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Rage

Santana's POV—

A week later, Santana had only made a little progress in getting over Puck. Mainly, she'd accomplished explaining to Quinn, Alana and Alex exactly how the breakup went, and she'd also very proudly changed Puck's contact name in her phone to "Butthead".

As for Brittany, Santana hadn't told anyone about even getting in touch with her, and she hadn't spoken to her since the wallet incident. Santana had actually had a couple urges to call Brittany's contact in her phone, but she had decided against it. It would just be really awkward, after all they went through in high school and then the incident in the bed...

Now it was Saturday, and Quinn, Santana, Alana and Alex were all going out to the same club that Santana had been at all alone. At the moment, they were all in Alex's car and he was driving.

They were all talking about nonsense, unimportant things. But finally, Santana asked Quinn, "Do you remember Brittany Pierce from high school?"

"No...?" Quinn answered, raising an eyebrow at the Latina. Alana and Alex hadn't gone to McKinley, so they sat in silence, unable to answer the question.

"She was one of those girls we used to tease all the time," Santana answered. "Blonde, tall...?"

Quinn shrugged. "I guess I remember. What does it matter? She was just one of those losers..."

"Uh, yeah sorry. I just, um, never mind," Santana grumbled. Quinn raised an eyebrow at her friend before coughing and continuing her conversation with Alana and Alex. Santana sighed and leaned against the window.

Finally, Alex asked Santana, "What's up with you? You seem kind of out of it."

"Are you still worked up over Puck?" Alana asked.

"Santana, you have to stop being so sad. He doesn't like you anymore, so screw him!" Quinn exclaimed. "You just have to look for someone who likes you."

"It's not Puck," Santana grumbled. "Well, part of it is."

"What else is up?" Alex asked.

Santana narrowed her eyes. "It doesn't matter," she decided, finally sitting up straight. "Are we almost to the club?" Alex just nodded and a few minutes later, they pulled up to the club.

The four of them hurried out of the car and into the building. Immediately, they all ordered drinks and then they started dancing.

Santana wasn't really enjoying herself. Quinn and Alana were looking for hot guys to dance with, and Alex was dancing around like a weirdo, because that's what he enjoyed doing. Santana was dancing awkwardly by herself, her drink in her hand. She was sad, annoyed and confused.

She didn't know how to explain how she felt, not to herself or to anyone. She was super pissed at Puck, but she was also sad, and also relieved, at the same time. She was confused about Brittany. She'd bullied her, and accidently slept with her, and still the blonde was so nice to her. Sure, they hadn't talked since the wallet, and maybe that was because Brittany wanted nothing to do with her.

Brittany had probably deleted Santana's phone number and just gone on with her life, not lingering on anything that had to do with Santana. After all, they didn't really know each other.

"Santana?" Alex asked her. "Are you sure you're okay? You're acting really different."

"Yeah, I'm fine," Santana grumbled, stepping away from all the dancing people. Alex followed her.

"Seriously, what's wrong?" Alex asked, concerned.

"Nothing... it's... nothing," Santana lied, narrowing her eyes as she finished her drink. "I think I just need some more alcohol.

The four of them all met up again to take some shots, and Santana took a couple too many, and found herself extremely drunk. She couldn't walk straight, and her vision was unclear. Not again... I don't want to sleep with another girl...

Santana knew that she couldn't drive home, since she was drunk and the car was Alex's. However, she left the club anyway. She figured that she'd just wait for Quinn, Alex and Alana to come out.

In the mean time, Santana stumbled around before deciding to lean against the wall to keep herself upright. What's wrong with me? Why do I keep doing this to myself?

Puck.

Puck was the reason she kept getting drunk. It was all his freaking fault. Annoyed, Santana reached into her pocket and grabbed her phone. Fumbling with the buttons, she finally made it to her contacts section of the phone. She scrolled down to the "P" section, and when she didn't see "Puck" she got confused.

Butthead. That's right.

Santana remembered that she had changed Puck's name in her anger, so she scrolled up to "B". Squinting to read the names right, she clicked on the contact. She brought the phone to her ear as it rang.

As soon as she heard someone answer, she started ranting. "I hate you! I freaking hate you! I went out with you for years, and you made me believe you were there for me! It doesn't matter how we first got together, it mattered that we really, really liked each other! Now I just hate you, okay?"

No one responded, so she continued. "Anyway, while you're off doing who knows what in who knows where, I hope you're satisfied that I've been a mess for the last week! Quinn keeps telling me to just get with some other guy, but I can't do that! I've been with you for four years, I can't just change that fast!"

