Santana woke up sore. She looked at the clock. It was ten in the morning. She panicked slightly before realizing that it was Sunday and she didn't have to be in school until tomorrow. Ugh, school. Santana used to be excited for school. Well, not school exactly, but the people she saw while there. Mostly Brittany. Things had been so different between them since the locker confession. Santana couldn't look Brittany in the eyes anymore. She felt hurt, embarrassed, and ultimately guilty for altering their friendship.
Santana walked over to her phone which was sitting on her desk. One unread message. Santana opened it up.
I miss you. –Britts.
Santana stared at the screen for a few moments. She looked up at the mirror on the wall and saw that a smile had crept up on her face. She immediately closed the phone and turned away, angry at herself for smiling. Why did she have to love Brittany? Why couldn't she be like everyone else? It wasn't for a lack of trying. She slept with Puck to gain popularity, Finn to gain notoriety, Sam to be a bitch, and everyone else to make sure there were no rumors. But Brittany...she slept with Brittany because she loved her.
Santana laid back down in her bed. She looked over at the left side, where Brittany would often sleep during their "sleepovers". She closed her eyes and pictured the last time they were there together. It was right before Brittany suggested they talk to someone about their relationship. Right before everything turned to hell. But as much as she wanted to, Santana couldn't be mad at Brittany. Santana knew that Brittany was bound to start questioning the relationship at some point. She just figured maybe Brit would wait until after high school.
Santana went into the bathroom to take a shower. Showers always helped her relax. She turned the water on scalding hot, just how she liked it. She began to shampoo her hair and felt the water burn her skin. She remembered how she would have to turn the temperature down when she would shower with Brittany because she didn't like it as hot as Santana did. A memory popped into Santana's brain. She remembered one time while her and Brittany were having "playtime" in the shower, they both slipped and ended up on the floor of the shower laughing.
Santana couldn't help but chuckle at the thought. She stood there with the hot water on her back for several minutes; thoughts of Brittany drifting through her head. She dropped her head. Why couldn't things be easier? Her mind went to the day she told Brittany the truth.
"Please say you love me back. Please."
Santana winced at the thought of those words. But she also found relief. She had finally said it. After being in love with her best friend for years, she had finally gotten up the courage to tell her the truth. Of course, she wasn't expecting that Brittany would choose Artie. It wasn't fair. They had loved each other for so long. And now all she wanted was Brittany. She literally ached for her.
Then all of a sudden, something clicked. All she wanted was Brittany. Was she really just going to lay down and let Artie win? No. She had loved Brittany longer. She knows her better. She's been there for her through everything. Santana turned off the water and got out of the shower. She looked up at the mirror and saw a new person staring back at her. A new person who was ready to fight for what she wanted. For what was rightfully hers. A person who no longer cared what people would say about her. She saw a person who knew exactly what they wanted and was ready to go get it.
Santana smiled at herself. She was knew what she had to do. She was going to fight for Brittany.