Secretly Talented.
All to Myself
As soon as Santana Lopez entered her house she ran up to her room and slammed her door shut, locking it behind her. She couldn't hold in the anger and hurt of being 2nd choice by the only girl that she had ever fallen in love with, all because of a boy in a wheelchair. She wanted to punch Artie Abrams in the face. Santana wanted to wish that he never existed. Except, she did like Artie and it wasn't his fault that Brittany was …well, Brittany. And, she couldn't bring herself to hate Brittany for the same reason. Well, fuck. I totally screwed myself over. Good job, Lopez. Why the hell did I have to fall for a girl? Why couldn't you just like boys like normal girls? Suddenly, she had an idea and it didn't have anything to do with injuring anybody. Sure, she was still incredibly pissed off, hurt, and just wanted to scream just to let it out. But, she figured that actually playing a song that expressed how she felt would make it all …better, somehow.
The next day, Santana arrived in the choir room that was already filled with the other 11 students, including Mr. Shue; and strapped to her back was her black and white electric guitar. She went up to her teacher and asked if she could perform something before starting the class. He smiled at her and took a seat. Luckily for her she had made arrangements with Puck to play backup guitar and Finn to play drums. "You play guitar? Since when?" she heard Quinn ask with the same puzzled expression on her face as the rest of the class. Santana shrugged her shoulders and stared at Brittany, who was the only one that knew of Santana's secret talent….with a musical instrument.
Don't patronize, I realize
I'm losing and this is my real life
I'm half asleep, and I am wide awake
This habit is always so hard to breakI don't want to be the bad guy,
I've been blaming myself and I think you know why
I'm killing time, and time's killing you
Every way that I doDid you say "Please just follow me"
I thought you wanted me
'Cause I want you all to myself
I can try and suck it up
I just can't suck it up
Make me feel like someone elsePlease just follow me
I thought you wanted me
'Cause I want you all to myself
I can try and suck it up
I just can't suck it up
Make me feel like someone elseI'm under the gun, you're like the only one
I just can't decide what I'm running from
This isn't what I wanted, but
I can't keep my filthy fucking mouth shutIt's not enough, it's never enough
And I wish I could breathe without getting it stuck
Can't focus it, but I try it
over and over againDid you say "Please just follow me"
I thought you wanted me
'Cause I want you all to myself
I can try and suck it up
I just can't suck it up
Make me feel like someone elsePlease just follow me
I thought you wanted me
'Cause I want you all to myself
I can try and suck it up
I just can't suck it up
Make me feel like someone elsePlease just follow me
I thought you wanted me
'Cause I want you all to myself
I can try and suck it up
I just can't suck it up
Make me feel likeDid you say "Please just follow me"
I thought you wanted me
'Cause I can't stay with someone else
I'll try and suck it up
I just keep fucking up
I want you all to myselfDid you say "Please just follow me"
I thought you wanted me
'Cause I want you all to myself
I can try and suck it up
I just can't suck it up
Make me feel like someone else Santana found herself kneeling in front of Brittany, as they stared at each other with so much intensity that the sound of applause that erupted sounded like muffled noise. Suddenly, she felt a hand on her shoulder and found Puck pulling her up. "Bitch, back up off my girl!" Artie yelled, as he wheeled himself toward Santana at a ridiculous amount of speed from the other side of the room. Unfortunately, Santana couldn't bring herself to move because she knew if she did, Artie would lose control of his chair and slam right into the pile of chairs behind her and she'd have to witness Brittany rush to his aide and break her heart even more. She closed her eyes and waited for the insane amount of pain that was coming at her, and when she felt herself being tackled to the ground and heard the loud crash from behind her, she opened her eyes only to find herself staring into those Piercing (haha get it? Pierce? Piercing?) blue eyes that she loved with all of her heart.
Artie was sent to the nurse, expecting for Brittany to take him; but instead, she had her arms wrapped around Santana – he was sent to Principal Figgins and given a two day suspension. Santana and Brittany found themselves in Brittany's bedroom, laying in each other's arms…in a someone comforting, yet terrifying silence.
"San?" She heard Brittany call out in a whisper,
"Yeah?"
From the corner of her eye she saw Brittany sit up and rested her head on her hand, as she stared Santana.
"Why didn't you move away when Artie was going to hurt you?"
Santana shrugged, avoiding Brittany's eyes. But Brittany brought her hand to her face and gently turned Santana's head toward her.
"San."
One look at Brittany's face and she knew it was over. But, she couldn't bring herself to have her heart broken again. Santana jumped off the bed and turned her back on the blonde rubbed the unshed tears out of her eyes.
"Sany? Please don't cry," the blonde said gently, as Santana felt a pair of familiar arms wrap around her and as much as she enjoyed being in Brittany's arms, she knew that she'd only get hurt in the end. She separated herself from the blonde and faced her, "Please don't do this. You're …killing me. I know you love Artie. You'd hate me if he got hurt because of me."
"I made a mistake. Yeah, I loved him. But, he didn't love me enough to not hurt you. He knows that I love you. You're my best friend and he just didn't care. You on the other hand… You almost let him run you over because you cared about how I would feel if something happened to him. I love you, Santana…and I want to be with you. If you'd have me." Brittany explained, as she held both of her best friends' hands in her own with hope glimmering in her eyes.
"Well, dang. I should have let him hurt me a long time ago. Since I know you'd be there to save me." Santana replied with a genuine smile on her face."I love you, Britt and I would be honoured if you were my girlfriend." In response, Brittany jumped on Santana, wrapping both of her legs around her waist and kissed each other with so much passion that they've never showed each other before.