I just want to address to a few people who've left really horrible reviews that got me super upset, one thing you should remember when you live your life, do not assume things so easilyand then make nasty comments without seeing yet. Just because one person assumed there was a pregnancy going on with Santana, does not mean that's the ONLY review or request asked by a person that should or shouldn't happen. And what? You see Santana throw up by drinking milk and juice and you already think she's preggers? Why can't you also think that it means she's feeling pretty horrible and drinks stuff like that and shows how truly fucked up she is with breaking Brittany's heart? You all judge me for writing a story I shouldn't write because it's the same as others, well I'm sorry if you're controlling my damn stories.

I was actually considering to make the pregnancy real just to piss some of you off but whatever, I'll just ignore it and move on because it's my story.

Some of you really left hardcore annoying comments just because one birdie assumed pregnancy and everyone else thought it was preggers too, why not just wait and see? Do you know what's going to happen? No, so don't get mad at me for something I DIDNT EVEN DO.

On the other hand, thanks for reaching 100 reviews on the last chapter! Even though most of them were just plain old "Oh shit, preggers." or "PREGNANT? WHAT?" and even "You're better than a pregnancy arc." I'm still happy lol.

And I forgot to mention an amusing guest who's flirty words caught my attention, here's your shout out, Emilee,keep on being you, (haha)

Enjoy this chapter! and hopefully no one assumes Santana might die or something and start screaming "What? DEATH Santana? You're better than that" (sarcasm) (Just kidding)

Title: Bully and Benefits [Fuck Buddies]

Summary: It wasn't like she had a choice in this matter. She knows she never had a choice anyways. After all, that girl was irresistible, who is Brittany to deny her? G!P HotNerd!Brittany, Popular!Santana

Pairing: Brittany, Santana

Rating: M

Words: 9k+

"You and your dad think you're both so sneaky." My mom says as she enters the kitchen, her boots clinking against the cold tires as I peer up at her through my book.

Confused, I close the text and stare at her. "Sorry?" I ask, wondering what she meant.

She rolls her eyes, crosses her arms together and frowns at me. "Santana and her gifts? Really?"

I gulp and avoid her eyes, nibbling on my lower lip nervously as I play with the spine of my History book. She wasn't supposed to find out. "I couldn't just throw it away." I try reasoning, sighing when my mom shakes her head at me in disappointment. "If it makes you feel any better, she only gave me two things and that's it."

She leans back on the sink and narrows her eyes on me. "What would make me feel better is if you'd not have any kind of interaction with her at all." She corrects me, pointing a finger. "Just wait for y'our dad, he's going to hear it from me so bad." She grunts, sticking her tongue out at me as I chuckle. "He ain't getting no pussy from me either."

I throw my hands up to cover my ears as I slide out of the stool and walk away from her, groaning. "Oh god, I didn't have to hear that." I whine, peeking back at her as she laughs.

I'm just about to reach the staircase when the doorbell rings. My eyebrows furrow together as I take a step towards it before my mom's skidding out of the kitchen, pointing a finger at me to stop. My lips crack into an amusing smile as I watch her eye me with caution.

"Don't even think about getting near that door." She hisses, making me laugh.

I cock my hip to the side and grin. "Okay, and who is going to open the door?" I ask in my humming voice, twirling a lock of hair in between my fingers.

She shrugs her shoulders, smirking. "Leave it." She smoothly replies, causing my jaw to drop.

"You cannot be serious." I say, narrowing my eyes on her.

She taps her chin and nods again. "Yup, I'm dead serious, no one's opening the door—" she clucks her tongue and walks near the stairs, craning her head to the side as she screams, "—as in no one, Carl, if you go out and you stay out."

I can almost imagine my dad hopelessly close the master bedroom's door and sulk to his bed. Dad grew to like seeing Santana doing these sweet gestures to me, he thinks it's amusing and he understands where she's coming from because he used to do that when Mom was pissed at him. So in other words, he's helping the sad wolf.

Mom brings her attention back to me and holds her hips in a highly manner. "You heard me, Britty, if someone opens that damn door—you know what's coming." She taunts with a perfectly raised eyebrow, daring me to move as she walks back inside the kitchen and turns on the stove.

I roll my eyes and take one step on the stairs, biting my lower lip nervously as I stare at the closed front door. Grunting, I mentally slap myself and walk the whole way up to my room, locking it shut as I jump on my bed.

Flicking through my messages on my phone, I suddenly stop at the inbox I have of Santana and I. Her last text to me was during that awful night; well the last text came from me but still—whatever. I growl and grit my teeth together, exiting the app as I scroll through my photos, scowling when I realize most of them are of Santana or Santana and I together.

A knock on my bedroom door stops me from ripping my phone's wires out of its mechanical data. I face the now open crack and smile when my dad enters with a pout on his face. Seriously, he could be the mother of this family. "Hey Dad, what's up?" I greet him, giggling as he ruffles his messy blonde hair.

"Your mom." He replies, jutting out his lower lip. "She didn't let me touch her."

My jaw drops and I grab the pillow behind me, throwing it directly towards him as he snickers and runs out of my room with fast steps. Mom probably dared him to say that just so he can have his way with her, oh god, gross.

I stick my tongue out in disdain when something catches my eye. I look out to my balcony's window and gasp when it starts to rain, and a heavy one too. I run to look out and sigh when I see Santana standing by the porch, hugging her body tightly as she starts to get really wet.

And no, not in a wanky way.

