The next day, Thursday, at McKinley, Puck, Quinn, and Brittany ask why she missed glee, and she promises to them that she'll tell them after school today, at the Lima Bean. Puck instead suggests Scandals, and they all agree to go there after school.
The day goes normally, Santana is back to normal, mostly, much to the displeasure of the glee club.
"Couldn't she just stay miserable forever?" Finn says, frowning. "She'd be so much better like that, and she's leave us alone."
"I wish. It seems like her little clique fixed her. Sadly," Rachel observes. "But it doesn't really matter. We're actually going places when we leave this dump. Santana's only job is going to be on a pole." Everyone laughs at that, and they all split off to their next classes. Little did they know, a sly blonde overheard everything, tears silently and slowly falling in honor of her best friend.
Santana was sitting down for lunch when Quinn pulled her out of her seat.
"What the hell, Fabray?" Santana snaps, more surprised than angry. Quinn just pulls her out of the crowded cafeteria, and into the deserted science lab. "What are we doing here?"
"I'm not exactly sure if I should be doing this . . ." Then, Quinn proceeds to tell Santana everything she heard in the hall, word for word. Santana closes her eyes, and gets out her phone, and writes down what Quinn told her. Quinn frowns. "San . . . should we confront them?" Santana shakes her head. "Are you ok? Wouldn't you be threatening to go all Lima Heights?" Then, realization dawns on the blonde. "Oh, San." Quinn envelops Santana in a bone-crushing hug, and Santana falls into the girl's embrace. "What did they say to you?"
Santana pulls her phone out again, and plays the recording. Quinn puts her hand over her mouth, and wipes away the few tears falling from the Latina's eyes.
"It's ok, San," she whispers. Quinn strokes her back, and let's go for a minute with one hand to text Puck and Brittany, but Santana stops her.
"No. We'll tell them after glee club today. Please? You know Puck will go nuts, and I want us to be out of school." Quinn nods.
"Ok. But we're all quitting glee with you."
"No! You don't have to do that! You all love glee!"
"And so do you, but part of the reason is that we're like family, and that isn't the case anymore," Quinn reasons. Santana nods in acceptance of what's to come, and Quinn leads them both to the bathroom, cleaning Santana up before heading back to the lunchroom.
After school, the glee kids piled into the choir room, laughing amongst themselves. The din fades a bit as the remaining four members came in, Quinn holding on tightly to Santana's hand as the group takes their usual seats in the back.
"Ok! It's time for your Maroon 5 songs! Rachel, you want to go first?" Mr. Schue asks, assuming that she'll go first, like usual. True to tradition, Rachel beams, and goes the center of the room, performing Love Somebody, directed at Frankenteen.
Second, Quinn performs a great rendition of Daylight, followed by Tina and Mike performing a clean version of Payphone.
Finally, Sam and Finn stand up, and everyone stops talking, waiting to see which song they've picked.
[Finn]
Baby, it's not alright
The second that you turn your back, she'll be outta sight
Baby, she'll break your heart
The second that you spend the night apart
How could you do it?
Oh, how could you walk away, from everything we made?
How could you do it?
Oh, you better watch yourself, I think that girl's insane
From her seat, Santana is in shock. Do they really think that about her? She knows the song is directed towards her, and she looks away for a second to blink back tears.
[Sam + Finn]
Ooh
She's in it just to win it
Don't trust her for a minute
Ooh
It's a like cheap thriller
She's such a ladykiller
Quinn can't believe that her "friends" are being such assholes. She knows that they are singing to Santana as well, so she holds on tight to her friends hand, squeezing it reassuringly every so often.
[Sam]
Baby she'll eat you alive
As soon as she smells your blood in the water
You better run to survive
Before she makes you her latest slaughter
How could you do it?
Oh, just come back to me
Baby, I'm begging, please
How could you do it?
Oh, she knows I love you still, you're just her latest kill
Everyone else is enjoying this, except Puck and Brittany, who are confused. When the boys finish, everyone save the four jump up to congratulate them. Santana is wiping away tears secretly, and Quinn wraps her arms around her. When everyone takes their seats again, Sam and Finn both flash Santana malicious grins. When Puck and Brittany confront Quinn and Santana as to what is up, they both agree to tell them, and Santana hands them a pair of earbuds, and her phone, playing what they said. As Mr. Schuester starts talking about Regionals, Quinn tells them what she heard in the hall.
