I remember the day she broke my heart.

I'd failed yet another math test and had to stay behind after school. That meant I had to miss Glee. The detention lasted an hour, and so I went to go apologize to Mr Shue for not being at Glee, which was just finishing at the same time. I walked into the rehearsal room and everyone was in there, packing up their stuff - music sheets, song lyrics… just stuff. It didn't really matter what.

"Mr Shue!" I called, walking up to the piano that he was leant against. "I'm so sorry I couldn't make it to practice - I failed another math test and got a detention and-" He cut me off.

"That's ok Brittany," He said laughing, "Here's the song we'll be doing this week - go home and look it up," So the took the lyrics. The Call by Regina Spektor was written in block capitals at the top of the page. I'd never heard of the song, or the artist - I only ever really listened to chart stuff - pop, R&B, nothing out of the ordinary for a teenage girl. Santana came up behind me.

"Hey Brit! Where have you been?"

"Detention," I replied, turning round to look at my best friend in the whole world.

"Fail another math test, eh?" She said, smirking. I loved her to bits, but she always managed to make me feel dumb. She was popular and smart. And I hated it. But I smiled anyway.

"Yep," I laughed it off, I wasn't going to let her know she'd upset me. She looked at me with those dark eyes and I wanted so bad to see that twinkle. She used to remind me of the sunshine. Now she reminds me of the rain. I remember thinking 'Together we could make a rainbow.' How wrong I had been.

I went home and listened to the song for Glee. It was sad, yet happy. Strong yet soft. And very beautiful.

It started out as a feeling

Which then grew into a hope…

I sat on my bed and listened and cried. Cried about how my mom always shouted at me for having 'the stupid gene, just like your father!' Cried about how my dad had left, because he didn't want us anymore. Cried about how people teased me and how Kurt called me crazy when I got him a fish for his birthday. Cried about how that fish died after I had to take it home again with me. Cried for all the times people have laughed and pointed and whispered my name. Cried for all the times I've wanted to tell San that she's more than just a friend to me and I want to be with her forever.

I stoop up off my bed and turned the music off. I wiped all that stupid make up off my face and changed into something more comfortable than that ridiculous cheerio outfit. I put on my pumps and ran out the door, calling to mom that I was just going over to Santana's for a bit, and that I'd be home for ten.

I got there and walked right up to the front door. I pulled my hand back and went to knock, but something stopped me. I stepped back and looked. And suddenly all that courage had gone and I was stood in the rain outside Santana's house, in just jeans and a t-shirt with my hair all wild and no make up on and no anything, because I couldn't even face my best friend. I'd always hated rain, but in that moment I felt better for it. It hid the tears that snaked down my cheeks.

Then I heard a window open above me.

"Brittany! What the hell are you doing out there?" Santana yelled, and she run downstairs and let me in. "Come on, come upstairs - I'll get you something dry to wear," She said, and I stood by her bed, not knowing where to look or what to touch or what to say. She'd been in here so many times, and always felt so comfortable. And now everything was wrong. Because I wasn't dumb, airhead Brittany anymore. I was sticking up for myself, and that meant telling the truth. Santana walked back in.

"Santana… I love you," I managed to say. It was quiet, but I knew she heard.

"I love you too silly, you're my best friend!" She said, smiling. When we weren't at school, she was the old San, fun and friendly with a permanent smile.

"Why do you do that?" I blurted out without thinking. She looked confused.

"Do what?"

"Act like a bitch at school. Treat people like they're not worth anything just because they're not friends with you. Act like just because you're on the Cheerios you can do and say whatever you want. I thought Glee was changing you. I thought you'd realised…" She looked at me like she knew I was right. Then she shook her head.

" You're tired Brit. You've obviously had a long day. Maybe you should go - I'll see you at school tomorrow, yeah?" I took that as my cue to exit, and walked to the door.

"Better to be feared than to be loved," She said. She never saw the tears that fell.

She never knew she broke my heart.