Brittany storms into her apartment furiously, tears streaming down her face. She quickly wipes them away, only to find more accumulating.
What just happened? No, no, no, it can't be. She lets out a frustrating growl. She raises her hands to her face, and shakes her head.
The door behind her opens with a heavy breathing Quinn.
"Brittany let me explain." She chokes out.
Let me explain?
What?
Brittany slowly turns to her, eyes wide open, tears refusing to stop streaming down. She shakes her head. "I can't believe you." She stated, looking at Quinn straight in the eyes.
"No Brittany just please…." Quinn moves closer to her, reaching for her hands, but before she could Brittany takes a step backwards.
She raises her right hand to stop Quinn from coming to close. "Don't." She threatens, raking her eyes up and down with disgust. "Don't you dare come close to me."
It hit Quinn right in the heart. Oh god what have I done? What have I done!
She doesn't know what to do.
What do I do? What do I say? She rakes her hand through her hair in frustration and feels her bottom lip tremble.
"How could you do this to me?" Brittany choked out, tears racing down her face.
Quinn's eyes are burning with guilt. She can feel the tears threatening to come out. Looking at Brittany so broken and confused right now makes her feel so ashamed. She has no words for what she did.
"How?" Brittney cries, starring at Quinn look so convicted. This can't be true. Why can't she look at me? "Why?" she yells, trying to get her attention.
Quinn can't look at her; her tears are coming down frantically. Quinn you have to look at her. Tell her it was unacceptable. Tell her you love her. God you love her so much. How could you do this?
Brittany's heart hurts; she brings her hand up to massage the skin protecting it. All she can think about is all the precious times she spent with Quinn, how much she loved her, and how now everything they worked for is simply over. It's… over.
She lets out a sob, looking down. She shakes her head and gazes up at Quinn, with desperate eyes, wanting to know how she could hurt her like this. Hurt them like this.
Quinn raises her head but doesn't look at Brittany. She looks everywhere but Brittany. The room in silent, but their heavy breaths and sobs are crystal clear.
Tell her what happened. Just tell her the truth.
"You were gone Brittany." She says softly.
Brittany's forehead scrunches up. "And that gives you the right to sleep around with someone else?" She questions, confused.
Quinn shakes her head. "No babe, it doesn't I was…"
Brittney huffs, and raises up her hand to stop her. "Don't call me that. Don't you dare call me that. I was on tour Quinn! I was working! And I was so excited to come back and see you, and tell you all about it. Only to find out you slept with someone else? How could you?"
Quinn stares at her with eyes full of tears and mouth agape. "Brittany" she breathes out. She flashes her eyes to the ground then back to the other blonde. "I was so drunk, I wasn't thinking straight." She says loudly, trying to get Brittany to believe her. "I love you so much Brittany."
Brittany moves her hands to her face, through her hair, shaking her head wanting for this to all go away.
Quinn steps forward reaching for Brittany's hands. "Please I…" She's interrupted by a swat of her hands and a slap to her face. Quinn's hand follows the hit.
"Was it worth it?" Brittany yells, "Was that night worth this?" She sobs staring at Quinn, waiting for an answer. Quinn cries, rubbing her cheek, finding it hard to breathe.
"Brittany…" Quinn breaths out, looking up to her with hurt eyes. They stare at each other, both seeing each other cry.
Brittany shakes her head. "I want you out of my apartment." She moves past her, going straight to the door.
She has her hand on the knob ready to turn it, but before she can open the door half way, Quinn comes running and pushes it close.
"I'm not leaving." She says, blocking the door.
"What are you doing, get out!" Brittany screams while trying to move Quinn.
"Brittany you're the best thing that's ever happened to me!" She cries, shaking her head. "It was a mistake." She ranted, trying to get Brittany to stop pushing her. Brittany gives up and moves away. Quinn leaves the door and stands in front of Brittany. She reaches to cup Brittany's cheek, shakily.
Brittany turns to the right, not wanting Quinn to touch her.
"I was so drunk Brittany, you know I would never do anything to hurt you on purpose." Quinn admits, tears streaming down her face. "I know that's not a good excuse for what I did, but…I'm so sorry baby." Quinn whispers. "Please Brittany. Please forgive me."
They stare at each other for what it seems like forever, in silence, Quinn trying to plead her with her eyes. "I need you to leave Quinn." Brittany whispers. She gets out of Quinn's grasp, and opens the door. "Please." She begged. "Just get out."
Quinn stayed in the same spot Brittany left her. "This can't be over." She states softly, with tears streaming down her face. She turns to see the blonde holding the door open for her with her eyes to the ground. "Brittany!" She demanded. "This can't be over!"
Brittany doesn't say anything. She just needed Quinn to leave, she needed to think about all this, what this all meant.
Brittany still had the door opened waiting for her to leave.
