Spoilers: Duets.

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Brittany's Confession

"Look we need to talk and you should stop avoiding me," Santana demands as she pulls Brittany by the wrist, stopping her from marching straight into her house.

"I'm not avoiding you," Brittany says, turning around and giving Santana a blank look.

"Four days, Britt. Four fucking days of us not talking to each other, and that is not avoiding?" Santana scoffs as she rolls her eyes, slowly letting go of Brittany's wrist, but not before making sure that Brittany won't run away as soon as she lets go.

"Yeah... well, I've just been busy with school... and stuff... and Artie," Brittany explains, still giving Santana a blank look.

"You've broken up with Artie. He told me that," Santana argues.

"Well then, maybe I'm trying to win him back," Brittany says, casually shrugging her shoulders.

"Winning Artie back? Come on, Britt. You can do better than that. You can do better than him."

"What do you care?" Brittany retorts, suddenly snapping out of her blank look and there is a hint of anger in her voice.

"I don't care," Santana is quick to defend herself. "I just... I'm just looking out for you."

"Well, I don't need you looking out for me. I don't want to be putting my hopes on you, only to be crushed down by you again."

"What do you mean?" Santana asks in confusion as she crosses her arms.

"I mean, I was hoping that we could do a duet together, but you outright rejected me," Brittany answers plainly.

"You do realize the meaning behind that song you want us to sing, right?" Santana asks carefully, just to make sure, because she can never know with Brittany.

"Duh, of course I understand," Brittany replies, rolling her eyes.

"And I'm not in lesbian love with you to sing a lesbian love song with you," Santana says as she turns her head slightly away from Brittany.

Brittany sighs. "You're doing it again. You're saying that word again."

"What word?" Santana snaps her head back to look at Brittany.

"That 'love' word. It's only a duet, Santana. Who says anything about love? I know how you feel towards me and about all this friends with benefits thing. And perhaps it's time for you to know how I feel about this too."

Santana takes a deep breath as she exhales out an 'ok', bracing herself for the worst.

"I'm not in love with you either."

It's just a seven simple words.

Seven simple words that Santana never expected from Brittany and she thought that she should be happy hearing it from Brittany. She should feel relieved, but instead, it stung right through her heart.

"Santana?"

"Yeah, I heard you," Santana swallows.

"I was only mad at you because you didn't want to do a duet with me. If you don't like the song that I chose for us, we could always discuss about it and come up with different suggestions. But you didn't even give me a chance and straightaway chose Mercedes to do the duet with. And that song you sang with her is also a love song. I mean, I'm your best friend... and you left me with no choice but sing with Artie."

"So, that's it?" Santana asks, not quite buying the story. "You're only mad at me because I chose to do the duet with Mercedes and not with you?"

"Yeah, that's it. Nobody says anything about love. You're the one who jumped to conclusion about this and made it all complicated, when it could have been very simple and both of us could win and be enjoying our meal at Breadsticks now."

Santana was caught by surprise. She never expected any of that from Brittany.

"I'm sorry... I thought that... I thought..." Santana swallows deeply again as words get caught in her throat. She doesn't know what to say.

"You thought that I'm in love with you?" Brittany chuckles. "Please, Santana. It never once crosses my mind, because as much as I enjoy what we have and do together, I'm not ready to be exclusive with you. Yeah, I always thought that you're hot, but that doesn't amount to be in love with you. I enjoyed to be poly... poly... whatever, as much as you enjoy it."

Santana blinks her eyes a few times, still trying to register what Brittany had told her. "Ok..." she drawls out slowly. "So, we're cool?"

"Yeah, we are," Brittany affirms. "So, you don't have to worry anymore, ok?"

"So, we can go back to how we used to be again?" Santana asks hopefully. Truth to be told, she missed Brittany. And her warm body underneath hers. It's been four days since she had gotten some. Yeah, Puck is already back at school and he had been making some advances on her, but she had rejected all of his advances. Which is a surprise to Puck, and to herself as well.

"Yeah... except that it will be slightly different this time."

"I don't understand."

"We can be just best friends, but not friends with benefits anymore."

"Why the hell not?" Santana exclaims, feeling a bit... hurt? Disappointed?

"I've been hurting my brain doing some thinking, Santana. And I want to change. I don't want to be promiscuous anymore," Brittany explains calmly.

"But I thought you just said you enjoy being in polygamous relationships," Santana retorts.

"Yeah, that was before I realized how much I have hurt Artie," Brittany explains as she winces a little, thinking back of the memories. "I've hurt him so much, Santana. His virginity meant so much to him and I... I've just hurt him so much. I don't think he can deal with it, and I don't think I can hurt anyone anymore."

