"Right?" repeated Brittany frantically. This couldn't be happening to her. Ever since she had met Santana, she knew there was going to be something special between them; she knew they were going to be together forever. "Babe," Sam began before Brittany cut him off. "Don't call me that! I'm not dating you, I'm dating Santana and only people who are dating call each other that, right Sanny?" right then the blondes voice cracked and Santana could tell she was desperately holding back tears, and that was one thing she couldn't deal with.
If you got to know her, Santana had a lot of emotions, she just hated showing them. Whenever someone very close to her cried, she couldn't handle it. Santana knew what would happen if the waterworks began, so she took this opportunity to slip out of the room with Quinn. Neither of them was happy, but Santana was on the sadder side of the emotional scale whereas Quinn was on the angry side.
"What the hell?" asked the girl quietly. "Do you think she's serious? Or is this some kind of way to win you back?" For once, Santana was at a loss for words. She knew Brittany was smart, but didn't think that she would do something this irrational to win her back. No one knew Quinn and Santana were dating besides a few close friends, so there was no way Brittany could have figured it out.
"Baby, I know this is really confusing for all of us, but it can't be easy to be Brittany right now. She's smart, but she's also one of the most innocent people I've ever met. She would never intentionally do this. Our break up was mutual." Santana cracked a weary smile and grabbed Quinn's hand. "We're dating, and that's the way it is. I won't get back together with Brittany, okay?" Quinn huffed a little before muttering a barely audible 'fine'.
Although Santana was clean and composed on the outside, she was a nervous wreck on the inside. Her hands were clammy and she was breaking a sweat. She was positive Quinn knew that she still loved Brittany, but that was something she had to deal with. Although she hadn't exchanged 'I love you's with this blonde yet, Santana was quickly falling head first into love with her best frenemy. But she couldn't deny that when she heard 'there's been an accident' her heart, which she had just glued back together, smashed into a million pieces.
"There's been an accident." Said the voice on the other line.
"Excuse me?" asked Santana, her heart suddenly beating faster than normal. "It's Brittany, she fell from the top of the pyramid. I know you two are no longer together, but she needs a friend. You may not know it, but she still talks about you constantly. Please come." The line died before Santana could reply. With shaky hands she placed her phone down and took a deep breath.
"What's wrong?" Quinn turned to look at Santana and placed a hand on her knee. "Whatever it is it'll be ok." Santana wiped furiously at her eyes not caring about smeared mascara or eyeliner.
"We need to go to Lima. Now. Take the fastest way possible, ignore the speed limit, I don't care as long as we get there quick." Santana was almost hyperventilating at this point. "Why do you want to go to Lima? I have that train pass Rachel gave me and I thought we could spend the day in New York."
"Quinn, Brittany's been in an accident. She's in the hospital. Please, please, please, just take me back to Lima." Slightly frustrated Santana was acting this way over her ex girlfriend, Quinn started her car and jumped on the highway. She knew the two had broken up, but they were friends, and Quinn was Brittany's friend too.
Eight hours later, the girls pulled up in Quinn's car. The trip was supposed to take ten hours, but after breaking virtually every law of the road, the girls arrived earlier than expected. Santana ran inside ahead of Quinn having only one thought on her mind; Brittany.
Back in present day, Santana felt like crying even harder now, remembering how she felt eight hours ago. "How will you tell Brittany you're not going to date her again?" The Latina stopped thinking for a moment, processing what Quinn had said. She forgot she would actually have to tell Brittany they weren't going to be back together, and this time she couldn't do it by singing a Taylor Swift song. She had to use real words in front of real people, and Santana wasn't good at caring words.
"Do I have to tell her?" that question but Quinn in a frenzy. She narrowed her eyes, pursed her lips, and put her hand on her hip. Santana flinched, realizing she had brought out what Puck would refer to as 'loopy Quinn.'
