WARNING: This oneshot DOES have spoilers! So if you have yet to see "Sexy", then don't read this, because I don't want to ruin anything for you. If you still want to read this, then it's not my fault that you know what happened. . Just sayin'.
So if you haven't watched yet, and you don't want it to be spoiled, then honestly, just stop reading right now. Go back and read something else. Or go back and WATCH THE AMAZING EPISODE. Because seriously, its amazing. My favorite episode so far. Seriously.
But for those of you who did watch, enjoy this. :) It's about what happens after the locker scene. It starts off right there.
I was really happy with the way the episode was, involving the whole Brittana thing. Even how the locker scene ended. I believe that their story would've just ended right there if Brittany had broken up with Artie for her. And although I CAN'T WAIT to see them together, in the romantic relationship way, I'm still super stoked on how this went.
Okay. I'm done talking now. Go ahead and read. And please review. :) DO IT FOR BRITTANA!
Santana Lopez saw her at her locker. Her. The girl she was terribly, disgustingly in love with. The girl she always sort of secretly known she had a thing for. But she never wanted to be with Santana because she wouldn't talk about anything. So she had to be okay with just making out and the occasional times that they had sex.
But like Santana preached, sex wasn't dating. Although she wished.
But she was with someone, and so was Santana. Santana's boyfriend, Sam Evans, was slowly but surely climbing his way up the social ladder. But her boyfriend was - in all honesty - a nobody. AV and glee club didn't make him popular. Neither did being in a wheelchair.
And that's what Santana didn't get. She was popular. They were both popular. And Artie Abrams wasn't. He was a nerd. He wore big, square glasses. He wore bowties and suspenders. For Christ's sake, he was in a damn wheelcair. But she apparently saw past all that. She didn't want to date him for his popularity. Unlike Santana, she was totally fine with dating someone who wasn't popular. Unlike Santana, she was okay with dating someone who would rather play with a video camera than play with his girlfriend. Unlike Santana, she didn't mind dating someone who couldn't walk. Unlike Santana, she was happy with doing all the work.
Santana took in a breath. She had wanted to do this for a while, but nothing gave her the courage to until they sang together in glee club. That was when she decided to stop being a bitch, and to start being honest. Honest about things that mattered.
Slowly, she walked up to her. She was so cute, with her long blonde hair and her Cheerios paraphernalia taking up the area of the inside of her locker. She really was beautiful, the Latina admitted to herself. In fact, she was beyond beautiful, if that was even possible. Brittany Pierce was just the most amazing, most beautiful, and most lovable person on Earth, at least in her eyes. And Santana decided it was time to let her know, honestly.
"Hi," Santana said, folding her hands in front of her. Brittany looked up from her locker, and her blue eyes met the brunette's brown ones.
"Hey." She said, giving her a small smile.
"Can we talk?" Said Santana, feeling more nervous than she ever has before going to a cheer competition or performing a song in glee club. Brittany closed her geometry book and placed it in her locker, her brow arching.
"But we never do that."
Santana followed her hand into her locker, a tiny smile pulling at her lips when she saw a picture of herself. "Yeah, I know. But, umm...I wanted to thank you, for performing that song with me in glee club."
Brittany nodded. "Yeah."
"I guess it made me do a lot of thinking. And what I've realized is why I'm such a bitch all the time." She stopped to read Brittany's face, and she got a mixture of confusion and desire. "I'm a bitch because I'm angry. I'm angry because I have all of these feelings..." She tore her eyes away to watch a guy walk past. Not so much to check him out - in fact, not that at all - but to make sure he hadn't been listening.
"...Feelings for you, that I'm afraid of dealing with, because I'm afraid of dealing with the consequences. And Brittany, I can't go to an Indigo Girls concert. I just can't."
Brittany nodded again. "I understand that."
"Do you understand what I'm trying to say here?" Santana asked, and Brittany started to nod once more, before she finally just shook her head.
"No. Not really."
A small sigh escaped from the brunette's lips, and she took a step closer to her best friend.
"I wanna be with you. But, I'm afraid of the talks, and the looks. I mean, you know what happened to Kurt at this school."
"But honey, if anybody were to ever make fun of you, you would either kick their ass or slash them with your vicious, vicious words."
Santana had a few stray tears rolling down her cheeks now. She sniffled. "Yeah, I know, but...I'm so afraid of what everyone will say behind my back. But still, I have to accept that...that I love you. I love you, and I don't want to be with Sam, or Finn, or any of those other guys. I just want you."
Brittany's expression was now blank, and Santana shook her head to clear herself of the worry.
"Please say you love me back." She said, her voice actually showing vulnerability for the first time. "Please."
Brittany gave a smile. "Of course I love you." She said, without a hint of sarcasm or confusion. Santana felt her heart flutter. All the times that Brittany had said those three words, she never knew what they meant to her. But now that it was all out in the open, and now that she understood, Santana was more than relieved to know that Brittany loved her back, in the romantic sense of the word, in the more-than-friends sense of the word.
"I do," She added, and the Latina felt her cheeks burn and turn a rosy pink. "And I'd totally want to be with you," she continued, "..if it weren't for Artie."
