The halls of McKinley were quiet. It wasn't surprising, classes had been over for quite some time. Santana Lopez was one of the few students who remained in the building. After being out on the football field, practicing an already perfected Cheerios routine, she approached her locker, pulling out a tube of lipgloss. The Latina rubbed the gloss on her lips before pressing them together, making sure it was even spread. Santana began throwing the contents of her bag into her locker, and no sooner did she begin, a familiar blonde appeared beside her.

"Hey Tana."

"Britt. Why the hell are you still here? The cripple couldn't drop you off?"

"San… Don't be so mean. Artie's awesome. But no, my watch told me it was noon. So I stayed in my English classroom. The janitor told me my watch was just broken. I thought it took a nap."

"You… what? Whatever."

Santana continued fiddling with things in her locker, and couldn't help feel Brittany's piercing blue eyes staring at her.

"Britt, what do you want? Can you stop staring at me?"

Truth was, Santana liked when Britt stared. The problem was, it was just a teasing move. Santana knew Brittany didn't want her. She wanted that god awful Stubbles McCripple Pants. Santana despised him, for that reason.

"Look, Santana…. I love you, I do. But I can't break up with Artie, it isn't right. Im sorry. I know you're mad at me.. Just… try to understand."

Brittany sighed heavily and walked away leaving Santana looking baffled at her locker. Santana tried to get it through her mind. Sure, Brittany loved her. She loved Brittany back. But they had no chance. Brittany and Artie were obviously meant for each other, and because Brittany was her best friend, Santana had to learn to accept it and move on.

Slamming her locker shut, Santana blinked back tears. She didn't want to let Brittany be with Artie. All she wanted was for Brittany to be hers, and only hers. She didn't understand why everything had to be so difficult for her.

Santana slid her body down the lockers until her bum was touching the floor. She really was happy no one was around. She brought her knees up to her chest and sobbed quietly. The Cheerio hated showing weakness and vulnerability. It made her seem soft, when she tried to come off as cold and heartless. She was deep in thought when she felt a pair of strong arms engulf her, and a familiar voice broke through the sound of her sobs.

"San?"

Santana looked up to see none other than Finn Hudson.