So this is my first Glee fic so I hope its not too bad, let me know? And I obviously don't own Glee otherwise I know who'd have ended up together instead of Finchel :P
"So you agree we should let them know? To, you know, make everything better after our awesome defeat at Nationals?"
Santana had, grudgingly, come around to Brittany's idea of the Glee club being some kind of twisted and dysfunctional family. Only now she was being manipulated by the blonde, of all people, into sharing this secret revelation with the rest of the club as no-one had really fully recovered from their crushing defeat. She wasn't sure whether it was the genuine hope in Brittany's eyes or the way she was clutching to the Latina's hands for dear life, but Santana was finding it hard to deny the girl her one wish yet she'd openly deny that should it be mentioned to anyone outside of her and Britt. Unwillingly, she found herself nodding her head, agreeing to divulge her in this one simple act and stand beside her as she announced to the entire club that she had officially claimed them as her family whether they liked it or not. She refused to think about how disgusting the reality of that idea was as they'd all dated each other at one point or another in their school lives, heck even Kurt had made out with Brittany in an attempt to rid himself of the gayness he claimed had plagued him since he'd been brought his first tea set and had sat down to brunch with his favourite group of Dolls.
The blonde in question just grinned at her in delight before skipping off towards the choir room, a put-out Santana following in her wake, the pair of them still joined at the hands not that either were complaining of course.
The "Gleeks" had all arranged to meet in the choir room at the end of the day for their final meeting of the school year, so Santana was not surprised to see them all sitting in the places they'd occupied throughout the entire year. Quinn was pulling nervously at the short strands of what was left of her long golden locks whilst Mercedes reassured her that the look suited her. That was, yet another, one of Santana's great idea's, the cutting of hair to rid herself of the post-breakup depression that Quinn had decided to drown herself in. Puck was slouched in his chair next to Zizes, not looking at all bothered by her current fixation on the school's newest wrestling star who had parked himself outside the door to Schuster's choir room as he unloaded his backpack into one of the worst lockers in the school, well that's what you got for transferring into a high school at the end of the year. Tina and Mike were making cute kissy faces in the corner of the room, making Santana feel sick to her stomach at the sappy show of affection. Sam was plucking away at one of the schools horribly tuned guitars, trying to rectify the damage that had already been done to the strings whilst trying to keep up with Kurt who was rambling on about some new designer, whose new range would suit trouty mouth perfectly, forgetting that the blonde wasn't exactly loaded at the moment. Rachel and Finn were almost as sickening at the Asian Duo, sitting there with their hands clasped, like anyone had expected anything different. They were doomed to repeat history and in a few months the club would be hearing painfully, emotive songs that described yet another break up. Not that she was going to tell the brunette that, as much as she disliked the girl she deserved some form of happiness. And as for Artie, well he was staring dumbly at Brittany, a stupid lovesick look plastered across his face as the two stood in front of the room, Brittany clearing her throat loud enough to grab everyone's attention.
"Guys, Santana and I have something we'd like to tell you" Eleven confused faces turned to look at the pair who were now holding pinkies, the trademark of their long friendship. Brittany turned to look at her, the first sign of nervousness showing as she searched her face for the reassurance that Santana would undoubtedly grant her. A slight nod of the head gave her that, her dark hair bouncing around her face. Taking a deep breath she continued with what she'd started. "We've decided you guys are our family. I know we fight and steel each other's boyfriends and girlfriends, and one of us threatens to quit, like, every other week, but… weird stuff like that happens in families right? Family is a place where everyone loves you no matter what, and they accept you for who you are. I know I'm gonna be a bridesmaid at Mike and Tina's wedding. And that I'm gonna be anxiously waiting just like everyone else to see if their babies are Asian, too. When they find an operation to make Artie's legs work again, I'm gonna be there for his first steps" She quoted her earlier speech and whilst Santana waited for the speech to draw to a close she found herself listening to new words trailing after the sentences she'd listened to earlier. "I know that when Sam's family gets back on their feet I'm going to be at their new house warming party and when Kurt and Blaine adopt a child, we'll be at its first birthday party. When Finn finally realizes it'll always be Quinn, both me and Santana will be there, waiting with ice cream because Rachel really doesn't deserve it but it'll be alright because Puck'll save the day and we'll be there when she finally see's what was always right in front of her. And when Lauren decides the new guy is her perfect match both in and out of the ring we'll be there at their first fight and when Mercedes decides to tell us about her and Sam, I know I'll be cheering. We love you guys, we love everyone in Glee club and we get to spend another year with you guys so losing wasn't really all that bad." She flashed them one of her megawatt smiles as she looked them all in the eyes. Eleven pairs of eyes, staring at her blankly, wondering what on earth she was on about.
Santana could hardly believe her ears as Brittany declared that Finn would dump Rachel, thoughts she had herself only a few moments ago but to declare them in front of the club only a few hours after Finchel had restarted surely insane, but this was Brittany, what had she expected. But Zizes dumping Puck? Sam and Mercedes? Rachel and Puck? Adoption? That was not going to go down well with the club and as Finn shot Quinn a curious look which Rachel quickly clocked she could tell, hell was about to break loose.