She Sat On The Bleachers

Chapter 4

Brittany's POV:

I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing. I groaned and rolled over, I flung my arm out but instead of the soft mattress I was expecting I was met with a hard flat object, not even a second after my arm landed I heard a groan that didn't erupt from my mouth. I blinked a few times and realised that I wasn't in my bedroom, I furrowed my eyebrows but then remembered I stayed at Santana's. Then it struck me that I must've hit Santana.

"Sorry San" I croaked out, sleep still in my voice. She 'humfed' in response. I yawned and arched my back to stretch, reaching over Santana to get my phone.

-Hello?- I said into the phone

-Where are y-, wait. Brittany have you just woke up?- Quinn's voice came through the phone louder than anticipated.

-No don't be ridiculous- I said as I cleared my throat jumping out of bed to put on the spare clothes I brought to Santana's last night. Remembering I had to meet Quinn today.

-Brittany I know you're lying, Do you want me to just go to yours-, Quinn started but I cut her off.

-No! I mean, I can just meet you at-I heard a sigh on the other end of the phone and frowned.

-Did you sleep at Santana's?- She asked pain evident in her voice.

-Yeah, I didn't mean to sleep this long. I'm ready now, I can leave now Quinn- I waited for a response but didn't get one. I waited for what seemed like minutes, I even checked to see if she had hung up on me.

-Ill meet you at your house Brittany, Ill wait in your room if I'm there before you- She didn't even give me a chance to respond when she hung up.

I ran quickly to the bathroom and grabbed the toothbrush that I always keep here, I brushed my teeth and pulled my hair into a messy but out-able ponytail. I rushed back into Santana's room where I saw she was sitting up right on her bed, looking at me confused.

"Where are you going so soon?" She asked rubbing her eyes and getting out of bed.

"Quinn, I woke up late and she's mad at me I can tell. I need to go, she's meeting me at my house, I should've went home. God" I started pacing around the room, looking for my other shoe.

"Hey Brit calm down" Santana came up to me and grabbed my shoulders effectively halting my movements "Sit, ill get your shoe" I huffed lightly but sat on her bed.

"Thanks" I smiled gratefully as she handed me my other shoe.

"I don't think I have ever been up this early on a weekend" Santana laughed lightly, taking a seat next to me while I slipped on my shoe.

"It's almost 1pm" I stated as a matter of fact. She shrugged in response "Well, you need to give me a ride anyway" I said as I pulled her up.

"But my ankle" She faked a limp. I looked at her in-amused. Her ankle stopped hurting after she made me give her a foot rub, claiming I was obligated too since it was Quinn who had caused it "Give me a minute" She rolled her eyes and went to freshen up and change clothes.

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"I think you're over exaggerating a little" I mumbled as Quinn rants.

"I am not!" She yelled, making me flinch "I'm sorry for yelling. You don't see it Brittany but she is a bitch! She's obviously just befriending you and keeping you close to annoy me. I don't know why you feel the need to hang out with her when you have a caring girlfriend right here" She gestured to herself.