This is what I think should have happened during and after Mash - Off. I know that there are dozens of these out but lets face it, Glee could have dealt with this in so many different (and better) ways. I may add more because I am not sure how much I like the ending and I don't know if I want to make this longer. I would love reviews or PMs. Like everyone else, I don't own glee or any of the characters.
"I haven't even told my parents yet." Was all she could say with the tears forming in her eyes.
Santana is running down the hallway. She wanted to leave, leave this damn school, this damn town, and in that moment she would not have minded leaving this world. But she knew she couldn't. She didn't want to face Brittany, or anyone else for that matter, but she knew she had too. Sure Schuester would have probably understood and not had the Trouble Tones do their mash up. But Santana hated to lose and she would not let that awkward chubby giant think that he had won.
She went to her locker and rested her back against her locker. She felt a new rush of emotions overcome her and she slid her back down so that she was in a fetal position, clutching her knees with her arms. She tried to pull herself together. You are Santana Fucking Lopez. She kept thinking to herself, but it was not helping her all that much.
After numerous deep breaths, she had been able to stop the tears that were falling down her checks. Slowly she stood up and opened up her locker where she checked her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes were red from the tears that had fallen. She wiped her eyes and checks, clearing off any tears that remained. She looked her reflection in the eyes. After a minute of deep concentration, she closed her locker and then slowly made her way to the dressing room outside of the auditorium.
All of the other Trouble Tones were there, in their dresses, ready to perform. The sound of the door opening and closing made everyone look over at her. "There you are Santana!" Mercedes said she looked a little shaky. "We were about to send a team to find you, we are going on soon."
"Whatever." Santana said quietly and made her way over to where her dress was hanging. Mercedes did a double take at the voice of the Latina. The usual tough and strong voice had been replaced by one that sounded completely broken. Mercedes figured she would have been called wheezy and told to mind her own damn business. But she was not prepared to see the amount of pain that was pouring out of the girl who was sitting by herself, attempting to do her makeup.
Brittany had walked over and wrapped her arms around the shorter girl's waist. "San?" She asked cautiously, not wanting to upset her girlfriend more. Brittany had an idea of what was wrong but it killed her seeing the girl who was the strongest person she knew looking so broken. The girl did not say anything. "San." The blonde said again, a little sterner this time, she looked in the mirror and her blue eyes met the dark browns of Santana.
"He… he…" Santana started but she could not manage words right now. She did not want to pull Brittany into this, not yet at least.
"Is this about Coach's office?" Brittany asked quietly.
Santana nodded. "Finn… he called me a coward." Santana look a deep breath, trying to stop herself from crying again. At the word coward the rest of the girls had moved closer to the two girls, listening to find out what had made the schools HBIC crying, clearly full of pain. "He said how I love you, but…" A couple of tears had begun to fall and Brittany held her tighter. "But, you didn't love me back." She sniffled, trying hard not to let the blonde see her cry any more.
"But you know I love you." Brittany said and Santana nodded and let their eyes break contact and fall onto a stain on the floor. "So what's wrong?"
"Someone over heard, B." Santana said she was beginning to shake. "They told someone and they put it into a commercial." Santana finally said. Brittany pulled the ravenous colored hair out of the shorter girls face. Then she leaned over and kissed Santana's cheek. Santana did not pull away from the kiss. After Brittany pulled away their eyes met again.
"I'm sorry San." Brittany said, a slight film beginning to form on her own eyes.
That sight was enough to pull Santana out of her pain. "Britt you have nothing to be sorry about, you did nothing wrong." She said and then pulled the dancer into her arms. At that moment Santana did not care that there were ten other people in the room.
They pulled apart and Mercedes took the opportunity. "Santana you know we all still love you?" Santana nodded slowly, she didn't want to look away from the blonde bus she knew she had to. "Do you still want to do this?"
Santana took a deep breath. "Yeah." Santana said.
"Well we are going on in a couple of minutes." Mercedes said and then the group walked closer to Santana to help her get ready.
Everyone stood still in shock. Santana had just slapped Finn. Brittany had not wanted to do the song, she had a feeling something would happen but she had no idea that it would be this bad.
Santana stood there slightly frozen. She had just slapped Finn. She had no idea what would happen next. Of course Schuester would side with Lumps the Clown, even though this was a hundred percent his fault. She heard movement behind her which snapped her back into the reality of what was going on.
"Santana." A familiar voice said from behind her. She felt him coming closer, and she took a glance back and saw the man in a sweater vest, her old glee coach. He had stretched out one of his hands in case he needed to pull her away.
