I Get Nervous | Brittana
Santana had tossed and turned all night following Brittany’s texts. She’d felt bad ignoring the girl, but at the same time it had been wildly inappropriate for her to have even thought about answering once she found out who the mystery texter was. Let alone any borderline flirting. She’d braced herself for an awkward gym class with Brittany, and was almost relieved when she realised that the girl wouldn’t be attending; though part of her longed to see her student again. They hadn’t spoken face to face since their first meeting, and each time they encountered each other on the school grounds Santana always found her eyes lingering a little too long on Brittany’s passing figure. Which was definitely not okay.
A long, gruelling day of cheerios practice and classes meant that Santana was exhausted, just wanting to get home and watch trash TV until Dani returned. Then maybe try and forget Brittany by letting off some steam with her girlfriend. She’d even stayed for an extra hour after school to finish off her workout, and she let out an audible sigh of relief as cool, fresh air hit her flushed face, skin still glistening from her work out. The parking lot was empty, as she’d expected, and it didn’t take her more than a minute to be out of the school and next to her car…though, now she thought about it, she was sure that she’d just heard a noise or two.
Turning around, Santana spotted the source of the interruption almost immediately—Brittany. ‘Of course,’ she thought with a roll of her eyes; karma was obviously out to bite her ass. She contemplated ignoring the girl, sure that she hadn’t seen her, but it seemed to her that the younger girl was having some kind of trouble with her car, judging by the annoyed expression on her face and the way that she was practically kicking at the tyres. “Hey,” she called out, instantly regretting her words. Biting her lip, she slammed her car door shut again before walking over to Brittany, feeling slightly light-headed the closer she got to her. “Um…do you need any help?” she asked, flushing slightly under Brittany’s gaze. She wanted to apologise for the night before, but was too afraid to bring it up.