A/N:Sorry about the delay. Due to family issues, and other craziness, I haven't had the chance to post this until now. So I apologize. Ok, so we are at Mash-Off. Because this episode has a lot of Brittana moments, I'm breaking it down into at least two parts, and I'll probably be doing the same for I Kissed a Girl as well. However, I must say that for a very Santana based episode, I felt that her storyline was missing some parts. Like we all know that Santana is a bitch, heck she even calls herself one more than once during the show, but I felt that she was being extremely bitchy toward Finn, for reasons that was never really explained. So I added a new storyline in an attempt to fill in the gap... Reviews are needed for this please!
Disclaimer: I still don't own Glee... and if I did Brittany would have been the Valedictorian, and her and Santana would have kissed on stage.
Anyway, on with the show... by this way, this picks up the morning after the West Side Story performance from the last chapter.
Santana woke up, before the alarm for once, she realized as she slowly opened her eyes. She lifted her head to see the clock on the nightstand slowly changed from 5:44am to 5:45am. Groaning she laid her head back down on the pillow Santana jumped a second later when she felt an arm wrap around her waist, as a still sleeping Brittany rolled over next to her. Santana then had to stifle a loud snort, when she heard Brittany mumble something silly about their sweet lady kisses, before returning to the soft snore that made Santana's heart burst with happiness whenever she heard it.
Sighing and snuggling deeper into her pillow, Santana relaxed again, and tried to go back to sleep, but her mind was too alert, to return to dreamland. She just lay there with her eyes open, remembering the night before. She knew that if she looked over towards Brittany's desk, there would be a tiny blue vase with three carnations and one rose sitting in them. She had been surprised when Mercedes had given her the carnations to her after the performance, because she had thought that Mercedes had shown up to support Kurt. She would never in a million years have guessed that Mercedes had been there to see her perform.
"San." Brittany said suddenly, interrupting Santana from her thoughts. "You awake?" Santana felt Brittany stretch lazily beside her.
"Yeah, B. I'm awake." Santana replied, rolling over so that she could face her girlfriend.
Brittany looked at the clock, seeing that it was only 6:00am, and that they still had a half an hour before they had to get ready for school. "You ok?" She asked, not remembering the last time Santana had ever been up before the alarm, usually she had to literally drag her out of bed. Santana Lopez was not a morning person, Brittany had discovered, but yet she had somehow managed to have a talent to wake up ten minutes before they had to leave for school, and yet look like she had spent hours on her hair and make-up. Brittany had yet to discover that secret.
"I'm fine, I was just thinking about last night." Santana said.
"Oh yeah?" Brittany said coyly, leaning over to kiss Santana's neck.
"Well, not that, but now that you mention it, that was the best part of last night." Santana agreed, moving her head forward so that she could meet Brittany's lips with hers. They kissed for a while, enjoying the moment, but both had subconsciously decided not to take it any further; they didn't want to be late for school… again. After a while, Brittany pulled away, and laid her head on Santana's chest.
"I know what you meant." Brittany said, breaking the comfortable silence that had filled the room.
"What I meant about what?" Santana asked the remnants of the previous conversation had been washed away by Brittany's kisses.
"I know what you meant, when you said that you were thinking about last night." Brittany answered. "Mercedes being there to see you perform meant a lot to you didn't it?"
"Yeah, it did. I thought that she was there to support Kurt. I mean we aren't really friends… at least the best of friends, like us or like her and Kurt." Santana paused, realizing that she was starting to ramble. "It was a nice surprise, seeing her and Shane, and getting the flowers. Thank you for the rose, by the way."
"Your welcome, it was the least I could do. You were smoking in that dress, and your acting and singing was better than Rachel's any day. You're a star, San, and it's my pleasure to notice it." Brittany said, giving the body under hers a squeeze. She looked up to see Brown eyes swimming with tears of gratitude as well as love.
"I love you, Britt. If I'm a star, then you are the reason that I shine." Santana said with all seriousness, as she moved to kiss her girlfriend once more. The rest of the morning was lost in a series of kisses and passion, and they somehow managed to make it to school, with just a few minutes to spare.
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"Yo Fellow American's" Brittany said passing out balloons in the hallway. "Okay listen, a vote for Brittany is a vote for root beer water fountains and robot teachers."
"Did you say 'robot teachers'?" A guy asked one that Brittany had never seen before.
