A/N This is a re-upload because it was removed, I had to change it to 3rd person, and I don't think it seems as good. Therefore there might be a few mistakes. Sorry. :( Thanks to those who followed and reviewed the first time round and the second part I had started should be up soon-ish? Anyway. Please review. Much love.
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Surprise
She smooths down her long blonde hair as she gets off her bike and takes off her helmet, ignoring the glances from the horny college boys around her. Her room mate said this was the go to place for the students here, and she really hopes she finds her. It's been what? 2 weeks since she saw her last? Sam is just being annoying with his impressions and his clingy-ness and his pretending not to care that Mercedes seems to have moved on. Brittany misses her so much. So what better than to surprise her with a visit. She stretches herself out as she looks around the parking lot. She spots her car in a nearby space and smirks to herself, she's definitely here, she thinks happily as she skips her way over to the cafe. The parking lot is round the back of the building and as she makes her way round she sees something that catches her eye and makes her glance into the window.
It's Santana. She's pulling that cute scrunchy face smile and Brittany can tell by the way her body is shaking that she's giggling. She's so adorable, Brittany smiles and walks closer to the window when suddenly her heart stops beating. Santana's with another girl.
She's good looking, Brittany will admit that much. I mean come on. The blonde has eyes, on a Puckerman scale of 1 to 10 in hotness that girl's at least a 9. (Santana's an 11 Britt thinks as she sees her smile again). She's brunette, a lighter brown than Santana, but a lot darker than her own bright blonde. They're both wearing the Cardinals cheer uniform as they sit together at a booth. (Could they get any damn closer?). Britt watches as the other girl leans in close to Santana and whispers something in her ear which makes her throw her head back in laughter. They're probably just friends, she tell herself as she watched the scene unfold.
But she has a perfect view from here, she can see under the table and as she watches Other girls hand trail up Santanas thigh and stopping just short of the hem of her skirt, drawing intricate patterns on the inside of her leg, Brittany knows that it isn't true. Her heart drops they stare into each others eyes and gaze happily at one another. (She knows that look, and it pains her that someone else is receiving it). She watches as Other Girl glances at her phone and she can make out the words 'Shit, I gotta go.' on her lips. She stands and Britt watches as dorky Santana appears. She stands abruptly and knocks the table, causing the plates and glasses to shake, she sees the panic in Santanas eyes as she goes to steady it, and the blush that warms her cheeks in embarrassment. Brittany chuckles quietly to herself, watching the girl she loves. But that soon fades when she sees Other Girl giggle and pull Santanas hand gently, pulling her out of the booth and into a tight hug. She watches as both girls pull away and Other Girl presses a soft kiss to Santanas cheek, before winking and walking away with a smile on her face.
Brittany feels like she's been stabbed in the stomach when she sees that Santana has a goofy grin on her face, her hand gently touching the spot Other Girl kissed, as she twirls and sits back down, the grin never leaving her face as she looks for her phone. She can't stand to be here anymore. She pulls away from the window and goes to leave. But stops before she can get far. It hurts too much.
She leans her head against the wall and cries, the hot tears streaming down her pale cheeks as sobs wrack her thin frame. She covers her face with her hands, trying to force the pain in her chest away, trying to forget what she saw, trying to pretend that she's okay. Cos she's not. She really, really is not okay. Her body slinks down the wall as her tears subside and she sits on the ground, resting her arms on her knees and letting her head drop forward so she looks towards the ground. She tries to tell herself that it's good that Santana's moved on, that she's found someone new. Because Brittany did. She did it barely a month after she broke up with her. (This is not an official break-up) It's good that she's happy now. She's with someone mature and more suitable for her. A woman. Not a kid. Someone who can actually graduate and doesn't believe in unicorns and magic combs and all those childish notions Brittany believes in. (You're a genius Brittany). She tries to tell herself that she isn't in love with her anymore. That she is with Sam and he makes her happy. Happier than anyone.
But she can't because that would be lying. The truth is she feels as though her heart is attempting to wrench itself from her chest, she feels anger and jealousy and even rage towards Other Girl, the girl that dared to touch Britts girl. Britts Santana. Only, she's not Britts anymore. She's happy and Brittany should be too. (I'm yours, proudly so.)
She hears Santanas giggle float through the air and she glances up to see her walking round the other side of the small cafe biting her lip and grinning at her phone. A gleam in her eye that was reserved just for Brittany. Or at least it used to be just for her. It's a shine of happiness, of feelings for someone. Whoever she's talking to on there obviously makes her happy, so she stops herself from running over to Santana and holding her, as much as every bone in her body is telling you to. Instead she stands and pushed herself further into the coarse brick wall, as though she's trying to merge into it, and she watches her walk across the lot from her place around the corner. Santana stops and stands still by her car, her thumbs moving rapidly across the screen of her iPhone, replying to that someone. Probably the girl she was sitting with. She giggles lightly again and puts it into her bag glancing around, when she looks Brittanys way she ducks back behind the corner. Chancing another look she peeks round and watches as she gets into her car, reverses from the space and drives away. She watches her car go up the main road and she stares until it isn't even in sight anymore. She sighs heavily and kicks the floor with the cap of her riding boots and drags her feet as she walks slowly over to her bike, putting on her helmet and mounting it, trying her hardest to ignore the heartbreak which seems to fill her entire body. She starts the long drive back to Lima, the pain weighing on her shoulders the whole way home. The deafening roar of the engine doing little to drown out her thoughts.
She wishes she'd never come.
(I'll always love you the most).