A/N: This is my first Glee fic. It is a one shot of Quinn's thoughts on Brittana. Quinn knows the school like the back of her hand. The only thing she doesn't understand is the relationship between Brittany and Santana. Her thoughts, understanding and eventual realization on Brittana.
Warning: Quinn may be a little OOC.
Quinn's POV
As the head cheerleader and Queen of McKinley High you would expect me to understand the way the different people in all the different social groups behaved and lived. It was my job. `What would this school be like if its Queen didn't understand it? It would be a mess. It was my job to keep it how it was supposed to be. And I did understand it that was one of the many reasons I was the Queen. For example, I could look at the Glee Club and stereotype everyone in the groups that they belonged in at this school. I could tell you how each group would respond to different things. I could tell you how anyone from any different group would react to being slushied or what they would do if a football player asked them out (not that anyone in glee club other than us Cheerios would get asked out by the football players.)
There was one, just one thing that baffled my mind. Normally I would look over it, not really caring. I didn't need to know every detail about everyone in this school. Especially the nobodies. But this was different. These were my Cherrios. These's were my best friends. The people I should understand most. Santana Lopez and Brittany Pierce. If you asked me how to classify them I could do it easily.
Santana was the stereotypical cheerleader. Hot. Every guy in the school would give their right arm for a chance with her. She was fierce. Hot-headed. She wouldn't take crap from anyone. She knew what her place was in the school. She was at the top and she didn't let anyone forget it. And like most cheerleaders she was labelled as a slut.
Brittany was quite the opposite. She was the same hot, desired cheerleader, but she wasn't anything like Santana personality wise. She kind of fit the "Dumb Blonde" label. She was not what you'd call a straight A student...probably not even a straight D student either... For the most part she was just oblivious. Brittany was also calm tempered, which differed from Santana. She was kind spirited and compassionate unlike the rest of us Cheerios.
See, I had no problem reading them as individuals. I just had no idea how to understand them as friends. With Santana's fiery temper and snarky attitude you would think slow, dim-witted, kind-hearted Brittany would be her prey. But it was the complete opposite!
For example, the other day we were in glee club and were getting our sheets of lyrics for the latest song we were to perform. As I was skimming over my lyrics I began to hear Brittany's slow, childish voice as she struggled to read through the lyrics. I turned to silence her. I wouldn't be able to memorize the lyrics with her reading out loud at a different pace. I was about to speak when my eyes landed on them.
Santana was leaning over Brittany in her seat, which was already up against Brittany's, guiding her through the lyrics. Santana's fingers glided over the page, directing Brittany. Santana's voice was hushed, almost impossible to hear as she whispered the lyrics along with Brittany. Santana didn't snap once or even groan impatiently. Instead her eyes were soft with understanding and her lips, ever so slightly, lifted with pride as Brittany read without stumbling.
I wasn't surprised at all by the event. It was normal for them. It just didn't make sense. They were two people, like gasoline and a lit match, things that were impossible to mix together without destruction, but they worked. They just worked perfectly. Why?
I had contemplated the thought that sometimes opposites attract. Even in friendships. Some people needed a friend that could counter balance their qualities. That had been my answer for the very short length of ten minutes. Why was the idea dismissed? Because that solution came to me in math class right before the teacher asked a fellow student to solve an equation written on the board. The student had been "Umm"ing the question, trying to work it out for a good thirty seconds before Santana interrupted with a "It's thirteen, dumbass. My ten years old cousin could have answered that by now. " And there it was, the roll of the eyes and a groan of impatience. So it wasn't that she had some soft spot for slower, quieter people. It was just Brittany.
But why was that? What was so special about Brittany? Had Sue instructed Santana to tutor Brittany so her Cheerio's grades wouldn't be low? Since 9th grade?
I knew that wasn't right either. They had been friends for years and even if that was the case, why was Santana so protective?
My mind drifted into a memory of earlier that week. Brittany had a growing reputation for her "Kiss List". Kissing all the boys on the football team seemed to be her first goal. I hoped this wasn't true for the sake of the Celibacy Club's reputation. I couldn't have one of my members doing stuff like that. Santana was a lot more furious than I was though.
The first time a word of it had been spoken aloud about it in public Santana blew up. I almost felt bad for the poor Junior talking about it.
There had been a group of Juniors off of the football team standing in the hallway discussing the new piece of Gossip.
"I heard she was making out with two guys at the same time last night." One guy gushed.
"It's true. I was there. It was so hot." Another piped in. His eyes glazing over in a daze.
The first guy who had spoken, tall and lanky with braces, moved from leg to leg excitedly. Horny little kids, I thought bitterly, pursing my lips. Brittany needed to tone it down.
"I heard the older guys, Karofsky and Azimio saying now that she has that kissing list you just have to get a couple drinks in her and she's down for anything—" The last word got cut off with a loud bang.
The lanky boy was shoved up against the lockers, his eyes full of terror. I watched his eyes lock with the cause of his fear. Santana.
"Excuse me? Did you just say something, Twiggy?" Santana growled maliciously, her hand gripping the kid's collar.
He started stammering, trying to beg for mercy or explain himself but nothing came out. He gave up with a pleading look.
Santana smirked. "That's what I thought. You don't know anything. So if I hear one word utter from," she paused and looked at all three boys, threateningly, "any one of you about Brittany I will rip every single one of your braces out, got it?" She spat.
I watched the fire in her eyes burn powerfully. Her teeth smashed together, keeping herself from punching the poor kid out.
The boy nodded quickly, just wanting to get out of the confrontation alive.
Santana hesitated, seeming not to know whether or not the boy was warned enough.
