So, I have sorta had this idea for a while. I think Santana deserves to be happy, and while I love Brittany, and I love their friendship, I don't really want them together. Blasphemous I know. I'm not opposed to it or anything, I just would rather San get with a new girl and start a relationship fresh. So I figured...why wish for it? I'm taking it right where the finale left off, just pretending that it is not summer and classes are still going on. Everything that happened on the show, happened here. Hope you enjoy! Please review and let me know what you think!
Disclaimer- I don't own Glee. That horrendous "New York" song would have never been allowed otherwise.
Santana burst into the bathroom fighting off tears. Hearing the click of shoes behind her, she quickly threw herself into a stall and locked it. She heard Brittany following her but did her best to muffle her sobs.
"San? Come on, please? I'm sorry. It just slipped out. No one cares." Santana ignored her and focused on being as quiet as she possibly could. It wasn't working all that well. "San? Will you please talk to me?" Brittany asked again. "Please?" Brittany slid down and sat on the nasty bathroom floor determined to wait until her friend came out to talk to her. "I can sing you a song!" Brittany spent the next few minutes singing random lyrics and dancing in the bathroom until Sue Sylvester ran into the bathroom and told her to shut the hell up.
"Sorry Coach."
"I'm not your coach anymore."
"Oh, right. Sorry...wait, what's your name?" Sue scoffed and walked away. Brittany was left to ponder by herself. "Santana. I have to go to class. Come get me if you want okay?" Santana didn't answer. "Love you." Brittany said softly as she left.
When she finally heard the door close Santana let it all out. Her sobs were painful and loud. She must have looked horrible but she didn't care, she just cried. It had been built up for a long long time. She was still pissed about losing Nationals, and technically she was "dating" Karofsky. She had Brittany had sort of officially stated they were "just friends". Santana was still heartbroken and Brittany realized it, but there really wasn't much either could do. No, that's a lie. Santana could tell everyone she was a lesbian and Brittany might date her, but she didn't see that happening. She knew Britt loved her, but she also could see that the love wasn't the same that Santana felt for her. Brittany was clearly still harboring feelings for Artie. It killed Santana, but she had accepted it. She and Britt were best friends. Always would be. They would always love each other, and be there for each other. Eventually, Santana would find someone else to love, who loved her back the same way, but until then, life fucking sucked. Life fucking sucked and Britt had sort of accidentally told the glee club that Santana was gay. Not on purpose, and in retrospect, she wasn't sure if any of them realized what Britt had been saying. It was just the principal of the thing. She was pissed and sad and hurt and life fucking sucked.
Santana came out of the bathroom stall and went to splash some cold water on her face. She heard the door open and sighed.
"B, I am really not in the mood to talk about it right now okay? I'm not mad at you, just please leave me alone."
"Names not B." Santana whipped her head around and gave a slight gasp. Mostly of shock at not seeing Britt, somewhat because the girl was hot. Short curly dark brown hair, pale skin, some freckles, blue-green eyes, bit of a small pointy nose, great bod. Santana unconsciously smiled.
"What? Who the fuck are you?" She accused.
"Who the fuck are you?" The girl asked right back. Santana was shocked. No one challenged Santana Lopez, not even a hot girl. She lifted her eye brow and moved forward, happy that she had an inch or so on the girl. Granted, she was wearing heels today...but still. It made her feel more intimidating.
"I asked you first." She glared. The girl gave a small laugh and a sincere smile.
"Fair enough. I'm Kate. You?"
"Santana."
"Hey." She said cheerfully and went to the sink. "Some douchebag threw a slushie at this tall gawky kid and some of it got on my shirt. What a fucker. Who does that?"
"Everyone." Kate looked up at Santana confused. "Here anyway. Its a favorite form of torture. You new?" Kate nodded.
"So, you okay?" She asked. Santana gave the girl one of her famous glares.
"Listen Freckles, I know that you are new here and all, but you needs to get something straight. I am Santana fucking Lopez, and you can fuck of with the 'are you okay' shit. I am always okay. Got it?"
"My bad, where I'm from crying alone in a bathroom stall in the middle of class and telling some random person named B that you are fine and just don't wanna talk about it, means that you are the opposite of okay. But you know, whatever floats your boat." She shrugged and tried to wipe the cherry slushie off of her Beatles t-shirt. It wasn't exactly working.
"Jesus fuck come here, let me do it." Santana yelled in frustration. She reached out and took hold of the t-shirt and yanked the girl to her. Scrubbing roughly at the fabric with the paper towels, she was actually making some progress. Kate gave a sigh of relief.
"I would have been royally pissed. This is my favorite t-shirt." Santana lifted her brow again. "If you are about to tell me that you don't like the Beatles, I will smack the shit out of you right now. I don't care about Santana fucking Lopez shit. I will beat your ass." Santana looked like she was about to kill Kate, but then smiled.
"The Beatles are cool. Chill out." Kate smiled and Santana released her shirt. She realized then how close she had pulled the girl to her. "But lets be clear, I would win in a fight. I'm from Lima Heights." It was Kate's turn to lift her brow in confusion this time. "Bad shit goes down." Santana explained.
"Ah. Gotcha." They paused for a second longer in uncomfortable silence. Santana kept glancing over at the girl and noticing different things about her. Her nail polish was electric blue, she was wearing bright green high top chuck taylors, skinny jeans and her Beatles t-shirt. She had some bracelets that were the handmade kind. Different color strings that you braid together. Santana and Brittany used to do that all the time when they were little. It made her smile. "So, are you actually okay? Like you said, I'm new. I know nothing about you, therefore I pose no real threat. Its like if you were to go to a therapist or something. You can tell them anything cause you don't know them There is no reason to be scared. Its like that...sorta." Santana laughed. For some reason, she liked this girl. And she generally hated everyone.
"I like someone, and they don't really like me back. Not in the same way." Kate nodded.
"That blows. I know the feeling. My ex-girlfriend and I kinda went though that. Nothing fun about it." Santana looked up at Kate in complete shock. Kate either wasn't phased or didn't notice. "So, you know where the choir room is? I am looking for a girl named Rachel Berry and I was told that I could probably find her there." Santana was still stuck on the word ex-girlfriend and breathing was becoming difficult. Managing words was going to prove to be much harder. But, this was Santana fucking Lopez, nothing was too hard for her.
"Berry? What do you want to find Berry for?"
"To talk to her."
"Why? God I actively avoid the dwarf at all costs. Especially now. I've got a Rachel Berry voodoo doll!" Kate looked mildly angry at that and Santana became confused. "What do you want to see Berry for? Oh shit, she's not your ex is she? Santana almost shuddered at the horror of that thought. Kate simply laughed.
"No. My ex is at my old school. Rachel is my sister." With that, she gave a very shocked Santana a smile and walked out of the bathroom.
"The fuck!" Santana yelled.