Brittany

You're the strong one, Santana, always the one who will fight to the death for the ones you love. You know what you want and you go after it, no matter what that means you have to do. I know that about you, I always have. But come here to me and just be for a while. Just be here with me.

You don't have to put up that façade. You don't have to pretend. You can relax and smile and just be yourself. I see the way you are at school. Your face is hard, like the statues outside the museum on the other side of town. You don't smile, unless you're with me. It's like you don't want people to see the real you, Santana, the one I know so well. So just come sit down and be here with me.

I'll run my fingers through your dark hair. I'll feel your body sink into mine. As soon as I touch the stiff muscles on your shoulders, I know you'll relax instantly. I'll kiss the side of your neck, and feel your pulse through your skin, touching my lips. It could be so easy, Santana, to be yourself. So just come and be here with me.

I'm not sure why you're hiding. I'm not sure what's going on. But I know I'm the only one who will ever see the real you. If you were yourself, they could love you like I do. I know it's true. You always say I'm the smart one, so why won't you trust me? Will you do this for me, Santana? Will you come be here with me?

I would be right beside you, holding tight to your pinkie. You've always called me your anchor, and I'm not sure what that means, but I can be that for you. I could be whatever you need me to be. So come here, Santana. Come be here with me.

I'll pull you tightly to my body, and feel the way we fit so perfectly together. It's like your body was made to fit against mine, every crevice and every contour would mesh until we couldn't figure out who is who. Your entire body would relax as I hold you, protecting you like you've always done for me. And then I'll finally know you can just be yourself. You can always do that when you're here with me.

But there you are, standing so far away. You're looking at me like you want to say something, want to do something, but you can't. You can't let yourself go yet. The hallways are empty and you start to walk away. You glance back over your shoulder, sadness gleaming in your eyes. I smile tentatively and turn away. I wish you didn't care what everyone else would say. It would make it easier to love you, Santana. It would make things easier for both of us if you could just be with me.

Santana

Anything that goes wrong in your life, I'm there to protect you; I'm there to defend you. I made you a promise, so many years ago, to keep you safe from the outside world and from those who don't understand. So I'll be there for you, until the end, protecting you, Brittany.

You've always been the innocent one, the one who would believe anything they said. They call you names, they say awful things about you. I hear them in the hallways. Stupid. Naive. Slut. You never seem to notice, though. If you do, you would never tell me so. You never seem to realize they're making fun of you. You don't realize how much it hurts me, to watch them hurt you.

I have always been the one to fight for you. When others thought you were dumb or stupid, I stuck up for you, because what they don't realize is you're the smartest person in this school. Probably in all of Lima. You see things, Britt, like no one else sees them. You have eyes like a child, and most of the time it's not a bad thing. You can be so sweet to those who torment and mock you, and you take everything with a smile on your face. I'm not sure how you do it.

You always call me the strong one, but that's not true. I'm your protector, Brittany, but I will never be as strong as you are. You are the kindest soul I have ever met, and that's stronger than any strength you think I have.

I wish I could be more like you, Britt. I know how people see me: like I'm an awful person who is only going through life for herself. But that's not true, because I'm going through life with the thought of you in mind as well. It's always been you and me against the world, together, and it always will be.

I wish I didn't care what everyone else thought about me, Britt. I wish I didn't care about the talks and the looks and what they say behind my back. I wish it more than anything. But I don't wish it for myself.

I see you staring at me in the hallway now. I want so badly to run into your arms, hold you, and never let go. If only it were that easy. Instead, I turn my back to you, like I've done so many times already. I hate myself for it, I hope you know that, Brittany. I hope you know how much it kills me to do this to you. I glance back, hoping you would have turned away by now, but no. There you are, looking at me like you've never loved anyone else in the world. You smile, that Brittany smile that sends my heart into overdrive and I watch you turn away.

I see how badly I'm hurting you. Every day, I see the pain behind your smiling eyes. I understand what you and I have is special, but you don't understand how much it scares me. I want to be the strong person for you, Britt. I want to be better for you.

Someday, I will be. I promise.

A/N: Hey guys! So I had this idea I would post small ficlets from both Brittany and Santana's points of view on the same event. Let me know what you think and if I should continue or not. I have a few more ideas for this, if I have the time!