Hi guys! I'm finally back! I may take awhile to update, but I already have the second part done. This is a Brittana fic I wrote as a songfic to a song I had written about a friend. She went boy-crazy for a while. Anyway, each chapter I post will be one verse/chorus, with storylines to accompany it. Hope you enjoy!

He Loves You Better

You said I never have to be strong by myself

Brittany and Santana were sitting next to each on the bus for cheer. They were on their way to the state cheer competition. They were listening to Santana's iPod, each with one headphone in. Santana had decided they should listen to Lady Gaga's latest album, Born This Way, to get pumped for the day. They had sat next to each other, alternately holding pinkies or texting each other, for most of the album. The song "Scheiße" came on and Santana chuckled, texting Britt, "This song is so dirty... ;)" Britt brushed her hand across San's leg, giving her a teasing look, before replying "I wonder what she's saying..." San just shrugged and grabbed Britt's pinkie. She started to stare out the window and during the chorus she dropped Britt's pinkie without realizing it. Britt could tell she was deep in thought, so she nudged her and sent her a text asking, "What?" Santana jumped back to reality, stared at Britt confused, then felt her phone vibrate in her lap and looked to see what was going on. "I don't know, Britt. That line just really spoke to me. 'I wish I could be strong without somebody there.'" Britt was slightly puzzled at first, but then smiled to herself as she replied, "You never have to be strong by yourself, San. I'll always hold you up. Just like the cheer pyramid, you got me and Quinn to support you." Santana squeezed Brittany's hand, smiled at her, and said "Thanks, Britt-Britt." Oh, how she wanted to kiss her right then...

When someone knocks me down, you'll always pick me up

Santana put her History book in her locker and grabbed her Algebra book for homework. She smiled at the pictures of her and Brittany hanging on the inside, then closed her locker. As she turned to walk down the hall to meet Britt, cherry syrup stung her eyes and stained her cheer uniform. She rubbed the icy syrup out of her eyes just in time to see a pair of cheerleaders walk out the door laughing. As she slumped down against the lockers, she felt not just the cold of the slushie, but the cold of the world. She sat on the floor and cried.

Brittany leaned against her locker with a sigh. She pulled out her phone to see if Santana had texted her. She saw it was 3:20, school got out ten minutes ago, and Santana should have met up with her by now. She took off walking towards her locker, worried about what had kept her. As she turned the corner, she saw Santana hunched over on the ground, shoulders heaving. She was wet and her hair was starting to frizz. There were red stains on her uniform, and Brittany immediately knew what was wrong. She rushed over and offered out her hand for her friend. "C'mon, San, let's go get you cleaned up," Brittany said with a gentle smile. She should have kissed her then...

But this time it was you to throw the punch

"Hi," Santana breathed out anxiously, approaching Brittany's locker.

"Hey," Brittany whispered shyly, pulling a book out.

Santana looked down and managed shakily, "Can we talk?"

"But we never do that," Brittany looked away, putting her book back in her locker.

Santana let out a short sigh and tilted her head guiltily. With a slight quiver of her lip, Santana spoke softly, "I know, but umm, I wanted to thank you for performing that song for me in glee club."

"Yeah…" Brittany barely breathed. She nodded slowly and fixed her eyes intently on Santana's. Her face was suddenly filled with worry, as if anticipating gruesome news.

"Because it's made me do a lot of thinking. What I realized," Santana took a shaky breath in and locked eyes, "is why I'm such a bitch all the time. I'm a bitch because I'm angry. I'm angry because I have all of these feelings." She looked away, folding her hands in her lap. Her fingers locked together nervously. "Feelings for you." The final word came with a slow and solid nod, but her eyes flew away. "That I'm afraid of dealing with, because I'm afraid of dealing with the consequences." Santana looked up, shaking her head in a sense of forfeiting a match. "Brittany, I can't go to the Indigo Girl's concert, I just can't."

"I understand that," Brittany nodded with support, her voice even quieter than before.

"Do you understand what I'm trying to say?" Santana asked with furrowed brows and an insecure, questioning look. She bit her lower lip as Brittany slowly shook her head.

"No, not really." Brittany shrugged apologetically and Santana took a breath, bracing herself.

"I want to be with you," Santana blurted while blinking tears back. "But, I'm afraid of the talks, and the looks. I mean, you know what happened to Kurt at this school."

Brittany looked away but then locked eyes again, giving a reassuring defiance. "But honey, if anybody were ever out to make fun of you, you would either kick their ass or slash them with your vicious, vicious words."

Santana darted her eyes at the ground, her forehead gathering lines of sorrow as she choked, "Yeah, I know, but…" She paused to calm her sniffles. "I'm so afraid of what everyone will say behind my back. Still I have to accept that I love you," Santana gasped and her lower lip trembled violently. "I love you, and I don't want to be with Sam, Finn, or any of those other guys. I just want you. Please say you love me back. Please."

Brittany pulled in closer, firmly declaring, "Of course I love you, I do. And I would totally be with you if it weren't for Artie."

"Artie?" Santana questioned as she pulled back, shaking her head in bewilderment.

"I love him too," Brittany continued despite Santana's disgusted expression. "I don't want to hurt him; that's not right. I can't break up with him."

Immediately Santana pressed, "Yes you can. He's just a stupid boy."

"But it wouldn't be right. Santana, you have to know, if Artie and I were to ever break up, and I'm lucky enough you're still single…" Brittany put her hand gently on Santana's crossed arms, but they were yanked away.

"Don't," Santana begged, putting up her hand as a wall between the girls.

"I am so yours," Brittany added with a hopeful sincerity. "And proudly so."

"Yeah, and wow." Santana clenched her teeth and sneered, "Who ever thought that being fluid meant you could be so stuck."

Brittany stepped forward and whispered, "Sorry… Don't…" She began to wrap her arms around Santana but was met with hands quickly pushing her away.

"Get off me," Santana scolded. Pain painted on her face as she turned, choking on tears she was too proud to allow to fall.

She was ready to kiss her then...

So who's hand do I reach for now?

Santana spent her night crying, sleeping fitfully, or pacing her room. The next morning at school, she dreaded History all morning. It was her first class with Brittany. She just couldn't face her after her rejection yesterday. Santana walked out of her Chemistry class as Brittany walked out of her Spanish class across the hall. Brittany held up her pinkie, offering it to Santana.

Santana simply stared at it, unable to comprehend what to do. She wanted to take it, because of all it represented to them. It was Santana's way of keeping Brittany close, keeping her out of harm's way, while not holding tight enough to hurt, to drag her into something stupid. Santana still wanted to protect Britt, she would. But she couldn't take her pinkie... Not just yet. It hurt too much... She just turned and walked away, taking another way to History, too scared to look back at the hurt on Brittany's face, to see the tears running down her cheeks. She'd never be able to kiss her again...

Anyway, let me know what you guys thought? Please review! I hope you enjoyed. I love hearing feedback, so please tell me what you liked, didn't like, what I can improve, etc. :)