Santana stormed down the hall of McKinley High. Most of the students were smart enough to get out of the Latina's way, and we used to the girl's storming. It seemed that Santana stormed mostly instead of walking normally.
Brittany hummed happily as she fiddled with her locker calendar. It had been a wonderful morning-well minus that Lord Tubbington tried to read her diary again. The trolls hadn't tried to take her shoes during the night, she put her cheerleading uniform on right AND she had a date with Kurt, who somehow wasn't gay anymore(that confused Brittany), but it didn't matter to the blonde!
" Brittany S. Pierce! What the hell is you dating Kurt about? That boy is a fag!" Santana yelled down the hall.
" Santana, please don't call Kurt that word. He's not and I'm dating him," Brittany said.
" What the fuck? Why? There are boys so much better than him! He's bearding, Britt. Just using you,"
" How would you know? Are you Kurt's mind? No," Santana flushed and hit a locker with her fist.
" Fine! Date the gay kid! When he says he isn't straight, I hope you think of me and that's I'm right!" The brunette stormed off to class leaving a hurt Brittany.
Santana was right Brittany thought as she left Kurt's house. Kurt had told Brittany the truth and that he was using her but was very sorry. The girl just smiled it off and said that it was cool and left. She walked into her room and Santana was there on the bed.
" You were right," Brittany said and curled up in the other's arms. "Sorry I didn't listen,"
" It's alright. We all learn the hard way," Santana cooed.
" Love ya,"
" Love you, too,"