"San." The single syllable rang through the hallway musically as Brittany came walking down the hall.
I watched Santana's face soften. It was like watching the ice queen melt. She slowly let go of the boy's shirt. "Well then, just remember what I said," she said pleasantly, patting his chest.
Santana turned from the boy, smoothing out her hair and smiled at Brittany. "Hey Britt." She said sweetly in a voice I only ever heard her use with Brittany.
Brittany's face lit up and she linked her pinkie with Santana's.
"I was looking for you." Brittany murmured softly as they started to head down the hallway. Brittany waved to the boys as they walked away, resulting in Santana throwing an icy glare over her shoulder. The boys all quickly averted their eyes.
I watched the whole encountered closely from my locker, wondering as always how it all worked. What made their relationship work? The question bothered me. Did they have some sort of understanding? Did Santana just like having a pet, someone submissive and controllable? We all knew Santana liked control. I'm still surprised she hadn't thrown me in front of a bus to get my position of head Cheerio. Brittany was definitely a person who was easy to control and she followed Santana around like a lost puppy.
Maybe that was the type of friendship Santana could worked with. Because, to be honest, Santana really didn't have friendships with anyone else. Sure, she was for the most part pleasant with us Cheerios but I don't think she really considered us her friends. We were all acquaintances to her. Even me. The only person she seemed to truly be friends with was Brittany.
That was the complete opposite to Brittany though. She was practically friends with everyone. Even the glee clubbers, which was pretty much treason to the Cheerios. She didn't see that. Brittany was just friendly to everyone. Helping Kurt with dance moves even though he was at the bottom of the social pyramid. Buying a cupcake for Becky even though she wasn't getting anything out of it. It was just in her nature.
It kind of worried me that Santana was taking advantage of her. Brittany trusted Santana and Santana was good at manipulating people. Was that what was going on?
You might think so. I bet a lot of people did think so. But just like all the last theories that one went out the window. I could pick a situation out of plenty that Santana had become submissive to Brittany, putting her feelings and thoughts aside for Brittany's sake. A person who was just in it for the power wouldn't do that, would they?
I remembered back in middle school when I hadn't really been friends with them. We were in Phys-Ed playing volleyball. We were all split up into two teams and it was nearing the end of the game. The scores were so close. Everyone was getting excited. Santana was on my team while Brittany was on the other team. It was Santana's turned to serve the ball. She was good at Volleyball and I saw the smooth serve heading straight for Brittany. She had done it on purpose so that Brittany would have a chance to hit the ball.
That was a subtle sign of the strong bond the two shared. Instead of going for the win Santana practically passed the ball over the net to Brittney.
Brittany smiled excitedly and moved toward the ball, preparing to hit it back over the net. Just then another girl jumped for the ball. Hard. She shoved Brittany flying across the gym floor. There was a bang followed by a scream that echoed off the gym walls. Everyone froze.
Brittany was curled in a ball on the gym floored, cradling her left arm.
This was when fear took over everyone in the room, even me. Santana's fists curled, her eyes narrowed, landing straight on the girl. The cause of Brittany's pain.
Santana was in front of her in seconds. The girl shook, fear wracking through her body. Everyone in the room knew it was coming. Even the teachers. Santana lashed out. That was what she did. She lashed out on the students. She lashed out on the teachers. She lashed out on the principal. She lashed out on anyone. That was just her...
"You—" Santana's vicious words were cut short by a cry of pain.
"San..." Brittany whimpered, looking up at her with tear-filled eyes. The big, strong, hateful Santana broke right there. No more dominant, protective Santana. She disappeared.
Her legs gave out as she kneeled behind Brittany. "I'm right here, B," she whispered tenderly, pulling Brittany's head into her lap, stroking it comfortingly. "Someone's going to get the nurse right now. It's going to be okay."
Santana had stayed by Brittany's side every second through her pain. Brittany had landed up breaking her arm. That resulted in her not being able to attend cheerleading camp. Santana had refused to go to camp, saying she had to stay home and take care of Brittany. She waited on Brittany's every want and need.
With that event and many others like it I knew that their relationship had nothing to do with control. And it still didn't. I knew if Brittany was hurt Santana would drop everything, even her pride and even her reputation to comfort her.
So, if it wasn't the need for control, the difference in character traits, what was it? What enabled an impossible relationship to work so well?
One day, all my questions were answered. All of the answers were summed up in three words. After years of trying to comprehend, it was all solved in merely three small words.
Brittany and Santana were standing at their lockers and I heard something I'm sure I wasn't supposed to hear. Santana's confession. Her confession that she didn't want any boy, not Sam, not Finn, no one. All she wanted was Brittany. That was when I heard those three words slip through her lips.
"I love you."
All the pieces clicked. Everything seemed to click. Every situation I had seen them in made sense. It wasn't just about the difference in personality, need for control or what they got from each other. It was all of that and so much more. The way their character traits molded perfectly with each other, the way their need for each other surpassed everything else, the way they would become anything for each other whether it was in their nature or not.
Above all of that it was that none of that stuff even mattered when it came down to it. All that mattered was their love for each other. The love was what made their relationship work. Love that didn't just look over every flaw and insecurity but accepted them and embraced them. Or helped each other conquer them if necessary. Love that looked over the hate and prejudices of the world. Love that would fight even though everything seemed like it was against it. Love that ripped down the walls of closed off people like Santana. Love that pieced the world together for flustered people like Brittany.
Finding this out didn't only piece together their relationship for me. It also opened my eyes. I could see what love truly was now... And I knew that was what I wanted. What I needed. A love like Brittany and Santana's.
A/N: Hope you liked it! Leave a review! Let me know what you think.