Everything was happening in slow motion. Her peers were looking at her like she was an alien, something foreign. She kept her head help high, no one was going to look at Santana Lopez differently… well they could, but she wasn't going to let it get to her; on the outside at least.
Santana was on her way to Spanish class when one of the jocks decided it would be funny to slushy her.
The cold, red liquid dyed her white V-neck t-shirt. She froze in her steps and heard a variety of "ooooh" and "ahh" and even "I can't believe she thought they were dating."
She felt a pair of hands guide her to the nearest bathroom.
Slowly taking off her glasses and setting them aside, Santana pressed her hands against the sink counter inhaling a deep breath.
"Are you okay?" A voice broke Santana out of her inhaling and exhaling, causing her to lose balance.
She looked up, seeing greenish-hazel eyes looking at her questionably.
Santana sighed. "Yeah, I'm okay, Q. Looks like I've been in a massacre." She glanced at her stained shirt, trying to make light of the situation.
Quinn gave her a sympathetic smile, "I'm sorry."
Santana shrugged it off. "It's nothing. I'm used to it."
Quinn started rummaging through her bag, grabbing an extra t-shirt out for Santana.
"I'm sure you're used to it, but you shouldn't be. Especially since you're now going out with the head cheerleader…" She started to trail off, noticing Santana tense.
She narrowed her eyes, forcing Santana to turn to face her. "Santana, what happened?"
Santana shrugged, avoiding eye contact with her best friend.
"Santana..."
Santana gathered herself, back into 'bitch-mode' also known as her defensive mode.
"It was stupid. I obviously thought too much into it," she took a deep breath calming her nerves. "I was just another notch on her bed post." Santana barely whispered out. Feeling like a complete idiot for believing that the head Cheerio would even want to date her nerdy self. She flashbacks to the moment her whole world shattered…
"So, you guys did the deed at Puck's party, hung out all Saturday and now you're going over to her place for a Sunday stroll in the park? San, I'm so proud of you! I know how much you've been crushing on Pierce!" Quinn screeched through the phone.
Santana started to blush; thankful her best friend wasn't there to see her.
"It's not that big, I just… she means something to me." She could feel the sickening grin appear on her face that had made an appearance numerous times over the weekend.
"Aww! Well, I won't take you away from your girl."
Santana rolled her eyes, "bye Q."
She hung up and straightened out her flannel baby blue shirt. She walked up to the door, working up the nerve to ring the bell.
Before she could ring it, it opened to reveal a half-naked Brittany whose lips were attached to Puck's. They broke from their kiss, Brittany turned to see Santana staring at them, mouth in an 'o' shape. Her eyes widened.
Puck looked at her confusingly, then turned to see what was causing Brittany's eyes to go wide.
He saw Santana and started to smirk as he placed an arm around Brittany.
Brittany tensed, not sure what to do, before processing what was happening, Puck spoke.
"Ah, so I see. Lopez, how was my girl? She's great in bed, isn't she?" He kissed Brittany's cheek, Brittany's eyes never left Santana's.
Santana finally looked away from Brittany. She clenched her jaw, feeling like a complete idiot.
Puck looks between both the girls, "wait, you didn't think she actually liked you?" When he didn't get a response, he laughed – loudly.
"This is priceless! Lopez, you really thought she liked you? Hate to break this to you, but she slept with you because I dared her to sleep with the nerdiest Lima loser at my party who I knew would never ever get lucky in their pathetic life."
Santana broke eye contact with Puck and looked back at Brittany who now has found the floor extremely interesting.
She started to shake her head, "you fucking assholes. Both of you! I hope you're happy! I thought you really liked me… wow, I was just another fucking notch on your bedpost! I hope you're both happy."
She turned around and started towards her car, never turning back, not wanting to show Puck and Brittany the tears that were making their way down her cheeks.
"Santana, why didn't you tell me?" Quinn was livid! Her best friend was used and she didn't like it one bit.
Noticing the change in Quinn's attitude, she put a reassuring hand on her friend's shoulder. "I'm okay. Really. I was stupid. Can we not talk about this anymore?"
Quinn understood the pleading tone and gently nodded her head. "Come on, we've already missed Spanish. Let's go to Glee Club."
Santana tensed at that. She knew Brittany and Puck were going to be at Glee, but she decided to not let it bother her and just walk in with her head held high.
Quinn saw the body changes and knew Santana was compartmentalizing everything.
The next two weeks passed with not much out of the norm. Only, Brittany was trying to get Santana's attention every chance she got. Brittany hated herself for making Santana feel used. Yes, originally that was the plan, but she got to know the Latina and started to like her.
The Monday after Sunday's fiasco, Brittany waited for Santana at her locker, the brunette just blatantly ignored the blonde's attempt at an apology. The next few days Brittany would try to get Santana's attention with looks and letters being passed during classes. Every look being ignored by the shorter girl and each letter was being thrown away without a glance.
Brittany was dying inside. She needed the other girl to know that she wasn't just another notch, but something so much more, so much more.
It wasn't until two weeks later that Brittany thought of the best idea.
"Santana, can we please talk?" Brittany begged, basically chasing after the Latina who was once again ignoring her.
"Please." Brittany tried again, and again received nothing in return.
She followed Santana for a little bit, trying to put her plan into action, looking to her left, she saw an empty class.
Without second thought, Brittany grabbed Santana's wrist and dragged her into the classroom.
Santana was so caught off guard, she didn't know what was happening until she was in the classroom and Brittany was locking the door, blocking the only escape route.
She narrowed her eyes towards Brittany. Brittany looked up and saw the cold stare and was starting to rethink her plan. She opened her mouth, but Santana beat her to it.
"What the fuck it your problem, Pierce?" Brittany flinched at the tone and the way Santana used her last name. Over the weekend, two weeks ago, she started to really enjoy the nerdy Latina calling her Britt, Britt-Britt, or B. It had so much emotion behind it; now it was just cold and made Brittany feel only worse.
Brittany looked down, willing herself not to cry.
She flinched again at Santana's tone, "well? Are you going to answer me? Or are we going to play 20 questions." Santana said in mock sarcasm.
Brittany took a deep breath, "I'm sorry." She looked up looking straight into Santana's eyes. They were showing nothing but emptiness.
Santana scoffed, "really? You're sorry?" Her rage was building inside. "You used me. You made me believe we," she pointed to herself and Brittany, "were something. You…you took my virginity Brittany." Santana closed her eyes and started shaking her head, trying to control the various emotions that were taking over her body. She took a deep breath.
Opening her eyes again, she met wide ocean blue eyes staring back at her. "Yeah, you probably didn't know that. But you did. You took my virginity and I know it was a party, but we weren't drunk and the way you were talking to me, the whole entire weekend, you treated me with respect. You didn't look at me like I was a nerd; you saw the real me. But, I was so stupid. So stupid to believe it all. It was all just an act." She hung her head low, finally tears started to escape.
Brittany stared at her, not knowing that crucial part of information before. It didn't change the way she felt towards Santana, but it made her feel like a bigger asshole. She blinked away the tears, attempting to get closer to the trembling girl in front of her.
"I'm so sorry, Santana. I swear I didn't –"
Santana cut her off, shoving the blonde away from her. "You didn't care. You used me! You know what, fuck you!" She used this opportunity to side step Brittany, get to the door, unlock it, and run down the empty hallway.
Brittany stood there, still shocked.