A/N: Yo ho ho from the future in all my bad asseryness. Haha, kidding. Here's chapter 10 for you guys! Man, the reviews on the last chapter you guys gave me. WHOA! I never knew that chapter would elicit such reactions. I loved the passion you guys put into your reviews, it was absolutely amazing to read all those comments first thing in the morning.. I hope you don't hate me too much for steering it in that direction.
I apologise to Kaede Shinomori for misspelling your username thingy, sorry sweetie. I swear i typed it right. Hopefully I got your username thingy right this time around.
I think Karma got me back for making Brittany sad in the last chapter, i kept tripping on the metal bars we use at work to keep the clothes on...like the metal arms you use on the fixtures? Yeah, everytime i went into the back room i'd trip over them ):
I couldn't wait to update this, hopped onto the computer as soon as i got home. I'm still in my work clothes and i smell ): but argh i just want to get you guys' reactions I LOVE IT!
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, but i do own a plate.
"Well I do declare you're looking fine tonight" Kurt praised with a faux southern accent.
"Thanks Kurt" Brittany said in a quiet voice.
"To the POPE MOBILE!" yelled the boy.
"HEY! Just because I'm Christian doesn't mean you can call my car that. Before we get to Puck's we got to pick up Rachael" answered Quinn.
"Fine. To Quinn's stupid car" Kurt mumbled before continuing, "Rachael aye? She's talking to you now?" he laughed.
"Yeah, no thanks to you" she said glaring at the boy.
As the trio made their way to Quinn's car the faintest voice from Brittany rang through the air.
"Where's Mercedes? I thought she was here just before?"
"She decided to come later. Something about tots" answered Quinn as she started the car.
"TO QUINN'S GIRLFRIEND'S HOUSE WHOM SHE WANTS TO GET INTO HER SKIRT" yelled Kurt laughing loudly.
"SHUT UP HUMMEL" the shorter Blonde cried as she drove.
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"Hey you guys" Rachael greeted as she entered the car, "We're going to dance all night right Brittany?" she said attempting to cheer the Dutch girl up.
The diva only received a small nod from the dancer; maybe this wasn't a good idea. Before she could suggest another option they had already reached Puck's house and they were already making their way towards the loud music playing.
The door swung open and there was Puck standing in the doorway.
"WELCOME TO THE PUCKSTER'S PARTY! Look, I know you're down Brittany just get on the floor and do what you do best. If you need anything just call out for the Puck man alright?" he offered, "Look, I know you're really beat up about Sa –" but before he could finish Quinn was gesturing him to stop mentioning the Latina's name, nodding he patted the taller Blonde on the shoulder before making his way back inside.
"Puck's right. Let's go dance Brittany" Kurt said as he dragged her to the dance floor.
"And then there were 2, drink?" asked Quinn turning to Rachael.
"Depends, are you going to try and get into my skirt?" the diva joked.
"You'll never let me live that down will you?"
"Nope, let's get some drinks" Rachael suggested.
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Santana arrived at the party without Fiona by her side after receiving a text from the raven haired girl telling her she'd meet her there.
She could hear the music thumping and jocks yelling as people did keg stands and played various drinking games. Making her way towards the kitchen she decided to take tequila shots by itself. She couldn't help but think about her blonde best friend who had expressed everything to her earlier that day.
The Latina felt awful for how she treated the Blonde, she couldn't even be the girl's best friend when she broke down right in front of her. Her heart and head practically yelled at her to stay and comfort her friend but her fear told her to chase after her girlfriend after she practically went ape shit.
After 3 straight shots she could feel herself becoming sick, the burning sensation in her throat intensified, it was almost painful for her. She wanted to chase the burning sensation away but she felt she didn't deserve any relief from the pain after causing so much hurt in her best friend.
Instead she stood there taking in the feeling in her throat. She wasn't tipsy, just unsteady on her feet as the alcohol started to take effect quickly. She only wobbled slightly as she walked towards the make shift dance floor, there she saw her, her broken best friend.
Santana noticed even the way Brittany danced had changed, instead of her usual energetic dancing she was now just simply moving to the beat feeling nothing. The Latina smiled sadly as she stared at the Dutch girl dancing not even noticing Fiona standing next to her slowly swaying side to side, it was obvious she was already drunk.
"Even when we started to date you always stared at her" the raven haired girl said in a low voice.
"She's my best friend and I think I lo- " she was interrupted before she could finish.
