A/N I was blown away by the number of reviews for last chapter, you guys are amazing! High fives to everyone who guessed Brooke to be the Mystery Girl. As a token of my appreciation, here's chapter 10 early! Enjoy.
CHAPTER 10
Thursday;
I still couldn't believe I almost went on a date with of all people, the girl that Santana was in a relationship with! After the girl finally revealed her identity, I was so shocked that I ended up calling Quinn out to finish the order before I jumped over the counter and attacked this girl. Like I said, I'm not a fighter but I seriously thought about it after hearing all of the mean things Brookes's done to the girl I had feelings for. Quinn was confused at how weird I was acting but after she had made the girl her drink and shooed her away, I told Quinn everything. To say Quinn was pissed would be an understatement. She cursed me for not telling her before serving her saying she would've spit in her drink or something equally gross. I laughed at her sick ways of getting back and told her that I needed to see Santana asap.
We don't normally have lunch on Thursday, but I told her that I really needed to tell her something. Now I'm sitting across from her at our usual booth in Breadstix trying to figure out the right way to say this. I mean, this isn't really an easy thing to tell someone and I'm not exactly comfortable with crushing the girl's heart.
"Britt.." She said dipping her head down to find my eyes. My stomach flopped at hearing the nickname. "Please, just tell what it is. You're acting really weird." I licked my lips and nodded slowly.
"Sorry, I'm just trying to find a nice way to put this." I muttered with my brows furrowed. "But there isn't really a nice way of putting it." I shrugged and looked up at the Latina was sad eyes.
"That's okay, I'm a big girl." She said reassuringly with a wink. "You don't need to sugar coat it." She added sitting back in her seat with a worried look on her face.
"Right." I mumbled and swallowed thickly. "So I-uh-ran into this girl at work a couple days ago.." I watched as the Latina's eyes scanned mine for where this was going. "She was very pretty and nice, a little too flirty, but still nice." Santana quirked and eyebrow up at me and nodded slowly to urge me to continue. "She had-uh-long wavy light brown hair.." I watched as Santana's eyes widened a little at giving away a similar detail of the girl she was in a relationship with.
"Okay, go on.." She stammered with her head cocked to the side.
"She had asked me out on a date, saying that I was gorgeous and whatever." I said trying to keep my voice low and steady. "I couldn't really say no because her eyes, they were so-"
"Hazel. She had hazel eyes, didn't she?" Santana snapped looking down at her hands as her jaw clenched. "You couldn't say no because they were so hypnotizing, right?" She didn't look up.
"I asked for her name for the drink order and it ended up being her." I added slowly feeling sorry for the girl in front of me. "I said no of course, but I'm really sorry Santana."
"That fucking bitch!" She bit harshly and shook her head. "No wonder she was fucking late that day!" I pressed my lips together, remembering Brooke's phone call.
"It was you that called her.." I breathed. "You asked about a bakery." Santana looked up with watery eyes and nodded. My heart twisted in knots at the tears forming in her eyes. "Please, please don't cry." I begged and reached over to wipe away a fallen tear with the pad of my thumb. I didn't mean to do that, I wasn't thinking, like the hug..i let my body do whatever again. "I hate seeing you cry."
"I know, I'm sorry." She said with a weak smile at dabbed at her eyes with her napkin.
"You deserve so much more." I said without thinking, looking at the girl with a lopsided grin. "Staying with Brooke is only keeping you from finding true love and happiness." I added. "She's got you so messed up, you're blinded by a false love. You don't' even see all the good things that could happen right in front of you." She looked up at me with soft eyes and sucked in her bottom lip before smiling.
"You're right, Britt. I'm so ending it. Tonight, in front of everyone at Showtimes, I'm going to embarrass the fuck out of her." She said bitterly then looked up at me with soft eyes. "Can you be there too?" She asked and it made my heart skip a beat. "I'm working off the adrenaline right now, but I need you there." She needed me, I smiled at the thought. "You know, to remind me of happier things." I smiled over at her and nodded.
"Of course."
Later That Night;
"So did Santana say what song she was singing tonight?" Sam asked as me and Quinn walked next to him through the doors of the club. "I'm totally excited; she's got a killer voice." I smiled and nodded along with him.
"Uh, no she didn't tell me." I answered. "I've got my mind on other things.."
"More importantly, how the hell are we supposed to act with Brooke there?" Quinn said as she huddled closer to me. "I'm so ready for Santana to kick that bitch to the curb." She winked and nudged me with her elbow. After telling Quinn about what me and Santana talked about at lunch, she was back to rooting for the Latina.
