Unhappy Endings. (Chapter 2/?)
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A Pezberry (/Faberry/Brittana) Fic.
Summary: Can you love two people at once? Santana Lopez and Rachel Berry are both lonely and sick of being rejected by the people they love the most. Together they help each other grow; together they will get the girl. Pezberry Romance, with plenty of Faberry and Brittana.
Follows roughly the story line onwards from 2x15.
Disclaimer: If you do not like Faberry or Brittana, do not read this and leave hate, because this for the first few chapters will have a lot of it.
AN1: I am soooooo sorry for the wait, *cough* two months *cough* I was busy... but here you go... Also thank you for the reviews and following the story it means a lot.
AN2: This chap is kind of lacking it actual Pezberry interaction, but you get a lot of the Faberry back story... you'll see.
Chapter Two: Tweedle-dum and Tweedle-fake boobs
The choir room bustled with noise, each glee member voicing their own opinions and trying to get the next solo. With being regionals' only a few days away and the New Directions once again unprepared the whole club was on edge. Santana sat at the back of the room in silence, lacking any motivation to join into the group's arguments. The only thing she could focus on was the dancing blond who was sitting next to Artie, although she was smiling at the boy Santana could see the hurt that was underlining Brittany's smile and she knew that she was somewhat to blame. Ever since last week incident Santana had done her best to ignore the girl, which proved to be more difficult that she would ever admit. Her body seemed to sway towards the girl, pulling her like they were magnets; Brittany's positivity the opposite to her negative. It wasn't until her brain woke up was she able to push away from the force physically, her thoughts were not as easy to negate.
Her eyes continued to linger on the girl, regrets filling her mind causing her fists to clench and whiten. The ever growing need to strike something grew within her with every memory that slipped in through the brick walls in her mind.
'I think,' Santana looked down at the voice, her hands loosening at the distraction. 'We should write original songs for regionals.' Rachel finished, looking around the group with a bright smile, Santana and a few of the other gleeks let out an audible groans.
'All those for voting Rachel out for a second time?' she raised her hand an action that was followed by most of the group.
'No, I think Rachel's right.' Quinn spoke out, wait what? Santana questioned, since when did tubbers agree with anything the midget said? 'This team works best when we push ourselves and do something a little different.' Quinn smiled at the group, and briefly locked eyes with Rachel who had turned to look at her. It was the first time since they kissed that they've had any contact with each other, and even now staring into the dark brown eyes for only a moment killed Quinn inside.
'I don't think so, if everyone else is going to be doing amazing songs. We're not gonna be so good.' Mercedes replied.
Quinn turned to look at the girl, 'No, you're right. We're not going to be good, we're gonna be better.' She said smugly. 'We'll others words'
'I think Quinn's right,' Finn agreed. Of course you do, Santana thought, if Blondie thinks it's a good idea then it must be a-okay, but if it's just Rachel you keep your mouth shut. Fuck-ing hypocrite. Wait why do I even care if Finnocence is being a jerk to Rachel? Santana questioned herself. 'If these two can agree then it's gotta be a good idea.'
'I would really like to write a song with Rachel.' Quinn said sincerely, the two girls smile at each other, while both seem excited anyone who looked hard enough could notice the fear that both girls hid; Santana did.
'Well that is great Quinn! I am so happy you are trying to work as a team!' Mr Schuester exclaimed smiling brightly at the glee club, 'Now all in favour raise your hand.' Reluctantly the whole club raised their hand.
The rest of the meeting went along smooth enough with most of the kids chatting among themselves about their ideas for the songs. Santana spent most of her time leering at Brittany from her seat; it wasn't until Sam came to sit with her almost to the end of club that she actually was able to look away. Slowly she found herself becoming fonder of the geeky boy, no longer telling him off for his impressions or his love of astronomy which Santana stated "was the lamest thing ever". Their kisses felt uncomfortable and forced not because of lack of talent but the lack of attraction between them. They both knew soon they would "break-up" and the need for them to have any social interaction with each other would diminish, so for now they were just enjoying each other's accompany. 'So you going to Puck's after party?' he asked simply strumming different chords on his guitar idly.
'Is it just the gleeks?' He nodded lightly meeting her eyes, 'Yeah, I guess.'
'Cool, uh, Santan-' the bell rang out interrupting him; he gave a big smile and started to get up. Santana caught hold of his wrist, looking at him to continue.
'Yes, Sam?' she asked lightly.
'Uh, it's nothing...' he smiled again meeting a glare from his "girlfriend." 'See you in English!' pulling out of Santana's vice grip and bounding out of the choir room. She just shook her head and looked around at the empty room, only Brad remained at the piano playing lightly.
