AU: Hey guys! This is my newest fanfiction about brittana. I hope you like it! I'd love to read your feedback and I apologize for grammar or spelling mistakes. English isn't my first language and I had a beta for this, so I hope everything's okay so far! Love you 3 And Sammy? Thanks for all :*

You think I'm pretty, without any make-up on

You think I'm funny, when I tell the punchline wrong

You take a large sip of your beer. Slowly you begin to see everything twice. If only Brittany would know how right she is with her words. You look over to the stage, where the blonde is holding the microphone tightly between her hands. She's looking over the crowd while she's singing.

You've seen her many times already, up there on the stage. The first time you heard this certain blonde with ocean blue eyes humming a song, her voice was holding something magical. But as often as you've seen her, you've seen this blonde young man, too, and you suppose it's her boyfriend.

It's not that you hate him. Why so? He never really gave you a reason. But his big mouth and this freaking chamin' smile… Well, you just couldn't stand him.

Your vision is blurry and your eyes are glassy when Quinn appears next to you. She sits down on a chair and greets you. „Hey." Her eyes wander over your face and you know, that she knows how drunk you already are.

Now every February, you'll be my Valentine

Valentine

„What do you want, Fabgay?", you growl. She bothers you. All you want right now is to listen to Brittanys voice without being distracted.

„You're drunk", she says and tries to get your glass. But you're fast. You grab the cold drink and take another sip. „I dare you to try and take it away from me", you hiss. „It's mine."

„Santana!", she warns you. Her voice is thin and sharp. „Gimme your glass and let me get you home. It's pointless."

„Do you know what's pointless?", you growl again. This is the first time you look her in the eyes. „My fuckin' life!"

„If you keep drinking like this then yes, it will be. Please, let me help you", your best friend begs.

You snort. „Pssh, you can't help me. Nobody can."

Quinn is following your glance and looks straight to the stage.

You make me

Feel like I'm living a

Teenage dream

„Pointless", you mumble again. You follow Brittanys glance and see her boyfriend standing in front of the stage. He has his arms crossed in front of his chest and watches Brittany with a soft smile. Theres a rose in his hand and you shake your head. „So freaking charmin'."

„You know, back then you were like him", you can hear Quinn say. Her voice is softer than before and you can feel her looking at you.

„Yeah, back then", you whisper. „But it will never be like this again."

That's when you hear someone yelling ‚Boo' over and over again. You turn your head just to see some guys sitting at at table in the corner of the bar. As far as you can tell they're all football players. One of the guys is holding up his glass while yelling ‚Boo' again.

He laughs and shows Brittany his thumb down.

„What the fuck?", you mumble under your breath.

Brittany's still standing on stage, but her voice is getting lower and lower until she stops singing and watches them with glassy eyes. You were raging now and without even thinking about it you stood up.

„Where are you going?", Quinns voice sounds harsh and she starts to panic.

But you didn't care. Nobody would treat Brittany like this. And if her boyfriend isn't tough enough to protect his girlfriend, then it's your task. You would never let her get hurt and you don't even know why.

„Hey", your voice interrupts the group of football players. „You!", angry as you are, you're pointing with your finger at this ugly, fat, young man. He watches you with a lopsided grin. „Uh la, la", he winks at you. You feel like you're throwing up within seconds. Even if he would be the last man on earth, you wouldn't let him touch you.

You push him against the bench he's sitting on. His eyes are getting bigger and he stands up. „What the fuck are you doing, girl?!", he growls.

„That's a question I should ask you, dumbass!", you answer him.

„What's your problem, sweety?" He grins at you.

You are my problem", you tell him honestly. „You and your fuckin' family of apes."

His buddies let out an impressed ‚Ohhh', then they start laughing.

Meanwhile the other guests took notice of your little fight. They're watching you and even the music stopped playing. In the corner of your eyes, you can see Quinns scared face.

„What now?", he asks you cheeky and takes a step towards you. „Do you really believe that there's a chance you're stronger than me?"

You shove him back another time and he's getting more angry than before. A fact you are enjoying.

„Mhhh", you hum. „Do I? Guess so", you tease him.

„Santana!", Quinn tries to get your attention but you ignore her.

„Oh puh-lease", he breathes. „Don't tell me you liked this slut?"

That's it. He hasn't even said the word when your fist hit his face. Hard.

A sharp pain is making it's way up your arm while the man in front of you stumbles back and the table behind him breaks under his weigh.

You guess it's the owner of this bar who suddenly appears. He and some of his colleqes grab this man by the shoulders and make him and his friends leave the bar. When he returns, the man with the mohawk gives you his attention.

„Are you crazy?", he wants to know.

„What?", you roll your eyes. „He has started this!"

You've started this fight. You hit him first! I should've thrown you out, too!"

„Then why're you not doing it?"

He watches you some minutes intently, then he shrugs his right shoulder. „I needed a reason to throw him out a long time ago. Karofsky's a bad guy and he causes me so much trouble. I'm glad I could finally throw him out. So thank you."

You raise your eyebrow and he laughs. „I'm Puck."

He reaches out his hand and you shake it. „Santana."

„Are you fuckin' crazy?" It's Quinn. She sounds really angry and when she crosses her arms in front of her chest and snorts, you know she is. „He could've killed you!"

„Calm down, Fabgay", you shrug and roll your eyes. „He wouldn't because he's a total loser. He would never have the balls to touch me."

„You know what, Santana?", you're a little bit scared when Quinn speaks again. Her voice is thin and so small, you barely hear her. And you know that she's going to explode. „Fuck you. I am so sick and tired of your attitude."

You open your mouth to protest, but Quinn raises her hand and stops you. „Forget it, okay? I'm going home."

Quinn turns on her heels and leaves the bar. You're watching her with an open mouth and throw your head back. „Quinn", you whine. „Oh, come on!"

But Quinn's long gone.

You roll your eyes and turn to Puck. He seems a bit surprised about your little fight. You guess he didn't expected Quinn to be so aggressive and loud. You didn't expected her, either. You sigh. „I should follow her. See you."

In the corner of your eyes, you can see Brittanys impressed face. But there's also concern in it and you know that she somehow cares about you. It makes you proud of what you've done for her, when her boyfriend wasn't brave enough to help her. Instead he just stands next to her, his arm around her waist and hugs her tightly like he's scared she could run away.

It's hard for you to walk straight when you leave the bar. The alcohol makes it so much harder. Cold wind is hitting you in your face and your stomach begins to growl. You begin to see everything twice again while you're searching for Quinn.

But you can't find her.

„Quinn!", you shout. Some of the other people on the street are watching you but you don't give a fuck. You glare at them and make your way down the street. You're calling her name again and again but you don't get an answer.

When you get around the next corner, something hits you hard in your face. You stumble backwards and fall to the ground. The last thing you can see, before everything goes black, is Karofskys face and his lopsided grin.