Both girls could see Puck's fists clenching. Nobody hurts Santana Lopez and gets away with it, may the revenge be from her, him, or Quinn or Britt. No one hurts the Unholy Trinity without revenge. Brittany is furious as well. Santana is her best friend! She thought that the glee club was a family. That they were there for one another. But she was wrong. This is a harsh dose of reality for Brittany, and she doesn't like it one bit. She normally is silly, but she is smart, and she gets so depressed at reality. This hurts.
Interrupting Mr. Schue, the four storm down from their seats.
"What's wrong guys?" Will asks. He doesn't like the look in Puck's eyes, or the seriousness in Brittany's face.
"We quit. All four of us," Puck spits.
"No You can't! We need you guys for Regionals!" Mr. Schue says, surprised.
"That's all you want us to stay for?" Quinn sneers.
"No. That's not what I meant. It's just . . . we're a family, and I thought you loved glee."
"I can't believe that you actually believe that whole 'we're a family, we're including' bullshit," Santana snaps.
"We are a family. We do include everyone," Rachel says, standing to help Mr. Schue. Santana wheels on her, making her cower a bit at the Latina's wrath.
"Really, Hobbit? Because we have evidence to prove the contrary," Quinn interjects.
"Now, wait. Why are you guys quitting?" Mr. Schue, says, trying to get the argument back on topic.
"Because I'm sick and tired all of this inclusion crap. You talk about discarding labels, and being there for each other, but apparently, that doesn't include me. Yeah, I heard your little 'meeting' in the auditorium. Apparently, I'm too much of a bitch to be in your so called family," Santana sneers. She's on a bitch rant right now, and everyone knows not to stop her, or things could get messy. "You all hate me, so shouldn't you be glad this is happening? That I'm leaving, and I'll just go and find a pole to work on? Quinn heard your conversation in the hall, too. But it's all good. 'Cause I'm just the Ice Queen with no feelings, so it's ok to completely rip me up, I deserve it because I'm 'so mean' for calling you a few names. And this from people who have been bullied worse, and who go on and on about inclusion, no judging, and 'taking the high road'. And the funny thing is? I've actually been helping you, but either y'all are too fucking blind to realize it, or just don't care because of what I've done in the past. Have any of you noticed how many slushies have been hitting you? Raise your hand of you've been hit with a slushie this year."
Everyone looks around the room, rendered silent by Santana's outburst. No one raises a hand. Santana nods angrily, not done yet.
"You wanna know why? Because I threatened Karofsky, Azimio, the meaner Cheerios, and those hockey and football jerks. I warned them that is they slushied any of you, I would go all Lima Heights on their asses. But that means nothing, apparently. I'm still the same whore I've always been. You all know absolutely nothing about me, so you have no right to talk about me that way. For instance, do any of you know when my birthday is?" No one speaks. No one knows the answer. "Thought so," Santana sneers. "So, I'm leaving, and these lovely people are following me because they are my best friends, and they care about me, unlike you all, who only tolerate my presence because I can sing. So adios."
Santana seems done, and she, Puck, Quinn and Brittany walk towards the door, with no regrets. Then, Santana stops, and looks back at them.
"And good luck for Regionals. It'll be hard winning without enough members." With that, she smirks, hiding her true emotions, and the door slams behind them, leaving a stunned glee club behind them.
Mr. Schue wheels on the glee club, who are now looking extremely guilty and ashamed. They now realize that they hadn't had a single slushie incident this year, and that was thanks to Santana. Now, they probably will have a lot of them coming their way. And, it'll be practically impossible to find four more members, let alone members who can sing as well as the four of them. They really messed up, and they have no idea how to fix it.
Outside in the McKinley parking lot, Santana is taking deep breaths, trying to hold in her tears, and catch her breath from her Bitch Fit. Brittany is hugging her, trying to keep both of them warm in the cold weather, rubbing circles on her back, Quinn is holding onto her hand, as if it'll disappear if she lets go, and Puck is alternating between punching things, and working furiously on his phone.
"I know your birthday, Sanny," Brittany whispers. "It's April 27." Santana is shocked that Brittany actually remembers, because she knows that Brittany struggles with exact dates, but she's grateful. "What are you doing, Puck?"
"I'm sending out a few messages. One to everybody, telling them not to join glee club, unless they want a full Puckerman-Lopez treatment," Puck starts.
