AN: Hi guys! This is my first try at Brittana, and I know that there's a lot of Klaine chilling in this story. Sorry. It could just be an angsty little snippet of a scene, or I could make it into a chaptered story, which I'd kinda like to do. I'm not sure yet.

Any crit, any review, anything at all is so appreciated, as always. You all are amazing. Thanks even for reading this far. :)

Disclaimer: I'm not R, I, or B. I don't own a thing, characters or plot or Lima Bean. And I'm not making any money off this.

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"So- why aren't you with Brittany yet?" Kurt asked her one day, sitting at the Lima Bean with his boyfriend and her 'boyfriend', flashing her a smile that was somehow sweet, worried, and reprimanding all at the same time.

And boy, had that stopped her in her tracks.

Until he'd said that, they'd been harmlessly chatting about Nationals- the competition, the trip to New York that was agonizingly soon, their weaknesses, and their advantages. But Kurt had noticed the little flinch she couldn't hide, and how she froze after the flinch, the way she stopped breathing the second someone mentioned her Brittany.

Not yours. She had to remind herself, as she did far too often these days. It had been hard enough when Britt was with Wheely McFour-Eyes, but now that those two were over, she just- she couldn't accept it.

Her familiar defensive layer kicked in as she answered the question with another question. "What makes you think I'm gonna be with Brittany?"

"Darling, we all see how you look at her." Blaine joined in, reaching out to grasp her hand, his eyes warm and comforting. His head was tilted to the side and his eyebrows gigantic eyebrows were raised and the slight smile on his face clearly said Come on, Santana. Just own up. You're not fooling anyone.

Dave was looking at her like she was a puzzle, and a piece had just dropped into place. A piece that he hadn't expected. "Wait, Brittany?" He asked. He looked over his shoulders, checking to make sure no one from their school was in earshot before he lowered his voice and continued. "Cheerios Brittany?"

"Yeah, what other Brittany is there?" Santana snapped with a spectacular roll of her eyes. Mentioning the Cheerios was low. It brought to mind the image of Britt in that short skirt, her legs so long and soft, her body so perfect. She hadn't appreciated that when she had the chance.

"There's like four at this school."

"Well how was I supposed to know that, ladyface?"

"It's Porcelain now." Kurt replied with a very refined sip of his coffee.

"So you and Brittany didn't just make out to get guys hot?" Dave asked, catching up.

"Yeah no shit." There was no use trying to pretend otherwise with Kurt and Blaine in front of her. (And what should they call these two, she wondered. She and Dave were clearly Save. But Klaine? Or Blurt? That was a tricky one.) Dave didn't really talk about boys with her. And she didn't talk about girls. In fact, they didn't really do a lot of talking. They just found bullies and kicked their asses together.

Kicked their asses with words, of course.

Slash them with your vicious, vicious words.

Yeah, maybe Britt was her inspiration, the reason she started the Bully Whips. And Kurt and Blaine were just too damn perceptive not to see what was going on in her head. How did it take Kurt this long to get on this boy?

"You might as well just start talking about it." Kurt told her, licking the whipped cream off his straw absentmindedly.

"Maybe we could give you a little advice." Blaine suggested.

"After all, I happen to be an expert on seducing best friends." Kurt added.

"Oh are you now?" Blaine asked with a smirk. "I was under the impression that your bird died, not that you seduced me. So unless you killed Pav for the cause..."

Kurt gasped.

"That's what I thought."

The rest of the table smiled, amused by the banter. But Santana sat there, feeling weighted.

"But Britt isn't my best friend anymore. We don't really talk."

"And why is that?" Dave asked. It wasn't a question he didn't know the answer to, but it was a question she'd been trying to ignore for a while now. One she probably needed to face. She closed her eyes. Maybe it would go away if she pretended it wasn't there.

"Santana." Kurt said, interrupting her evasive maneuvers.

"I said I would go to prom with her, alright?" She snapped. "She was going to ask me out on her talk show on youtube. And I was going to say yes," The regret filled her, exactly the thing she'd been trying to avoid. It was this ache, but it also stabbed into her chest. Breathing was hard. She made this for herself. "But I was scared," She admitted. "I've been so scared. I stood her up and I went to prom with Dave."

And there it was. The latest reason in a long line of reasons that her life was so different from how she wanted it to be.

"You need to apologize to her." Blaine said softly, but firmly.

"I can't do that." She responded. Wow, even to the outside world she sounded broken.

"Why not?" Kurt asked.

"Because I can't! Because she'd never- she shouldn't have to-" Santana stumbled over the words, not knowing what she was saying. "-because I don't deserve to be forgiven. Again."

"Of course you do." Dave said quietly. And Kurt and Blaine just nodded seriously.

"It's not that easy. I just- I can't."

"If Kurt can forgive me for what I did to him-" Dave's voice choked up a little, and Santana was struck by what a different person he'd become, what he'd let out, what he'd shed. "-then Brittany can forgive you for what you did to her."

"And even if she doesn't-" Blaine started, and her insides felt like they were submerged in ice water. "-it isn't about you, in the end. It's about doing what's right by her."

"If I never say anything to her she'll never reject me."

"But you'll never have her either." Kurt pointed out.

God, that thought hurt.