"God, Brittany -why are you so stupid?!" Artie Abrams' harsh voice could be heard down the hall, over the chaotic chatter of the students of William McKinley High, to Santana Lopez. His tone was quick and harsh and she heard every word. Well she was eavesdropping in on Artie and Brittany in the first place but, still, he had no reason to talk to Brittany like that.
Santana's dark chocolate eyes flashed up to the two, her gaze falling upon Brittany instantly; watching as large tears began to well-up in the perky blonde's blue eyes. Brittany's face fell and her lips began to quiver as the tried to fight the tears but, slowly, one slipped through and she broke down.
"You were the only person at this school who hadn't called me that!" she cried, turning turning away from the boy in the wheelchair, running down the hall.
Santana slammed her locker shut and strutted angerly over to Artie's chair, blocking his wheel with her foot as he tried to leave. "Nice going, four eyes! What's wrong with you? How could you say that to Brittany?!" she hissed at him, her brown eyes narrowing down to him in a protective glare.
Artie sighed at Santana and quietly wheeled past her. She scoffed and watched him roll down the hall, cursing at him under her breath as he left.
The third block class bell rang through the halls of WMHS and Santana turned the corner of the hall, ditching the judgmental looks of the teachers that still roamed the hall. She wasn't going to bother going to class, instead she headed in the opposite direction -to the girl's bathroom.
As she entered the bathroom, she could make out several quiet sniffles.
"Britt?" Santana whispered, and the crying paused.
Yep, it was her. She followed the from where the sound had cam from, walking to the last stall. Carefully she knocked at the door.
"Brittany, open up. I saw what happened -Artie had no right to say that to you!" Only silence followed. Brittany sat still on the closed lid of the toliet in the stall, looking down at the floor.
Santana sighed, "Com'on, Brit-Britt. Please, open the door."
Slowly the bathroom stall unlocked and Brittany peeked out at Santana. Her pretty blue eyes had become red and puffy from the crying and black circles were left around her eyes from smeared mascara. Santana wrapped her arms around her, holding her close. Brittany slumped into the smaller girl's embrace, burrying her face into Santana's neck. Santana petted at her shoulder-length blonde locks, smoothing it down out of it's messy state caused from all her crying.
"Britt, why don't we just skip gym class today?" she lifted the blonde's chin up, wiping away some of the running mascara from under her eyes.
"But coach Sue will get mad." Britt sniffled back.
"Screw her!" Santana smirked, taking Brttany's hand in her own. "She gets enough of our time in Cheerios practice. The old battle axe won't have a stroke if we miss one class." Brittany shrugged, thinking it over.
". . we can go to Breadstix -my treat." Santana added in with a smile.
Brittany giggled and nodded, squeezing Santana's hand tenderly. "Okay, let's go!" She smiled, tugging Santana along and out of the bathroom. The slender Latina smiled up at her now cheery friend, happy to see her tears wiped away.
More coming soon. This dates back a few seasons ago, I know but I like their relationship back then. I plan on writing more fanfics of Brittana, working my way up to where they are now in season four. I hope you guys like it. This is my first post on here! Enjoy, and please leave your feedback. My inbox is always open!
Thanks,
Mercedes D. Mac