This is AU, Quinn is still in the club, but she's punk and Santana never got kicked out.
I lay on top of my best friend with benefits, Brittany Pearce. We were both in our Cheerios uniforms, our hair still pulled into those super tight ponytails. Usually I took my hair out of the ponytail when I got home, since it pulled my scalp and gave me headaches, but tonight we had Brittany had something a little different on our minds. Brittany had come to my house first thing instead of going home and getting a snack first, since tonight my mom was coming home at five o'clock, which meant me and Brittany would only have a little under an hour and a half to fool around. "Today was crazy," Brittany told me, groaning as I kissed her neck. "You were super hot when we did 'We Got The Beat.'"
"You too," I told her. "Especially when you were lying on the table. I'm definitely going to go to Jacob's blog and watch it... over and over again, and when you're not with me, I'll get myself off and imagine you eating me out while I watch you squirm on the table."
"San, I have to talk to you." Brittany pulled away from me.
"What is it?" I asked, sitting up, slightly annoyed.
"I... I think I love you."
"Excuse me?"
"We're best friends, we have been for ages. But I feel like it's more than that." Brittany searched my panic-stricken face. "Please tell me you feel the same way. Please!"
"Brittany, you know I don't love you, we're not dating, we're just best friends with benefits. We've been making out and doing it since the eighth grade, but I thought you knew that I was just doing it so that guys wouldn't think I was a fire breathing dragon when we made out and that I had never experienced an orgasm in my life when we have sex. I thought you knew that!"
"I did, S, but I guess I... just fell in love with you along the way." I climbed off of Britt.
"I think you need to leave," I told her flatly.
"But..."
"Go!"
Brittany began crying, but she jumped up and ran out. I collapsed on my bed, sobbing.
"Hey, freak." Becky looked up from her locker, which she was taking some binders out of.
"What do you want?" she asked.
"I want you to just agree to step down as co-captain and just be a normal Cheerio, and nobody gets hurt."
"No way."
"Excuse me? Because I'm pretty sure you just said no, and nobody says no to Santana Lopez. It's, like, a law or something."
"You mean Santana Hopez. And the only one who's gonna get hurt if she doesn't step down as co-captain is you, Sandbags," Becky spat out.
"That's it!" I growled as I pushed Becky against the lockers. She tried to reach out and push me away, but every time she tried, I twisted her arm. I pinned her against the lockers and pulled her short blond hair.
"S, what are you doing?" I looked up. Brittany was standing there, tears streaming down her face. She looked upset. "Leave Becky alone. She hasn't done anything to you. Why are you so mean?" She reached out, grabbing Becky's arm, and the two walked down the hallway. I decided to just ditch second period and hang out somewhere I wasn't supposed to be. I walked to the girls' locker room, sinking to the dirty tile floor. I missed her. I missed Brittany, and I couldn't believe I never realized that before. But how could I tell her?
I looked up, seeing Puck. "What are you doing in here?" I asked, trying to wipe away my tears before he saw them.
"Puhlease." He shrugged. "I always sneak into the shower area and watch all the hot girls get dressed for gym class, but then I saw you crying. What's wrong?"
"It's nothing."
"Tell me." He sat on the floor next to me.
"You have to promise not to tell anybody."
"I promise."
"I think I love her."
"I know."
"What?"
"S, it's pretty obvious. The way you always stare longingly at her, and you never have real relationships with guys, just sexual ones."
"What should I do?"
"Go for it. Britt is pretty torn up right now. She needs you."
I jumped up. "Good, we have Glee practice now." I turned and ran out of the locker room, all the way to the choir room. Brittany was sitting in a chair, and there was an empty one beside her, but when I walked in, Brittany put her bag on the chair so that I couldn't sit there. Instead, I sat next to Quinn, who was taking a drag off a cigarette.
"You better put that out before Mr. Schue comes," I advised her as a puff of smoke went out of her mouth. "You'll probably get suspended, if not expelled, if Schue sees it." Quinn rolled her eyes, but she quickly put it out.
"Alright, guys," Mr. Schue said, coming into the choir room. "Now, I was thinking..."
"Mr. Schue, if I may?" I asked, raising my hand. "I have a confession to make." I got up and walked to the front of the room. "I have a confession to make. And my confession is... I'm a lesbian. I'm in love with Brittany." Brittany smiled as I walked over to her, extending my hand. She took it and allowed me to help her up. "We... well, we've been making out and doing it since the eighth grade, but I convinced myself we were just playing, just best friends with benefits, and we were just doing it so we could get practice so when we were with a guy we had experience, but even though I didn't want to admit it, a little part of me always knew that I was in love with her." Brittany smiled as I pecked her lips. "But could you guys please not tell anyone else?" I asked. "I'm not... ready for anyone else to know yet."
"Of course," Puck said, nodding.
"We don't care what the two of you are, we love you just the same," Mercedes told us, and I laughed, crying even harder still as Brittany wrapped her arms around me and kissed me again. Little did I know someone was at the door.
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