A/N: Hi guys! I'm really sorry for not updating yesterday. I just didn't really feel like writing... But today it's kind of a long chapter (I think) so I hope that makes up for it! I loved the reviews and all, and it really motivates me to know you guys love to read DWTD... Well, I think that's it. Please do not hesitate to leave your opinion, even if you don't like something. There's always room for change, isn't there? So thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoy this chapter.

There is a reason people rather lie than tell the truth. Sometimes it's better to lie, because the truth doesn't matter. And when it does there is always a reason why it's better to be hidden away. Stuffed in a box somewhere to never look at it again. But you always do. Because a part of you wants to just tell everybody what's going through your head all the time, and the only thing stopping you is yourself. That's why Brittany always tried to be honest with people.

Brittany looked at the girl in front of her. She was breathing heavily and clenching her hands to fists. Tears were threatening to spill. She blinked a few times, and then looked up. In a whisper so softly that Brittany almost couldn't understand her she said, "Everyone's going to know now."

"Probably," Brittany blurted out, grabbing Santana's hands. "But I'll make sure no one touches you again. That's a promise."

Santana looked up at her, and Brittany could see by the look in the girl's eyes she was about to break down. Even more than she already had. So she didn't say another word, quietly pulling the Latina into a tight hug. They sat like that for a while. Brittany hugging Santana, who was just sitting there. She didn't pull away, but she didn't hug back either. It was progress, since less than a few hours ago she wouldn't even so much as look at Brittany.

"It will be okay," she mumbled in Santana's ear, over and over again. "It will be okay."

After a while Santana moved, and Brittany had to let her go. She felt bad for still wanting to hold the other girl, but she knew it wouldn't be the best idea she'd ever had. So she opened her arms, leaning back a bit. Her eyes locked with the dark brown ones that belonged to Santana's, and she felt her heart flutter.

"You don't know that," the Latina whispered. "You don't know what they're going to do, or think, or say..."

"I know because we have Kurt. I don't think there could be anyone more gay than him, and he's doing just fine." Brittany shrugged and tried to force a smile, but the tears in Santana's eyes made her unable to.

Santana's eyes widened at the word 'gay', but then she relaxed a bit. Just one tiny little bit. "Brittany, I appreciate you saying all this but... I do not have a very good history with... people."

"I know." The blonde played with her hair anxiously, nervously waiting for Santana's answer.

"You... know?"

"I... Yes, I do."

"How?" Santana pressed her eyes with the ball of her hands, wiping away her tears. Her expression had changed a bit since a few minutes ago. She seemed more hurt than angry. Scared, even.

Brittany hesitated a bit while answering. "Someone told me."

"That's very vague, Brittany. Who else knows?" Santana's eyes narrowed only slightly, but it was enough to give back a bit of attitude the blonde was used to. And honestly, she felt more comfortable around that Santana than the one hiding sobs and tears.

"Does it really matter?" Brittany asked. She waved her hands in the air, adding, "Like you said. Tomorrow everyone will know. Who cares about who knew first?" She forced a laugh.

Santana didn't laugh. "I care. Look, Brittany. I don't understand you to understand this. Any of it. But –"

"No. Santana, I do understand. I just don't want to get anyone into trouble, okay?" She sighed, biting her lip. Hopefully she hadn't said anything to piss Santana off again.

But the Latina just pushed a few hairs out of her face, nodding. "You're too sweet."

It caused Brittany to feel all tingly, but she tried not to show it. Now wouldn't be the best moment to act like she was in love.

Neither of them said anything for a while. They just sat there, staring at each other. Brittany felt the corners of her mouth fight to curl up into a smile, but she didn't know if it was appropriate or not. So she clenched her jaw, but never looking away from the Latina's eyes.

After what felt like hours the door of the choir room opened, and Mike came in. He wore a slightly concerned look on his face, only looking at Brittany while talking towards the girls. Then he grabbed a chair and sat next to the blonde. Looking at Santana for the first time he frowned. "Are you okay?"