Santana was sobbing and she was drunk. It was unlikely that any of her sentences came out very clear, but Puck should know what she was meaning. Why wasn't he responding. Finally she heard a voice. "Santana?"

Brittany.

"Oh god," Santana said, her eyes wide. "That wasn't... I mean—uh..."

"Wasn't meant for me, I figured," Brittany said softly. "Are you okay?"

"No."

"Where are you?" Brittany sounded genuinely concerned, even more concerned than Alex had sounded.

Santana took a shaky breath. "Uh, the club..."

"Are you alone again?" Brittany asked quietly.

"No. But I'm by myself right now. I'm outside," Santana explained.

"Are you leaving soon? You sound pretty drunk, I think you need to sleep," Brittany admitted. Santana took another shaky breath, wiping tears from her face.

"I don't know when we're leaving," the Latina answered truthfully. Brittany was quiet for a few moments. What's she thinking?

"If you want, I can come and bring you to your apartment," Brittany suggested. Santana hesitated.

"Okay... if it's not trouble," Santana agreed.

"Of course not," Brittany promised. "I'll be there in a minute." A few minutes later, Brittany drove up in front of the club in her car. Santana was still teary eyed as she watched the blonde hurry out of her car and to the Latina. "You okay?"

Santana nodded.

Brittany smiled sweetly. "Come on." She extended her hand, and Santana eyed it carefully. She finally took the girl's hand, and Brittany pulled her up. Dang, her hand is soft. Wait... what? Santana shook her head slightly as Brittany led her to the car.

Once they were both buckled in, Brittany started driving to Santana's apartment. Brittany kept glancing at Santana, and finally the Latina asked, "What?"

"N-nothing, sorry. Shouldn't you call whoever was supposed to take you home?" the blonde asked, avoiding Santana's eyes.

"Yeah, but I don't trust myself with a phone anymore," Santana grumbled. Brittany smiled slightly.

"Hey, well if you hadn't accidently called me, you'd still be crying outside the club," the blonde pointed out. Santana just nodded. Brittany pursed her lips before speaking hesitantly, "So, if you don't mind me asking, who—"

"Puck," Santana answered immediately.

"That's what I thought. He dumped you?" Brittany asked softly. Santana nodded.

"He said that I shouldn't care, since we only got together to make each other popular, but since sophomore year, all I've known is being with Puck," Santana mumbled. "I don't know how to be single."

Brittany frowned. "I could teach you. I'm an expert at that."

"You?" Santana asked, raising an eyebrow. She looked Brittany up and down. "But you're gorgeous. Don't guys ask you out all of the time?"

"Every now and then... but the only ones that do are ones looking for someone to hook up with. I'm not like that, I'm looking for the right person," Brittany explained. "I don't want to mess up."

"That's smart," Santana said quietly. "I didn't bother with that. I got in a relationship that would make me popular. I'm so stupid."

"You're not stupid," Brittany promised.

Santana frowned. "How can you say that though? I was horrible to you in high school!" Brittany's eyes flickered over to Santana for a split second before she looked at the road again.

"Um... well, you weren't as mean to me as Quinn was anyway," Brittany pointed out.

"Quinn's a bitch," Santana grumbled.

"Are you guys still friends?" Brittany wondered, glancing at the Latina as she nodded.

"Yeah, we are," Santana answered. "She's still a bitch though."

Brittany tilted her head. "Why do you say that, if you guys are still friends?"

"Because you're like, super nice. And she made me bully you every day of high school, and for what reason? You were quiet, and that's all," Santana snapped, sounding like she was talking more to herself than to Brittany. "Basically, if she hadn't told me to bully you, I wouldn't have."

"You know, you seem a lot nicer than the Santana I saw in high school," Brittany told her curiously, pulling into the apartment parking lot.

"I'm not usually," Santana argued.

"Just when you're drunk?" Brittany asked, stopping the car. Santana shook her head.

"Just when I'm talking to you."

Where'd that come from?

Brittany smiled slightly. "Come on, let's get you to bed."

Santana punched in the code to the building and Brittany helped her upstairs and into bed. She got a glass of water and some Advil and set it on Santana's nightstand for the morning.

Brittany's POV—

By the time Brittany was about to leave, Santana was already passed out. Brittany laughed slightly, looking down at the beautiful, sleeping girl in front of her. "You're so beautiful you know?"

Sleeping Santana didn't react.

Brittany rolled her eyes at herself. She's straight. Nonetheless, the blonde leaned down and kissed the Latina on the head before heading out. One day, she hoped, she would kiss those adorable lips that she caught herself staring at too much.

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