"A Puckerman-Lopez-Fabray-Pierce treatment," Quinn corrects. Puck nods, and makes a few changes to the email blast.
"And another group one to the jocks, telling them that slushie restrictions are off, and they can have a field day. The glee club deserves it," Puck mutters angrily. Santana pulls from Brittany's grasp, and hugs Puck, effectively calming him down. They all agree to go to the Lima Bean for coffee to soothe their nerves and emotions. Santana carpooled with Puck today, since winter is almost here, and it's getting too cold for her bike, they get in his car, and Puck is thankful that they did, he doesn't want Santana alone, in case she makes a bad decision, she does that sometimes when she's upset or angry.
At the Lima Bean, they claim the large corner couch seats, and they all pile onto one, while Quinn gets the coffees. Quinn also gets four doughnuts, because she knows her friend's favorite treat, and she wants her to feel better right now. As she goes over to sit down, a large group of boys, in infamous red and navy blazers, step through the door.
Nick recognizes one of Santana's good friends, he's heard about Quinn from Jeff, and he's met her a few times. He frowns when he sees the worried expression on the girl's face. As the lacrosse team goes up to the counter and gets in line, he looks over to where the blonde was heading, and sees a group of four, everyone seeming to be comforting a silently crying brunette. Wait a second . . . that's Santana! Nick realizes. He places his order quickly, and once he gets his drink, speed walks over to them. He knows that they can all see him, but they know Santana, and this isn't normal. Not at all. He goes over to them, and he sees Santana glance up at him, her eyes slightly red. Santana offers a bad attempt at a smile, and he comes over, and sits down on the couch across from the four.
"Excuse me?" Puck asks Nick. "Who are you?"
"Nick. We've met before. Her cousin, Jeff's, boyfriend." Puck nods in recognition, and Santana gets up a bit, and sits down next to the Warbler. Nick puts an arm around her shoulders, and whispers to her, "What happened, San?" Santana sniffles, and looks at him.
"The glee club. We all quit. Because they were ripping me up behind my back. Called me a slutty whore. Said my only job is on a pole."
"But you were helping them with the slushie situation," Nick says, confused.
"Yeah, and they didn't care," Santana says angrily, wiping away a few tears. "Didn't even seem to care when I left."
"I'm sorry, San. If it was possible, I would offer for you all to join the Warblers with me, but . . ." Nick trails off, knowing that they'll understand, and a glimmer of a smile is seen on Santana's face. "Hold on. I'll text Jeff to come. And he'll bring Trent, Thad, and even Hunter if you want." Santana nods, and Nick whips out his phone, and sends a speed text to his boyfriend.
Sebastian sees his teammate distracted, so he goes over to get him.
"Hey Nick. We're leaving . . . oh. Hey J-Lo. Blondie. Other Blondie."
"They have names, Sebastian," Nick says, slightly exasperated. Sebastian knows that they all have names, but he is confused at why they're all here, and why Santana's eyes are red.
"Just leave. Please," Santana says, a little bit of fire coming back to her voice. She kinda wants him to take her in his arms again, but not here, in front of everybody, but she mostly wants him gone. Sebastian doesn't argue.
"Ok. See you back at Dalton, Nick." Then, as he's leaving, he sees four more boys in Dalton blazers come rushing through the door. He grits his teeth when he sees Hunter. Sebastian can tell that Hunter likes Santana, and it doesn't sit right with him.
Brittany S. Pierce isn't the smartest girl. But she does know a thing or two about relationships. When he came over, Brittany could see the way Sebastian looked at Santana. It was similar to the way she knows that she occasionally looks at Artie. Or used to look at Artie. One of longing, one of desire, one of caring. And she saw something in Santana's eyes when he came over. Something similar, but also hurt. Is something going on between them? Brittany knows when something is up, and when it's worth investigating. This is. She makes a mental note to keep a close eye out with the two, when she sees more boys come in, and Sebastian glares daggers at one of them. The one Santana told her about. Santana's new friend. Is that jealousy on Sebastian's eyes? Brittany is 99% sure that it is, even if he hasn't identified it yet. She smiles to herself. She knows now that she and Santana were meant to be best friends, nothing more. And she is going to help her best friend find love. Brittany is good at that sort of thing. It hurts a bit, to let her friend go, but it needs to be done.
