Fiction

brittanargirlfriends submitted:Title: It’s Never Too Late For Love Author:brittanargirlfriends

“So this is it“, Santana stated matter of factly, as she leaned against her locker with a sigh.

“What do you mean, that’s it? “, Quinn asked with a look of confusion on her face.

“I missed my chance, I spent so much time worrying about what other people would think of me, and now I realize that I only care what she thinks of me and now it’s too late“. Santana lets out a long sigh.

Quinn rolls her eyes at Santana, “So you’re just going to give up on her, just like that? When you know if the roles were reversed she would never doubt you. She told you she would wait for you, so what makes you think she stopped? “Quinn asks, arms folded over her chest.

Santana pushes herself away from the locker, “We are graduating today Q“, she says grabbing her robe in both hands. “I think that qualifies as being too late“ she sighs. “I know she would never doubt me if the roles were reversed, she’s Brittany, she sees the best in everybody and it’s one of the things I love most about her“, Santana whispers with a small smile on her face.

Seeing this smile Quinn takes Santana’s hands in her own, and catches her eyes “Okay so the way I see it is you have two choices, 1. You can give up on the only person you have ever really loved, move to New York for college and forget all about her. Or 2. You can stop feeling sorry for yourself, grow some balls and tell her you’re ready“ Quinn states with a serious face.

Santana has a look of realization on her face, as if something has finally clicked hearing what Quinn Said. “I can’t forget her, I don’t want to forget her, I love her and I know she loves me, it’s never too late for love right Q?“Santana asks with a big smile on her face.

“Of course it’s never too late for love, sure look at me and Rach“, she says with a grin on her face thinking of her girlfriend. “It took us 3 years to find each other, and I wouldn’t change anything about those 3 years. But you have loved Brittany for a lot longer than that and I think it’s about time you two get your act together and have that happy ending that you both deserve so much“ Quinn says squeezing Santana’s hands.

All of a sudden Santana’s arms are wrapped around Quinn’s shoulders, pulling her into a tight hug, “thank you Quinn, for everything. But most importantly for being my best friend“, she whispers into the blonde’s ear.

“There you two are, I have been looking for you everywhere“, Rachel exclaims as she walks up beside the two girls, hands on her hips. “The ceremony is starting in 5 minutes, and being late for your own graduation is just not acceptable“ she states looking from Santana to Quinn.

Quinn wraps an arm around Rachel’s waist and pulls her close, “you know I love when you’re so forceful babe“ she whispers seductively in the smaller girls ear. “She’s right Santana, we better go before we miss our own graduation“ says Quinn with a smile on her face. “Are you ready for this?“.

Santana returns Quinn’s smile, “as ready as I’ll ever be“.

The three girls run out of the school and take their places in amongst the line of students that had already formed at the side of the stage. Santana’s eyes scanned the rest of the students nervously, looking for Brittany. She caught a glimpse of long blonde hair, and piercing blue eyes staring back at her. Brittany was standing five places behind Santana, which was perfect for what Santana had planned.

“Santana Lopez“ Principal Figgins announced over the microphone. Lost in her own thoughts Santana didn’t hear her name being called. “Is Santana Lopez here?“ Figgins asked over the microphone. Hearing her name being called snapped Santana out of her thoughts and she walked up the stairs and onto the stage to receive her Diploma.

As Figgins presented Santana with her Diploma, she whispered to him “I know students are not normally supposed to give speeches, but would it be okay if I said a few words?“. Figgins gives her a confused look, and seeing this look of confusion Santana reassuringly says, “Don’t worry, I’ll keep it clean“, with a small laugh. With that, Figgins hands her the mic and walks off to the side of the stage. Santana looks around nervously, and in doing so she spots Quinn who gives her a wink and thumbs up.

“Um hi, a lot of you don’t know me and those of you who do probably know me for all the wrong reasons. I have a reputation for being mean and being a bitch to a lot of you. People sometimes say that there is always a reason for somebody being, or acting, a certain way so maybe you will understand me a bit more when I say what I have to say.“ She paused for a second, took a deep breath, and continued.

“Honestly, I was afraid. Afraid of people seeing the real me and judging me for it. I put up walls, acted defensively, and acted like a bitch, when that’s not who I am at all. You see, somewhere in the last three years I realized something about myself and it scared me right to my core. And what I realized is that“, she took a deep breath, “I’m gay“. There was a collective gasp, but everybody remained silent which encouraged Santana to continue.

“I’m gay“, she repeats. “And I am also in love with my best friend. I think, no I know I have loved her since the first day I met her. We first met in kindergarten, I was colouring with a red crayon and it broke. I started to cry and this blonde haired blue eyed girl came over and hugged me, she told me not to cry and gave me her red crayon to use. And we have been inseparable ever since“. Tears are starting to form in Santana’s eyes but she continues none the less.

“She was the first person I came out to, and last year I told her I was in love with her. Let’s just say at the time things were very complicated, but when they weren’t so complicated I ran away from it, from the one person I truly loved. Before the start of Senior Year she told me she would wait for me until I was ready, but now I’m afraid I have left her waiting too long. So, if I ask nicely, would Senior Class President Brittany S. Pierce please join me on stage?“

The rest of the students all looked at Brittany, who by now had tears streaming down her face. She quickly wiped the tears from her face and made her way very slowly to the stage, so as not to seem too eager. As Brittany climbed the stairs, she stopped for a second, took a deep breath, while trying to stop her hands from shaking. She stepped onto the stage and walked right over to Santana until they were at arm’s length from each other.

Santana took Brittany’s hand in her own, smiled that big smile that was reserved only for Brittany, and as their eyes locked Santana spoke. “Britt, I know you said that you would wait for me until I was ready, and I realize that I have probably kept you waiting too long, but if there is even still the slightest chance you still want to be with me, then I am so ready. I love you Brittany S. Pierce, there’s no one like you, you’re the only one I want, the only one I will ever want, you’re my soul mate “.

With that Santana gets down on one knee, still holding Brittany’s hand, looks up at her with watery eyes and says, “Will you be my girlfriend, Brittany?“. Seconds pass, but it feels like hours for Santana. Here she was, down on one knee in front of the whole school, doing something she never thought she would be able to do, and the longer Brittany didn’t answer her the more worried Santana got. Finally Brittany spoke.

“I’m sorry, but the answer is no Santana“, she said with a solemn look on her face. “After everything we have been through, and after waiting for so long I just don’t want to be your girlfriend“. Everybody there gasped in shock, and started talking animatedly amongst themselves. Santana stood up, the tears now visibly streaming down her face, and with a completely shattered heart turned to run off the stage. But before she could Brittany grabbed her by the wrist and took the mic from her.

“Wait“, she said, “ I have something to say“. She spoke into the mic and the crowd suddenly went quiet. “You see, when I said I would wait for you I meant it, I would wait for you until the end of time, if that’s how long it took. You’re my soul mate too, you’re my forever“. Tears were filling Brittany’s eyes, as she started fiddling with something underneath her gown. Finally she manages to pull out a small black velvet box, and by now Santana is really confused.

Now it’s Brittany’s turn to get down on one knee, she takes Santana’s hand in her own, looks up at her and says. “You see, I don’t want to be you girlfriend Santana because I want to be your wife, I have had a lot of time to think about this and I know I want to spend the rest of my life with you. So without further ado“, Brittany opens the box to reveal a beautiful silver engagement ring with a unicorn on the band of the ring. Santana can’t help but give a little chuckle as she smiles softly at Brittany.

“I love you, Santana Lopez, will you marry me? “There were a few shouts of yes from the crowd, but Santana didn’t hear any of it. To her, the only people that existed right now were her and Brittany. She smiles widely at Brittany, and as piercing blue eyes meet dark chocolate eyes, she simply nods and says, “yes, yes a million times yes I will marry you“. Brittany slips the ring on Santana’s ring finger, stands up and lifts the other girl into her arms and kisses her like there is no tomorrow.

The people that were once sitting were now on their feet clapping and cheering, the majority of the students were also cheering and some were so stunned by what they had just witnessed, that nothing came out of their mouths. Quinn and Rachel who, by now, were wrapped up in each other’s arms were crying tears of joy for their friends.

As Brittany and Santana make their way off stage, Quinn and Rachel pull them into a group hug. “I am so happy for you two“, says Quinn wiping her tears away. “Yes, me too“, Rachel agrees, as they pull away from the group hug. “Hey Q, play your cards right with Berry here and this could be you someday“, Santana says with a wink. Rachel looks at Quinn coyly, and they both walk back to their places in line.

Brittany and Santana find somewhere quiet for a couple of minutes, before Brittany’s name gets called. Brittany places her hands on Santana’s waist and pulls her close, “hey future wifey“, she says with a smile. Santana puts her arms around Brittany’s neck, “hey yourself“she says with a grin. “I love you, future Mrs. Pierce“Brittany whispers. “I love you more, future Mrs. Lopez“Santana whispers before their lips meet again as future wives

You don’t have to be alone.

Pairing: Post-Glee HeYa/Brittana AU/Brittana Future-fic

Summary: I’m nothing on my own, and I love you, please come home.

She walked down the pavement; her hands in the pockets of her double-breasted peacoat, her head slightly bowed in reaction to the cool winds of the evening. The people that moved around her did so at different paces, though she hardly paid them any attention. There was an overwhelming sense of clarity in her mind, having spent the entire day debating and finally deciding on her decision. The occasional bouts of nerves that jangled through her were pushed away by forced concentration on ensuring that she was heading in the right direction. While she had walked this route two nights in row, she was still no more than a tourist in this town, and tonight was definitely not a night she could risk getting lost. If all went well this night, she would find and retrieve what she had lost a year ago.

She hesitated by the doorway; watching a slender figure move about the room, gathering pieces of clothing into a pile by a brown suitcase.

