Chapter 11

Brittany's POV

"Olivia? What the hell are you doing on my steps?"

As she saw my car pull into the driveway she'd put her phone away and began making her way towards the car. It wasn't until then that I saw the tear marks down her cheeks.

"I.. Uh, can I talk to you inside please? Are your parents in, I didn't think they were 'cause it's really dark in there.."

This isn't like Olivia.

Suddenly the confidence she usually dripped of was nowhere to be seen, in its place was this shivering, crying mess who spoke above barely a whisper. However I'm faced with a dilemma. I'm supposed to be waiting for Santana to come over, if she comes home to my ex-girlfriend in my living room then, well shit would hit the fan.

But she looks so lost. Despite everything she ever did to me, breaking me like she did, I can't leave her standing outside in the cold crying her poor eyes out. I'm not heartless – but maybe she knows that already. She knows that I'll take her inside; she knows I'll look after her because with her she's always been in control. She is my kryptonite and unfortunately this girl knows how to play that to her advantages.

"Um.. yeah my parents are away so come in, I'll grab us some beers I think my dad left a couple in the fridge before they went away"

Finally a smile, that same smile. The smile that to anyone else on this planet you'd assume she was happy again, but to me, I can see that it means jack shit. The smile when she's trying to weasel her way out of talking, revealing herself. She was never one for emotion, I can count the times she's cried in front of me on one hand, but this time is different. This time there's no us, this time it's just her and me and it's going to be harder for her than ever.

I need to give her a chance; something must really be bothering her to come here. It's like a 4 hour drive from her campus.

Once we're inside she takes up her old place on the loveseat whilst I sprawl myself on my coach handing her a beer I'd previously removed from the beer fridge.

"So…?" I ask her with an expectant glance.

Nothing.

"Okay look Liv, I drive home from a date with one of the most amazing girls I've ever had the pleasure of meeting and then you're sat on my steps outside my house crying your god damn eyes out. Either you're going to talk to me, or I'm just gonna kick you out on your ass.."

I know it's harsh, but sometimes you have to be with her.

"No- please. Don't kick me out, I'll talk I promise. Just let me have a beer first.. please?"

She looks up at me with that same old pleading look. She knows that her puppy dog eyes never worked on me, no, that was reserved for Santana.

Santana! Shit. She'll probably be over any minute, I need to hurry Liv up and get her out of here so Santana doesn't suspect anything.

A few gulps of her beer later and Olivia is finally spilling her guts.

"My parents, they, they said I'm a disappointment and they're refusing to pay for me to take another year and well, I just can't afford it so the school kicked me out. It happened last month. That was why I was at the party. I lied to you, I'm sorry, I didn't drive there – I was on my way driving home and Q text me and I needed a drink. I, I needed to see you."

"Mhmmm" is all I can muster.

I fail to see how any of this really involves me. How she ended up on my steps, and in my living room.

"They kicked me out B. I have nowhere to live. I've been sleeping in my car for a god damn week. I, I wouldn't come here if I wasn't completely stranded. I know that your parents are away a lot and I know your mum loved me, I.. Could I stay here please? Just for a week or so before I can sort out a real place to live? Please? I'm begging you B! For old time's sake! Please!"

Now this has me stumped. I was definitely not expecting that, but it explains a lot of things. It explains the darkness encircling her eyes, the tired expression that's been on her face since I saw her on my steps, the clothes – the same ones she was wearing at the party and the overall dishevelled mess she appears to be. I've never seen her like this; it broke my heart all over again. How could I let her continue to sleep in her car? Yeah sure she broke my heart but I'm a nice person, I can give up my house for a week. My parents won't even notice since they'll still be in Egypt and well to be honest the company could be nice, it gets pretty boring around here on my own.

"Okay. A week, you have to leave before my parents get back though Liv okay?"

Before I realise what's happening she's encapsulating me in a hug and I can't help but feel some of the warmth I felt before, when we were together. As I feel her lips graze my cheek I know something bad is going to happen and before I can stop her she's taking her lips with her own in a smooth kiss.

"Hey B, I just came in 'cause the door was op- WHAT THE FUCK"

"SANTANA NO! WAIT!"

She's out the door before I have a chance to reach her but I keep running – there's no way in hell I'm letting Olivia come back and ruin this.

"Santana Marie Lopez. No. You have to let me explain this! I didn't kiss her. I didn't have time to react to her and I just need you to realise that YOU are the one I want. Not her."

"Well, it sure didn't look that way. How about you call me later, when you've figured out what it is exactly that you want huh? Girlfriend."

Santana's POV

I CAN'T BELIEVE HER. She said, she PROMISED me that I was different. How the fuck could she cheat on me the night we get back from making our relationship real? I can't be dealing with this shit AH.

Ever since I was little there's only ever been one way I can deal with situations like this. Running. I like the way it's just me, the pavement and my music. I can run as fast or as slow as I want, letting the breeze flip my hair everywhere, and I can go for as long as my body will let me. I haven't had to experience an intensive run in my life yet, there was one time where my parents thought about getting a divorce and I ran for 2 hours but it was still at a jogging pace. No, this time I find myself practically sprinting down my street in preparation for one of the hardest runs of my life.

