A/N: Based off of a prompt from Tumblr, so this is what I cam up with for "Brittana comfort".

This will be multiple chapters, so if you have something that you'd like to see happen, by all means comment or message me and I'd be happy to include it (as long as it isn't too absurd).

Enjoy!

The next day everyone was back in the choir room, happier than ever. The glee club managed to raise enough money to send Brittany, Artie, Tina and Mike to Detroit and they even won. Everyone was happy, except for Santana, but not for the usual -why the hell is Brittany into Artie- reason, but because she was in total disbelief. Mr. Schuester basically called Brittany stupid in front of the entire New Directions and no one, not even McCripples defended her.

She would've said something, had she not been so terrified of people jumping to conclusions. Sure, she'd defended her before, but that's when they were inseparable and both single, but now things were different. Brittany was with Artie, her boyfriend and aren't boyfriends supposed to be chivalrous or some shit like that?

Whatever, Santana knew she had to do something about it and she had to do it soon.

Once glee club -which had mostly been filled with Mr. Schue crying on the inside- was over, Santana made her move. If she wasn't going to be with Brittany, she was going to make sure that that stupid kid, that Brittany called her boyfriend, knew how to treat that blonde goddess right.

Santana made sure that Artie was alone, before cornering him at the end of the hallway.

"Are you fucking stupid or something?" Santana hissed at him, pushing his wheelchair against a row of lockers.

"What the hell are you talking about? Let me go!" He yelled back, trying to wheel his way out of the situation.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about!" She spat back, looking him dead in the eye. He gave her a confused look, before she continued. "You have no idea how lucky you are to have Britt as your girlfriend and you don't even have the decency to defend her?"

"Defend her from what?" Artie replied, clearly clueless to how she'd been treated before.

"Do you just let everyone insult her and say nothing?" She said, pointing straight at his face.

"Who insulted her?" He asked innocently.

"Okay… So you are stupid." She returned, almost at a loss for words. "Brittany is not stupid, okay? In fact, she's probably the most brilliant person I've ever met. Sure, she may not be book smart, but the way her mind works in so many incredible ways is amazing." Realizing she was starting to ramble, she quickly turned it back to the kid in front of her. "So as her boyfriend, you're supposed to defend her and since your physical abilities are limited to thumb wrestling, you should do everything you can to defend her when it comes to ass holes calling her names… You got it?"

"Fine, I will! I promise!" He was clearly starting to panic with Santana still pinning him to the lockers. "Just please… please let me go!" He added, nearly in tears.

Santana removed her hands from his chair and backed up. He sped away immediately, nearly slamming into a few lockers as he did.

"I hope you learned your lesson!" Santana yelled down the hall at Artie who was nearing the opposite end. "Cause I'll be watching." Santana finished, before she turned to walk out to the student parking lot.

Brittany had the same after school routine everyday, so Santana knew she would find her out there by her car. She walked out the doors in a completely different attitude then she'd had only a minute earlier.

Hands in her jean's pockets, shoulders slumped and head down, Santana made her way over to her (former?) best friend.

"Hey." Santana mumbled, only a few feet away from the blonde girl.

Brittany hadn't expected to see anyone, never mind actually have anyone come over to talk to her, so the gentle voice made her jump a little.

"Hi." She managed to return once she saw who it was. "What are you still doing here? Glee club ended, like, ten minutes ago."

"I just wanted to see if you were okay?" Santana replied honestly.

"Why wouldn't I be?" Brittany crossed her arms in a defensive stance, as if she were hiding something.

"I don't know…" Santana looked down at her feet as if they held the answer. "You just seemed kind of… sad today."

"I'm fine." Brittany defended.

Santana and Brittany had always been close and that closeness had given them what could only be described as a sixth sense. They both had the ability to tell when the other were sad or hiding something. So today, when she'd appeared so happy to everyone else, Santana knew that she wasn't and even though their relationship had been strained since her confession, she wasn't going to just let her suffer.

"Come on Britt, you know I can tell when something's wrong." Santana returned, looking up into beautiful blue eyes.