 “So it’s true then? You are moving away?”

The voice disturbed the silence of the room, startling the original occupant. Prior to the light nod she received in response, she thought she saw a flash of surprise pass through the soft, blue eyes she had come to know very well, but it was gone so quickly she could not be sure. What she was certain of, was that the owner of those eyes had stopped pottering around the room, and was instead standing stock-still, gazing at her. She swallowed thickly before meeting the gaze, offering herself up the only way she could at this point.

“I just need a break, maybe rediscover my love for dancing or do a little choreography. I’ve been talking to a few friends about starting a small dance school for underprivileged girls.”

The answer jolts through her like cold steel as she realizes that the blonde had thought this through, that she had considered her options and was not doing this on a whim.

Bitter laughter rang through her head as she contemplated how long ago it was that she had already lost her. When was the turning point? Was it when she brought a 20-year old as a date to an event out of pressure from her management? Or maybe it was after that particularly emotional day at work, which ended with them cuddling in a compromising position while they fell asleep? The feelings that emerged from that situation had unnerved her, yet she was unwilling to disturb the peaceful sight that lay before her eyes. She had driven home in the wee hours of the morning, trying not to think about the guilt of leaving her companion to wake up very much alone.

Or it might have been the numerous other times she had turned the blonde down whenever she used that tone, the tone that hinted a desire to discuss what exactly was going on between them.

She had unknowingly gazed away from the dancer, her eyes flitting about the floor as she thought of an appropriate response.

“And you can’t teach dance to underprivileged girls here?”, she retorted.

“I think a clean start would make things easier. Besides, this isn’t exactly the zip code where one would expect to find underprivileged girls.” The grin that followed seemed starkly out of place within their minimal yet tense conversation, but she was grateful for it. Grateful enough it seemed, that she forgot to ask the blonde what she meant by a clean start making things easier. She should have, instead of choosing to respond with the line that she did.

“When are you coming back?”

 She felt her move closer and she instinctively lifted her eyes to meet the blue orbs. Like a lighthouse searching through the dark ocean, a glow seemed to pass from the cerulean pools through to her own eyes. It faded quickly though, as if it did not quite find what it was looking for.

A pale hand stretched out to her elbow, and she followed it with her gaze as it passed from the edge of her forearm, ending at her fingertips. She looked up and released a breath, before hearing the blonde’s response.

“When I have something worth coming back for.”

Stopping in front of her destination, she peered inwards through the glass windows. The receptionist was chatting animatedly with several middle-aged women, all of whom were mothers of children who attended dance classes at the school. The clock on the wall indicated that classes had ended for the night, and the stream of youngsters that came out of dance studio four confirmed that point. As the pairs of parent and child left the dance school, she could feel their curious gazes upon her. Perhaps they found her familiar, she was a recognized face after all, but she was glad to be in a city where she could stand on the roadside and not have a camera shoved in her mug. 

When all the students had left, she decided she would enter the dance school and wait. Taking a seat in the lobby seemed less likely to draw attention compared to standing outside and looking in. Nodding to herself, she pushed the door open. A bell that had been attached to the door jingled along with the movement.

However, she did not quite make it to the lobby.

Standing before her in the hallway next to the door was the person she had come to see. She was certain she did not imagine the flash of surprise that passed through the familiar blue eyes this time. Striding forward, she stopped in front of the blonde and took her in, feeling her do the same.

“I think it’s time for you to come back now.” She cringed at the emotional tone of her voice.

She felt the woman’s intense gaze move from her face down the frame of her body, before settling on her eyes. The lack of response was palpable, and she felt her throat go dry.

Wearing a small smile, the dancer laid the question before her, “What am I coming back for?”

Stepping closer, she placed her left hand on a pale elbow and wound her right arm around the blonde’s waist.  Looking into the eyes she had missed so severely, she whispered, “Come back for us.”

Title: Fire & Brimstone by coreympanderson

Pairing: Brittana

Rating: T (language)

Summary: Santana’s jealously of Rory gets the best of her, and causes the two girls to break up. POTENTIAL 3X04 SPOILERS.

She was doing something she hadn’t done in almost two years: Go directly home after school. Cheerio practice was cancelled due to an emergency meeting Sue had to take when her numbers once again began to free fall in the polls. She sat at home, alone, up in her room, and that’s when she felt the exact emptiness of her home. Her mother wasn’t home yet, and her dad was out of town at a medical seminar, so she was stuck home until at least 7:00. Actually being home alone for once, in this capacity, she began to realize that there wasn’t anything here worth grabbing her attention. Sure, the weather was still nice enough to swim, but the thought of looking through her closet for a two piece felt more annoying to her than the idea of being stuck at home with nothing to do. She’d pout, but no one was around to listen. Whatever. 

She had already texted Brittany, in fact she texted her three time in the span of 30 minutes. At first it felt like she was needy, like contact with Brittany was an oasis in a desert she couldn’t stop drinking from. She never replied, but she knew she would in time. At least it showed she cared still, right?

When Brittany asked her - or more-so demanded that Santana should “totally be hers” back in June, Santana almost threw up. There were so many “What If?” factors Santana saw tied to the question, but she still couldn’t help but say yes. Brittany told her to look at it as having to not worry about having to find a prom date, that she had no problem waiting, that she was there for Santana every step of the way. Santana was scared of the dating her at first, but she still stuck with it. She’d get scared, she’d start to back away, but Brittany always pulled her back and kept her safe. Santana knew it wasn’t right for either girl, only being able to hold hands in empty theaters, never kissing unless it was in either of their houses, or a quick steal at school. It wasn’t fair to Brittany, and Santana knew it. She even openly questioned it.  Yet, Brittany still waited. She always waited.

Sometimes she felt needy, always needing Brittany there with her. Feeling sick without her next to her, in the same room, the same house. She secretly she’d doubt Brittany’s desire to be around her, but she didn’t have any idea why she did. Brittany never complained, never got annoyed, she was there and she was in the moment as much as Santana. She didn’t baby her, she simply loved her. 

When she met “Ireland” for the first time, she admitted to Brittany he was a cutie. She may be lesbian, but she’d still say a man was attractive if she honestly believed he was. And hell, who knows, maybe he has a hot sister? She liked him in the beginning. He was essentially a fish out of water, he had no idea how to act around American women, he was shy, and he was sweet. She even heard him sing, and it was good hearing a new voice in the club for once. Granted she re-joined the group the same day he joined New Directions. She liked Rory, she did. She’d be his friend if it wasn’t for one thing: sharing a house with Brittany.

When she found out that another boy, an attractive, shy, sweet, European boy, was living with Brittany, she didn’t know what to do at first. Be angry? Being angry meant she was jealous, and she wasn’t jealous. She knew Brittany was faithful and to be completely honest, she assumed Brittany was going to end up hating him in the beginning, seeing how she was having such a hard time understand the exact thickness of his Irish accent. She didn’t worry about it…at first. 

Maybe it was the extreme politeness Brittany embraced him with after about a week of the two of them living together? Maybe it was them showing up to school together? Maybe it was Brittany starting to drive herself to school and taking Rory home afterwards. She really didn’t know where it began, but it started somewhere in the mix of what felt like Brittany’s initial detachment. Which, to be honest, she never did. Sure she’d drive Rory home, but she’d also spend every waking moment with Santana after that. She never brought him up around her. Brittany was, well, Brittany. Still, she couldn’t shake a small fear growing inside of her. 

She checked her phone, nothing. Brittany didn’t text back. She began to worry now, It’d been an hour since she last texted her, and She knew this was unusual of Brittany and as she dialed her number, she felt her shoulders tense up. 

The phone rang three times, before someone answered. It was Rory.

“Hello?” he answers politely.

“Rory? What the hell are you doing on Brittany’s phone?” She snaps a bit too harsh. 

By now Rory had known how to deal with Santana. He didn’t know the exact details of the two girls friendship, and he honestly didn’t care to know. 

“She told me to answer it” was all he said back to her.

“Oh. Uh huh, sure. Where is she?” 

“The other room, want me to get her?” he replies rhetorically. 

“Uh, yeah? Fetch me sold gold, too”. 

Rory sighs and calls her a bitch under his breath. 

After a few moments of silence, Brittany picked up the phone. Her voice was bright and chipper, excited to be talking to her girlfriend now. Rory had already put Santana in a bad mood, but Brittany’s voice calmed her. It always calmed her. 

“Hey San” she says as she snaps her fingers in the background, motioning Rory to get out of the same room as her.

“Hey Britt, what’s up?” Santana feels her voice begin to sooth. 

“Just got out of the shower, sorry I didn’t call you back. I got into a glitter fight with Ror—” Brittany cuts herself off, knowing not to speak of him.

Santana’s caught off guard by this, she tilts her head in confusion as if she was trying to hear it better, hoping Brittany would repeat herself more clearly. 

“You what?” was all Santana says. 

Brittany was silent for a few moments before she sighed, knowing the two were about to fight. 

“Rory and I got into a glitter fight, I showered to get the glitter off. It’s nothing to worry about”. The words sunk deep into Santana. Deeper than she planned on allowing. They stung and stabbed at her core until it began to crack.

“Did you just get out of the shower?” Santana questioned. 

“Yeah, why?” Brittany’s confusion was clearly visible, even though they were miles apart and only talking on the phone. 

“Brittany…are you only in a towel?” Santana says softly, hoping the answer is no.

“Yeah, I am. Santana, what’s wrong?”. Brittany begins to speak up to make up for the quietness that was developing between the two girls. She’s demanding to know.

Santana becomes defensive and stands up in her living room. She walks around when she’s angry, it’s a genetic thing.