My staring contest with her limp figure gets blurry when my window starts to fog. I try to wipe it away with the hem of my sleeve but it just gets worse. What's more confusing is the fact Santana's still out there, not moving at all. I shake my head and push myself away from the sight of her, pacing around my room with my fingers holding my chin. I should probably text her, tell her to go away before she gets a really bad cold. Maybe I'll call Quinn and tell her to pick Santana up—oh who am I kidding? I don't even have Quinn's number.

Chewing on my lower lip, I go back to the window and slap my face when Santana's still standing there, head ducked down.

I may not like her right now, but that doesn't mean I'm a complete bitch. So with a frustrating groan, I run out of my room, grab the umbrella we keep in the stacks and hurriedly walk to Santana's side. I'm panting as droplets of rain hits some portions of my body. I cannot believe she stayed under this cold weather for that long, well—I guess I can say the same for myself since I slept through the rain during that night. I cover Santana's body with the umbrella and shiver when I realize I gave her more space underneath.

She slowly looks up at me and I notice her face drenched with not only the rain, but with tears as well.

Averting my eyes, I clear my throat. "Here, you can borrow." I huff, licking my lips as I scrunch my nose up when I feel my back getting damp. I'm about to turn away and leave her with the umbrella she blindly took in her own tan fingers when she grabs my wrist and spins me around, making me slip due to the wet ground and accidentally clutch to her sides, our faces getting close to each other.

Santana stares deeply into my eyes, and I want nothing more than to get—the hell— away from her. So, I grit my teeth and close my eyes, removing myself from her piercing gaze. "Let go." I hiss, clenching my fists.

She chuckles lowly and it pisses me off. "I would, but I'm not holding you." she whispers, nudging my cheek with her nose as I discover the fact that I'm actually holding her and not vice versa, so I push her off me and gulp when the rain hits my entire body. Santana's eyes widen and she goes to bring the umbrella under me again but I hold a hand up to stop her.

Guess I'm getting sick again and for the same reason too.

"Don't—" I plead, shaking my head, as my blonde hair gets heavy with how damp it's becoming. "Just go, Santana—please." I sigh, wiping some water out of my cheeks as I spin on my toes and walk back inside my house, ignoring the way I see my parents peeking from the kitchen door.

"Britt," Santana says in a soft voice, and even through this tough weather, I can still hear her clearly.

I wait for her to say something, but no, she doesn't let anything else come out of her mouth. So I deflate my shoulders in disappointment and close my door, locking it shut. My head falls on the mahogany wooden piece that's separating me from seeing Santana's face and I choke out a sob.

"You're sick?" Rachel asks in disbelief, eyes going wide as I sneeze on the tissue she handed over to me a minute ago. "Again?" she adds, cracking an amusing smile. "I'm starting to think you have job working with sick people or something." She hums jokingly, making Mike chuckle beside her.

"I'm pretty sure she's been dancing under the rain." Mike joins in, winking at Rachel as she nods at his words, not stopping the giggle that comes out of her mouth.

I roll my eyes at them playfully and crumple up my roll of snot, throwing it away as I smile when it hits the bin perfectly. "P-Please," I slur, clearing my throat as I feel my head throbbing. "I'm just—not feeling well lately."

Rachel frowns, not believing me. "You could always tell us, you know."

Mike gulps and looks away, scratching the back of his neck. "U-Uh, yeah."

Brown eyes narrow on Mike and I—and soon, Rachel gasps, pointing a finger at both of us. "You told Mike and not me?" she asks, sounding hurt as I blush shyly. Rachel shakes her head disapprovingly and whines. "That's so unfair, why does Mike get to know but I can't?"

I smile weakly at her and take a sip from my hot chocolate. "Because he's my best friend?" I try, smirking.

Rachel frowns, crossing her arms together. "I'm your best friend too you know." She tells me, clucking her tongue.

"But Mike kind of figured it out himself." I say, shrugging my shoulders. "So, I didn't really tell him anything, I just added some information."

Her eyes gleam as she starts to clap her hands together. "Oh—can I guess then?" she asks, grinning from ear to ear, causing Mike to chuckle.

"You can, but you'll never guess it." He replies with a teasing grin, taking a swig of his drink.

Rachel pouts and juts her chin to Mike. "If that's the case, why don't you tell us why you've been ignoring us then?" she asks in a singsong voice, arching an eyebrow as I nod my head, wondering how I could forget about that.

Mike smirks and places down his cup, crouching forward as he makes us lean in close. "So remember that whole me being removed from Captainship issue?" he starts slowly, making us hum in acknowledgement. He sighs and ruffles his spiky hair. "Well, I talked to Coach and Noah, try to get what's going on and they said not to worry I was just demoted to co-captain, only—Noah got the higher position."

I roll my eyes, pouting at my poor best friend. "We all know who's the better player, though." I sigh, making Mike smile at me in appreciation.

"Not to Coach's eyes anymore. So I got really scared." He says, wrinkling his face together. "I was scared they'd do shit to you that's way worse than what they usually do in a regular basis, so, I made a deal with them and they said if I stayed away from you guys for a while, they won't bully you and the glee club. And also, as long as I let Noah freely be captain and I still go out and play my best." He ends, with a few hand gestures, my jaw dropping.

"That's it?" I ask, furrowing my eyebrows. "No wonder I didn't get any slushies last week—"

"—and any other week," Rachel adds with a tap on her nose, making us chuckle.

"But yeah, I'm really sorry guys, I just needed some alone time first." Mike says with a small smile, scrunching his face up. "I didn't mean to come off as rude."

Rachel waves him off and returns the smile with a grin. "It's okay, you've done a lot for Britt and I, if anything, we should help you get your role back."

