Can you come and get me? My mom had to work early. Xo B
Sure, I'll be at your place in 30. X S
Santana woke up to that message, and after sending she knew she had to hurry because when she looked at her phone she saw it was already 6:45AM and they needed to be in school at 8AM, so she jumped out of bed and washed herself, brushed her teeth and got dressed. She still had five minutes to brush her hair and get in the car, and she hurriedly pulled her hair in a ponytail and pulled on some jeans and a t-shirt with long sleeves. She ran down the stairs and grabbed an apple and then she made her way to her car. Her books and stuff were still in her car where she had left them on Friday, and she sighed in relief.
She started her car and drove off into the direction of Brittany's house and when she finally arrived there, it was 7:30 and they had enough time. She stepped out of the car and knocked on the front door, and grinned at Brittany's mother when she opened up looking like she was in a hurry.
''Hey Santana, see you later, honey,'' she said, and then she hurried of to her car. Santana stepped inside and looked around to see if she could see Brittany, but she realized Brittany wouldn't be ready yet so she walked up the stairs to the blonde's room.
''Britt, are you done yet?'' she asked through the door, and she heard a hum and then the door opened. Brittany was wearing her favorite jeans and a tank top, and over the tank top she had a vest. ''You look nice, Britt but come on, we need to run,'' Santana said, and Brittany grinned.
''You look okay too, San, but why are you wearing that shirt? It's one of the shirts you said you'd throw away,'' she said in confusion, and Santana just shrugged and made her way downstairs again. Brittany followed her and went into the kitchen to grab an apple, and the girls then made their way to the car.
''You know about those bruises, Britt. This shirt is just right for it, so I'll throw it away later,'' she replied finally, and Brittany just stared at her. It didn't really matter. Santana's phone buzzed indicating she got a new text, and she took it out of her pocket and unlocked the screen while she stepped in the car.
Pick me up. I have no ride. Quinn
''We're also picking Quinn up I see,'' Brittany said with a smile, and Santana started the car. Quinn always texted her whenever she didn't have a ride but normally she wouldn't hear much from the blonde. Ever since Quinn had hooked up with Sam she'd been too busy to spend time with her friend.
''I hate it when she does that,'' Santana replied, but Brittany didn't answer. The statement didn't need an answer. ''You know, I'm sorry for the weekend, though.''
''Why?'' Brittany asked, finally looking at her as Santana maneuvered her way to Quinn's house. She looked confused and Santana smiled. It was a weak smile, but a smile non-the less.
''Because I was a bitch. I shut you out and I didn't mean that,'' she replied, and Brittany just shrugged and the silence fell over them again. Santana stopped in front of Quinn's house and they waited until the blonde came out, stepped in the car and then they drove off again. Quinn didn't say a word, and neither did Brittany, so Santana didn't bother starting up conversation. She didn't feel like talking anyway.
She parked the car at the parking lot in front of the school and stepped out, not waiting for Brittany or Quinn before she made her way in. She felt strange going to school after what happened at the party and the people around her made her feel self-conscious. It was weird because she'd never felt that way before.
''Hey Lopez, how did you like the party? Heard you got it on with some dude in my bedroom,'' she heard Puck yell through the hall before she saw him, and she closed her eyes as she stood in front of her locker. She'd hoped nobody had heard about it yet, but now she had to spin her tale in front of the whole student body and it felt wrong.
''Yeah, who told you?'' she asked, avoiding answering the question for a moment. Puck stood in front of her before she knew it and she jumped, even though she knew he was there. ''You need to stop listening to all those rumors going around about me, Puckerman,'' she added, and the boy grinned at her.
''Well, Dave Karofsky told me you were dating, and that you had sex with him in my room,'' he replied, and Santana tensed and tried to figure out a way to spin her tale around that.
''Not exactly true, about the sex part, but we did talk and we hit it off. He saved me from some asshole trying to rape me in that room of yours,'' she said slowly, and the grin faded from Puck's face, but Santana opened her locker and didn't look at him anymore. She couldn't.
''I didn't know, I'm sorry. Though I have to tell you Dave is trouble, you know?'' he said, and Santana just shrugged. She wasn't planning on answering those accusations because she knew they were true, and she didn't want to think about it.
''I don't really care, you know I'm trouble too,'' she replied before she walked away, leaving him standing at her locker alone. She didn't want anyone to know what happened because she needed Brittany safe more than she needed Dave out of her life.
Brittany saw what happened between Puck and Santana, but she couldn't hear what was being said. Quinn had already gone to her own locker and as Brittany made her way to her locker, she smiled at Puck.
''Hey Noah, can I ask you something?'' she said in a way of greeting, and the boy stared at her for a while before nodding and running his hand through his Mohawk. ''I don't know if she told you but Santana is dating David Karofsky now,'' she started, and Puck frowned.
