A/N: Hi, this is my first story not only for this fandom, but on this site altogether. So any constructive comments would be awesome! So anyway, I'm a Brittana fan (obviously), and I wish that we had more moments with them on the show, so I decided that I'm going to rewrite season three's episodes, taking out everything that wasn't dealing with Brittana, and expanding more on their storyline. So I hope that you enjoy it. :)
Disclaimers: I don't own Glee, and I only wish that I could come up with awesome characters like Brittany and Santana. Glee belongs to Fox, and Ryan Murphy, and all of those other people who are too numerous to name.
Now on to the story... The Purple Piano Project
"I plan on pushing you harder than you've ever been pushed." Mr. Shue said, eagerly, and then continued his lecture much to Santana's agony. She had never thought that she would hear those words come out of Mr. Shue's mouth, as they were very Sue like. She knew that this year was going to be different, she was going to come out of the closet for Brittany's sake, but still she had never been more scared. It was true what she had told Jewfro, that she was planning on becoming the Cheerio's top Ho… aka the Captain, but that would be hard enough work, to add a tyrannical Mr. Shue and Glee Club to the mix. And those two along with School, as well as dealing with her fighting parents and figuring out where she was Brittany just made her head spin.
She jumped back into the conversation, just in time to hear Mr. Shue complain about being three members short, and launched on an opportunity to bug her best boy with his failed attempt at Romance with Lauren. She shot him a disgusted glance, more from amusement then jealously… she had all summer to get over that. Her heart fell a little when she heard about Quinn… She had been so busy dealing with her attraction towards Brittany and dealing with her family drama, that she let her friendship with the third member of the Unholy Trinity go. She saw Brittany sniffle out of the corner of her eye, and placed a hand comfortingly on her thigh. The dancer smiled and reached down to lock their pinky's together as they listened to Mr. Shue's plan to attract new members. Santana felt Brittany bounce in her seat when the purple pianos were brought in, and she smiled as Brittany unlocked pinky's to go check them out. Purple was Brittany's favorite color after all, and it always brought an unconscious smile to Santana's face whenever she saw that the blonde was happy. Mr. Shue was right after all, this was her last year, and she wanted it to be the best ever. It had to be special…because it was her last chance to be on top. And she had to be on top… if only to be able to protect Brittany when their relationship did come to the foreground, and to appease her insecurity that Brittany would one day find someone better and leave her behind. She had to be the best, or she would have nothing. And with both a Nationals win at Cheerleading and Glee, she would be the best.
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Santana had heard about Quinn's new look, gossip travels faster in Glee Club than sound, but she hadn't expected to see her other bestie looking like a dropout from a grunge band. The dyed hair was so not Quinn, and her outfit was something that she had never expected Quinn to look at let alone buy it at the store. Suddenly Santana felt really bad for not keeping up with what was going on with Quinn… it was obvious that her bestie had lost her mind, and Santana figured it had something to do with Beth. All Santana really wanted was to give Quinn a hug and to tell her everything was going to be alright, but she could tell that Quinn wouldn't be respective to it now, so she did the next best thing. Which was practically asking, ok, begging her to join them on the Cheerio's again… but she hadn't expected Quinn's rejection of them to hurt so much.
As Quinn walked away to meet her new friends under the bleachers, Santana turned to Brittany, feeling irrational tears spring to her eyes. She felt Brittany wrap her arms around her waist and held her close for a long moment. Santana returned the gesture, feeling Brittany's face come down to rest against her shoulder. Santana craved their closeness like she needed air, and she let herself fall into Brittany's embrace resettling her emotions for a long moment. As she pulled away, she realized that to everyone else, it looked like Santana was comforting Brittany, all the while it was Brittany who had been comforting her. She looked up into those pale blue eyes, and whispered "Thank you." Already knowing that Brittany knew what she had meant. And the smile that she received in return, made her fall in love with the Dancer all over again. Reaching out they locked pinky's and headed back toward practice, and Santana wished not for the first time, that she was brave enough to hold Brittany's hand.
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"You are my Cheerio co-captains!" Sue said. Santana was furious. Now don't get her wrong, she liked Becky, in fact she was ranked there with Brittany in people that she never made fun of, but this was too much. This was senior year, and she had to be the top dog, not sharing it with Becky. But she also knew better than to ask Sue to change her mind. So she stuck with her usual tactic of threatening, and even though it didn't seem to work, she knew they had made a slight truce. But as she listened to Sue's plan to track down and take care of the pianos, she felt her stomach turn.