When Jeff got Nick's urgent text to come to the Lima Bean, Jeff was scared. His boyfriend had mentioned that it had something to do with Santana, so he brought along the gang. When the gang gets there, they rush to the couches, where they know Santana would be, and Jeff saw his cousin sandwiched in between her best friends, her girlfriend holding her hand, tracing circles on her arm, and her best friend since, like, preschool, with his arm around her shoulders comfortingly. The four of them rush past Sebastian, and go over to Santana, who stands to meet them. She hugs each of them, plastering on a clearly forced smile, Jeff can see the tears in her eyes, and as they all sit, he demands to know what's wrong. Brittany whispers something into Santana's ear, and at first, she shakes her head violently, but Brittany whispers something else, and Santana sighs, and takes out her phone.
They boys all look confused, but when a recording start, they understand, and clap their hands over their mouth at the horrible words about their friend. When the recording ends, Santana is staring at her lap, not wanting to see all the sympathetic faces. Jeff stands up, and hugs Santana tightly. Nick joins in, then Trent, then Thad and Hunter, then Brittany and Quinn, and finally Puck to finish the group hug.
When they release, everyone switches up seats, Santana now sandwiched in between and angry Jeff, and a infuriated Quinn. Puck is on the other side of Jeff, and all the boys are talking about revenge and prank plans, while the the Unholy Trinity is discussing a girls day to soothe their nerves.
Brittany has just agreed on going out next weekend, when Thad slides next to her. She smiles at him, and they get into a silly conversation about their shared fear of horses. Except baby ones. Foals and fillies are adorable.
Santana nudges Quinn, and cocks her head towards the two. Quinn grins, and sees what her friend is telling her. The blonde shakes her shoulders playfully, and Santana sticks her tongue out at her. Quinn smiles, happy that her friend is feeling better.
After everyone finishes their drinks, and they talk for a little bit more, the boys stand up, and tell them that they have to head back to Dalton. The girls and Puck say goodbye, and Santana gives them all hugs, each of them promising to text her later. The boys are gearing up to leave, when they notice Sebastian reading a book in another corner of the shop.
"Hey, Sebastian! Why are you still here?" Sebastian lifts an eyebrow at Jeff's question.
"I'm Nick's ride. There isn't enough space in your car, last I checked, and I figured that I'd be nice for once, and stay so someone doesn't end up walking alone in the cold." Nick nods, and splits off from the boys and joins Sebastian in his car, they are pretty nice to each other, with them both being stars on the lacrosse team. The practices have been getting worse lately, just because the weather is getting much colder. Nick wouldn't be surprised if it started snowing soon.
After the Warblers left, Santana and her friends got up as well, Puck and Santana saying goodbye to Quinn and Brittany as they get in the car bound for Lima Heights. As they drive, Puck makes Santana promise that she'll find him if she needs anything, anything at all. She promises quickly, she needs someone close, and he drops her off at her house. Then, her phone buzzes. A text from Hunter. Asking to meet up with her. She replies that she's free tomorrow, and he agrees immediately.
Meanwhile, once Brittany gets home, she gets a text as well. From an unknown number. She walks upstairs to her room, and thinks about who this might be, and what they might want from her. Deciding to look into it, since she has a theory, she calls the person.
"Hello?" she asks into the phone.
"Brittany?" a voice says.
"Sebastian? Hi! What can I help you with?" she asks brightly.
"Could we meet up at the Lima Bean tomorrow afternoon at 4:00? I have to talk to you about something."
"Sure!"
"Cool." He hangs up. Brittany sets her phone down. She has many, many theories postulating in her head about what he wants, but decides to let him tell her everything tomorrow.
The next day, at McKinley, you have to watch your head. A rainbow of icy drinks flying in every direction, each one landing directly on a glee clubber. Without Santana Maria Diabla Lopez protecting them, they are completely vulnerable, and everyone knows it. The jocks are finally happy that there aren't restrictions as to who they slushie. Well, everyone knows it's suicide to slushie the Fearsome Four. The Unholy Trinity, and their bodyguard. No one slushies Cheerios either, unless they want the wrath of one Sue Sylvester.
The crowded halls part like the Red Sea for Moses in front of Santana Lopez. With a new fire in her eyes, armed with dangerous eyes that could almost kill you with a look, sharp nails, and an even sharper tongue, people dare not cross her. They all know something went down, but it only made her stronger. That's what everyone admires about Santana, though they'd never admit it aloud.
