Chapter 6- messing up
Santana woke up the next morning at around 11 am, feeling the sudden urge to be sick. She got up and ran to the bathroom, throwing her head over to the toilet. She felt someone lifting her hair up so it didn't get caught up in the sick. Looking up, she saw Quinn lifting her hair up. "Thanks" she mumbled, before getting up to brush her teeth. "How much did you drink last night?" Quinn asked, Santana shrugged "did you look after me last night? All I remember is blonde" Santana said, "No. By the looks of the note by your bed, Brittany did. You must of text her and asked her to pick you up" Quinn replied. "Urghhh great. She's going to think we're friends now" Santana grumbled causing Quinn to laugh. "She isn't that bad S. maybe if you weren't so harsh on her. Its our last year of highschool, I don't think it's going to make much difference if you make friends with one nerd" Quinn said "Whatever. I'll text her and say thankyou but that's it" Santana replied. Quinn nodded and said goodbye to the girl before leaving the house. And Santana.
To Brittany: Thanks for looking after me, I don't remember anything, but Quinn showed me the note
From Brittany: That's okay, how are you feeling this morning?
To Brittany: Like shit. Worst hangover ever! I'm going to try and get some sleep
From Brittany: Okay, sweet dreams J
Santana groaned. Brittany was pure as hell and it annoyed her so much. She dragged herself back to bed after taking the asprin that the tall blonde had left her. It didn't take her long to fall into a deep sleep.
A few hours later, Santana was woken up by someone lightly shaking her shoulders. She opened her eyes to See Brittany, smiling brightly down at her. "How the hell did you get into my house?!" Santana said loudly sitting up, "Quinn came round mine and asked me to check up on you because you weren't feeling to good. She gave me a spare key. I brought you some soup, ice cream and movies" Brittany said sweetly. "First of all give me the key. Second of all, thankyou for looking after me, but It didn't mean we could be besties for life, so you don't need to come and check on me. I was drunk last night and didn't know I texted you, so forget it even happened nerd" Santana said casuing Brittany's eyes to water. "You really don't remember last night?! You don't remember the fact that you told me that you were sorry for all the shit you've caused me, and how desperate you were to not be alone that you asked me to hold you all night. That's not ringing a bell? After you opened up to me last night, I loved seeing that side of you. Not the side that was depressed but the side that was soft and caring. I guess that side of you only comes out when your stupid friends aren't around. Well you know what, im sorry for caring about you Santana. Go fuck yourself!" The blonde exploded and let all the anger out of her body. Santana stood there shocked, she had never seen this side of Brittany. She tried to Say something but no words would form in her mouth, so she just stood there and watched as Brittany walked away.
Groaning once again, Santana grabbed her phone and dialled Quinn's number.
"Hey S"
"Q. I messed up"
"what did you do?"
" well do you know how you gave Brittany the key to my house. Not cool by the way. Well she brought me soup, ice cream, movies….and I yelled at her"
"Santana! Why the hell did you do that?"
"It's a thing I do okay! Anyway, she got super mad and yelled at me, and I mean full hulk. I don't know what to do. I want to be her friend, but I can not be seen with her in public"
"How many times do I have to tell you. Last year of school. You shouldn't care! Look just talk to her, try and work something out. I got to go, think of something"
Quinn hung up leaving Santana to her thoughts.
Santana knew she was right so she decided to text Brittany.
To Brittany: I'm sorry, I shouldn't of yelled, you were only trying to help, forgive me?
From Brittany: Just leave me alone.
To Brittany: Please Britt, I said I was sorry
From Brittany: for gods sake Santana! Just leave me alone, I don't want to talk to you.
Santana was to tired to argue so she didn't text Brittany back after that. Instead, she went straight over to Quinn's house. When she got there, Quinn opened the door and Santana broke down and started crying. "Sweetie whats wrong?" Quinn asked pulling the Latina into her house, "I messed up. I tried to apoligize to her over text but she told me to leave her alone. She hates me Q" Santana sobbed. "She doesn't hate you S. You're just not her favourite person at the moment. If you really do like her then let her know that you want to be at least friends with her, no matter what your friends think. We're top dogs San, no one's going to even try and argue with us if we befriend Brittany, but you have to show her you really care. For now, give her space like she asked, then slowly start doing things that will make her see you're not a bad person. You can still see her, she still has to tutor you" Quinn explained, Santana nodded and started to think how she was going to make it up to Brittany.
