Brittany's POV:

It seemed like I was in some field and it was night time. All there was, was grass. Green, green grass. It felt like I was in some painting only filled with the scenery of the dark black sky and the moon that just contrasted with how green the grass was. Damn, that was some green grass. I looked up into the night sky and An empty feeling engulfed me. There were no stars. No shining orbs of light to comfort me in the black darkness. Nothing. Only the shine of the moon to spotlight where i was standing. When I took a few steps, the light followed me. I was on a stage and there was no one to impress. There was nothing, except green green grass. It made me wonder how the grass could be so green when it was so dark. I mean, usually color is highlighted from the sunshine, but there was no light, not even stars to highlight the color. It was like the grass was glowing by itself.

I also noticed that I wasn't wearing any shoes. I was barefoot. I was also wearing short shorts and a white tanktop, but I didn't feel cold. All I felt was warmth from the darkness. I felt this slight comfort in this wierd environment. It was like I've been to this place before and there was this feeling of familarity.

I walked across this mysterious field hoping to find something or someone, but there was nobody. I was expecting Santana to come save me. I was expecting her to come from behind me and take my hand. I was expecting my knight in shining armor...my shield of protection...to be there. I looked around the darkness again.

But there was no one—only the greeness of the grass and the shining of the moonlight in the starless sky.


I woke up feeling scared. My heart was racing, my forehead was sweaty, and I was breathing hard. My dream felt so real. The feelings of being lost and confused still haunted me as I sat up on my bed. I couldn't shake off the feelings. There was something about the scenery of that dream that made me wonder. It made me wonder if I was stuck in this meaningless world I made up, waiting for no one to come and take me somewhere else. I've been living in this dream that was filled with jealousy and drama and it all surrounded around one person—Santana. And she wasn't even there to get me out. I took my pillow and screamed into it. I felt stressed, depressed, and confused. I've only been in love with one person in my life and she didn't even return the favor. I was trying so hard for nothing. Quinn was everything she wanted, and that's what she got. I couldn't believe I was jealous of that bitch. I wanted to be Quinn so bad. She somehow got Santana's attention and shit, I don't get it. But whatever Santana's happy now, without me and she had a helluva time at prom.

Then flashes of prom came back to me and it just made me feel like an even heavier weight. Last night couldve been the night of my life, but I didn't have the women of my dreams to share it with. Ugh, regrets and thoughts came soaring into my head and I was going to explode.

I was emotionally exhausted even before school started. I didnt feel like facing Quinn or Santana. I swore to myself that today I was going to get over Santana. I didn't want to live in this fantasy anymore. I was done with this. I deeply sighed and I sat in my bed trying to shake off all the feelings that still lingered from my dream.


Santana's POV:

I was at school and I didn't even bother fix myself up. Everybody gave me wierd looks, but I didn't care. Last night sucked and I wanted the whole world to know that I had a bad night. My hair was a mess and I didn't put on any makeup and I just threw on a crewneck and jeans. There was nothing that could make me feel better. Well there was one thing—I wanted to punch Quinn fucking Fabray in the face.

I started to look for her and shit, I have never noticed how many blondes there were in this school. It was like all the blondes of the world decided to come and meet at Mckinley to have some blonde reunion to celebrate their blondeness. It disgusted me. How come I couldn't find Quinn now? Did she just magically disappear whenever I looked her way? Did she have some invisibility cloak? I was not in the mood for this. I needed to find this bitch and I needed to find her now. I was about to go all Lima Heights on this girl and there was no one that could stop me.

Then I remembered the one place where I didn't look. I went inside the girl's locker room and there she was. Wearing her fucking Cheerio's office, looking into the mirror, and fixing her fucking perfect ponytail. She said my name before I could even jump her.

"Hello Santana," she said without turning around. It fucking freaked me out, but I didn't care, i needed to punch this girl in the gut.

"Before you do anything stupid, San," Quinn said as she turned around. She gave me that evil look, "Sit down. I have some news to spill for you."

What the hell? Did this bitch think she could boss me around?

"No, Quinn! I'm not gonna fucking sit down! You stood me up because you had some 'cold.' What the hell of an excuse is that? Are you fucking kidding me Quinn?"

I was about to grab her hair and fucking pull her to the ground, but Quinn started walking around me. It was something that threw me off guard. Usually after that kind of a scream-fest, Quinn would just jump at me and punch the hell out of me, but she was fucking walking around me.

Quinn smiled.

"Well, Santana, if you won't sit down, then I guess you'll just have to listen to this standing up."

I froze. I didn't really know what to do, I was sorta curious what she was going to tell me, but at the same time I had all the chances to just shut her up with my fist.

"So, you know why I did this San? Why I asked you to prom and stood you up?"

I shook my head.

"It wasn't to hurt you, god no, San, I would never hurt you," she paused, "It was to hurt your little girlfriend, Brittany."

I screamed back at her, "Brittany? What has she done to you? She fucking hasn't done anything."

"Well, that's where your wrong, Lopez. She's done everything for me. She's made me look like the star, I am, and the star..." she now looked at me, "... you fell in love with, isn't that right, San?"

I swallowed.

Quinn continued, "And you were so blinded by me, that you didn't even glance at your little 'girlfriend.'"

"What the hell would you know, Quinn? You're fucking lying."

"Again, Lopez—god you're so clueless—you're wrong. You see, Brittany did all of this just so that I could protect her little secret, which she would completely die if her best friend ever found out."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"She's fucking in love with you, Lopez," Quinn screamed at me.

"What?"

"God, I thought you would know, Lopez. It so freaking obvious."

Well, that explained a lot. My head was dizzy now, but this realization made me calm down a bit.

"What..how come...Brittany?" were the only words that came out of my mouth.

"Well, I think my work here is done. Brittany's on the edge, you look like you're gonna kill someone, and I'm top bitch once again."

I couldn't take it anymore, I punched that bitch right in the face. I punched the hell out of her. That was for everything she's done and, most of all for Brittany.

I couldn't believe I was in love with that bitch. I just fell for the non-existent dream that she was. Her looks and her talents were just lured me in her little trap. She was nothing. Nothing.

Shit, that reminded me, where was Brittany? I didn't see her this morning, and I should've ran into her while I was searching through all the blondes. Shit, Brittany was in love with me. How long? When did it start? Well I guess it didn't matter. What mattered was I had to see her. I had to figure out what the hell I was going to do. Did I love Brittany too?

I decided the future-me would decide this as I headed towards Brittany's house.