Unhappy Endings. (Chapter 1/?)
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A Pezberry (/Faberry/Brittana) Fic.

Summary: Can you love two people at once? Santana Lopez and Rachel Berry are both lonely and sick of being rejected by the people they love the most. Together they help each other grow; together they will get the girl. Pezberry Romance, with plenty of Faberry and Brittana.

Follows roughly the story line onwards from 2x15.

Chapter One: 'I don't understand why you can't see it too.'

Broken she sat in one of the few places that still bought happiness into her life. It was clichéd and completely and utterly uncool but she loved Glee Club, she loved singing, she loved dancing and she loved this damn choir room. In some aspects she still hated it but the good out shined the bad, it had too or she would have left a long time ago. Most of this hate came from blame, without Glee Brittany would have never of met Artie, she thought to herself absentmindedly. Without Glee I would of never been able to tell Brittany how I felt, she added with a sigh.

'Santana' a small voice broke through the sound of her sobs causing the ex-cheerleader to look up whipping her eyes and inhaling roughly through her nose.

'What do you want Yental?' she said putting her best bitch face on.

'I- I saw what happen outside, uh, with Brittany...' Rachel trailed off, not wanting to aggravate her previous tormentor too much.

'And?' she questioned again slowly becoming more infuriated by the diva's presents.

'And, I just wanted to check if you where okay?' Rachel finally managed to get out, slowly walking towards Santana who had now stood up.

'Well I'm fine, so fuck off back to your lollipop guild, munchkin.' she sneered pointing towards the choir room door, causing the smaller girl to stumble back. 'Oh my god Berry! What else do you want? Can you please just leave me alone!' Santana started again moving towards her target. Now they stood only centimetres apart, Rachel could feel Santana's hot breath on her skin; she risked making eye contact with her. Slowly their dark eyes met, Santana's filled with hurt and despair and Rachel's almost mirrored that. The diva allowed herself to smirk which was noticed quickly by the other girl, 'What?' she asked darkly.

'Well, it just... If I am a Munchkin, which would mean you are most defiantly the Wicked Witch...' she trailed off, the eyes she remained looking into grew darker.

'That's not even funny, like not one little bit.' Santana stated flatly, 'last chance, leave now or I will hurt you.'

'Santana, there is no need for violence.' Santana cocked an eyebrow and inhaled, her eyes still warning Rachel. 'Look, I just... I get what you're going through okay. I understand what it's like to be rejected by someone you love.'

'I don't give a fuck about what happening with you and Gigantor,'

'Not Fin-'

'And even if I did,' She continued not paying attention to the Rachel's attempt. 'It would not even come close to comparing to what I am going through.' Santana closed the gap between the two of them and placed her hands on either side of the smaller girls' shoulders. 'So, I'm sorry for this, but I fucking warned you.' Quickly she lifted Rachel and pushed her into a nearby wall; she winced and inhaled sharply from the impact. Santana held her in place allowing little movement, 'Now...' she reconnected the eye contact between them. 'Leave.' She lightly shook Rachel, 'Me.' this time harder, causing the girl to wince again. 'Alone!' Santana lifted her higher into the air before dropping her, she let out light yelp and leaned back onto the wall behind her. Once again the two girls made eye contact; Santana sneered and walked out of the choir room. Alone, Rachel curled herself into a small ball and began to cry.

With a tap of the gavel Quinn started the next celibacy club meeting, 'Right, well. Thank you all for coming today...' she trailed off. Not having to run one of these meetings in almost a year she was a bit rusty, she even felt an unusual twinge of nerves in her stomach. Puck cleared his throat beside her, almost trying to encourage her to continue. She held back the bitter laugh she felt riling up at the thought of Puck finally going celibate and continued 'Thank you for attending today's celibacy club meeting.' She tried to smile brightly at the assorted couples, but it fell short when compared to the usual twelve watt smile of Rachel Berry. 'Today we will go over ways to still, um... have "fun" without actually having to have...' this time it was her that cleared her throat.

'Where is Rachel?' Finally Sam asked her, the awkwardness building to be too much.

