So this actually took me forever to write because it pained me so much to write this. But I finally sucked it up and wrote it because I really like the other two chapters. As always i dont own anything and Reviews are always welcome.
Like always, Santana's house was empty. Her parents were out somewhere for work, like they always were. So Santana enjoyed her normal meal of the protein shakes that Sue had been forcing her to drink for the past three years. They tasted bad at first but after a while of eating nothing and only drinking those you get used to it. They are an acquired taste as coach liked to call it. Of course she had to drink those, she could not afford to gain even a pound or two. Sue was still giving her grief for her boob job.
A sharp knock on the door brought Santana out of her zoning out. She slowly got up and glanced out the window and saw a familiar, silver Toyota Camry. Smiling she walked to the door and opened the door to see Brittany smiling with a pizza box in her hand.
"What are you doing here B?"
"You said your parents were gone, so I decided to bring you dinner." She walked through the door, allowing Santana to close it behind her.
"I already have dinner." Santana held up her water bottle, filled with the odd colored shake.
"That is not dinner, San." Brittany put the pizza down on the table. "Eat some real food."
"I can't. I am sorry but I cannot afford to gain any weight."
"We can go to the gym tomorrow."
"My body isn't like yours. I can't just eat whatever I want and then work it off the next day. I can't break my diet and eat this shit!" Santana instantly regretted swearing.
"I am sorry for caring about you and not wanting you to be unhealthy." Brittany's voice began to rise. She hadn't heard it like this since the blonde made her the Lebanese shirt.
"So you got me pizza?"
"It is better then what ever is in that." She pointed at the bottle. "You never eat anymore, San and I am worried about you."
"Well don't. I am perfectly fine right now."
"No you aren't. You are starving yourself."
"I don't care!"
"Yeah, all you care about is staying hot and being head cheerleader. No matter what you are beautiful Santana."
"Whatever." Santana put down the bottle next to the pizza, preventing herself from throwing it. "You know reputation is everything, if I'm not head cheerleader I have nothing."
"You would have me, I am your girlfriend."
"Maybe I don't want you to be."
"What are you saying?"
"You don't get me Brittany."
"I do, I love you." Somehow in her rage, Brittany hit the pizza box and it fell to the ground. Santana was shocked for a moment; Brittany was never one for getting violent.
"I just can't do this right now." Her voice was beginning to break.
"Are you breaking up with me?" Brittany's voice had begun to break as well.
"I think so."
Brittany stormed out, slamming the door, running to her car. She sat in the driver's seat, trying to calm herself down.
Santana still stood there in shock. She walked to the front door and rested her back against the door, crouched down, shaking as tears began to pour down her face. She could not believe what she had just done. She had just broken up with Brittany. She glanced over at the pizza that was spilled onto the ground. It had sausage and green peppers on it, it was her favorite toppings.
A sudden rage hit her and she threw her cell phone watching the back break off when it hit the wall. She sat there for an hour or two, crying.
Then she heard the sound of a car driving towards her house. Shit, Santana groaned to herself. I should clean this up before they flip a shit. Slowly she managed to stand herself back up and walked to the box that was on the ground, she slid the pie back into its box and then carried it into the kitchen, throwing it into the trash can.
After grabbing a couple of paper towels and wetting them she made her way back to the hall. She got the grease out of the carpet and then threw the white towels away with the box. It wasn't that late but she did not feel like dealing with her parents right now. She could deal with whatever wrath her mother had in store for her tomorrow.
Slowly she made her way to her room and then climbed into bed. Normally when she couldn't sleep she would think of Brittany, but not tonight. Instead she allowed the tears to flow from her eyes as she slowly and painfully fell asleep.