A/N: Well this is my first fic, so any reviews or comments on anything at all would be very appreciated. Always wanted to give it a shot, so here it is. Also a thanks to D for inspiring me with some ideas :) I plan on further chapters, if that's what you guys would like, so let me know. Brittana of course will be the endgame. Any mistakes are completely my fault. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of the characters.
SPOV
Am I really seeing this right now? No, I couldn't possibly be. My girlfriend dancing like that with freaking Stubbles McCriple Pants. Does she not get he's still after her? She can be so blind that girl. What pisses me off most is the looks they're sharing, could they be any more obvious? God, I cannot sit here and watch this, I…
"San, are you ok?" Breaking me from my thoughts, I look to the left to see Quinn.
"Huh?" I reply.
"You've barely said a word since glee started, plus you haven't insulted anyone, what's up?" She questioned with a raised eyebrow.
"Trust me, I'm not far from it." I reply coldly, barely loud enough to hear.
"Sorry?" She moves closer trying to hear better, expecting me to repeat myself. I glance to the front of the choir room, something odd in the corner of my eye has caught my attention, I turn so I can see properly and I cannot believe what I see. I see my girl sitting on his lap. No, that's it.
"Nothing, I need to go." And with that I pick my bag up from next to my feet and leave for the door.
"S, there's still 25 minutes left!" I hear Quinn call out from behind me, but there was no way I was sitting there to watch that.
I can't help but be this furious, she's the most important thing in my life right now, the only thing that makes me happy. Rephrase that, did. I now just remain planted on my bed, internally fighting my thoughts. Had I done something wrong? Was I not enough for her? What was she thinking? Moments later I hear the front door open, thinking it was just probably one of my parents, both of which were barely ever around. My Father being the surgeon he is always spending time working, or travelling around to other hospitals for work. My mother being a lawyer also has really long work hours and late shifts so she is barely ever around. They basically think that by feeding me money consistently, it will substitute for their lost time and love….. yeah right. Next thing I know there's a knock at my bedroom door, followed by the sweet voice I knew all too well.
"San, open up." I wish I could have just ignored it, but I know I couldn't. I just wish she would have decided to make an appearance at a later stage, I can't face her when I'm like this, I don't want to but I know I have to. I slowly get up from my place on the bed, opening the door to find those piercing blue eyes staring right at me. I always find myself getting lost in those eyes.
"San." She spoke, clicking her fingers in front of my face breaking me from my thoughts. It was that moment then when reality set back in, along with all the hurt and frustration.
"What do you want?" I said rather coldly while taking a few steps back, walking towards my drawer picking up my phone, any distraction from the blonde in front of me, I would use.
"Hi to you too.. did I do something wrong?" She asked, stepping further in my room.
"I don't know Brittany, you tell me." I spin around facing her, with her eyes full of worry, trying to figure out what she had done wrong. Was she seriously this clueless? Not waiting for her to respond, I just couldn't hold it back any longer.
"Why would you do that Britt? Why would you flirt with freaking Wheels right in front of my face? And what on earth made you think sitting on his lap would make me feel any better?" I'd slightly raised my voice by now.
"Ok, first of all please stop with all the name calling San, he's just my friend." She says trying not to raise her voice as well.
"Oh of course you'd be defending him right now! Let me guess, you have feelings for him too?" I've officially started yelling, there's no holding back right now. Even as I notice her eyes tear up, I can't help myself, I just feel so hurt. I can't deal with this anymore, I just can't.
"How could you say that Santana? You know I'm with you! You know there is no Artie and I anymore, you're so overreacting right now!" She's now raised her voice at me, how could she tell me I was overreacting.
"You've got to be kidding me. No, I'm done." I say giving up, I can't handle this any longer, seeing her like that with another person, just no.
"Wait, what do you mean you're done? You're not ending this are you?" Her voice has softened a lot while speaking those words, she's also taken a few step closer, but I take a step back.
"Could you just leave?" I say coldly.
"No. No Santana I'm not leaving it at this, you're not ending this over something so silly." She says.
"Fine.." I pause, she looks up at me hopefully for a second. "I'll go." I say, that hope in her eyes gone as I walk past her.
"San, please!" She's know crying, her sobs muffled as I slam the door on my way out. I just need to get away. My tears are now freely flowing as I get into my car, hitting the steering wheel as soon as the door shuts. Where do I go? There's only one person I know I still have that I can count on. I pull out my phone and send a quick text.
To Quinn: Q, I really need you right now, can I come over? –S
From Quinn: Of course you can, see you soon. –Q
15 minutes later and I'm pulling up in front of her house. I don't know exactly what I'm doing here, bit I just need somebody, a distraction or comfort more so. I decide to just give myself a few minutes to calm down, I don't need Quinn noticing my tears straight up. A few minutes later I feel my phone buzz in my pocket. I pull it out to open the message.
From Quinn: You gonna sit out there all day or come inside? –Q
I chuck it back in my pocket, then look into the mirror to try and make myself somewhat presentable. I step out of my car closing the door behind my, checking myself in the window one last time before locking the door and heading for the front door. As soon as I lifted my hand, a second away from knocking, the door flew open. Before I could even register what was happening, a pair of arms flew around my neck eloping me in a hug. I returned the hug, and suddenly she took a step back, looking at me with those light hazel eyes full of worry. She suddenly grabbed me by the arm pulling me into her house shutting the door behind us. Before I even got the chance to open my mouth to say one word, she spoke, and you could just hear the worry in her tone.
"San, what happened? What's wrong? Are you ok?" She spoke all too fast.