"STOP. RIGHT. THERE! You just feel guilty! CAN'T YOU SEE WHAT SHE'S DOING!" yelled the raven haired girl.
At this point a handful of people were staring at the two namely, Brittany, Kurt, Rachael, Quinn and Puck.
Unaware of the stares the Latina began to speak, "Fiona, stop it. Not now. You're drunk" trying to calm her girlfriend down.
"NO! Whatever, you're a BITCH" spat the raven haired girl. Before the Latina could say anything Fiona abruptly left wobbling side to side.
Sighing to herself, Santana looked up sadly at the Blonde noticing that her best friend was staring back. She made her way back to the kitchen hoping maybe she could find more drinks.
As she drank her 4th shot of vodka she felt a hand rest on her shoulder.
"S, I saw what happened with Fiona" Quinn said.
Santana turned around and rested her head on the ex-cheerleader's shoulder. Quinn raised her arms engulfing the tipsy Latina in a hug, she knew her friend would open up due to her drunken state.
Quinn slowly lead the Latina outside to the porch sitting her down on one of the chairs as she dragged a chair next to her and hugged her.
"I've fucked up Quinn" Santana said quietly, "I thought I was saving her from heart break but…"
"But you're the one who broke her heart" Quinn finished for the Latina tightening her grip on her friend.
"She went through so much for you, S. She was trying to show you that the rewards are worth the risk. You need to stop being so scared and get your girl" advised the ex-cheerleader leaning her head on top of the Latina's.
"I can't Quinn, look at her she's everything I'm not. She's beautiful, I know I'm hot but Brittany, she's beautiful inside and out. She finds good in everyone, even me. Her world is so full of happiness and joy, mine's just fuelled by anger. I can't corrupt her world." Concluded the Latina.
"Did you ever think that maybe her world is full of happiness and joy because you're in it? And hunnie, you already corrupted her" chuckled Quinn trying to lighten the mood.
"I don't know…I think I'm going to go to the bathroom. I need to pee" Santana sighed as she rose to her feet.
"Need any help?" Offered Quinn. The Latina just shook her head and made her way back inside the house.
As Santana made her way towards the bathroom she caught sight of Fiona dancing with another girl. Her girlfriend was grinding hard on the other girl, letting her hands travel throughout the girl's body before landing on the random's ass.
Santana could only stare at the scene before her, rage boiling up as she witness Fiona latch her lips onto the random's neck. The Latina stood there rooted to her spot clenching her jaw and hands as she was about to approach the raven haired girl when an all too familiar voice stopped her.
"I would never do that to you" Brittany said quietly looking at the scene in front of her as she stood next to the Latina.
"She's just drunk" Santana defended trying to conceal the anger in her voice.
"That's not an excuse. I would never treat you badly like she is right now, I'd never call you a bitch because you're not, I heard her. You're the most sweetest girl ever and she's an idiot for treating you like this" the Blonde girl said her eyes still trained forward.
"Britt…" the Latina said quietly before being interrupted.
"Please, don't speak. Let me say all of this. This is the last time I'll try. It breaks my heart seeing you with her, she doesn't deserve you Santana, she doesn't know you like I do. Does she know that it takes you approximately 7 minutes for you to fall asleep? Does she know that when you're upset you drink exactly 3 shots of tequila and 4 shots of vodka? Does she know your favourite colours are red, black and silver? Does she know that when you were 5 you cried because a clown scared you so you punched him in his red nose? Does she know that you go through 3 different stages when you're drunk? You go through the happy stage, sleep stage then you go through the childish stage. Does she know secretly you love studying the human body? I caught you reading about the human body a few times when you thought I was sleeping. Does she know that you love maths because it's the same in every language and numbers don't lie? Does she know your favourite number is 1 because it's the most useful number? She doesn't know all this because she doesn't care enough to find this out. She doesn't care like I do, I know academically I'm not smart but when it comes to you I'm an expert. Also what she doesn't know is that your biggest fear is letting your feelings out, you're afraid to get hurt. You say you don't want to be with me because you're afraid of hurting me, truth is you're afraid to hurt me because you know you'll be hurting yourself even more. Think about it" concluded Brittany finally looking into Santana's brown eyes with her own blue eyes.
"Britt, I can't" the Latina said dropping her head tears starting to fall.
