Today was the day - the day to test Brittany S. Pierce's true intentions.
Deep inside Santana was feeling like crap. Sure at the time it sounded like a good idea, but now she felt guilty. She didn't want Brittany to go through any heartache. Her own heart was still hurting and she wasn't sure when it would fully heal.
"You ready?" A loud voice came from behind Santana and she jumped.
"Holy fuck, you scared me!" She hissed, trying to calm her raging pulse.
"Sorry, sis," Santiago said half-heartedly, with a smug smirk.
Santana turned around, seeing the smirk, and punched her twin in the chest.
Santiago feigned hurt and followed his sister who had started to walk down the hall.
"So, are you ready?" The tall Latino asked again.
Santana shrugged her shoulders, feeling the guilt rise inside her again. However, Santiago missed the distressed look on his sister's face when he spotted Sam at his locker.
"Come on, San. I see Sam." He rushed towards the big-lipped blonde and started talking to him animatedly.
Santana couldn't help but chuckle at her brother's antics and the confused look on Sam's face. She pushed her brother away playfully and naturally leaned into the blonde boy's body.
Over the weekend, the pair had hung out non-stop and talked about everything that was going on in both of their lives. He had even told Santana about Mercedes and she though they weirdly fit.
As Santana leaned into Sam, she felt safe with him and if she weren't gay, she'd so claim his guppy lips.
"Aw, look at you two!" Santiago gushed, making kissing noises.
Sam blushed, protectively wrapping his arms around the smaller Latina.
"Shut up, Santi," Santana's reply came out muffled due to the fact she was trying to hide her face in Sam's chest.
Santiago was about to tease his sister more, but a loud slam of a locker caused all three to turn towards the noise.
Blue eyes immediately met with mocha eyes.
Santana saw the unshed tears and hurt that swirled around ocean blues, that she could seriously get lost in forever.
Once again, the guilt began to rise, but by tenfold.
"I've never seen Pierce look that upset…" Sam trailed off as he felt Santana start to tense as the blonde cheerleader walked away.
When Brittany was out of site, Santana placed her head down as if in defeat.
Finally picking up on his sister's mood, Santiago lifted her chin up so that they could look into each other's eyes.
"I know it hurts to see her like that, but what she did to you was worse. Let's just see how she deals with the tests knowing you're 'happy' with Sam." He put 'happy' in air quotes.
Deep down, Santiago wanted to abort the mission at hand, but now that Brittany saw Santana happy with her so-called boyfriend, he wanted to see if Brittany would fight or run away; showing she didn't really think San was worth it and just all talk.
"It still hurts," Santana mumbled, turning away from her brother to fully embrace the feeling of safety from being in Sam's arms.
Just then, the bell rang.
It was now lunchtime.
Brittany had successfully avoided the girl that had been haunting her dreams and her thoughts.
After she saw Santana that close and comfortable with Sam, she didn't know what to feel. She knew her heart was aching and she was feeling jealous. Also, she knew she was falling hard for the Latina.
With this in mind, she knew what she had to do – fight.
Now, she just had to figure out how…
Brittany didn't want to purposely break up Sam and Santana, but she had to prove to the younger girl that what they had was special and she deeply cared for her.
The blonde dancer continued to think while on the lunch line. Her thoughts were disrupted when she felt a warm hand rub up against her arm.
She looked up at the source and was met with green eyes and flowing red hair. Her brows scrunched together in confusion.
"Uh, can I help you?" Brittany knew the girl from Cheerios, but they've never interacted before.
"I'm sure you can, Britt-Britt," the Cheerio said in a sultry, flirtatious voice. But what caught Brittany's attention was the nickname.
"Don't call me that!" The blonde kissed, turning around to continue on line for whatever the mystery meat was.
The redhead didn't even seem fazed, "sorry, Brittany. But, I was wondering if you wanted to take a quick trip to the janitor's closet." She slowly trailed a finger down Brittany's bare arm.
She can't help but get goose bumps. It's not from the girl per say, but because it was tickling her.
Brittany simply inhaled and exhaled deeply as she turned around to face the girl that was so obviously hitting on her.
"No, thank you. I'm not into you. In fact, I'm not into anyone…but one person." She said with confidence.
The girl scoffs, "really? Don't tell me its Lopez. And not popular Lopez, but his loser sister."
Brittany tensed. She didn't like anyone calling Santana a loser. Just because Santana was smart, didn't mean she didn't have feelings like everyone else.
"Don't call her that! She's what's good in this miserable stinking world. She has a future, and a calling. What do you have? All I see is a future in a back ally giving strange men blowjobs and you catching an STD," Brittany yelled out. She looked around when she heard everyone gasp at the boldness that came out of Brittany 'the air head and slut' Pierce.
