A/N: Hi. It's been a while.

So this is kinda long. Coz really it is important to be this long. i intended to write this story under Brittany's POV only but it's really hard not to explain Santana's side. i don't know if it's the last time i'm going to do it but let's see..

i hope all your questions will be answered in this chapter. i didn't put it into much detail because it's really not the focus of the story.

Btw, i kinda included 'Sugar Manta' in this story HAHAHA i am such. don't worry she's not a threat.

so yeah here it is.


I don't know if she's angry, confused, or she just realized everything made sense. Did she figure out that my intention was to play with her feelings? That I'm doing this to get revenge on my sister? I don't know. My brain isn't functioning right now.

I stood there rooted on my spot like the first time I saw her in that classroom. She's coming towards me in slow motion. My heart is beating so fast, my breathing slowed. This is not how I pictured it will end.

She's right in front of me but she's not saying anything. I could see her features clearly. Her eyes that was so full of light and playfulness suddenly darkened, rage flashing all over it. Her nose flaring and lips pursed in anger. At this point, I'm really scared of what she'll do to me. I saw her left hand rise. She's going to hit me? I automatically closed my eyes shut, waiting for the blow to come. But it didn't. Instead, I heard this venomous laugh coming from her. It pained me to hear it, I didn't even know why.

"Bravo Brittany! Bravo." She clapped her hands at the same time. The venom on her voice is still there. "Brittany S. Pierce." She said my name slowly, like testing the feel of it in her mouth. "You're not only a brilliant law student. I didn't know you were such a great actress as well!" She looked at me like she was seeing me for the first time. "I see that you overcame your shyness through out these years."

A flashback of my high school prom invaded my brain. Santana and Quinn were waiting for me to descend from our staircase. Being rich back then, I had the most elegant gown our dad bought for me. But still I feel so insecure because of my huge glasses and braces. When I reached the bottom of the stairs, Santana offered her hand for me to take. I did and I think she felt that I'm very nervous because I heard her say, "Don't worry. You look really beautiful Britt." I kept my head down and mumbled sadly, "You're just saying that. What if no one dances with me? Even though I'm wearing a beautiful dress, I still look like a nerd." She lifted up my chin so I can meet her gaze. "Trust me. You do look gorgeous." I gave her a weak smile through my braces. "C'mon I want to be your first dance." Santana said as she put my hands on her shoulders as she placed her other hand in my waist. We slowed danced in our living room while Quinn was watching us adoringly. "San, that's enough, Britt's gonna be late for her prom." I hear Quinn say. Santana let go of me and gave me an encouraging smile. I saw my sister gave Santana a kiss as I slid inside one of my dads cars.

"I didn't even recognize you without your brace and thick glasses." Her voice is growing louder by the second. The people on the hallway were starting to stare at us so I drag her to an empty classroom and closed the door.

"What? You don't want people to know how you played with the great Attorney Santana Lopez? You getting all shy now?" Santana asked with her voice ringing in the empty classroom. She's expecting an answer from me, although I'm not sure what to say, I mustered up every bit of courage I can to defend myself.

"Look, Santana, I'm sorry you found out this way but—"

"You know why I came here today?" She cut me off and chuckled slightly while pacing back and forth frantically. "It's funny actually. I was going to ask you out on a date and I promised myself I will be on my best behavior so you would want to consider me. I'll show you that I am not always heartless, thinking I'll have a chance with you. I trusted you Brittany. I almost put myself out there. But what did I get?" Santana toppled a few chairs over and I squeaked in shock.

"Just tell me WHY did you do this? Did you do it on a dare? Or did someone bribe you to mess me up?" I didn't reply. I can't look at her in the eyes. I'm scared of what I'll see in there. Santana let out a frustrated sigh. "I asked you a question! ANSWER ME!" Her voice has reached its ultimate volume now. This scene reminded me of a court trial, where I am the witness and she is the lawyer. But in the courtroom or not, I owe her an explanation.