"Santana just said to act normal." I shrugged. "She'll deal with Brooke." Quinn eyed me suspiciously then nodded slowly before moving closer to Sam. "There, there's Santana." I said pointing over to the waving Latina. I waved back and pulled the two with me as we walked over to the couple. Brooke's back was towards us as we walked up while Santana was facing us.
"Hey guys, glad you could make it!" She said cheerfully, her eyes landing on me for a little longer than she should. "This is my girlfriend." She said with a smile and patted Brooke's shoulder. "Brooke, quit being rude. Say hi!" I felt my heart race and my palms heat up as the girl slowly got up and faced us. Act normal, I repeated in my head. I watched as Brooke's eyes went wide when she saw me and Quinn.
"Hi." I breathed and smiled politely. I watched as Santana's lips curled into a smirk as she watched her girlfriend grow incredibly uncomfortable.
"Uhh, hey." Brooke stammered. "What's up!"
"Oh this is gunna be good." Quinn snorted and threw Brooke an eye roll as she pulled Sam to sit next to her at the booth that Santana and Brooke had been saving. I nodded at Brooke then let my eyes wander over to Santana who was still smirking.
"Alright well, you guys came just in time!" Santana clapped and directed me to sit down. "I'm up next." She said then pushed Brooke a little to sit down. "Listen close baby, this one's for you." She said to the confused girl and placed a chaste kiss on her cheek before throwing me one last wink. I gave her a thumbs up and watched as she walked off. I scooted in closer to Quinn while Brooke sat on the edge of her seat the furthest away from us as we waited for the announcer to speak.
"Alright guys, you know her well..here's Santana Lopez!" The guy said cheerfully then waved his hand to the Latina walking confidently across the stage. She walked up to the stool and sat down, adjusting the mic stand in front of her as she smiled over at our table, mainly focusing on Brooke.
White knuckles and sweaty palms from hanging on too tight
Clench of jaw, I've got another headache again tonight
I smiled when I recognized the song, Pink's infamous for being badass when it comes to break ups so this song would fit the Latina perfectly. I watched as she grabbed the mic tightly, singing the lyrics with closed eyes. She brought the ball of her hand up to her head as she sang the last line shaking her head from side to side before popping her eyes open.
Eyes on fire, eyes on fire, and the burn from all the tears
I've been crying, I've been crying, I've been dying over you
Tie a knot in the rope, trying to hold, trying to hold,
But there's nothing to grab so I let go
There was such anger as she sang the first lines, it kinda scared me a little but when I looked over to Brooke looking defensive I smiled. I looked back up at the stage and grinned proudly at the Latina who was singing with so much passion, I could almost feel her rage. Though I've only seen her perform once before, I could already tell she was a great performer. She sang the last line of the verse letting her voice carry over the whole club making people get up and start clapping at how long she held her high note. I was one of those people standing cheering her on.
I think I've finally had enough, I think I maybe think too much
I think this might be it for us
You think I'm just too serious, I think you're full of shit
My head is spinning so, blow me one last kiss
She looked directly to Brooke as she waved her hands in the air making all these gestures before slapping a hand to her thigh and getting up from the stool. I looked over at Quinn who had her hand hiding a smirk while Sam was staring wide eyed at the whole performance. We didn't really fill him in on what had been happening with everything so he was just shocked overall. Even if you weren't in on the hidden drama, everyone could tell that this song was definitely being sung to someone and that someone must've really messed up to have the Latina singing with such passion. Just when I think it can't get worse, I had a shit day
You had a shit day, we've had a shit day
I think that life's too short for this
I want back my ignorance and bliss
I think I've had enough of this, Blow me on last kiss.
She grabbed the mic with both hands again and tightly shut her eyes as she belted out the verse effortlessly hitting each note perfectly. I watched as Brooke shifted uncomfortably in her seat as she brought up her hand to rest under her chin. I quickly focused back to the Latina as she popped the mic of its stand and strutted directly to Brooke.
I won't miss all of the fighting that we always did,
Take it in, I mean what I say when I say there is nothing left
No more sick, whiskey-dick, no more battles for me
You'll be calling a trick, cause you'll no longer sleep
She walked straight to Brooke, pointing at her every now and then when she sang a certain word, while the whole club followed her with their eyes. She bent over, only inches away from Brooke's face as she sang the first couple lines smiling at her sweetly and shrugging her shoulders. She shook her head from side to side as she sang the next line then stood up a little then cupped the girl's chin before rolling her eyes at her and pushed her face away before walking over to me.