"Santana, you like playing both sides? Isn't that right?" She saw Becky smirk out of the corner of her eye, and she knew that Becky had told Sue about her and Brittany's hug during last night's practice. She knew that it was longer than their usual hugs, but she remembered nothing out of the ordinary that would cause that statement. Then she remember the kiss that they had thought that they had shared in private, after practice before going their separate ways, and her stomach turned even more. She knew that Sue could make her life a living hell, and would tell everyone before she was ready to tell everyone, so she said the only thing that she could, when Sue asked her which side she played on. "Team Sue." She gave a small smile, which melted away into disgust, after Sue walked away. So far nothing was going according to plan… not at all.
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So the plan was for the Cheerio's to start a food fight in the Café, after their performance and for Santana to get hit in order for her to avoid suspicion that she was the one who helped plan it, and then her and Brittany would quietly sneak away. But she hadn't expected was for Brittany to be one of the first one's hit, and then for her to join in. It was fun though, despite the fact that she felt bad for hurting her fellow members of the Glee Club, and wrecking their performance.
They all regrouped back in the choir room, each covered in different types of food. Santana knew that despite this being Sue's plan, that she was going to get a lecture and would have to run laps for getting her uniform dirty. "I have pepperoni in my bra." She heard Brittany say. "No, those are your nipples." She said, getting a small smile from Brittany letting her know that her BFF was joking. She saw Brittany look around seeing if anyone was paying attention to them, and when it appeared that no one was, Brittany leaned over. "No, I really do have pepperoni in my bra, but I'm glad that you pay so much attention to what my nipples feel like to know the difference San."Santana felt her cheeks turn red, despite the fact that she knew that it couldn't be see on her face. She didn't know what to say, and Brittany smirked at her, enjoying the fact that she had made the Latina tongue-tied. Brittany leaned over to say something more, when then stopped her Sugar came into the room. Santana stared for a second, wondering why the girl reminded her of someone. She heard Brittany whisper, "Holy Rainbows, it worked." Santana turned around to give her BFF a questioning look, and received one that said that they would talk about it later in reply.
Santana turned around just in time to see Sugar shaking her ass at them, and despite the fact that she was deeply in love with Brittany she felt all of her hormones (which were already on alert since they just had been talking about Brittany's nipples a moment before) stand up and say high. Hormones which then fell back down to cooling mode, when the girl opened her mouth to sing. OMG, Santana had never heard a more awful screeching in her life, and she just barely resisted the urge to clap her hands over her ears. Beside her she could see, Brittany nodded her head to the performance, and she laughed in head. Leave it up to Brittany to find the bright side of that performance.
There was just something about Sugar Motta that Santana liked despite her awful voice, and because of that Santana felt that Rachel was just a little bit harsh in what she said about her. She opened her mouth to say something about how the girl was a good dancer, but then a thought hit her. Is that how they talk about me behind my back… how they will talk about me behind my back… about me and Brittany? The thought made her go numb, as the fear once again returned. As she had told Brittany last year, it wasn't the face to face confrontations that she feared the most, as she could beat out or outwit most kids in the school, but it was the stuff that people said about her when she wasn't in the room that freaked her out. It did anyway, even now. She knew that behind her back she was a whore bitch to most people, and it hurt… because she knew that her parents did that to each other ever since she could remember.
A hand on her leg broke her from her thoughts and she jumped at the warmth of it. She looked around to find that it was just her and Brittany in the room and that everyone else had already left.
"You, ok?" She heard Brittany say.
"Yeah, I'm fine." She lied, feeling her defenses come up, even though they weren't needed, in reaction to her thoughts. But Brittany saw right though it, but chose not to say anything about it.
"Ok, I have a story I need to tell you. Can I come over tonight?" Brittany asked, with a sly smile.
"Of Course… I can't wait." Santana said giving the Dancer a smile, before they left the room, and continued on down the hallway, lost in their own world.
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Tryouts were fun… Santana knew enough about herself to recognize that she still was a bitch… and that she had to keep up her front. It would do her any good for anyone one to realize that one tall, blonde haired, blue eyes dancer was enough to turn her into a purring little kitten, and a lap dog all in one bat of those perfect eyelashes. She was trying to make an effort to curb her bitchy-ness at least in front of Brittany, since she had promised her this summer that she would. But since Brittany wasn't there Santana let her HBIC persona come forth.
