Santana Lopez (sg_santana) wrote in supergleerpg, @ 2011-10-14 21:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | !type: narrative, -2011: october, wanted character: santana lopez, ~complete |
Narrative: a freeze-frame in the hallway
Who: Santana (feel free to add your character’s reactions if they witness the public display of craziness)
When: Wednesday Oct 12, lunchtime [backdated]
Where: McKinley
Warnings: language, what may or may not be sewerage
What: Brittany’s not at school for the second day in a row. Santana does a little investigating.
Brittany was officially off the radar. School had been back in for a day and a half since the three-day weekend, and Santana hadn’t seen her bestie once. Worse, Brittany hadn’t replied to any of her texts or IMs. It was getting past the point of strange, past the point of passing it off as Britt being Britt, even past the point of annoyance.
Santana was a little worried.
Not that she’d ever admit it – and no way would she go and find Wheels and ask him if he’d heard from her. Because if Brittany was replying to Artie’s texts and calls and not hers… well, Santana didn’t know what exactly she’d do, but it was sure to be something drastic. Best to avoid the situation all together, like Santana tried to do with all things ‘Bartie’. If she didn’t think about it, it didn’t exist.
But not thinking about it didn’t make Brittany any less lost. Or any less absent-from-school, at least.
Santana missed her. It was bad enough that the whole weekend had gone by and she hadn’t seen her, but school was supposed to be where they could hang, and go to Cheerios together, and cut class, and Santana could smile and forget her fears, and forget about Artie, and it could just be the two of them.
So when Brittany didn’t show, and Santana didn’t get hang-times with her BFF? She had to investigate.
Missing Cheerios practice was a serious enough offence. But not replying to a text message was way worse. So Santana started with the basics – Brittany’s locker. It was right by hers, so as soon as class let out, she made her way there, her cell phone in hand. It was pretty likely that Britt had just left her phone in her locker over the weekend, and she hadn’t been able to, like, text Santana and tell her about her family’s impromptu roadtrip. They’d probably left so quickly that Britt couldn’t even call her, or send an email.
She hit number 1 on her speed-dial, then raised her hand to the locker to see if she could feel any vibrations from within. The moment her fingers touched metal, everything froze –-