Okay here's the next chapter. I know it's shorter than usual but I wanted to give you guys something. I couldn't get any request into this chapter but I promise you I'm working on it.

I'm sorry if the violence in some of the previous chapters offended some people. I'm trying to make it as close to a high schoolers reaction as possible.

Let me know what you guys think.


Santana walked into the choir room to find her ex-boyfriend lying on the ground broken and bloody with her girlfriend standing there, her nose bleeding slightly but not broken, as it had been in their first fight.

She took one look at the scene before her and crossed her arms over her chest glaring at her girlfriend.

The other Glee club members who weren't in absolute pain were trying to hide their laughter at seeing the Latina standing in the doorway with her arms crossed over her chest and glaring at Brittany's back. The blonde noticed that something was up and turned to the door expecting to find Mr. Shue standing there in open shock, but was surprised to find Santana.

She tried to give a weak smile to the girl but Santana stormed past the blonde and took a seat on the back row far away from a still dry heaving Finn.

"Damn, Britt, I knew you were a beast but this is ridiculous," Quinn said as she walked into the room. She stepped over Puck who was still groaning and clutching his sides on the floor.

She took a seat by Rachel and threw her arm around the back of the smaller girl's chair. Brittany opened her mouth to respond when yet another voice spoke.

"What happened in here?" Mr. Shue asked from the doorway noting Puck, Finn and Brittany's condition. Brittany just stared at the curl haired teacher waiting for him to piece it together.

His eyes locked with her and he let off a sigh, indicating for the blonde to follow him. Dabbing at the blood leaking from her nose Brittany followed him out the door and towards Figgins' office.

Just outside the door he stopped looked down at Brittany.

"Why do you keep doing this, Brittany?" He asked. She could see the pity in his eyes and she hated it.

Holding her head up high she looked him dead in the face and said, "Don't play this game with me, Mr. Shuester. I know how this works out. You tell me I have so much to live for and that I shouldn't be doing the things I do, but come on Mr. Shue. I'm not Rachel or Kurt or even Mercedes. Hell! Quinn's even smart enough to get out of this town. They're going to get out of this horrible place and make something of themselves. I'm going to end up running Burt's shop since Kurt doesn't know the first thing about cars and Finn is a big idiot. That's the way life works out. Some of us get handed the short stick and you just have to accept that."

He looked down at his student, before Brittany turned and walked into the principles office.


At the end of Glee rehearsal Santana walked out of the choir room and headed towards Figgins office. She found Brittany still inside. The Indian man behind the desk looked aggravated but the blonde sitting in front of him looked at ease.

After a few more seconds of talking the blonde strode out of the office. She gave Santana a cocky grin that the Latina didn't return.

"What's wrong?" Brittany asked dropping the cocky demeanor instantly. Santana stared at Brittany as if she were dumb. "You're really going to sit there and act like you didn't do anything?" Brittany stared at the Latina surprised. Santana had never talked to her like this. It was nerve racking.

She stared down at the smaller girl not understanding what the problem was. Sure, she had just beat the shit out of Puckerman and he was probably going to need medical attention again, but she had done it all in the name of protecting Santana's honor.

Rolling her eyes Santana stormed away with a still stunned Brittany following behind her. They got to the car and Brittany didn't try to open the door for her she simply opened the door with the button on her car key and got into the driver's side. They rode over to the Lopez's house in silence.

When Brittany pulled into the driveway Santana didn't get out. She knew Brittany was going to say something.

"You know that I'm not going to just sit by and let them do these things to us. I don't know why you keep getting mad at me. I won didn't I?" Santana scoffed at Brittany's words.

"Is that really the only thing that matters? It's okay so long as you won."

Brittany sat there quietly she didn't want to argue with Santana. She knew that she was going to lose.

The Latina sighed and wiped a hand across her face. "So, what's your punishment?" She asked.

Brittany chuckled darkly. "He said that he would call my mother and that since I had gone to him without a fight he was going to let me off easy. I think it's got more to do with that game we won yesterday."

Even though Brittany was a master at hiding her true emotions Santana had learned to read the girl like an open book. "He can't do that!" She yelled punching the dashboard in frustration. Brittany chuckled darkly again.

"It's alright, Santana. I can deal with this," she said.

Santana growled again. "No, you shouldn't have too! You shouldn't have to deal with her! She can't be in your in your life anymore! She's not going to hurt you anymore! I'm not going to let her!"

"Really, Santana, it's not that big of a deal."

"Stop blowing this off, Brittany. Your mom is evil and I'm not going to let her near you ever again!"

The blonde looked over at her girlfriend and smiled. Santana was looking at the blonde with so much protectiveness that it made Brittany's heart swell. "I love you so much," Brittany whispered. Santana leaned across the gearshift and kissed the blonde softly. It didn't match the fire she had displayed only moments ago, but Brittany appreciated it all the same.

Pulling back Brittany took hold of Santana's face and looked deep into a pair of dark mocha eyes. She gave the shorter girl a soft smile before opening the car door and hopping out.

