Wanting Santana

Our friendship is one of a kind

Santana POV

This week has been hectic, and not the good kind. I just feel as if this whole Elijah drama has caused me nothing but stress. Seriously, I thought that after I won the dance battle, I would have gotten rid of him. Unfortunately, I didn't. Elijah made that clear this morning when he called me out in the hallway. He was lucky to get away with only a small push and some minor insults. I could have done much worse, but I promised Britt that I would back off. Besides I didn't feel like getting detention just because that idiot didn't know his place at the bottom of the social hierarchy. Ugh, even thinking about this makes me so angry. Angry at that asshole. 

This anger that he caused me is consuming me, which is why I decided to head over to the dance studio to relieve some of it. So right now, I’m standing in front of the building. Some might think it’s weird that I come here on a Friday night, but I like it more when I’m the only one there. Besides Miss Stewart gave me the key because I'm the main dancer and she knows that I prefer to practice more than the others since it's my dream to become a professional dancer. 

I love to dance, it’s my way to express myself when words just aren’t enough. I have no idea what I would do without dancing, which is why I practice this much. I’m here at least five times a week, which is a lot considering I also have got cheerleading practice four times a week. Anyway, this time I’m here to let go of my anger.

The dance studio is like my little refuge and even just being here makes me feel better. I gently open the lock and slowly flicker the lights on. As I look around, I take a deep breath of contentment because I’m finally home again. I drop my bag on the floor and walk over to the stereo system so that I can connect my iPhone to the surround sound system.

The moment ‘Beat It’ by Michael Jackson comes blasting through the speakers; I immediately lose myself in the music and express myself the only way I know how. I start dancing with my heart on my sleeve. My movements are filled with so much energy, passion and I can feel my anger ebbing away as I’m putting it into my performance. I try to precise every jump and every step, I need it to perfect.

As the music keeps playing, I do more and more tricks with all the enthusiasm and energy I can muster up. Not only am I trying to use my anger to fuel that energy, I’m also trying to come up with a new routine that we could use in our dance class. 

A couple of minutes later, the song comes to an end and a new one starts playing. I stop moving for a couple of moments, to figure out which song it is and how to dance to it. The ballad that is blasting through the speakers right now is ‘Unconditionally’ by Katy Perry, which is a beautiful love song. 

As I start dancing, my brain gets invaded by memories of Brittany and me. I start pouring all the feelings and love that I have for her in my dancing, which is a challenge because dancing to a ballad isn’t my strongest point since I’m more a hip-hop kind of girl. Nevertheless, I try to make this performance perfect.

After a couple of songs, I can feel my sweat dripping down my face. However when I turn around towards the entrance of the studio, so that I could grab my bottle of water, I notice that I’m not alone after all. Apparently Quinn watched me dance, which doesn’t really bother me because we’re really close friends. A smile graces her features as I’m walking towards her. I decide to break the silence and joke, “If I didn’t know you any better, I would say that you’re one hell of a creeper, Fabray.”

She rolls her eyes and retorts, “Please, you love it.” And after a split second, she adds, “No scratch that, you love me.”

“Well well Fabray, are you trying to flirt with me?”

I can see her cheeks turn into a nice shade of red, and I love it. Making Q blush, must be one of my favorite pastimes.  Ever since we were young I always loved embarrassing Q because that’s a hard thing to do. Everyone knows that Quinn Fabray isn’t someone you can easily mess with. Normally she’s a really collected person, so throwing her off her balance is a challenge I cannot resist. After a few seconds, she finally answers, “You wish, Lopez.”

I laugh, “Hahaha, true that Q-Ball. True that.” After that I crouch down to take my water bottle and I take a big sip. After I’m done drinking I ask Q what she thought of my performance or at least the part that she saw. She replied, “I loved it, San. I always love watching you dance.”

“Well, why don’t you join me instead of looking at me?”

She shrugs and sighs, “I wish I could, but I didn’t bring appropriate clothes to get all sweaty. I just came here because I figured you’d be here, so I could watch.”

I chuckle, “Damn I must be quite something, since I’ve got my first stalker.”

Quinn roles her eyes and shoves my shoulder playfully. “Don’t flatter yourself too much, San. Besides I know you like it when I watch.”

“That I do my friend, but I like it more when you dance with me. Why don’t we make a deal, and you come dancing with me one night a week?”

Quinn eyes me suspiciously. “Just you and me?”

I know that she’s referring to Brittany, because normally I either dance alone, or with the two of them. I never dance with Quinn alone, which I kind of regret since she’s my best friend and an amazing dancer. However I feel like I should spend some more time with her, and I know that she loves dancing almost as much as I do. Moreover, I want her to know that I also want to hang out with just her, because I don’t want her to feel like a third wheel or something like that. I beam, “Yeah, just you and me. So what do you say, Q?”

A large smile graces her lips and she replies, “I would love that.”

After our little arrangement had been made, we went to my place to watch a movie. Unfortunately, I let Quinn pick the movie. Which meant that I had to watch some lame romantic movie. I still don’t get that Quinn hates horror movies, but I’m so picking one next time she comes over because then it’s my turn to choose the movie. 

So after all, this Friday night had been more fun then I thought it would be. Because I expected that I would have to spend it alone since my parents are still on their business trip and Brittany couldn’t come over because her parents just came home from their trip this evening. Seriously, I should hang out more with Q because I had a blast this evening.