"Like what weird?" Quinn's eyes bulged. "I don't get it."
"I don't get it either. I just have that annoying hunch that tells me something's underneath her pretty face," Brittany looked straight at Quinn.
"Like she's a lesbian or something?" Quinn replied.
"Quinn Fabray! Please, don't let your idle judgment mislead you!" Brittany exclaimed.
"Well, you said so, Britt. How about we run a background check on her or something, you know? Maybe she's on Google."
"Maybe, we should," Brittany said after a few moments of utter consideration.
"I just don't' understand why you had to know every single thing about Santana Lopez," Quinn said as she sat behind Brittany, and looked as the taller blonde type out Santana's name in a people search engine.
"Here are seven results," Brittany read out. "Feel free to read, Quinn. Well, I was really noticing something off about Santana. Like she is super moody, that she has this ever ticking time-bomb inside her that in a single slip it starts ticking and the next second, it blew on you."
"Mhmm…here," Quinn dragged the mouse cursor over the second result. "I also saw that some sort of sharp look back at the restaurant. It's like, she was staring at the glass, the one that broke…she was staring at it so hard and then wham, it's broken. I doubt that she had something to do with it though, you know."
"I doubt that too," Brittany said absently as she tried to read the third result. "Can you keep looking?"
"Yeah sure," Quinn replaced Brittany on the chair. "What bothers me most were her eyes. They so secretive and like…there's something dark in the-" Quinn suddenly let out a gasp. "Holy cow, is this her?"
"What? Who?" Brittany moved off to look at the computer.
"Santana Maria Lopez, duhh…she's a Richie Bitch," Quinn rolled her eyes.
"Y-yeah, this is her. She's the daughter of the richest tycoon on Wall Street? She never mentioned that…she's not even in college," Brittany mumbled with a hint of confusion.
"Look," Quinn said out. "Maybe she really did not want you to know, or anything…"
"Creepy. Maybe she just wanted to work for herself," Brittany concluded.
"Could be. Why don't you ask her?"
"Because, she's…I don't know," Brittany said out.
"Okay. Her mother died, earlier this year," Quinn read.
"Oh, she never talked about her mom," Brittany said out. Another question came up to her mind. She's going to ask that Latina one of these days, but not yet now. Not yet.
They looked for backgrounds about Santana Lopez that night, from hierarchy to nationality, to her father's business. Clearly, there was nothing much about Santana Lopez, except that she was once admitted to a medical school in New York.
That night, Brittany Pierce twisted and turned in her bed to let sleep come to her, but unfortunately, it was of no avail.
She yawned at her Biology class the next morning. She still wondered, but Santana seemed to have forgotten her.
Weeks passed. She did not call Santana, nor did Santana call her.
She really has forgotten her.
Sam parked in front of her school to pick her up, Brittany smiled although she had no idea why her boyfriend was there. It had been weeks since Sam's arrival in New York and her feelings for Sam resurfaced again. It had been a rocky relationship when they were in high school, but now, both of them seemed so happy.
"Hi, Sam," she grinned at her boyfriend.
"Hey, girlfriend. How's school?"
"Good, umm…not to be rude, but what are you doing here?" Brittany raised an eyebrow.
"I want to spend time with you, you know. It's been a long while. And I remember how it was like in high school, you know. Sipping all those iced teas…I still want to do that before I go back to Iraq."
"Wow, I guess time flies by so fast. I did not know you were leaving. I guess…I just forgot," Brittany forced out a smile. It was crooked, and it was more of a pained expression, although she tried to be as happy as she could muster.
"Sorry, I know. But…Brittany," Sam groaned.
"No, it's fine. When are you leaving?" Brittany found herself asking.
"The day after tomorrow. Care for lunch?" Sam asked, hoping to dodge the painful topic.
"I still have to go to the library," Brittany quickly made up an excuse and turned away, so Sam could not see her tearful eyes.
"No, Brittany," Sam said out as he grasped Brittany's arm. "We need to talk."
"Let me go," Brittany said out loud.
"No, Brittany. I won't. I need to talk to you and make you understand. I won't lose you," Sam pleaded. "Please, Brittany."
Brittany broke down crying, even before she had reached the comfort of Sam's embrace. There, she cried. She cried to such extent that her shoulders were shaking terribly.
And Santana Lopez had seen it all.
She was standing across the street, watching Brittany, just like all the other days these past weeks. They were fighting, Sam and Brittany. She can see that Brittany's totally hurt by something Sam had said, judging from the shift in Brittany's grin…
And the way Brittany's smile fade into nothingness broke her heart into a thousand pieces all over again. Anger sprouted inside her, making her want to kill Sam Evans, then and there. But when Brittany shook uncontrollably in the boy's arms, she can't bear to walk up there and rip that fresh face off.
So she just stood there, wishing she was the one Brittany cried on, wishing that the person holding her was her.
Shit, she can't fall in love with her. Because she knows she can't. She's not worth it. And Brittany can't love her the way she wanted her to.
Sam was stroking Brittany's hair before the both of them got into Sam's car, and she wistfully looked at the speeding car away from her when someone yelled across the street.
"Santaaanaaa!" it was a blonde girl. Quinn, it was Quinn, Brittany's best friend.
Santana nodded as the woman walked up to her, and she was not happy to see that girl. She seemed to know so much about her and it threatens her.
"Hi," Quinn grinned brightly.
"Hi," Santana just gave out a forced smile. "I have to go."
With that, Quinn was left alone on the sidewalk as she strutted northward, the direction where Sam and Brittany had gone off to.
She walked through cafés and restaurants, dodging mobs of people and just walking, until she looked right into the glass of a certain Italian restaurant, and her heart broke again.
Sam was holding Brittany's hand lovingly, and Brittany was smiling at Sam, inwardly, even. She seemed lonely, but she was kind of making the most of the time she had spending with Sam.
She wished Brittany could smile at her like that.
But it was just a wish. And a wish shall it stay.
After sometime of watching them, Santana felt too lonely, too hurt to stay, so she started to walk away and headed home. It was pretty draining, not the walk, but watching Brittany so happy and she…well, so messed up.
That night, she cried so much on her bed, but she still knew crying won't be a help in any way. She cried, until she could cry no more and she drifted into a chaotic sleep.
Morning sun woke her up with puffy eyes. And there was an annoying rasping of the door. Santana swung her legs away from the bed and swaggered across her messy living room to the door.
"I told you not to knock when you leave the news-" she swung the door open and her mouth hung in silence.
"I brought you breakfast," Brittany said. "Look, Santana, I'm sorry."
"Why are you here?" Santana mumbled.
"We need to talk. There are things we've said between us that we did not mean. And I want to explain some things, to you."