Brittany stayed hidden for a few minutes, waiting for her to be alone with Evans. Once the coast was clear, she stalked to the tall blonde and slammed his locker shut.
Sam looked up startled by the sudden movement.
"What the fuck was that?" Brittany seethed. She didn't like one bit that Santana's boyfriend was cheating on her. She's been the cheater many times and seeing the other person's broken face, killed her every time. However, she chose to ignore it. But when it came to Santana, she didn't want the Latina to go through that. Brittany already put her through so much shit, she didn't think she deserved anymore.
"I'm getting my books. Well, until you slammed my locker shut." Sam started to reopen his locker, but Brittany leaned into it, preventing the boy from doing so.
"Not what I meant, Evans. I saw you." She hissed, her anger not letting up one bit.
"Okay?" The boy was thoroughly confused.
Brittany rolled her eyes, "you were kissing Jones."
Sam's eyes widened at being caught. He hadn't yet told anyone about his and Mercedes' relationship. Rather than denying it, he did what Santana had taught him to do best; deflect.
"And? It's a free country. I can do whatever I want. It's not like you can say anything. You've practically made out with everyone at this damn school. And had sex with majority of the footballer players and cheerleaders." He said with a smirk, although deep down he was panicking. He didn't want to upset the head cheerleader, but he also didn't want her blabbing to anyone about his relationship.
That was a low blow even to her. Of course she got around a bit, but for it to be thrown in her face like that never happened before. "You have a wonderful girl like Santana, if I were you I wouldn't be cheating on her." Brittany tried to remain composed. She didn't need to get into another fight, nor did she have the energy to get into one.
"A man can't complain. Two chicks dig me, what's the big deal?" Internally now he knew he was in the shitter. He should have just denied it, or walked away.
Brittany looked at him as if he had two heads. This was not the Sam Evans' she knew. And no one was going to use Santana like that… even though she did kind of use Santana, but now she was trying to make up for it.
"Just don't tell anyone, Pierce. You got it?" He needed to bolt, and fast.
"No. If you don't tell her, than I will. If you don't end it with Jones, I'll tell everyone. You won't get away with this! You can't treat her like that. She deserves so much better." Brittany said.
Sam bent down to get his book bag. He mumbled, "at least I'm better than you."
As he walked away, Brittany put her head down in shame. She honestly was starting to think she wasn't good for Santana. But there was something about the Latina that made her want to change. That made her want to be the best she could be. And this was why she knew deep down, she did deserve Santana and she was going to prove it.