Santana took a look around. First, she saw the faces of complete shock that was in her old glee club. Then she turned to the stage where she saw the looks on her fellow Trouble Tones, they were defiantly surprised but they understood what was going on. Finally she dared to look at Brittany and instantly the blue poured into her brown. Brittany moved slightly giving Santana a single nod. Immediately, Santana turned and walked to the aisle, avoiding the hand that Will still had stretched out. Swiftly she walked out of the auditorium and did not turn back. She walked and walked, Santana did not know where she wanted to go, but she knew she needed to continue to move, she could not stay still.
No one had moved in the auditorium, no one knew what exactly to do. Rachel was the first to move, she had leaned over to inspect where Santana had slapped Finn. Mercedes looked over at Brittany, they exchanged quick glances and then Mercedes motioned to the others and they quietly left the stage and walked back into the dressing room.
Brittany immediately walked to where her Cheerio's uniform was. After fumbling for a moment she found her cell phone and opened it.
San are you okay? Where are you? She typed quickly and then hit the send button. The rest of the girls had begun to change back into their normal clothes and Brittany followed suit while she waited for a reply.
Right after she finished changing, her phone vibrated. Brittany quickly grabbed it and opened up the text. I'm okay B. I just need to clear my head right now. Brittany sighed and then followed the rest of the girls back into the auditorium.
Everyone had moved they were sitting on the stage talking. But as soon as the girls came out they all stopped and looked over. Everyone's eyes fell on Brittany who was last in line, clutching her phone. She had texted Santana back asking where she was, and now Brittany was hoping that her girlfriend would respond soon.
The rest of the trouble tones spread out so they were virtually standing shoulder to shoulder. This forced Brittany to stand in view of everyone else. She glanced up from her phone and her eyes scanned the faces of the other glee club, the people that were supposed to be her and Santana's friends.
Quinn stood up and began to take a step towards the other group. "Britt," she started. Brittany looked at the standing girl, their eyes meeting.
"Don't," Mercedes began. Quinn took a step back.
"Why?" Brittany asked quietly. Everyone looked back at her. "Why did you say that?" Brittany asked, louder this time, her eyes moved to Finn who was sitting with Rachel's arm wrapped around him.
"Brittany," Finn started as he began to stand up. "Whatever she told you," he was now standing and had taken a step towards them.
Brittany took a step towards him as well. "So you are telling me that you did not tell Santana that she was a coward and then outed her?" Brittany asked, her voice hitting tone, no one had never heard her in before.
"Oh my God." Quinn breathed out quietly. She had known for a long time about Brittany and Santana, although she never dared to say anything about it.
"But everyone already knew." He said, attempting to justify all of the pain he had caused Santana without realizing it.
"So then everyone should know that I love Santana more than I could love anyone else."
"What?" Finn asked confused, he was used to the blonde saying things that made sense but those statements tended to be so farfetched.
"You told her that she was afraid that I don't love her back."
"I didn't mean it; I was just caught up in the moment." Finn said stuttering as the rest of the glee clubbers stood up and began to circle around the two.
"So that is why you yelled all of that loudly and will be played in a commercial all over Ohio?"
"What?" Finn asked confused.
"Yeah." Brittany said but she could not clarify what exactly she meant.
Mercedes took a small step forward. "There is a commercial to trash Sue that involves her not having family values by having a lesbian head cheerleader." She filled in the other club with the words she knew Brittany was not able to articulate.
"I… I." Finn stuttered, shaking his head. "Brittany I am so sorry."
Brittany felt her phone vibrate in her hand, she knew it was Santana she glanced down and skimmed the text. B. I am making my way to the car, wanna meet me there? Brittany looked into Finn's eyes, she felt like he was sorry but he had no idea how much pain Santana was in now. "I'm not the one you should apologize to." She said and then turned around and began to walk. The other girls parted to allow the tall blonde to make her way out.
Brittany did not look back and took the same steps that her girlfriend had taken earlier, out of the auditorium. She continued to walk until she saw the Latina resting her back against her red mustang. She looked up at the sound of footsteps and a small smile formed on her face. Brittany quickened her pace and virtually ran into the shorter girls arms.
Santana wrapped her arms around the taller girl's waist and Brittany wrapped hers around her girlfriend's neck. They stood there for a moment, just holding each other. "Are you okay?" Brittany asked, breaking the comfortable silence that had formed.
Santana nodded, her head resting on the blonde's shoulder. "I'll be fine B." She said quietly.
"Do you want to go home now?"
"No I can't go home." Santana said shaking her head. "Can I go to your house?"
"Of course!" Brittany said and Santana smiled. They pulled apart and then got into Santana's car.
Santana glanced in her mirror and wiped her eyes, she then glanced over in the passenger's seat, making sure that Brittany had her seat belt on. Brittany took one of Santana's hands in her and then kissed the back of her hand.
"I love you San." Brittany said.
"I love you two Britt." Santana said and then turned on the ignition.