'I'm not exactly sure, she just didn't show up.' she responded quietly, looking back down at the pamphlets in front of her.

'She is in the choir room.' Santana said bluntly, filling her nails. Quinn's eyes shot up quickly to her waiting for more information. She ignored the eyes burning into her; never one to make things easy for anyone, especially Quinn.

Pinching the bridge of her nose lightly Quinn asked, 'How do you know that?'

'Because that's where I left her.' She responded half heartily, still focusing on her nails.

'What?' the whole group questioned.

'Jesus, we talked, I left, and she stayed there.' Santana finally looked up and locked eyed with the concerned Quinn. 'End of story.' she smirked.

'Fine,' Quinn stood up. 'Meeting over till next week.' She addressed the group as she moved to the door, 'No point without Rachel. See you at Glee.' She managed to get out before hurrying out.

Slowly everyone started to leave; Santana slowly let her eyes drift over to Brittany. The dancer was placed on Artie's lap, smiling. Upset and hurt, she too almost ran out the door. Maybe I do need Berry's fucking help; she mused, then forced herself to look away. Sam was standing behind the chair besides her waiting patiently for her to collect her things. Things were okay with them, neither really wanting to touch each other than for show and as long as he kept his mouth shut about comic books or video games Santana could handle being friendly with him.

'Ready to go?' he asked as she stood up, books in hand.

'Yeah, let's go.' She went to walk out but was stopped by Sam's hand on her shoulder.

'Carry your books?' She let out a smile as she extended the books towards him.

'I didn't know we had reverted back to the 90s.' She laughed lightly, he grinned at her. 'Thanks.'

Her eyes now dry; Rachel still remained on the floor of the choir room. With her back placed flush against the cool wall, she could feel her physical pain subsiding as if she had placed an icepack onto her swollen muscles. But still with every movement a sharp stabbing pain could be felt up her tail bone and some light bruising on her shoulders was already visible that would soon turn purple and dark. Grunting as she moved her left arm, she ghosted the imprints of Santana's nails in her shoulders, again she mentally kicked herself. She knew that Santana could very easily react this way, hurtful and closed off. But she thought, after everything that they had been through the past 2 years, that somehow, Santana would be willing to listen to her. Allow her to comfort her, help her. And they were brief moments where she could look at the girl and see that is all she wanted, a friend.

For the most part Rachel was unaware of what was truly going on between Santana and Brittany, she had known about the rumours that had been spread about them sleeping together. Every student, and even most of the faculty, had heard about it in some form or another; long before Will Schuester took over Glee Club. At the time Rachel thought nothing of it, her only interaction between her and Santana was the casual Slushy Facial and she never even got anywhere close to Brittany because of her fear of the former. But when the three cheerios joined Glee she finally was able to see the two girls as individuals.

Brittany turned out to be one of the finest dancers Rachel had ever had the joy of witnessing, even through her own years of training; some days she felt herself become envious of the talent before her. As the months went on and she watched more closely Rachel also found that past the sometimes slightly dim-witted persona that was Brittany was in her own way a very intelligent girl.

Santana for a long time kept up her bitch facade, never ever really allowing anyone to see past it let alone Rachel. Occasionally she would see the walls drop and a very open, loving Santana showed herself, always directed at Brittany. When she finally allowed herself to be open and deal with her feelings, things began to change for her and Rachel became more observant. When the two girls, with the help of Holly Holiday, sung Landslide, Rachel's suspicions were confirmed.

She thought it would be a pretty obvious as to what would happen now, Santana would confess her love to the dancing blonde and Brittany would leave Artie, living happily ever after; Santana shared this thought. So when Rachel saw what happen in the hall way she was shocked, even upset. She had been rooting for them, for Santana especially. Rachel knew how stupid it was that she would want someone who had showed her very little kindness in the past to be happy, to have love, but she couldn't find it inside her to want someone to be deprived of that. It seemed for Santana that Brittany was the only person that could do that for her.

So Rachel tried to help her. Rachel tried to show her that Brittany wasn't the only person in the world. Rachel tried to show her that she was hurting too, that she had been neglected and pushed to second place by the person she loved.

