Seeing Stars Chapter Five, Snippet:
You and Santana have been dating for three weeks. Well, dating is a loose term. You’ve been exclusively making out during the three weeks you’ve been together—aside from the occasional conversation over BreadstiX to go boxes, you know almost nothing important about the Cheerio. Often when you bring up conversation, her hands or mouth distract you from your probing, and by the time you walk her to her car, you’ve forgotten all about your foray into getting to know Santana on a personal level. Not that you’re complaining. In the three weeks you’ve been going out, you’ve been close to losing your virginity to her twice. It’s hard saying no to the girl, but you reason each time a hand wrangles down your slacks that until you know her well enough… you won’t go that far (after all, your mothers raised a gentleman).
When you started dating, you expected things to change. You expected Santana to dress you and wear you on her arm like an accessory. An accessory that didn’t get slushied or tossed into dumpsters or flushed down toilets. It seemed like another perk of your public relationship; protection. You didn’t expect too much, but you hoped that being with one of the sexiest girls at school would give you an iota of respect from your fellow classmates. You’ve been dating Santana Lopez for three weeks; and nothing has changed.
After going through your closet, Santana deemed your wardrobe a lost cause, only managing to find something to cover up “all that crazy”. When she found your vegan friendly leather jacket, all she told you to do was skip the sweaters and leave your top buttons unbuttoned on your oxfords. When she picked you up for school the following day, she ruffled your hair and linked arms with you before walking through the parking lot.
The students of McKinely didn’t know how to take what people were calling “Sanrich”. You told Santana before making hallway rounds that you definitely preferred Pezberry, but she shushed you before opening her locker. The crowds parted, as usual, and for a few select moments, you felt invincible. People stared at you for reasons that didn’t involve slushies or bullying or utter humiliation. People whispered about you and sent you dirty looks; because somehow a loser like you snagged a girl like Santana Lopez.
It was a glorious feeling, at first. And you wanted nothing more than to see Quinn. You wanted her to see you with Santana and you wanted her to realize what she missed out on. You needed to see her face. But Quinn was nowhere to be found. You remember kissing Santana goodbye, and you made your way to your locker before being pushed back into reality. The aggressor was Puck, of course, and Matt followed up beside him by throwing a kiwi slushy in your face. You’d had your five minutes of high school fame… maybe you set your sights too high, because nothing changed.
Unless you were on Santana’s arm, you were fair game. The crowds only parted when she had you by the hand. Once she let go, you were on your own. Puck seemed to hate you even more than the week before. On top of everything else, you gained a new enemy. Matt Rutherford, who you always thought was a timid and quiet guy, has been following you constantly with slushies. You vaguely wondered how the jocks could afford so many of them. Finn, under Puck’s orders, took to tripping you when you’re holding things (like your lunch, or your books, or sheet music). The only person you actually wanted to notice your new relationship was Quinn; but the Cheerio had made herself scarce.
You didn’t know why you wanted her to know. Well, you knew why. You wanted to watch her reaction to it. She hasn’t spoken to you since your last assignment, and her collected demeanor annoys you. You wanted a reaction; any reaction. You didn’t need her acceptance, or her jealousy; you just needed to know how seeing you with Santana would make her feel. Because you hated that she brushed off what happened between you. It was petty, really, that you wanted to rub her face in what she was missing… but no matter how heated you and Santana had become, no matter how close you were to going all the way with her, Quinn always crossed your mind in time to stop you.