They walked into the house and found Emily and Hugo in their usual spot in front of the TV with toys scattered everywhere. They noticed Hugo's hand creeping over to Emily's and they shared a smile before walking into the kitchen to grab a snack. Santana pulled out a bowl full of cherries and Brittany grabbed an apple.

Unlike Santana, Brittany actually wanted to eat and didn't have alterier motives. They stepped upstairs and walked towards Santana's bedroom, shutting the door behind them.

Brittany took a huge bite out of the apple and walked and made her way around the room. She went over to the dresser that was covered in pictures of Santana. From when she was three up until high school. One in particular caught her eye. It was of her and Quinn they looked about seven years old. They had huge smiles on and they stood arm in arm smiling up at the camera.

She smiled at the picture and a pair of arms wrapped around her waist. Santana looked over Brittany's shoulder and at the picture.

"I remember that," Santana whispered. Brittany heard the longing in the Latina's voice. The blonde leaned back into the touch.

Ever since Quinn had quit the Cheerio's it seemed that she and Quinn could no longer be friends. They had become part of two different cliques and if Brittany weren't so much of a badass than she knew that she and Santana wouldn't be dating. Well they wouldn't be as open about it.

She could tell that the Latina liked her, but if they weren't at the top of the food chain would Santana have kept her a secret. If Brittany had dated someone of a lower status than herself no one would have questioned her or messed with her girlfriend.

Pulling back Brittany took Santana's hand and led her over to the bed. She pushed the shorter girl down and straddled her waist with the apple still in her mouth.

The Latina leaned forward and caught hold of the other side of the apple. She took a firm hold on it and pulled back with the piece in her mouth. Chewing it slowly she let off a sensual moan that made Brittany's jaw drop and the apple rolled away from them.

"Oh, shit," the blonde growled, just before the Latina captured her lips.

They rocked on the bed before Brittany managed to get her on the bed flat. She pulled the Latina's hands above her head and attacked her neck. Santana worked her hands free and ran them through the blonde's hair. A moan left her throat as she felt Brittany sucked on her pulse point making a hickey that would last for days.

"Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry!" Marie's voice made them jump and Brittany toppled off the bed. Marie stood in the doorway with her hand over her eyes.

"Mom!" Santana yelled her cheeks burning.

"I was only going to ask if Brittany and Emily would be staying for dinner," the older woman said.

Brittany sat up from the ground with a groan, rubbing her head. "I'm not so sure that that would be a good idea, Mrs. Lopez. What with the current situation."

"Brittany, I've told you a million times to call me Marie and you're staying. Just be thankful it wasn't my husband that found you." With those words she left the two highly embarrassed teenagers.

Santana fell back on her bed with her hands over her eyes. She could not believe that just happened.

"At least we didn't get any further," Brittany said with a laugh as she rubbed the back of her head. Santana shot her girlfriend a glare that made the taller girl blush considerably.

Santana groaned. "I can't believe my mother just walked in on us about to have sex."

Brittany did her best not to snicker as the Latina rolled over and screamed into her comforter, making the blonde jump.

Hopping up from the floor Brittany walked over to the shorter girl. She stroked the Latina's back and made hushing noises.

"It's not that serious, babe," she said.

Santana jumped up then.

"It's a very big deal, Brittany! Jesus, we just talked about you not blowing everything off!" The Latina snapped.

Brittany's hands balled into fist and she glared back at the Latina.

"You do enough worrying for the both of us. Can't you just cut loose for once and stop worrying about every little thing that happens to us? God, you're starting to get as uptight as Berry." Brittany growled back.

Santana looked aghast but she quickly got over it.

"Well, one of us has to worry since the other thinks it's okay to beat someone up every time they look at you funny. Where do you think that's going to land you after graduation?" She snarled back.

Brittany shrugged even though the comment hurt her.

"Probably some place where you're not breathing down my neck the whole time! Telling me what I've done wrong!" She yelled. That last comment had really hurt her feelings.

Everyone else already thought that Brittany was nothing more than a failure it hurt her to think that Santana thought that too even if she hadn't specifically said it.

Santana's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Well, I wouldn't have to do that if you would actually do something right!"

"I guess me ever asking you out was the wrong decision too!" Brittany screamed back before she could stop herself.

As soon as the words left her mouth Brittany regretted them. The look of hurt in Santana's eye made her heart break. The Latina turned away.

"I think you're right," she whispered, "I think we need to take a break, Brittany."

Hearing the Latina use her full name sent a pang through her heart. She couldn't believe this was happening, but there was nothing she could do to stop it. She wanted to tell Santana that she didn't want that and that she hadn't mean anything she had said but she simply nodded and walked out of the Latina's room.

She went downstairs and found Emily and Hugo in the exact same spot that she had left them in.

"Come on, Em, we're going home," Brittany called. The smaller girl seemed to sense the disturbance in her sister's voice so she bid Hugo goodbye, giving the small boy a hug and kiss on the cheek before walking over to Brittany.

Watching the two younger children interact broke Brittany's heart into a million pieces but she pushed her tears back and focused on the door.

"Brittany, I thought we agreed that you would stay for dinner," Marie said as she came out of the kitchen with an apron on and a wooden spoon in her hand. Letting off a sigh Brittany turned to the Latina woman.