"YES YOU CAN! I'M SICK OF HEARING YOU SAY YOU CAN'T. YOU KNOW WHAT SANTANA SOMEDAY YOU'LL HAVE TO GET OVER YOUR FEAR. GET YOUR HEAD OUT OF YOUR FREAKIN' ASS AND SEE THAT I'VE ALWAYS BEEN THERE. I PUT ASIDE MY FEELINGS TO BE YOUR BEST FRIEND, YOU ALWAYS CAME FIRST. I'M JUST SICK OF YOU BEING SO 'SCARED' STOP FEEDING ME THIS BULLSHIT EXCUSE THAT YOU CAN'T" yelled Brittany feeling frustrated at her best friend. She then stormed out the house slamming the door as she walked out to the street towards her own house. She didn't care that it'd be a 15minute walk, she'd had enough.
She hadn't noticed that everyone stopped to look at the two as she yelled. Santana stood there tears trickling slowly down her face looking at everyone who was just staring. Before she could tell them off she heard Fiona yell, well more like slur with a raised voice.
"I-I-I T-T-TOLD THAT STUUUPID BITCH TO LEAVE YOU ALONE!" she slurred loudly.
"Excuse me?" the Latina questioned pulling her trademark HBIC face, "Did you just call me best friend stupid and threaten her?" she continued.
"N-no shit she I-is you know that S-Santana. I-if I didn't t-tell herrr to staaay away she w-would have continued ch-chasing you"
"You do not ever call her stupid. She's smarter than you" she said calmly before approaching the raven haired girl. A calm angry Santana was far more frightening than a raging Latina, no one knew what she would do next.
She approached the raven haired girl slowly so she was standing face to face. Retracting her hand back she punched Fiona hard on the face causing the girls nose to bleed. As Fiona fell to the ground the Latina straddled her and continued to punch the drunken girl in the face as everyone stood watching the scene.
"SANTANA!" yelled Puck trying to pull the Latina off Fiona.
"STOP IT PUCK!" the Latina yelled kicking and screaming.
"Don't bother with her, go get Brittany" said Quinn helping Puck to restrain the girl.
It was as if hearing the Blonde girls name was the remedy because the Latina brushed off her friends arms and straightened her dress as she made her way towards the door.
"Y-YOU WALK OUT THAT DOOR LOPEZ, ME AND YOU ARE OVER" slurred Fiona loudly.
The Latina spun around and scowled at the drunken Fiona, " You see we were over as soon as I punched your stupid face" she then walked out the door leaving everyone silent and unable to speak.
The silence was broken once again by Mike, "Well, that was awkward" he said as everyone turned to glare at him.
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As soon as the Latina walked out the door she stood still and began to sway back and forth.
Well, shit. Obviously I've had too much to drink to be able to even drive normally. Guess I gotta run. She thought looking in the direction of Brittany's house.
Slipping off her heels she started to run towards Brittany's house in her dress.
Normally it would have taken her 10minutes to get to the Blonde's house but she had to stop numerous times to throw up, running and alcohol didn't mix. As she reached the Blonde's house she was grateful her best friend's parents were out. Picking up the key hidden in the pot plant she opened the door and made her way to her best friend's room.
Brittany was inside her room sobbing into her pillow when she heard a faint knock on her door.
"Britt, open up it's me. Santana" she heard the voice behind the door say.
"Go away, I don't want to talk to you" she called out.
Sighing to herself, Santana knew this was her chance to make amends.
"Look Britt, hear me out?" she waited for any indication, instead she was met with silence so she decided to continue, "You're right, I'm scared. I don't want to get hurt. I was selfish by letting my fear take over and stop me from being with you and I'm sorry. I know sorry doesn't make up for the way I treated you. I only accepted Fiona's offer to be her girlfriend because I though that it'd help me get over you, I didn't stop to think that it hurt you more seeing me with her. For the first month I thought I made a mistake, even when I was with Fiona I couldn't stop staring at you, hell I was even going to break up with her. You treated me so right, it felt perfect. All of a sudden you stopped doing all those stuff for me and everything then we stopped talking and I thought I lost my best friend. I cried every night because I missed you. I didn't want to talk to you first because I thought you were mad that I was still with Fiona and I guessed that it was better that way because we'd get hurt less. I know why you stopped talking to me and doing all that um nice type stuff, Fiona let it out that she threatened you. Why didn't you tell me Britt? I guess that was my fault because I didn't communicate and I was selfish only thinking about my own feelings. Thing is though, I came to realise that I –" she sighed to herself internally shaking at what she was about to say, "I love you not as just a best friend but as more. Hell, I guess I always loved you. I was just too stupid and blind to notice. I noticed it around the time I came out to Glee Club. That moment just before I came out I saw you smile and it gave me courage and I realised that I love you. Corny as it sounds I think I always did. Do you know why I called you Britt-Stix? It's because I love you like I love breadsticks, except I love you more. I'm addicted to you and I can't get enough of you, it drives me insane. I know I took so long to tell you, but you got to believe me when I say I'm shit scared. You're my first choice, I only settled for Fiona because I was scared. Say something Britt. Please" pleaded the Latina.
