AN: This is my first Faberry fic I've posted so I hope you all like it! It's set around Season 4 Episode 12 and loosely based on the spoilers about Santana and Quinn going to visit Rachel in New York. This fic is sort of how I imagine the scenes playing out. This chapter is mainly side Brittana though and has mentions of Bram. It's setting up for them going to New York. There's A LOT of Quintana friendship in this chapter as well. There will be A LOT in this fic. There will also be some side Pezberry in later chapters. Anyways, I hope you like it. Please review/favorite! Let me know what you think. It means a lot
Santana sat in the choir room, playing with a string hanging off the hem of her dress. Brittany had texted her to meet her here about 15 minutes ago. What's taking her so long? Santana thought to herself. Just as she pulled her phone out of her jacket pocket to check for any new messages from Brittany, she heard the door open as the blonde entered the room.
The Latina's face instantly lit up at the sight of the blonde. She rose from the chair, meeting the blonde halfway. "Hey!" she squeaked, bringing Brittany in for a hug. When Brittany didn't hug back, Santana pulled out of it hesitantly. "What's wrong?" she asked, genuinely worried that something was wrong with Brittany.
Brittany sighed and motioned for Santana to sit down once again. The brunette did as she was told and took a seat next to Brittany. Brittany sat staring at the ground, avoiding Santana's gaze. The Latina noticed and reached for Brittany's hand, who immediately pulled it out of Santana's reach.
"Britt, what's wrong?" Santana asked once again.
Brittany brought her eyes to meet Santana's and began to speak. "I feel like you have a right to know this because you are still my best friend. I hate keeping secrets from you so I think I should tell you that…Sam and I are dating now."
Santana felt her heart drop out of her chest. She was the one who told Brittany she should date other people and yet it hurts too much to know it was actually happening. She couldn't tell Brittany this. She figured Brittany was probably better of with Sam anyway. By dating a boy, Brittany could avoid all the disgusted looks and all the rude comments. She knew she would always love Brittany more than Sam ever could, but maybe he was better for her after all.
"I'm happy for you." Santana managed to choke out. She smiled shyly, trying to portray her lie in her facial expression as best as possible.
Brittany smiled back, obviously not catching onto the lie. "We're still best friends, right? You're not mad?"
Santana nodded. "Of course we're still best friends. I'll always be here for you…and I'll always love you."
Brittany brought Santana in for a quick hug, then stood and left the choir room. As soon as Brittany was out of sight, Santana let the tears fall. Brittany had moved on. She was dating Sam, of all people! The guy that proposed to Quinn before they even got together, the guy who dates Santana, the guy who was "in love" with Mercedes no more than two minutes ago, now claimed he loved Brittany. Yeah, right, Santana thought to herself. She couldn't take this anymore. She rose from her chair and took off down the hallway.
She kept moving quickly, trying to make it to her car before anyone saw her in this state. "Santana?" She heard a voice call from behind her. Crap, she thought, too late. Now pull it together. You're Santana fucking Lopez!
She took a deep breathe to pull herself together, before spinning around quickly as her eyes met deep hazel. "Fabray." She acknowledged.
Quinn chuckled in response. She could see Santana was upset. She was one of her best friends, no matter how much they fought. She grabbed Santana's wrist, dragging her into the first empty room she found.
She closed the door behind them so Santana wouldn't try to run. She released the Latina's wrist and gave her that famous glare that could get Quinn anything she wanted.
Santana rolled her eyes. "Nice try but that look doesn't work on me, Tubbers."
Quinn raised her eyebrows. "Really? Because I remember getting you to do almost anything by giving you this look." She smirked as the Latina rolled her eyes again, turning her back to Quinn.
Quinn took a few steps towards her. "Come on, S. I know something's got you upset. Now tell me."
She saw Santana visibly tense as she bowed her head. The blonde made her way around to Santana's front and saw tears fighting to spill out of her eyes, which were avoiding her gaze. "Come on, S! I know you don't really trust me, but I do care about you."
Quinn heard Santana sigh before talking. "How could I have been so stupid? How did I get myself into this mess?"