Immediately, embarrassment started to wash over her body. Yeah, she got into that fight with the other cheerleader, but she didn't like it. It was a new feeling. I'll get used to feeling this if it means sticking up for Santana. She deserves better than being put down all the time.
Brittany took another look around the cafeteria, put her tray down slowly, and bolted for the door.
In the corner, Santiago, Quinn, Sam, and Santana sat there completely frozen. They didn't think Brittany would react that bold. They knew she either was going to fall for it, or just say no, but to verbally stick up for Santana again in front of people, sparked something inside the Latina. She dropped her fry that was in mid air going towards her mouth and ran after Brittany.
"Well, I guess I see where Pierce stands with my sister. I just hope they take shit slow, and I'm definitely going to have to have a one-on-one talk with her. No way she gonna be hurtin' my baby sis again. Nuh uh." Santiago said with some ghetto rage.
"Sweetie, if you want her to take you seriously, skip the ghetto talk," Quinn said as she winked playfully at the jock.
Outside in the hallway, Santana was frantically looking for Brittany. She'd never seen so much rage come out of the blonde. She knew Brittany wouldn't be handling it very well.
She ran past the empty choir room and spotted red and white right away. Slowly back tracking, she entered the room and walked towards the sobbing girl sitting on the top bleacher.
For a few seconds, Santana just stared at the crying form in from of her. She didn't know how to break the silence or how to approach the blonde. Foremost, she didn't know what to say.
"Hi.." Really Lopez? That's what you say?
Brittany flinched, looking up; unaware that someone was in front her.
"Hi." She replied, softly.
Santana took in the blood shot eyes, and how the blueness got impossibly brighter and clearer.
"Did you mean it?" Santana asked, already guessing it was true.
Brittany looked at the nervous girl in front of her.
"Yeah. I meant it. San, you gotta believe me. I didn't mean to use you. Honestly, at first maybe, just maybe Puck had talked me into doing it, but I mainly did it because I wanted to. I wanted to be close to you, I wanted to kiss you so freaking badly." Brittany had gotten up, took Santana's slightly shaky hands, and led her to the seat next to her. It didn't go unnoticed that Santana didn't pull her hands away which gave Brittany some hope.
"I don't understand…" Santana was still trying to process everything.
"It's hard to explain, but I only want you Santana. I don't want anyone else. I will spend the rest of my life trying to make up for everything. Please, just give me a chance. Just one chance, and if I blow it, you have my permission to beat the unicorn outta me."
Santana smiled a little, and looked up into blue eyes. She saw nothing but truth and honesty.
"I… I guess we can take this slow. But how do I know you won't leave me, or make fun of me for being a loser…"
Brittany squeezed the Latina's hands tighter, "because I'd die before I let you go. You're all I think about, you're all I dream about."
"Isn't that a little drastic?" Santana said as a joke, but from the way the blonde slugged her shoulders and sighed, she knew there was an underlining meaning to what Brittany had said.
"I have to tell you something Santana, I want to be honest with you from the beginning. If you don't want to be with me after what I tell you, I completely understand and will let you go."
Santana saw the vulnerability and heard the sadness that Brittany had to tell her something worth possibly her running away. But, before Santana was going to decide, she had already made up her mind. If Brittany was really into them being together, why not show she's into them being together too? A relationship, any kind, is always 50/50.
The Latina unhooked her hands with Brittany's and immediately saw the blonde deflate. However, she quickly grabbed Brittany's face a brought her into a soft, reassuring kiss.
When the kiss broke, Santana stared into Brittany's eyes. "The fact you want to tell me something that's really bothering you, and you feel safe to tell me, I'm not going anywhere. I… I really like you Britt. I want us to be honest with each other. So, I have some things I needs to tell you as well."
Brittany nodded her head vigorously and leaned in for another kiss. But, before lips made contact, she pulled away, wide eyed.
"What about Sam? I can't do that to him. He's done nothing wrong." Even though she knew he was cheating on Santana with Mercedes, she knew it wasn't her right to tell Santana.
Santana started to smile, confusing the cheerleader.
"We're not really dating… we were faking it because you thought we were and I guess I was trying to make you jealous." The younger girl said sheepishly. The thought alone, of faking a boyfriend, might trigger the blonde to leave her and they weren't even official yet.
"It was all fake?" Brittany said, trying to process the information. "But this morning you guys looked so… couple-y."
"I know, but he's like another brother to me, so I felt comfortable just to be myself around him. Besides, he's kinda dating Mercedes."
The dancer felt relief that Santana wasn't being cheated on, but weirdly she didn't care that it was all an act. Just seeing Santana with someone else, made her cringe and knowing it wasn't real, made her feel somewhat at peace.
Clearing her head, Brittany took hold of Santana's hands again and started to get serious. "San, I need to tell you everything from the beginning…"