Just as she finished her speech the door swung open and she saw her best friend's piercing blue eyes hidden under a pool of tears.
"Britt, I love you" she whispered to the Blonde.
Suddenly a sound of skin hitting skin resonated throughout the house. The Blonde finally broke into tears running back to her bed and clutching onto her knees as she sat.
Santana was still at the doorway with her face turned to the right and her left hand clutching her stinging left cheek. Letting her tears flow she knew she royally screwed up. She slowly made her way towards the bed and sat next to the Blonde.
She tried to place a hand on her best friend's shoulder but the girl just turned with her back facing the Latina. Both girls sat on the bed crying not saying anything to each other.
Finally Brittany broke the silence refusing to make eye contact with Santana, "Why now? Why did you wait until you broke my heart to tell me?"
"Because I'm an idiot" the Latina answered.
The Blonde girl turned towards the Latina and grabbed her shoulders tightly, "GIVE ME A PROPER ANSWER" she yelled as she let her tears spill from her eyes.
"I told you because I'm selfish, a coward and an idiot" she replied.
"THAT'S NOT A PROPER EXCUSE TO STOP BEING MY BEST FRIEND! WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO ME! YOU COULDN'T EVEN BE MY BEST FRIEND WHEN I NEEDED YOU. WHY?" Brittany yelled while violently pounding on Santana's shoulders as she cried.
"I'm sorry Brittany, please you got to understand" she pleaded allowing the girl to beat her.
"NO! I CAN'T. YOU'VE HURT ME SO MUCH! I HATE THAT I STILL LOVE YOU, WHY COULDN'T YOU JUST LOVE ME BACK" the Blonde girl said crying violently still beating Santana's shoulders and chest with her clenched fists.
"I did love you and I still love you back. Britt" Santana said quietly.
"NO!" screeched Brittany she was about to stand up when the Latina's arms encircled her. She tried to wriggle out of the grip but this only spurred the Latina to tighten her grip. The Blonde girl was violently thrashing about, crying and yelling for the Latina to release her.
Santana only tightened her grip still letting her tears flow, she didn't want to let go of the Blonde even as she was beating her up trying to break free. She used all her strength to keep her hold on the Blonde as she threw their bodies everywhere trying to break free.
They struggled against each other for 15minutes, both girls physically and emotionally drained. Finally Brittany's body went slack, she didn't have the strength to continue.
Still holding onto the Blonde Santana began to speak her cheek resting on her best friend's back, " I know you won't forgive me straight away, but please believe me when I say I'm sorry. I hate myself for not being your best friend. I really did think that if I was with Fiona instead of you I'd save you from heartbreak later on, but I realised I still ended up breaking it. I love you and I want to be with you"
"No" was all Brittany said.
Sighing in defeat the Latina knew she had to regain all the trust she had built up throughout their entire lifetime back. She wanted to be with Brittany she knew she'd have to be her best friend first.
"I'll show you. I'm going to get past this to show that you can trust me again, enough to be your best friend. Then maybe, I can show that you can trust me enough to be your girlfriend. I'll make it all up to you even if it takes the rest of my life" she lightly squeezed the girl before placing a soft kiss on the Blonde's back.
Walking out the door she heard Brittany whisper something, it almost made her give up hope but she knew she had to make it right.
"We'll see"
A/N: You guys likey? Yeah, no happy ending yet. They take time.
Review because i love you.
Please don't hate me too much (:
For Jac Lag was Santana hurt enough for you? Are you glad Brittany didn't forgive her straight out? Hehe, i hope that was enough hurt for you (;
Guess what, NO WORK TOMORROW. Meaning, update TOMORROW around same time. Yay. Luckily i have no real life outside my house, haha.