I nod my head with a firm look. "Yeah, what does it take to be Captain again?" I ask, leaning down on my elbows as Mike throws his head back and laughs.

"Seriously, I don't care about that anymore. I'm co-captain and they swore to not bully you so I'm good." He replies, winking at us as I see Rachel blushing, making me arch an eyebrow at her curiously. She seems oddly flattered.

I lean back on my chair and play with my straw. "You sure? Don't you need it for your scholarship to LA though?" I hum in wonder.

Mike shakes his head, "Not really, as long as I show them how I play, they don't care if I'm Captain or not anymore." He replies, puffing out his chest. "And it makes me happier that they didn't pick Noah for the scholarship."

Rachel giggles and claps her hands. "Good, Noah kind of sucks." She says flatly, making Mike smile at her with this hidden meaning in it.

I hold my hand up and fight back a smirk. "No way," I breathe, staring at both of them with a glint in my eyes as they stare at me confusingly. "I'm not stupid." I tell them, nibbling on my lower lip as I continue to stifle my giggles. "I did not see this coming." I go on, pointing to both of them.

Rachel's eyes widen and Mike's jaw drops, the heat flushing to their cheeks as I grin and stand up, leaving them to have their moment as I go back to the cashier to get a refill on my drink like I always do.

"It's graduation next week."

My eyes go wide as I look up from my book inside the library, shock to see the one and only Quinn Fabray, standing in front of me whilst hugging her folder, a bold look in her hazel eyes.

"Uh—Uh, sorry?" I reply, unsure.

She pulls out the seat in front of me and sits down, placing her things by the side as she rests her chin on top of her intertwined fingers, almost professional looking. Way too mature of her to act like in such a young age.

"It's graduation next week." She repeats, her lips forming into a straight line as I try to read her, which is hard—even harder than the book I was just deciphering right now; no pun intended.

I nod my head slowly and tilt my head to the side to look past her, only seeing the librarian sleeping soundly in her master chair. I move my eyes back to Quinn and now she's arching an eyebrow at me. "I know that, I am a senior here." I reply dumbly, wanting nothing more than to slap myself in the face.

Quinn chuckles, amused by my words, and leans back, drumming her fingers on the table as silence fills us.

She breaks it by bringing up something I didn't want to really think about lately. "You'll be out of this town as soon as graduation ends."

I nibble on my lower lip and gulp. "And how do you know that?" I stammer, biting my tongue to control myself. Even if I've grown used to Santana, I'm still a nerd loser that can't help but stutter in front of one of the most popular girls of this school. "I—I mean, how—"

Quinn smirks and lets out a sigh. "I know because you got your acceptance letter from NYU the other day." She says, more like states, nodding her head to me approvingly. "And if you ask how I know that too, it's because I checked the list of accepted NYU students and you're part of it—" she hums, licking her lips. "—and so am I." She ends, winking at me as I feel my eyes snapping up to connect with hers.

"Y-You're going to NYU?" I ask her, mouth open in shock as she rolls her eyes playfully.

"Yes, And there's that registration interview all of us have after our graduation right? So that's answers your other question as to why I know you're off to New York." She smoothly tells me, flattening out her hands on the mahogany table. "So congrats, and I'm really excited to see you around campus."

I let a smile grace my lips when something dawns on me. The real reason why she came to me inside the library, why she brought up NYU, graduation, and leaving Ohio. I bite my lip and let myself open up to her,

"Where is Santana going?" I ask in a small voice, trying to make it seem like I'm still pissed at her, but now I just don't care.

She folds her arms over her chest and licks her lips. "She's not sure yet."

I squint my eyes and feel my shoulders deflating. "D-Did she not get into any college?" I ask, and I can't help but feel deep worry for my past crush.

Quinn shakes her head. "She got accepted to a few schools," she starts, glancing at me shortly. "None of which are located in New York."

I nod, gulping. "Which schools are they?"

I know why she's doing this. There's probably no one else in this school besides Santana and Quinn that know about the future Santana's going to take, and I can tell in Quinn's hazel eyes that she knows I'm curious to where my past lover will be going to, ever since mostly, everyone got their responding letters already. Quinn was nice enough to keep me sane about this.

"One in Louisville—"

"—her cheerleading scholarship." I blurt, blushing when Quinn grins at me with her amusing face, almost shocked to know that I know.

She chuckles and licks her lips. "Yes, and another in Maryland, UC, and lastly, UCLA." She lists off of her fingers, waggling them up at me. "And she's going to Louisville for the Cheerleading assessment just in case she picks that school."

"When?" I find myself asking.

"The day after graduation too." She whispers, smiling sadly at me as I feel my heart dropping for some odd reason. "I know you guys are in some rocky mess," she says, shaking her head. "I can tell because Santana's been horrible lately, drinking tons of beverages, breaking the toilets with tissue rolls and not making us jog even a mile? She's just as broken as you are—"

I grit my teeth and hiss at her, our eyes widening at my unusual behavior. I clear my throat and close my eyes for a second. "Y-You can't just come here and say that, you don't know what she did to me." I huff, poking my chest hard. "She broke me and you don't have any right to tell me that she's just as broken as I am."

Quinn sucks in her lips and exhales. "I get it, she did something wrong." There was a flash in her eyes that I couldn't read. "But there's a reason for everything." She tells me, almost giving me a hint as I rub my forehead in frustration.

"Then why wont she tell me?" I ask back at her, frowning deeply when I let out a forced laugh. "I mean, she's been trying to talk to me, apologize, fix things but she never wants to talk about why she dumped me."