"Yep." She answered handing out more balloons.
"Radical! I've always wanted one." He said again, giving a high five to his friend, whom Brittany hadn't seen either.
"And also, listen. Rachel Berry is still on MySpace and thus unfit to lead." Brittany said smugly. The crowd around her gasped, and then continued on their way to lunch. Brittany was happy with her campaign so far, and even if she didn't win, she would have the memories of spending countless hours with her girlfriend planning her speeches and the ways that she could get the voters attention, or at least they tried before they got distracted with each other. Brittany was so lost in her thoughts, that she didn't notice a group of hockey players approaching her.
"Hey, Blondie." She looked up just time, to see three slushies heading toward her face, and the last thing she saw before a rainbow of color filled her vision, was Finn and Rory staring at her from across the hallway.
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"Hey, Mercedes. Have you see Britt?" Santana said, walking in the Troubletone's choir room, where she was meeting Mercedes, Brittany, and Sugar for lunch to discuss some song choices.
"Hi. Before I forget Sugar can't make it, she had to meet with Ms. Hagberg about her English grade. As for Brittany, I haven't seen her recently. But I'm sure she'll be here soon. Last time, I saw her she was handing out balloons with Vote Brittany on them over by the gym." Mercedes replied. Santana suddenly had a bad feeling about that. She turned around to head back out into the hallway, but she suddenly stopped. Brittany was standing in the doorway, covered in green, blue and red syrup. Santana could tell that underneath the syrup that was falling down her face that there was tears falling too, and it broke Santana's heart.
"Baby." She half whined, half whispered, as she rushed toward her girlfriend, oblivious to everything but Brittany. She ignored the syrup for the moment, as she had nothing but her hands to clean it off, choosing instead to give Brittany a hug. Brittany clung to her too stunned to do anything, but cry.
Santana could hear Mercedes moving around the room, and when she opened her eyes a few moments later, she saw Mercedes gently wiping away some of the slushy from Brittany's hair and back. Paper towels were then thrust into her hand, and she pulled away from the hug to gently wipe Brittany's face, allowing her touch to linger longer than she usually allowed at school. Brittany looked down at her for a moment, and their gazes met. Santana's heart melted at the sadness in those blue eyes, but then she grew angry. Her number one rule was that nobody hurts Brittany, and someone just did.
"Who did this to you, B?" She said, surprised by the harshness in her voice.
"Three of the hockey players…. I didn't even see them coming. " Brittany's voice was sad, the same sadness that Santana could only ever remember hearing when Artie had called her stupid and broke-up with her last year. It made her angrier, but she tried to hold it in for Brittany's sake.
"I'm sure that Rick's just trying to stop you from running against him. We'll sic Coach Sue, and Coach Beiste on them, and next time they will think twice about messing you or any other cheerleader again, especially since Sue has to have your uniform dry-cleaned." Santana tried to sound cheerful, but it failed. She finished wiping most of the slushy off Brittany, and then helped her over to their bags. Santana remembered that Brittany had her extra uniform in her backpack.
"That's not what makes me the saddest. It was that Finn and Rory saw them coming, but they didn't do anything but stand there. I thought that we were friends." Brittany said softly, as she changed clothes, with Mercedes and Santana shielding her from the rest of the room, even though they were alone.
Santana surprised them both, by suddenly starting to curse in Spanish. Mercedes didn't understand most of it but, her eyes grew wide at what she could understand, all of which was not repeatable. Then her eyes grew even wider when Brittany suddenly leaned over and stopped the Latina in mid rant, with a sudden kiss on the lips. She knew that those two had a secret thing going on, but this was the first time that she had seen them in an obvious PDA. Most of the time, she could just attribute their gazes and subtle touches, as BFF things, or just as Brittany and Santana, but this was now defiantly obvious relationship stuff. She was happy for them, and despite the situation, smiled.
"It's ok, San." Brittany said, pulling away after a moment, noticing Mercedes smiling at them out of the corner of her eye.
"No it's not ok, Brittany." Santana replied, her voice cracking with and anger, and two different types of frustration. The moment was suddenly interrupted, as the classroom door opened. Another Troubletone's member entered, looking rather scared. Santana figured that it must have been her rant a few moments earlier that scared the blond girl. (She was a Cheerio so Santana knew that she should know her name, but she was so mad at the moment that it slipped her mind.) "What?" She barked, harshly.