So tryouts were a blast, until Mr. Shue and Ms. Pillsbury showed up with their glitter bomb. Santana didn't find it enjoyable, since all it reminded her off was the time that Sue had put dirt in her locker. She couldn't believe just how much Mr. Shue was acting like the Cheerleading Coach… this was a stunt that Sue would have pulled, and all it did was make Santana sad, and angry because she knew that Sue would find some way to blame it on her since she was suppose to be the one who was spying on Mr. Shue and the Glee club.
As she and Becky escorted Sue to her office she felt the panic enter her stomach again. They had just closed the door, when Sue turned to her, and even covered in glitter and her eyes closed, Sue had never looked scarier. "Santana you will find a way to destroy that last piano, and to get Butt-chin back for this, or I swear I will put up posters announcing that you are the newest Ellen… do you understand me!"
Santana could do nothing but nod, and she whispered, "Yes."
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Santana hated to do this to Blaine, because somewhere along the way she had found herself liking Kurt's boyfriend, but she had no choice. It was fun, and Santana felt herself enjoying dancing along with the former Warbler, but she felt sick when she realized what exactly it was that she was doing, and what her cheerio's were doing. Her eyes caught Brittany's, and she could see the disappointment in them. Which was why she had asked the Blonde to not participate in this prank, knowing how her BFF felt about violence, and that most of the Glee club was Brittany's friends, and the blonde couldn't betray them like this. A food fight was one thing, setting a piano on fire was another? Besides, this was Santana's mess to clean up, after all if she would just be brave enough to come out of the closet, Sue wouldn't have any ammunition to blackmail her, but she wasn't brave enough.
She had her HBIC face on to mask the hurt that she had underneath… The Glee Club members didn't like her anyway, and she knew that this wouldn't help her reputation with them. She knew that they really only tolerated her because she could sing, and Brittany wanted her there. She watched her Cheerio's pour out the lighter fluid on the piano, and she wished to God, or whoever was listening that things could be different. She felt in her skirt pocket for her lighter, feeling sick at knowing she would have to be the one to set the blaze, Sue's orders to make sure that she was on her side. She fingered the lighter and was ready to slip it out of her pocket to light that purple instrument on fire. Knowing that either way, it would cost her friends. But then she saw Quinn flick the cigarette towards the piano, and their eyes met for a mere second, just enough time for Santana to realize that this was no accident. Santana didn't know how Quinn knew, but she knew by the look that Quinn was saving her. She sent her a quick glance, saying with her eyes what she couldn't with her lips, just before the piano went up in flames.
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"Actually Doorknob that was an act of political protest." Santana said. She hated the way that Finn treated Blaine, and she had seen it before ever since Kurt and Blaine had started dating, and Kurt and Finn became brothers. It wasn't so much jealous about his relationship with Kurt, but that Finn was jealous that Blaine was everything that he wanted to be. She wanted to get Finn off Blaine's back and to blame herself so that Blaine wouldn't get blamed for it. She knew as soon as she said it that she was in for some trouble, and she wished that Brittany was beside her for just the tiny measure of comfort. But she had asked Brittany to sit away from her, both to protect her from getting into trouble with her, and to give the class the appearance that the Blonde was mad at her for the incident.
"Santana, you need to leave." That was the one thing that she hadn't expected Mr. Shue to say… she was expecting to be told that she had to pay for the pianos or that she had to clean them up, similar to the punishments that she had to do in the past, when Sue made her do something against the glee club. Once again, it reminded her of something that Sue would do, and she wondered what happened this summer that turned the nice Mr. Shue into a jerk. But then again, if it wasn't about Finn or Rachel, he never really noticed anything anyway.
"It was you and the Cheerios who set fire to our piano. How could you do that?" Santana was used to the disappointed tone in his voice; after all she had heard it many times and in many ways from various people, but it still hurt. He just didn't understand that she had no choice in the matter.
"Mr. Shue, Sue made me." Which was the truth… it was participate, or be outed to the whole school.
"Brittany didn't do it."
"Well, Yeah. I was going to help, but I don't know, I'm a water sign, so…" Santana let out a small breath, knowing that the club would believe Brittany's story. That was another thing that she hated, that they believed her when Brittany was just joking around, and thought that she actually believed some of the things that she said. They thought that she was stupid, never understanding that Brittany did that, because she knew that it was expected of her. The Glee club had them both pegged down to a stereotype… Her as the Queen Bitch, and Brittany as the Dumb Blonde, which was so far from the truth.