Music blaring in my ears, tears streaming down my face and god knows what else going on in my head - I have been running for nearly 2 and a half hours and my calves and thighs feel like they're about to give way. I don't want to stop, but the fire that seems to be trying to erupt in my lungs is hard to ignore and I need to catch my breath.

I didn't even realise where I'd been running – my head was somewhere else entirely so when I looked at my surroundings and found out that I'd accidently ran to my school I was shocked. What made my feet carry me here, I'll never know, but why I decided to check if the gym was open was even more of a shock to me. I did it without thinking, gripping the doors and yanking them open. I didn't expect them to be open, I mean for god sake it's like 10 pm and all the lights are off but there's someone in there. I can hear the familiar sound of basketball meeting the ground, backboard and the swish of the net as someone sinks a shot.

As I head in further to see who it is i hear a gasp. Clearly I made someone jump.

"Hello? Who's in here?" I stutter, not really sure what to expect.

"Oh my god, S, you freaked the shit outta me. It's Quinn, I.. I needed to shoot some hoops. What are you doing here?" she questioned me with an unnerving tilt of her left eyebrow. There was something different about Quinn tonight. Her normally warm smile barely sparked and her eyes were red where she'd visibly been crying.

"I.. Uh I was on a run, I needed some air –I ended up here and well I thought since I'm here I might as well work on my three-pointers. Why are you here Q, other than to shoot hoops? Why have you been crying? And don't lie to me, it's fucking obvious." I walk straight over to her gripping her shoulders with my hands so she can't move. Trying to look into her eyes for the answer she keeps avoiding my own dark orbs. "What's going on Q? Talk to me"

All whilst I'm trying to get the truth out of her I can't seem to shake the other blonde that's on my mind at the moment. I look at Q crying and all I can think of is Britt.

Is she crying? Does she even care about me? Q looks so sad right now, all I want to do is tell her it'll be okay.

"Rachael, she, she said she's not ready to come out yet. I mean, I really like her S – I am guessing B told you about us, you know how long this has been going on. I just, I'm finally ready to tell people and she refuses. She says her reputation will be ruined, that as one of the most popular girls at school there's no way she can be labelled a 'dyke'. I told her that even if she is labelled that she'd still have me and that reputation means nothing to me as long as I have her but she just shook her head and told me to leave. I can't be dealing with this San; I just need to stop with all the hiding. I want what you and B have; you guys are so good together."

Ha. I can't help the mocking laugh that leaves my mouth causing the short haired blonde to finally look me in the eyes.

"B and I have nothing. We are nothing. As far as I'm concerned she screwed this up so ya'know be careful what you wish for."

"You're kidding? What the fuck did she do this time?"

"Don't worry about it Q, let's shoot some hoops huh? Forget about the bitches in our lives and concentrate on what we're good at. Basketball."

As much as I wanted to believe that shooting a few basketballs would make me forget about Brittany I knew it is, and never will be, true. That girl has too strong a hold on me to ever be able to leave my thoughts. She has me under her spell and it's going to take so much more for me to escape it.

After an hour of intense training I felt more pumped up than ever. Angrier, if that was even possible. Q and I had joked about how we're better off single anyway, I think her exact words were 'we can be single as pringles ready to mingle', and that we could get any girls at this school – who needs to settle down when we can just go the slut route (i.e. the Brittany route) and screw our way around the year group?

I found myself wanting to hurt Brittany the same way she'd hurt me, maybe even more. I got my chance when Quinn and I were to shower after such a hard practice. I followed her into the steamy showers but instead of going into my own stall, this time I found myself joining her in the small compartment she'd gone to.

"San, what are you-"

Before she had a time to finish I'd practically leapt onto her, my lips onto hers. Needless to say it felt completely different to when I kissed Brittany; but there was still an aspect of it that felt good.

I let my hands wander over her body, my left hand going up to grip into some of her short blonde hair whilst my right hand ran down the length of her torso coming to a rest between her legs. I pulled away from the kiss long enough to look into her eyes. The look I received back was all the encouragement I needed. Her eyes had changed colour, they were now a good 2 shades darker and I could see how much she wanted me inside her.

Me? Is it really me she wants inside her? Or Rachel?

As I dip my index finger into her wet folds, partly because of the shower but mostly because of her excitement, I feel her back arch – pushing her naked body further into mine. "Mhmm yes!" she mumbles out as I twist and push my fingers in further, curling my fingers so I hit that perfect spot. It's not long before I can tell she is close, but it's when the word "Rae" falls out of her mouth that I realise what I'm doing. I'd been so caught up in my anger for Brittany that I hadn't even thought about how this would affect everyone else.

SHIT!

I remove my fingers hurriedly and run out of the shower drying and clothing myself the fastest I've ever done in my life. I need to get the fuck out of here. Oh my god what the fuck have I done?