I'll dress nice, I'll look good, I'll go dancing alone
I'll laugh, I'll get drunk, I'll take somebody home
She reached her hand out for me to take then pulled me out of the booth as she kept her eyes on singing to her future ex. Me, being a natural dancer, picked up on the rhythm of the song and moved smoothly around her as she sang the lyrics before she grabbed one of my hands with her free one and spun me into her as she belted out the last word to Brooke with a cheeky grin. She guided me back to my seat sending me a quick smile as she sang the chorus again. Brooke stared back at me with a confused look but I just shrugged and continued watching Santana sing. I will do what I please, anything that I want
I will breathe, I won't breathe, I won't worry at all
You will pay for your sins, you'll be sorry my dear
All the lies, all the why's, will all be crystal clear
She turned back to Brooke and tossed up her hand at her while she sang then cupped her chin again shaking the girl's head a little as she pouted before singing the next line, then dropped her hand and rolled her eyes as she walked back up to the stage with attitude. I think I've finally had enough, I think I maybe think too much
I think this might be it for us
You think I'm just too serious, I think you're full of shit
My head is spinning so blow me one last kiss
She walked back up the steps and placed the mic on its stand as she sang the last of the lyrics staring directly at Brooke whose cheeks were reddening from either embarrassment or anger or maybe both. I definitely didn't want to be in Brooke's shoes right now, practically everyone in the club was looking at her, faces contorted in puzzlement as to why the regular was singing with so much angst to this girl. None the less, when the song ended everyone got up to clap. Everyone except Brooke who just sat their paralyzed with what just happened. I watched as the Latina bowed the walked off the stage and back over to our table.
"I'm going to get some drinks, I'm pretty sure I'm missing some key information right now." Sam said quietly to me and Quinn as he scooted out of the booth and made his way to the bar. As soon as Santana neared the table, Brooke shot up from her seat and stomped over to the Latina.
"We need to talk right fucking now, Santana." The girl bit, her tone extremely harsh, something I would've never pictured for the sweet looking brunette. Me and Quinn looked at each other with wide eyes as we watched the couple begin to argue right in front of us.
"No, we don't." Santana said sternly. "We are done."
"You can't break up with me!" Brooke snapped and threw her arms up in the air.
"I just fucking did!" Santana answered bitterly as her eyes narrowed at the girl. "You are a real piece of work, Brooke, you really are."
"What is it now, Santana?" Brooke groaned. "Who do you think I'm sleeping with now?" Santana rolled her eyes and shook her head with a tired smile.
"More like who you wish you were sleeping with." Santana replied nodding over to me. Brooke followed her gaze and stared at me. I felt nervous with both girls looking at me that subconsciously scooted closer to Quinn.
"I don't even know her!" She sighed loudly, clearly lying.
"You are a fucking liar, Brooke." The Latina growled. "I know for a fact that you do know her."
"You're crazy." She laughed.
"No, I'm just done with putting up with your bullshit!" Santana said. I felt like standing up and clapping screaming 'finally!' at the top of my lungs. "I am done with you Brooke." I smiled at the Latina knowing that it must've taken her hours to perfect saying that little sentence with such confidence. "I'm done with all your lame ass excuses, dealing with all your drama, listening to your half ass apologies; I'm just over it all." She huffed crossing her arms over her chest. "I don't know how the fuck I lasted this long with someone who was clearly full of themselves. I'm embarrassed."
"You're embarrassed? You've got the whole place staring at us!" Brooke yelled back with a sarcastic laugh. "You're such a fucking bitch." I clenched my jaw tight at hearing Brooke utter that word and found myself sliding out of the booth and pushing Santana off to the side of me as I squared up with Brooke.
"Do not call her that.." I bit towering over the smaller brunette. "ever." I watched as Brooke's eyes flickered from Santana over to me then back on Santana.
"So you're leaving me for this?" Brooke said bitterly as she waved a hand in my direction before turning to look up on me. "Huh, I thought you were just a hot piece of ass. I guess not." She shrugged staring at me with this judgmental look. "You're an idiot if you actually think Santana is worth all the trouble."
"Brooke, watch your fucking mouth." Santana said stepping forward as I tried to keep from attacking the girl.
"Fuck you, Santana." She snapped. "You'll never be anything more than a dumb bitch with a ba-"I lost control of my body as I found myself straddling the brunette's torso as I pounded my fists into her face. She was surprisingly strong as she rolled me over onto my back and returned the hits. I dodged most of them and managed flip her back over regaining control. All I saw was red as I kept repeating Brooke's previous statement in my head only to fuel my anger even more. Everything was muffled sounding as I focused only on beating the shit out of the girl who had insulted my friend.