"Much as I would love to stay for your amazing cooking, Mrs. Lopez. With the current situation and what has just taken place I don't think that would be wise," Brittany replied, her voice void of emotion. Marie stumbled back a little. She had never seen the blonde like this. Brittany always had at least one emotion that she would let show, but right now she looked numb.

Nodding in understanding Marie watched as the blonde took her younger sister's hand and walked out the door.

Walking back to the kitchen Marie turned the stove off and walked up the stairs to Santana's room.

As soon as the door had closed Santana had broken down in a fit of tears. They streamed down her face and she clung to her pillow like a lifeline as she sobbed and screamed into it.

Marie walked in and rubbed her daughter's back. She didn't ask any questions. She didn't have to. She already knew what had happened. Between Brittany's sudden need to leave and Santana's breakdown she knew that the teenage couple had hit a rough patch.

Half an hour later Santana's crying had subsided into a few hiccups but the tears continued to flow.

"She's gone, Mommy," Santana whispered, getting up from the pillow and clinging to the older woman. Marie stroked her daughter's back and tried to hush the fresh wave of sobs that wracked her slender frame.

Marie brushed through her daughter's hair trying to calm her down.

"Hush, now, tell Mama what happened," she cooed.

It took a few more minutes for Santana to calm down enough for her to retell the story to her mother. She told her everything from the when Brittany beat Puck up at the party to what had transpired in the bedroom.

Marie sat there silently listening to Santana's tale. She didn't even comment when she heard about the fights that Brittany had gotten into or when they had slushied her baby girl. Marie had thoughts and comments running through her mind, but she kept them to herself. At this moment her daughter need a shoulder to cry on and a listening ear.

When she finished her story Santana's tears were running so much that Marie's left shoulder was soaked.

"Santana, darling, as much as I'd love to say that you're completely right and that Brittany's in the wrong, there's some fault on both sides. Brittany believes that what she's doing is the right thing for the both of you but it's not and you weren't exactly patient with her. I think you both will come to your senses soon and get over this little spat."

Santana soaked in her mother's words and clung to the older woman's shirt taking in her mother's calming scent.

The older woman patted her daughter's back before standing up and leaving the room. Santana lay back on the bed and let the tears fall again.


Brittany walked into the apartment in a daze. Quinn and Rachel sitting on the couch. They had the TV on and were watching some nature program that Quinn never would have watched willingly.

As the two blondes walked in both girl's looked up at them. Quinn blushed but than noticed Brittany's condition. She whispered something to Rachel and the brunette got up from the couch walking up to Emily, she dropped down to one knee and asked if Emily wanted to play in her room.

The younger girl looked up at Brittany unsure but the blonde remained unresponsive so Emily looked over at Quinn who nodded giving the small child a reassuring smile.

Emily accepted the hand that Rachel extended to her and they walked into the spare room.

Quinn led Brittany over to the couch and sat the emotionless girl down. She snapped her fingers in front of Brittany's face but the blonde's face remained blank. She only whispered two words, "It's over."

The pink haired girl looked at Brittany confused until she pieced the puzzles together. The blonde's early arrival, her total lack of communication, the vacant expression, Emily's worried state and that comment. Brittany was staring at the wall above the TV and not looking at Quinn even as she continued to mutter, 'It's over'.

"What happened, Brittany?" She asked, using the girl's full name for once. The tears began to fall fast down the blonde's pale cheeks.

"I fucked up, Q! The worst part is I don't know what I did wrong or how I'm can fix it! I'm that stupid!" The blonde screamed.

Quinn patted Brittany's arm trying to calm her friend down.

"Just tell me what happened why did she get mad at you?"

Brittany told the pink haired girl about what had transpired. Quinn tensed as she spoke of how Figgins was going to call her mother tomorrow but otherwise remained silent.

At the end of her recounter Quinn sat back and looked at her friend a thoughtful expression in place.

"I think you two will get over this. Couples have spats all the time and honestly the reason you two are having this 'break' is pretty stupid. What are you going to do when your kids walking in on you having sex? 'Cause they will."

Brittany's head shot up at the mention of children.

"Oh, don't give me that surprised look. I can already tell that you and Santana are going to get married have at least two little urchins running around getting into stuff and you're going to be the sappiest couple ever. This is just a rough patch that you have to get over." The pink haired girl growled.

Brittany sat back on the couch defeated. She knew that Quinn was absolutely right, but one of the many things Brittany was known for would be her stubborn attitude. She had no intention of being the first one to break up this silent agreement of no communication. Santana had been the one to say specifically that they need to take a break.

Quinn realized that she wasn't going to get anything else from the blonde so she gave Brittany's shoulder one last pat before walking back to Emily's room she found the small girl being tucked in by Rachel and once they had said goodnight to the child they walked back to Quinn's room.

Brittany sat on the couch for the rest of the night, unmoving and unresponsive. She didn't even notice when the tears began to slip down her face.


Please don't hate me I know some of you wanted fluff and others wanted angst and I couldn't make up my mind. I promise this isn't the end and I'm going to start working on the next chapters soon.

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