The girl in front of me gathers her things and moves to stand up, turning to me with a sad smile on her lips. "Maybe it's something hard to explain." She tries, shrugging her shoulders. "Maybe," she says again, clucking her tongue. "Maybe there's a consequence to her actions, we'll never know."

"But I want to know," I groan, fighting the tears. "so badly," I add, shaking my head.

Quinn hums and pushes the chair back under the table, cocking her hip to the side. "If it means anything to you, Santana never really did it because she wanted to play your feelings or something, it was far from that. She actually cares about you very much, Brittany."

The bell rings and I ignore her as I gather my things quicker than she did and walk past her, not intending to bump her as I mumble a fast sorry and hurry to the bathrooms, stopping when I come across Santana by her lockers.

Her eyes are deadly black, zoning in on me as I bite my lip and turn my head away form her, kicking the doors open as I lock myself inside a cubicle and cry.

"I'm really glad we're just like, a few blocks away from our schools." Rachel beams, jumping on her toes as I send her a bashful smile, closing my locker.

"I know, I'm really happy you got into NYADA, you deserve it." I tell her, winking as she blushes at my words.

Rachel tucks a lose strand of hair behind her ear and grins. "Thanks, Britt. I couldn't have done it without you."

I quirk an eyebrow and pout. "But I didn't do anything?" I ask in wonder, tapping my chin.

Rachel giggles and rolls her eyes at me playfully, nudging my arm as we walk towards Mike's class. "Just for like, sticking by, you know? I didn't expect to have friends as soon as I transferred and I'm really glad you and Mike where there for me all the way." She says in one breath, hooking our arms together as I smile.

"Then, you're welcome." I joke, causing her to slap my arm playfully as we come to a stop when Marley stands before us. I wave shyly at her and she smirks.

"Hey Britt, Rachel." She greets us, holding a ton of stuff in her hands as I go to help her but she shakes her head. "It's okay, I got it."

Rachel clears her throat and shrugs her shoulders up. "Where are you heading to?" she asks, and I can tell by the tone of her voice she doesn't want to stay anywhere near this girl, which I don't understand because Marley is such a sweetheart.

The blue-eyed cheerleader grins and juts her chin to the door behind us. "Coach Sue wants me to stack all our contracts for this year." She explains, balancing the box on her left arm. "Plus some tapes of our new try-out girlies."

I smile and peer at the things on her hands. "That's cool, are they from junior high?"

She nods and licks her lips. "Yup, we've got some new fresh meat, next year's going to be a great year." She says with a proud voice, winking at me as she glides away, saying something about how she needs to hurry because its heavy.

And I remember that Marley's just a year younger than me and wont be heading to college just like the rest of us, which is a bummer. She'd be great in college. "I'm going to miss her." I say, giggling when Rachel rolls her eyes at me.

"How can you? She smells like evil." She hisses, cringing a bit as I hold in my snort. Rachel is so ridiculously funny; it makes weird noises come out of my mouth.

"You don't judge a book by its cover, Rachel." I scold her in a light tone, waving at Mike as he approaches us with a big smile.

Rachel frowns and shakes her head. "I'm pretty sure I can judge her by cover, Britt." She jokes, blushing as Mike engulfs her in a big hug that leaves me rolling my eyes at them. How did I not see this coming? I swear.

Mike sets Rachel down and waggles his eyebrows. "Excited for tonight?" he asks, swaying his hips to some imaginary song.

I chuckle and tilt my head to the side. "And what's happening tonight?" I ask, very confused as I spot Rachel ducking her chin, hiding her flustered cheeks.

Mike turns to me and scratches the back of his neck, coughing lightly. "Er—Sorry, that was meant for Rachel." He mumbles, his cheeks bunching up cutely. "I—We, uh—"

Rachel cuts in and clears her throat, fiddling with her fingers nervously. "Mike and I—we, we have a date tonight." She confesses, glancing at him shyly as he nods his head.

My jaw drops and I smack both of them on their arms, gasping. "What? No way—" I say, not fighting the smug grin on my lips. "Are you serious?"

Mike nods again and it makes Rachel laugh for some weird reason. "I—We want to celebrate our acceptance letters." He says, puffing out his chest before his shoulders slowly deflate. "And also a promise date kind of thing,"

Rachel sighs sadly. "It's kind of depressing to think we liked each other only a few days ago, now we have to deal with distance problems." she groans, rubbing her forehead. "We don't know if we want to take this seriously or not, so—uh, we're talking about it later."

"Yeah, sorry Britt, but we could have another dinner altogether some other time?" Mike suggests, bringing two thumbs up as I giggle.

"Of course guys, you have fun later, make it last!" I tease, waving them goodbye as I exit the school doors and walk towards my car, stopping briefly as the field comes to view and I see Santana slumping down on the bleachers, not minding her fellow cheerleaders as she opens a big tub of milk and downs it. My eyes go wide when she wipes her dripping chin and grabs another can, and this time it's juice—before choking and throwing up, leaving a disgusting combo of milk, juice, and some weird chunks of oreo –god, I don't even want to see that.

Quinn shouts at Santana and whips the containers out of her hands, throwing them away as she commands a cheerio to grab the mop in the bathroom. Santana flips her off and pulls out a bottle of alcohol from inside her duffel bag, making Quinn gasp as she snatches it from her hands and points an accusing finger at her.

"Santana, if Coach Sue finds you drinking alcohol—you're getting expelled! Graduation is already next week, can't you wait?" I hear her scolding the Latina, shaking her head in disappointment.