Santana felt her stomach drop. She thought she was going to die. Artie? Really? Artie?
She had no words. Nothing was even in her mind right now. She had almost forgotten how to breathe.
"A-Artie?" She finally choked out, hiding her vulnerability behind a mask of tears. Brittany nodded.
"I love him too. I don't wanna hurt him. That's not right. I can't break up with him-"
"Yes you can!" Santana squeaked. "He's just a stupid boy!"
"But it wouldn't be right." Said the blonde, her mind seeming to be made up on its own. "Santana, if Artie and I were to ever break up, and I'm lucky enough that you're still single," She attempted to grab Santana hand, which was crossed in front of her chest, but Santana snatched it away and gave her the most threatening glare she could muster with her tears.
"Don't."
"I'm so yours. Proudly so."
Santana rolled her eyes, her breath staggering.
"Yeah. Wow. Who ever thought that being fluid meant you could be so stuck?" She said. Brittany soaked in the words, but didn't change her mind.
"I'm sorry." She said, and stepped into the girl, wrapping her arms around her. Santana felt the soft, familiar touch and wrenched herself away.
"Get off me!" She sniffled. The Cheerio dropped her arms back to her sides. She watched - motionless, speechless, breathless - as Santana walked quickly away from her. Her heart seemed heavy, and she felt really bad for what had just happened. She heard the bell ring as the brunette disappeared behind a corner. She chewed on her lower lip, and slammed her locker shut.
"...Shit!" She cursed under her breath, and brought her hands up to her eyes when she felt a tear fall. Her back fell into the wall of lockers as she slumped down onto the floor. Sixth period could wait, her emotions were way more important right now. She didn't want to go to glee club because she knew that Santana would be there, crying, giving her dirty looks the whole time. Or she wouldn't be there, which would be even worse because then Brittany wouldn't be able to know just how bad she had hurt her best friend.
She sniffled and wiped her nose with the back of her hand. Students walking through the halls stepped around her. No one stopped. No one cared. Just like Brittany hadn't cared about Santana's feelings.
"Goddamn you, San!" She said in between sobs. "Look at what you made me do."
Santana stormed into the auditorium. It was the only safe place at school that sge knew of. A bathroom wouldn't be private, opposed to the auditoium which was very private, since there was no one else there. She heard her sobs echo off of the walls as she curled herself up onto a red flip-down seat in the front row. She let her head fall on top of her arms, which were crossed on top of her knees.
"I fucking knew I shouldn't have done that." She sniffled. "I should've known that she'd just...shoot me down and not even care like I'm some kind of rag doll." She wiped her cheeks with her finger tips, wiping away the wetness like a windshield wiper.
"God, I'm so fucking stupid."
"You're not stupid." She heard from behind her, in a very distinct voice. She quickly put up a wall and whipped her head around.
"What are you doing here, Berry?" She snapped, making out the girl's small frame walking on the stage.
"Well, this isa public auditorium for any students in this school who wish to use it. And right now I'm using it, as I wish." She said. She hit a button on a small remote and a few theatrical lights flicked on. Santana squinted and shilded her eyes from the sudden brightness.
"Whatever." She mumbled, and stood up to leave.
"Santana, wait." Rachel said, coming to the edge of the stage now. "I'm not a therapist or anything, and I really don't have any experience in love and dating, seeing as my first boyfriend broke up with me after two days. Then my next one was actually just pretending to like me to spy. Then the next relationship was with a guy I cheated on. Then I thought I was in love with a guy who turned out to be gay. And I'm still not too sure and what to call what happened between me and Noah," she said reflectively. "But I've been told I do know how to make things feel alright. And even bearable, as wild as that sounds."
Santana kept her back to Rachel and shook her head. "I don't want your help." She said. Rachel jumped off of the ledge and stepped to her.
"Listen, I know that you don't like me, for whatever reason. Maybe because I stole Finn. Maybe because you're jealous of my talent. Maybe because-"
"Because you annoy the piss out of me," Santana offered, and Rachel nodded.
"Yes. All of that. But I don't like to see my fellow glee clubbers like this."
"Why? Because you think I'll quit, and then we won't be able to go to regionals?" She asked, turning around.
"No. Because I actually care about you." She said, looking honestly into her eyes. "All of you guys. I consider you all as my friends. And you're honestly the only friends I've ever had, who could actually put up with me at my worst."
Santana couldn't help but stifle a laugh. Rachel was really annoying, but what she was saying was true. And quite frankly, the people in glee club were Santana's only true friends as well.
"So I think that me and you should, you know, talk. Not as enemies, not as fellow artists, but as friends."
Santana looked around the room. There was just enough light coming from behind Rachel that she could see the look on her face. And it was pure, and honest, and not decieving at all. Santana actually felt safe.
"Okay. Fine." She said, and Rachel smiled softly.
She showed herself to a seat in one of the rows and Santana followed, her arms crossed defensively over her chest. It was purposely; it was just a habit of hers. She sat down next to the smaller girl.
"Okay. Now." She clasped her hands together on her lap and turned her body to face Santana. "What happened?"