The glee club is currently hiding in the choir room, afraid to step foot outside their sanctuary. Each of them has already gotten slushied at least twice, and Rachel has had enough of it.
"Ok. Who here has Santana's number? I'm going to stop this." Everyone looks concerned for Rachel's safety, but no one actually has her number.
"I can IM her on Facebook," Mercedes offers slowly. "When we worked together for duets week, we became Facebook friends." They all nod at her to do it, and a few minutes later, Santana struts into the choir room, alone, as requested.
"You wanted to see me, Wheezy?"
"Actually, I did," Rachel says bravely, stepping forwards, but withering under the glare of the Latina.
"You did, huh? And why would I want to talk to you? Have you called to apologize?"
Rachel never was that much of a forward thinker when it came to social situations, and isn't good at reading the situation.
"Actually no. I wanted to say that my opinion of you was only bolstered by the fact that you told everyone to slushie us." Everyone gasps, now seriously worried for their lead singer's safety and sanity. They can see the fire in the Latina's eyes as she takes a few calm steps forwards, making them all step backwards.
"Actually, Man Hands, I didn't tell them to do anything. I just told them that you all are no longer under my protection. It was all their choice. But I can't say that I didn't approve," Santana sneers. "Maybe next time you want something from someone," Santana says, addressing the whole club, "don't let RuPaul take the lead. And insulting them isn't helpful either." With that, she turns on her heel, and marches out of her old second home, now a suffocating, stifling environment.
The glee club wheels on Rachel to reprimand her, but Finn comes to his girlfriends defense. Somehow, he manages to convince the lot of them that this is Satan's fault, instead of Rachel, even when the blame clearly rests on Berry.
After school, Puck drops Santana off a her house, and she dashes upstairs. She quickly texts Hunter the address of the club, and then changes into leather skinny jeans, wedge boots, and a black tank top. She throws on a thick leather jacket over it, and calls to her mom that she's meeting a friend. Since the club is close, she takes a nice walk through Lima Heights. She does run into a few miscreants, but her tough-ass attire and piercing glare steers them off quickly.
When she gets to her destination, she checks her jacket, and walk over to the counter, and orders a soda while she waits for Hunter. She sees him come in, and appreciates his natural ability at commanding a crowd, everyone parts for him as he scans the room, soon walking over to her with a smirk on his face. Yeah, he's definitely done this before.
"Hey, Satan."
"Commander Clarington," Santana says teasingly. Hunter grins, and takes the seat next to her.
"So, why are we here?"
"This is one of my favorite places to hang out. It's different from Scandals because it's less of a bar, they don't serve tons of alcohol, it's more of a karaoke place, but many kinds of people come here. For example, that guy over there, his name is Lukas, he was here last time I came, his family is from Sweden, and he's studying to be an astronomer, but he still loves a good drink."
"How do you know all of that?" Hunter asks in awe. Santana shrugs mischievously.
"You never know what people will tell you with just a little bit of alcohol in their systems."
"Amen," Hunter says.
He gets up, and comes back with a beer, and they clink their drinks together. "By the way, nice outfit. You a regular here?" Santana nods. "The bartender noticed me coming from your table, and gave me a discount for knowing you." They both laugh, and Santana gets up. "Where are you going?" Santana looks back at him with a mischievous twinkle in her eye.
"You'll see." Just then, the DJ announces that karaoke is open, and, since she looks smoking hot, and has impressive powers of persuasion, Santana gets up on stage first, skipping the line entirely.
She zooms into a fantastic rendition of Shattered Glass, by Britney Spears, and as she does, she hops off the stage and dances through the crowd, making her way to Hunter, who's gotten up to dance. They dance together for a bit, and then sit down, smiling, Hunter a bit out of breath, and Santana smiling.
"Well done," Hunter says, high fiving her.
"Thanks. This is my creative outlet now that I'm not in glee club anymore. Oh, shit," Santana says.
"What?" Hunter asks, concerned as she puts her head in her hands.
"This was mean to be fun, and I wasn't supposed to mention glee club. This isn't supposed to be a pity party, or a feel better thing."
"Hey, look at me." Santana lifts her head, and looks at Hunter. "Don't worry about it. We don't have to talk about it more, but you have every right to be upset after all those lies they said about you." Santana smiles.
"Thanks Hunter."
"Of course, Santana."
At exactly 4:00, Brittany walks into the Lima Bean, going straight to the meerkat-faced boy in the blazer, sitting calmly at a corner table.