Santana flips her off with a hand and goes to grab her things, throwing it over her shoulder as she walks out of the field and towards—shit, towards the parking lot. My eyes go wider as I run to my car and climb inside, ducking down to hide my figure as I continue to watch her drag her messed up body out of the lot. My eyebrows furrow together as I think of something,

Is she seriously walking home like that?

Shit, she could get run over!

Fuck, am I really going to do this?

I roll my eyes and turn on the engine of my car, stepping on the pedal as I speed my way to Santana who's stumbling on her two feet, nearly falling on the road as I stop by her side. Her body half lands on my car and I roll the window down. She peers in and her eyes are half-closed, a sarcastic chuckle coming out of plump lips.

"Didn't I tell you I was walking home, Q?" she hisses, blinking a couple of times before her jaw drops at the sight of me in the driver seat, and not Quinn. She clears her throat, opens and closes her mouth a couple of times before sighing. "I—I'm sorry, I'll just go—" she points to some direction as she tries to push herself to a better standing position, only tripping and falling to her knees.

I curse and kick my door open, immediately running to Santana's side as I grab her waist and hook her arm over my shoulder, bringing her up as I struggle to open the passenger side. I bring her body into a comfortable position as I place the seatbelt over her and jog back to the driver's seat. I close the door and peel away, going to the direction of Santana's house.

The drive is kind of silent, if not for her random burps and hurls from time to time. At one point, I was going to stop and let her vomit outside of my car but she keeps telling me it's wont be coming out.

"C-Congrats." Santana slurs, whipping her head to face me with a lop-sided grin. "Y-You're going'z to NYU!" she giggles loudly, flapping her arms around. "I'm soo proud of you, Quinny's there too and some other bitches and shit, you're going to rock NYC, Britt." She coos, shoulders shaking in happy laughter.

I nod my head slightly and halt on a stop light, taking a peek at her when I feel the air leave my lungs all of a sudden. Santana's crying, and she's a sobbing mess.

"L-Like, why the fuck didn't I ask where you were going to college?" she berates herself, clucking her tongue as the tears don't stop flowing. "I could've went to New York too so I could see you or stalk you or something—"

I couldn't help but smile at that.

"—Maybe try to get into NYU myself but we all know that's impossible." She says, rolling her eyes as she chuckles, staring deeply into my eyes. "It just sucks how I only have a week of seeing you and that's it, I just get to see you."

My eyes drop down and I feel myself frowning. "Y-Yeah." It was the first thing I said and I can feel Santana's aura picking up at my response, almost like she's happy I even acknowledged her words.

"I really, really miss you, Britt." Santana chokes out, rubbing her cheeks, trying to get the tears to dry. "I miss you so fucking much, I even had to ask JBI to interview you on your future goals just so I can see your face moving on screen, because I miss your face and your voice." She stammers, shaking her head as I nibble on my lower lip.

No wonder he was so persistent with that damn microphone.

The stoplight turns green and I drive a corner towards Santana's house, stopping briefly when we stop by Anna's, memories of that house with Santana and I inside of there filling my brain as I let out a small exhale.

"Anna's at Mexico." Santana gurgles, poking the window as if she was touching the house. "It's sad she left right after you got mad at me about the bet." She says, pouting at me. "I like totally needed someone besides Quinn."

I continue to drive forward, finally ending up in front of her house. I turn to Santana and smile at her weakly, forcing it out. "Here we are," I say in a monotone voice, eyeing her homely abode where most of our moments happened. I avert my gaze to her neighbor's house and feel myself blushing. That pool, though.

Santana takes a deep breath and leans close to me. "Do you want to go in and watch a movie with me?" she asks bluntly, her head lolling from side to side.

I shake my head slowly. "I don't think that's such a good idea." I say, gulping hard as I click the door button to unlock. "Bye San."

Her eyes soon water again and she's crying a fountain. "Oh—Oh—You called me San." She stutters, smacking her head with a closed fist. "I thought I'd never hear you call me that again."

"Please go," I tell her, facing away from her as I concentrate on my fingers tapping on the steering wheel.

She smirks at me and waggles her eyebrows. "Not unless you watch a movie with me."

I grit my teeth together and hiss. "It's either you go inside your house because I'm nice enough to bring you home or I walk home, Santana." I growl, shaking my head at her in annoyance.

Santana scoffs and scrunches her face up. "Whatever, just don't go talking with Marley again like you did a while ago."

"What? I'm just going to follow you? You don't control me, Santana." I grunt, crossing my arms over the other. "And besides, Marley's a lot more sweeter and nicer and better than you ever were." I tell her harshly, venom dripping down my voice when I feel my body stiffening.

Santana's eyes stop tearing up and her mouth opens slightly, there's pain evident in her features, almost like's she's so very hurt by my words. It's like she's telling me how could you say that? or you really think of me that way? And it's confusing me because why does it hurt to think of Marley in that manner when ever since I met Santana, Marley has been nothing but sweet to me?

Clearing her throat, Santana's suddenly calm and pose as she opens the door and climbs out, adjusting the straps of her backpack as she glances at me briefly. There's no reaction on her face as she clucks her tongue and nods her head at me. "Thanks for the ride."

And before I could process whatever the hell just happened, Santana's inside her home and I'm driving away.

"My baby girl is graduating." My dad sobs, cupping my cheeks as I roll my eyes at him playfully, giggling lightly at his state.

My mom runs inside the living room in only her bra and I have to scowl as she holds up a crop top and a blouse. "Slutty or Not-ty?" she asks, worry etch in her face for some odd reason. It's not like she has to impress anyone, she has Dad for god's sake.