"Britt!" I heard someone yell. "Britt, take it easy!" That was another's voice, but I didn't take my eyes off of the smirking girl under me. My limbs tangled with Brooke's as her hands fisted into my hair. "Brooke get off her!" I heard another voice. "Britt, listen to me, it's not worth it!" I saw Quinn dip her head to find my eyes. I struggled with Brooke as she threw her fist into the side of my face. I winced in pain then felt slim arms wrap around my waist, lifting me off of the bleeding brunette.
"What the hell is going on here?" Noah yelled as he forced his way between us.
"Brooke, back off!" Santana snapped as she pushed the girl further away while Quinn held on to my body tightly.
"Get out of my way, Noah!" I yelled angrily trying to wiggle away from Quinn and lunge for the brunette.
"San, get your crazy ass girlfriend out of here!" He shouted over his shoulder to his best friend.
"She's not my girlfriend anymore, that's for damn sure!" She called still trying to push Brooke away from me until some bouncers finally came and carried the girl out. Noah turned to face me, doing his best to block me when his eyes landed on the blonde behind me and his face softened.
"Quinn?" He mumbled with wide eyes. "What are you-" He couldn't finish his sentence as he stared at the girl. I furrowed my brows at the interaction and easily broke free from Quinn whose grasp loosened as soon as Noah said her name. All the excitement from the fight seemed to vanish as this weird silence came over the three of us. How did he know her name? I don't remember ever talking to Noah about Quinn before, maybe Rachel or Kurt said something to him, but that still didn't explain why the two were looking at each other like that. "Quinn.." He said softly again and reached for her hand but she backed away with this strange expression on her face then ran off in the opposite direction. My eyes widened at seeing her run off like that, I was clearly missing out on something.
"What's wrong with Quinn?" Sam said worriedly as he walked over with a beer in hand then looked at me and did a double take. "Woah, what the hell happened to you?" He blinked a couple times then looked in the direction of Quinn then back at Noah who was still staring after her. I watched as his faced started to turn red and his brows furrow as he squared up Noah. "What the fuck did you do to her?" He snapped angrily, setting his beer on the table as he stared the taller guy in the eyes.
"Don't push me, blondie, you don't know anything." Noah said with his voice frighteningly low.
"I know that you made my friend upset!" Sam said bringing his hands up to the other guy's chest and giving him a hard push.
"Stop the violence." I said and pulled Sam away while I saw Santana come up behind Noah and push him back. "No more fighting tonight." I said sternly. Sam gave one last glare in Noah's direction then looked down at me with soft eyes.
"I'll go find Quinn." He said quietly and walked off. I exhaled and sat down on the booth, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. What the hell just happened? I went from beating the crap out of Santana's now ex girlfriend to preventing another fight from breaking out between my best friend's future boyfriend and my boss in less than 10 minutes! I looked down at my hand that I just wiped my mouth with, blood.
"Oh, you're bleeding..again." I looked up to see Santana coming over to kneel in front of me. "Well there goes our perfect record." She smirked then reached over to grab some napkins from the table and used some of the condensation on Sam's beer to wet it before bringing it up to brush against my busted lip. I watched at how her eyes focused so closely to my cut as her hand worked gingerly at cleaning my wound. I tensed under her touch then slowly let myself relax as she continued to pat at it with the wet napkin. "I never pegged you as a fighter, Brittany." She said with a weak smile as her eyes remained focused on my lip. "Usually I'm the one getting into trouble and coming out with busted lips."
"I'm sorry, I'm not usually so aggressive like that." I said in a soft voice, keeping my eyes lowered. "I don't know what came over me." I shrugged as she still tended to my injury, her dabbing so feather light that I barely felt her.
"You don't need to apologize, Britt." She said with a breathy laugh. "I thought it was very noble of you, sticking up for me like that." After all that's happened today, finally hearing her laugh somehow made everything worth it all. She needed someone in her life that could make her laugh like that all the time; I hope she'll let me be that for her one day. "You didn't have to do that." She mumbled with her eyes still on my lips. I leaned into her touch, drawn to the scent of her hair so that our heads were just a few inches away from each other.
