Note: Thanks to all for reading. There should be about one more chapter after this.

PS- I really don't believe Brittany is dumb (except for the whole Artie thing on the actual show). I think that she knows what she wants but in her head she assumes Santana only truly cares about boys and her reputation in the end; so why would she be the first to crack? Anyone else see it the same way?

I own nothing of Glee, even though my last name is Murphy.

Santana didn't hear from Brittany that night and the following day at school she did her best to avoid her at all costs. She watched Finn meet Brittany at her locker and that brought out Santana's rage. She stormed down the hallway bumping into anyone that dare cross her path. She made her way to the locker room and got ready for gym.

"Did you pick your glee song yet for tomorrow?" Brittany asked Santana as she was stretching.

Looking up at her long lean legs forced Santana to melt. "No," she said coldly.

"I have. It'll be good. I hope you'll like it," she said amidst that beautiful smile of hers.

Santana rolled her eyes and silenced her heart. "I was still drunk yesterday. So forget what I said to you." She quickly got up and walked over to another group of Cheerios and vowed to spend the class period with them and not look at the shocked and hurt Brittany.

The following day was the last day of school and excitement filled the hallways. Everyone was chattering about their summer plans with smiles on the faces. Everyone except Santana.

"Did your dog die or something?" Kurt asked upon seeing the glum girl sitting in her seat waiting for glee.

"Something like that."

Brittany entered the room with caution. She and Santana had barely spoken the past two days and she was confused. She assumed it had to do with being interrupted but if Santana said she was drunk and didn't mean it then what did it matter? Santana was making her question everything so she decided to sit beside Kurt on the opposite side of the room than the girl they viewed as a time bomb.

Mr. Schue entered the room beaming with joy with Ms. Pillsbury following behind him.

"Everyone excited that today is the last day?" he asked while clapping his hands.

All glee members cheered except for Santana. She was secretly screaming inside that she no longer had an excuse to see Brittany every day, even if that was the problem to begin with.

"Today is the song that sums up your school year. Now let's make it a day of great performances. Who wants to go first?"

"I do!" Santana said while rising. She never volunteered to sing first; usually she had to be forced to perform.

She handed the sheet music over and waited for the intro to Sheryl Crow's "Sideways" to start.

You know it ain't easy
for these thoughts here to leave me
there's no words to describe it
in French or in English
but diamonds they fade
flowers they bloom
And I'm telling you

These feelings won't go away
They been knockin me sideways
They been knockin me out lately
Whenever you come around me

These feelings won't go away
They been knockin me sideways
I keep thinking that in a moment that time will take them away

But these feelings won't go away

These feelings won't go away."

Tears start to fill Santana's eyes as she put more emotion into singing than she ever had before. She looked at Brittany who appeared completely blank and stopped before the next verse. She turned around and walked out of the room.

"She was totally singing that to me," Puck said proudly.

"I have a better chance of her singing to me," Kurt said as he ran after Santana. He didn't know why he was compelled to follow her but something about being unable to repress feelings reminded him of himself.

"Santana, where are you going?" he asked.

She stopped and sucked in all of her emotions. No one could see her vulnerable, especially not Kurt Hummel.

"Home. Starting summer vacation early."

He slowly stepped towards her. "I know we're not friends but I consider us family. You don't have to like family but you're stuck with them and they're there for you when you need them."

Kurt's words touched Santana in a way that made her grateful to have Glee in her life. "Thanks," she said, which shocked Kurt just as much as herself.

"Now are you going to tell me what's hurting you? Because I doubt its Puck like he believes."

Santana's eyes opened wide. "Puck? He thought I was singing to him?"

Kurt nodded.

"That bastard!" She snarled. Anger was now her main emotion. She didn't want anyone thinking she was singing to Puck, especially Brittany. Those words were her way of telling Brittany she couldn't stop thinking about her. "Wait till I get my hands on him," she said before charging back to the room. She walked in on Rachel belting out "No Good Deed Goes Unpunished." Of course that'd be her song.

Santana discretely gave Puck the middle finger before sitting down. When Rachel finished, Brittany jumped up. "My turn Mr. Schue!"

The eagerness from the two most reserved performers surprised Mr. Schue but he believed it to be that they finally embraced their gleeness rather than them trying to battle one another.

"My song is by Sheryl Crow too," Brittany said timidly, shocking no one but Santana.

"Go figure," Mr. Schue said sarcastically, knowing the girls were inseparable. But this was one thing that they didn't plan out together and yet still managed to pick the same artist out of all the singers out there. That said something to Santana, but the more she thought of how they were meant to be, the more she faced the pain of reality.

Brittany started to snap her fingers and sway at the front of the room as Artie strummed a guitar.

I woke up and called this morning,
the tone of your voice was a warning
that you don't care for me anymore.

I made up the bed we sleep in.
I looked at the clock when you creep in.
it's 6am and I'm alone.

Did you know when you go it's the perfect ending,
to the bad day I was just beginning.
When you go, all I know is you're my favorite mistake.

Well, your friends are sorry for me
They watch you pretend to adore me
But I'm no fool to this game

Now here comes your secret lover
She'd be unlike any other
Until your guilt goes up in flames

Brittany sang looking at Santana as the class clapped along but the lyrics were too chilling for the brunette. Did Brittany really consider this to be their dynamic and that Santana didn't care about her? She sat there dumbfounded and yet mesmerized by how adorable Brittany was as she sang.

Did you know could you tell you were the only one
that I ever loved?
Now everything's so wrong

Upon hearing those words, Santana wanted to run out of the room again but she couldn't be that obvious. She had to bite her tongue and feel her heart crumble as Brittany finished the song.

"Wow," Mr. Schue started while patting Brittany on the back. "The ladies are really packing on the emotion today. Any guy up for the challenge?"

Kurt jumped up at the opportunity but Santana couldn't even pay any attention to a lyric he sang. Her eyes were glued on the blonde across the room as her heart and mind entered another bloody battle.

"It's just Brittany," she said toherself. "It's just a high school experiment," she thought, but she knew better. This was for real. Nothing with Puck, Finn or anyone else truly compared or caused these types of feelings. Her eyes were only meant for the blonde sunshine of her life who was innocently twirling the curl of her ponytail and bouncing her leg.

Santana felt herself being covered in a thin layer of sweat. She was in love and there was a slight chance Brittany might have felt the same way but it could have been too late. She pushed her away out of fear of rejection and now it was a mess.

"Have a fantastic summer, be safe and see you all in September!" Mr Schue declared as everyone jumped up with excitement, bringing Santana back to the present.

"Party at my place tonight!" Finn announced as everyone's voices started to rise as they got the details. Santana stayed seated as she watched Finn place his arm around Brittany's shoulders. The only other person in the room that burned with the same fury was Rachel. It was the first and only time they ever agreed on anything even though they'd never know.

Santana grabbed her bag and rushed to the door.

"Lopez! See you at 8!" Finn yelled.

"Fuck you," she thought before running down the hall and out of McKinley High before anyone could see the pain in her face.

Once home, Santana laid in bed thinking. Her mind burned more than the tears she was fighting to keep in. This was all her fault. She lied that having sex with her was practice, that sex wasn't dating and that her longing for more was just a drunken confession. She should have told Brittany it wasn't, but she had one more chance and tonight was the night.