Santana held her arm up for permission to go to the bathroom. But of course, it was just so she could get out of class for a few minutes. She walked down the hall slowly, with her destination set in place. As she neared closer to the hallway in which the bathroom was, she heard someone talking.
The closer she got, the more she could make out what was being said. She turned the corner to see Artie and Tina talking. Santana automatically backed up around the corner, to hear what was being said.
"Tina, I feel guilty, but at the same time the longer it goes on, I just don't care." Artie spoke quietly.
"Oh my god, he is cheating on Brit." Santana thought to herself.
"I know Artie, I feel the same way. Listen, I need to get back to class. So will I see you afterschool?" Tina whispered.
"Of course woman." Artie replied.
Tina quickly kissed Artie and walked towards Santana's hiding spot.
"Oh crap! What do I do?" Santana thought again.
So she quickly rounded the corner, knocking into Tina.
"Oh Santana! I am so sorry." Tine apologized quickly, not making eye contact with Santana.
Santana brushed herself off. "It's fine, just watch where you are going next time Asian." Santana brushed past Tina and darted her eyes to the back of Artie's head, who was already at the end of the other hallway.
Santana immediately though about Brittany and what Artie was doing to her, and Brit had no clue.
Of course Santana was hurt but her best friend after confessing her love to her a few weeks back, but she still loved her and didn't want her to get hurt. Even if it did mean helping out her relationship with Artie.
So her pace quickened, and in no time at all she caught up with Artie. Stopping his wheel chair with her foot, and placing both her hands on the arm rests of his chair, leaning over to come nose to nose with him.
"Wheels, fancy meeting you here." She smirked, raising her eyebrows. "I have a question to ask you."
He gulped, looked up to meet her eyes. "I don't know what class Brittany has right now, sorry." He tried to roll away but Santana had a firm grip on his wheelchair.
"That not what I was going to ask." She rolled her eyes. "She has Spanish by the way, some boyfriend you are." She scoffs.
"So then….what did you need?" He asks quietly.
"Does Brit know?"
Artie gives her a questioning but nervous look.
"Does she know about your little after school flings with lady Asian?"
"I don't know what you are talking about." He looks around, hoping for an escape.
"Oh come on! I heard you guys just now. This better stop now, because Brittany wont figure 'this' out on her own, she has too much trust in people to know their stabbing her in the back, so that's why I am here." Santana stares intensely into his eyes, like she was trying to burn a hole through his head.
"Where are you going with this Santana?"
"I am not going to tell her, but if you hurt her, I won't restrain myself from hitting a cripple. This is you first and only warning wheels." Santana stands up straight, crossing her arms across her chest. "Do I make myself clear?"
"Crystal clear." He quickly rolls away down the hall, not once looking back at her.
"God I hate him even more now." She says to herself.
Yeah he is the sole reason that Santana isn't with Brittany right now, but if she couldn't be with Brit, then she would hope someone else would treat her good.
Santana fiddles with her lock, trying to get it open.
"Urgghh. Why does this have to be so freaking stubborn!" She yelled, making some freshman look at her like some science experiment.
Next thing she knew, Brittany appeared next to her. "Hey." She smiled softly, the kind of smile that would make Santana weak in the knees. "Did the goblins rig your locker again?"
This comment could only make her smile. "Yeah, they did. Finally!" She yelled out, opening her locker to put her Biology textbook in.
"So I was wondering….we haven't hung out a lot lately, do you want to get ice cream after school?" Brittany asks, with a look like she was afraid of her response.
"You're not hanging out with your boyfriend?" The shorter girl asked, with resentment in her voice. She turns to face Brittany. "Sorry, I didn't mean to go off just now….sure, I would love to get ice cream with you. I will meet you there after Glee club."
Brittany's face lit up. "Thank you so much San!" She hugs her and takes off towards her next class.
"Um Britt?" Santana calls after her.
The blonde turns quickly to her. "Yes?"
"You have English. That way." Santana points in the opposite direction the blonde was going.
"Oh, what would I do without you?" Brittany laughs.
"Not get to class?" Santana returns the laugh.
Santana sat at a picnic bench outside of the ice cream store. It was sunny outside, and she had she huge sunglasses on.
Brittany pulled up in her car, jumping out quickly running towards Santana.
Yes they just had Glee, but they never sit together anymore, not since Artie came into the picture.
"Here, I got your favorite." Santana handed her a cone, of strawberry.
"Thank you." Brittany smiled big. "Nice glasses."
"They are my favorite." She smiled back. "So where is stubbles…eeer Artie?"
"He said he had plans, so I am guessing he is at Pucks house playing Halo." Brittany had a disappointed look on her face.
"Or he is cheating on you…." Santana mumbles into her ice cream.
"What?" Brittany asked, as she ate her ice cream.
"Um, nothing." Santana said quickly.
"Can I ask you a question?"
"Sure, ask me anything." The latina smiled.
"I know I asked you before, but are you mad at me? We used to be really close…" Brittany looked into Santana's sunglasses, hoping she could see her brown eyes.
"Britt, I could never be mad." She half smiled, at the question that she didn't want to answer.
Brittany reached across the table, to take Santana's sunglasses off. "I want to see your brown eyes. I love them."
Santana sighed, letting her eyes meet Brittany's.
"So you don't hate me?" Brittany asked.
"Britt, I could never ever hate you. Don't you remember a few weeks ago? Landslide."
"How could I forget? I am not that stupid." Brittany let her emotion in her face fall.
"Who said you were stupid?" Santana let her voice rise.
"Never mind…." Brittany let her voice fade out.
"So you said Artie is with Puck?" Santana asked again.
"I think. Why? You never care what Artie does." Brittany handed Santana her sunglasses back.
"Nothing, listen I had fun but I really need to get home." The latina stood up suddenly.
Brittany followed her lead. "I miss you San." The blonde looked like she was going to cry.
"Britt, I didn't mean to make you upset." She walks over to Brittany's side of the table.
"I miss you. I miss our visits to the duck pond, you lady kisses, how you make sure I go to the right class…." She softly hugs the latina.
"I need to go." She pulls from Brittany's embrace, leaving her alone as she drove away.