Santana Lopez and the new girl

Part 4- gym

I liked gym, it was my favourite lesson. I was a hell of a runner and i had been doing gymnastics since i was 4, so i was pretty good at that. I always had gym before lunch or at the end of the day. This was really good for me, because i had to get changed after everyone had gone in order to avoid questions.
I hadn't been to glee club yet, that was my next lesson after gym, which meant i hadn't spoken to Santana or any of the other glee clubbers except Tina and a couple of her friends before. Not until now.
Everyone had cleared out for lunch and i has getting changed, but i was listening to music so i didn't hear the footsteps.
"Holly shit!"
CRAP! I recognised that voice! It wasn't just some ordinary student, it was someone i would be spending a lot of time with in glee club. It was santana. I swore under my breath and looked up. She was looking at me with a horrified look on her face. I was practically naked stood in front of her, just in my bra and with my jeans halfway on my legs.
"What the fuck is this?!" She spat out at me, even though she had a concerned look on her face.
"Santana, i-" i was cut of as tears just started pouring out of my face in a mad rush and i fell to the ground.
"Hey" she said as kindly as she could. "Hey it's okay." Her arms wrapped around me and i nuzzled my head into her shoulder as i cried hysterically. "You're gonna be okay. Do you wanna talk to me about this?" She was now sat next to me and my head was still in her shoulder. I was gaining control now
So i sat up properly and took my head out from her shoulder. We both turned at the same to look at each other. And i giggled slightly, but she didn't, she was serious now. I looked into her eyes and she looked into mine as one last tear escaped. She grabbed my hand and just said "I'm here for you okay? You can trust me. Sure i can be a bitch but you seem like you could use some talking to. Well I'm here so i guess we have some talking to do. Don't worry we've got all the time in the world.... Well until the end of lunch but we have glee so then i guess we'll be together then. Why don't you sit next to me?"
Wow. She wasn't a bitch at all.
"Ive just been through a lot of shit in my life, and my mind works a little differently to other people's is all. but it's okay now, i swear, i wont do it again."
I tried to pull away but her grip tightened and she pulled me so i was looking into her eyes again.
"Well?" She said. "I know thats not it. Come on i want the whole story, ill listen don't worry."
"Okay." So i told her everything.

The bell rang and i still wast even dressed. Me and santana just looked at each other and said "shit!" In unison. She grabbed my stuff and helped me get ready.
"Why were you in here anyway?" I asked, Curious.
"Oh crap! Thanks for asking. I left my phone in here. Ive still not got it."
"Oh, sorry."
"Hey don't be." She said while she looked for her phone. "This was nice anyway, you know talking to you? I mean its nice to listen to someone with real pain rather than listen to Quinn whine about berry all the time."
I didn't really know what to say to that, i mean it was a little insensitive but i guess it was harmless. "Oh... well thanks for listening, its nice to have someone to talk to about this kind of stuff."
"Well i guess you're welcome. Anyway, we might have to miss registration. i do it all the time but is it okay with you?" She asked kindly.
"Yeah i guess it is." I replied.
"Okay lets get you all cleaned up. Do you have makeup in your bag?"
"Yeah tonnes."
"Okay then lets get this show on a road."
Santana was amazing at makeup and she covered up the red marks and tear stains on my face in about five minutes. If anything she made me look hot.
"Wow." I said, admiring myself in the mirror. "You're good at that."
"Well when you look this good it doesn't happen without a little push." She said with a wink. It was true though, she did look good.
"I guess that's true." I said back with a cheeky smile.
She laughed. "Come on." She said, "glee club next. Nervous?"
"A little. Promise you wont tell anyone?"
"Are you serious? We spend all this time together and you think i'd tell someone?" She said annoyed.
"Oh, sorry, its just, i dont know, i guess i have trust issues."
"Its okay, i get it. Im a bitch and everyone knows it."
"Hey," i said, grabbing her by the shoulders and looking into her eyes. "You aren't a bitch, far from it actually, you're just misunderstood."
"Thanks." She said, whispered even. A tiny tear escaped her eyelid.
I reached up and wiped it away.
"Its okay." I whispered. "Ive heard people find it sexy when you throw those kids into their lockers." I said, making myself blush. She laughed slightly and looked up.
"Im always so angry and i don't know why, i cant control it sometimes you know?"
"Yeah i know. We'll figure something out okay? Together?"
The bell rang. She looked into my eyes. "Yeah." She said, "together... Now come on, its your first glee club! You cant miss it!" She grabbed my hand, turned around, lead me out of the bathroom and down the hall to the choir room.

We were a few steps away from the door to the choir room when she said "we cant go in together."
My stomach dropped. "You don't want to be seen with me?" I asked quietly, my voice breaking slightly.
"What?" She asked, confused. "Of course not, it's just so people aren't suspicious, you dont want people asking questions do you?" She said a little harshly.
"No. Sorry. But thanks, i never would have thought of that."
"Its okay. Right, you go first, and ill go in after."
"Okay. Oh and thanks, for everything, you hadn't even spoken to me before and you've been so nice and understanding."
"Don't mention it. And thank you, for being so nice to me, now go in it's your first glee club meeting! Enjoy it!"
"Okay." I said with a smile. I surprised myself by taking a step forward and giving her a huge hug, before opening the door to the choir room and walking in.

Glee was great. When i walked in everyone was really welcoming and clapped me. Santana acted like she'd never seen me before but we'd exchange secret glances and smiles. Every time she looked at me i got butterflies, what was going on with me? Part of me never wanted to talk to her again because of the feelings i was getting, but i craved more, and more to see her.