Why can't she just leave? I need her out of here.
Quinn tucked her short hair behind her ear, sniffled, and began walking to the door. She paused in front of Brittany, and starred at her.
I can't lose her.
She needs her space. Give her space Quinn.
I can't lose her.
Give her time.
Quinn nods, "I- I'm going to go." She stated seeming to convince herself that it was going to happen. "I understand that your angry, and hurt." She choked out. "And Brittany I get it, I understand if I were you I would be too. But I just… I can't lose you." She breathed out. "You have no idea how upset I am with myself, for doing this to you. For doing this to us, and for you to find out from somebody else like that. I just..." She paused trying to compose herself, bending her head a little to try to look at Brittany in the eyes. "I just want you to know that I'm- I'm not going to give up on you." She shook her head. "I'm not giving up on us. I reg-"
"Quinn!" She froze and saw Brittany look up at her with wide and sad eyes. She was done listening to her; she couldn't do it no more. "Get out." She whined.
Brittany was frustrated; she didn't want to see Quinn's face anymore, she couldn't. She didn't see the same person anymore, everything had changed.
Quinn was pleading her with her eyes, trying to tell her not to do this, but Brittany wouldn't budge. She took one last look at Brittany and walked out the door slowly.
Brittany closed the door and crumpled to the floor, letting it all out. This felt horrible. The person she loved cheated on her. The person she loved touched someone else, making them feel good for the night.
"Ugh!" Brittany yelled. She was so disgusted by that thought. She never wanted to think about it again, but that was impossible. It was now stuck in her head forever. The thought of Quinn now came with that horrible image. The image of her kissing, and groping and touching, and moaning, and, and… ugh!
She can't be here alone right now; she can't have that picture suck in her head all night.
A couple minutes later, she got on her feet, wiped away all her tears, got her coat, and walked out the door. She didn't know where she was going; she just needed a walk, needed some fresh air.
It was freezing outside, snow covered the ground. People were walking around looking so happy to be with their favorite person, smiling, cuddling, and walking hand in hand in the beautiful city of New York.
Why are there so many couples out here right now!
What are you looking at? She raised her eyebrow at some couple looking at her weird.
I can't believe this happed. Why did this have to happen?
She hugged her coat closer to her body. Taking in her surroundings, remembering how she and Quinn were walking hand in hand just yesterday in this beautiful weather.
Now she felt empty, alone, her heart hurt. She felt her eyes begin to burn, and tried to push back the tears, wiping the few that got out.
Stop crying. Don't cry.
Somehow she ended up standing outside her best friend Mercedes's apartment building.
She contemplated weather she should knock or just go back home. Mercedes was probably asleep. No that can't be possible; it's a Friday night and its only 11 o clock. She stood outside her door, wondering if it was a good idea to even tell her about what happened with Quinn.
Quinn was a nice person; she didn't want anybody thinking bad about her. Even though she hated the hazel eyed blonde right now, she was the first person to ever actually see Brittany as someone they can love. She knows Quinn loves her unconditionally, but what she did really hurt. She didn't expect that from Quinn at all.
"You're going to freeze to death if you stand out here for too long."
Brittany turned at the sudden sound of a person's voice coming from behind her. She saw a dark skinned girl, with slightly dark wavy hair falling to her shoulders. She was wearing a very beautiful brown caramel coat that stopped at her knees, with some light skinny jeans that got covered by some brown boots. She was a little bit smaller than Brittany, her body was fit. She had big dark eyes that were starring back at her, and "oh my god" Brittany thought, "She staring at me and I haven't said a word."
Brittany had totally forgotten what the girl had said so she simply smiled.
The girl walked towards her and smiled back. "You live in this building? I don't think I've ever seen you."
Brittany caught her breath at the sudden whiff of the other girls scent. She smelled like nothing Brittany has ever smelled before. It gave her chills.
Did I seriously just get chills?
It's freezing out here of course I'm going to get chills.
"Umm no." She shook her head. She smiled, pointing to the door behind her. "I'm visiting a friend."
"Mercedes Jones?" The girl said pointing to the door as well, smiling.
Brittany loved the way the girl smiled; when she did she couldn't help but smile to.
Brittany nodded, hugging her coat closer to herself. "Yeah, you know her?" Brittany asked.
The other girl giggled "Yeah I was actually coming to her apartment. Were supposed to go to a bar. You coming out with us?" The girl asked, holding her coat closer to herself, tilting her head a little, smiling. Brittany noticed she smiled a lot. She liked it.
"Oh I'm sorry." Brittany breathed out, looking down, shaking her head. "I should have called, I didn't even know if Mercedes had plans, I just…" Brittany looked up to find intense brown eyes staring at her. Brittany couldn't help but stare. "I was just in the neighborhood." Brittany nodded, casting her attention somewhere other than the girl but that didn't last long.