"What do you mean, 'do I have to tell her?' Santana, you can't leave this subject alone. Yes, I understand Brittany is a very fragile person, but you can't have both of us. You either need to call it quits with me, or explain to her what's happening." Sighing, Santana entered the room again. The atmosphere felt very tense, and she flinched knowing it was partly her fault it felt that way.
"Brittany, I have something I need to tell you." Brittany smiled. "Santana, I already know you love me, you don't have to say it! You say it all the time!" Santana let out an awkward giggle. "No Brittany, that's not what I need to tell you." Brittany looked dejected and hung her head. She reminded her of a puppy who had just gotten scolded. Santana sat down on the bed next to Brittany.
"Brittany, I will always love you, but we broke up. You're dating Sam now. I came back to Lima to talk to you. We went as friends and left as friends. Then I went to New York." Santana stopped for a moment, trying to use simple words and short sentences so she wouldn't confuse the girl. "I'm dating Quinn, and you're dating Sam. Aren't you happy with him?"
"I remember you coming back to Lima, but we weren't friends. You kissed me before we left Santana." This caused both Sam and Quinn to raise a eyebrow. "We may just be friends talking with our tongues super close, but I saw the way you were looking at me. You never broke up with me. You serenaded me with Mine. That's not something you sing to someone when you're breaking up with someone."
"Don't do this Brittany." Said Santana quietly. "Somewhere in your mind, I know you remember. I'm in New Haven with Quinn now. Please understand that." Brittany's face twisted into a confused look of sadness and guilt. "Sanny, I didn't mean to hurt you." The blonde sniffled a little bit. "But it's going to be hard going to sleep on Fridays because Fridays were our date nights." If Santana's heart wasn't broken already, it would have been now. Blinking back tears, the darker skinned girl got up from the bed and left the room. Quinn followed in pursuit.
"I think we need to leave you two alone." Said Brittany's mother quickly before the three awkwardly walked out of the room leaving Sam and Brittany alone. Brittany couldn't look Sam in the eye; had they dated? She couldn't remember. Then again she couldn't remember a lot of things, but she thought she would remember a break up between her and Santana. "We need to talk Brittany." Sam said gently.
"I know, but can we wait-" Sam walked over to the bedside. "No, you know we need to do this now. The sooner the better." Brittany sighed and unwillingly looked up at him. "Sam, I think of you as an older brother, and your impressions are really funny. I like you but I don't really think I would date you. You're super sweet and a great singer, but whatever happened between us isn't going to happen anymore."
Sam looked down at his lap and nodded. "I understand. So there's no more us." Brittany smiled awkwardly at him. "Just promise me one thing. Promise me you won't go back to Santana. I'm not saying this because I don't like her; I'm saying this because I think you deserve someone better. Santana is a player. Please Brittany, don't go back to her."
Brittany stayed silent for a few moments, listening to the beeping of a machine somewhere in a room near her. "I love Santana. I'm sorry Sam, but as much as I like you and as much as I like Quinn, I want to win her back."
Santana and Quinn sat at a small two-person table at a Starbucks near the hospital. Quinn took a sip of her Vanilla Bean latte while Santana stared down at her Chai Latte, slowly stirring her straw around in the steamy drink. "What are you thinking about?"
"Things."
"What kind of things?"
"Just… Things." Knowing Santana wouldn't specify on what kind of things, Quinn sighed and leaned back in her seat. "Do you want me to go talk to Brittany myself?" Santana slumped down on the table. "You can do whatever you want. I just need some thinking time." Quinn nodded and quietly left the brunette alone to think.
Upon arriving at the hospital for the second time that day, Quinn saw a dejected looking saw sitting on the hood of an old Ford truck. "What happened in there?" Sam turned around to face Quinn and she noticed tears streaming down his face. "She said we're just friends and she doesn't see us dating. At all, ever. She also said she wouldn't give up on Brittany, so good luck." Huffing, Quinn strutted through the automatic doors and pushed through the double doors leading into the hallway Brittany's room was located in.
"No more talking. Please." Brittany pleaded as Quinn walked into her room. She knew she would have to face the wrath of Quinn eventually, but she didn't think it would be this soon.
