|Out Of The Blue
Author: bobbieyoung PM
AU story - "You're blocking the way" The girl says and you're caught off guard. Back in high school you would have fired something right back at her and told her to open her brown Bambi eyes while walking through the hallway with that attitude of hers.Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance/Hurt/Comfort - Santana L. - Chapters: 2 - Words: 6,338 - Reviews: 27 - Favs: 20 - Follows: 56 - Updated: 02-17-13 - Published: 02-09-13 - id: 8994032
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I felt like writing an alternate universe fic for Santana with a new love interest. HOPEFULLY there are some readers out there who like it. Give it a shot?
I'm also working on the Summergold update.
It's ridiculous. The tears you have cried are slowly drying on your cheeks when you're lying in bed but you feel like you could start weeping all over again. How many tears do you have?
How can it be that you cry like this over a relationship that didn't work out? It's not like you're homeless or sick. You're actually perfectly fit and your dorm room is cozy and warm. Your roommate is a sweetheart and you have made friends, the classes you're taking are amazing.
But your heart is broken and it takes all of you to not give up on everything you once believed in. She was your first girlfriend and girlfriends are meant to stay together. Or not… because she hasn't answered any of your calls or text messages and slowly you begin to wonder. Did all the promises you made to each other mean nothing?
You thought you were going to buy a house with her one day. A pretty garden and a car you could share. A cat and a dog because you both love animals and you always wanted to go travel and see the world with her.
With a blink of the eye it all ended. Nobody asked you. She decided that there was no future for the two of you because long distance relationships never work out and because you want different things in the future. She wants a family one day. With kids.
And you simply don't.
How are you supposed to fight that decision? You can't force her to stay with you because that would be crazy. It doesn't mean you're fine with it though. It doesn't mean you'll get over it quickly. It's only been four months. You spent all summer without her and while the insane craving of being close to her is slowly subsiding, you still miss her every single day. Actually every hour of the day and you have no idea how you're supposed to find a way to forget her.
All you know is that your heart is literally buzzing with the ache of all the memories when you try to fall asleep.
You can tell that your roommate Kitty has been glancing at you ever since you sat down at the table in the cafeteria. She must have heard you crying last night although you tried to muffle your sobs with a pillow.
She knows the whole story although you've only met about two months ago when you started dance school together. She knows pretty much everything about your ex girlfriend because talking about her made you feel better although it hurt.
Kitty doesn't ask you about her a lot anymore though because she must know that you're at this point now where you just want to leave it all behind and move on. Pain is turning into anger and you really just want it to be good again.
But it takes time. Kitty knows that, too and tries to keep your mind off things as much as possible.
"So the girls and I are going out tonight. Do you want to come?" She asks before taking a big sip of her water bottle. She knows exactly that you're not in the mood for dancing and party.
"Nah…" You mumble while playing with the food on your plate. "I feel like a relaxing evening. Ballet class was crazy today and then I had a hard time concentrating during colloquium. I already forgot everything the professor talked about and I should go over my notes again although I'm tired."
"Santana… that's what you've been saying pretty much every day. You need to get out more often and have some fun. You need to dance with your friends, meet new people and just forget about your classes for a night. Please come out with us tonight."
Kitty looks at you with that puppy face and you guess she's right. If you stay in our room you'll lie in bed with memories in your head and listen to creepy love songs.
"Fine… but if you try to get me drunk again I'll run away and leave you there alone. And I also won't carry you back to college like last time."
Kitty laughs because she knows that things got a bit out of hands last time you went out with her.
"I promise that won't happen. I just want you to go out there and clear your head." Kitty says before reaching across the table and bumping your shoulder. "You're way too hot not to be out and get hit on by beautiful girls. You'll see." She explains and it paints a smile on your face.
Kitty's got a big mouth just like you do sometimes and she makes fun of people to hide the fact that she's got her own insecurities. But you've liked her since day one because she always manages to cheer you up when you're feeling down. And really you've been feeling down a lot lately.
So it's probably a good thing you're going to spend some fun hours with the girls tonight. Admittedly you're more than glad that Kitty is so open and easy with meeting new people because you're not. All your friends and family are back in your hometown. Kitty is everything you got here and she keeps introducing you to the people she meets during classes or at a club.
She makes everything easier and you don't want another roommate ever again.
