A/N: It's been a really long time since I last updated (maybe just over a year or two), but I'd love to keep going, if anyone still reads this.
By the time Santana got home, her anger still hadn't subsided. She knew how the game went, getting the girl was the ultimate goal, and much to her dismay, Quinn was the girl that Puck had set his sights on.
Santana landed on her bed, a rough sigh escaping her body. She was overly frustrated. First Quinn, now Puck. Not to mention she hadn't got laid in what seemed like forever, and all because she was trying to prove her worth to Brittany. She picked up her phone, scrolling through the long list of contacts stored in the device. There were so many options, so many people she could just call to let out a little bit of stored up sexual frustration, but as she passed Brittany's name in the list of one night stands and strangers, she knew it wasn't worth it.
She dialled the number, hoping that hearing Brittany's voice would cheer her up. Voicemail. And not even one that the blonde had recorded herself, but an automated one, which did nothing but further annoy the Latina. She quickly decided against leaving a message, not wanting the obvious discontent in her voice to be noticed by the bubbly blonde.
And for the first time in a long time, Santana slept alone, physically and emotionally, embodying loneliness like never before.
Santana walked into school late the next day, the hallways practically empty as most students were already in class. She didn't want to see Puck, she obviously didn't want to see Quinn, and she had no idea whether she felt like seeing Brittany. It was like the old Santana was approaching the surface, threatening to take over any feelings the girl had for Brittany.
But as she walked over to her locker, blonde hair caught her attention, her eyes settling on the girl's face. Brittany pulled Santana into a hug, causing Santana to stiffen slightly. She still wasn't one for affection, and well, Brittany seemed to have no problem with it.
"I had fun this weekend" Brittany whispered, her breath hitting Santana's skin just behind her ear. Santana smiled, pulling her way out of the embrace. She hadn't planned that the weekend would be so, emotional, and Santana Lopez avoided anything emotional just as much as she avoided clingy girls.
"Why aren't you in class B?" Santana asked, fiddling with her the lock, the combination escaping her mind for just a minute. "Quinn's in my class, and she hasn't spoken to me since Friday. I think it's just better to avoid her for a little bit," she sighed, her hands finding each other in an awkward position.
"As much as I hate that stuck up bitch" Santana started, through clenched teeth, "I don't like that I'm getting in the way of your friendship. She told me how much she cares about you, and I guess she thinks I'm not good for you. Do you ever think that maybe she's right?" Santana whispered, her eyes avoiding Brittany's at all cost.
Brittany's shoulders dropped slightly, her entire demeanour changing in an instant. "I might not be what people perceive as 'smart', but I've noticed something. You might not agree, but I don't personally think Puck is boyfriend material for Quinn. In fact, I know he's not. He's slept with more girls than anyone I know, except maybe you, I'm not sure how many you've slept with cause we haven't discussed that yet and I don't want to push you to -"
"Brittany, you're rambling" Santana murmured, poking the girl in her side slightly.
"Oh, sorry, I tend to do that sometimes" she replied, her cheeks flushing as she did so. "Anyways, Quinn thinks that she can change him, make him into something he's not. And you're kind of the girl version of Puck. So, how can she think he's good enough, and that you're not? It doesn't make sense to me, you know?" Brittany huffed, leaning into the row of lockers.
Santana closed her locker, turning to face the taller girl. Silence lingered between the two, causing Brittany to roll on the balls of her feet. "Was that wrong?" she asked, nervous that she'd somehow upset the girl in front of her.
"No Britt, I'm just thinking" Santana smiled, running her hand through her hair smoothly.
"What are you thinking about?" the blonde questioned, biting her lower lip in anticipation.
"I just think it's funny how she wants to change him, but I genuinely want to change for you, and she doesn't seem to care." Santana sighed. Since when did she give a fuck about what Quinn Fabray thought? Was it because she was Brittany's friend? If she was really Brittany's friend, wouldn't she just want her to be happy? The questions seemed never ending, and so confusing.
Brittany leaned in, placing a small kiss on Santana's cheek. "If you're not ready for something like this, you need to tell me," she whispered, her lips inches from Santana's. The Latina pulled back, extending the gap between them, closed her locker, and quickly made her way to class.
A/N: I hope you liked the small update! Poor Brittany, Santana just walked away. Reviews would be greatly appreciated!