“Oh, I don’t know, Brittany. The only piece of clothing that separates you from an attractive boy is a towel? Brittany, you’re naked. You. Are. Naked. It’s 3:30 and your mom and dad aren’t home. You’re naked with an attractive boy in the same house as you. What am I supposed to say to that?” her voice starts to raise, almost to the point of shouting. Thank God she was home alone. Brittany lets out a sigh of annoyance. 

“Yeah, Santana, you’re right. I’m naked”. Brittany snaps back. “Rory!” Brittany shouts. “Yeah?” he answers in the background. “I’m naked!” she shouts back to him, letting Santana hear every second of it. “Oh, okay” is all he allows himself to say, he honestly didn’t care. Brittany caught onto this too and used it as ammunition. “See, Santana. Rory doesn’t care. Rory and I are just friends”. Her voice is both reassuring and forceful.  

“Look, Brittany, I see the way he stares at you. It’s the way I stare at you. I know he wants to be more than friends with you. Maybe he feels like you’re just playing hard to get. Who knows, Brittany. But I’ve watched him around you”. Santana’ losing composure at the thought of Brittany allowing Rory to be with her in the way only she is meant to be. 

Brittany doesn’t let it sink in, she’s quick to reply. 

“Wait, are you saying I’m cheating on you? Santana, are you fucking kidding me?”. Brittany doesn’t cuss, it’s her anger that cusses. Santana’s speechless.

“No, seriously. Santana. Are you fucking kidding me?” her voice is trembling with rage and Santana knows her bottom lip, legs, and arms are shaking. 

“Answer me!” Brittany’s voice boomed from Santana’s phone causing her to jump. 

Santana’s scared now. This is a new side of Brittany she’d never seen before. The most she has seen Brittany upset was when Artie called her stupid last year, and she blew that off easily. 

“I’m just not comfortable with you being naked…around boys…” Santana’s voice is soft, ashamed. 

“Why’s that? Just because Rory’s a boy, you assume I’m going to sleep with him?” 

Rory openly questions “what?” in the background. 

Santana sighs, she knew she had to say yes. 

“Yes…” she lets it trail off and get lost in the distance between the two girls. 

“Oh, so if I had a girl over and I was naked around her, everything would be okay?”

Santana can feel tears begin to surge. 

“Don’t say that, you know what I mean…” Her voice is hoarse, defeated. 

“Clearly I don’t, since you seem to think that I’m going to go bang Rory after I hang up the phone with you”. Brittany’s voice is still harsh and to the point. 

“Brittany, please…” Santana’s eyes begin to burn as she fights to hold the tears back as long as she could.

“Please what?” Brittany questions back. “Please make sure there isn’t any emotional attachment?” Brittany felt her heart drop as she said it. Knowing Santana’s “rules” from last year. 

She could barely hear Santana on the phone. She heard sniffles of heavy breathing, she knew Santana was crying. 

“Please don’t hang up” was all Santana said before going quiet, as if she needed to finish her sentence before she stopped speaking altogether. 

“Santana, I’m sorry. I am. But I just don’t want you assuming I’m cheating on you. It’s dumb. Clearly you think me being naked in the same house as another boy is cheating. If you don’t trust me, we can take a break. I’ll let you figure yourself out. I know this…relationship…is hard for you. We can take a break”. It wasn’t an offer, it was a demand. She lets out a hard, hurtful sigh as she listened to the Santana cry over the phone, not saying anything. “I’m going to go, Santana”. She didn’t give any time for Santana to reply before she hung up the phone. 

Oh God, what have I done? 

No One Clips My Claws by coreympanderson

Summary: The aftermath of 3x01 between Santana and Will. Spoilers, spoilers every where. “The Mack” from The Skanks will be used in here, too. As will Sugar for a small moment! (since I love her so much)

Rating: T (language) 

She couldn’t even look back to her as she makes her way out of the choir room, but that doesn’t stop her back from burning as her eyes tore into the back of her as she walked out. Each step was harder with each as the rope between the two girls got tighter, Santana forcing herself to give more slack. Being outside of the choir room, the hallways felt different. They felt bigger, they felt unknown. She couldn’t remember which way it was to her locker at first, so she just began to wonder down the hallways. 

Walking past Sue’s office, she looked in. She wasn’t there. Santana hated her right now, and it was probably for the best that Sue wasn’t in there. For Sue’s sake, at least. The blinds were wide open, but the room was dark and untouched. It was as if time framed Santana’s decision to make one of the biggest mistakes of her life, and looking in at the chair she had sat in not too long ago began to make her stomach churn. 

She began to hate herself more than ever. More than her denial of her love for Brittany, more than the constant lie she lives. She hated how easy it was to be grasped by Sue again, when she realized that last year, outside of Cheerios, she progressed more in life than she ever had being one of Sue’s pawns. Sue didn’t care about her, and Sue would probably even kick her off the Cheerios if she realized of Santana’s homosexuality, or even worse - the Cheerios would rally against her as if she was a freak of nature, a sex-crazed maniac that’ll prey on every last one of them, and get her kicked off the team. 

Why is it just so fucking hard to fit in?

As she walked down the hallways, granted it was in the middle of classes, she still checked her phone. Nobody stopped her anymore because it was useless too, and the last teacher that tried to take her phone away from her double checks his doors to make sure they’re locked before he sleeps, or attempts to, at night. She wondered aimlessly down the hallways as she checked her phone. No new texts. Not even Brittany. Whatever.

Her steps were softer now. She was tired, but she didn’t know from what. Well, she knew what it was, but she didn’t have the energy to think about that right now, granted it was still one of the few things that ever ran across her mind anymore. She’d sigh, but it’d take too much out and she’d probably collapse, making herself look like a complete idiot for the second time today. Keep it up, Lopez. 

When she made her way to the lunch room, it was generally empty. There were a few students scattered around the tables, all keeping to themselves, and all she could manage to do now was just find a seat and sit.

As students came and went, they either minded their own business or stared directly at the co-captain of the Cheerios, terrified of being caught looking too long. But as they say about wild animals: they’re more scared of you than you are of it. The girl that auditioned from the other was sitting with her back against the wall reading a book, her name was Sugar Motta, and Santana thought she was going to cry hearing the girl sing. She was just that bad. Sugar caught Santana’s leering, but turned her nose up to her and continued to read more. The Virgin Suicides? How appropriate. 

She sat there for another couple of minutes playing with her thumbs and passing the time. She had no idea why she was still there, but there she sat towards the back of the lunchroom she had previously made herself look like a fool in. She didn’t feel it at first, but she felt it the second time. It was her phone vibrating and she went to check it. It was a text. From Brittany.

“please don’t be mad at me, San” was all it said. 

She continued to sit there as she began to look for ways to answer Brittany back. She wasn’t mad at Brittany, Santana didn’t see herself being kicked out, so Brittany would be completely clueless to it. She finally let out her long awaited sigh, as just as expected, it took too much out of her. Thankfully she was sitting down.

“I’m not mad at you, Britt” was all she could manage to say right now. She hit send and slowly let her phone fall from her fingers down onto the table. 

From behind one of the pillars outside, she saw one of Quinn’s new “friends”. She was walking into the lunch room. She seemed larger than life, and Santana was expecting a show, but was surprised at how much the girl had kept to herself. Santana had no idea what her name was, but she remembers Quinn saying something about a Truck Stop. Yuck. She seemed polite, but it was probably only to those she knew she could score free stuff from, and for this moment in time, it was the lunch ladies. She sweetened them up and gave them a perfect false sense of comfort and acceptance in the check out line before she completely forgot about them not even two steps away from them later. Even showing signs of disgust on her face as she walked away. 

Santana watched her walk across the lunchroom. She wanted to see who Quinn had replaced her and Brittany with, because in her eyes, she had every right too. The girl seemed to take the long way around the lunchroom, but turned towards Santana and started walking towards her, still in her own world. Santana looked down at her phone in hopes it’d cover up her glaring at the girl, but it didn’t help. She felt her foot steps stop just at the end of her table. She flinched when the girl spoke. 

“Hey, you seen Fabray around here anywhere?”. 

Santana doesn’t even look up to her. “Nope” she says with a polite hint of “fuck you” attached to the end of it. 

The girl shook her head, accepting where this was inevitably going between the two girls. 

“You must be Santana. Fabray has told me too much about you”. She can pack a punch too. 

This grabbed Santana’s attention. She looked up to the girl standing above her. Don’t panic. “Oh really?” Santana questions. “Funny, she hasn’t said a thing about you”. The girl pauses for a second, she’s not hurt, it was the last thing she felt. She just didn’t expect Santana’s quick wit and venomous words to hold as much of a punch as they had. “Look, I just want to know where Fabray is. She has my lighter and I’m really needing a smoke”. 

“Hm, check the showers? She could be in there, but God knows you’d never go check since that’s too close to being clean”. Santana’s starting to become comfortable with the idea of toying with this girl. It reminded her of watching an Animal Planet show about the Komodo Dragon and where it’d bite it’s victims, poison them, and follow them around and watch them die before eating them. She did compare herself to a lizard last year, after all. Finally the girl lets out a sigh, Santana could have sworn she was giving in.

“Look, Santa”.

“Santana” she corrects the girl.

“Whatever, Santa, I’d beat the shit out of you right here and right now, I’d smash your face into the lockers and I’d kick your teeth in, but I can’t, I’m on probation. Do you know what probation is? It’s something girls who are actually tough get. I know about you, Lopez. Your Lima Heights Adjacent bullshit. I do have one question though: Do the maids at your house wear body armor? I mean, since you live in such a bad part of town. And what’s this shit I hear about you and that dumb as all hell best friend you have? Holy shit, Santa, are you —”

“Shut up”, Santana stops her. Santana loses her composure for a few seconds, she might have been saved from a physical beat down, but damn, her words hit her twice as hard. 