"It was all my idea." I said quietly, still my head is down. "I did it to get revenge…for what you did to my sister."

"What?" Santana looked at me with disbelief. "Brittany!" She paused and turned her back from me. A few seconds have passed and she got her composure back. She faced me once again. I can still see bewilderment in her eyes. "Whatever happened to Quinn and I back then was between the two of us." Her voice was low but it isn't calm. It is coated with suppressed rage and that scared me the most. "I know I've hurt your sister and believe me, I regret everything I did. But that doesn't give you the RIGHT to mess with my feelings." She raised her voice emphasizing the word 'right'.

"I still can't believe I was almost going to get serious with you. And you know what? Congratulations! You won, you've hurt me. If that's what you want to hear." She grabbed the door handle signaling that she's done. "Don't ever show your face in front of me again." She pulled the door open forcefully and slammed it loudly. I was left alone in the room. I didn't realize I had tears in my eyes. I don't know what hurt more. Santana's heart that I broke… or mine that broke along with hers.


SANTANA'S POV

I know I am not the kindest person in the world. I've done countless awful things to other people, ignoring the shout of my conscience. I did all I could to turn my heart into stone. But someone out there really enjoys playing with my feelings and finds it amusing to watch me get hurt over and over again. I don't know if it's fate, destiny, or God. But fuck them all for doing this to me.

I'm sitting here, in my dimly lit room alone with my thoughts. My face buried in my hands, dried tears all over it. She's right… Brittany. She's right about everything. But I don't hate her for getting revenge. I know in my heart I deserve it. I'm not mad because of that.

I'm enraged because she played with my feelings. She had me in the palm of her hands. And the stupid person as I am, I let that fucking happen. I knew this was a bad idea from the start. If it weren't for Kurt and Sam's persuasions, their 'oh my god you're falling in love' talks, their 'you will never get that girl' teasing, I wouldn't have thought too much about this. But who am I kidding? I also wanted this.

I shifted my position in my bed. I reached out for my bedside table, opening the drawer. I pulled out some old pictures. I saw myself beaming, standing beside a girl. Years before, she was my best friend. Up to now I still believe she is. She knew everything about me. Her name is Sugar. Sugar Manta. She was there through all the hardships I had tried to surpass on my teenagers years. Me coming out, me searching for my long lost mother, me facing a tough crowd in high school, me being poor than everyone else.

I noticed tears were forming in my eyes as I stare at the picture blurrily. I thought back at the previous question Kurt asked me. 'Have you ever been in love? Like truly and deeply in love'? His voice echoed in my brain. At that time I smirked at him and said, 'Falling in love is not in my vocabulary.' He looked at me in disbelief. I don't know if he sensed that I'm lying but the way I delivered it was cold and ruthless. But to answer his question now, yes I did. I've already been truly and deeply in love. With my best friend. Sugar.

Where does that leave Quinn you say? That's where everything went wrong. Maybe this is karma or whatever but if I would be given a chance, I'd take it all back. I'd rewind my actions and never do what I did. What can I do? I was a kid. A mindless, stupid, all-i-care-about-is-myself teenager. But now I'm wiser.

I can never forget that day. The day when I first saw Quinn Pierce in that cheerleading uniform, roaming the halls of the private high school we went together. She's the richest and the most popular girl on that place. She's very much feared but respected. Everyone wants a piece of her, girls, boys, even the teachers wants to get on her friendly side. Everybody fights for her attention. Who wouldn't want to be friends with Quinn? I know I want to.

I'm not much of a cheerleader type. I'm nerdy and well, poor. I only got accepted at the school because of my scholarship. Though I hate the attention, I always get it because of my baggy clothes that don't fit anywhere. I stick out like a sore thumb. I wanted too pretty myself up, buy new clothes so I could look normal but I can't do it with my financial problems.

Days passed and my obsession for Quinn Pierce grew every day. Secretly, I hope she's failing in her subjects so there would be a chance that I can tutor her. But no, she's perfect. Though she isn't the brightest student, she passes all her subjects fairly and has all the time for partying, cheerleading, and god knows what else.

