"I had so much fun with you Friday night. Going out on a real date and coming home together was so much fun. I wish it could always be that way." Brittany told Santana as they walked into the girls bathroom.
"I told you B it can one day." Santana told her.
"One day? Which day because I like Saturdays." Brittany said.
Santana didn't try and figure the comment out, Brittany often got off topic. "I mean one day in the future Brittany when we're both single."
Brittany nodded with understanding. "What did Sam say? Is he going to be mad at me?"
"For what?" Santana asked.
"For stealing you away. I don't like doing mean things to people. I bet he's going to be mad."
Santana smiled. Easy as pie. "We don't have to tell anybody we're dating. We can keep it a secret and that way nobody will get hurt. Not Artie or Sam."
"How is that different from what we've always done. We've always dated boys but been together? And you said we couldn't do it that way anymore." Brittany asked.
Santana was caught off guard by the question. It was a good question. She figured the truth would be a good idea. Brittany wasn't smart but she wasn't dumb either.
"Because we were never actually going out back then. We were BFFWB's. Now we're dating. Now it's only you and me, nobody else. We just aren't telling anybody we're exclusive."
Santana had coined the term BFFWB's when she and Brittany slept together for the first time. Best Friends Forever With Benefits. Brittany had liked the term so much it stuck.
"Are we?" Brittany asked. "Exclusive I mean."
Santana's eyebrows scrunched. They'd better be, especially after all the trouble she'd gone through to make this happen. "Of course."
Brittany stared her down. "So if I asked Sam if you broke up with him he'd say yes?"
Santana shrugged, suddenly caught. Nope definitely not dumb. "Not exactly."
Brittany began to pout. "San," She whined. She frowned dramatically and crossed her arms across her chest.
Oh yeah, two can play this game. "What about Artie have you broken up with him yet?" Santana asked with confidence. Brittany's answer shocked her.
"Yes. I did yesterday. I went over to his house and told him we had to break up."
Wow. Nothing like moving the ball to her court. Well now she definitely needed to do something.
"Okay if you want me to I'll break up with Sam right now." Santana dug her phone out her pocket and typed a quick text.
"What are you doing?" Brittany asked confused.
"Dumping Sam so we can be together." Santana answered. Her tone was cold and casual.
"Not in a text message Santana that's mean. You have to tell him to his face."
Okay. A text sounded like a kinder way to handle it but whatever. "Fine."
"And do it nice. Say something nice."
Say something nice, what was this therapy? "What am I supposed to say that's nice? Thanks for keeping me warm for Brittany?"
Brittany laughed. "No don't say that." She thought it over. "Maybe sing him a song. Like the one you sang for me the other day. I've listened to it a hundred times since you downloaded it for me."
After their date Friday night Santana sang Smokie Robinson's 'Being with you' to Brittany. It got Brittany so worked up Santana had broken her no making out rule for the second time in a week. They hadn't only made out they'd had sex, again. This time at Brittany's house, her mother never knocked on the door first thing in the morning bitching about school.
"What am I supposed to sing to him?" Santana asked.
Brittany shrugged. "I don't know. Think of something that tells him the way you're feeling."
Santana nodded. "Fine." She said turning to leave the bathroom. "I gotta get to class B, but I'll see you in Glee Club." She caught herself before leaving and rushed quickly back over to Brittany and planted a kiss on her lips. "Love you Britt Britt." She said almost meekly, not yet comfortable with the display of genuine affection.
Brittany smiled. "I love you too San."
Santana didn't stick around for things to get all mushy. If she had she would have seen Rachel Berry walk out of a stall.
Later in Glee...
"Mr. Schue I want to sing a song. It's for Sam." Santana said the second she walked into Glee club that afternoon. She was late and had barely made the bell. Mr. Schue was standing in front of the class in his usual spot at the piano blathering on about something. A song is just what this class needed.
"Santana, Trouty mouth hurt Sam's feelings last time." Mr. Schue told her.
Santana smiled wickedly, Trouty mouth was fun. "It's not that. It's a different song. It's about our relationship, and my feelings about our relationship."
Mr. Schue gave her a worried look but relented. "Okay. Let's hear it."
Santana looked out amongst her classmates at the interested faces. Sam looked excited. Pity. Brittany was interested, waiting patiently, also not good. The only person not excited and anxious was Berry. What did man hands have to be worried about?
Santana turned to the waiting band members who all seemed to hold a look of impending doom. She'd tracked them all down earlier today and prepared them for this. They knew what to expect. "Okay hit it."
When the music started the familiar melody rang quickly into everyone's ears. It wasn't until the lyrics started that Puckerman began to laugh out loud followed by loud chuckles from Finn and Mike Chang. Both doing their best to hold back smirks.
Puckerman was the first to join the chant followed by his partner in crime Lauren Zizes.
"Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na, hey, hey, hey. Goodbye."
"Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na, hey, hey, hey. Goodbye."
Na Na Hey Hey kiss him goodbye, by Steam, was the only song that remotely explained the way Santana felt about Sam. It was harsh but hey it wasn't her idea. She wanted to text.
Mr. Schue only let it go on for one verse before he cut her off. "Santana." He said sternly.
"Mr. Schue we're supposed to sing about our feelings. Those are my feelings." Santana started to plead, she was doing her best to appear innocent but she knew nobody was buying it.
Sam sat confused in his seat. "I don't get it."
The comment caused most of the class to burst out in laughter. Santana even caught the hint of a smile on Mr. Schue's face.
"Dude." Puckerman said to Sam not bothering to hide his enjoyment.
Santana's eyes caught Brittany's and she saw that Brittany wasn't happy with her display. Okay maybe she did cross some sort of line. But she could fix this. She could fix this easy.
"Sam honey. I don't think things are going to work out for us. I think we should break up."
Santana saw Brittany smile proudly from her seat and relaxed just a tad. That didn't take much. Making Brittany happy was easy. All she had to do was make an effort to be nice. She'd even learned that a false apology after an insult would be enough to stave off any trouble from the girl.
"It's not you it's me." Isn't that what they always said on TV to make people feel better when they get dumped? And in this situation it was actually true. It wasn't Sam. It was her. He hadn't done anything she just wasn't into him. He should feel good about that.
Puckerman cut her off. "No dude, trust me, it's probably you."
The comment caused the class to laugh harder and on her way back to her seat Santana saw that Rachel Berry wasn't laughing. Spoiled sport she said to herself. What did she care? He was just some stupid boy.
