Wait With Me

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of its characters.

Author's Note: I changed the title from "Are You Happy?" because it makes no sense with this two-shot. I apologise if Brittany and Santana are out of character and for any spelling mistakes there may be.

Part I

"She is trying to get us killed," Mercedes stated rather dramatically in Quinn's opinion but the others nodded and murmured in agreement. "And this way, she won't get any of our blood on her hands. Somebody needs to talk to her." She directed the last part at Brittany with a pointed look.

The relationship between Santana and the rest of the glee club had been steadily improving over the past few weeks but her latest antics were rapidly undoing all that progress.

"I don't understand why we have to suffer the consequences of her actions," grumbled Sam, running a hand through his sticky hair which was now partly tinted in purple. He didn't get a chance to wash off the grape slushie he had received just minutes ago because Rachel had immediately called an emergency meeting, grabbing as many members of the glee club as she could find on her way to the choir room.

It was quickly becoming a dire situation. Brittany, Quinn and Finn were the only ones who had not been slushied in this latest war with Karofsky but now that Mike and Sam were on the list of victims, it was clear no one was safe. They were now looking to Brittany to be their saviour but so far she had remained loyal to her best friend and stayed silent on the matter. This didn't really come as a surprise to anyone considering Rachel had had to practically drag her into the room. Brittany had then ignored the empty chair next to Artie and seated herself away from the group with Quinn acting as a buffer for her.

Leaning against the back legs of his chair with ease, Puck glanced over his shoulder at Sam and casually remarked, "This could be Guppy Face's fault." He shrugged at the offended look on Sam's face (which seemed to be more about the nickname than the accusation) and pointed out, "This all started after you dumped her at Regionals."

"I did not cause this," Sam protested, crossing his arms against his chest defensively. "When I broke up with her, she recited a whole new list of insults about my mouth – I'm pretty sure that was the second verse to 'Trouty Mouth' – and told me I was never anything more than her second choice. I don't even think she liked me that much."

While Sam was arguing his case, Mercedes switched her attention onto Brittany who had not once looked up from her hands, which were sitting clasped in her lap, since the "meeting" had begun. Mercedes wasn't blind. She had seen the sad longing looks between Brittany and Santana during the duets competition and realised back then just how much they needed each other. It seemed like Santana had finally figured this out for herself when they performed 'Landslide' with Ms Holliday and the look of pride on Brittany's face spoke volumes about her own feelings. Mercedes, honest to God, adored Rachel but she really wished the diva could learn to filter during pivotal moments.

"I was never anything more than her second choice." At these words, Brittany felt her heart suddenly speed up, beating harder and faster against her chest as butterflies fluttered in her stomach, signifying hope. Her happiness was quickly deflated though when Artie chimed in with his opinions about her best friend.

"Does Santana really need a reason to wreak havoc on this school and the glee club? She's always been a bitch and I don't think she's ever going to change."

Quinn may not be on speaking terms with Santana – that was the biggest understatement in the history of Lima – but she cared a great deal about Brittany so when her friend's bright blue eyes instantly filled with hurt, she shot Artie the iciest glare she could.

"Don't call her that." Brittany's voice was quiet and her gaze was fixated on the ground. The glee club turned to her in surprise, having not expected to hear her speak but at the same time, waiting for her to continue. She felt Quinn squeeze her hand in reassurance and when she looked up, there was an encouraging smile on her face. Taking a shaky breath, Brittany stood up and repeated herself with more conviction. "Don't talk about her like that. Santana is smart, caring, kind-hearted, patient, talented, beautiful... She's all of those things and more. If you can't see that then it's your loss." The stunned silence made Brittany nervous and her confidence started to waver but she knew she had to keep going – for herself and for Santana, especially. "I love her." There was an apology in her eyes as they locked with Artie's. She had honestly never meant to hurt him. "I'm in love with Santana."

The sound of her phone vibrating was amplified in the empty hallway. She pulled it out of her jeans pocket and with a heavy heart, she reluctantly pressed 'ignore' on the keypad. Their win at Regionals had been a week ago and since then, Brittany had left her over fifteen missed calls, ten voicemails and twenty text messages every day. Santana never answered. Instead, she locked herself in her room and lay on her bed, reading every word that Brittany wrote, listening to every apology she spoke.

Resting the back of her head against her locker, Santana clenched her eyes firmly shut and willed her tears to go away. The smug satisfaction she had felt this morning after sending a slushie in Karofsky's face (and hearing that Sam had been slushied in retaliation) had only briefly numbed the pain from her broken heart. Her phone buzzed again and she frowned at the name on the screen: Quinn. Karofsky had probably slushied her and now she was calling to yell at Santana which only made it that much easier to ignore her.

So far, there were already several missed calls and texts from Brittany today along with one voicemail. After a quick scan of the hallway to make sure that she was indeed alone, Santana hesitantly brought the phone to her ear.

Brittany's sniffles threatened to crumble the walls that she had been slowly rebuilding around her heart. "I miss you, Santana. I miss your pinkie and your sweet lady kisses and our cuddles. I miss your special smile – the one that makes me feel as if my stomach is doing somersaults – and the way your eyes light up when you're happy. You're the only one who doesn't treat me like I'm stupid even though I am. I'm stupid for..."

No one ever dared to insult Brittany in front of Santana but she knew a few of them tried to push their luck when she wasn't around. It happened more often than Brittany would let on and she always refused to tell Santana who had upset her. One time, Santana eventually snapped at her in frustration and asked why she would want to protect these people. Brittany had explained to her gently, "I'm not protecting them. I'm protecting you. If I tell you their names, you're going to punch them and then get in trouble for it. I don't want to see you angry like this. I want to make you happy."

"I didn't want to tell you this over the phone but you won't talk to me at school. You won't even look at me." The tear-filled voice pulled Santana back to the present and she realised that she had missed half of the message. "I'm so sorry for hurting you. Please believe me. But I know what I want – who I want. I guess I've always known. It's–"

A muffled yet hysterical voice could be heard in the background. "Brittany, we're holding an emergency glee club meeting in the choir room right now!"

Santana struggled to keep herself together as the voicemail ended. "Damn it," she muttered, frantically trying to stop her hands shaking long enough to hit speed dial one. "Damn it, Brittany. Who do you want?" She threw her phone at the ground and fell back against her locker, crying softly. "Please say it's me. Please."

"It's you."