"Faggot!"

"Hey, Lezbo!"

Santana hid her face as she rushed down the hall after school, Brittany by her side.

"You're perfect, Santana. Don't listen to them", Brittany said.

"God, I'm just so sick of it", Santana told her. "I knew this would happen! I knew it!" she said, letting the anger rush out. "Why do they have to be so mean about it?" They rounded a corner out of the building and walked towards Brittany's car.

"They'll get over it, Santana. It just takes time."

"It's been 3 months, Britt. They're not getting over it." Santana wiped a tear from her eye and took a deep breath in to stop herself from breaking down into tears. Lately, all she seemed to do was cry.

Brittany took her hand but Santana pulled away. Brittany's face fell as she looked over to Santana, who looked towards the ground, biting her lip.

"Santana," Brittany stopped and grabbed Santana so she was facing her. "I love you. And that's all that matters. Who cares what anyone else thinks?"

"I do!" Santana retorted. "I care, because it makes me so mad and so sad that people are so stupid and so damn ignorant! Do they care what they're doing to me? No! They don't! Britt, I love you, okay. I love you SO much, and you're the only reason I've been able to do any of this. But…" she shook her head, trying to find the right words. "I just can't anymore. I can't even remember the last time I laughed. To be honest, I don't even want to." She looked towards the ground again, her face trembling.

"What are you saying, Santana?"

"I don't know."

"Don't lie to me, Santana."

"I'm not."

"Santana-"

"Just- just leave me alone, okay?"

As Santana walked off, Brittany watched her, wishing there was something she could do; something she could say. Instead she stood in silence in the car park and watched the girl she loved walk away.