A.N. I know it's not very good grammar wise, but I write when I'm stressed and this was an emergency therapy session. I may go back and fix it up later though. So, considering I'm well aware that it's a grammatical mess I would appreciate if it could be judged more upon content. Please and Thank you! :) All characters and songs belong to their respective owners.
Santana
"God, she's beautiful," Santana thought as she caught herself staring at her best friend in the choir room. It had been weeks since Finn had forcefully outted her, and she was thankful now but it still hadn't fixed one thing. She knew that Brittany loved her it wasn't that that she doubted. She doubted that she loved her enough. Santana never knew exactly where she stood. Sure they acted like a couple. They held hands, kissed, said they loved each other, and of course they had sex all the time, but that wasn't enough anymore. She needed commitment. It was strange she found herself realizing that commitment was the one thing she stayed away from. Well that and Berry, but that's irrelevant. Now she needed it. She needed to know that Brit was all hers. Officially.
"Santana. Santana!" She snapped out of her trance to find Mr. Shue waving his hand in front of her face.
"Huh, What?"
"Everyone just voted that you take the wheel at regionals," Mr. Shue exclaimed.
"Everyone except me!" Rachel stood up. "Personally I think we need my training and talent to get through regionals!"
"We did it without you at sectionals Golem, and we kicked ass. So don't expect to come back here and get all the attention again," Santana snapped.
Rachel pouted then sat down. Then the Cheerio whipped her perfect cheerleader pony tail towards the front of the room.
"Why yes, Mr. Shue I'd be honored to do the majority of the ass kicking seeing as that is my specialty, but why'd you pick me? Why not Sassy McDiva or Nathan Lane?" She retorted, nodding towards Mercedes then Kurt.
"Well, Santana," Mr. Shuester began, " you know how much talent is in this glee club, and I've seen each and every one of you guys grow up into incredible people and artists. But the changes I've seen in you, Santana, are more than I could ever dream of."
Brittany intertwined her fingers with her best friend's. Santana looked up and smiled at the gleam in her beautiful blue eyes.
"I'm so proud to be your coach, and we all think you deserve the chance to shine." He smiled when he finished and looked at Santana for a reply.
She drew in a deep breath, walked over to the piano, and faced her teammates. Her family. She sniffled back a sob and wiped at her misty eyes. Santana was never one to cry, but it was becomes like a regular thing lately.
"Thank you guys, really. There're things that I've kept hidden, and Finn was right I would've started attacking myself if I didn't let it out." She locked eyes with Finn and he smiled back. "You guys are the best family I know," she said weakly as she remembered her Abuelita demanding her to leave and never come back. She paused and took a breath to push it away, "and I don't know what I would have done without you."
Santana stood there and giggled in hopes of relieving some of the awkward. Then she saw Brittany walk down the steps and embrace her in a much needed hug. No sooner than Brit whispered in her ear, "I love you," did the whole Glee Club run down to smother her in a huge dysfunctional group hug.