“None of that’s true, whatever you heard. It’s not true”. She slumps down her shoulders and looks away ashamed. 

The girl smiles seeing Santana in defeat. 

“Yeah, alright. Whatever, all I wanted was to know where Fabray was”. The girl had seemed to cool off in the few seconds of silence between the two of them and was already backing away from the table. As she left Santana let out “she’s not dumb”,  but it was so quiet and under her breath that the girl didn’t hear her as she walked away from the table. She checked her phone again, another missed text, it was Brittany again.

“I miss you, practice is so boring now. I don’t even want to dance in these stupid purple clothes. Fake it till you make it, right? :/”.

She thought for a second, she wondered what Brittany meant by purple clothes, she wondered what song they were singing, she wondered if the song they were singing was about her. Her mind began to race again, but she had to stop it. She looked at her phone and eased her mind on looking for an answer. Before it hit her, she realized she had one.

“Don’t worry, B. I’ll be back soon. Promise. I love you, you know? And all we need is each other, K? No stupid pianos, no stupid purple clothes. No Mr. Schue. No Sue. Just us”. And with that, she let out a big enough smile to where she didn’t care who saw and hit send. 

Graduation Day by corajane709

Christopher Paul Lankford.  

Rebecca Jane Leonard.

Santana stood on the steps of the stage, her eyes darting over the crowd.  They had to be here.  They’d said they’d try.  Today, of all days, they had to be here.

Michael Allen Lockwood.  

A loud burst of applause and cheers as a football player crossed the stage and screamed “Titans rule!” before grabbing his diploma.  She took advantage of the distraction to keep looking.  They should be easy to spot.  After all, her parents stood out in this town.

But they weren’t here.  In the back of her mind, she’d known they wouldn’t be.  They weren’t out there at all.

Santana Maria Lopez.

She forced herself to look away from the audience on the football field.  Holding her head up and managing a superior smile, she crossed the stage.  Principal Figgins handed her the diploma and shook her hand, and there was a smattering of applause and cheers from the members of New Directions, the only people who even bothered to pretend they cared about her.  The rest of the vast crowd was already bored and waiting for the next person they recognized.

She kept the strained smile, because she wouldn’t dream of letting anyone see she was upset.  On the top of the steps leading down from the other side of the stage, she paused to check one more time.  Maybe she just hadn’t spotted them yet.

And that was when she saw Brittany, standing in the aisle, watching her.

In the most redundant of clichés, she felt as if her heart actually skipped a beat.  She hadn’t expected her to be here at all.  Because in the end, Brittany hadn’t gotten the required credits to graduate.  She’d said, just this morning, that she wasn’t coming to the ceremony.  It was too hard to watch everyone move ahead without her.

Santana forced herself to continue down the steps as the name after hers was called.  She moved toward the seating area for graduates, but instead of sliding into her row, she continued on toward Brittany, ignoring the stares.

“You changed your mind,” she said.

“Yeah.”  Brittany smiled a little and looked down, sheepish.  “I wanted to be here for you.  And… I brought you something.”

Santana watched as she produced a simple rose corsage.  She swallowed hard.

“It’s kind of small for a headband,” Brittany went on. “But I thought you could wear it on your wrist.”

She smiled and bit her lip, nodding.  “Good idea.”

Brittany slid the corsage over her hand.  They were now the center of a small cluster of interest.  Somebody took a picture, and Santana thought about grabbing the camera to destroy it, but decided not to.  Let them look.

“It’s beautiful,” she said, tears stinging her eyes.  She turned her wrist from side to side to display it. They stared at each other, time seeming to stop.  Did Brittany have any idea what this meant to her?  

“Sit down!” hissed the chemistry teacher, leaning toward them from her aisle.

“How about you sit down, Saddlebags,” Santana told her, irritated by the interruption.  “Or I’ll tell everyone about the lipo my dad did on your thighs last week.”

The woman fell back in her seat, stunned and intimidated.

“I’d better go,” Brittany said.

“Wait.”  Santana took a deep breath.  And before she could stop herself or talk herself out of it, she reached up and kissed her, cupping her face in her hands.  The rose brushed against her cheek.  Brittany, surprised at first, kissed her back.  There were a few gasps from the people seated nearby, but they ignored them.  It was getting easier.

She lowered herself back onto the ground from her tiptoes, watching Brittany smile down at her.  Her expression was both touched and proud.  That was all that mattered.  It didn’t matter anymore what anyone else thought.

“Come and sit with me,” Santana told her, not wanting to let her go.

She seemed hesitant.  “I don’t want to get you in trouble.”

“I’ve already got my diploma.  What are they gonna do?”

Seeing the logic in this, Brittany said, “Okay.”

Santana pulled her over to the aisle she was supposed to be seated in, and they worked their way down the row past the other kids in caps and gowns in the J and K section.  Mercedes grinned at them as they passed.  In the L section, she gave a pointed look to the band geek in the seat next to hers, and though he seemed to consider protesting, he thought better of it and moved down without a word.

She slid into her folding chair and tugged Brittany down beside her.  They smiled at each other again.

Then, at the same time, their smiles faded a little as they both seemed to realize this was quite possibly the last time they would ever sit next to each other at McKinley High School.  The very last time.

Santana held out her pinky.  Brittany glanced down at it.  Seeming to blink back tears, she held out her own.  They linked them, squeezed them tight, and then regretfully turned their attention back to the stage.

Her Smile Heals Me by zombierainbowconnection

Brittana fic

author: mamatots

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7163604/1/Her_Smile_Heals_Me

Santana walked briskly down the south hallway of McKinley High and pushed open the exit door to escape into the cool night air. She took in a deep breath, pausing slightly to calm herself.

…Dancing Queen, young and sweet, only seventeen…

The persistent beat of the song she just finished performing still rang in her head. So cliché… the slim brunette thought to herself. Puke. She had pictured herself dancing to that song as the crowned prom queen when Mr. Shuester originally selected it…not singing it for Kurt and Blaine to shine.Junior prom totally sucks.

The dark-haired beauty let out an aggravated sigh and moved further toward the student parking lot with determined steps. She pulled off her wrist corsage of red roses from her left arm and tossed it to the ground. Fuck them. They can all go to hell.

Santana looked around the lot for a moment, lost in slight confusion. My keys…fuck. She’d put them in her locker before the dance started. She let out another huge sigh. I can’t win tonight. She laughed, the irony of her loss for the queen’s crown not escaping her. Whatever. Brittany was right earlier…we could find that cheap-ass crown at any party store…I don’t need their approval. That’s right, she told herself as she pulled her strong shoulders back which stuck out her ample chest. Who cares what any of those Lima losers think anyway. She looked up at the night Ohio sky. The stars seemed extra bright tonight without any clouds to block their visibility. I care, she admitted, her shoulders falling again.

She could hear the pounding of the music coming from the gymnasium. She heard Mercedes’ voice loud and proud. She didn’t seem fazed by Santana’s sudden departure from the stage. Mercedes loved being a one-woman show when given the chance. Santana leaned against the hood of her car, crossing her arms, as a giddy couple playfully walked hand-in-hand past her. They smiled respectfully at the former head cheerleader as she stood there in her crimson dress. The red complimented her dark complexion, highlighting the Latina beauty’s natural glow. Varsity Cheerio or not, her mere presence demanded respect, and she had always gotten it from the other students.

See, they seem to like me, whoever they are. So…how did I lose tonight? Santana was still filled with defeat. Something Santana Lopez was not used to feeling. She was a top athlete, made top grades, had a fantastic, sultry singing voice, was the daughter of a well-known Lima doctor plus she was gorgeous and totally hot. She’d dated…ok, fucked…all the hot, and a few not-so-hot, guys at McKinley High. Those who hadn’t fucked her, wanted to at least. I should have won with just the guy vote alone! God, why is this bothering me so much?

“I need a smoke,” she said to no one. Fortunately, she knew just where to find Puck’s hidden pack of cigarettes.

Even in three-inch heels, Santana moved across the parking lot and up the grassy hill with the grace of a black cat. She headed for the gate that accessed the football field. It was chain-locked when she reached it. She’d encountered that restriction before. She knew just where there was a weak spot in the fencing, a small section that had long ago pulled away from the post. Like any good trespasser, she took off her heels and tossed them over the fence then hiked up her dress with one hand as she lifted the metal with the other. Her trim body slipped under with ease. Almost. Santana heard a rip just as she pulled her second leg through. Fuck. Good job, Santana…how will I explain THAT to the dress shop when I try to return this overpriced rose garden on Monday?

Mami&Mommy by wadyafunker

In-progress Brittana Fanfic.

Mami&Mommy 

Rated: M for being a fluff with side smuts.
Chapter: 11 so far
Summary: Santana and Brittany have the perfect jobs and have the perfect family. Things get in the way but they manage to keep their family together. 

“GIRLS! GET IN HERE NOW!” Santana huffed like the big bad wolf and put her thumb and index finger on her forehead in frustration. “The day has just begun.” She thought

“Yes, Mami…?” The little blonde blue eyed nervously asked.

Then, a little brunette bounced into the kitchen and onto Santana’s legs almost knocking her over and saying in the sweetest voice, “Ma-mi!”

Santana couldn’t help but smile at both of her sweet girls and her frustration disappeared almost immediately. She picked up Ava, the precious little brunette, and crouched down and opened her arms for Valerie, the cute blue eyed blonde standing scared before her. Santana gestured for a hug and a smile and Valerie came running up to her arms.

“Valerie, Ava, did you make this mess in the kitchen?” Santana asked more calmly motioning to the flour on the floor and trails of broken eggs from the fridge to the counter with her eyes.