Still I was waiting for my chance to get close to Quinn, I almost gave up. Not until that faithful day. My face was burrowed in a book, as I aimlessly walk around the halls in the school. Suddenly, I felt a splash of liquid hit my forehead, I didn't what it is but I'm positive I bumped into someone who has a drink in their hands. I looked up slowly and saw a pair of hazel eyes boring into my skull. It was Quinn. Her face and top was wet with the same liquid in my forehead, her minions all glaring at me, and I knew then I was in trouble.

"I'm so sorry!" Panic took over my voice. I frantically reached my pockets for a handkerchief to wipe off the liquid on her face. But I heard one of her friends say 'Is that even branded? How dare you touch Quinn with that rag?" I immediately stopped my actions, awaiting my punishment. My neck was permanently glued down because I don't want to look up and see the person I admire the most hating me forever. I almost went down on my knees to ask for her forgiveness. I know she will shout at me but who cares? I just want her to accept my apology. I was ready for anything that might have happened. But I wasn't ready to hear that sweet, calm voice that said, "Look at me."

I did what the hypnotizing voice told me to do. I saw Quinn's eyes more relaxed than I first saw it. I don't know what's happening. Everything was drowned out by the sound of my pounding heart that's about to burst any second. I was shocked when I heard myself say, "I'm really sorry Quinn. I didn't mean to. I'd do anything for you to forgive me." I swallowed thickly, waiting for her response.

Quinn squint her eyes at me suspiciously. She studied me from head to toe and when I think she was satisfied she said, "So you're really sorry aren't you?"

"Yes." I said quietly.

"And you'd do anything for me?" I nodded again at her question. Not knowing the consequences I'm about to face.

"Then from now on, I want you to be my slave. You will follow every order I give you and you won't question me. You're only free to go until I'm satisfied. Do you understand?" I know her request is unreasonable. And who in the right mind would agree to that crap? But I was in high school. I was easily fooled and being poor, I succumbed to the people who have more money than me. You guessed it, of course I agreed.

That slavery thing went on for months. From walking her to every class, to cleaning her car, to doing all her home works, to massaging her feet, to buying her stuff. I should resent her for doing all those things to me, but it didn't. I had the chance to be close to her and eventually we did become close. I became her only friend. Her confidant. She didn't trust anyone but me. She grew needy of me and I was happy for it.

Sugar, however didn't like the idea of what was going on. She was with me from the very first time I saw Quinn, although she doesn't go to our school. She was updated in everything I'm doing. That's because she visits me every night, since we live in the same neighborhood. She hated Quinn for how she treats me but I always defended her. One day, Sugar finally shut up about Quinn and I was very grateful.

Before our junior year ended, Quinn and I got together. Huh, who would've thought she could like me even though I don't belong in her world and I'm a girl. It's still a mystery but I'm pretty sure it has something to do with the problems she's dealing with that time, especially with her family. Don't get me wrong, her family was great. She has this funny and adorable little brother named Nicholas, her strict but loving dad, and of course her shy sister Brittany. Their mom died years ago. Some crazy girl their father brought home were the ones taking care of them.

I get to see Quinn's family from time to time. Whenever I visit, they loved having me around. It was a happy time, like nothing could go wrong. But that's when life bites you in the ass.

It got messy with Quinn's family. I learned that their father was a drug lord and a part of syndicate, that's why they were super rich and untouchable. It was a difficult time for Quinn and it was equally difficult for me as well. I too have problems waiting for me at home. Sugar started dating someone and I was really fucking pissed. I don't even know why but I am. I kept blowing Quinn off for Sugar because for some reason, I was so protective of her. And I hate the thought of seeing her dating another guy.

I'm not sure if I like her but I constantly tell myself that I have Quinn and she needs me. That lasted for almost a year before everything turned to shit. I knew I was falling out of love for Quinn. I realized that Sugar was the most important person in my life that I was too blinded to see. I planned to break up with Quinn so I can be with Sugar but life really isn't on my side.