"You banned for Glee. Don't come back unless you can be as loyal to this club as the rest of the people in this room." Mr. Shue's words cut deeply. She didn't have to cast a glance at the rest of the room to know that everyone besides Brittany was looking at her with anger and dislike. She remembered last year when Rachel had sent Sunshine to a crack house to stop her from auditioning, Rachel had gotten nothing but a talking to… in fact every time someone other than her had gotten in trouble for something, all they got was a talking too, while she always got punished. She wondered for a moment when she would get the same loyalty in return…but then realized that she never would. She felt tears from in the back of her eyes, and she willed herself not to shed them. She pulled on her mask, knowing that it was what was expected of her anyway.
"You know what, I could use a break." She said, knowing that only Brittany would pick up on the tremble in her voice, as well as the anger in her posture. She could feel everyone's eyes on her, as she walked to the door, and she resisted the urge to run. It wasn't until that she got halfway down the hall that she felt the tears start to come. No, this wasn't how the year was supposed to go… Not even close.
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"You know good for you, Mr. Shue. It's about time we got some allegiance up in here." Brittany heard Mercedes say, and she felt her blood boil. She hadn't felt this angry in a long time. Did none of them realize that Santana didn't have a choice… Did not of their so-called friends, even care enough to ask her why she set their precious piano on fire? Brittany finally realized what Santana meant when she said that Glee Club wasn't her friends, but Brittany's. Brittany saw Finn looking at her out of the corner of her eye and she resisted the urge to glare at him. She knew that dispite Santana's outward front, that she had been close to losing it walking out the door, and her whole body wanted nothing more than to go find her and to give her the comfort that she despitely needed. She knew that Santana wasn't ready to come out so that they could be together publicly, but she knew that Santana was starting to make an effort, but this whole thing with Sue, she could see the Latina retreat back into her shell once again. What nobody realized was that Santana's bitchy-ness served to cover her fragile heart… that had been broken by those close to many times to count. To Brittany, Santana was the world, but to the World Santana was nothing but a Bitch and a whore. And Brittany hated that… and she had thought that Glee kids knew better, but now she was seeing that they were no better than the people outside, than Santana's parents and family.
"I will say it before and I will say it again, if we want to win Nationals this year, we need to be united." Brittany felt her anger grow. Yeah, they were united all right, united against the one who needed them the most. Then to bring everything back around to Rachel and her agenda was like a slap in the face. Brittany didn't understand why everything had to always be about Rachel and Finn… but she did have to admit that West Side Story sounded like fun. It was Santana's favorite Musical after all, but Brittany didn't want anyone to know that so she said, "Isn't that the one with the cats?" Just to stop herself from saying that Santana would make the perfect lead, to make Rachel mad.
Brittany spend the rest of the class just sitting there, although she did give a small smile when Kurt announced his intention to run for class president, because she had to support her other favorite unicorn, but when Tina started saying how those pianos were like them… she could help but think of Santana. Sure the Glee club had endured a lot, but it was Santana who had been the real victim here.
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Brittany loved singing and dancing, and the world knew that it was her passion. "You Can't Stop the Beat" was going to be a kick butt song if they used it a sectionals but it felt so fake, to be in the auditorium ,singing and dancing while the love of her life was alone somewhere in the building, dealing with so much hurt. This stuff with Sue and the messy divorce that her parents were going though, as well as demands of school in general were taking their toll on the Latina, and Brittany wished she could fix it. The Latina was getting more and more sullen lately, when she wasn't being rude, and it worried her. She had wanted to skip practice, and to keep Santana company in the Library, but Santana knew that the Blonde would feel bad later for letting the rest of the Club down, and while Santana was right, she still felt like she was letting the Latina down.
Brittany saw Quinn watching them up in the balcony, and wondered what the other Blonde was thinking of, and made a mental note to check on her. She felt kind of alone in the changing room, without Santana and Quinn by her side, and while she was good friends with Rachel, Mercedes and Tina, there was nothing that could take the place of the Unholy Trinity. Brittany though, back to the last time she was in this room last year, and the plans that she, Santana, and Quinn had made for taking their senior year by storm. But it looked now like none of their plans were coming true, and Brittany wished that things could change. That she could make Quinn stop hurting, and Santana to be comfortable with the awesome person that she is… She made a mental note to figure out a plan for that, because this year even though it started off bad, wasn't going to finish that way.
A/N: Well, I look forward to any comments that you may have... and the next story will be over I Am Unicorn!
