A Touch and a Smile – Chapter One: That Gesture

There she is; just sitting, doing… nothing and still being the most beautiful girl Santana's ever seen. The ex-cheerleader leans her head on her hand and stares. Fuck math. That girl is more important than this stupid lesson. When the blonde girl tucks a strand behind her ear Santana smiles. The strand of hair is just a little bit too short to stay behind her ear and in a few second it'll be back to its original position, in front of those gorgeous, hazel eyes.

Santana couldn't believe herself. This had been going on for months now. After she had told Brittany that she loved her, and the blonde chose Artie, she hadn't been able to really function. All she did was sit at home, cry and be an even bigger bitch to anyone who even dared to come near her. She had been crushed.

But then, one day; that all changed.

Quinn hadn't done anything special, hadn't really said anything at all. She had just given her a small smile, and a touch of her hand, as if to say that she understood that what Santana was going through, was hard. That she understood why Santana was acting like this. It had come as a surprise to the Latina. She had just been a total asshole to Quinn, saying that she should get her post-pregnant ass out of her way. Quinn was just standing at the entrance of the choir room, so Santana couldn't walk through the door. Quinn had just turned to her quite bitchy friend and done that gesture. That smile with that touch before she looked down and walked inside.

Since then, Santana's thoughts hadn't stopped wandering to Quinn. She knew she was in trouble, she knew that she had a crush on the blonde, and as much as she tried to push it away, it didn't work. She couldn't focus on anything other than her and yes, it confused the hell out of her, since honestly, she had never felt anything towards another person, except for Brittany. She had never even thought it was possible for her to have feelings for someone else, other than the bubbly blonde that had broken her heart, but here she was; staring at Quinn in math class and feeling her heartbeat go faster than was healthy.

Santana didn't know what she was going to do. She was certainly not going to tell Quinn that she had feelings for her. No way. She'd rather die than do that; but then on the other hand, she didn't want to stand by and watch Quinn, who was now single, get involved with someone and not do anything about it. She didn't know if she was able to see yet another girl she had feelings for be with someone else.

She knew Quinn was straight, hell; the girl even got herself knocked up. Santana was aware of the fact that there was no chance in hell the girl would ever be into her. It was hard. Why did she always have to fall for the wrong girls, the girls that would never like her back? She hated it. She hated that she could only stand by and watch those girls be happy, be in love with someone else.

Why did they never choose her?