Hi guys! This is my first fanfiction I've ever written for, well, anything and I hope you like it! I love Glee even though I've only recently started watching it haha, but I hope you enjoy :) All mistakes are mine since I don't have a beta and I apologize if the characters are a bit OOC *rubs neck sheepishly* Enough from me, on with the story!
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or these following characters otherwise stated. They belong to Fox and Ryan Murphy.
"San, it's been an hour. She's not coming."
The barman slash owner of The Puckasaurus muttered softly as he wiped down some glasses. He glanced at his famous singer friend, Santana Lopez, who was nursing her third glass of beer. All he saw was a empty shell of his former best friend, eyes glazed over and blank. She stared at the glasses behind him aimlessly. He always thought Santana and Brittany would stay together, no matter what. Hadn't they always been that way since their days in McKinley High?
He knew, he knew all along. No matter how tough Santana acted, she always had her weak points. She had more than one Achilles heel, if you knew how and where to look. But she had Brittany then. Brittany smoothed over all her cracks and flaws, and she brought out the best in Santana, although that inadvertently turned Brittany into Santana's biggest weakness. Without Brittany, she was lost. Puck looked at Santana once more and thought she wouldn't reply to his earlier statement. He was wrong.
"She could be caught in a traffic jam. Or maybe she forgot where she left her car keys. She always did." A part of Santana knew that she was lying to herself, but she hoped. Hoped Brittany would come and they could somehow rekindle their relationship. She herself wasn't even completely sure what happened, actually. One day she just came back from the recording studio and Brittany was already outside the door with her suitcase.
But that wasn't the thing that hurt Santana the most. She loved Brittany like no other, and she thought Brittany did too. So she was more than devastated when she bumped into Brittany and Sam walking hand in hand at the supermarket one fine day. Santana just turned on her heel and ran. Samuel fucking Evans. Never in her life had she felt so betrayed. Out of all the people in the world, she picked Guppy Lips. Freaking Guppy Lips. It was as if karma returned to get her a second time around. Sam screwed things up once and he was back again. But this time... Santana wasn't even sure she'd get Brittany back. She absolutely hated being uncertain and on the losing end. Santana Lopez hated losing.
Puck sighed as his friend stared off into space yet again. A tap on his shoulder caught his attention and he turned around only to find his manager, the Quinn Fabray raising a perfectly sculpted eyebrow at him. Don't even ask about how Quinn turned into his manager. It's a long story involving bets and drunken promises.
"How is she? I haven't seen Brittany at all and I have been walking around this bar for an hour."
"I don't think she's coming, Q. Britt has never been late to anything that involves Santana." The old nickname tasted odd in his mouth. He had never called Brittany that in a long time.
"I know. But she's not giving up hope. I still don't get why Brittany just up and left. She never did that. She loves Santana too much... She would never, would she?" Quinn blinked slowly and looked in the same direction Puck was. At Santana.
"We can be surprised at what people can do. We just have to wait and see." Quinn replied quietly. Her friend was lost and drowning in her own misery. Santana had been coming here every day of the week. Every night either her or Puck would take the wasted Santana home and put her to bed. The blonde was tired of seeing her best friend waste herself away in drink. When Brittany left, she took a part of everyone with her.
"San. Hey." The manager approached Santana slowly. The singer's dull brown eyes slowly slid over to her. Quinn could see the unshed tears glistening in her eyes. Santana was broken, maybe beyond repair. She was stranded in a world of pain with no way out. Her light at the end of the tunnel was extinguished.
"She's not coming, isn't she?" Santana whispered only for Quinn to hear. It broke the blonde's heart seeing her so defeated. She wanted to blame Brittany for all that happened, but she couldn't. She knew clearly what happened between them. The manager has spent far too many nights listening to Brittany cry and sob over the phone to her. Sometimes Quinn would drop everything and go to hold Brittany.
Santana's never home; she sleeps in the studio with a pen and paper for loves her job and fame more than she loves me. I'm, I'm stuck, Quinn. I can't blame her... Maybe it's me. I'm holding her back from whatever she needs to succeed. Please, don't ever tell her I said that. She'd be better off without me. Promise me. Please Quinn.