Her eyes are like anchors. They're beautiful.
Oh God stop staring at her.
The girl nodded. "Well we just made these plans a couple of minutes ago." She beckoned toward the door. "I told her she better be ready by the time I knock on that door. She's probably shitting bricks right now trying to get ready as fast as she can." She shook her head laughing. She took a quick glance at Brittany, and then turned her attention to the ground.
Brittany laughed, turning her head to look at the door as if Mercedes would come out any second.
The girl moved a little closer, and extended her hand to Brittany. "I'm Santana."
Brittany turned back to her, extended and shook her hand. "Brittany." She said, looking straight in her eyes, smiling. She didn't know how it was possible or even why it happened, but she got butterflies in her stomach just by that touch.
Did I just get butterflies?
They let go, and both crossed their arms, trying to stay warm. Santana hugged her coat to her body. "We better let her know we're out here before we freeze to death." Santana says as she walks to the door and knocks. Brittany just watches her. "You should come out with us tonight." She looks back at Brittany, and smiles.
Brittany smiled, "I'm not really in a 'going out' mood." She turned to her right, watching some people pass by the building.
Santana stared at Brittany, then turned to the door when she heard it being opened. "About time Wheezy, I'm freezing my ass out here." She says as she sees Mercedes running back to the restroom. She lifts up her hands. "And of course you're not ready." She walks inside the apartment.
"Santana you called me like 7 minutes ago! You can't expect me to get ready that fast." She yells, with the sound of make up being moved around a bag.
Santana turns to Brittany, and arches an eyebrows
Brittany laughs and follows Santana inside. She closes the door and sees Santana sit on the couch and turn on the TV.
She must come over all the time.
She walks passed Santana smiling and heads to the bathroom to find Mercedes putting on some lip stick.
She smiles at her bestfriend who she hasn't seen in a while. They've seen each other, but it's always only small talk, something always comes up and one of them always ends up leaving. Ever since she's been with Quinn they hadn't really hung out like they use to.
Mercedes looks up to find blue eyes looking back at her. "Brittany!" she tosses the lipstick away, smiles and turns around to hug the girl. "Oh my god! What are you doing here?" She says , pulling away. "When did you get here?"
"Just right now." She let go and smiled at her best friend.
"What's wrong?" Mercedes asked.
She always had this gift of noticing when something's wrong with Brittany.
Brittany leaned on the door frame, and smiled. "Everything is fine." She lied in the strongest voice she can pull out.
Mercedes narrowed her eyes, studying Brittany. "Brittany S. Peirce, you tell me what happened right now." She demanded.
Brittany smiled, and suddenly looked down feeling her lip tremble. She tucked it between her teeth, and her eyes were starting to burn with fresh tears dying to come out. She quickly straightened up and wiped them away, shaking her head.
"Brittany?" Mercedes moves in and hugs her.
Brittany accepts the hug but then steps back shaking her head. "Sorry I just…" She says looking to the right. "I missed you." She says whipping away the last few tears.
Mercedes smiles and gives her another hug. "I missed you too, but why are you crying?" She asks trying to get to the point of this. Brittany just shrugs in their embrace. They stay there for a while, when Mercedes pulls back. "Where's Quinn?" She asks.
Brittany moves her hair behind her ear. "She's working," Brittany lied, shrugging her shoulders.
Mercedes quirks an eyebrow at her. "Does you crying have anything to do with her? You two get in a fight? Mercedes asks.
Brittany averts her eyes to the floor, and sighs looking back up at Mercedes. She nods her head giving up. "We're done."
Mercedes eyes go wide. "What?" She practically yells. "Why, what happened?" she asks confused.
Brittany shrugs, and turns her head looking to the floor. "I don't really want to talk about it right now. I'm just over it."
"I never liked her for you, you know. You could do a lot better, Britt. She was like a Debby Downer all the time, I felt like you never had fun girl." Mercedes admitted while she stroked Brittany's arm.
Quinn was never a wild card. Brittany had stopped all her partying because Quinn never wanted to go out. She just wanted to stay in and watch movies and cuddle, and that was fine with Brittany, because she loved Quinn. But now that she's thinking about it, it's not all that fine. She stopped hanging out with her friends. She stopped having fun. She stopped being herself.
Mercedes face expression changed to excitement and clapped. "You're coming out with us tonight!" Her face suddenly fell. "Wait." She grabbed Brittany's hand and led her out the bathroom, into the living room. "Have you met Santana?"
Santana was laughing at something that was coming out on the TV, when she saw them coming towards her. She put the remote down and stood up.
"Yeah, we met outside, before we came in." Santana said, smiling at Brittany.
Brittany smiled, and looked down to her feet. "Well anyways." Mercedes said hooking Brittany's arm with hers. "Santana this is my best friend Brittany. Remember I told you about her?" Mercedes asked giving Santana a knowing look.