“I promise it’s not a mess, Mami. Me and Ava just wanted to make breakfast for you and mommy.” The blonde said so innocently with a pout that Santana could not resist. Valerie was every bit as adorable as her wife. She was a goof ball like Brittany, but she definitely had her Mami’s brain.

“Next time, we should make it together okay? I don’t want eggs and flour all over my babies. You two won’t look as cute!” Squeezing her daughters in her arms and giving both of them eskimo kisses.

The little girls laughed and hugged their Mami. Santana knew that Valerie and Ava loved her much as she loved them. She never wanted to let go but she knew they had to clean the mess up and cook before Brittany wakes up.

“Alrighty then! Let’s get cooking! Pancakes with peaches on top or crepes with nutella with peaches on top?” She winked at her kids.

“Tella!” Ava screamed with excitement.

“It’s nuh-tell-ah, Ava!” Valerie tried teaching her two year old sister. “Nutella please Mami!” she then shouted.

“Shhh… You have to be quiet so we don’t wake Mommy up.” For a moment, she thought deeply then exclaimed, “We should surprise her in bed!” Santana then proceeded to take out the ingredients and placed them on the clean side of the counter.

“Valerie, pick up the egg shells and teach Ava to put the egg shells in the trash. I will sweep up the flour and wipe the egg mess you two made.” Motioning thumbs up and smiled beautifully.

Both little angels then said in a beautiful symphony, “Yes, Mami!”

It took thirty minutes to clean up and thirty minutes to cook ten nutelle crepes. It was almost 6:30 and there was an hour till Valerie started her first day at preschool. Santana cleaned up the pans, the utensils, and basically the whole kitchen while her girls topped the crepes with whip cream, powdered sugar, and peaches. Once Santana and the girls were finished with what they were doing, they crept up the stairs and to the master bedroom.

Brittany laid asleep face planted in their big California King bed not realizing that Santana, Valerie and Ava were climbing onto the bed and placing food in front of her.

Santana winked at her angels and they proceeded to ride Brittany like a horse and immediately she had woken up.

“Val! Av! You are going to wake Mami up if you girls won’t be quiet!” She said sleepily as she wiped drool from the corner of her mouth.

Then, it was Santana’s turn to jump on Brittany as she turned around too face them. She straddled Brittany and gave her a chaste kiss on the lips, and then the forehead and said, “Good morning drooling beauty!”

Ava hugged her mommy awake and snuggled in the soft comforter next to her. Valerie gave her mommy a kiss on the cheek and pushed the tray of food to her.

Seeing the breakfast in front of her Brittany took the tray, stood up, and put it on the vanity in the room. All three other girls in bed were confused and just stared at the taller blue eyed blonde.

Then suddenly, Brittany ran to the bed growling and imitating the voice of a monster, “I don’t want to eat those! I want to eat two angels and a beautiful queen! ROAR!”

The two girls screamed and laughed at the same time and hid behind Santana.

Brittany then pounced on Santana, putting pressure on top of the girls so they are pinned down but not to the point where her girls are crushed and crying cause of lack of air.

All four laughed and ate it bed.

Brittany yelled out, “Val! Come on! First day of preschool! Mami and Ava are already in the car waiting for you!” She waited on the bottom of the stairs patiently.

Her daughter then bounded down the stairs with the biggest smile in the world and said, “I am ready mommy! You don’t have to stay at school and watch me. I am a big girl now. I heard Mami asking you if you two can watch. I am a big girl. I promise I will be good!” Then, the little Brittany held her pinky out to her mommy.

Brittany took Valerie’s pinky and hooked it with her own and walked to the garage.

The drive was only five minutes away so the Peirce-Lopez family got there pretty quickly.

Brittany got out of the black Benz first, opening the door for Santana and kissing her hand, which made Santana blush red. Then Brittany went to the passenger door and took Ava and Valerie from their child safety seats and carried them next to Santana.

Valerie got down from Brittany’s arms, held her Mami’s and Mommy’s hand and walked down the hallway of her school.

Santana and Brittany were getting stared at but not because the parents were both women, but because they symbolized love. Living in San Francisco was definitely a very smart idea.

Brittany embraced Santana with one arm and held onto sleeping Ava with another. They both watched as their daughter waved goodbye with a smile in her line with other scared students and went inside the classroom.

She knew Santana was going to cry because their first child, their first bundle of joy is growing up. She gave her wife a kiss on the forehead, took her hand, and drove home in peace.

Ava was asleep soundly in her pink and purple bedroom dreaming of unicorns, ducks, and clouds.

Santana watched her daughter sleep before closing the door. She went downstairs to clean up the dishes when she found her lovely wife washing them already.

“Brittany babe, do you have work today? I called in sick at the firm. I feel sad because Valerie’s gone to school.”

Brittany finished cleaning the dishes. She made one swift move to her beautiful wife and peppered her neck and face with little pecks and then finally giving Santana a passionate kiss on the lips.

“San, you can’t always call her your little girl. She’s growing into a beautiful girl.” She picked up the house phone and called in her dance studio. “Mike, I can’t dance today, do you think you can take charge for today? Mhm, yeah. Please. Okay, thank you!” She turns to Santana and says, “No, no work today.” Smiling brightly.

Santana takes Brittany’s hand and kisses it. She wraps her arms around her wife’s neck and kisses her slowly then after a few more seconds turned their kissing into a make out.

Santana pulled away from Brittany, giving a slight smirk and said in a seductive voice, “How about we get our cuddle on, share some sweet lady kisses, and then some.” Santana then raced to the top of the stairs into the master bedroom.

It took five seconds for Brittany to register all of this, but soon after she chased Santana to the master bedroom and closed the door behind her.

As soon as Brittany closed the door quietly to not wake up Ava, she noticed Santana in bed laying down with her eyes closed. She also took notice how the curtains were down making the room dark and fit for sleeping. Disappointed, she slipped out of her pants and shirt leaving her only in her underwear and yellow spaghetti straps and laying on the other side of Santana. She then heard giggling from her wife. As soon as she turned around, Santana straddled her, exposing Santana’s naked body.

As planned, Santana caught Brittany off guard. Her teasing worked perfectly! Now, time for the pleasing part. She can tell Brittany was holding her breath cause of the surprise attack.

“Thank you for taking the day off today.” Kissing the pale neck of her wife and getting the she wanted to hear moan as a reply.

“This is my thanks to you” Santana winked and started grinding against Brittany’s core and making her underwear wet. Santana then grabbed Brittany’s tank top and yanked it off and collided their lips with luscious lady passion.

Brittany parted her lips to let Santana’s tongue explore her mouth. She grabbed the sexy Latina’s ass and made the grinding even rougher. Hearing Santana moan Brittany flipped them over so now that she was on top. She kneaded Santana’s breast with her porcelain hands, and kissed her neck leaving fading hickey’s here and there. She kissed the tan skin until she met Santana’s breast and she licked the erect nipple and took it in her mouth fully. Sucking, nibbling and licking each breast which only made Santana wetter.

“Brittany…” Santana moaned. “Brittany, can you…”

She knew what she wanted so Brittney brought herself lower, between Santana’s thighs. She caressed her wife’s stomach and legs with her soft white pale hands. She then dragged her nails on the tan thighs causing the Latina to moan louder.

“Baby, we can’t wake Ava up. We’ll have to stop and wait for tonight and I can’t wait. Keep it quiet, ok?”

Santana nodded her head with pleading eyes.

With that, Brittany slipped her tongue in Santana’s wet folds and caressed the tan thighs around her head while Santana hummed in pleasure.

Santana started rocking her hips so the tongue inside her would go further and further. She grabbed blonde hair to hold onto and push in to her more.

Brittany recognized the plea, so she rocked back with her wife’s thrust creating a unison motion which only making Santana go over the edge.

Brittany slipped out her tongue and flicked at the swollen clit causing Santana to yell out “Brittany” and give her a huge orgasm. But Brittany wasn’t done. She then slipped three fingers inside Santana and laid on top of the girl. Pale and tan skin met and it was the most perfect things in the world.

Brittany grinded roughly and thrust onto Santana until Santana flipped them over and started riding Brittany.

She could feel it. She could not only the intensity of her next orgasm but she could feel the love her and Brittany shared. She kept on riding Brittany while Brittany kept on kissing her neck and crashing their lips together.

With the final flick of Brittany’s thumb on her wife’s clit, she could feel the smaller girl go over the edge.

Santana shook for a couple of seconds because of the overpowering feeling and then flopped on top of Brittany. She kissed the blonde on the lips, on the neck, on the nose, and on the forehead. Santana stared at the blue eyes and got lost.

Brittany kissed Santana and said, “My turn” with a seductive, devilish smile. For another hour, they reciprocated their love.

Fic: Don’t Stop Talking To Me by coreymypanderson

Title: Don’t Stop Talking To Me

Pairing: Brittana (Brittany/Santana)

Rating: T (mild language)

Summary: Santana’s been fine by herself, she managed to pull through Freshmen year alone, and she doesn’t see anything changing Sophomore year, either. That is until a tall blonde girl walks into her life and unknowingly changes everything.

Word Count: There’s always money in the banana stand!

Spoilers: None because RIB will never give us a back story for Brittana.

Author’s Note: This doesn’t take place in the same timeline as WHYB? or anything like that. Just something I thought’d be fun to write. If you like it, tell me. If not. lol okay.

* Don’t Stop Talking To Me comes from Circa Survive’s “Stop The Fucking Car”, one of my favorite songs of all time.

ALSO: IF YOU LIKE IT AND WANT MORE, TELL ME!!!

