Chapter 10

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Brittany's P.O.V.

Santana and I were walking back from the hospital when Santana suddenly stopped walking. I turned around to look at her. 'is everything alright?' I asked her and she was looking at her feet as it were the most interesting things in the world. 'are you a drug dealer?' my eyes widened by that sentence

'wait a second. You thought that I was a drug dealer. What kind of person do you think I am. Okay I may come of a little bit strong sometimes but...'Santana cut me off 'I'm sorry it was stupid of me to think that you were a drug dealer'. I sighed 'yeah it was, but where did you get this idea from?' Santana looked to the ground again and muttered 'my parents' my eyes widened and my mouth was wide open. 'your parents? But why they never met me'. I said whilst I felt myself getting angry. 'I know but I guess they just heard rumours'

'well they could've asked me' I said with a little too much anger in my voice. Santana looked at me with a certain look that I just couldn't resist and I immediately felt bad that I reacted like that. After all it wasn't her fault that her parents thought that about me. I stepped closer to Santana and grabbed her neck and her lips crashed onto mine. Her warm breath was hitting upon my lower lip. God her lips are so fucking soft. And her breath makes me feel so warm. Santana pulled away and brought me back to reality. 'I need to get home' she said and started to walk again. I slowly started to follow her to her car. Even though she was walking faster than me I caught up with her Good thing my legs are long I thought.

'so we're not gonna talk about this?' she shrugged her shoulders 'I don't have anything to talk about' I looked at Santana. 'yeah we do' I said. 'what do we need to talk about then'. seriously she doesn't know what I'm getting at. 'I was talking about you and Sam what is up with you two?' I realized that that sounded really jealous so I started to look at sky above us. 'Sam and I are just friends nothing more. We only hung out today'

'well it sounded a lot more than a hangout to me' I pouted. 'it wasn't I don't want anything from him!' she practically yelled at me and I felt more stupid by the minute. god how could I think that Santana wanted something from trouty mouth I'm so stupid. 'you're not stupid Britt, but it was not cool to think that I wanted something from Sam'

'ohw god did I say that out loud. Look I'm sorry for thinking that you wanted something more with trouty mouth' Santana smiled 'I wouldn't want something from him in a million years' I smiled back 'good' Santana started to walk to the car again and I followed her. 'I guess this is where our paths separate' I said looking into those beautiful brown orbs of Santana. 'what no I'll bring you home'

'Santana you don't have to. I can just walk home from her. It will only be five minutes or so' Santana slowly nodded 'are you sure?' I smiled at her. God I love how she always wants to take care of everyone. 'yeah I'm sure and thanks again for bringing me to the hospital'

'sure no problem' she said whilst getting into the car. She closed the car door and started the engine. 'and we're still on for Friday right?' I had a grin lingering on my lips 'of course we are. I have everything planned' she was grinning widely and I mirrored her action. 'I guess I'll see you around then'

'you sure will' Santana said with the same grin plastered on her face and she drove off. I watched the car until it was completely out of sight. I turned around and started to walk to my house.

Santana's P.O.V.

It was Friday so that meant that I was going out with Brittany tonight. I was trying to pick an outfit for tonight, but suddenly everything I owed seemed really childish or ugly. God why can't I find something to wear. There must be something in here. I looked at my closet and knitted my eyebrows. My closet suddenly looked like some big monster who wanted to swallow me whole. Actually I wouldn't mind that because I was just going to embarrass myself in front of Brittany.

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