Quinn remembers Brittany saying that when she went over to comfort the blue eyed blonde. She had wanted to protest, but Brittany sobbing into her shoulder silenced her. She had tried to hint Santana but the singer was oblivious to them. That was the last time Brittany and Quinn spoke to each other.
"No, San. I don't think she is." The last remaining flicker of hope died in Santana's eyes. Quinn wished she could share the burden with the brunette if it would make her eyes any less... Lifeless. Placing a soft hand on the singer's shoulder, she waited until Santana focused on her.
"Why, Quinn? Why did it turn out like this? I-I don't even..." The brunette couldn't manage to finish her sentence. She was so confused. Why did Brittany leave? Why did she pick Sam? What the fuck happened? Without Brittany, Santana had lost all her fire, her passion. Now she couldn't even pick up the pen to write a song without thinking about her. And when she did, she came here to the bar.
"Santana, I... You should express how you feel. Drinking and wasting away isn't going to help." Quinn decided to put it as it is to her best friend because that was the only way Santana would listen. A flash of anger crossed the brunette's eyes, but it disappeared as soon as it had come. Her shoulders slumped even further.
"How, Quinn? How?!" Her voice raised slightly, exhausted and frustrated. Santana was so tired of all this shit. So very tired, and she just wanted out.
"The only way we glee kids know how to. Sing." Quinn pointed to the empty stage with the lone microphone standing front and center. Santana gawked at her as if she was insane.
"Sing? What the hell, Fabray! You think I'm in a singing mood tonight?! Fuck you." The brunette lashed out. Quinn smirked. When Santana retaliates, it usually means that she was right. Quinn just needed a little more to drive the point home.
"When we were in glee club, we sang no matter what we felt. You remember, right? Singing made everything all right. Why should we change now? C'mon San; Puck'll back you up on guitar." Santana's shoulders perked up slightly as she turned to face Quinn fully. She had nothing to lose by singing. Right? Santana sighed. Alright.
"What song do you want to sing?" Quinn asked as Santana got off the bar stool and walked to the stage. The brunette turned and gave a sad smile.
"Lawson. I met them last month and I loved their songs. I know which one I'm going to sing." Turning, Santana stepped on stage and informed Puck of the song name. They decided to do a stripped down acoustic version of it.
"Hi, my name is Santana Lopez and I would like to sing for all of you tonight." Surprised gasps rung out from every corner of the bar. She had many fans. Some even started flipping out their phones. Santana saw this and put up a hand to stop them.
"If I may, please don't record this. It's like a private performance and I decided you guys were the lucky ones." She forced a chuckle at the end. The phones went back into purses and pockets and all was silent. Puck started to strum. Santana took a deep breath. Here we go.
Sitting there wide awake,
Thinking of when I last saw you,
Santana remembers all the nights she spent awake, remembering. She secretly loved doing so because she would think of good memories. But she also hated them because she also remembers how Brittany left. And how Brittany looked so happy with Evans. It hurt. Very much. But... She was happy.
I know you're not far away,
Close my eyes and I still see you,
Lying here next to me,
Wearing nothing but a smile...
"San, I love you this much." Brittany said, smiling, after they finished lovemaking one time. The blonde had spread out her arms as wide as they could go. Santana had giggled.
"Only that much?" Brittany shook her head furiously.
"I think... the Earth is like a grain of sand, and the Milky Swirl is like a marble. San, I think my hands represent the universe. So I love you more than the universe."
Even if she got the galaxy's name wrong, Santana was touched hearing that. Her eyes shined with tears at Brittany's earnest statement and just kissed her hard. She knew that she would love the blonde forever.
I gotta leave right away,
Counting cracks along the pavement
To see you face to face,
Thinking about the conversation...
Brittany left three months ago. A month later, Santana ran into her with Sam. A week ago there was one very short text message replying to Santana's hundreds. The brunette asked Brittany if she was willing to talk. Santana was desperate. She had not gone without Brittany for that long before. It seems that her desperation reached Brittany because she agreed.
Fine, Santana. Tomorrow night at nine.
The text continued to state the address of Brittany's dwelling. Santana's heart soared. Maybe this was her chance! She waited impatiently for the next day, but her patience wore thin and she walked over to Brittany's place an hour early. The fifteen minute walk felt like forever.
