Hey people! CJ here! ive decided to turn this into a faberrry/brittana story, but still with the S/Q friendship i adore! so it will be listed as Brittany and Santana for the two characters, but it will include Brittana/faberry. im also changing the summary and all. ummm...thats about it:) illl hopefully be updating more frequently?

disclaimer: i dont own glee or only hope by mandy moore, which was made for a walk to remember. sad movie, btw :'(((( and i do realize the song only hope is pretty close to the title of my fic, but who cares!

Santana looked at Brittany, who's wide baby blue eyes were trained solely on Artie as she sat in his lap.

"Britt…"she trailed off, her eyes refusing to leave Brittany's angelic face. When did Glee club become so torturous that she had to sit and stare at Brittany and just wish life was…Well…perfect? She would be with Brittany, and the old Quinn, Santana, Brittany trio would be back and bitchier than ever. The Unholy trinity.

"I have a song to sing." Blurted Santana. It did fit this week's theme, about heartbreak and hurt and romantic sappiness.

"Shoot." Said Mr. Schuester. He motioned for Rachel to sit back down, who was belting out the lyrics to some song Santana didn't really care about.

"I want Brittany to dance this one with me." She mumbled, a little softly for Quinn's taste, who nudged her.

"Brittany, dance with me." Santana said, louder. Then she folded her hands in front of her as she nervously stumbled to the front of the room. She could feel soft hazel eyes trained on hers, and she pursed her lips as she met Quinn.

There's a song that's inside of my soul
It's the one that I've tried to write over and over again
I'm awake in the infinite cold
But You sing to me over and over and over again.

Brittany knew the dance to this. It was technically ballet, and Santana probably wouldn't like it if they danced together, so she was sucked into a whole Black Swan like routine.

Santana nervously nestled into her black jacket, trying not to look at Brittany dancing around her with the grace of a figure skater at home on the ice.

So I lay my head back down
And I lift my hands
and pray to be only yours
I pray to be only yours
I know now you're my only hope. Quinn's eyes met Rachel's, who was sitting in the first row but for some reason looking up at the blonde. Quinn felt her soul being humbled. Rachel gave a small, tight lipped smile before turning away.

Sing to me the song of the stars
Of your galaxy dancing and laughing
and laughing again
When it feels like my dreams are so far
Sing to me of the plans that you have for me over again

So I lay my head back down
And I lift my hands and pray
To be only yours
I pray to be only yours
I know now you're my only hope

I give you my destiny
I'm giving you all of me
I want your symphony
Singing in all that I am
At the top of my lungs I'm giving it back

So I lay my head back down
And I lift my hands and pray
To be only yours
I pray to be only yours
I pray to be only yours
I know now you're my only hope.

Quinn could see Santana fumbling for a hug from anyone, whoever would reach out and give her a warm embrace she needed. Santana wanted to so badly be loved, loved by Brittany, Brittany, who was probably bisexual at the very least. It hurt whenever Britt wasn't there. It hurt when she was with Artie. Everything hurt.

"Thank you…" Santana's eyes were tearing up. She was so sad, so very sad, so broken. When was Santana, Quinn's bitchy right-hand man (woman?), ever broken? The Glee club exchanged some very bewildered looks. Quinn choked back a sob in now normal synchronization of Santana.

"You're welcome, Santi." said Brittany. She traced a heart with her shoe on the linoleum, bashfully not wanting to meet the eyes of the Latina girl. As ditzy as Britt was, she sure wasn't dumb, and any person with an IQ greater than that of a Pre-K child could tell Santana wanted Brittany. So Brittany did nothing, except grab her satchel from Artie's lap, ignore Quinn's open mouthed expression, and rush out of the room. Yep, she had just staged a Rachel Berry. Now for the sobbing in the bathroom.

Rachel found Brittany surveying herself in the mirror, drying her bloodshot eyes and angrily thumbing away at her tears.

"Now you can be like me. Dramatically storming away in tears." Rachel joked, looking at Brittany in the mirror. The two were now staring at reflection's of each other.

"Hi." Brittany said.

"Hey there." Rachel smiled patiently.