"QUINN." I said breaking her from her mini rant.
"I'm sorry, just…. Are you ok?" She spoke more softly. I hesitated to answer for a minute, deciding whether to be honest or just make up some lie about why I am here, but she knows me all too well. Lying is out of the question.
"Honestly Q, I'm not, no." I said barely audible, but it was loud enough for her to hear.
"Can you please just tell me, you look so…." She paused for a second, thinking of the right word to use. "…weak. San, you're like the strongest person I know, what's got you like this?" She said in a soft yet comforting tone, guiding me over to the couch. As we sit I avoid complete eye contact, trying to hold myself together. While I was trying to think of how to answer, a tear rolled down my cheek. I quickly wipe it away with the back of my hand, putting both hands back in my lap.
"San?" Quinn says, pushing me to speak.
"Uh, I think Britt and I just broke up." I said, you could hear the breaking in my voice, and that's exactly what I was doing, breaking.
"Be back in a minute." She spoke while getting up, disappearing into the kitchen. At this point I'm just a tad confused. That confusion goes away as I see Quinn walk in, bottle of wine and 2 glasses in hand.
An hour later, bottle of wine now empty, I am sitting here pouring my heart out to one, Quinn Fabray. This girl knows how to get me talking, get me drunk. I've officially brought her up to date with why Britt and I had the argument in the first place, she agrees what Brittany was doing today was wrong, but there is also another understanding she has towards the whole occurrence.
"San, you do know how Britt gets sometimes." She says trying to reason with me, at the same time trying to calm me down. Not working.
"That's no excuse Q!" I say in between sobs. "What am I gonna do?" I add, having never sound so broken before.
"Ok, well firstly you're going to stop crying. Secondly, you're going to pull yourself together. You're Santana Freaking Lopez, and Santana would not let herself get like this. She wouldn't give up so simply. You don't know how amazing you are S, and if Brittany is going to let you drive you away from her, then it's completely her loss. You deserve to be happy S. Quinn speaks, slightly slurred but effective. She moves and pulls me into a hug. I relax into her arms, throwing mine around her neck. She pulls back slightly to look me in the eyes. I like this feeling, it feels like there is somebody here who actually cares for me. I don't know what takes over me, but I find myself leaning it, my lips now connecting with her soft lips. My mind is a blur right now, but what I realise, is nobody is pulling away, even Quinn wasn't even pulling away. In fact, her lips were now moving against mine. I take this as my encouragement to make the next move. I slide my tongue across her bottom lip, moments later Quinn slightly opens her mouth granting me access. It's not a battle for dominance as I push her down on the couch, straddling her hips. Her hands come to rest on my hips. Soon we are both in need of air, she breaks the kiss first.
"S, are you sure?" She speaks softly.
"Shh, no talking." I say just as soft, going back in for another kiss, this time a little rougher.
I wake the next morning in Quinn's bed, no recollection of how I got here. I roll over to find Quinn, no surprise since I am in her bed. What did catch me by surprise however was her lack of clothing, and it just so happens I had that same problem too. With memories of the previous night flooding into my mind, I quickly jump out of the bed careful not to wake the other blonde up, and start searching the room for bit of my clothing, they just so happened to be scattered all over the room. What have I done? The only thought going through my head. As I lean down to get the last piece of clothing, my shirt, a sharp pain shoots through my head, just what I need, a freaking hangover. Wine and I are never a good mix. I throw on the shirt and quickly make a break for the door. I probably shouldn't be driving right now, as I would still be under the influence, but all I can think about right now is getting out of here. While driving down the highway, I feel my phone buzzing in my pocket.
Incoming call: Quinn.
No way, ignore. Focusing back on the road, it's less than a minute before it starts going off again. What do you know… Quinn. I hit the ignore button once more. And it just so happens my phone starts going off once again.
"What?" I basically yell into the phone.
"San?" I hear an all too familiar voice.
"Britt?" I ask, slightly confused.
"I'm sorry, did I wake you?" She says softly.
"No, was just.. uh.. out getting some breakfast." I say, lying through my teeth.
"S, I really want to talk, can you please come over?" She sounds serious. I feel this would be the right time to give her the truth anyways, she at least deserves that right?
"Sure, be there soon." I say hanging up the phone.
I arrive at her place just less than 15 minutes later. I walk to her front door, knocking lightly. Not long after the door opened revealing that blonde, with a sad expression on her face.
"Thanks for coming, San." She speaks slowly walking forward to give me a quick hug. She grabs my hand dragging me into her house into the lounge room. She sits me down and kneels right in front of me.
"S, I just wanted to apologise, this was all my fault." She started to say, but I needed to speak first.
"No Britt, I need to say something." I interrupt.
"San, just stop. Let me speak for just a minute." She puts her hands on my knee's and continues. "It was my fault, the fight. I shouldn't have been like that with Artie, I just got carried away. I promise it won't ever happen again, just please get back with me. I need you, and…." She pauses like she is thinking if she should say something or not. "… and, I love you S, so much." She says softly. This cannot be happening. We've never said we loved each other before. What am I supposed to do now? I can't break her heart. I love this girl more than anything. Just tell her you love her! I keep telling myself.
"S, say something please." She breaks me from my thoughts.
"I..I… I have to go, I'm sorry B." I start to cry as the words come out. I run out of the house standing outside the front door in tears. Fuck.
A/N: Once again, any reviews would be much appreciated, I would love to hear some feedback, tips for further writing and whether this story should be continued to see the outcome. Thanks.