"Do I look okay?" she replied instantly, cocking an eyebrow. Apparently it hurt, because she flinched. Brittany's hand shot forward, grabbing hers. She didn't pull away. Her face softened, sighing. She looked at Mike for a second, and then at Brittany. And back at Mike. And then she breathed out sharply. "You were the one that told Brittany, weren't you?"

"I..." Mike started saying, but then he shrugged one shoulder. "Yeah. I was."

"Why didn't you just out me? You're a jock... Isn't that what jocks do? Act heartless towards everyone that's 'different' in their eyes?" Santana said. She spoke quickly, almost too quick to properly understand what she was saying.

"I'm sorry about what happened to you, but that doesn't give you the right to judge about us like we're one person. Do you hear me saying all lesbians are the same? You're all different people and no one is alike to one another," Mike simply said.

Santana cringed at the word 'lesbian', but she didn't say a word. She just listened, and after Mike finished speaking she bit her lip. Shrugging she shook her head. "You're right. Thanks for... not saying anything, I think. Except to Brittany." And then a little smile tugged her lips. "And here I was thinking you just had incredible gaydar."

Brittany laughed a bit. Santana's sudden mood swing caught her off guard, but at the same time she didn't really care about it. The girl seemed kind of okay now, and that was all that mattered.

Mike didn't seem to think the same thing. He leaned forward a bit, extending his hand a bit. It hovered in the air, very closely to Santana's bruised cheek. "Do you mind?"

She just shook her head.

When his fingers touched her face Brittany felt a pang of jealousy. She knew she was being unfair, but she really didn't like her best friend touching Santana's face like that. There was nothing going on, but still. Maybe she should start learning about first aid, so next time she could be the one touching Santana.

The girl seemed to notice her discomfort, as she softly squeezed Brittany's hand, sending jolts of electricity up her arm. The blonde almost forgot about Mike, until Santana visibly winced. "Ow," she muttered under her breath. She pulled her hand back to cover the cut on her arm Mike had just looked at. The boy got up, extending his hand. "I think it's best to take you to the nurse. My knowledge about first aid isn't exactly that great."

Santana was about to protest when she caught Brittany's glare, and then she just sighed. "Okay. Help me up."

Both Mike and Brittany shot forward, gently pulling the Latina up. Her left cheek was already visibly bruised, and a bit of dried blood covered her temple. When they walked up to the nurses office Brittany also noticed Santana limping a bit, and one of her hands pressed hard down on her left side. Apparently the Cheerios had beaten her up a bit even before they had come to help.

The nurse looked suspicious when they came in, basically carrying Santana, but she didn't ask. She just pointed at the examination table. "Where does it hurt?"

"My... face, obviously. And my arm... my ribcage... and my thigh," Santana mumbled, avoiding everyone's gaze. The nurse seemed to sense her discomfort, and turned to Mike and Brittany, who were standing there a bit awkwardly. "Can you both please leave? You can wait for your friend outside."

So they left.

While they sat outside the bell rang, and Brittany knew she had to get to class. Mike had the same class as her, so they should both be going. But neither of them moved. Brittany just let herself fall against Mike's body, and he wrapped his arms around hers.

"What did you say to them?" Brittany suddenly asked, looking up at Mike. "The cheerleaders, I mean."

"That they got what they deserved. They were being completely unfair. First of all, you shouldn't want to punch someone for being gay, and second of all, they were the ones that started the fight. Santana was just defending herself... a bit harsh probably, but she just wanted them off her back." Mike shrugged. "I have no idea if I made things worse, but you shouldn't treat people like that."

Brittany shook her head. "I guess there's only one way to find out." She frowned. "Do you think she'll be okay? I don't want her to transfer schools again."

"McKinley is not like her previous school. We have Kurt too, and there hasn't really happened anything since Karofsky transferred. Plus she has you," Mike said. He studied her face, smirking. "You're not going to leave her side anymore, are you?"

Brittany bit her lip. She had almost forgotten how well Mike could read her mind sometimes, especially when she was trying to hide her thoughts. "I... no. Not unless she really wants me to. I'm almost on top of the pyramid, I have power over those Cheerios. She's basically at the bottom. Literally."