"Blondie. Right on time. Fantastic," Sebastian drawls.
"This is about Sanny," Brittany says suddenly. She knew that her plan was to let him tell her, but she saw him quickly flip off of his message thread with her, and she sees that look in his eyes again, and his nod confirms it. Brittany sits down, and waits for Sebastian to speak.
"You know how Santana was acting all quiet recently?" Brittany nods. "It was my fault." Then, the whole story comes spilling out of the bronze-haired boy, and Brittany watches in awe. She sees that underneath the cold, icy, sharp exterior, he really loves her best friend, even if he doesn't realize it. It's in the way he talks about her, the way he looks when he's talking or thinking about her, the way he looks at her. It almost makes Brittany's heart hurt, it's so sweet and sad. She can feel it, and she knows that she and Santana are meant to be BFFs. This . . . Santana and Sebastian . . . this is right. It just needs to happen, and she is going to be the one to do it.
When he finishes his long, rambling story, Sebastian's face flushes, and he looks down.
"I'm really sorry, Brittany, it just happened." Brittany smiles softly, and reaches across the table, and takes his hand, making him jump in shock. Brittany smirks.
"It's ok, ex-dolphin. I'll make sure that everything ends up right." Brittany sees Sebastian's walls coming up, and she rolls her eyes.
"What the hell does that mean?" Sebastian asks. Brittany shrugs in response.
"You're a penguin, and some of your other penguins are dolphins, but you're not." Brittany explains, but it only makes him more confused.
"Whatever, Blondie." With that, a frustrated Sebastian walks out of the Lima Bean, leaving a beaming Brittany behind him.
She knows that the only reason he got upset is because he cared. He cared that what she had to say would help him and Santana, but he got upset when he didn't understand it. Brittany sighs to herself as she heads out to her car. Sanny would get it. Brittany smiles at the thought of her best friend. Really, she's always thought of them in that way. Best friends for life. But the first step in her master plan is the hard part. The really hard part. This might make or break the future of Brittany's new favorite ship, Sebtana (she ought to put a patent on the name, it's pretty ingenious, if she does say so herself).
Saturday, finally, and Santana gears up to go to the shop, but she gets a call from Burt saying that they're not open today. So, Santana relaxes down on her bed, thinking about what to do today, until she gets a text from Brittany, asking to meet up at the Lima Bean. Santana smiles, and changes into ripped jeans, a t shirt, combat boots, and her leather jacket, and gets on her bike, trying to ignore the harsh wind. It feels like there's a storm coming.
Santana enters the Lima Bean, and finds Brittany with an apologetic smile on her face. She's confused as she sits down across from her girlfriend, asking her what's up.
Brittany is having a hard time. She's really excited to help her best friend, but she knows that this is going to break her heart. Brittany doesn't exactly know how to put this gently, so that Santana will still talk to her. Brittany takes a deep breath.
"Sanny, you know how we're best friends, right?" Santana nods.
"Always and forever, Britt-Britt."
"Well, I think . . . I think that's all we were meant to be." Santana blinks a few times, and shakes her head, standing up. This isn't happening.
"What? Brittany, are you breaking up with me?" Santana asks desperately. Brittany really wants to say no, and spare her best friend this brief pain, but it needs to happen. Brittany nods solemnly.
"Yes. I'm so sorry San. but we both knew it, and . . . there's someone else." Brittany realizes her bad choice of words immediately. "Not for me! I-um, ugh. Someone else really likes you, and we are just meant to be gal pals, and BFFs, ok?" Brittany pleads.
Santana has a few stray tears falling, but nods. She thought Brittany was the one thing that wouldn't change. But now, it's over. Somewhere inside Santana, she knows that Brittany is right, and she agrees with the blonde, and Santana lets that part take over, and nods, accepting what's happening. Brittany stands up, and hugs her tightly, but Santana doesn't hug back.
"We're still best friend, right, Sanny?" Brittany says, hoping that her plan didn't just cost her her best friend. Santana nods her head.
"Forever, Britt. I just need space and time, for now. Thank you." Santana kisses Brittany's forehead, and then walks out of the coffee shop. Brittany sits back down, and pulls out her phone, and her step-by-step plan. Step one, complete.
Santana hurries back to her house, and collapses on her bed, silently crying. She curls up into a ball, and wraps her Papi's jacket around her.
