A/N: I dedicate this to my real life Santana. Chellebelle I love you like a sister and I'll gladly be your Brittany always 3
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. I just obsess it!
Santana opened the locker room door, "Brittany?"
Nothing. She looked around where she would usually find her best friend, but Brittany seemed to have disappeared and Coach Sylvester was furious. It wasn't like Britt to be late to Cheerios practice- it was the only thing her lovable, but admittedly stupid, friend seemed to remember. But for some reason, she didn't show up to practice this afternoon and as soon as it let out, Santana went to investigate.
Walking up to the choir room, Santana peeked inside and opened the door, "Hey Britts, why weren't you at practice?"
Brittany was standing in the corner, "I didn't want to go."
She sounded like she was on the verge of tears. Santana's brows instantly furrowed. This was so unlike her usual happy-go-lucky bff, "What do you mean you didn't want to go?"
"I'm too stupid to do anything," Brittany turned around and Santana saw that she wasn't on the verge of tears, but was done crying. And to be honest, crying Brittany was the most heart breaking thing she ever saw.
Santana sat down and pulled Brittany into the seat next to her, "So you're not the smartest girl on the team, so what? You're still one of the best."
"It's not that..."
"Then what is it?"
"Earlier, some other Cheerios were saying mean things to me. They told me I was too stupid to do anything and if that I wasn't a good dancer, I would be a total loser like the rest of the Glee club..." Brittany swung her foot like a four-year-old, "And I realized they were right. I couldn't even keep track of Artie's magic comb."
Santana processed the words that came out of Brittany's mouth. They were so sad... The angry girl jumped up, "Who were those bitches? I will cut them and make them wish they were never born! There is no fucking way they should get away with saying that!"
Brittany's smile slowly returned as she heard her friend's protective words, "Thanks, Santana, but they're still right. If I wasn't a good dancer, I would be a loser."
Sitting back down, Santana pulled her bff into a hug, "You're not a loser and don't ever say that, Britt. You're different just like everyone else. People go around judging everyone and it's like, wow, you're totally not a piece of shit," Britt giggled, "And no matter what, we'll always be best friends. Like sisters. You're my number 1, Britt, and we're the perfect two."
All tears were gone from the blonde's face. At the mention of their favorite song, Perfect Two, she glowed. The two linked pinkies and left the choir room, searching for the poor unfortunate souls who made the mistake off pissing off Santana Lopez.
The end! Hope you liked it :) and if you didn't, I wrote it more for myself and my Santana anyways. Peace!