This is my first attempt at a Glee Fanfiction. I hope you enjoy it. It is a Brittana Fanfic.
Chapter one:
"'I thought you loved me?' she said emotionless. 'Yeah, well I was out of my mind,'"
I do love you Britt. That's what I wanted to say. I wish I said it. Why didn't I? If I want her all to myself then I should have told her the truth. Should I talk to her about my feelings, Like she does with Artie? Artie. Mr. McCripple Pants? I wants to gets my lesbian ons. With him around i can't have Britt.
'Britt!' When she turned round at the sound of her name everything went into slow-mo-mode. Her blonde locks swung round above her head. She gazed aimlessly passed my face. I suddenly remembered I was annoyed at her. Or was she annoyed at me? I don't remember.
'Santana, I thought you hated me,' Her knuckles were turning white as she gripped her pink folders. I've never seen her this way. My eyes started to prick with tears.
'I could never hate you, Britt-Britt,' the blonde smiled the same smile that only makes me want to hug her forever. I jumped forward towards her and wrap my arms around her waist. I stay there until the tears have dissapeared completly. 'I'm sorry,' I look down at my feet.
'I want you Santana, you have to know that,' Her smile fades slowly as she starts to turn serious. 'but I can't leave Arite, not now,' She reaches up to her face to tuck a lock of her blonde hair behind her ear. 'I hope you understand,'
'Yeah, I understand,' I start to get the same feeling as I did yesturday. I will never be good enough for her. I will never be her...her Artie. 'Have fun with your Boyfriend,' When I look back I can tell how harsh I must have sounded. 'I don't want you anyway. Did you honestly think I...loved you? Don't be stupid,' The words tasted sour in my mouth as soon as the shot out. The blonde burst into a frenzy of hiccups and snorts. Through her sniffling she managed to spit out :
'You were the only one who never said that to me,' She ran off in the direction of either the bathroom or Artie. I'm not sure where he was or where she was going, to be honest. My eyes blurred up with tears, i turned around swiftly and bumped in Mr. Schue.
'Hi, Santana, are you alright? You look upset,' I wiped my eyes and pushed his chest.
'I'm fine, leave it,' I walked in what I think was the oppisite direction of the way Britney went.
If you liked this, please let me know! I will probably be writing some more.