Santana’s alarm clock had been going off for about 10 minutes now and she was still fast asleep. She hadn’t hit snooze, she just slept through it. Being set for 6:30 in the morning, for reasons completely unknown to her, she let it blare through her otherwise silent house. With her mother already awake, she was Santana’s actual alarm; coming into her room, turning off her alarm and waking her up. Not shaking, just gentle nudges until Santana stirred awake and adjusted her eyes to the light that blinded her from above. It was the same thing every morning with her: a fight. She didn’t fight her mom and she didn’t fight the idea of going to school, she fought herself and the preparation it took to get ready for school. 

It was a Friday, so in typical female fashion, she already had her best picked out from the night before and sat it out on her computer stand for the morning above. At first it was strange for her remembering that none of what she picked out the night before mattered because the only thing she was going to be wearing was a red and white Cheerios uniform.  It was only a few days into the new school year, but she had been a cheerio for a while now - granted the uniform and the constant need to wear it was still something she needed to get used to. Looks like Sue Sylvester had already chosen what she was going to be wearing every day from then on out months ago. 

Getting ready for school wasn’t hard for her, the quick shower, drying of her black hair and pulling it into a ponytail, collecting the essential books for the day and grabbing her Cheerios duffle bag all took her 20 minutes at tops. She typically brushed her teeth at school before classes began, mostly because it just gave her something to do always being 30 minutes early to school. 

Between talking to a few Cheerios and Quinn Fabray, Santana really didn’t have friends at school. She wasn’t unpopular, she was quite literally the opposite. Snatching up Noah Puckerman before school started was one of the smarter things she’s done for her high school life. Being a Cheerio and wrapped around the arm of Noah “Puck” Puckerman kind of made her invincible, and she enjoyed it. Granted she never enjoyed dated him. She always passed off their constant fighting as “He smelt weird and just wanted sex”, but it was something deeper than that. Something that made her sick to her stomach at the sheer thought of. Something she’d never let get out, but that was only because she didn’t quite know what it was herself. 

She always admired Quinn and meeting her over the summer was even better. She got to know Quinn in the two months they spent together before school started, and Santana was thankful for that. Quinn’s ruthlessness is what drew Santana to her. But what was odd about every thing was how Quinn came out of no where. Santana knew quite a few people around Lima because her father held parties for “The Lima Elite”, and Quinn or her parents were never there, and the parents that attended these parties always drug their children off with them because they wanted to showcase the monsters they themselves had created. 

Santana never questioned Quinn’s existence, she just sat back and watched her work her way to the top and much to Santana’s surprise: without spreading her legs. Almost spreading her legs, but Quinn’s natural ability to tease the ever living shit out of a boy was almost too admirable. She drove boys crazy for the fun of it, and Santana just sat along the sidelines laughing at all of this too. Which is why she was caught off guard when Finn Hudson came out of no where and seemingly tamed Quinn. He changed her, and Santana knew it wasn’t for the better. 

Before Finn, Quinn always had a soft spot in her heart. Sure she could be ruthless, but she always knew where and when to draw the line. With Finn, the star quarterback swooping her up, all of that became forgettable and Quinn was out for blood. This is what caused the rift between the two girls: Finn Hudson. It wasn’t that Santana cared or was jealous, she just didn’t want to lose someone she could actually consider a friend. Friends didn’t come easy to her, that was just a natural part of her. She was intimidating, loud, and sometimes just out-right nasty to anyone she could point a finger at. 

Waiting for classes to start, Santana waited in the gym next to Quinn and the rest of the group she had become accustom to sitting with each morning. Looking around and scoffing at the rest of her classmates at how poor tastes in clothing and even mentioning  how one Rachel Berry was probably a cyborg created by Principal Figgins to run around early in the morning and annoying everyone with her bright smile and “go-to” attitude. She hated Rachel. Everything was going as normal in the group, Puck was no where to be found, Quinn was sitting on Finn’s lap and Finn was trying to hardest to hide the fact that Quinn’s position on his lap was doing things to him. The only thing Santana bring herself to do  was roll her eyes. 

There was about five minutes left before the bell would ring and school would begin with Finn finally adjusted himself and sat comfortably with Quinn still on his lap, looking around the gym at the rest of the students - particularly Rachel Berry whenever Quinn wasn’t looking at him. His scan over the sea of students abruptly changed when in the far corner he noticed a new face. “Hey, who’s the tall chick down there by the water fountain?” He said as he moved Quinn a little to the side trying to get a better look. “What, where?” Quinn questioned as she felt the need to know of a potential new girl in her hallways”. “There” Finn pointed again as if he was trying to prove himself out of a lie. “Over there, see?”. 

This had by now even caught the attention of Santana who had taken a break from filing her nails to look up at the new girl Finn had pointed out. She scanned the general area that had pointed towards and her eyes narrowed as if she was looking for something on the horizon. “Finn, what are you talking about? All I see is a room full of losers and It’s physically making me ill looking in that general dire—”. The site of the tall blonde standing against the gym wall smiling awkward at the strangers as they passed her and studied the unfamiliar female cut Santana off mid-sentence. 

Oh.

She realizes she cut herself off and quickly resumes her posture. “Oh, her? Cool. Another Lima Loser. Maybe she can date Puck for me and have Lima Loser babies or something”. She goes back to filing her nails. It was the first time Santana Lopez has ever lied to herself, and unknown to her at the time: it wasn’t going to be the last. Feeling uncomfortable with herself, she decided she’d get an early start to class. It was math and quite frankly she didn’t even care if she showed up for it, but something began burning inside of her and she had no idea what it was. “Whatever, I’ll catch you after school for pratice, K Quinn?” She said getting up in a hurry. “Yeah” Quinn replied letting off that she was confused at the sudden actions Santana was taking, but also that she honestly didn’t really care. 

As she leaned over to pick up her Cheerio duffle bag, she caught another glace at the tall girl on the other side of the gym, and looking at her made her feel guilty, like she was looking at something she was forbidden from, but couldn’t help but peek anyways. She noticed the girl looking around with no general clue of who was who, but she smiled at the students that made eye contact with her long enough. Well, at least she’s not a bitch. Santana swung her bag around her right shoulder and made her way down outside of the gym, rubbing her forehead as if she was trying to forget the tall blonde girl thinking that if she’d never go back into that gym again, she’d never see her and everything would be fine again.

The day was ending and Santana only had 2 classes left, when in the middle of French class, Emma Pillsberry walks into the classroom with the tall blonde in tow. Santana hadn’t noticed Emma’s entrance to the room or that the girl from the gym was with her because her eyes were focused on her cell phone under the table, sending texts to Puckerman, or, well, avoiding his texts and attempts to get into her pants over the span of the day. Emma noticed this and decided to call Santana out on this. “Alright, class, Santana” Santana looks up and doesn’t quite notice the girl standing behind her at first, granted she towered over the short red head. 

“This is Brittany Pierce, she’s new to our school and she has class with you all! Yay!”. Her voice was chipper and bright, she was excited to be showing this new girl off. Santana’s eyes shot behind Emma as she tried to get a better look at the girl standing behind her. It was the same girl from the gym, but this time Santana could put a name to her face: Brittany Pierce. Shit. ”Brittany was previously home-schooled, but now she’s here with us!” Emma continued on introducing the girl behind her who still stood awkwardly. “Yeah, but I wasn’t like taught by a house or anything”. Brittany spoke. It broke Emma’s concentration at first but it didn’t stop her from carrying on. “Right, well, Brittany. This is Mrs. White, she’s your French teacher, she’ll take over from here”. And with that, Emma was out the door. 

Brittany’s comment about being home-schooled threw off the whole class, even Santana. Nobody, especially Mrs. White, knew what to say to that so a small awkward silence just filled the room for a minute. A few shotty whispers from boys developed among the students and Brittany seemingly just took it. “Right, well Brittany, we’re glad to have you. Find a seat and we’ll continue where we left off, have you ever had French before?” she questioned the new girl. “Yeah, their fries are awesome”. Over-emphasis on “awesome” caught Santana off guard and she snorted to herself trying to contain her laughter. Is this girl serious?

Not knowing what else to do now, Mrs. White just nodded and told her to find a seat. Brittany looked over the crowd and Santana lowered her head from Brittany’s view in hopes she wouldn’t be spotted by her soft blue eyes. Brittany picked a seat out in her mind, walked to it, passing Santana, and sat down somewhere in the back behind her. When Brittany sat down, Santana felt that same fire inside her from earlier, but this time she felt it in her back like the girls eyes were tearing into her back and once again, she became uncomfortable in herself and asked if she could excuse herself from class to go to the bathroom. Mrs. White knew it would best to not tell Santana “no”, so she just sighed and nodded yes. 

She kept her calm until she was out in the hallway and then she began to tense up, balling her fists up and holding them close to each side of her as she sped down the hall towards the girls bathroom. She had no idea what she was running from, but she was running from something. This girl was doing things to Santana, and Santana honestly had no idea what it was. When she finally made it to the bathroom she went into the first stall she could find and shut the door. She didn’t even bother sitting but instead she paced herself in the small confined space. 

“What is going on with me?” she whispers to herself as she rubs her head again in thought. She almost said it out loud, but for fear of someone else being in the bathroom as she, she screamed inside her head What is it about this girl? She’s just a girl. Just. A. Girl. Santana sat down on the stall and let out a long deep breath. She sat in silence for the new few minutes before gathering herself and making her way out of the stall towards the bathroom mirror. Keep it together, Santana. You can ditch art easily, just say Coach Sylvester needed you early. With that, she let out another breath and made her way back to class. 

As she made her way back into the classroom, all the students, including Brittany all shot their eyes up to her but she just silently walked to her seat and shamefully looked away at the tall blonde as if she had went to the bathroom without asking her permission to be excused. She was silent the rest of the class, still uncomfortable in herself. After the bell rang for next class, Santana got up in a hurry, forgetting her homework paper on the table, causing Brittany to speak up to her. 