You two are walking in the hallways after lunch, ready to get to your next dance class when you run into three girls, the ones you'll go out with tonight. They start babbling right away about the new dance club they want to check out and you throw a worried glance at your watch. You'll be late if you don't hurry now and the dance teacher of your modern dance class is a beast. He'll yell at both of you in front of everyone but Kitty doesn't seem so worried about that and listens to what Marley has to say.
You kind of like Marley. She's sweet and bit shy but you've had some good talks before and after ballet class that you share with her. Tina on the other hand seems wicked. She's a diva and talks way too much in your opinion but you're not going to tell her to shut up because you know you need friends to make it through the exhausting years at dance school.
There's also Quinn Fabray and you like her, too because she doesn't boss everyone around like Tina does and only says something when she has to say something. She sleeps right next door together with Marley and you've been hanging out at each other's rooms, listening to music without talking much. Just the way you like it these days.
So it's kind of been the five of you going for lunch together or sitting in the schoolyard listening to one of them playing the guitar. You know that you're lucky to have found a clique and maybe you don't like all of them equally but it feels good not to be alone.
Your thoughts get interrupted when someone bumps into your shoulder quite hard, causing your bag to fall off your shoulder. You turn around in anger to look at the intruder.
A girl turns around, too and looks down at your bag. You're about to smile at her because you think she'll say 'I'm sorry' or something and well, it's not a big deal.
"You're blocking the way" The girl says instead and you're caught off guard. Back in high school you would have fired something right back at her and told her to open her brown Bambi eyes while walking through the hallway with that bitchy attitude of hers.
But you have never seen this girl before and now that your glance wanders over her body, you think that you really love her outfit despite the fact that she just snapped at you. She's wearing baggy pants and a top underneath a blue hoodie vest and a baseball cap.
Then she turns around once more and you watch how she walks away. Your damn mouth is hanging open when you watch her because how rude was that? She could have said sorry or made a move around you. Your bag fell to the floor!
"Don't mind her" Kitty says to you.
"Do you know her?" You want to know. You're annoyed.
"Kind of. Yesterday she needed help finding a room so I helped her. Her name is Remy and she's only started her classes this week because she hurt her knee over summer. Apparently it was quite bad but she still got in because her uncle works here as a professor or something."
You stare at Kitty because how on earth does she know all that? She literally knows everyone!
"And you know all that after only telling her where to find a room or what?" You ask her with an incredulous shrug. Kitty shakes her head with a mischievous smirk.
"No. But I happen to share a class with her. The teacher asked her why she was hesitant about doing a certain dance move where she had to bend her knee at a difficult angle and then she had to tell the whole story in front of everyone. Apparently she got hit by a car while she was riding a bicycle."
You raise your eyebrows because getting hit by a car and not being able to dance sounds awful. You don't wish that to your worst enemy.
"However, she's just a little brat who thinks she's cool by snapping at strangers. Forget her." Kitty mumbles and hooks arms with you.
You say goodbye to the others and Kitty drags you to your next dance class which has probably started without you.
It's many hours later when you empty your third shot. Damn Kitty… but when the alcohol burns down your throat and your currently favorite song starts playing in the background, you forget about everything although you know you'll regret it in the morning.
You forget about the dance teacher that talked to you today like you're some kid who still needs to learn everything. You forget about your ex girlfriend. You forget about the fact that you have dance class tomorrow and that it's crazy you're out at a club instead of sleeping in your bed.
Kitty and Marley try to pull you back onto the dance floor but you really need a break. And water… so you tell them to give you a minute and you make your way over to the bar. You try to get the bartender's attention but it turns out to be a difficult task. You look around and let your eyes wander over the people while you wait until someone will notice you.
You narrow your eyes when you notice someone.
The baseball cap girl is standing just a few feet away from you. Except she's not wearing a cap anymore. You didn't know she was a brunette until now that you can see her short layered haircut. She's pretty. It would be a lot easier to roll your eyes if you didn't like her new outfit as much as you did earlier today. She's not like you. But she's got taste and you like that. However you still feel like walking up to her and telling her that she's kind of a mean bitch.
Finally the bartender asks you what you want and you order a coke because you need to sober up if you want to get back to your dorm without needing to pay for a cab.
Once you've got your drink and the cold liquid cools you down a bit, you push away your last doubt and walk over to the girl. For a second you consider to just bump into her like she did today. But you let it be because you'd probably fall over. You're bit dizzy.
"The hallways are pretty wide, you know" You speak up once you're standing next to her. There's no reaction and you're about to blush when you figure out she didn't hear you. There's someone standing on her other side and talking into her ear.
