Disclaimer: *checks bindle containing all of my worldly possessions* Nope, I don't own Glee.
Brittany was beginning to worry. She hadn't seen Santana at all yet today, her best friend hadn't been waiting by their lockers in the morning or between their morning classes. As she walked into her 3rd period chemistry class, however, she had hope. It was the first class that they shared today. She wanted to talk to her about Artie spontaneously singing to her 1st period or about what they were going to do after prom. But most of all, she just wanted to see the girl to reassure herself that everything was okay between them.
Her hopes were quickly dashed when she realized her fellow former cheerio wasn't sitting at their normal lab table towards the back. In fact, Santana wasn't in class at all yet. Brittany took her seat with a frown and pulled a notebook out of her backpack patiently waiting for her friend to arrive.
Engrossed in making small doodles of ducks and possible questions to ask Lord Tubbington and Chairty on her next Fondue for Two, she didn't notice when Two individuals sat in the seats on either side of her. Nor did she notice that the two individuals were Kurt and Mercedes, and not Santana, that is, until the late bell rang and she looked up to see that Santana was still nowhere to be found.
She turned to her side to ask Kurt if he'd seen Santana today, but as she leaned over she realized Kurt wasn't even supposed to be in this class. Neither was Mercedes. Confused, the blonde looked down at her notebook as the chemistry teacher began the day's lesson. Where was Santana?
"Ms. Lopez, you're late."
Her chemistry teacher's voice caught her attention and Brittany's head snapped up, her eyes finding her best friend standing awkwardly in the front of the class.
"Yeah. Sorry about that Mrs. Fraser, but I have something I need to say." Santana spared the instructor only a glance before facing her classmates and staring intently at her blonde haired best friend.
"Ms. Lopez, we don't have time to indulge–"
"Brittany, you're my best friend" Santana began despite her teacher's disapproval. "And I know that I haven't been very good at being a friend lately, but I want to make it up to you. Because I've been thinking a lot about what you said, and you're right. I need to be honest with myself about who I am. And I need to be honest with everyone else too. But most importantly I need to be honest with you."
"Brittany Peirce," Santana paused looking down for a second and taking a deep breath before looking back up and staring directly into the depths of Brittany's blue eyes. "I love you. I'm…in love with you. And I can say that now, in front of everyone. Because you've inspired me and you've given me courage. So every word in this song is gonna be about–"
"You, you." Brittany looked to either side of her as Mercedes and Kurt softly began to chant in harmony. She was shocked, but was even more surprised when Santana began to sing as her two fellow glee members continued to sing in the background.
Got me thanking God for you
Got me telling my mama and my friends all about you
And my daydreams of…
Touching…
Holding…
Kissing…
As I'm sweaty with you
Came right on time
Every word in this song…
Kurt and Mercedes began singing the chorus as Santana moved towards her best friend singing the ad libs. Brittany's face flushed as she looked around the room. Some of her classmates were smiling in encouragement, others look confused. A few students who had been in her Home Ec. class 1st period looked amused that this was happening to the bubbly blonde for a second time today.
(Girl, every word in this song's gonna be about you)
Every word in this song's gon' be about you
(Girl, every word in this song's gonna be about you)
My love for you…
(Girl, every word in this song's gonna be about you)
Every word, every word
(Girl, every word in this song's gonna be about you)
Is gonna be about you. You baby…
Santana finishes softly coming to a stop in front of Brittany. She gave her friend a beautiful smile as she leaned down and took the girl's hand.
"See, I did it for you. I want you. I want to be with you. I know Artie already asked, but I was hoping… You know, maybe…" She exhaled nervously. "Will you go to prom with me?"
A silence fell over the room as everyone waited with bated breath for the blonde's response.
"No."
Kurt let out a disgruntled huff, while Mercedes jumped to her feet with a 'oh, hell to the no!' But Santana just looked broken. She quickly began channeling her sudden overwhelming sadness into a bitter rage.
"What do you mean 'No'? You wanted me to come out and I did. Why won't you go to prom with me?"
"I'm so proud of you, San." Brittany beamed. "Really I am. But I've realized that you need time to come to terms with everything. And I need time to work on myself too. So I'm gonna go to prom by myself and dance with other people's dates. "
The class remained silent. Santana was speechless. She had been so sure that his would work that she hadn't prepared herself at all for the possibility that it wouldn't.
"Ms. Lopez. If it's okay with you, may I continue with the lesson?" Mrs. Fraser's sarcasm broke the uncomfortable silence.
Santana just nodded as she sat down in a random seat staring at the lab table in front of her blankly.
"And Mr. Hummel, Ms. Jones. I believe you have your own classes to attend?" Mrs. Fraser looked at the two students pointedly. They looked worriedly at Santana, who had yet to look up from her staring competition with the table, before collecting their things and exiting the classroom.
A/N: The song in this chapter is "You" by Raheem Devaughn. You can check the song out here: .com/watch?v=GD9-RnX2gQQ