Dad taps his chin and points at her bra-clad body. "Hot mommy." He says, winking at my mom as she grins and winks back, making me want to throw up. My dad chuckles and points back at the blouse. "Definitely the not-ty, don't want any dilfs staring at what's mine."

I arch an eyebrow at him. "Did you just say dilf?" I ask, frowning as I stick my tongue out in disgust. "Can we go before I miss my own graduation?" I laugh, already walking out of the front door as mom and dad rushes around like children. God, it's my graduation, no biggie.

During the car ride to my school, the only thing I could think about was Santana. Why? Because unlike me, who have amazing parents, an awesome picture-taking inside the house and great conversations, Santana's probably at her lonely house, waking up to no one, wearing the Academic dress and hat by herself, smiling to no picture taking and walking to school all alone. Shit, she's walking to school today—I'm pretty sure Quinn wont stop by to pick her up. I hold my hand out and point to a corner, getting curious looks from my parents.

"Can we please stop by Santana's?" I ask, giving my mom a pointed look as she frowns at me. "Don't ask, just go please? It's right there."

When we reach Santana's house and I'm nervously knocking on her door, I'm greeted by the sight of Anna opening it with a shocked smile. "Hola Brittany."

"A-Anna," I breathe, blinking a couple of times. "Hi," I wave at her awkwardly and she giggles.

"If you're wondering where Santana is, she's changing upstairs, do you want to wait for her?" she asks me with a proud smile, probably happy that she's celebrating this moment with Santana as I slowly shake my head, declining her offer. I bend down to pluck a small flower from her front yard and give it to Anna.

"Tell her good luck and congrats?" I barely even know what I'm saying anymore as Anna smirks up at me like she knows something and nods, taking it from my lithe fingers. I hug her goodbye and walk back to my parent's car, ignoring my mom's lecture the entire way to school.

Little do I know, as soon as Anna's presenting the flower to Santana, she's crying all over again.

Time runs by so fast when you're graduating, you say hi to people, hug classmates, make inside jokes with students you've been classmates with since kindergarten and it's all so funny because just yesterday, we didn't want to get to know any of the other, but now, not it feels like we regret every moment of bullying and hurting.

Of wasting time.

So when Quinn walks up to me and brings me in for a hug, I hug her back just as tight. She lets go and winks at me. "I can't wait to see you in NYU, Brittany." She says, waving at a few friends as she leaves me with a sobbing Rachel, who I think shouldn't cry as much because she only transferred this year.

I see Santana amidst the crowd of seniors, not even fighting the smile off my lips as I spot the small white flower attached to her ear when she smiles at something one of her cheerio friends tell her, her brown eyes shining that brightness she lost months ago. She feels my gaze and turns to me, her nose scrunching up as she waves at me cutely. And don't be mad at me because I'm feeling super sentimental right now, but I couldn't help grin, wave back and wink at her as I take my seat, not missing the way her blush flutters across her tan cheeks.

"Please sit down." Our principal says, and again, time's so fast that we're already on that segment where we hand over the diplomas. But there's something I have to do that I've been planning, and writing, and practicing for days.

My Valedictorian speech.

"Before we begin, we'd like to call upon Brittany Susan Pierce, this batch's Valedictorian, to start and end us with words of her own." He smiles and I'm shocked by the amount of claps I receive from the entire hall. It's really different now, it's not about who's higher in the social ladder, no, it's about us as equals.

I stand up shyly and groan when I hear my mom hollering and my dad woofing like animals where they sit on the bleachers. I climb up the steps and take a deep breath, scanning my surroundings. I chuckle and accept the microphone being given to me and in the first time in years, I feel higher than I've ever been, even greater than Noah.

"Thanks Principal Figgins," I start off politely, earning a nod from him. I grab the paper I've written my speech on and unfold it, flashing a bright smile. "Honestly, I didn't expect I'd be standing here in front of all of you now, I mean, I worked hard to be where I am today but I couldn't have done it without any of you." I receive weird looks but a shock face from Rachel as I quote her. "Why? Because each of you has done something to make me who I am today, actually each one of us inspires the other in ways we don't know. Like when Noah gave my first slushy, it made me stronger." I couldn't believe I was saying this to the whole student body but it felt great, it was my last time to do this and I'll end it with a bang. And it's awesome to see Noah's eyes go wide in horror. "Or how Mike told me to never lose hope." He smiles, intertwining his fingers with Rachel. "Or how Rachel who just came into this school, made me know that making friends is as easy as pie." I earn a few laughs and Rachel rolls her eyes at me. "It can be JBI—" I gulp, forcing myself to not sound too cheeky. "—who taught me the ways of hard journalism, that everything's as tough as it goes. Then, to Artie, that sometimes a friend can stab you in the back." The wheelchair boy gasps, earning a smug smirk from Mike as he winks at my direction, thankful. "Next we have Tina, who shows to everyone that there are many cheaters in the world and we need to be careful." Tina glares at me and I laugh. "You see this batch of people are shaping us to who we are and who we're going to be. Each one of us are affected because like it or not, we are one." I smile through my words and fight off the tears as I go on. "Let's not forget how Quinn Fabray showed me that even those who you think is out to get you, are actually one of the few people who might care about you the most." Quinn raises her hand and gets a lot of laughs.

I'm just nearing the end of my speech as I take a deep breath. This wasn't meant to be part, I wasn't supposed to add her into this, but I couldn't help myself, she helped me through every path of my life. Ever since kindergarten, and she didn't even know it.