You scratch your forehead because you don't know whether you should repeat yourself or just walk away.
Only when she turns her head and notices your presence, you forget why you came over in the first place. She looks at you. You look back. You take a breath and want to say something but she's quicker.
"What?" She asks with a weird look. Her friend standing next to her is eying you just as suspiciously.
"I… today you…" You begin and panic rises up inside you because you don't know how to say what you planned to say. Actually you never even made a plan, you just wanted to diss her like she dissed you.
"Uh… you bumped into me." You manage to say but it only makes you feel like a complete idiot. People bump into each other all the time.
That's all she says. You want to facepalm yourself because why did you even walk over? Now you look like a creeper.
"I just thought you could have said sorry or… something." You say after pulling yourself together. You thank the universe for sending words into your head.
Remy exhales a laugh and you start fuming inside when she exchanges a glance with her friend. You can literally read their minds. They think you're weird.
You think you're weird, too.
"Ok" She says before guiding her glass to her mouth and takes a sip. She throws another look at you from the side. "You want me to apologize? … Chica?"
Your eyes almost pop out of your head. She's clearly mocking you.
Remy's friend laughs at the words. And probably at you for showing up and making a scene.
"Okay then" The brunette says before fully turning her body to face you.
She's exactly the same height, her eyes locking with yours. You swallow.
"Forgive me" She says with a serious voice. "I should never have done that and I hope one day things between you and I will be back to normal. But I understand if you're mad at me. I deserve it."
Your throat is dry and you want to disappear into space. You're so embarrassed.
With another look into your eyes she walks away, her friend following her loyally. They burst into laughter once they have made a couple steps and you bet they're going to make fun of you for the rest of the night.
When they disappear in the crowd you turn around and close your eyes. You shake your head when you think of what just happened. Why didn't you just stay in tonight? You groan at the thought of seeing the girl again. Whenever you cross ways from now on, you'll remember that incredibly humiliating moment where she dissed you again.
Maybe you won't see her though. Maybe the injury on her knee is still pretty bad and she'll have to quit all her classes and move far away to Belgium or something.
Maybe you should quit… dancing and music has only been your passion for the past ten years but you could always become a dishwasher. Anything to never see that girl again.
With a deep sigh you empty your drink. You type a message into your phone to let Kitty know that you had a sudden migraine and needed to leave immediately. You know she'll follow you in about ten minutes because she's that kind of friend. You've only known her for about two months but she'll be there to find out you don't have a migraine and you'll tell her about how you saw that Remy girl and tried to speak to her and how it ended with a disaster.
And when Kitty asks you whether you're attracted to the girl (because Kitty notices everything), you'll deny it vehemently because it's the most ridiculous thing you can think of.
With your eyes directed to the floor you make your way through the crowd and towards the exit.
You'll just forget that this night ever happened.
You knew that your head would be hurting in the morning but it's hurting ten times worse when you step into the dance classroom the day after you went clubbing on a school night.
Most stupid idea ever.
Your eyes burn when you take a closer look. The other students are already here, too and nervously walking around, stretching their limbs. It's a new dance class starting today and you heard the teacher is one of the best ones in the country. If the pain wasn't pulsating in your head, you'd be thrilled.
Only a couple seconds later the teacher walks in and introduces herself as Cassandra July, all the boys and all the girls are ogling at her. You're that fascinated by her that you don't notice how someone steps into the classroom a couple minutes late. Only when Ms. July stops talking about her brilliant career, you look around.
"You're late" She states annoyed. "Name?"
Your heart skips a beat when you follow her line of sight and your eyes land on the person standing by the entrance.
"Remy Taylor" The girl with a baseball cap on her head states. "I got held up-"
"Save it, Dottie Hinson" Ms. July interrupts and motions to the group of dancers surrounding you. "That was the first and last time you're late for my class. Now get over there and get ready."
You watch how Remy quickly walks across the room.
"And take that ridiculous hat off!" You startle at the suddenly harsh tone in Ms. July's voice.
Remy throws the cap down to the floor before stepping next to you.
Yes, next to you.
Out of all people she steps next to you and you're too slow to turn away when she throws a look to the side. Your glances meet and it takes her a second to realize who you are.
She rolls her eyes as if she's annoyed as fuck.
And you… you can't believe this is happening.
Note: do I have some followers with this one? I'd love to continue but this is a Santana story. No Brittany for once.
I'm still working on my Brittana story "Summergold" though, will try to update that one soon.