This was written super quickly. Be warned.
Also: takes place during Rumors.
"I don't get it," Brittany said, walking up to Santana after Jacob Ben-Israel left with his recording device.
"Get what?"
"I saw you sitting out in the audience wearing the shirt I made you when we sang Born This Way." Brittany answered.
"So?" Santana crossed her arms.
"So, how can you wear that shirt and still date Korofsky? How can you sing about loving me and still date him?"
Santana didn't answer and Brittany looked down at the ground, her blonde hair flowing over the sides of her face.
"Maybe Artie's right. Maybe I am stupid."
Santana's features softened. "Don't say that, Britt. It's not true."
"I feel like it is. I mean, Artie and I broke up, my web show isn't getting views anymore, and I can't even have you. If I was smart, I could fix all of this."
"Brittany, you are smart, okay? Artie had no right to say what he said to you."
Brittany looked down at the ground again, rolling back onto her heels. She spoke in a quiet voice: "I don't even have a date to prom.
Santana frowned, shifting her eyes across the hallway.
"Why didn't you come to my show?" Brittany asked in that same, quiet voice.
"I told you...I couldn't." Santana averted her gaze from Brittany's as she answered, instead looking at more people in the hallway as a distraction.
The bell rang at the students Santana was staring at scattered out of the hall and into various classrooms. She sighed, and looked back over at the girl in front of her.
Brittany's bottom lip jutted out and she wore a forlorn expression on her face. Before walking to her next class, she muttered, "Maybe I'm not the stupid one after all."
I'm not sure how I feel about this. I mean, obviously I liked the idea enough to write it out, but I'm not sure how I like the projection of it. Y'know what I mean?