"I love you, and I think…" She pauses glancing at Quinn who nods for her to continue. "No I know that you love me back." The blonde's tone is now more confident than it was a few minutes ago and she squares her shoulders to the smaller girl. "You love me back but you are too afraid to admit it, and it makes me sad for you. But I'd rather be sad for you than sad with you." She hesitates for a second, it was quick but there was definite hesitation, before she turns around and leaves the brunette all by herself.

Santana's mouth opens to call after her but with all the confusion at what has just happened prevents her and she stutters out a few breathes. As the blonde gets lost in the sea of people her brown eyes find the floor making her remember that she was standing all alone, kind of, it felt as though she were in the middle of a boxing ring and the audience were her fellow Glee members. She looks to the side and Mercedes gives her a smirk of disapproval, Puck who is standing next to her is looking at the floor where Santana is standing pretending he didn't see or hear anything. Artie and Mike have their jaws on the floor with Tina standing in between them with her arms across her chest shaking her head in the direction that Brittany had fled. Emma and Will had their eyes on what had just unfolded but were pretending to be busy gathering the luggage feeling completely awkward about what they had just witnessed. Finn is standing there dumbfounded as usual by Rachel who looks upset, and then there is Quinn and Kurt with disappointment and disgust in their eyes. They glance at one another and nod in unison as they begin to move Kurt over to Rachel and they go off to find the blonde and Quinn steps to Santana. She crosses her arms and smirks at the brunette eyeing her up and down before she gets close enough.

"Way to go Romeo." She says while rolling her eyes and doesn't even wait for a response turning on her heels and stomping off to meet her fellow Cheerio.

The Latina stood there trying to process everything, but she couldn't. What just happened? Everything was fine, and then she blew up, and at Brittany. She never did that. Everything at that point felt so overwhelming. Having that talk with Quinn just minutes ago was echoing through her head.

Unfortunately for Brittany she had forgotten that they had taken a bus from the school to the airport and were getting taken back to the school on a bus. She hadn't thought that far ahead and now she has to sit on a bus for a good 45 minutes with Santana just a few seats away from her. Normally they'd sit next to each other and make fun of everyone, but not this time.

Quinn made sure that the ride wasn't confrontational making sure to give Santana glares to stay away, and pretty much every other girl helped with that as well. For once in her life she was a complete outcast and felt like such a loser. She sat in the front of the bus with the teachers and even Mr. Schu wouldn't talk to her, mostly because he didn't know what to say. How do you start up a conversation that makes the nicest girl in the world explode like that? No one has ever seen Brittany be mean to anyone, on purpose anyway. So she sat across from Ms. Pillsbury who was staring at her intently as though she wanted to say something to her, but the brunette made it clear through facial expressions that she was in no mood to talk to the school's OCD guidance counselor.

Santana's mom was at the school waiting for her and Brittany but of course Brittany changed those plans and caught a ride from Quinn and Rachel instead. This left Santana with having to make up some strange excuse to her mother why the blonde wasn't with her. Her mother expresses how odd that was but went with it. The two never fought or ever had a disagreement about anything and were practically attached at the hip, if there was Santana there was Brittany it was that simple.

Quinn offered to hang out with Brittany for a little while when they got home but the blonde declined the offer saying she just wanted to be alone. She had never said those words before she was never alone. Santana was always at her house and if they weren't there Brittany was at her house, or they were together somewhere else. So when she got into her room the quiet sounded so weird to her. She tossed her bag to the side of her bed took off her shoes and sat in the middle of it crossing her legs. Her eyes focused on a picture on her desk of her and her best friend. It was from their 8th grade dance, she always loved the picture saying that Santana looked so beautiful that night. She also loved it because it looked like a picture a couple would have on their desk, their night stand or in their locker. Ironically that night they had went to the dance together stating that they were too hot to waste themselves as dates to the stupid unattractive guys of their class. She wanted to smile, she even tried to smile but she couldn't. She just didn't have the strength for it and it made her sad. It never took a lot for her to smile. As much as she was sad and in pain about everything, she knew she had done the right thing. Quinn was right. She had to make Santana understand that she wasn't going to stick around and be miserable and led on. Brittany wanted more and if Santana wasn't willing to give her what she wanted as well as needed then it wasn't fair to keep doing this. If Santana really did have feelings for her as she claimed she did, then a fight like this would sure as hell make her prove it. Brittany hoped anyhow.

As soon as Santana got into her mother's car she whipped out her cell phone and furiously began typing out a text to Brittany begging her to talk to her so they could fix this. That it wasn't fair how things went down at the airport and she at least owed it to her to listen. Usually she would get a reply back within seconds, but nothing ever came. Once home she ran up to her bedroom and after a couple of minutes of pacing she opted to make a phone call rather than another lame text. There was no ringing.

b-'Hi Brittany this is Brittany call me back…'

s-'B you're not leaving a message you're making a message.'

b-'But I thought you left a message after the beep.'

Beep

It was Brittany's voicemail and even though she was getting more frustrated she couldn't help but chuckle at the fact that her friend had never fixed her voicemail. She tried again as soon as she hung up, but once again it went straight to voicemail and slams her phone shut twisting and turning the phone hard in between her hands wanting to throw it. This was something that never happened, through all their years of friendship Brittany never ignored or avoided Santana.