Quinn immediately knew what Santana was referring to. "I'm guessing you found out about Brittany and Sam."
Santana nodded in confirmation as Quinn brought her in for a hug. She bit her lip, refusing to let Quinn Fabray see her cry. She figured that opening up to the blonde couldn't hurt though and began speaking. "She's moved on. I've done so much so this wouldn't happen but it did. I went to Kentucky so I would be as close to her as possible. I visit almost every week for her and now she couldn't care less about me."
Quinn pulled out of the long hug. "You know that's not true."
Santana shook her head. "No, I don't. All I know is that she's moved on and I never will." A single tear fell and she quickly wiped it away. Damn it! You're losing your touch! She scolded herself before she couldn't control the tears any longer. They began spilling over her eyelids.
Quinn dragged the sobbing Latina into her arms once again. Santana continued talking in between sobs. "She was the only goo thing I had going in my life. Kentucky is miserable. I don't know anyone there and all I do is cheerleading. I feel like I've made no improvement from high school when I'm there. College is supposed to be about growing up, so why do I still feel like that scared girl who used to rule these halls?"
Quinn hugged the brunette tighter. "You don't have to stay there, Santana. You can come back to Li-"
Santana cut Quinn off mid-sentence. "Oh yeah, because that's so much better. I'll be a Lima Loser for the rest of my life and sit there watching Sam prance around with Brittany! I'm sure that'll make me feel better."
Quinn released the Latina and smiled weakly as a thought came to her. "I've got an idea." Her smiled grew as the Latina's eyebrows furrowed. "Come on!" She called, dragging Santana out of the classroom to there cars.
"Where are we going?" Santana questioned.
"New York, duh." Quinn bluntly replied.
Santana's eyes widened. "What? Why? How?" she stammered.
"Santana, I know more than anyone how much you wanted to go to New York after graduation. I've had a train ticket to New York to visit Rachel forever and now seems like the perfect time to use it."
"Well, that has nothing to do with how I'll get there."
"You still have that money your mom gave you for graduation, right? Well, now's your time to use it!"
Santana smiled weakly at Quinn and hugged her. "Thank you!" She whispered into the blonde's ear.
Quinn pulled back. "No problem," she replied. "Now get in that car and go get packed!"
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Santana's leather boot tapped against the floor to the beat of the music play through her headphones as she stared out the window as the New York landscape rolled by. She looked to her side at Quinn, who was fiddling nervously with the button on her jacket. Quinn hadn't said a word side the boarded the train. Santana was pretty sure she knew why Quinn was suddenly giving her the cold shoulder and decided she would use this opportunity to annoy the shit out of the blonde.
The Latina quickly pulled her headphones out of her ears and smirked at the clueless blonde. She chuckled and began speaking, "So how long have you been into Gayberry?"
Quinn's eyes nearly popped out of her head at the Latina's words. "W-What are you talking about?" she stammered.
Santana couldn't hold in her laughter. "Give it up, Q! You've had it bad for her since sophomore year!"
Quinn rolled her eyes. "You're insane." She whispered, very unconvincingly to Santana's ears.
Santana raised her eyebrows. "Right. Quinn, I saw the way you looked at her in the hallways every day. It's the same way I looked at Britt."
Quinn dropped her eyes, trying to avoid Santana's vicious gaze. "I-I don't know what you're talking about."
"Yeah, very convincing." Santana scoffed.
Hazel eyes rose to meet brown as Quinn sighed. "Ok, maybe I do." Santana nodded knowingly so Quinn continued. "But if you say a word to her, I will hurt you."
Santana laughed until she realized Quinn wasn't joking. "What? Why not? It's obvious she's got a lady boner for you too."
Quinn shifted uncomfortably. "No she doesn't. We just built up a 'soft of' friendship. I'm not going to ruin that."
Santana rolled her eyes at how oblivious her best friend was. "Oh please-" she began but was interrupted by Quinn's raised voice.
"No! I'm not telling her." The blonde screamed.
Santana raised her hands in defeat. The blonde went back to playing with the button on her jacket as the Latina's mind went to work. She had a plan. A plan that was going to work, whether Quinn liked it or not.
