This is written just after watching the newest episode of Glee. Do not read if you don't want spoilers for the "Purple Piano Project". I personally didn't enjoy the episode, especially the Santana portions, but oh well. So here it is, and remember to review please!
#13: Porcelian Heart
Artist: Barlow Girl
Santana smiled down at her pristine Cheerio's uniform, brushing off imaginary dust and loving the familiar feeling of the uniform on her skin. She knew that she was back on top, and that the summer had helped her to remember that her popularity was important to her, and that if she was going to make it through this year, she would have to get back on top. So she did, and now she was the Co-Captain of the Cheerios. She'd rather be the Captain, but at least she was near the top, and she wasn't planning on letting it slide this time.
She also knew that she'd get more of a chance to hang out with Britt this year. They had barely spent time together this summer. Britt had been a counsellor at Camp Dancypants, and she'd been gone most of the summer. They had seen each other three or four times, and then they had just acted like friends, nothing more. Santana had been relieved that they could even be friends still, and tried not to ache at the thought of being more. She had to push that out of her head if she was going to stay on top. So she did, that is, until she spotted Brittany again. Then the ache would creep back into her heart, and she'd sigh, working to push it away again. Who ever said having a broken heart was easy?
Then she saw Brittany, and the world tumbled down again. Her heart felt squeezed and tight, like it was trying to milk the last drop of love she had out, so it wouldn't hurt anymore. A part of Santana wished that would happen, so she could move past her best friend. But she knew it wasn't that easy. It never could be. She told herself to suck it up, that she had faced bigger things before, and that this broken heart wasn't any worse than all the others. She knew it was lies, but she told herself them anyway.
Then the unthinkable happened...she was kicked out of Glee Club. She didn't even get mad, or tell Mr. Shcuester off. She simply stood up and walked out, noticing the distinct lack of support she had gotten from anyone, especially Brittany. She continued to walk away, not letting herself feel anything. She slowly moved faster and faster until she was running full tilt down the hall, and into the safety of the Janitor's closet. She locked the door, sunk to the ground and sobbed. She never thought she'd be so sad to be away from that club, but it had been the best part of her day, and even her life. She knew it was her fault, but deep down inside she felt betrayed. Mr. Shue was supposed to know that she loved Glee and she deserved to be in the club. Now she was truly alone in the world once more, abandoned even by the family that she thought had accepted her.
Broken heart one more time
Pick yourself up, why even cry
Broken pieces in your hands
Wonder how you'll make it whole
You know, you pray
This can't be the way
You cry, you say
Something's gotta change
And mend this porcelain heart of mine
Someone said "A broken heart
Would sting at first then make you stronger"
You wonder why this pain remains
Were hearts made whole just to break