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Chapter 12

It's weird to say it but I had a slight smile on my face when I walked into school today. Yesterday I was able to tell Brittney, even if it was only through song how I felt, I made progress on my friendship, acquaintance, with Rachel and I actually made a good impression with someone's parents. Singing that song in glee was very therapeutic. My heart is still broken and I am still in immense pain but it is less than it had been the day before. It's weird to think that not even a week after having it trampled on I am already starting to feel better. I know it's still going to be a long time before I am fully healed but I'm glad to say that at least the healing process has begun. I actually feel like I can concentrate on my classes without constantly trying to remind myself to concentrate on my classes.

The day went by fine. Classes were extremely easy to focus on and my thoughts never once wandered off towards Brittney. Rachel ended up sitting by my in history again. She just sat there and took notes but I could always feel her presence and it helped to relax me. We ate lunch together in the auditorium again. This time we just talked about how are days were going and what she had planned for glee.

"As you very well know I'm going to perform an original song and I think it really is going to make people actually consider the idea of doing original songs for regionals."

"I have to say I can't wait to hear the song. I just wish I had heard it yesterday, but I guess I can be surprised with the rest of glee." I don't know why but Rachel was easily putting me at ease. She wasn't the annoying little dwarf that I had previously thought that she was. Granted I am not ready to completely open up and trust her, but if she wants to hang out at lunch and just talk about meaningless stuff than I can do that. Anyways it's a good way to keep me distracted from the thought of Brittney and Artie laughing and feeding one another right now.

When lunch was almost over we packed up what Rachel had brought us to eat, because she was still worried that I wouldn't eat if she didn't force the food on me, which might actually be true seeing as I had lost my appetite, and headed off to our different classes. My psychology class continued to keep occupied; I am who doesn't find serial killers fascinating. I was almost sad when class had ended but than that meant only glee before I got to go home, and I would finally get to hear this original song that Rachel had written.

I headed to my locker first though, because frankly I was tired of carrying around all of my books. They seriously were starting to hurt my back. When I rounded the corner to get to my locker I was meet with what I had seen there the previous two days. Brittney was there leaning against my locker. 'You got two options Lopez you can run like the wuss you have become, or you could march up to your own locker and be Santana fucking Lopez.' Taking a deep breath I started moving towards my locker, like hell I was going to let Brittney run me away again. When I got to my locker I didn't even acknowledge that Brittney was there and just opened to door to put away the entire book that have been screwing up my back. Just when I thought that I would be able to make it away from my locker without actually having to talk to her, Brittney gently closed my locker and turned to face me. 'Damn.'

"Santana. Can we please talk?"

"I really don't think there is anything that we need to talk about." Finally I look up to see into her eyes and all I could see there was hurt and pain.

"You know that's not true. We haven't really talked since Thursday and I know you. I know people here don't think I'm the smartest person, but you know that I understand people. And out of all those people I understand you the most. I know that you hide when you are in pain, that you drink, and that you do stupid things that you shouldn't do when you are both in pain and drinking. I'm worried about you and I really want to talk about that song in glee."

"I said all I wanted to say about the song in glee, and you really don't know a thing about me." It was killing me that she was standing there bringing up the fact that she knows my past and that she knows I have probably reverted back to it. What right does she have to even bring it up and think that I would want to talk to her about it? The last time I told her how I was feeling and let myself be vulnerable around her she crushed me. I'm not ready to open myself back up to that possibility and definitely not with her. "Now if that's all that you wanted to say I have to go to class, I don't want to be late."

"No that's not all that I have to say and we are going to talk about this, and we are going to talk about this right now. I'm tired of you running from me."

"To bad, because I really don't care." Turning around I started to head for my class when I felt myself be lifted up in the air. "What the hell are you doing Brittney? I already told you I don't feel like talking to you."

"Like you just said I don't care. We are going to talk about this even if it means that I have to kidnap you to do it."

"You are not going to kidnap me. What you are going to do is put me down and walk away from me. I have no intention of talking with you and right now I really don't even want to be around you." I yelled while struggling against the tight hold that Brittney had me in.

My struggling did nothing to Brittney. After years of Cheerios flailing limbs did little to disturb her. Brittney just continued to walk with me in her arms out of school and towards her car. "I'm going to put you down now and open my car and you are going to get in the car. Don't try and run because you already know that I can beat you and just force you in the car anyways." Groaning I just slump down because I know this is true and when Brittney gets like this she doesn't stop until she gets what she wants. She put me down and unlocked the door waiting right in front of me until I opened the door and crawled in and buckled up. She moved over to the driver's seat and started the car and pulled out of the parking lot. Of course all of this had happened without any one seeing because normally as soon as that damn school bell rings the grounds become deserted.

"What about glee?"

"Honestly after yesterday I have had enough of glee and could use a little bit of time away from them. And having this conversation with you is more important than going to glee."

"Are you going to tell me where you're taking me?"

"I thought we could go to the park. Do you want to go somewhere else?"

"Yeah glee or anywhere that's not with you."

"Well that's not an option and stop being bitchy with me." Huffing out a breathe I resigned myself to whatever Brittney wanted. We spent the rest of the drive in an awkward silence. When we reached the park she cut the engine and opened her door and stepped out of the car and waited for me to follow suit. Grumbling I got out of the car and followed her to the swings where we just sat in silence.

"If you're not going to talk I might as well go home right now."

"No you're going to sit there. Why are you so mad at me?"

"Did you not listen to the song that I sang in glee? It perfectly explained what I was feeling."

"I had no idea that's how you truly felt."

"How could you not have known? You pushed me to explore my feeling that I had for you and when I told you that I love you, you told me that you rather have Artie. What did you expect would happen? That you would make me finally come to terms with how I felt, than have my heart ripped apart by you, but we nothing would change between us. That I would sit there and listen to you talk about the boy that you rather be with, watch you snuggle up with him and be all coupley. That you could do that and I would still sit there and be glad when you decide that you want to play with me a little. Well that's not how I do things. I made myself vulnerable to you, and you crushed me. I hope your happy Brittney because you caused all of this and now you have to deal with it." With all of that said I ran towards my house while Brittney just sat there with shock written across her face.

I needed to get away. I needed to be by myself. I needed alcohol. Running into my house I run straight to the liquor cabinet. "Damn I really wish I hadn't already drunk all of the vodka. I just deal with whiskey." I hate whiskey but I rather have that than nothing at all. Opening it up, I start to drown all of my problems in it.

AN: Ok so this chapter kind of got away from me. It grew a mind of its own so I hope you guys still like it. I know this doesn't really stay with Brittney's personality but I believe with all the dodging that Santana has been doing and the song Brittney was finally pushed to the edge and she wanted to confront Santana about what was going on. That is the attitude I believe we would have seen if the scene in Born This Way had been longer. Please review and tell me how you felt about this chapter. Yet again thanks for all the reading and reviews.