She took a seat at the end of her bed and placed her head in her hands taking in deep breathes. Her mind kept replaying everything that happened during the week and how it led up to the incident at the airport. Everything was fine; well it was okay, sort of. Everything was so messed up and deep down she really knows it was her fault, but she can't admit that. With her and Brittany there was always this conversation that was never had because it never accomplished anything. It always started after them having a good night, great sex, sneaking around at school or something as nice as a great spring break to make it come out. Brittany always brought up taking things to the next level, and that level was the 'dating' level. But Santana could never understand why it was so important to her and tried numerous times to make her understand how much damage that could do to their reputations if they decided to let everyone know about them and plus it was more fun to sneak around.

It's been 3 days and the girls still haven't spoken let alone seen each other. Even so, Santana waits for her friend at the top of the stairs like she always does if they don't drive to school together. It might have been a long shot but she figures it's worth a try. She waits for longer than normal and it isn't until the 5 minute warning bell rings that she realizes that Brittany is not going to show up. With hesitation she begrudgingly turns to get to her locker, which she had a much better chance in seeing her blonde friend because their lockers were next to each others. As she strolls down the hallway her eyes pick up on a glimpse of blonde causing her to take longer strides. But upon reaching their neighbor lockers she realizes that the blonde isn't her blonde and she sighs crossing her arms causing the other girl to turn around with an annoyed look on her face.

"What do you want Quinn?" Santana asks matching the girls face with her tone.

"Hey don't get snippy with me ice queen." Quinn states leaning up against the locker and Santana rolls her eyes. "Besides I was waiting for Brittany." She explains and flips her ponytail with a flick of her head.

"Whatever." The brunette brushes past her and opens her locker throwing her bag into it and checking herself out in the mirror.

"Are you serious?" Quinn turns around opening the locker door wider so that Santana can't see her reflection anymore.

"Are you?" Santana grabs the door and slams her locker shut.

"Ugh, you are the most selfish person in the world." Quinn cries out raising her hands in the air.

"Gee Quinn do you really know every single person in the world to compare me to?" Santana spits out with sarcasm and a straight face. Quinn squints her eyes as if trying to crush the other Cheerio with special powers and without even replying she walks away from her and Santana has a satisfied smirk on her face.

The day continues on and no one has seen Brittany anywhere and Quinn practically searches every place she has ever had to come rescue her friend from because she had gotten lost. But no such luck. She even calls her house to see if maybe she stayed home but her father said that she had gone off to school and on time for once. He actually asked if he should be worried because Santana had called earlier looking for the blonde, but Quinn assured him that there was nothing to worry about.

Finally by 5th period and her mind was racing about where her friend could be she decides to head to the choir room for some quiet thinking. Of course as soon as she opens the door she finds her friend sitting in the midst of all the chairs neatly lined up staring off into space. She internally yelled at herself for not even thinking to check in here but let herself slide because she had finally found her.

"Hey B." She greets knocking the girl out of her daydream and gives Quinn a weak smile. "How are you doing?"

"San and I are still fighting. I was really upset about what happened this weekend and decided I wasn't going to talk to her. But I really want to talk to her, but I can't remember how to start a conversation because I haven't talked in 3 days." She responds blandly. "My tongue feels weird." She tells Quinn moving her tongue around in her mouth. "I don't get it because she hasn't even tried to call me or text me."

"B you threw your cell phone in the sewer at the airport." Quinn reminds her and she tilts her head t recall the event and then her eyes widen at the memory.

"Oh yeah." She responds. "But she hasn't even tried to come to my house and talk to me. Maybe I shouldn't have said anything."

"No Britt you were totally right for telling her how you feel, I think what got to her was the fact that it was in front of all of us." Brittany nods her head.

"I want to kiss her all the time." Brittany sighs out and Quinn wraps her arm over her friends shoulder.

"I know."

It's finally the end of the day and time for Glee practice. Santana gets to the choir room as fast as she can just wanting to make sure that she would get there before Brittany. So she waits by the door waiting for the opportunity to bombard the blonde so she would have to at least listen to her. One by one everyone else begins to pile into the room which is giving Santana second thoughts about letting this be the first encounter the two have in 3 days, in front of everybody. But as she is thinking about all of this the blonde girl comes walking through the door and Santana steps right in front of her making her stop in her tracks. Brittany looks at her with lost eyes, but ones that are on a mission, that mission being to get past Santana somehow. She steps to one side and Santana moves in front of her again and then the same to the other side.

"Britt just talk to me." The brunette sighs out trying to get her friend to look at her.

"Mercedes said that you acted a fool and that you need to check yourself before you wreck yourself." Brittany states in perfect monotone and Santana tilts her head and quirks an eyebrow.

"She said what?" Santana asks taken aback and Brittany is looking up as if she is reading something on the ceiling, but all she is doing is thinking.

"Kurt also said that if you try and talk to me I should just ignore you because all you are going to do is reel me back in and nothing is going to change." Brittany adds and then realizes she wasn't ignoring the brunette and as Santana goes to reply Brittany pulls her books closer to her chest and walks away from her heading to a seat next to Quinn. Her fists bunch up to her sides and she turns around quickly, the air twirling her Cheerio's skirt up just enough and marches to her chair on the complete opposite side of where Brittany was.