Santana stared at Mercedes kind of amused at what she was trying to do. She narrowed her eyes "Umm I think you might of mention her." She nods and laughs.
Santana had once asked Mercedes who the beautiful blonde in her pictures was, and Merced had gushed all about her best friend.
Brittany smiled, and turns to Mercedes. "You talking behind my back, Jones?"
Mercedes laughs. "Only good things of course." She smirks and turns around to start walking back to the restroom.
"I'm going to finish getting ready." Mercedes says.
Santana jerks her head back. "Yes god please do."
Brittany laughed, and looked at Mercedes, who stopped walking and was pointing a finger at her. "You're coming with us." She bossed. And walked back to the bathroom.
Brittany turned to Santana who had her eyebrows raised in amusement. "Well she's a bossy one." Santana joked.
Brittany raised her eyebrows too mimicking Santana. "I know huh?" they both laughed.
"Guess you don't have a choice. Now you have to come with us." Santana shrugged and smiled. She didn't know what it was about the blonde but she just couldn't stop smiling.
Brittany smiled and looked down at her shoes. "I don't think I should." She looked back up to find Santana's expression change. "I'm not really dressed up enough to go out."
Santana shrugged. "You look great." Brittany could feel herself get hot.
How could she think I look great, I look like a mess!
"I mean maybe we could fix your hair a little bit, but other than that you're good." Santana joked, laughing at Brittany as she pretends to be hurt, and begins brushing her hair a little. She shakes her head laughing. "I'm kidding."
"Yeah you better be kidding." Brittany smirked.
She hadn't done this in so long; flirt with someone else that is.
"So how long have you known Mercedes for?" Santana questioned.
"Uhm since High School. We were in Glee together." Brittany informed her excitedly.
"Oh no, not you too." Santana joked.
Brittany laughed, "Yes I loved it! It was the best part of High School for me."
"So you can sing?" Santana grinned.
"I'm not going to tell you." Brittany giggled shyly.
"What? Why not?" She asked trying to hide her amusement.
"Because I know how that question works! If I would say yes, then you would ask me to sing." Brittany pointed out.
Santana laughed at her paranoia, "Why would you assume I would ask you to sing to me." Santana played
"Why wouldn't you?" Brittany smirked, playing back.
Santana surveyed the blonde, smiling. "Okay so yeah maybe I would have."
Brittany nodded once pointing out she was right. "I will tell you that I'm not really much of a singer. I'm a dancer.
Wait, what?
You haven't danced in forever. Why would you tell her that?
"Wow you're a dancer?" She inspected Brittany. "Yeah I can totally tell, your body is amazing." She nodded.
Oh my god.
Why the hell is it so hot in here?
"You're in luck. The bar that we're going to has a small dance floor." Santana noted smirking. "Maybe you can show me your moves." She shrugged.
Brittany smiled.
Wait. Are we flirting?
Yes?
Wait. No.
Starring at Santana smiling made Brittany realize that she hadn't thought of Quinn for a while, which made her feel a little weird, but of course it all came back to her. She got up from the couch looking a little uncomfortable and nods her head to the door. "I should go." Brittany stated.
Santana stood up a little confused. She didn't want Brittany to go.
Did I go too far? Oh god I did didn't I?
"Oh, okay." Santana watched how the blonde looked uncomfortable all of a sudden.
Brittany didn't know what was happening inside of her right now. Thoughts of Quinn came rushing back to her, yet she wanted to stay and talk with Santana. For the short moment she was with the brunet, she made her feel like her old self again.
Will I ever see her again?
Does she like girls?
Wait. Wait. Wait. What?
What am I thinking? I have a girlfriend.
Do I have a girlfriend?
No. No. No. No way I can go back with Quinn.
So I'm single?
Brittany shook her head at the thoughts running inside her head. She extended her hand to Santana. "It was really nice to meet you, Santana."
"Yeah it was nice to meet you too." Santana replied, shaking the blonde's hand still feeling confused as to what happened.
"Mercedes I'm leaving!" Brittany called out.
"What?" Mercedes whines coming out of the restroom. "Britt, you're not coming out with us? Come on it'll be fun."
"Yeah I know, but my head really hurts right now. I just want to lie down and sleep. Maybe next time?" Brittany suggested, looking at Santana.
"Britt, are you sure you're okay? Do you want us to walk you home, or call you a cab?" Mercedes asks concerned.
"No, no, no I'm fine." Brittany waves it off, walking to the door. "I'll see you later." She opens the door.
"Okay text me when you get home, I'll call you tomorrow so we can have lunch." Brittany nods, and Mercedes hugs her.
Brittany can feel Santana's eyes on her. She lets go of Mercedes and heads toward the door, but before she's out she looks back at Santana. She was right the brunet was staring. Brittany smiles and so does Santana. With that she walks out.