Who in the hell would do this? Brittany thought, as she was holding the sobbing Santana in her arms on her bed. Brittany helped Santana clean up the mess before her parents could see. When Brittany first saw those words, she simply stood there in shock and immediately ran to comfort her girlfriend.
Brittany saw the towels tossed aside onto the computer chair. The red paint stained onto the towel reminded her of blood, and it made her shiver. They did not say a word too each other for about two hours. They could still see the words slashed onto the garage as if the image was printed onto the outside of their eyes. They could not shake it off and Santana cried even harder. Her tears were running down Brittany's arm and she took in deep long breaths trying to breath in between her sobs. All Brittany could do was put her hand over Santana's hair and hug her tighter.
"San—" Brittany said, breaking the silence, "shh…it's going to be okay."
Santana lifted her head from Brittany's arm and looked at Brittany with an angry confused look.
"How can you say that Britt? How are you not upset about this?"
Brittany took in a deep breath and took some time to organize her thoughts.
"I'm not upset, Santana, because I know that those words are just words."
"But, they're words that hurt, Britt. A lot."
"I know, San. I know." Brittany rearranged her sitting position so she was facing Santana and looked straight into her eyes. "And I know, that you and me are going to get over this. So, Santana, I need you to be the strong and gorgeous girlfriend that I love because, San, we will get over this."
Santana simply nodded and hugged her. She smiled at Brittany as they moved back to release the embrace and Brittany kissed Santana on the lips. She kissed her like everything was going to be okay as long as they were together. And Santana gripped Brittany on the hips as their kiss became more intense. Brittany then kissed away all the tears on Santana's face, as they sat in the darkness with the image of the garage door still haunting in their eyes.
The whole spray-paint problem was kept a secret. Nobody else saw in the neighborhood besides the two girls. Brittany and Santana arrived at Glee Club, pinkies linked. They both agreed that they would act like nothing happened and with entering the door, both of them smiled nervously trying too hard not to break. They sat down in their usual two seats in the back as Mr. Schue entered the door.
"Okay, you guys! Let's get down on this whole National's business. Let's start with some brainstorming on our musical-like performance."
Rachel raised her hand immediately after the word "musical."
"Yes, Rachel?"
"I know that everybody might not be as educated in the broadway business, as I am, but I would like to suggest to do something on the lines of the famous Ms. Judy Garland's musical, Meet Me in St. Louis. Where the two main characters start off as neighbors, in which they fall desperately in love with each other after a romantic scenery of turning off the lights."
"Did she just say, the two people fell in love from making the light switch from on to off?" Mercedes whispered to Kurt.
"You mean they were about to have sex, right?" Puckerman questioned, bluntly.
"No, Noah. They did not have sex." Rachel said, "They had a simple person to person encounter which was sparked by turning off the lights."
"Rachel," Mr. Schue interrupted, "I do like the idea of having some sort of storyline that starts off with a simple gesture. It will be like the Starcrossed Lovers don't need anything extravagant to immediately fall for each other. Thank you Rachel for your suggestion."
Rachel smiled so proudly that her teeth were blinding half the club. That shine was completely overshadowed by the sudden interruption of a boy in the wheelchair.
"Well, I think it's stupid," Artie said bluntly. "Two people, just don't fall in love from stupidly going around and making the room go dark. I mean, anyone can do that. If that was even true, that means everyone in this room would be heads over heels in love with me. And you know, I wouldn't mind that sort of lovin'"
"Now Artie," Mr. Schue said, "I know that you aren't too thrilled with this assignment, but please bear with us. It will get better."
Artie scoffed at Mr. Schue's comment.
"Wait Mr. Schue," Sam said suddenly, "I actually second whatever Artie, just said. I mean, I'm really into my girl and all," He winked at Mercedes, "but I just think Artie's right. People just don't fall in love after a cheesy montage. It takes work."
"Preach, my brother," said Artie as he high-fived Sam, "I think, the leads for Nationals should be for a couple that isn't a sickening stereotype of high school puppy love."
Santana then, stood up angrily as she stomped towards Artie.
"So, you think that whatever me and Britt have isn't real?" screamed Santana.
"Woah, woah, Santana calm down!" Mr. Schue interjects stopping Santana in her tracks.
"That's what exactly what I think," Artie says without hesitation.
Mr. Schue was holding back Santana as she charged for the wheel-chaired boy. Artie sat there smiling as Santana was about to kill him.
"You fucking cripple! You were the one that wrote all those fucking things about me and Brittany!" Santana said while struggling from Mr. Schue and, now, Finn and Puckerman's hold.
"MS. LOPEZ," Mr. Shue yells, "Office. Now!"
Santana stormed out the door, slamming the door behind her before anybody could see her sob. Brittany was about to follow Santana until Mr. Schue stopped her.
"Brittany—" Mr. Schue said, "what was Santana talking about with the 'things' about you and Santana."
Brittany hesitated not knowing what to do and she was a bit dizzy from all the drama going all at once that she said, "Nothing, Mr. Schue. She was just um, confused with something else."
"Okay, but tell me if there is anything wrong Brittany, please."
She nodded as Mr. Schue dismissed class early as he headed to the principal's office. Artie just sat there smiling and looking back at Sam who had the same menacing smile.