"No, I wanted to though." I shrugged, looking down at her lips. "I feel strangely protective over you." I murmured without thinking. I watched as her hand froze and she slowly looked up at me through her long eyelashes. I suddenly felt extremely self-conscious that maybe I've said something wrong as a new wave of heat fell on my cheeks. "S-Sorry, I've said too much.." The corner of her mouth pulled into a grin, showing of that little dimple that I rarely got to see. The kindness in her eyes caught my attention and it made everything in the room disappear, only thing important enough the keep my focus was kneeling right in front of me. It felt like we stared at each other like that for an eternity until she finally broke the silence.
"What the hell have I been missing?" She said breathlessly as she kept her eyes locked with mine. I wasn't sure if she was being metaphorical or literal, I've always had a problem with that, so I replied in a way that could work for both.
"I don't know, but I hope I can help you find it." I said with a grin. She smirked at me and dropped the hand she was using to dab at my lip to rest on her thigh.
"I'd like that." We stared at each other again having this unspoken conversation until I saw a familiar blonde approach.
"Hey Britt, I found Quinn." Sam announced. "She's out in the car, she seems really shaken up so I'm gunna take her home. You can stay if you want to; I can come back and pick you up later." I almost forgot about Quinn's weirdness with all that happened with me and Brooke then Santana here tending to my busted lip, my mind was not focused on what was going on with Quinn.
"No, I'll go too." I said looking up at the other blonde. I have no idea what was going on with her, but it had to be serious if it made her run off like that. Sam nodded and turned to leave. I licked my lips and took in a deep breath not noticing that Santana was now standing aside from me.
"You okay? Need help outside?" She asked seeing at how I was rubbing the material of my jeans with my hands. I smiled reassuringly up at her and shook my head.
"Nope, I'm alright." I said with a shrug before smiling up at her sweetly. "But you could walk me out? I never liked leaving a club alone." I watched her shoulders bounce as she giggled then extended a hand out for me to take.
"Well, it's the least I could do." She shrugged with a smirk and hooked her arm with mine as we straggled a few feet behind Sam. Sam held the door open for us to walk through then walked the few feet to the car where Quinn was waiting. I looked out at him then looked down at the tanned arm that was still hooked with mine and smiled.
"Well, looks like our journey's come to an end." I sighed exaggeratedly and felt the Latina drop her arm from mine, already frowning at the loss of contact. I looked back up at her and though her hair was a little out of place from being involved in breaking up a fight, she never looked more beautiful. "Thanks for walking me out." She smiled at me and nodded before narrowing her eyes on me.
"You're really something else, Brittany Pierce." She said with a tight lipped grin and skeptical eyes. The way she was looking at me drew my body closer to her and somehow I ended up being about 2 inches away from her face. "I never gave you a proper thank you for everything you've done tonight." She said in a shaky voice. I swore she was staring at my lips but maybe it was because I was bleeding again, but I felt that queasy feeling in my stomach again and I felt like I was on fire. I swallowed thickly when her eyes flickered away from mine again. Yup, she was looking at my lips for sure that time! I slid my tongue out and ran it along my lip before leaning in a tad closer. Just an inch away now from her full lips, just one inch! With trembling fingers, she brought up her left hand and cupped my chin delicately as she turned my face to the side to plant a wet kiss on my cheek. I felt every nerve in my body explode as soon as her soft lips grazed past my skin. I didn't even care that it was just a kiss on the cheek; it still had the same effect if it were on the lips. Fireworks. "So thank you, Brittany." She whispered still cupping my chin then smirked at me and my pink cheeks then let her eyes fall to my lips. "Take care of that cut." She added as she moved the thumb she had resting on my jaw to brush pass my bottom lip before letting her hand drop to her side. She had me frozen again. My mind was telling me to pick her up and push her up against the wall kissing the crap out of her, but my body refused to move. How could one kiss on the cheek from this girl have me under such a spell? I heard Sam honk the horn breaking me from my trance.
"Looks like I have to go." I mumbled looking over at the car parked on the curb. She looked over at the car too and sighed.
"Wish you didn't though." I tried to keep my smile from growing any bigger than it had and nodded.
"Text me when you leave." I said as I began backing away from her. "Just wanna make sure you get home safe." She grinned that one lopsided smile as she watched me leave and nodded before I got in the car. I got in the backseat and looked out the window to see the Latina still standing where I had left her. I gave her one last wave goodbye as Sam pulled off. I sunk back into the seat thinking that maybe, just maybe, things were finally looking up for me.
A/N Do you love me now? ( ; Don't get too excited though, Britt and San are still not together..yet. But I'm sure you're all glad Britt beat the shit out of Brooke, right? I think we all can agree that she had it coming. Let me know.