Sugar's family decided to migrate to the other side of the country and they were asking me to join them since they're insisting I'm a part of the family, my father included. They promised me a start of a new life where I can study for college and then I can repay them after I have a job. It was wonderful and I was really excited, especially I was going to be with Sugar, my one true love.

As I was planning for my break up with Quinn, a disaster struck their family. Her father died of an ambush attack by the enemies they gained as a part of the syndicate. The news that her father was a drug lord spread all over the school; dropping Quinn from the top to the lowest most possible position in the school. I tried to be there for her. But Sugar was nagging me constantly.

"When will you break up with Quinn?" Sugar asked one night.

"I don't know yet okay? She's facing tough problems right now. I don't want to increase her burden." I said.

"But Santana, I'm not gonna wait around forever." Sugar said irritated.

"You still have that guy don't you? You haven't broken up with him yet." I said calmly.

"Because you haven't made up your mind yet! You know that all I want to do is be with you." She said while she closed the gap between us and planted a kiss on my lips.

A crashing sound broke us apart and by the streaks of blonde hair glowing in the moonlight, I knew it was Quinn. I ran after her then she went hysterical on me. I wouldn't blame her. If I was in the same situation, I'd probably do the same or worse even. The only person you trust cheated on you especially at a time that you needed them the most, well; I would really murder that person.

After that, Quinn and I didn't speak to each other. I just heard the news that the crazy lady whom their father brought home stole all their money and transferred every bank account and papers to her name, leaving Quinn and her siblings broke and poorer than me.

I care about them dearly, so one day; I swallowed my pride and visited their house. I see boxes everywhere, like they're moving. I don't remember seeing Brittany that day, what I do remember is dodging plates Quinn is throwing at me. She's shouting hysterically, cursing, and saying that she'll never forgive me.

I didn't see them again after that encounter. I thought I was gonna be happy with my new life with Sugar and her family, plus my father. But as usual, the odds weren't in my favor. My suffering has not yet ended for I've discovered that my father was part of the syndicate that Quinn's father was involved in. But I believe he was innocent, that he didn't know what he did because some guy promised him a job that involves a lot of money. If you're poorer than dirt how could you resist that? I didn't blame him but I did all I can so we can hide from the persons who were after us. We left Sugar and her family, for the fear that they too will get involved in our problems.

We managed to hide for about 2 years, and then the chase was over. I got kidnapped, my father came out to rescue me, then he was shot in front of me. I never felt so hurt and broken my entire life. I didn't know what to do, without my father and Sugar, I haven't the reason to live.

I finally gave up; I let life's miseries overtake me. My anger in the world, my guilt with Quinn, and all the sufferings I experienced. Somehow, I stayed alive. I had a job but I'm not the same. I'm not weak but I'm not strong either. I became guarded, I didn't trust. That's where I met my mentor. He saw something in me that day we had an argument in the streets. I didn't know he was a famous lawyer. It seemed strange and suspicious but he took me in, and when he discovered I have brains, he pushed me to law school and supported me. He gave me everything I need, and I took advantage of it.

Even though I became successful as I am today, I was never proud of myself. I never did anything for anyone else. It was me and only me. I can't remember a time I dedicated my self to anyone. Let them know the real me, nor to trust at all. I was used to it. It's my norm.

That's when I met her. With just a few days, she turned my life around. She melted the walls that I built around me. Without me knowing, I let my guard down for her. I know I was an ass whenever I see her but that was me resisting. Resisting to give myself completely to her. And now that she broke me, when I thought I was prepared to love again. But why? Why now? When I finally know that I was in love with her. I'm in love with Brittany Pierce.


So? How was it? Bad? Super bad? Let me know.

The next chapter will be interesting.. hahaha.. i think..

let me just get over with my heartbreak okay? wait for me.. :(

sorry no replies today.. i'm kinda... upset.