As if it had somehow summoned her Quinn appeared in the doorway of the choir room, her face flushed and a light sweat covering her brow. Cleaning the sweat off with the back of her hand and let out a large huff, as soon as she made it out of the Celibacy Club room she had started to sprint. She knew that she shouldn't see Rachel again, not after their last encounter but her worry was too large to be ignored. Quinn knew firsthand what damage Santana could do when she was emotional, and if the rumour was true then she would be ready to kill.

'Rachel?' she called out lightly, finally stepping into the room.

'Go away Quinn.' Rachel winced out. The blonde exhaled roughly and locked the door behind her. Slowly she walked towards the still familiar voice. With each step she felt her heart wrench, being alone with Rachel was never a good idea for her and she knew it. It was her number one rule, rules are meant to be broken, she spoke internally. Finally she stood in front of the beautiful mess that was Rachel Berry. 'I told you to leave.' she said flatly, meeting hazel eyes.

'I was worried.' it was all she could say, it was the truth. She bit her lip and diverted her watering eyes. No, she said, no be strong.

'No you're not.' Rachel sounded bitter, she felt bitter. She could taste it on her tongue, the bitterness and she hated it. She hated it all so much, she hated the fact that she felt hate and she hated Quinn for it.

'I am, I alwa-'

'No.' Rachel slowly began to get up, trying not to show the pain she was feeling. Their eyes met again when she stood, 'You don't get to worry about me.' Quinn tried to protest only be silenced again by the smaller girl only 10 centimetres away from her. 'You do not get to me to love you, then leave me, then ignore me and then get to worry about me. You just don't. You can't have everything.'

'I...' she breathe in deeply, Rachel's sweet scent flowed into her. 'I wanted you, just you.' she started. 'But I was scared, I am scared Rae.' she place her hand on the singers tanned cheek, her thumb lightly circling her cheek bone. 'I am so scared. I don't want to lose you.'

Rachel let out a tear from her dark eyes, which the blonde's fingers cleaned off softly. 'But you don't want to lose your stupid status at this stupid school either.' Quinn nodded her head shamefully. 'So, you break up with me and start dating Finn of all people just so that you can be the "Prom Queen".'

'Just- Just give me until the end of the year.' Quinn's emotions coming to breaking point, 'Please Rach, please.' she begged, pulling Rachel close to her causing her to again wince. 'Please... Please...' she mumbled into the girl's ear. Rachel dug her head deep into Quinn's chest, her arms remaining limp by her side. She continued her pleading; Rachel once again began to cry. This was all so fucked up, they both knew it but neither knew how to fix it.

Rachel pulled back, Quinn's arms still around her. She slowly slid her hands upwards so that both where holding on to both side of the porcelain skinned face. Their eyes met and Rachel leaned up and softly placed her lips onto Quinn's, brushing them briefly before pulling back so that their faces where only inches apart again. 'I love you so much Quinn. Can't you see that?' she questioned her. 'I love you so much and it's killing me. It's toxic. I know that we would be magical, that we would be that epic couple that everyone will say they want to be. When I look at you, when I am with you, when I kiss you I see our future and it's glorious.' Rachel brushed their lips again together again, this time lightly sucking on her plump lower lip.

Quinn allowed her to have all control, letting her progress the kiss. It was fuelled on love and need nevertheless remained controlled. Rachel wanted nothing more to just let go and kiss her with everything she could but the control was what was keeping her afloat. With a few more light movements between each girl's lips the singer's talented tongue slipped through into Quinn's mouth, deepening the kiss even further. Finally Rachel pulled back placing one final kiss on the now semi-swollen lips and placed their foreheads together. 'I don't understand why you can't see it too.' she looked at those hazel-green eyes again and pulled away from their owners embrace, quickly leaving before she broke down completely.

Quinn stood motionless for a good ten minutes before she finally let go. Taking the position that she found Rachel in, she finally allowed herself to cry.

AN: Reviews are lovely.
This might take awhile to update because of school and such, but I'll try my best.