"And lastly, to Santana Lopez," I meet her brown eyes as she stares deeply into mine. "For teaching me how to fall in love, defend myself when someone gangs up on me, made me believe that I am truly beautiful, and for being that one person I know, become the biggest treasure of my life. I wouldn't be here today if it weren't for you, and—" I clear my throat, sucking my lips in. "I love you."

The gym goes quiet as everyone's head turns to the Latina, whose eyes are wide and her mouth open agape. There are tears starting on the corner of her eyelids as I wipe my face to clear any droplets. "Going on," I cut in, but still, a few are staring at Santana, wondering what the hell I'm saying. "I thank the teachers too for sticking up to our rebellious acts. I thank Mrs. Jones for being the second mother of my life." She claps at me, smiling proudly. "And lastly, I just thank you McKinley High School Batch 2015! It's an amazing journey with you all and I can't wait to see where the future will lead us all, to us!" I cheer, raising a fist as they all shout and throw their hands in the air as well. "To us!" I repeat, grabbing the end of my hat as I throw it upwards, signaling a lot of them to do so.

Soon, diplomas are being given away; I got my award from Mrs. Jones after my speech and received flowers from the faculty. Now, I am currently sitting on my chair, avoiding the intense gaze from behind me as I can tell its coming from Santana.

No matter if she broke my heart or not, I cannot say I don't love her because I do, and if this really is the last time I'll ever see her, why not set everything out on the table?

We're now hugging, saying our goodbyes and taking our pictures with anybody we get the chance with. It's the first time a lot of people wanted to take a picture with me and I feel so flattered. Time does run by so fast, and as soon as I get my family picture with my parents, someone's tapping my back. I face the person and smile when I see its Anna. She engulfs me in a hug and lets go after a second.

"That was the sweetest thing I've ever heard in my entire life." She whispers softly, mentioning my speech as I blush. "You don't know how lucky Santana is to have you." And it also seems like Santana hasn't told Anna about our big fight.

I force a smile when said person of our conversation walks up to me and lets out a breathe of fresh air. She nibbles on her lower lip and smiles weakly at me. "Your speech was beautiful." She tells me in a low voice, and in the corner of my eye, I see my parents stomping their way over to me but luckily, Anna's distracting them now.

"Thank you." I reply shyly, tucking a lose strand of hair behind my ear. "It was hard at first, I didn't know what to say but—but I got there." I stammer, avoiding her eyes when I feel her soft fingers touching my skin, tilting my chin up so we could hold our gazes. And god, I hate and love her eyes.

"You were amazing." She goes on, giggling lightly. "I literally cried—and—" she gulps licking her lips. "Did you mean what you said?" she asks, uncertain.

Slowly, I nod my head, sighing when I feel her hands cup my cheeks and caress them smoothly. "Every word," I exhale, sucking in my breath when I feel her presence closer.

"You know," she chuckles, nudging her nose with mine as I let a smile grace my lips. "You just like, confessed your love to me in front of the whole school." She teases, eyeing me with an intense stare. "When I thought you didn't love me anymore."

And this was the hard part.

I grab her fingers and let her let go of my face, bringing them down to waist level as I wring our digits together, a worried expression haunting her face.

"Santana, I do love you. I did say I meant every word but," I gulp, tilting my head to the side. "But I don't want to be with you."

Santana's hands drop from mine and she takes a step back, almost like my touch stings her. And no, she can't do that to me, not when I've done something to try and fix us but she's here being such a coward. "What?" she hisses, clucking her tongue.

I sigh and rub my forehead. "I need to get away from you," I continue, peeking at her through my hands that start to cover my face. "I think we need space. And, New York is the perfect reason why. I don't know if you're off to Louisville—"

"I was going to UCLA, but I decided to just go with you to New York after I heard your speech, don't you want us to be together?" she asks, exasperated.

I take her fingers with mine and grip them tightly, not wanting her to think badly of me. "Santana, don't do that—it's great that you're going to UCLA, I'm proud of you, but don't follow me." I beg, closing my eyes for a second. "We need to give each other space. I'm going to concentrate on my studies and I don't want our messed up relationship to keep us from being happy. We're broken San, and we need a break." I explain to her, stopping the sobs.

Santana whimpers. "B-But I love you, Britt."

My heart hammers inside my chest at having to hear that from her, for the first time in forever, I felt so complete and happy. She loves me back.

"And I can't do without you, can you not see that? I'm shit, without you, I fucking drink like crazy and do things that'll get me sent to jail if I wasn't a high school underage student." She growls, throwing her hands in the air to emphasize it. "I need you in my life."

"Santana, as much as I want to run away with you, I don't think it's going to solve anything." I huff, clucking my tongue. "For god's sake, you ditched me on our first date for some reason I don't know of, and you expect me not to think you wont do it on our second or third? Maybe tenth? As much as I want to take the risk with you, I'm not ready, not now."

"Brittany I ditched you because someone was threatening me to reveal your secret about your—" she comes close, her mouth near my ear "—penis."

I push her away and stare at her. "That's why you didn't show up?" I hiss, gritting my teeth together. "That's why? Oh god, just because someone found out about my dick and wanted to expose it to the school so you didn't go to our date because of that?"

Santana's jaw drops. "I was protecting you."

"Santana—" I grunt, clenching my jaw. "I don't care if the whole student body found out about my penis," I say, shaking my head. "You'd think I'd care if the exchange for that was going to an amazing date with you? Go tell whoever that is to expose my secret and I wouldn't mind because I'm with you and that's all it matters."