'Do you live her or something?' she asked him, he just shrugged and continued to play. 'Right, uh, bye Brad.' she said awkwardly grabbing her bag and exiting the room.
~~~~NP~~~~
Drying her hands Rachel looked at herself in the stained mirror in the empty bathroom. She breathed in deeply and exhaled slowly repeating the process she had down millions of times in the past. She was sad and she was nervous, she was also angry, feelings that she continued to feel whenever she thought of Quinn. A month ago thinking of Quinn would bring a smile to her lips and her love would make her feel energized. She was her best friend, her love and nothing would ever change that. They used to steal kisses from each other between classes and after glee club in this very bathroom she stood in now. Their nights were spent talking, cuddling and kissing, their deepest darkest secrets shared with no fear of judgement or miscommunication. It was almost instantaneous; once Quinn grew the courage to admit her feelings to herself she was able to befriend Rachel and tried constantly to show her that she could be trusted. Then finally she couldn't wait anymore and she kissed Rachel's plum lips and was happily surprised when they kissed her back. It wasn't long after that that the girls knew it was love and everyone who was close to them outside of school knew too. Rachel's fathers Hiram and Leroy accepting Quinn into the Berry clan with open arms after proving that her intentions were pure towards their baby girl. Judy Fabray reluctantly let Rachel become a part of the Fabray household, but after spending a small amount of time with her she already loved the girl like she was her own.
It wasn't until Russel Fabray came back into the picture 6 months into their dating did they have any trouble. Rachel was silently pushing Quinn to go public with her and Quinn was just about ready to do so when Russel showed up at the door with a bucay of flowers, a box of chocolates and a bottle of very expensive champagne ready to give his marriage another ago. Quinn begged god to let her mother have strength the second she opened the door with Rachel closely at her side, the money she had clutched in her hand for the pizza man dropped to the floor and she yelled out for her mother and pushing Rachel protectively behind her. Russel knew who Rachel Berry was, he knew what the Berry men were and seeing how protective his little girl was to her he knew something was up, something he didn't like.
Judy stopped at the bottom of the stairs staring blankly at him, her eyes flicked to Quinn and Rachel before fixing back onto Russel. 'Quinn honey, why don't you drive Rachel home.' Rachel remembers the words clearly in her mind, she remembered how Quinn lightly nodded and pulled her by the arm past the glaring Mr Fabray and into her car. The silent car drive from Dudley Street to her home and the quiet moments they shared before she left the car, memorising each other's features with soft whispers and touches; their last kiss, soft and heartbreaking. Neither girl knew for certain that this would be their last interaction with each other but were both fearful enough to want to make sure that these moments mattered.
'I love you.' was whispered into the blonde locks as they shared a final hug. Quinn pulled back and placed her hands on Rachel's cheeks cupping them lightly; the brunette could see the fresh tears forming in the hazel eyes. 'Shhh,' she coxed, 'don't cry bub.' Quinn's lips twanged upwards slightly at the use of "bub". She kissed the tip of Rachel's nose and dropped her hands to clasp the Rachel's'.
'I love you so much Rachel Babra Berry, always have, always will.' she smiled at her whilst drawing small circles on her palm. 'Now go inside Little Star, I'll text you in the morning. It'll be okay, I'll be okay.' Rachel got out of the car and into her house, then into her room. She wishes she hadn't she wished she'd stayed with Quinn, that she made Quinn stay the night. But she knew then and she knows now that that was never an option. She would never let Rachel face her father and wouldn't leave her mother alone to deal with him. She spent that night unable to sleep, lying on her bed with her phone held in her hand clutching it to her chest waiting for Quinn.
The next morning she woke with a single text in her phone, one she was not ready for. 'I can be with you anymore, I am so so sorry.' She has read that text over a thousand times in the past month not able to understand it, understand why. What did Russel Fabray do that would possible make Quinn allow this to happen?
A few weeks after the text Rachel found out about Finn and Quinn's new relationship and saw Quinn dive head first back into her mask wanted nothing but popularity only protecting Rachel and the rest of the Gleeks from the increasing amount of slushing and dumpster throwing. Rachel found herself constantly leering at the blonde finding it impossible to look away from her, searching for her Quinn. When she finally confronted her last week, all the questions she had perfectly planned in her head slipped out and new words formed in her mouth pouring out trying to find understanding. When they kissed she wanted nothing more than to forget the past and for those moments believe they were still happily together, but she couldn't. Now Quinn wanted to write this song with her, Quinn stood up for her and believed in her something that very few people have before and she wish so hard that this was Quinn coming to her senses. But wouldn't allow herself to get her hopes up, she had been disappointed before and will again.
A quiet creak at the door caused her to turn her head swiftly in its direction, Quinn Fabray slipped into the room trying to keep her nerves at bay. 'Hi, Rachel.'
