you are honestly so pissed.
they had no right. none. and you know you're a harsh person, but you were just looking out for Berry. you care a lot about Rachel, and you did not want her getting hurt by that filth. Why would they kick you out when you are actually nice to them?
With a shrug you take out your phone and hit the number one speed dial. it rings three times before picking up.
"hello?"
"oh my god, Britt. you wont believe what hobbit and lady just did. i'm actually so fucking piss..."
*giggles* "sam shhhh! what were you saying san?"
"that gayberry just kicked me ou..."
"wait san can i call you back in two seconds?"
you only listened to half her sentence before hanging up and dropping you phone to the ground with a clang. your in the room behind the bar you work at, sitting in the corner.
and you feel like shit
were you seriously just blown off for trouty?
that's honestly just pathetic. and sad. and surprising. Britt use to never blow you off, but now since she had stupid sam you're just not important anymore. before you can stop it the tears start to flow and you just feel so worthless, so stupid. without thinking you plug speed dial number 4 in your phone (Britt's home is 2 and Britt's mom is 3).
"so what do i owe the pleasure of talking with the lovely Santana herself?"
"not in the mood for shit, Q. i feel crappy and i really just need a friend right now"
"your lucky i don't have classes tomorrow. ill be there soon."
the call ended and you slide with your back against the wall to the floor. you hug your legs softly, and rest your head on your knees. you close your eyes, waiting for Quinn to try to put yourself back together.
two years ago, you would never had guessed a mere phone call would reduce you into tears.
you do not pay attention to how long has passed before you feel arms wrapped around you. you know you guys fooled around at the wedding, but both of your feelings are pure friendship level only. you pull away from her hug after a couple of minutes.
"San, what happened?" is all Quinn says before it all comes tumbling out of your mouth.
She listens, refraining from making her pitying faces because she knows how much you hate them. Pity makes you feel inferior, and you should never feel inferior since your a Lopez. and your glad Q knows that.
"Do you want me to talk to Britt?"
"No. Absolutely not. I'm not her girlfriend, she can talk to Sam if she wants."
"Whatever you want, S. But do you know what i think we should do know?"
"Go screw with brody, get proof of his twisted ways, that tell Hummelberry in a fun way"
"Sounds good Q. but in the morning, i just want to get drunk."
"funny how i was thinking the exact same thing."
and you got drunk. and while you were doing those ridiculous shots every time Barney said Legend-wait for it-dary, you realize Quinn really is the definition of a good friend. With the knowledge that you have someone out there to help you out, your mind goes off on thinking up ridiculous plans to get Britt back. you know it will happen, you guys are soul mates.
and maybe Q might just have to be your maid of honor.