"I have a question, Rachel?" Brittany asked suddenly, her tears diminished. Rachel smiled at Brittany's hospitality. When she wasn't around a bitch like Quinn—ok, too strong of a word—a mean person like Quinn, or a manipulative type like Santana, Brittany was actually a very nice person. Of course, she was a little dramatically upset right now, so maybe it was just the whole reversed roles working its warped magic.

"Yes, B?" Rachel asked, using the affectionate pet name that Quinn and Santana often uttered to her whenever she said something loud or not particularly appropriate.

"Do you like Quinn?"

Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap crap crap! thought Rachel, abruptly freaking out, She did Brittany of all damn people find out? That I like Quinn Fabray?

"You do." Opined Brittany, looking sastisfied, even smiling. She raised her eyebrow at Rachel, her tears dried and the deadpan look she usually presented worn down.

"Yes." Rachel gave in, "I like Quinn."

"I knew it." Brittany looked at Rachel, feeling their bond actually tightened. The two of them used to be good friends—was it really? Yes, grade school—but drifted apart after Brittany found the other two to complete the Brittany/Quinn/Santana Cheerio thing. And, as Santana would so often say, most lesbian/bi/gay people have great gaydar. So Britt could just tell, like it was some weird sixth sense feeling she could just reach out and grasp. The way Quinn and Rachel would just stare at each other when the other wasn't looking, the way Quinn watched Rachel sing, the way they were around the other, all obvious signs.

"How did you find out? And you need to swear you won't tell anybody!" Rachel humphed, looking defeated. Brittany fumbled for Rachel's pinkie, and then kissed Rachel's cheek, much to Rachel's surprise.

"It's a thing me and San do."shrugged Brittany. Rachel nodded, thinking of best friends. She had never had one. Maybe it was a thing they did together, something Rachel would never know.

"Ok then!" Rachel smiled at Brittany."Well, Glee club is ending in about twenty minutes. Mr. Schue said I had to be quick, so we better get back."

"Thank you." Rachel almost missed the two words, but she didn't.

"You're welcome. B."

"Santana. Santana." Brittany caught up with Santana in the hallway, who was dumping the contents of her locker into her shoulder bag.

"What?" she snapped. She shrugged away when Brittany reached out to stroke her arm. Why would she just run out of the room like that? After Santana sang that song—yes, she admitted-the song was for Brittany. Santana's only hope, Brittany.

"Honey, it's okay." She soothed, seeing Santana's eyes as she turned away, which were glazed over like two circular shards of glass.

"No. No it's not okay!" Santana almost screamed. People around her, the little that took their time after the after school rush, scurried out of the hall. An angry, yelling Santana was not a nice Santana. Brittany knew that, but she shrugged it off.

"Everything's going to be all right, Santi." Brittany desperately tried again.

"No! Nothing is okay. Your with Artie, I'm a closeted lesbian, somehow you became best friends with Rachel,yes, Britt, I saw you two linking pinkies down the hall a few seconds ago, and the only person there for me now is Quinn. Goddamn, Britt, I love you! I freaking love you, but you're my best friend, and it's impossible to love your best friend, and people, people will say things, not nice things, and Brittany, I can't see you get hurt!" gasped Santana, breaking halfway through, the hurt in her voice making poor Brittany's heart hurt. She reached for Santana, and a worn Santana accepted the hug.

"See, I told Brittany it would work if she just confronted Santana!" Rachel whispered victoriously to Quinn, warped ninjas crouching behind the lockers. Quinn nodded, leaning in to Santana and Brittany. Quinn and Rachel exchanged glances and a high-five.

"This is good for the both of them." Rachel summed up, "Santana's been hurting and so's Brittany."

What about me? Quinn thought, stealing a sidelong glance at Rachel, I'm hurting too. I wish you knew how I think about you every day.

" I love you." Brittany said as Santana melted into her arms. Quinn and Rachel both looked up, attentive, on hearing Brittany's tender voice speak those words almost too softly into the other girl's ears as Santana sobbed quietly.

"I love you." she repeated.

So, do you like? R&R please! also how was my santana monologue? i guess it could be considered a monologue! oh and for this story i will be doing a dedication to people i know or celebrities maybe each chapter. last chapter was my best friend:D so now i dedicate this to naya rivera and heather morris. i worship brittana, and they made this relationship happen and made me start bawling during that one eppy tht i cant remember at the moment(gosh it was sexy wasnt it? or silly love songs), when they sang landslide :'((((