"Santana, I'm sorry," she began in an almost pitiful voice while leaning next to the locker near mine. Despite the sincerity in her voice, I just rolled my eyes at her.
"Whatever. I'll just stay with Sam; you can stay with the cripple. We keep out thing going and it's just like it was before." Even though I was an amazing liar for some reason I just couldn't look into those blue eyes of hers that were quivering slightly with tears when I said it. Not that that or the slight tightness in my stomach meant anything.
"Does Sam know?" questioned Brittany. "Like, even though it isn't cheating?"
"Trouty mouth is too dense to figure it out. Not my problem." The last three words out of my mouth sounded a little more bitter than I intended. "I wear the pants in our relationship."
"I always find that the best relationships are the ones with no pants." Brittany then flashed me one of her cute smiles…and a small part of me hated her for it. Despite that though, I laughed.
"You know it's true, babe," I replied, some of my anger toward her melting away. Part of my lungs still felt like there was a match burning up some of my air, but…I wasn't thoroughly pissed at her anymore.
"So we're good now?" Brittany asked with a slight tremble in her voice.
"Yeah, we're fine," I lied, the burning in my lungs spreading to the rest of my chest. I'd fake my way through this. It didn't matter what she did… I didn't care.
"Alright, what kind of songs are we going to do this week?" Mr. Schue started out. It was so…typical it was almost annoying. Now I knew exactly what was going to happen that whiny, little…
"Mr. Schue, if I may…" Right on time. Rachel Berry, as usual began taking over Glee club. Something about another round of love songs, probably just so she could try getting into Finn's pants. Not that he was that fun in bed…
"Do we have to do love songs?" Eyes swiveled toward me, the irritation in my voice clearly cutting through the air.
"What do you have against love songs?" asked Mercedes of all people, you know, probably the most single of us in glee club. So much for anyone being on my side. Stupid bitch… first she steals away Puck, now she's siding with Rachel.
"Nothing." I focused so my expression would only harden. No need to show these idiots the real reason I didn't want to sing love songs, not that there really was one. I was just sick of these people believing in true love. It doesn't exist and they need to learn that. My eyes flickered toward Brittany, who was looking down in her lap, somewhat resembling a guilty puppy that just ate half a shoe. And then that stupid guy kept glancing at her through his freaking glasses, looking worried. …Idiot…
"We just keep doing these dumbass love songs and they're all about the same freaking thing." A brief silence followed while I just smirked at the idiots. Seriously, how many times do we have to deal with the fact that we do the same damn thing every year? I'm not the brightest person in this club, and if I realize something before everyone else, there's a freaking problem.
"I think Santana has a point…" Sam grumbled, probably just to agree with me but what the hell, he at least learned that much in the few weeks we've been together: do not mess with me.
A few murmurs rippled throughout the others before Mr. Schue spoke up. "We have done a lot of love songs. Does anyone have an idea for something different?"
Rachel glared in my direction and crossed her arms. Like that would have any effect. She might as well have been a sheep staring down a wolf.
"What if we did something like….anti-love songs?" suggested Mercedes. I wasn't quite sure what the hell she was talking about, but whatever it was, it had to be better than Berry 's idea
"What's an anti-love song?" Finn asked, his voice maintaining the dumb as a brick voice he usually had about….most things. He was so lucky he was a little cute…
"Songs against love," I replied. "Pretty much exactly what it says on the tin."
"Do we really need to promote that much bitterness though?" asked Rachel, her eye flickering towards Finn and Quinn.
"I don't really think it matters. We practically caused a riot with some of our songs. If Brittany and I can throw up in front of the damn school while we're all practically wasted and we get away with it, we're freaking golden," I replied with extra snarkiness added to my voice. This was the one time I was going to fight for something that diva Mercedes suggested.
The rest of the club just stared at me with mild confusion, probably due to the fact that I was agreeing with someone. Well, if I was agreeing with Brittany they'd be totally fine with that, but...things were different between us. That was becoming more painfully obvious to me than it was before...
I quickly blinked away the thoughts of...her and went back to glaring at the Glee club. "What? I just think it's a good idea, even if Mercedes thought of it. Now stop staring at me." I began looking toward Mr. Schue. "So are we doing it?"
Mr. Schuester shook his at the swear word and the bitter tinge to my voice, but I didn't really give a damn. I'm pretty sure I've said worse things. "I don't see why we shouldn't do it. It's something a little different at least."
"But Mr. Schue…anti-love songs aren't…really…a good representation of Glee club…"
"Stop disagreeing with me just to freakin' disagree," I snapped to her.
"It could be a good emotional thing," replied Brittany , the intelligence in her voice foreign to most of our ears. "Like, not all of the songs have to be whiny. Anti-love songs can be just as emotional as love songs."
"…did you really just come up with that?" The expression on Mr. Schue's face mimicked the thoughts going through all of our heads. What in the hell just happened?
Brittany just nodded and her eyes flashed toward me like lightning, only for a brief second, not long enough for anyone else to notice the look we shared. Her eyes focused back on and I half wondered if I imagined the moment. "I think that we can find songs that fit us, get the emotion in. That's why Vocal Adrenaline was afraid of us last year…"
The same dumbfounded expression plastered itself on everyone's face once more. First sign of the world actually ending in 2012, here we go….
"I think that makes sense," Sam replied, his eyes glancing toward Quinn. God, was anyone in the school actually in a happy relationship? Besides, big mouth was mine, he shouldn't even be thinking about Quinn. Stupid bastard… A small laugh snapped my attention away from my jealous tendencies.
Brittany smiled and laughed at something Artie was whispering in her ear. For a moment the both of them looked…happy. I guess there was one relationship in this school that wasn't fucked up….for now.
"So we're doing anti-love songs, right?" The sharpness in my voice was enough to cut through everyone's thoughts, their attention snapping back at me.
"Yes, Santana," Mr. Schue said with a mild annoyed sigh. "We're doing anti-love songs.
My eyes burned while I looked back at Artie and Brittany smiling at each other. Fucking A.
"Hey…are you okay?" Sam said, nudging me. I almost forgot he was even by me.
"Fine," I replied, a sharpness to my voice. Looking back at him, I was reminded how I destroyed his relationship with Quinn. Granted those two dumbasses made it easy as hell, but… if I managed to ruin that, why couldn't I ruin Brittany and the cripple?
"I'm just fine." With a smirk I kissed him, half- hoping that Brittany would glance over at us. Even if she didn't, I knew that one way or another, this was going to work for me. I'd make damn sure of it.