Santana arrived at school the next day, more confident than usual. Puck was already at his locker, sorting out his books for next lesson. The brunette walked over to Puck, opening her locker to throw in her bag. Puck glanced over at Santana, having to do a double take. "What the fuck are you wearing Lopez?" Puck muttered, looking up and down at Santana. "What, I'm positive that a certain blonde will like it." Santana smirked, thinking of Brittany. Puck couldn't take Santana seriously. She was wearing a red jumper, with cat prints on it. "I just thought you were wearing it cause you like pussy, Lopez." Puck chuckled while shutting his locker.
Santana rolled her eyes. Not because of Puck's comment, but because she could practically sense Quinn coming down the corridor. The loud corridor had fallen silent, and Santana turned to confirm Quinn's presence. The brunette passed a glare to the blonde, annoyed by her. She couldn't understand what Puck saw in her. Yeah she was good looking, but there were plenty of good looking girls around. "Santana, cute jumper.. rocking the Rachel Berry look today or?" Quinn chuckled, glaring at Santana. The Latina looked over at Puck, his eyes begging her not to retaliate. "I think it's a cute jumper Quinn". Santana turned around, only to be facing the blonde she was trying to impress. "Thanks Britt" Santana smiled, happy that the jumper had worked. Quinn shot Brittany a glare, shocked that she would say anything nice about the girl. "Puck, walk me to class?" Quinn asked, peering up at Puck, who grabbed his books to follow Quinn.
Brittany stood awkwardly next to Santana, not sure how to strike up a conversation with the girl. "So.. do you have a cat?" Brittany murmured, as Santana leaned up against her locker. "No.. but how's your cat.. Lord Wibinling?" Santana questioned, unsure of the name. "Tubbington" Brittany corrected, "and he's okay, last night I caught him smoking pot, but that's only because he broke up with his wife." Brittany said casually. Santana let out a small chuckle, before asking the girl what class she had first. "I have Spanish, but it makes my brain hurt" Brittany said, lifting her hand up to her head. "Ditch if you want" Santana said, shrugging her shoulders. "I have a spare, so I won't mind staying with you in the library." Brittany lowered her head, playing with her fingers. "You won't want to do that" she said, slowly shaking her head. "Why not?" Santana questioned, lowering herself to meet Brittany's gaze. "People get frustrated with me.. they call me mean names." Brittany muttered. Santana was speechless. She knew Brittany wasn't the smartest person ever, but she didn't know people made fun of her for it. She always thought that Quinn would have stopped people from saying things about it. "Well, we can always try, can't we?" Santana asked, as she lifted Brittany's chin to look into her eyes. Brittany smiled, pulling Santana into a bone crushing hug.
"You smell like apples" Brittany said, while the girls parted from their hug. Santana could feel her cheeks burning and instantly got mad at herself. Brittany wasn't supposed to have this sort of effect on her. If anything, she was the one who was supposed to be making Brittany feel this way. Brittany grabbed Santana's hand, pulling her towards the library. When they arrived, Santana asked where they should sit, causing a loud 'shhhh' to come from the Librarian. Brittany stood very close to Santana, whispering "she only said that cause the books are sleeping." They decided to sit in the far corner, which was pretty deserted. Brittany only wanted to sit there so no one could hear any stupid things she might say while Santana was teaching her. Santana opened her books, looking down to figure out where they should start first. For the first time, Brittany actually got to have a good look at Santana. She didn't look evil like Quinn had said, she actually looked quite, attractive. She had big cheeks, not chubby, but they suited her well. Usually Brittany didn't like brown eyes, but they really looked good on Santana. "So, where do you wanna start?" Santana asked, looking up at Brittany, who was hoping that Santana didn't catch her staring. "The beginning?" Brittany half-asked, nervous that Santana would get annoyed by her. Santana smiled, flicking her book to the first page. "Let's get started."
-About an hour later -
The bell had gone off, signalling the next class, but Brittany and Santana didn't hear it. Santana had been staring at Brittany for the last 5 minutes, marvelling at how cute her thinking face was. Her nose scrunched, and her eyes stared at the page, trying to figure out an answer. The Librarian interrupted the two, telling them that it was time to move on to the next class. They exited the library, parting their ways to go to and get their books for next class. "Brittany!" Quinn shouted, pacing down the hallway to meet her. "Please tell me that you did not just leave the library with Santana Lopez." she half-shouted. Brittany held her hands together, rolling on the balls of her feet. "You know how much I hate her, why would you do that. Do you know what people are going to say if they see you together? Our rep will go down the drain. How can you be so stupid Britt?" Quinn asked. Brittany cringed at the word 'stupid'. Tears started flowing down her face, shocked that the words spilled from her friends mouth. She walked down the corridor, ignoring everyone who asked if she was okay, and headed straight out the school. Puck and Santana were sitting on the side of the school building, Puck leaning against the building with a cigarette in his mouth. "Hey, isn't that Brittany?" he asked, nodding his head towards the crying blonde. Santana stood up to get a better look, confirming that it was in fact Brittany.
Santana jogged over to Brittany, who was now sitting on the grass. "Brittany are you okay?" Santana asked, squatting next to Brittany. Brittany pulled her knees up to her chin, tears still falling from her big blue eyes. "I just want to go home.." she said, in between breaths. "Okay, I'll take you home." Santana said, pulling her keys out of her pocket. "No, I can't. My mum is home and she'll get mad.." Brittany said, looking up at Santana with a pout. Santana kneeled in front of Brittany, placing her hands on the blondes knees. "You can go to my house.. no one is ever home." Santana said, with a smile. Usually she was sly about inviting girls back to her house, but she just wanted to get the sobbing girl away from whatever was troubling her. Santana led her to the car, giving Puck a nod on the way. Brittany was silent on the way to Santana's, looking out the window for most of the ride. Santana didn't want to question why the girl was so sad, mostly because she didn't want to see her cry again, and she would probably smack the person who made her cry in the first place. Santana didn't live too far from school, so it was only a short drive. Brittany noticed on the ride that she only lived a street away from Santana, but usually everyone lived close to each other, because Lima was such a small town.
Both girls entered the house, Santana basically collapsing onto the couch. School wasn't really her favourite place to be, and she loved when she got to return home. Brittany stood around awkwardly, not really knowing what to do. "You can sit you know" Santana said, laughing at how uncomfortable Brittany looked. Brittany joined the Latina on the couch, resting her head on Santana's shoulder. "You wanna talk about it Britt?" Santana asked, placing her hand on Brittany's knee. Brittany shook her head, breathing in very deeply. Santana felt warm drops of water land on her hand, signalling that Brittany was crying again. Santana sighed. She hated to see the girl in so much pain. She desperately wanted to kiss her, to make her smile and to just make her happy. For once, she didn't care about getting someone into bed. The brunette wasn't used to feeling this way, and was confused at why she was having all these emotions. It scared her. She was Santana Lopez. She couldn't be getting a crush on anyone, particularly Brittany. Santana looked at the crying girl, pushing the emotions into the back of her mind. All that mattered right now was making this girl happy. As long as she was happy, Santana was fine.
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