~~~NP~~~
Santana was at her locker idly trying to open it when Brittany appeared beside her, 'Hey,' she spoke softly, Santana looked at her briefly before turning back to the lock into her hands. 'Can I ask you a question? We used to be really close, and I really miss being your-'
'Still waiting for the question.' Santana said dryly refusing to look at her again.
'Did I do something wrong?' she asked this time a little more strongly than the previous introduction.
Santana finally looked her way, 'I don't know did you?' she said harshly. 'All I know is that you blew me off to be with Stubbles McCripplepants.' She continued hushed so only she and Brittany would be able to hear. 'It's fine, it's your loss. Because now I get the chance to write an awesome heterosexual song about Sam, that we're going to sing at Regionals.' It hurt her to say it, to act like it was fine. She wanted to tell her the truth, but couldn't stand being rejected again.
Brittany sighed, 'Wait, you're still dating Sam?' she asked. 'But you told me you were in love with me.'
'I honestly don't know what I was thinking,' she sneered, turning back to her locker picking up the lock again. 'Look, can you stop staring at me? I can't remember my locker combo.'
'Well, well.' Sue Sylvester said from behind them, causing them both to turn and look at their ex coach. 'If it isn't Tweedle-dum and Tweedle-fake boobs.'
'You know, you can't talk to us like that anymore.' Brittany said, Santana looked at her sadly self-consciously folding her arms over her breast. 'You're not our cheer coach anymore.'
'I'm not anyone's cheerleading coach anymore, you betrayed me.' She said darkly, Santana just shook her head turning back around to her locker, Brittany following suit. 'And in case you haven't heard, I like to play dirty.' Both girls opened their lockers simultaneously and dirt fell onto them covering them. Sue Sylvester walked away as they screamed and coughed dirt out of there mouths.
'I don't even remember putting that in there!' She heard Brittany beside her, as her thoughts finally collected themselves.
'Come on Britt.' Grabbed the blondes arm dragging her towards the nearest bathroom.
~~~NP~~~
'Why are you doing this?' Rachel asked angrily moving closer to Quinn.
'I am doing this Rae, because I think it's a good idea and I think that it'll be the reason we'll win regionals.' She said trying to keep her voice as flat as possible; she could feel her mask slipping as it always did when she was around Rachel.
'Then you could have just said that it was a good idea, you didn't have to offer to write a song with me.' She responded.
'You don't want to write a song with me?' Quinn asked hurt.
'No Quinn don't pull that shit with me.' she swore. 'You know that's not what I meant.'
'Look, I want to help you do this with you because you are my friend and I don't want to lose you.' she moved closer, to anyone else it would of been uncomfortable for them to be this close without touching but for them it was almost peaceful.
Rachel sighed angrily, 'Quinn, don't pull the friend card with me, we are so much more than that and you know it. Or did you suddenly forget that? Wow, looks like Finn's mannerisms have already started moving onto you that was fast.' Quinn pushed Rachel onto the wall behind her and put her hands flat against the wall on either side of Rachel's face.
'I haven't forgotten anything, I cannot forget. I am trying so hard to, but every time I see you all I want to do is kiss you and call you "Little Star" but I can't.'
'Why not?' Rachel pushed lightly tears swelling in her eyes.
'Becaus-' Behind them the door opened violently and a dirt covered Brittany and Santana came rushing in afterwards.
'I am going to kill her!' Santana shrieked, before stopping dead in her tracks in front of Rachel and Quinn. Quinn leaped back as though she had been burnt and Rachel just stood there stunned, both girls knew what that must have looked like and the smirk on Santana's dirty lips only confirmed that. Brittany who hadn't noticed Santana stopping ran straight into her back causing them to land in a very compromising position on the floor. If Quinn and Rachel weren't so shocked they probably would have laughed at the situation.
'Oh, sorry S.' Brittany said trying to get up, she finally spotted the two other girls. 'Oh hi Rachel, Quinn, me and San are all dirty.' Santana who had been trying to get up let her head drop to the floor again. Rachel coughed awkwardly and looked over to her blonde.
'I see that...' Rachel said slowly. 'Uh, Quinn I'll see you tomorrow in the Auditorium after school.' She just nodded. 'Bye girls.' Rachel said walking out of the bathroom. Santana finally got up and smirked at Quinn, she didn't know what was happening between the two girls but she was sure as hell going to find out.
'Let's go get our shower on Britt.' she smiled at the blonde before exiting as well, Brittany close behind.
'Shit.' Quinn said to herself.
AN3: Things are going to get fun now... well after regionals which will be next chapter, even then ~fun times~ I hope you like Brittana...
See you soon-ish.
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