Santana laid in bed, the covers wrapped tightly around her shoulders, grateful that the tears stopped falling from her eyes. It had been her second day of isolation and no matter how many times she played the conversation with the blonde cheerleader in her head, it seemed that the pain would never lessen.
To put it safely, she looked like crap. Mascara was smudged under her eyes and her hair was tousled. She had even smoked a few cigarettes out of anger. Santana vividly remembered Brittany discussing her hate for those things and now smoking them just made her feel powerful. Everything that Brittany hated, she effortfully went out of her way to do it.
"Santana." A knock came at the door and the girl's voice on the other side seemed rather nervous.
Not answering, Santana slipped deeper under the covers in hopes that the person would disappear. Without much luck the girl walked inside and made a noise of disgust. "Please leave." Santana grumpily replied from under the sheets and cringed when she realized the girl walking in was her sister.
"What is this? Tissues? Has the unbreakable girl actually been broken?" The sarcastic tone was enough to make Santana throw the covers off and give her bitchiest look possible.
"You better leave before I break your surgically corrected nose." Santana growled at her.
The girl who was two years older sat at the edge of Santana's bed and acted as though Santana hadn't just threatened her. She was rather used to Santana's bitchiness for she once was just like the younger girl. Finding love and figuring herself out in college had made her loose that facade. "I'm your sister. Tell me what happened."
"Eva, get the hell out of my room."
"Fine, but mom says you have to go to school today." Eva chimed before heading towards the door. "Oh, and your rooms smells like a chair smoker's den."
Santana yelled out something vulgar in spanish and clasped her hands into tiny fists. She hated what Brittany had done to her. After months of hiding her feelings for Brittany she finally attempted to let her guard down and it had gotten her nowhere. It now only left her more broken and bitter.
Santana had prided herself in being an emotionless bitch because if you were anything but that, people would walk all over you. It happened to every girl she knew. So rather than getting stomped on, ridiculed, or broken, she had decided it was best to let go of her feelings and not care. "I hate you." She grabbed the picture beside her bed with her, Brittany, and Quinn donned in their Cherrio's uniform. After tossing the picture across the room, Santana quickly got ready for school, went downstairs, and ignored her mother's attempts at starting a conversation.
An hour later she pulled into McKinley's parking lot and stepped out of the car, head held high. If there was any reason she'd agreed to get out of bed this morning it was to show Brittany that she didn't care. That being blown off for some stupid boy in a wheelchair didn't affect her.
"Hello Santana." That overly sweet voice was enough to send Santana insane. The petite brunette walked up with to Santana as though they were best friends and gave her what seemed to be a look of pity. I'm assuming the rumors aren't true. Of course I didn't think they were, hence why I didn't send you anything."
Santana pretended as though the girl hadn't said anything and even turned her head away. It took all her might not to say anything nasty to Rachel Berry or better known as RuPaul, Manhands, and Hobbit. She was saving all her bitterness for the one and only Brittany.
"I think I know why you were out of school the past two days ..." Rachel's voice became more quiet and hesitant. "I know we've never been good friends, let alone actually friends, but I kind of get what you're going through and well ... you can always talk to me."
Santana and Rachel were just about to reach the front door when Santana grabbed the girl's arm. "You don't know what the hell you're talking about Berry. You don't know why I was out of school and you'll never get it. How about you don't play therapist and bother someone else." The feisty girl forcefully let go of Rachel's arm and quickly headed inside.
A feeling of nerves rode inside her stomach as think that Rachel might know what was wrong. Even though the girl was completely self-centered and egotistic, she had an eye for picking up on things that you didn't want people to find out.
The thing that scared her though was if Berry did know, maybe other people did. It was hard enough to actually face the facts that she liked a girl, but it also hard to know that Brittany was picking someone else over her.
Heading to her locker, she spotted Brittany and Quinn talking down the hall. She bit her lip and headed the other way. This was going to be harder than she thought. Seeing Brittany had just sent another mix of feelings rush through her and if she was going to act like Brittany's rejection didn't bother her than she couldn't become weak at the knees.
She needed to find Sam, her boyfriend who she was just using for personal reasons. No actual feelings were involved in this relationship and even Sam knew that. Every time they made out she could still tell that Sam was hung up on Quinn.
She made her way to Sam's locker and spotted him talking to Puck and Lauren, his eyes became wide with surprise when he spotted her coming their way. "Santana! What happened to you? I've been calling non-stop, don't you check your phone?" Sam gave his girlfriend a quick kiss and slung his arm around her.
"Sorry, I haven't had my phone on." Santana explained. "My aunt just died and my mom needed some company." She lied through her teeth and instantly regretted that because she knew that would come with some sympathetic looks even though many people disliked her.
"Aw, baby." Sam kissed her again and Santana pushed him off.
"Did you change cologne?" Santana sniffed his neck and contorted her face. "No me gusta."
"Sorry, I'll go back to the other one."
Puck made a little swishing sound to represent a whip and Sam shot daggers in his direction. "See, me and my baby girl are equals in this relationship." Puck boasted and received a slap from the girl wrestler. "Ouch."
"Like you aren't whipped." Lauren drawled and pulled Puck through the hallway.
An awkward silence fell as Sam and her stood alone in the hallway. Santana had noted that even though people may have texted and call her in sympathy to find out what happened to her, no one actually came to her house to see if something was wrong. Sometimes she hated the person she had chosen to become. Many people went out of their ways to avoid her in the hallway, afraid she might say something nasty and though she had friends none, most of them actually feared her.
Brittany had been her one true friend, the only person to ever see her cry when her dog died or when father had come home in a drunken state and hit her mother. It had been Brittany to sense something wrong and immediately help the girl into recovery. Sometimes she felt she could count Quinn as a friend, but with her stealing Sam, it was obvious that Quinn wanted nothing to do with the Latina.
"So?" Sam scratched the side of his head. "We have a new theme this week for Glee club."
"Fantastic." Santana sarcastically replied as the two walked down the hallway holding hands.
"It's duets again. This time we can't choose though." Sam sighed with disappointment.
Santana's stomach dropped thinking back to the first time they had to sing duets. She had chosen Brittany's name out of the hat. "Who am I with?"
"Oh, we haven't chosen yet. Rachel insisted that we wait for you." Sam explained. "She can be so annoying."
Santana tensed at the though of Rachel's second act of kindness and wanted to tell the girl to stay out of her life. She didn't need anyone to help her through this, especially not Rachel. "Let's go skip first period and make out in the locker room." Santana whispered into Sam's ear.
"What? No, I can't."
"It'll be fun." She kissed his neck and ran her hand along his back.
Sam quickly backed away and gave a confused look. "What's up with you? Something's different."
"Nothing's different." Santana angrily fired at him and headed the other direction. Maybe she could change schools because right now she rather be anywhere but here.
- It might be a little slow in the beginning, I just want to set things up. Let me know if you guys like it! -
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