''She told me, yeah,'' he replied, and Brittany nodded. She thought Santana did, because of the way she looked when she walked away. There was something in her eyes every time she talked about the boy, and Brittany just couldn't place it.
''Well, I just wanted to ask you to help me keep an eye on her. Also Finn and Sam and Mike, because I think something is going to happen, he's bad news. Even my mom says so,'' she rambled, and the boy nodded.
''Yeah, I was thinking the same thing. She really needs someone to look out for her Britt, she's not as strong as she likes people to believe,'' Puck said, and Brittany frowned at that, but she agreed. ''Hey, I've known her for a long, long time Britt, even before middle school, and I know she's not the badass everyone thinks she is,'' he added when he saw her face, and Brittany nodded.
''I know, and that's why I'm worried about her.'' Brittany turned around when she heard a voice call Puck's name and she rolled her eyes when she saw Karofsky stalk toward them. ''I hate him…'' she mumbled, but Puck luckily didn't hear it.
''Hey, have you seen Lopez? I thought I sent her a text to meet me here but…'' he said looking at Puck, and then at Brittany. Brittany looked down, not liking the way he was looking at her, and when Puck saw this, he took her hand.
''No, haven't seen her. She's probably already in class, though,'' he replied like he didn't care, and Karofsky cursed and left them again. ''Come, we're going to make Santana jealous with our friendship, she'll come to you eventually with what's going on.''
''You're right, Noah,'' Brittany replied with a smile, and both of them made their way to class.
Santana couldn't help but stare at Brittany and Puck, hands joined, walking in the classroom. She didn't know what it was, but it seemed like they were dating with the way they were holding hands. And as if that wasn't enough, Brittany didn't come to sit next to her, but moved somewhere at the back with Puck. Santana sighed and looked down at her table, but then a hand on her shoulder startled her.
''Lopez, I've been looking for you,'' Karofsky said, and Santana could feel all the blood leave her face. He sat down next to her and she cursed Brittany for not sitting next to her, even though Santana knew Brittany didn't do anything wrong. She tensed when he took her hand but didn't say a word, because she didn't want anyone to know what had happened. ''I see your lady friend is hooking up with Puckerman.''
''Shut up, Karofsky,'' Santana snapped, and he squeezed her hand painfully. After that she didn't say a word again, knowing he would do more than squeeze her hand. He stared at her and she looked at the board.
''You need to learn where your place is, Santana, because you're my girlfriend now and you need to show people how much you like me,'' he said softly, and then he couldn't say anything more because the teacher walked in and asked for silence.
Brittany had stared at Santana the whole hour in class, and she didn't like what she saw. Santana had been pale all though the class but she'd left right after the bell had rang so she couldn't catch up on her. Karofsky had followed her, but when Brittany made her way out to the hall she couldn't see either Santana or Karofsky. She wondered what was going on.
''Brittany! Didn't you love the party at Puck's?'' a voice behind her asked, and she turned around and saw Tina and Mike standing there. She smiled at them and nodded, but then she turned around again and made her way to her locker. No Santana there either.
''I had a hangover but I did enjoy it,'' she replied when she had opened her locker, and Mike placed a hand on her shoulder.
''Puck told me we should keep an eye on Dave and Santana. I saw them go outside and Puck is out there with them,'' he whispered, and Brittany nodded and sighed in relief. She had worried about Santana before but not like this. She wished she could be the one to go out there to help her friend.
''Thanks Mike, I appreciate it. I don't understand why she's dating him now,'' she replied, and Mike shrugged.
''Sometimes people do stupid things; sometimes people do it to keep other's safe. I don't know either but there is something going on there and we will find out Britt,'' he told her, and she nodded. He hugged her quickly before moving away, and Tina just smiled and followed him. Brittany looked at the door, the one she knew Santana was behind, and wondered what would happen if she went out there to see what was going on. She decided not to, and she would hear everything from Puck either way so she stood there, leaning against her locker waiting for them to come back in.
Santana stumbled out of the door and leaned against the wall next to it. She hated the way she felt around Karofsky, she needed to find a way to get okay with it because it was going to be happening a lot. She would be around her rapist a lot.
''I thought you'd go out here. Nice place to make out, isn't it?'' she heard his voice before she saw him, and she wasn't fast enough to walk away before he pinned her against the wall. ''I knew you'd want to kiss me again after what happened at the party,'' he said, and she shook her head. She felt dizzy and her knees were shaking. The only thing holding her up was his body, and it made her sick to her stomach.
''Get off of me,'' she said softly, and then she cursed herself for being so weak. She was a bitch; she needed to act like one. She tried to push him off of her but he just put all of his weight against her and she felt the air leave her. He kissed her then, hard and rough. She almost choked on his tongue when he pushed it in her mouth, but then he was pulled off of her and she sank down to the ground, her legs not strong enough to hold her up.
