Plead

"Wake up (why can't you)/ and face me (come on now)/ Don't play dead (don't play dead)/ Cause maybe (because maybe)/ Someday (someday) I'll walk away and say/ you fucking disappoint me,/ maybe you're better off this way." Passive-A Perfect Circle

"Santana, please!" Brittany called after her as she stormed out of the choir room. This wasn't how this was supposed to happen. She was going to tell her that night, where they could talk about it alone. Instead, Puck had to go and screw things up. "San, please stop!" She'd chased her into the hall, but honestly, she hadn't expected her to actually stop. Still, she did, turning with such a fury that, for a second, Brittany was scared.

"You worked so fucking hard to make me admit my feelings and be open about us just to go and fuck Mike behind my back? I don't fucking get it!" Tears were shiny on her cheeks, and Brittany couldn't force away the sick, twisting feeling in her gut. "I gave up fucking everything to be with you, Brittany. Everything. Were you ever planning on fucking telling me or were you just going to lie and pretend it never happened?"

"I was, but-"

"Fuck! Do you have any idea how humiliating it is to find out from Puck? In front of all our goddamn friends?"

"I'm so sorry." It was the only thing Brittany could think to say. She was sorry she slept with Mike. She was sorry that she had to find out this way. She was sorry for hurting her. She was sorry for a lot of things.

"I'm fucking done. I can't play your game anymore." Santana turned and walked away, leaving Brittany alone in the hallway.