"Ms. Shelby wanted me to tell you that she wants us in the Auditorium during Free period to go over some dance moves." The girl said.
"Ok, thank you, Amber. We'll see you there ok?" Mercedes said taking over the situation, and gently ushered the girl out of the room, but not before Santana got the last word.
"Tighten your pony!" She yelled out of the room, as the girl walked quickly away.
"Santana, please calm down." Brittany said reaching over to rest a hand on the Latina's back. "Let's just eat lunch, and talk about what rocking song that we are going to sing to beat everyone else at Sectionals, ok? I'm fine. Let's just forget about it. Please?" Brittany asked, giving the puppy dog eyes that Santana couldn't say no to.
So she nodded, and they sat down to finish lunch, but Santana couldn't just forget about it, and while Brittany and Mercedes discussed songs, all she could think about was Brittany covered in syrup and crying. She wanted to go all Lima Heights on somebody, but she couldn't decide who she was madder at, Rick's goons, Finn and Rory, or herself.
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"What are you doing here?" Rachel asked, crossing her arms as the two choirs approached each other.
"Shelby told us she had something to show us. What are you doing here?" Mercedes answered.
"Mr. Shue said the same thing."Finn added.
"Let me guess, he wants to combing choirs for Sectionals." Santana said. "Well, it's not going to happen. The Troubletones are here to stay. So why don't you shuffle, your busted choir off our stage." She paused for a second, feeling anger boil up in her belly. Her thoughts went to Brittany, all covered in syrup the other day, crying because Finn didn't come to her aid.
"Look, you guys, we can compete without being enemies." Finn said, causing Santana to roll her eyes. "All right? We don't have to get vicious."
"Oh, I think we do, Soft Serve. See, the Troubletones are 3f: Fierce, Femme, phenomenal." Santana said. "Oh, and, guys, hurry up go get some moist towels. We have to keep Finn wet before we can roll him back in the sea. "Brittany had to stifle a laugh when she saw Sugar rushing to do Santana's bidding.
"Okay, you know what, Santana, Finn is in great shape, and your meanness only highlights your own personal insecurities." Rachel said, taking a step forward.
"And, Rachel, your mustache is thicker than a Middle Eastern dictator's" Santana said, and was about to add more, when music filled the air. Everyone looked around to see; Mr. Shue and Shelby start to sing a song together.
"Is this what having a stroke feels like?" Brittany asked Mercedes. "Because I like it." She saw that Mercedes didn't understand what she meant, but didn't elaborate. It was just that the songs really shouldn't go together, but yet somehow they sounded good. The Dancer noticed that the tension between the two choirs melted for a moment, as they both grooved out to the song, and Brittany had to wonder if that was the point of the whole thing.
"Mr. Shue, Shelby, I think we can all admit that that was weirdly amazing." Rachel said, after the song had ended. "But what exactly was the point?" Brittany rolled her eyes, and once again wondered why everyone thought that she was the dumb one.
"That sometimes bringing together two conflicting things can create something totally unexpected." Mr. Shue said, and Brittany resisted the urge to yell, preach it brother.
"We're not combining Glee Clubs, Mr. Shue." Mercedes said.
"That's not what I'm talking about. Shelby and I agree that with Sectionals coming up for both of us, it's time we all got serious." He paused for a second for dramatic effect. "With some friendly competition."
"Each group's going to put together their own mash-up to perform head-to-head." Shelby said.
"For the first annual McKinley High…" Mr. Shue started. "Mash-Off" Both teachers finished.
"Yeah!" Brittany said yelling, excited about it. But she could see that Santana wasn't very happy with the idea, but before she could ask her about it, the bell rang, and everyone scatted heading to their next class. Brittany sighed; she was kind of worried about her girlfriend. Santana seemed to take the whole slushy thing a lot harder than she was, and she was the one that got slushied. Brittany knew that she needed to talk with Santana about it, before things got out of hand. Sighing once more she made her way to the next class.