"Y-You—How dare you say that what I did was wrong?" she growls, her face hard and stoic. "I did that out of love because shitheads like the jocks were going to make your life a living hell, Britt, and all I get is a I wouldn't care anyways?"

This fight was getting too heated for a graduation day.

"I'm really thankful you did that for me, San." I start off slowly, sighing. "But yes, I wouldn't care anyways because it was the last 3 months of school and our time—our relationship was wasted over that."

Santana hums and chuckles sarcastically. "Maybe next time I should as you what's right or wrong before I think of protecting you form mean shit." she bites bark sharply, steam coming out of her ears before her eyes drop and she's starting to cry again. "Why can't you just see that I love you? And I just want us to start over again?"

I sigh and shake my head. "Not now, not at once after all this when I'm even trying to process it." I shout, waving my hand off. "We need to get away from each other, San."

She whimpers and pleads with me. "Please Britt, don't do this. I love you and you're the only one for me out there, I swear."

I smile sadly at her and cup her cheek, smoothing out her skin as I lean in and kiss her lightly on the lips. God, how I miss those lips of hers. "If we're meant to be, then we'll find each other." I say softly, kissing her again as she moans. "And if it's fate, I'll see you again."

Santana's hands drop down to my waist as she pulls me into a hug. "B-Britt," she sobs, burying her face on the crook of my neck as I sigh. "I love you." she breathes, her voice so broken and lost.

I tighten my hold on her and smile sadly. "I know, I love you too."

"Is that the last of your stuff?" Mike asks as he slams the back hood of the cab shut, waiting outside of my house containing all my suitcases. I nod and adjust the cap on top of my head, fixing it just right.

"That's all." I say, smiling as he wraps Rachel into a hug and gives her a light kiss on the lips. They're staying in Ohio as long as they can before they need to go to do their own registrations and sorting out. Mike's off to LA and Rachel's going to meet up with me in NYC when she leaves Ohio.

I turn to my parents and roll my eyes when I see them crying. I open my arms out to signal a hug and they immediately grab me, sobbing like a bunch of babies. "Oh god, I'll be back for a lot of visits." I tease, wiping the tears out of my mother's face as she pouts at me.

"It's just going to be really weird without our little Britty to tease about sex and stuff." She whines, grabbing at my dad's collar as she whisper to him, "Should we buy a cat and name it Brittany number two?"

Chuckling my dad gives me a proud look. "I'm so proud of you, Britt, you've made us so—"

"—happy—" my mom cries out, blowing her nose on a napkin as I cringe at the sound.

"Thanks—" I get cut off by mom pointing a mad finger at me.

"And you young lady, I'm still mad at you for never mentioning us on your speech—have we not paid for all your expenses?"

Dad nods his head. "Thoroughly disappointed in that."

I roll my eyes and giggle. "You were a part of my speech, I just—got jumbled and forgot to say it."

"Well, how would you feel if we'd forget you?" my mom says, frowning. I chuckle and give them both kisses on the face as I wave goodbye and approach my two best friends by the cab.

"It's not goodbye, Mike." I tease, watching him fight the tears like a man as he whines.

"Damn, I wish I signed up for a scholarship in NYC, you and Rachel are going to be there—why can't I?" he complains, huffing.

I shrug my shoulders. "That's your fault." I joke, earning a slap from him as Rachel grins up at me. "See you in a few days?" I ask, making her nod her head as I lean in and give them a bear-crushing hug.

They go to step beside my parents as I climb inside the cab and sigh sadly; depressed to see—or rather, not see Santana on my last day in Ohio. I thought she'd at least say goodbye to me, I am in a lost love for her after all.

When I'm at the airport, almost heading inside, I'm stop in my tracks when I spot Santana standing by the entrance walls with a sign and a bouquet of flowers on her right hand. I giggle and nibble on my lower lip as I stroll towards her.

Fuck you NYC.

It was written in bold black letters, and I couldn't help myself as I throw my head back and laugh at this sign. I cock my hip to the side and chuckle lowly. "Fuck you NYC?" I ask, arching an eyebrow.

Santana nods cheekily and hands me the flowers on her arms, causing a gasp to escape my lips, as it looks familiar. It's the same bouquet I was supposed to give her on our date. "Yeah, fuck NYC for keeping you away from me." She jokes, licking her lips. "Are you sure I can't come with you? I can buy a plane ticket now."

I roll my eyes and shake my head. "No, San, space remember? And no texting too, we might just fight again, especially since I'm not over the reason why you ditched me on our date. That hurt a lot you know."

Santana sighs and pouts. "I know, I know—but Britt, I wont see you and hear from you? That's a bit too much."

I waggle my finger in front of her, smirking. "Let fate takes its course, alright? For now, we're setting each other free." I say, smiling.

"Dammit, you should stop reading romance books and watching TV, it's infecting your mind with fantasies." She jokes, staring deeply into my eyes as I chew on my lower lip. "I guess, I'll see you soon?"

"I really hope so." I reply, giggling lightly.

"You're really going to make me work my ass to get you back, huh?" she sighs, a small smirk evident on her lips.

I grin toothily and hum, tapping my chin. "I might just get a girl while I'm there."

Santana gasps and I clutch my stomach to stop laughing. "You wouldn't dare."

"I would, so you have a lot of working to do."

Santana grins and tilts her head to the side. "In that case, since I wont be buying that ticket," she hums, flipping the cardboard sign.

I love you,

Sighing out of love, I roll my eyes at her. "I love you too." I breathe, licking my lips. "So much."

4 years later,

High school journey is over for them! Brittany wants to get away from Santana for a while.

Wonder what happens? Where will they be?

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