"Well if you're so smart, why don't you just tell me what's wrong?" Brittany returned the look Santana was giving her, but with obvious intensity.

Santana didn't want to, but she knew it'd probably be the only way Brittany would open up to her. So she did what she was asked.

"The other day… when everyone found out about the decathlon thing… and Mr. Schue made that comment about understanding why Mike, Tina and Artie were in it… but not you." Santana managed to reply; stopping several times to make sure Brittany was on the same page.

"I didn't even hear him say that." Brittany lied.

"Britt… I know you heard him because I saw the look on your face… and I know that it gets to you when people say things like that about y-" Brittany jumped in once she'd heard enough.

"You don't know how my brain works." She shot back, taking a step forward.

"You're right, I don't… but I do know you and I know how easily you get hurt."

"I can stand up for myself." Brittany grumbled, bowing down her head, just like Santana had just a moment before.

"I never said you couldn't." Santana took a step forward like Brittany had, but only in a more gentle way. Before she reached out to lift Brittany's chin, so they made eye contact once again. The taller girl didn't resist, instead she look through her slightly damp eyes, into Santana's. "You're probably one of the strongest people I know… and not just in muscles." Santana chuckled using her free hand to rub Brittany's bicep.

"Whenever I was sad in the past, you were there for me." Santana slowly inched closer. "When Sue used to call either of us names, you were always quick to defend either of our reputations. Even if it meant you'd be at the bottom of the pyramid and running laps for the entire practice." Santana slid her hand down from Brittany's bicep to find her hand. "You're strong, smart, talented… and absolutely beautiful." Santana was only a few inches from Brittany, when she managed to say the last part.

Brittany removed her hand from Santana's and enveloped her in a full hug. "You're all of those things too, you know?" She whispered into the brunette's ear.

Santana knew one of those adjectives didn't really apply to her, but she couldn't manage to say anything. Instead she just held Brittany tighter, trying to get everything out of this hug that she could.

It lasted a moment or two, but eventually they broke out of the hug and just stood there, eyes locked, hands intertwined and with at least Santana still flooded with emotions.

"You're still my best friend, you know?" Brittany eventually broke the silence.

"I know." Santana said, as a few tears trickled down her cheeks.

"Oh San, please don't cry." Brittany removed her right hand from Santana's to wipe away the droplets. "We'll always be friends… nothing could ever change that."

"I know, it's just… there are so many things going on in my head right now and… and I just don't know what to do anymore." Santana managed to say through a few light sobs.

"Just go with your heart." Brittany tried to reassure her, not realizing that most of these 'things' that were in Santana's head, were actually thoughts and feelings about her.

"I wish I could… I really wish I could." Santana mumbled under her breath, not loud enough for Brittany to hear. So she just nodded at her best friend instead.

They stood there for a few more moments, as Brittany continued to wipe away each tear that Santana shed, before her eyes were left dry. Once she realized Santana was finished, she took her hand again and bent down slightly to get a good look at her eyes.

"There." Brittany once again broke the silence. "Do you need a ride home?" She asked gently.

"No, it's okay. My car's just over there." Santana pointed over towards the high-end car her father had bought her for her seventeenth birthday.

"Alright… well we should both get going then." Brittany made sure Santana was okay with that, before continuing. "I'll see you on Monday?"

"Yeah." Santana answered, giving her a few nods.

"Okay, I'll see you then." Brittany gave her best friend another hug, before saying goodbye and turning back towards her car.

Santana turned away as well and took a few steps before she heard her best friend say something and turned around at the sound.

"You're the best friend anyone could ever ask for." Brittany said, peaking out from the side of her car.

"You too." Santana replied, not knowing what else to say, she just gave her a sweet smile and turned back to the direction she was walking before.

She should've appreciated what Brittany said and of course it meant something to her, but she couldn't help but wish there had been a four-letter word attached to the beginning of "friend".

The best girlfriend is what she wanted to be, but with Artie still there, she had little to no chance.