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Santana tried to pay attention to what Shelby was teaching; something about some theorem, but all she could concentrate on was the back of Brittany's head. Despite the change of clothes, the paper towels, and even the shower that Britt had after gym, Santana could see that there was still a spot of green slushy, a tiny dot on the back of the blonde's neck. Her head kept remembering the way Brittany looked with slushy falling down her face and hair, and most of the class passed by in a blur, surrounded by those images. She jumped up when the bell rang, and attached her hand to Brittany's shoulder following her out of the classroom, responding to both an irrational urge to make sure that her girlfriend was safe, as well as just a need to be close to the Dancer. Brittany stopped outside the door, and leaned against a locker letting the rest of the class go by. Santana leaned against the locker next to her and watched the class walk past them into the sea of people, subconsciously moving closer to Brittany until their shoulders were almost touching.
"What's wrong?" Brittany asked after a moment, sensing once again that something was off.
"Nothing B, why?" Santana replied, her tone giving away nothing of the anger that raged inside her, or the fear. That's right the fear, she realized then. Santana Lopez was afraid… if Rick and his goons would slushy Brittany over just running for class president, then what more would they do to them if they found out that she and Brittany were dating. Suddenly certain voices entered her hearing, and distracted her from her thoughts.
"Thanks a million Finn." Rory said as they were walking down the hallway. "I just want you to know that no matter what, I have your back." Even from clear down the hallway, Santana could hear them, from where she was standing with Brittany outside of their math class. "Like when that girl with the lips was saying you look like a whale, I wanted to tell her that I think you look fine." Santana felt her anger boil again, and she got off of the wall, and started heading down the hallway toward them. She could feel Brittany following behind her, and resisted the urge to pull her faster down the hallway.
"I'm just sick of her talking smack about me, you know?" She heard Finn say. "Have you ever heard of the term 'trash talk'?"
"Is that when you discuss trash?" Rory said, dumbly.
"No. In sports, it's when one player insults another to try and get them off their game." Finn replied, and Santana wanted to laugh. He thinks it's all about the competition; well it's not for me. It's about the fact that he didn't defend Brittany, one of his so called friends. When is he going to realize that not everything is about Glee Club? "And Santana's trying to demean us to get inside of our heads so that we remain losers. Well, it's time to start getting inside of hers." Santana heard Britt giggle at that one, after all who could beat the Queen Bitch at her own game of insults, but she was up for that challenge.
"Hey there Orca." She said, as her and Brittany walked right in between them, acting like it was just a random chance that they happened to be walking by.
"Hey, Santana, you look like an ass-less ." Finn said, trying to be insulting, even though he had kind of complemented her instead. She just had to laugh at the lameness of it, and she heard Brittany join in too, as they turned around to face them.
"You're skinny like all the crops failed on your family's farm" Rory said, and Santana had to admit to herself that it was a good one, better than Finn's anyway. But she would never admit that out loud.
"That is the lamest thing I didn't understand a word of." She said, shaking her head.
"Not one word." She heard Brittany added, behind her, pushed down the desire to high five Brittany, or better yet kiss her for joining in.
"Is that really all that you can come up with?" Santana said, walking towards them. "You seriously think that you can out-insult me? I'm from Lima Heights. I was raised on insults. Its how mi abuela put me to sleep at night, and she is not a nice lady. You know, she tried to sell me once? And it wasn't till I got to kindergarten that I learned my name wasn't 'Garbage Face.'" Brittany stifled a laugh, seeing the terror on Rory's face, and she had to stifle any another when she realized that most of it was true. Her grandmother was not a nice lady, she really did try to sell Santana once, even if it was only a joke, and her nickname for Santana used to be Garbage Face, for some reason that Santana wouldn't tell her.
"Then we'll have to settle this another way." Finn said, "Uh today, after school. Bring your Troubletones."
"Are you suggesting what I think you are?" Santana said, excited by the opportunity to kick some New Direction butt.
"Yeah, I am. Dodgeball." Finn replied, and Santana knew that she had found the perfect way to get back at least one of them, for not defending Brittany. Finn extended his hand, and she shook it, agreeing to the match. Tomorrow was going to be fun…
A/N: Ok, let me just say that Santana is mad, but she doesn't know who to be mad at, and so if it seems like her anger keeps jumping targets, that's because it is. Who do you think she should be mad at for slushing Brittany, Finn/Rory for not doing anything to stop it, Rick/ the three other hockey players for doing the actually slushing, or herself, just for not being able to protect her girlfriend? Or does she really have a right to be mad at all? Let me know your thoughts, please review!
Speaking of reviews: I would like to give a shout out to both clairerholtismylife and ChiaraRobbins for their reviews. Thank you so much for your encouragement, and your feedback. It inspired me. :)