“Hey, you forgot your paper.” Brittany tells Santana as if  she knew her all her life. Hearing the girls soft voice which was just loud enough for her to hear froze Santana in her tracks for a few seconds. It hurt her hearing the girl speak to her so softly. Don’t be an idiot, just turn around and grab the paper. Santana spins around on one heel and grabs the paper from the blonde girl that stood about a foot higher than her. “Thanks” was all she could manage to get out. Brittany didn’t reply verbally, but a sweet and small smile formed across her face as Santana turned back around and headed out of the classroom. 

The rush of the hallways eased Santana a bit. Her she felt less vulnerable and she knew she could easily lose the new girl among the crowd, so she allowed herself to be swallowed whole by the sea of students and let the natural current take her to her next class: Drawing. Which she decided not to skip. 

Drawing went by rather quickly, and since Santana didn’t take it seriously, she just used the hour as an excuse to roam the hallways, originally saying she was sick and needing to go to the nurse. The hallways were the exact opposite of a few minutes earlier. They were as silent as a tomb, and being surrounded in concrete, she felt as if she was actually in one massive tomb. The silence never bothered her and she enjoyed looking in on classes as she passed them. She saw Quinn in English bored out of her skull and laughed a bit to herself. Next she saw Finn, but that was as he was leaving the boys bathroom, he simply waved hello before retreating back up the steps and into class. 

For a while the only thing she could hear were her steps, the occasional locker slams in the background had stopped and the teachers all managed to gain control of their students. Pure silence in the hallway. As she turned a corner, she saw her. The tall blonde was standing around confused looking at a piece of paper, it must have been her class schedule. Seeing the girl stunned Santana at first, but then Santana realized that she herself hadn’t been seen yet, and used this as the only chance she’d get to actually look at the girl. 

The first thing she noticed was her long blonde hair. It went past her shoulders and was kept nicely out of her face. She studied the girls lips as she bit them in confusion and thought as she paced back and fourth looking at her class schedule. Her lip gloss reflected the light that shined down from above. Santana had to shake herself as her eyes wondered from the girls face down to her body. She didn’t get long enough of a glimpse, but she saw that the girl was fit. Athletic, for sure, which was kind of odd to Santana seeing how the girl said she was home-schooled earlier. I mean who was she going to compete against, lawn chairs? 

Santana shook off her leering and decided that since the girl seemed nice, there’s no trouble in helping her find her next class, right? Right? She took another deep breath, straightened out her Cheerios skirt and walked down the hallway towards the girl. 

“Hey, are you okay?” she somehow manages to let herself speak first. Brittany looks up from her schedule at the girl shorter than her approaching. “Yeah, I’m fine, but this schedule just sucks. I can’t find anything”. She furrows her brow and lets out a playful pouty lip. Santana realized how speechless she had became by this but saved it by asking if she could look at her schedule. Brittany handed it over as if to say “Whatever, I give up. I’m never going to find these classes anyways”. Santana looked over the classes for two reasons: 1) to see if she shared anymore classes with the girl and 2) to see what class she was heading to now. “It’s like it hates me or something” Brittany says as if it were true. “Nah, they’re just confusing at first” Santana admits without looking up from the paper. This is 8th period so you should be heading to 208…Mrs. Cann, Drawing”. Are you kidding me? Realizing they shared the same art class and last hour of school together, Santana took a second to collect herself. 

“Alright, no problem. Follow me, we actually share the same class”. 

Brittany begins to walk with her not saying anything after passing a few class doors. “So why are you out of class?” she finally speaks. Santana didn’t have a real answer, or at least an interesting one, she she came up with “They sent me out here to scare all the students back into class” as her reason into being out in the halls. “Really?” Brittany asks wonderingly. “No” Santana lets out a small laugh. “These halls are so big, I mean seriously” Brittany speaks again trying her best keep the walk from going awkward and silent. “Yeah” is all Santana replies with, shooting down Brittany’s attempt. The two walked for a while before eventually coming to their now shared last hour together. Brittany and Santana stood outside just outside of the door, out of view of the teacher. 

“So, are we going to go in now?” Brittany questioned. “Nah” Santana replies again, quickly shooting down any chances Brittany was trying to make small talk with her. “Why not, drawing can be a blast!” Brittany’s voice was excited, she seemed like she could drop Santana right there and barge into the class room. “I guess it’s just not my thing, you know?” Santana felt herself opening up, it was strange. “Why not?” Brittany questioned. “Because” Santana snapped back “Drawing is lame, you can’t get anything done on paper”. Brittany looked down ashamed and mouthed “Oh” before starting to turn away from the girl that had just insulted her. 

Santana realized what she had done and tried to take it back, but it was too late. She was so used to not apologizing, she quite literally didn’t know how to apologize to her in a heartfelt way. “Sorry, I guess you like drawing?” was all she could manage to get out. “Yeah” was all Brittany let out, her voice was quiet and hurt. “Look, thanks for showing me the classroom and all, but I’ll let you go be cool somewhere else, since I’m too “lame” for you now”. Those words stung Santana hard. It wasn’t the harshest thing Santana has had said to her, but it might as well have been, it tore into her. Santana couldn’t do anything, she just leaned against the locker and sighed. “Look, I really am sorry. I just don’t like that kind of stuff. I mean, I don’t have a problem with it…I’m just not good at it and stuff”. She looked down at the ground in embarrassment, expecting Brittany to ignore her and walk into the classroom. 

“No, I understand” Brittany’s voice was still quiet and hurt, but she meant it. Neither girl was looking at one another now. It took Santana all of her will power to bring herself to look up at the girl standing in front of her. She let out a deep breath and stepped in a bit closer. “Can I at least thank you for giving me my paper in French class today? That was nice of you to do”. What in the fuck are you doing, Lopez? This managed to catch Brittany’s attention. “Yeah?” Brittany said with that same small smile from earlier. Santana quietly nodded her head and even smiled a bit to prove it. “Awesome” Brittany said with a sigh of relief. 

The next thing Brittany did completely threw Santana off guard, and she didn’t realize it at first, but the tall blonde had came into giving her a warm tight hug. Santana didn’t know what to do, so she just gave in and let her arms fall to her side. She smells beautifully. The hug was extremely quick, but it was enough for Santana to know Brittany had already gotten over Santana’s tearing apart of drawing earlier.  ”Look, we’re like 30 minutes late, so we better go into class”. Brittany says after breaking the quick hug. “But not at the same time or anything, that’d be weird and stuff”. She laughs at herself. “Yeah” Santana mumbles still in a daze from the hug, “weird and stuff” she repeats to herself. 

“See you later on in class?” Brittany asks with a smile. 
“Yeah, that’d be cool” Santana says as she nods.
“Sweet” Brittany spins around, opening the classroom door and entering room, leaving Santana out in the hallway completely floored by what had all happened in those few choice moments.

Brittana: Post Born this Way By shelmo2011

Santana and Dave sat as close to the back of the auditorium, so as not to be seen by the people who had gathered on the stage. Santana removed her coat to reveal the Lebanese T-shirt, which Brittany had made her, underneath. Dave looked from the girl’s shirt to her face with his eyebrows arched and a look of confusion on his face. Santana caught him staring and snapped “hey Karofsky, eyes are up here! You are seriously the weirdest gay guy to ever exist“. Dave was suddenly brought back to reality with that remark, he still was not used to being gay let alone being called on it out loud. “No I…. I wasn’t…. I mean….“ he sighs and starts again “sorry Lopez, I really wasn’t staring at you’re…. You know…. Them. I was looking at the t-shirt, I thought you were Hispanic not Lebanese?“ The Latina sighs and rolls her eyes at the boy, “I am Hispanic, Brittany made it for me and she thought Lebanese meant lesbian end of story“. Karofsky looks at Santana even more confused now and asks, “why are you wearing it so? I thought you didn’t want people to know that you’re…. you know…. “Lebanese”.“ Santana sighs “I wore it for her“ she says pointing to the tall blonde on the stage.

Santana watched her friends from Glee club as they danced around the stage to Born This Way. Seeing how confident and happy they were, singing about loving themselves despite what they didn’t like about themselves, hit the Latina hard. She felt a pang of jealousy, because more than anything she wanted to be on that stage singing and dancing with her friends, but more importantly with the girl she loves, Brittany. Santana wanted to be able to get up from her seat, get up on that stage and dance with her Britt Britt. But her legs felt heavy, almost like concrete and even though in her head she wanted to move, her heart was telling her something completely different. She was not ready to make that bold a move just yet, wearing the t-shirt was a huge step for the Latina to take but getting up on that stage wearing the Lebanese t-shirt was a step too far, at least for now anyway. As the performance was coming to an end, Santana with Karofsky in tow headed for the exit before anyone spotted them. But Brittany spotted the dark hair she knew so well, and could not help but smile knowing her best friend had watched the whole performance, but at the same time Brittany felt a little sad that Santana did not stay.

Santana and Dave went their separate ways as soon as they had reached the parking lot of the school. She was just about to get into her car when she heard a familiar voice calling her from behind, Brittany had been running to catch up to her before she left as she wanted to talk to Santana about why she did not join them on stage, instead of just watching the others perform. “San, San wait up“ Brittany shouts “I need to talk to you, please just wait“ she says as she finally catches up to the Latina. Both girls just stand there, looking at each other, blue eyes meeting dark brown and Brittany swears she can see the stars in Santana’s eyes. Santana finally breaks the silence, “what do you want Britt, I need to get home?“ she said a bit harsher than she had intended. “Sorry Britt, that was horrible, what’s up?“ she asked gently. The blonde girl looked at her with a really soft expression on her face, “that’s okay San, I know you didn’t mean it in a bad way“ she said with a smile, “I know you would never be mean to me on purpose“. Santana smiles shyly at the blonde girl, she could never be mad at Britt for too long, all it took was one look into those baby blues and any anger she had would always disappear.

