Well, here I am with chapter 2 :D
Thanks for the reviews and alerts in the 1st chapter ^^
Later that same day, all the gleeks knew about Brittany and Artie's breakup. Like Mercedes said, they only needed to tell Kurt, and soon everyone was aware of the news, "and that", said Mercedes to the blonde, while they walked towards the choir room "includes Santana. I've been watching her lately. She keeps looking at you all the time. Believe me, girl, she'll try to get you back as soon as she sees you"
"But I don't want to be best friends with benefits anymore."
"And you're not going to be friends with benefits, haven't you been listening to me?"
"Yes, yes… I don't know if I'll be able to do it, though." Said Brittany, with a sad smile. Mercedes put an arm around her shoulders, squeezing them lightly. "Oh I'm sure you'll do just fine, don't worry. Well, here we are."
They walked into the room, and took a seat in the first row, next to Kurt, who instantly turned to face them. "Everybody knows it now. What exactly is the plan?" Mercedes snickered and patted his knee. "Oh, you'll know really soon. Just wait and see". She waved at Quinn and Sam, who were coming in. They started talking, while Brittany kept staring at her hands on her lap, chewing her lower lip nervously. "Is she ok?" Asked Quinn, eyeing the other blonde worriedly. "Yeah," answered Mercedes, "just a bit nervous, that's all, right, Brittany?" All the eyes turned to look at her, but she didn't seem to notice, her gaze suddenly fixed in the door, or rather, the short Latina who was entering the room in that moment, fixing her ponytail.
Brittany looked back down, letting out a defeated sigh. She knew her friend too well to not know what that gesture meant. Clenching her jaw, she tried to ignore her, but it became impossible when she took the free seat beside her, so she turned her head towards Mercedes, failing as well to ignore the smirk in Puck's face when he came in seconds later. The diva looked back at her and gave her hands a squeeze.
"B?" Said the other girl, oblivious to the blonde's actions. She got a blank stare for an answer. "Em, I was wondering… Well, are you ok? I mean, about your breakup with Artie and that." Brittany pursed her lips, "yes, I'm fine, thanks."
Santana closed her mouth, a little taken aback by her sharp response. "Well…" She gave her a small smile. "Would you like to come over later?" She asked cautiously, not sure of why her friend's hands had suddenly turned into fists.
"And do what?" Inquired Brittany, her teeth clenched, looking straight into Santana's eyes. Rage was suddenly growing inside of her, something she was not very used to feeling. Maybe Mercedes was right after all, and she'd be able to go through with the plan.
"We could watch-""No, you know what?" Cut Brittany, with a deep frown "I don't want to hear it. Go to Puck's instead, get your… mack on and leave me alone."
Santana stared at her, unable to close her mouth. Brittany had all but yelled at her. A shocked silence took over the room, everybody's eyes on the Latina, expecting an outburst of fury, which, surprisingly, didn't happen. Instead, she spoke in a tiny voice. "Why are you mad?"
"Why am I mad, you ask?" replied Brittany, also in a quiet voice. "Do you have idea of how much it hurts when you just blow me off to go with him?" Santana looked down. With venom in her voice, she counter-attacked. "Well, you have been ditching me a lot lately to go with Artie, so don't play innocent."
"What? You shouldn't care, after what you said to me, right? I'm not some sex toy you can play with when you get tired of Puck!"
Santana looked around nervously, "this is so not the place to be talking about this, Britt." The blonde stood up, as if the chair had suddenly burnt her. She turned to look at the short girl with a furious expression. "Just what are you so ashamed of?" she yelled. "Are you ashamed of me?" Santana stood as well "No Britt, just this is not the moment to-" "Why did you break Artie and me up the first time?" Santana shook her head "What does that have to do with anything?" "Just answer, Santana", whispered Brittany, looking at her with pleading eyes.
The Latina opened and closed her mouth. She knew what she was supposed to say, what she wanted to say. However, she couldn't find the courage to say it out loud. Shaking her head again, she looked down.
With an exasperated sigh, Brittany firmly cupped her face with her hands, and, looking into her eyes, asked, still whispering "Do you love me?"
Santana's eyes widened. "I…" She looked into her eyes, those amazingly blue eyes, in which she had lost herself so many times, those eyes which now were desperately seeking for something in her own. She felt like she could throw up in any moment. She knew what she wanted to say, but she knew that what she was going to say was not the same at all. She looked at the rest of the gleeks with the corner of her eye, looking at them, and she knew she wouldn't be able to say what she wanted to. "Sorry" she whispered, closing her eyes.
Everybody jumped in their seats in surprise when Brittany loudly slapped her. "It's over. We're over. Don't… talk to me again." She turned around and marched towards the door. When she was about to cross it, she looked back at her, "and I want my stuffed duck back. And my red panties." With that, she walked out of the room. A few seconds later, Mercedes stormed out behind her.
Santana stood shaking in the middle of the room, her head down since the blonde slapped her. She felt as if her whole world had collapsed around her and she were standing in the middle of all the rubble and dust. Alone.
Hooray for OOC Brittany! :DD