'I'm giving you all my secrets away...'
Brittany watched as Santana walked in the hallway towards her and their locker. Usually the brunette would walk with her head high and smirk naughtily at her but not today. Her head was down the entire walk to their locker and Brittany could not see her beautiful eyes and the usual playful smirk.
"Hey" Santana said slowly and opened her own locker.
"Hey," Brittany looked at her but her view was stopped by the locker door.
"San, are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm okay. Thanks, for asking." She buried her head more into the locker.
"No, you don't," she grabbed Santana's hand to stop her from rummerging her books and forced Santana turned to face her. She swore she heard a tiny winced.
"Brit...," Santana slowly looked up.
Brittany gasped at the sight in front of her. The pretty face in front of her had tiny scratches and bruises on her left eyebrow. Even with extra make-up, they were still obvious.
"San, what happened?" The blode tried to reach Santana's face but only to be slowly pushed by the brunette.
"Nothing, Brit. I'm okay."
"San, you are not okay! Tell me what's wrong, San? How did you get hurt? Were you in an accident? Did you fall? Did somebody hit you?"
Santana just kept quiet and looked down. Tears went down her cheeks before she could stop it.
"San, please. Please tell me what's wrong." Brittany started to cry. She could no longer hide her pain.
"Oh my God!" Brittany suddenly gasped as realisation hit her.
"Did...did he hit you?" she asked, still tried to search for Santana's eyes.
"Please, San, say something! Did he? Tell me!" she put both hands on the Latina's shoulders and waited for the girl to answer her.
Santana finally looked at her. Brittany felt her heart broke to pieces to see Santana's eyes full of pain. The Latina nodded and that's enough for Brittany to know everything that happened to the girl.
"Oh, San," she hugged the brunette and the moment Santana's head bury in her neck, both girls are crying hard.
"I'm sorry, San. I'm sorry."
