That night, you tossed and turned until you came up with a reasonable plan to fix everything. You weren't quite sure if it would work, but you had to try. This was about Santana, so it was really important. You couldn't screw it up again. With that as your last thought, you finally drifted off into a couple hours of nothingness.
Waking up, the plan pops right back into your head. With a feeling of guilt but also relief sliding into your stomach, you realize your first step. The step that you must complete today.
You need to break up with Sam.
It was inevitable, really. You only chose him over San for a bit was because she had to go to New York, since her waiting here for you was just wrong. You probably would have stayed with him until graduation, but the harsh reality of the Quinn situation made it seem very urgent.
You do care about him, a lot. But in the brotherly way. In the best man way, with him wearing a tux and watching you while you walk down the aisle and you see her and her dark hair is so...
Focus Britt. You have to do this in the nicest way possible, because you do care a lot about his feelings. So you wait until after glee rehearsal and ask him to hang back for a second. He walks back and sits next to you, and you both watch the others walk out of the room.
"Sam, I have to tell you something," you begin, already hating how cliche you're sounding. Before you could even get to the hard stuff, though, he interrupts you.
"You're breaking up with me, aren't you?" He asks, with a sad but understanding look on his face.
You slowly nod, but you're completely shocked. How could he possibly have guessed this? You're confusion must have been showing, because he explains before you can even ask him the question.
"Wondering how I guessed it?" he starts, glancing at your nodding head before continuing, "I'm not sure, I just had this weird feeling. I feel like ever since Diva Week, when Santana came back, you've been just getting steadily more distant, you know? And I figured you hearing about Quinn and Santana yesterday might've been a deal breaker of some sorts. I still love you, of course, but I understand if you just love her more."
"So we can still be friends? And we can still hang out and sing songs together?" You ask, just wanting to make sure you are not losing Sam entirely.
Sam gives you his signature goofy smile, and your whole body slowly relaxes. "Of course, Britt. I'm always here as a friend for you."
You're honestly just so happy how this turned out that you throw yourself into his arms, loving the way he can still hug and squeeze you back even though you're just friends. You talk to him a bit more about this week's assignment (something about movies) before hugging him again, but for a goodbye. Making your way back to your car, you hop in and drive home.
Flopping down onto your bed, you realize you don't even know what this Quinn and Santana thing is. You know it's gross, but you don't know how to define it. You're assuming it was just a one-time hookup because you thought Quinn was straight, but Quinn can be really surprising sometimes so you do not want to underestimate what this "Quinntana" thing is. You realize the only way to figure out is to ask. So, you pick up and call your number three best friend (well, maybe number two now because you don't think you even count Q as a friend currently).
It only rings once before you hear that familiar voice.
"Brittany? You haven't called in ages!"
"Oh, sorry Rach. It gets busy, you know with Cheerios and Glee..." You trail off, your mind trying to think up how to phrase your question.
"Oh yes, I remember! So how have you been?" She asks, preparing for a long conversation that you just couldn't handle right now. You decide to keep the conversation short.
"Fine, Rachel. But I have a question."
"And i have an answer." She responds jokingly.
You decide to just come out and say it. "What are Santana and Quinn's relationship? Are they dating or...?" You ask rather bluntly.
You notice a hesitation before she responds. "Oh Britt, i can't answer that. Talk to Santana, not me. But maybe you should stay out of it for a bit." She responds, with a protective tone. You're surprised how close she and San had become.
"What do you mean, "stay out of it?" I was just wondering about it." You answer, going for a calm, reasonable voice.
"Britt, both you and me know what your true intentions are. Don't lie. And maybe you should stay out of it for awhile because I honestly do not want to see Santana hurt again, like when she first moved to New York. No offense Britt, but you can't just choose to come into her life when it's convenient for you. I talk to you later, but I've got to go practice for an audition. Bye." She ends rather abruptly.
You're completely shocked. Even though the conversation hurt your feelings a lot, you did pick up the need for you to "stay out of it." Which means there is something for you to stay out of. Which means it wasn't a one-time thing.
And that realization hurts more than all of Rachel's accusations could have ever hurt you.
Authors stuff: I have always thought of Sam as a caring person, so that's how i want him.
Additionally: i have an author's dilemma. I can ship either Brittana or Quinntana, so i can't decide the endgame of this story yet. Tell me which one you want, and I'll take your opinions into mind. THANKS