Pinky and the Pain – Bad Day
I do not own Glee – set during Acafellas
Santana soon realised taking care of Brittany was going to be a full time job, she couldn't do it alone. Especially now she had, Glee Club on top of Cheerios practice, Maths and Science coursework as well her usual homework. So she turned to her other friend Quinn for support.
Santana approached her in the locker room after practice.
"I need to ask a favour." she said.
"I have a lot on my plate at the moment." Quinn replied. She looked a little distracted for a moment before angrily adding, "And now Coach Sylvester wants me to find a way to destroy Glee Club. We've only been in it for a week!"
"I can think of about a dozen ways to break it up." said Santana, "But it's not going to be a problem. Glee clubs need twelve members, we've only got nine. Trust me it doesn't have a future."
Quinn gave her a funny look.
"What I researched!" exclaimed Santana. "Look this isn't the point I was wondering if you would help me keep an eye on Brittany. I know you are in most of her classes…"
"I don't know, she's more than a little odd." said Quinn, distinctly in the background they could hear Brittany in the showers singing, 'Oh the wonderful thing about Tiggers…'
"It's not her fault." said Santana.
"So why don't you come to class yourself and take care of her." protested Quinn. "I don't think you've been in maths this entire term, and you used to like maths!"
"I haven't been cutting class." whispered Santana, looking around the rapidly emptying changing room before continuing, "I've kind of been fast tracked."
In reply to Quinn's sceptical raised eyebrow Santana pulled her advanced chemistry book from her school bag.
"Look I'm not asking you to hold her hand or anything." continued Santana, "I'll make sure she gets to class okay. Just sit nearby, maybe give her a hand if she gets stuck… please!"
"What will you do for me?" Quinn replied.
"I'll give some ideas for breaking up Glee." replied Santana. She stopped to think for a moment, "Firstly have you notice that 'Aretha' has a bit of a crush on 'Gay Gordon', I'm thinking…"
…
That Saturday, after the big car wash to raise funds for the choreographer, both Santana and Brittany went straight up to Brittany's room.
"I knew they wouldn't make a good couple." said Brittany thinking about Mercedes and Kurt, "But to cheat with Rachel; I thought he was sort of gay!"
"He is." said Santana, "Don't worry about it."
"Okay." said Brittany, quick to understand there was more going on than she was being told.
Santana looked at her friend as she collapsed on her bed. She looked happy and innocent; there was no hint that the cheerios had turned her into a bit of a slut. But it worried Santana, Brittany was never any good at explaining complicated things and she was desperate to know what Brittany had actually been up to. She couldn't look at her without picturing her making out with the janitor.
"So have you had a good week?" Santana asked. School used to be the last thing on Santana's mind at Brittany's now it was always her first topic of conversation.
"Really good." confirmed Brittany. "Quinn sat next to me in Spanish and Kurt asked if I would help him with a dance."
"So, no new boyfriend this week?"
"No. I had homework." said Brittany as a way of explanation.
When Brittany saw the relief on Santana's face it confused her.
"Don't you want me to have a boyfriend?" Brittany asked.
"It's not that. I just want you to be safe that's all."
"I'm always safe. I always say everything you told me to say. I'm sure I'm not doing anything wrong."
"Well that's fine then." said Santana.
"If you're not sure I can show you." said Brittany, suddenly inspired. "You be me."
Before Santana can protest Brittany leans in to show Santana exactly what she has been doing with the boys. Now if Santana had been given a moment to think about this, she may have got her to draw diagrams or got a Barbie and Ken doll from the toy box, as it was, now Brittany was kissing her she couldn't think straight at all.
…
Brittany, with a happy smile on her face, went to wash up, as if what had just happened was the most natural thing in the world. Santana still lying shell shocked on the bed wasn't sure how she felt. She was a little relieved that what Brittany had been getting up to was quite mild, but how Brittany got to the stage where she thought it was fine to just pounce on her best friend, Santana wasn't quite sure.
…
Santana couldn't sleep all that night and when she went to school on Monday she felt herself burning with embarrassment as if everyone must know that she'd slept with a girl. Brittany was completely oblivious, and Santana didn't know why but that made her feel worse. Everything went wrong that day. When she went to find Puck to reaffirm she straightness, she found him and Finn in the choir room dancing with Mr Shue.
Then 'Jew-fro' cornered her when she got to her locker.
"How do you respond to the rumours that your star has fallen thanks to your participation in Glee."
Santana didn't respond, she realised she was definitely losing her touch if he was confident enough to approach her right here in the open.
"And how do you think the knowledge that you are in fact a closet nerd, attending senior classes in four subjects, will affect you standing as one of McKinley High's elite?"
Santana froze. How the hell did he find that one out? She could feel herself panicking but had enough sense to bluff him out. She turned to face him, narrowed her eyes and gave him her best 'bitch' stare. She saw him swallow nervously,
"Do you think that… that…"
Santana just kept in staring.
"I'm…" he began his voice suddenly squeaking with fear, "…I've got to go."
She hadn't lost her touch after all. All that was left was the destruction of Glee club. Then she could simply concentrate on taking care of Brittany.
…
The miniature choreographer from 'Vocal Adrenaline' was a complete disaster, instead of tearing the misfits apart they are bonding stronger than ever. After an exhausting Cheerios practice Coach Sylvester hauled her and Quinn into her office. Santana just knew she was being kicked of the squad. Coach did not accept failure. If she wasn't on the squad how would she protect Brittany; left alone with the cheerios again, who knew what they would do to her. Santana's cheerios uniform was the main thing that helped her keep her head above water. How would she get any respect if she had to come to school in her own ratty clothes? How could she even afford to come to this school if she wasn't in the Cheerios. She was certain this was the end of everything.
When the coach finished by saying,
"I revoke your tanning privileges, " Santana bursts into tears of pure relief.
