(A/N: Santana's POV for this chapter, yay)
Santana's POV:
I wake up with my arms wrapped against something warm, but I refuse to open my eyes. My head is pounding, and getting up only means I'm accepting the fact that it'll be another shitty day. After a while, I feel the sun shining on my face. Ugh. Stupid windows. I crack my eyes open, and I see my arms wrapped around Brittany. I don't process it at first, but then t hits me. I jump up and roll away from her body. The events of yesterday hit me and I mentally slap myself.
What the hell San? You kissed her?
What the hell could possess me to kiss her? She's my best friend. And I'm straight. I have a reputation, if anyone finds out I kissed a girl, my reputation that I've been building for years is done. It won't exist. Forget being popular, I'll be one of the biggest losers in school. No one can find out.
I look over to Brittany and I see her peacefully sleeping. I smile at the sight, and then my smile drops. I hope she doesn't remember yesterday. I really really hope she doesn't. Her eyes pop open, but she's quiet for a while. I smile at her, and she gives me a small little pained smile back. It doesn't reach her eyes.
"Morning Britt-Britt," I say smiling
"Morning," she mumbles looking down.
"Are you ok?"I ask frowning
"I did it again. I-I took more," she says, beginning to cry
"Took more of what?" I ask. I'm so confused, and curious as to what she's talking about
"I-I gotta get home San," she says, not looking at me. I watch as she gathers her things and leaves, and I frown. I really need to figure out what's wrong with her, but I don't know how I can. And I can't go see her later. I have to go see my Abuela.
I take a shower and eat a small breakfast, my mind still on Brittany. I'm still wondering what's wrong with her. My mother and father constantly try to get me to talk, but I don't want to. Not until I know Britt is ok. I go back to my room, and I put on a dress. Mi Abuela always wants me to look presentable. She thinks the Cheerios uniforms aren't proper.
I walk over to mi Abuela's house and I go up to the door. I ring the bell and she comes out, already in a full church outfit. We're only going to a small pond, and she's wearing a full-on church outfit.
"Hola Abuela," I say smiling
"Hola Santanita. You look muy bonita," she says. I nod, and we walk to the pond near her house. She feeds some ducks, while I stare at trees. I haven't had much time to just be outside, in the quiet and I like it. My mind soon wanders back to Brittany, and I think to text her and ask her if she's ok. I pull out my phone, but Abuela comes back from the ducks and sits next to me.
"So Santana, any new boys at school?" she asks raising a brow
The first thing I think of is Brittany, and I don't know why. My heart jumps, and I push her out of my mind.
"No Abuela, no boys," I say
"Ah, Santana give it a few months and you'll have an amazing boyfriend," she says
"Yeah," I say, not really listening to her anymore. I love my Abuela, but she's not the one on my mind right now. Brittany is.
After I drop Abuela back off at her house, I head back home. My parents are gone, and I just sit on the couch, letting my mind wander. I think of Brittany, and I immediately think to text her.
Me: Hey B, haven't heard from you since this morning are you ok?
Britt🦄: Yeah I'm fine.
Brittany only talks in short sentences like that when something is bothering her, and I don't know what. I'm cut out of my thoughts when the doorbell rings. I open it to see Rachel standing there.
"What do you want hobbit?" I ask rolling my eyes
"Santana, I wanted to ask if you wanted to hang out," she says
Us? Hang out? We've been friends for a while, but we've never just hung out. I guess I might as well, seeing I have nothing else to do.
"Yeah, whatever," I say
"Ok, cool. Get dressed, we need to be there at 5 Santana," she says smiling
"Be where? And can you please stop saying my name in every sentence?" I ask
"I'm not telling you, Santana," she says smirking
"Oh, so you think you're funny?" I ask smirking
"I am," she says
"No man hands, you're not," I say rolling my eyes, smiling.
"Whatever, just get dressed in something more casual," she says
"Ok, fine," I growl
(A/N: Where's Brittany at? Where's Rachel taking Santana? We'll see ;) )
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