Prompt: Secret
Author: Alex Gold (Ryzlin)
Fandom: Glee
Pairings: Brittana, Bartie
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. I would like to though.
After Nationals Brittany stopped pushing. She stopped telling Santana to come out, and it was really a weight off Santana's chest. It meant she could be safe from the general populous of Lima. There was one person she told though. After Quinn broke down in the hotel room Santana couldn't find it in herself to be mad at Quinn anymore. Quinn was just as broken as she was. It was the beginning of another friendship. The main difference being that this friendship wasn't built on a mutual need to be popular. So, half way through the summer holidays, Santana told Quinn she was a lesbian, and in love with Brittany. Quinn told her that she already knew.
Two weeks before school started back again, Santana asked Brittany out on a date. A week later she asked Brittany to be her girlfriend. She said yes. They decided to keep it under the radar, and while that meant no kissing at school (unless they were in the janitor's closet) they could still hug and link pinkies. Life was good for Santana.
Until Brittany broke her heart.
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It had been halfway through the year, and only two weeks away from Brittany and Santana's seventh month together. Santana sat next to Quinn, and Brittany sat over the other side of the choir room, next to Artie. It wasn't unusual, though Santana didn't really like Britt hanging around Artie, but she wasn't going to ban her from talking to him. Britt said they were still friends, and stopping all inactions between the two would be a little bit too mean to Brittany. But this time Santana thought she might have to do something. It looked like Brittany and Artie were arguing. Just before Santana could decide what the best course of actions was, Artie turned to face her.
"Santana, I know you had plans with Brittany this weekend, but it's our six month anniversary, and I want to take her out to dinner. Can you postpone your plans?"
She narrowed her eyes at him. "What?"
"Hey, no need to get so offended." Artie said as he wheeled towards Santana.
"Tell me you're kidding. This better be some sort of joke." She stood up and glared down at Artie with anger.
"I just want to celebrate something with my girlfriend, is that so bad?"
By now, the whole of Glee was watching them. Quinn felt her heart breaking for Santana. The Latina spun around and lifted a chair, flinging it at the wall with a loud, angry growl. She spun back to Artie.
"Yes. It is that fucking bad."
"Sanny…"
Santana cut Brittany off with a disgusted look.
"Don't even think of talking to me, ever again. I'm done. With you, with all of it."
Without another word she left the choir room, shoving Mr. Schuester out of the way as he came in the door she was exiting through. He called after angrily, but she ignored him.
The choir room was silent until Finn spoke. "That seemed like a bit of an over-reaction."
Puck sniggered. "Maybe she's PMSing."
Quinn shot them both dirty looks. "Shut up. You don't know what you're talking about."
She shook her head at Brittany. "I hope you're happy."
Quinn left, picking up both her school bag and Santana's.
Will looked at the remaining students. "What just happened?"
Artie shrugged. "I'm not quite sure. Does this mean you're free this weekend, Brittany?"
Brittany nodded, but looked at the door with a worried expression on her face.
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Quinn headed straight to the car park, and straight to Santana's car. She was glad it was still there. The idea of Santana driving off while angry or crying scared her a bit. After a quick glance through the windshield to determine where Santana was, Quinn opened the closest back door and climbed inside. She watched as Santana cried silently, her arms wrapped around herself.
"Why, Quinn? Why would she do that to me?"
Quinn moved forward and pulled Santana to her. The Latina started to sob loudly.
"I don't know, S. I don't know."
It was a good half hour before Santana stopped sobbing, and that was only because she had fallen into a light sleep. She gently moved Santana into an upright position and buckled her into the seat. Quinn found the car keys on the seat next to the sleeping girl. She climbed out of the car and headed for the driver's door when she noticed Brittany sitting on the hood of the car next to Santana's.
"How is she?"
"Keep your voice down. On second thought, don't talk at all, Brittany. She gave you her heart, and you fucking cheated on her. You've destroyed her." Quinn hissed out through gritted teeth.
"I didn't mean to." Brittany said in a low whisper. "I just love them both. I didn't want to choose."
"You had to know that one day you'd have to."
"I thought maybe we could all get along."
"Even you're not that stupid. Don't act like you are. You know that Santana is too possessive, and that Artie is far too traditional to go for a polygamous relationship. Especially with each other."
She opened the door and slipped inside the car. She ignored Brittany's pouting and drove out of the school car park and towards her house.
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Santana felt Quinn move her, but she kept her eyes closed and faked sleep. It was easier than having to talk to Quinn. She heard Brittany's voice and felt a fresh pang of pain travel through her body. Santana believed that Brittany didn't mean to hurt her. The blonde didn't have a nasty thought in her head. She believed it, and somehow that made it worse. It would be so much easier to hate Brittany. To feel slighted, and to know that she was in the right, and Brittany was in the wrong. But she couldn't. It was all her fault. Who was it that refused to sing a duet and drove Brittany to Artie in the first place? Who was it that said it didn't count as cheating because the plumbing was different? But why couldn't Brittany have taken some of the other things she had said to heart? Like when she had said that they weren't going to sleep or 'date' (because, really, the only person either of them had actually dated had been Artie) with other people. God she wished Brittany had remembered that. But in the end, Santana still blamed herself. Because you couldn't blame Brittany for anything, at least, Santana sure as hell couldn't.
It wasn't Brittany's fault. Santana knew it wasn't. Because if it was, she wouldn't be considering all the ways she could make it up to the blonde girl. There had to be something she had done wrong that made Brittany stray.
There had to be.