"I'm not going to yell, but I really think we should talk about this. I can give you some time if you want. You know, to adjust. But I have classes I have to get back to on Monday. We're staying the night, but leaving in the morning. I just want to talk to you because I know this must be hard. You think that you and Santana are still dating, but you're not." Quinn used the sweetest tone whilst talking to Brittany. The tone of voice she was using would be similar to one she would use to coax a frightened kitten from under a bed, and it seemed to be working until she said the last part.
"Quinn, now I know this must be hard for you because you obviously think you and Santana are dating, but you're not. All you two do is have sex. Santana says sex isn't dating, and Santana is always right." Quinn cocked her head to one side and let her mouth slightly hang open. She was very perplexed at the weird, yet convincing, logic Brittany was using against her.
"Well we-"
"No Quinn, let me finish. I think that you and Santana are just super close friends now. I just can't accept the fact that you two are dating. And as former Senior Class President of McKinley High School, I rule that you two aren't dating."
"Brittany, you can't use your excuse as being Senior Class President to break us up." Quinn said slowly, still trying to make sense of what she just heard.
"I just think that Santana and I am a better match, and I will fight for her." Furrowing her eye brows, the college student was about to let out a long string of words no one should hear, but just before she began the nurse walked in.
"Miss, I need you to leave now. I have to check her vitals."
"I was just leaving." She replied coldly. Quinn was not happy with what was happening. Since she knew both girls obviously had feelings for one another, she was going to have to stop this relationship madness. Grabbing her handbag angrily, she practically stomped out of the room and out of the hospital.
An hour later Santana finally got a text message from Quinn.
I left the hospital a while ago, but I really needed some time to cool off. I found a motel right outside of Lima. Room 47, you can't miss the building. See you soon xx
Contemplating on going to meet Quinn or going to meet her favorite brand of Vodka at the liquor store, she chose the smarter option. Santana already felt like crying and she figured getting drunk wouldn't help her to not cry.
The dark haired girl stepped outside into the dark night. It was April, so the temperature was mild. She glanced at the hospital parking lot and started to walk towards Quinn's car. Santana knew Quinn enjoyed walking alone when she was angry, so it was no surprise that the blonde had walked all the way to the motel instead of coming back to get her car. Taking a spare key from her handbag, she opened the driver's door.
An awkward silence filled the car as she drove along the empty road. Santana flipped through the radio stations. Click. The familiar sounds of Girl On Fire filled the atmosphere. Click. Dance With Somebody came on. "Are you serious?" Santana asked aloud to no one in particular. The next few stations came up with P!inks Just Give Me A Reason and, of course, We Are Never Ever, Ever Getting Back Together. Exasperated, she flipped off the radio and decided she could deal with the silence.
Exiting Lima, she came across an old motel building she hadn't known existed in her 18 years of living near it. A small neon sign proclaimed it to have vacancy, and she could tell why. She reminded herself it was only for one night and she could deal with it. Locking the car, Santana walked toward the only window with a light on. She knocked on the door and Quinn opened it.
Santana made haste in slipping out of her heels and into the double bed. Quinn lay down next to her. Her warm breathe tickled her neck as she heard Quinn lean over and whisper 'goodnight' before switching off the lamp. Santana did the same, but not before her phone went off. She picked up the device and saw a new message.
Hey San, it's Britt! It was really nice seeing you. I love you. Xoxo – Brittany
Santana smiled and typed out a short reply before returning her phone to the bedside table, turning over and falling asleep.
Love you too B. x - San
A/N: Heya! Well, actually Brittana and Quinntana :p ANYWAYS, I normally won't update this fast, but I had some free time. Here's chapter two, and comments/suggestions are welcomed :) Like my reference to Room 47? ;p In case you didn't figure it out, the whole sections in italics was a flashback from when Sue called Santana. Don't worry, Brittana will interact. Brittany won't give up that easily ;) I hate Bram so much I was practically strangling myself just by writing interaction between them.