“So, I seen you and Karofsky leaving the auditorium a few minutes ago“ Brittany states matter of factly. Santana kicks herself internally for letting herself be spotted “damn it“ she says a bit too loudly, which causes Brittany to frown at the Latina, “you weren’t meant to see me, I didn’t want you to know that I was there“ she sighs looking down at the ground, almost ashamed. Brittany puts her finger under Santana’s chin and gently pulls her head back up to look at her, “Why didn’t you want me to know you were there silly? You really should have danced with us, I missed you“ the blonde girl says with a smile on her face. Santana can’t help but smile back, she loved Brittany so much and it hurt her so much that she was too afraid to come out, even if it meant they could be together. “I didn’t want you to know I was there because I really wanted to watch you dance, and watch you be proud of whom you are. I wanted so much to get up on that stage and dance with you but I just couldn’t do it Britt, I was too scared. I love you so much and I just want to be able to be with you, but I am still so scared Britt“ the Latina let out a big sigh, and Britt heard all the sadness in that one breath.

Brittany cupped Santana’s face in her hands, looking straight through the Latina as if she could see her soul. “I know San, I love you so much too and I know you’re scared but when you’re ready I will be here, I would wait for you forever“. Santana took the blonde girls hands in her own and whispered softly, “I want to show you something, but first you have to close your eyes for me“ a smile playing across her lips as she said it. Brittany was overly excited at this, she loved surprises especially Santana’s surprises, so she closed her eyes and said “okay San, I’m ready“ holding out her hands expecting Santana to place something in them. Santana could only smile at this gesture, at how cute the blonde was, like a little girl on Christmas morning waiting to open her presents. Santana knew in that moment that she would never love anybody as much as she loves Brittany and that was the best feeling she had ever experienced. She cautiously looked around the school parking lot, to make sure nobody else was looking, before slowly undoing  the zipper on her jacket and said quietly, “you can open your eyes now Britt Britt“ as she bit her lip in anticipation.

Brittany slowly opened one eye first quickly followed by the other when she realised what she was actually looking at. A look of shock, followed by pride, played across her face and she smiled so wide that her face started to ache. “Oh my god San, you wore it you actually wore it, I love you so much“ she said pulling Santana into a loving embrace, “I’m so proud of you babe“ Brittany whispered in her ear. Santana hugged the blonde back so tightly, she didn’t want to let her go, she was smiling so much but tears started to fall from her eyes. Brittany pulled back, wiped the tears from Santana’s face and kissed her gently on both cheeks before saying, “why are you crying San, you should be proud of yourself, you faced your fear and wore the t-shirt, why are you upset?“. Santana smiled and said, “I’m not crying because I’m sad, I’m crying because I’m happy“ which caused Brittany to look at her confused. “I’m happy because you are proud of me, because you believe in me and because you love me“ she said pulling her blonde best friend into another embrace. “The only thing I regret is not dancing with you“ the Latina whispered in her ear. Hearing this Brittany pulled away, offered Santana her pinkie and said, “come with me, I have an idea“. Santana took Brittany’s pinkie in her own and the blonde led her back in the direction of the auditorium.

“Britt hold on, wait where are we going?“ Santana asked confused about what was happening. Brittany looked at the Latina, while they were still walking and replied “do you trust me?“ Santana looked at the blonde confused and stopped walking, as if that wasn’t even a question, “you know I do, more than anyone else“ she said matter of factly. Brittany smiled and replied “well then, trust me now and just keep walking… and no more questions“ she laughed. She tugged Santana’s pinkie with her own and they both continued walking down the hallway, pinkie’s linked just like old times. They reached the auditorium and Brittany pulled Santana inside, not giving her a chance to protest or question why they were there. Brittany got up on the stage and called for Santana to join her, but the Latina stood in front of the stage with her arms folded and demanded “Britt what are we even doing here?“ Brittany laughed, “isn’t it obvious? We are going to dance together, both wearing our t-shirts, just you and I on our own“ she stated. Santana couldn’t help the goofy grin from forming on her face, “but Britt Britt, there is no music, how are we supposed to dance without music?“. At that question the blonde walked off the stage and down to where Santana was standing, she held out her hand and said with a smile “we will just have to make our own music then, wont we!“. The Latina smiled, took Brittany’s hand and walked onto the stage.

Title: Post Hurt Locker. Author: shelmo2011

A/N Just a little fic about what might have happened post Hurt Locker, It’s my very first Brittana fic so be nice and any reviews are appreciated

This feeling of powerlessness was new to Santana, and she did not enjoy the feeling one bit. She was used to feeling strong and confident, getting whatever she wanted, and most of all being in control. But that all changed when she realised that she was in love with her best friend, one Brittany S. Pierce. They had been best friends for as long as Santana could remember, since a very young age, and they had been inseperable never spending more than a day apart. But Santana knew that was about to change, and knowing there was nothing she could do to stop it from happening, was the worst and most scared she had ever felt in her life.

Santana had never planned for this to happen, after all Brittany was just another notch on her bedpost, or so she thought. But not even Santana could have seen this coming, nobody can guess when and who they fall in love with, it just happens and it’s nothing that anybody can control or stop. And what surprises her the most is the fact that it took seeing Brittany with somebody else to make her realise how she felt about Brittany. So she took the leap and told Brittany that she loved her, and that she was the only one for her, only to be rejected in favour of someone else. It cut through her heart like a knife, she was so used to getting everything but the one thing she wanted most in this world, didn’t want her and that hurt more than anything else.

Santana went straight home after that, not even stopping for Mr. Shue, who had seen how upset she looked and had stopped walking to ask if she was okay. She just waved him away and continued walking to the school parking lot. When Santana arrived home she ran straight up to her bedroom, completly ignoring her parents “hi honey, how was school?“. She locked herself into her room and fell on to the bed in a fit of tears, it was now only really sinking in that Brittany had rejected her in favour of Artie. The latina’s mind was racing, full of thoughts of the blonde girl, and things she had said that Santana thought meant Brittany wanted to be with her.

She thought about the time Mr. Shue had given them the duets assignment earlier in the year. Britt had wanted them to sing a duet together “Come To My Window“ she whispers croakly, by Melissa Etheridge she remembers. And Brittany was the one who had wanted them to talk to Miss Holiday about their “relationship”, because she was confused about what they were to each other. “She said she loved me, but she chose Artie“ the latina says choking back her tears. She picked up her phone, opened a blank message and typed one word, “Why?”, she entered Britt’s number and was about to hit send but something stopped her. Did she really want to know why Brittany rejected her, and have her heart smashed to pieces twice in one day? “What if she doesn’t love me the way I love her“ she says silently to herself. She threw the phone back on the bed, curled up into a ball and cried herself to sleep thinking of Brittany.

After she had watched Santana walk away, Brittany just stood at her locker trying to work out in her mind what had just happened. “Did that just really happen?“ she said quietly to herself. Brittany was suddenly pulled from her thoughts by the voice of the person she rejected Santana for, Artie. She looked down at Artie with a blank expression on her face, her mind racing with the thoughts of what had just transpired. “Hey Brittany, are you okay?“ Artie asks with a look of concern on his face. “What? ye….yeah I’m okay…. I think, what’s up?“ Artie pauses “good, because I was wondering if you wanna go to the mall with me now? I have to get some new shoes“. Brittany thinks for a minute, then says “I’m sorry Artie but I have to go home, Lord Tubbington gets mad at me if I dont bring him cigars straight after school, but maybe we could go tomorrow instead?“ And with that, the blonde walked away from him and out of the school, and started her journey home.

When Brittany finally arrived home, she greeted her parents with a quick hello and headed straight for her bedroom. She closed the bedroom door, sat on the floor with her back against it, pulled her knees up to her chest and started crying like she had never done before. At first she felt guilt for hurting Santana the way she did, guilt slowly changed to hate for rejecting the latina the way she did, and eventually the guilt and the hate turned to heartbreak. She had gotten her wish, she wanted to be with Santana and she had wanted her to admit her real feelings, “so why didn’t I just say yes, and be with her?“ she asked herself, choking back tears. Brittany already knew the answer, she could’nt just dump Artie and go be with Santana, that would be cruel and Brittany is not a cruel person. Although she wanted nothing more than to finally be with Santana, she also knew the latina would not have been ready for people to know about them, and especially that Santana was gay, and Brittany does not want to be kept a secret.

She slowly picks herself up off the floor and walks towards the bed and sits on the edge, trying to stop the tears from falling. Just as the blonde had dried her last tear, she spotted a photograph in a handmade frame on the locker beside her bed. It was a photo of herself and Santana at the beach, on a normal sunny day, hugging each other closely and with the biggest smiles on both their faces. “We were so happy that day it was like nobody else existed, just me and you, together and happy, when did everything get so complicated?“ Brittany whispered to the photo, hoping to get an answer or advice telling her what to do next. All she knew was that things had changed between her and the latina these past few months, they had been drifting apart for sometime now and Brittany feared she had lost her best friend for good after today’s events.

Brittany took her phone out of her bag, opened a blank message and began to type “hey San, I am so so sorry for what happened at school today. I know you must hate me right now and I totally understand why, but you have to understand that I couldn’t just break up with Artie it would have been wrong. I am so proud of you for telling me how you feel, I have waited so long to hear those words from you and it made me so happy. I know you didn’t get the answer you expected, but I really do love you and I meant what I said I’m so your’s proudly so. I miss you, I miss my best friend. Please text me back. P.S. Lord Tubbington says hi :) Love, Duckie”. She hit send and hoped and prayed Santana would text back, but after a few hours and no reply Brittany curled up into a ball on the bed and cried herself to sleep thinking of Santana and how much she had hurt her.

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