Sebastian looks across from his window into Santana's room. He wants to talk to her so badly, but she isn't there. Then, she comes rushing in, crying a bit, and flops on her bed. This isn't normal for her. Before he can think twice, he grabs his phone, and fires off a Private Message, under the nickname Santana gave him, both of their favorite one of many. She's filed under his favorite nickname for her, J-Lo.
[Andrew McCarthy]
Hey. R u ok?
When Santana's phone buzzes, she at first doesn't want to answer it, but she sighs, thinking that it might be important, it might be from Brittany, or Puck. She frowns, more in confusion, which she sees who it's from. She considers not answering, but then wonders how he knew she was sad.
[Jenny Lopez]
R u stalking me, or something?
[Andrew McCarthy]
No. I can just see u crying, remember?
Then, Santana remembers that she doesn't have curtains, and he can see her. She sits up, and frowns at him through the window. She doesn't know why she's telling him this, but she wants to contact him. She wants to keep talking.
[Jenny Lopez]
Brittany broke up w/ me.
Sebastian is shocked. He did not expect that. He figured that the slightly crazy blonde was up to something when they met in the Lima Bean, but he did know what. Why would she break up with Santana? Aren't they best friends?
[Andrew McCarthy]
Really sorry, Tana. Is there anything I can do?
While Santana responds, he opens his IM thread with 'Blondie #1'. He's a little confused as to why Brittany wanted to call him Sebastian the Crab, but they both agreed on Meerkat.
[Meerkat]
Is it true that u broke up w/ Tana?
Brittany responds almost immediately.
[Blondie #1]
Yes. Did Sanny tell u? I hope she's ok . . .
[Meerkat]
Yeah, she just did. Y did u do it?
[Blondie #1]
We were meant to be BFFs, nothing more. Plus, she's not a dolphin anymore.
[Meerkat]
Ok . . . .
After getting confused by Brittany, Sebastian returns to his IMing with Santana, who responded to his question finally.
[Jenny Lopez]
Could u, um, just be there? In case I need someone, and u r right there. I know it'll be weird, is that ok w/ u?
[Andrew McCarthy]
Yeah, of course. Anything. It won't be weird, I promise.
[Jenny Lopez]
Thanks. Ttyl.
After closing her conversation with Sebastian, Santana feels a little better, knowing that Sebastian isn't mad at her, and they are kinda at even ground. So, she leaves her room, and goes out onto the front steps. After a minute, she starts walking, and soon, she arrives at a large house, and knocks firmly on the door.
A woman with tan skin, and black hair answers the door. Santana offers a half smile at Ariel Kinneret, Puck's mom. She never took the Puckerman last name, since Puck's dad left them both. Ariel lets Santana in, and Santana climbs the stairs, entering Puck's room, where he's sprawled on his bed, playing a video game. Santana grabs the second console, plugs it in, and joins him in the cooperative game. Once Santana helps Puck win, he turns to her.
"So, Satan, as much as I love your company, you never show up unannounced. What happened?"
"Brittany broke up with me. She and I both agreed that we are meant to be best friends, nothing more."
"Oh, San. I'm sorry." Puck hugs her, and Santana feels better. Ish. After an afternoon of gaming with Puck, Santana bids him goodbye, and walks home. When she gets there, she's immediately sucked into the vortex of housework, cooking, entertaining the twins, who seem to have forgotten their promise, but Santana is fine with that. They don't have to do that. Also, cleaning, clearing out old things and piling them in the guest room, which was Diego's room, before it became Abuela's, and now it's empty.
While Santana, her mom, and the twins are eating dinner, it starts to rain. Like, pour. They all hear the pounding of rain against the roof, and as she clears the table, Santana crosses her fingers that there won't be thunder. She's not afraid of it, it just . . . brings back memories.
Santana puts the twins to bed, and the rain lets up, making Santana sigh in relief. But, her third eye tells her that it'll come back, worse than before. She hangs her head, and lies the twins down, asking them what song they want to hear tonight. They decide on Scars to Your Beautiful, by Alessia Cara, and Santana obliges, toning down the beats, and tempo to make it a suitable bedtime song.
Once she finishes, she shuts the door, and goes to her room. She then sits in her chair by the window looking out over the backyard. She leans her head on the windowsill, staring up at the sky, knowing what's to come, thanks to her third eye. But, before she knows it, she's fallen asleep.