"She is? How? Has Coach Sylvester seen the girl? I bet she's got moves too," Mike exclaimed, laughing. Brittany raised her eyebrows at him, hitting him in the arm. "Back off. You've got Tina already."

Mike's face turned serious. "Are you jealous?"

"What? No! Of course not! I'm just saying that you've got Tina and there's no need for you to –"

But Mike's laughing interrupted her. "You're so jealous. Your face is turning green already."

"It's not!" Brittany exclaimed, shooting up. She pulled out her phone and studied her face in the reflecting screen. "I don't know what you're talking about. I'm not green at all."

"Figuratively speaking. It's a saying. Jealousy turns you green." Mike winked. "Don't worry. You look just fine."

"I hate you." Brittany relaxed and leaned back in her chair. She was starting to wonder about Santana again. The girl had been in the nursing office for a while now, and she had no idea what was going on. Just when she was about to get up and ask, the door opened. Santana stepped outside, looking a bit embarrassed. It wasn't all that weird, because she had a bandage around her hurt arm, and some sort of band-aid on her temple. She raised her hand, shooting her friends a warning glare. "Do. Not. Say. A. Word."

Brittany just smirked. "You look great." She had the sudden urge to kiss the Latina, but she figured it wouldn't be the best thing to do right now. Licking her lips she got up. "What did the nurse say?"

"She thinks I have a bruised rib and cheekbone. I'm not allowed to cheer or do anything that involves sudden movement... Including dancing. I'm sorry, Britt." She looked a bit shy when she said that. Apologizing was probably not something she did do very often.

"Oh." Brittany nodded understanding, unable to suppress a slightly sad expression to break through. "That's okay. You'll be healed soon, won't you?"

"I hope so, yes. Um, she also said I should go home. But I can't drive like this," Santana hinted. She glanced at Brittany, looking hopeful. The blonde lightened up a bit at this, and she smiled. "I'll drive you. School's not important anyway." Turning around swiftly she looked at Mike, who was still sitting there, watching them. "You go to class. Tell them I'm... I don't care. Just tell them something."

Grabbing Santana's hand she guided her through the hallways of McKinley. She was surprised when Santana didn't pull away but held onto her hand tightly. It was a pleasant surprise.

"I would offer to carry you, but I'm not sure if that's a good idea with your rib and all," she joked, looking over at Santana. The Latina smiled a bit, but her face was twitched in pain. It was obvious the cheerleaders harmed her quite a bit, and it made Brittany angry in a way she had never experienced before. Not that she suddenly felt violent or anything, she just wanted those girls to know how amazing Santana truly was. She was more than her sexuality. She was more than her – hot – appearance. She was her great personality, her sweet family, her beautiful voice.

The drive to Santana's home was silent, but Brittany didn't care because Santana still held her hand. It made it slightly harder to concentrate on the road, but she loved taking the risk.

When she pulled over she looked at Santana. "Are you okay?"

Santana shrugged. "I will be. You should go back to school. I don't want you to get in trouble because of me."

"I don't care," Brittany instantly replied. "I could stay, if you want to. If you want to talk or something... Or do nothing. Whatever, I don't care."

"Brittany..." Santana mumbled. She locked her eyes with blue, and Brittany felt faint. Her eyes lowered to Santana's full lips, and she wanted to kiss her – more than anything. But she didn't want to push Santana either.

And then, completely unexpected, Santana was the one to lean in. Her lips touched Brittany's for a split second, before she pulled back. "Thank you. You're a great friend. But you should really go back to school. I-I'm probably just going to fall asleep anyway."

"I don't care," Brittany repeated, still high on the taste of Santana's lips. She wanted more.

"Well, I do. I'm going to be really boring." Santana opened the door of Brittany's car and started getting out. But before she was fully out she turned around again, pressing her lips against Brittany's again. A little longer this time, and it was enough for Brittany to almost lose control. She had to remind herself she was in a car, and Santana was injured. She couldn't go all crazy now. That would be too weird. But when Santana pulled back held her eyes closed, hoping for more. And it was only when she heard the door shut again she opened them. It wasn't entirely what she wanted, but it was still two more kisses than she expected. And tomorrow was another day, right?