"Oh, that's bullshit!" Santana argues.

"San, maybe for you, it doesn't mean anything. I know how sex doesn't equal dating to you. But for some people, it means a lot to them. More than you'd like to know," Brittany murmurs quietly as she casts a quick, meaningful glance at Santana.

It was quick, but Santana caught it. Brittany must have sensed that Santana had caught the look in her eyes, so she quickly puts on her signature blank look again. "So now, I don't want to be promiscuous anymore and I want to prove to Artie that the sex with him meant something to me too."

"Does it? Does it mean something to you when you had sex with him?" Santana didn't mean to look and sound so vulnerable when she asked Brittany that question. She hopes Brittany didn't catch the vulnerability in her voice as she puts on an indifferent stance.

"Yeah."

Inwardly, Santana crumbles, but she tries to grasp onto something called faith. Santana, grasping onto faith. She would've slapped herself if she knew she would come to this day. "So, y-you're saying that you've turned a complete one hundred eighty degrees and now suddenly sex means something to you? You've had sex with so many people in your lifetime. None of it ever means anything to you. And now, you've had sex, just one fucking sex with Artie, and it suddenly means something to you? What about all of the sex we had?"

The last part was only meant to stay and be kept locked in her head and hidden in her heart forever, hopefully to be forgotten, so she had no idea how she had blurted the last part out.

Time stands still as Santana gasps as soon as she realizes what she had just blurted out. She lifts a hand to cover her mouth, hoping that Brittany didn't hear the last part.

"... I don't... I don't understand. Do you want them to mean something to you?" Brittany asks in that innocent, naïve voice of hers, and Santana sighs in relief.

"No, it doesn't mean anything."

"But you want it to mean something?"

Santana feels cornered. "No I don't," she manages, catching herself from stuttering, before trying again, this time more convincing, although she is not sure she is trying to convince herself more or Brittany more. "No, it doesn't mean anything and it will never mean anything."

"Ok then. I'm glad we're on the same page, then," Brittany says after a while, breaking into a huge grin. "I'm glad we're back to being best friends again, San. And you'll help me to win Artie back, right?"

"Oh, you've gotta be kidding me," Santana responds angrily. "Not only are you cutting off sex with me, you're now also asking me to help you to win Artie back?"

"It's alright if you don't want to help, I guess," Brittany says thoughtfully. "I can always ask other Glee members to help. But there's one more thing I don't understand. Puck is back now, so it's not like you will be cut off from sex forever... right?" Brittany asks, her voice all light and soft and so full of innocence, her eyes looking at Santana so expectantly and openly and child-like. There is not even a tinge of sarcasm or malice in her voice that Santana feels like strangling herself for feeling like she had been punched in the stomach.

If her heart had been stung by Brittany's seven simple words earlier, or if she had crumbled inwardly when Brittany told her that sex with Artie meant something to her, then this is the one final thing that she could not handle anymore. The innocent simple last sentence from Brittany makes her feel like she had been slapped across her face by her own words. A slap to tell her that her plans of breaking Artie and Brittany up had backfired. A slap to wake her up from her denial. She opens and closes her mouth, not knowing how to say what she wants to say. Not knowing how to form the words perfectly without her sounding so needy and clingy and insecure. Brittany thought she looks like a cute goldfish.

"Well, if there's nothing else, Santana, can I go back to my house now. It's freezing out here."

"Yeah... yeah, sure," Santana mutters quietly, her voice cracking.

"Ok, I'll see you tomorrow at school then. I'm glad everything had worked out between us now." Brittany flashes Santana a sweet smile and Santana watches on as Brittany strides across the lawn and into her house. She stays there for two minutes after the door had been closed, too stunned to call out to Brittany and tell her that everything had not worked out yet. Too stunned to do anything else, before she feels like a creep and an idiot for still standing out there.

Taking in a deep, shaky breath, she drops the tough facade that she didn't realize she had put on before walking away. Brittany being in love with her is Santana's worst fear. Or so she thought it was her worst fear. She thought she should feel happy after this confrontation, but what she feels now is even more confusion and this re-newed feelings that she had fought so hard to repress them and hopefully to never resurface again. For a while, she had won the battle, but now she is not so sure if she had won the war.

A/N: Yeah, this needs to be written, because sad Brittany makes me sad. I kinda want this to be on the show to give Santana a taste of her own medicine, before she realizes she has made a huge mistake and how she is so in love with Brittany. Reviews would make me happy!