I know I'm not one to change...
I've never wanted nothing more..
But as I walk up to your door...
She sucked in a breath as she started walking up the steps, but froze when she heard the angelic laugh she'd loved since the first time she heard it. Then she realized that she hadn't heard it in a long time. That broke her heart, knowing someone else had managed to draw such laughter from her lips.
But Santana, being ever curious, decided to look in through the window to see her. She now wishes she hadn't. The sight shattered her heart all over again and blew almost all the bits and pieces of it away. Without Brittany, a big part of her heart was now non-existent. Santana realises that she might never find it again.
I'm standing in the dark,
She's dancing on the table,
Looking through the glass,
She's someone else's angel,
Brittany was dressed in an old blue wife beater and tights, but she had never looked more beautiful. She was pretending to be a ballerina on top of the coffee table, in her hand a glass of red wine. She made silly poses with the glass and it made Santana smile and hurt at the same time. Brittany looked radiant. She was laughing. She was happy.
It may sound stupid,
That I'm wanting you back,
But I'm wanting you back, girl,
And now I'm standing in the dark, dark, oh..
Santana had never felt so very stupid in her entire life. What had she possibly done to ruin Brittany? What had she done to drive her into the arms of another? She wanted Brittany back, but apparently the blonde didn't. It was already nearing nine and the blonde didn't even seem to notice. Did she forget? Santana took another look at Brittany's laughing expression. She did.
All I wanna do is hide,
But I can't stop myself from staring,
Wishing his hands were mine,
I can't stop myself from caring,
Santana wanted to leave, but some cruel unseen force willed her to stay and watch. Brittany stopped dancing and leapt off the table into Sam's arms. The blonde man wrapped his arms tightly around her and picked Brittany off the floor. Santana could hear her former girlfriend giggling. Her heart would be broken, if she was still in possession of one.
And as he turns out the lights,
I'm feeling paralysed,
And as he looked into her eyes,
Yeah, alright.
The brunette watched in silent agony as Vagina Lips kissed the love of her life. That's not even the point. The main thing was that Brittany did not even hesitate. If she had hesitated, Santana would've had some chance. But she didn't. The blonde man started to lead Brittany towards the stairs, reaching for the light switch. A swift flick of the wrist and Santana could see no more. She doesn't even know if that was a blessing or a curse. She clenched her fists. Santana caught sight of her watch as she raised her fist to pound on the door.
It was already past nine.
Santana's fist dropped to her side and she turned on her heel to walk home. It wasn't the first time she cried herself to sleep.
And now I'm standing in the dark,
Dark, oh, dark, dark,
Oh dark, dark
She's someone else's angel,
She's someone else's angel...
Puck stopped strumming and Santana took a deep breath before opening her eyes. The audience were silent for a moment before erupting in thunderous applause and cheers. Many people were in tears and all of them were chanting for her to sing more. She looked to Puck and he flashed her a smile and pressed down another chord.
Well, how could she not oblige her loyal fans?
As Santana sang, Quinn looked on, a bitter feeling in her heart. The green eyed blonde wiped down a glass. She saw her friend come alive only moments ago on stage. She meant every word of that song. How could Brittany not come? Why?
Quinn sighed and turned around to place the glass back where it belonged. She glanced at the singing brunette. Where it belonged... Santana doesn't belong anywhere but with Brittany. She chuckled dryly and squeezed the glass back in place. Looking up, she scanned the crowd. Some fans Santana has... Lucky bitch. Wait. Who in the hell- BRITTANY!
In the darkest corner of the bar, out of the way of the lights, Quinn spotted Brittany. Her blonde hair was let down and it fell freely on her shoulders. Her blue eyes were sad, and broken. She had seen that look many times before. Brittany's crying. It was her, no doubt about it. She came. She's here. Santana!
Quinn wanted to turn and run to the stage, but Brittany got up abruptly and left the bar hastily, rubbing her eyes. The blue eyed beauty seemed to notice Quinn watching her at the last second and her eyes widened. She exited the bar two seconds later.
Quinn smiled widely. There was a chance for Brittana yet.
There it ends :P Should I continue or leave it as an open ended one shot? Both seem very likely for now :) leave me a review and tell me what you think :D