''I thought she said to get off of her,'' Puck said menacingly and Karofsky sputtered something. ''Yeah, well I think you need to leave her alone, because you're an asshole and I don't see her liking it,'' Puck replied against the sputtering, and Santana closed her eyes. She needed to let Puck believe nothing happened, but she didn't know how.
''Puck…'' she said as she stood to her feet, and she saw him looking at her when she opened her eyes. ''Nothing happened, I didn't feel so good and he helped me,'' she lied, and she was glad her voice didn't betray her. ''Let him go,'' she added, and Puck stared at her for a moment before letting the boy go.
''I thought…''
''You thought wrong, Puckerman,'' Santana snapped, and the boy sighed. ''Hey, just don't butt into my business Puckerman and everything between us is fine,'' she added, and he nodded.
''It's just… you looked like you needed help there,'' he said pointing at Karofsky who was still muttering under his breath. Santana stared at him, and then shrugged. ''Okay, it's your life,'' Puck said and then he left. Santana was scared, scared to be alone with Karofsky, so she followed Puck before Karofsky could think of a way to get to her again, and she made her way to her locker. She was surprised to see Brittany there. The next class had already started.
''Why aren't you in class?'' Santana asked in way of greeting, and the blonde shrugged. ''I'm not feeling so good, so I'm going home,'' Santana added when the blonde didn't say anything. She opened her locker and placed all her books in there, knowing she didn't need them anymore today.
''Oh… okay. I just wanted to know how you were doing because you didn't…''
''I'm fine, Britt. I'm just… I feel sick…'' Santana replied before the girl could think of something to ask, and Brittany just nodded. Santana felt bad for lying to her best friend but she couldn't tell Brittany anything. She heard Karofsky walk in from outside and she turned around just in time to see him make a rude gesture toward Brittany.
''He's such an asshole,'' she heard Brittany mutter, and Santana closed her eyes and tried to find her strength to say something, but she couldn't. She couldn't defend Karofsky because Brittany was right.
''I'm sorry,'' she said softly, and then she turned around to Brittany who stared at her in confusion. ''I'm sorry for acting the way I did, but I really don't need you to tell me what to do, okay? I know what I'm doing.''
''I know, San, but I worry about you. You've been acting weird since Saturday and I just want to be there for you,'' Brittany replied, but Santana sighed and closed her locker.
''Please, just mind your own business okay? I love you but I don't need you to be there for me with everything I do.'' She made her way out of the school and sat down in her car, and that's when the tears came. She didn't mean anything she'd said to Brittany, she did need her, she needed her best friend to see what was going on, but she couldn't tell her. She hated the situation she was in, especially because she put herself there. She wiped away the tears and started the car. She would go home and sleep, think over the situation and try to find a way to get out of this without telling anyone what happened. She had to keep Brittany safe even if it meant feeling like this all the time.
Brittany felt the tear on her cheek but didn't wipe it away. Santana had never acted like this, not even after she told Brittany she loved her. It was strange and it hurt, but Brittany knew something was definitely off now, because Santana wouldn't talk like that.
''Hey Britt, what are you doing out here?'' Artie asked as he rolled toward her, and Brittany shook her head and closed her eyes. ''Hey, everything okay?''
''Yeah, it's fine, can you please leave me alone?'' she asked and then she opened her eyes and sank down on the ground. ''I don't feel so well and I don't have a ride home,'' she added, and another tear slipped down her face. She hated it when she was crying and especially in front of her ex.
''Don't worry, my dad will give you a ride home if you want,'' he replied, and she shook her head. ''Hey come on, it doesn't mean anything, I'm just trying to be nice,'' he added, but he didn't sound nice anymore.
''You know Artie, I really liked you before the whole 'you're so stupid' thing, but I cant just forget what you said,'' Brittany said, and he sighed. Brittany looked up at him, and she could see him staring right through her.
''I didn't mean that, you know. I was hurt, I was upset, and you just defended her again and I hated that. But I didn't mean that,'' he added, and then he looked at her. ''I love you and I don't know how but I want to make it right to you, I want to try again, Britt.''
''I don't, Artie. I'm in love with someone else and I… I need to figure it all out,'' she replied, and then she stood again. She grabbed the books for the next class and closed her locker, and then she turned around and looked down at Artie. ''I like you, but I don't like you like that anymore. We can be friends or something, but we'll never be more than that,'' she told him, and he nodded and rolled away, and Brittany could tell she'd hurt him again. But this time she didn't care; she only cared about Santana and Santana didn't care about her anymore. Santana cared about her reputation and about dating Dave, and that was all.
''Britt, I'll take you home at the end of the day, okay? Don't worry about it,'' she heard Puck say, and she nodded and smiled. Puck was a real friend, and she hoped they would spend some more time together. He was friends with Santana too, and that only made it better.
''Thanks Puck, I appreciate it,'' she replied, and she went on her way to her next class. Finding the rooms would be hard without Santana showing them to her.