A/N: I'm sorry this chapter is a bit short, but it just felt finished. :) And thanks for the reviews, guys! I know I'm not updating as often as I used to, but I hope you still enjoy reading DWTD! :D

Two days later Brittany woke up alone. She instantly missed the warmth of Santana's body snuggled up against her own. No, actually she had been missing it the whole night already. Being fast asleep and all she just hadn't realized it yet. She felt around for a bit, still hoping it wasn't Monday, and Santana wasn't at her own place. Disappointed when that didn't happen she stared up at the ceiling. Next to her head, her phone vibrated and she looked up. Turning to her side she reached for the phone, unlocking its screen with a simple swipe of her thumb. A message popped up and while she read it, she felt a smile tug her lips. Good morning, beautiful. I've missed you… –S

After sending back a quick reply, similar to Santana's text, she got up. She threw her phone back on the bed, walking over to her closet. Her face fell when she saw the Cheerios uniform hanging there, ready to be put on. She still hadn't told Santana about rejoining the cheerleading squad, and she honestly had no idea how the Latina was going to react. There was the option she was hoping for – Santana wouldn't care and all would be good – but there was also one she didn't want to think about. Maybe she immediately should have told Santana the moment they saw each other again last Saturday. Or maybe she shouldn't have let Quinn convince her in rejoining at all.

No. That wasn't how Brittany wanted to live her life. She wanted to be able to make her own decisions, and Quinn was right – if Santana didn't respect that then maybe she wasn't the girl Brittany thought she was. But at the same time, she didn't want to lose Santana. Not now she finally got her.

Brittany sighed. She didn't really have much of a choice, actually. They were required to wear their uniforms at all time, and if she refused to do so, she'd probably get kicked off the team. And knowing Sue Sylvester, she didn't want to risk anything. She put on her uniform, reaching back for the zipper when her phone vibrated again. Turning on her heels she quickly pulled the zipper up, and walked back to her bed. Grabbing the phone she read the incoming text message. Her heart sank. It wasn't from Santana, but from Quinn. Are you still coming to pick me up? With Santana going back to school and stuff… –Q

Another thing Brittany had tried not to think about too much during the weekend. There was no way Santana was going to forgive Quinn for about everything that she'd done. Or rather, hadn't done. All three of them knew Quinn could've done something to stop the bullying, but she chose not to. And as far as Brittany knew, Santana wasn't really a forgiving person like herself. Chewing her lip she tapped the screen. I don't know… I don't want to upset Santana. –B

It took Quinn a few minutes to reply, and by then Brittany was eating cereal. Ignoring Demi's curious glares she opened the message. I understand. I'll see you at school, then. –Q

Brittany frowned. That didn't sound like Quinn at all. Then she shrugged. It didn't really matter if Quinn was being herself or not. What mattered was that she seemed to be understanding – or trying to be. Which was always better than not at all. Okay. See you at school! –B

Thirty minutes later Brittany pulled over in Santana's driveway. She had a nervous feeling in her stomach, but she tried to ignore it the best she could. Playing with the pleats of her cheerleading skirt she eyed Santana's front door. Was she early? She checked the time on her phone. No, she was perfectly in time. Her eyes were glued to the door, and just when she thought Santana wasn't going to come, it opened. Brittany pulled out her phone again, finding out she had been waiting exactly two minutes since she last checked.

Santana tapped the window three times, and Brittany unlocked the door. Santana opened it, stepping in the car. "Hey, Britt. I'm sorry I'm late, I was just –" and then she stopped talking. Her eyes went up and down Brittany's body, but never looking at Brittany's face. She showed no expression, at all. She just looked. And then got out of the car again.

Brittany's shoulders drooped, and she unsuccessfully tried to suppress a sigh. Looking out of the front window she saw how Santana started to walk in the direction of McKinley, not even acknowledging Brittany's presence. The blonde pressed her lips into a tight line, starting the engine. She drove slowly, opening the window of the passenger's seat. Leaning towards the opening a bit she looked at Santana. "Please, get in the car. We're going to be late at this pace."

Santana's face hardened, like she was fighting back tears. It broke Brittany's heart seeing the girl like this, especially because she was the one who caused it. She blinked a few tears away, trying again. "Come on, Santana. Can we talk about this? Please?"

Santana moved, and for a second Brittany thought she was going to do as she asked. But instead the Latina pulled out her phone, and she pretended to be texting. Brittany cringed, sitting back in her seat. She'd rather have Santana yelling at her. She'd rather hear Santana calling her names and go out of her mind from anger than this. Before today, Brittany had never understood why people said it was worse to be ignored than to be yelled at. When people were ignoring you, they couldn't hurt you with vicious words, so it couldn't hurt that bad. Right? So why did it?

Brittany wanted to stop the car and get out. She wanted to grab Santana by the shoulders, look right in her eyes and tell her she was exaggerating. Yes, she rejoined the Cheerios, but if Santana was a good friend she'd be happy for her. And hell, she was so much more than just a friend. They hadn't made anything official yet, but they had been on a date and they were in love. Brittany didn't see why they wouldn't be dating now, but she also didn't want to move too fast. Although right now, they were moving too slow. She couldn't wait forever. Looking at Santana again she tried one more time. "I'm sorry, okay? I should've told you earlier. Don't be mad, please. We can talk about this. Just let me explain..."

Now Santana definitely heard her. She licked her lips, sucking in air. For a moment she stood completely still, then she shook her head and started walking again.

Brittany looked at her. She bit her lip. She blinked a few times. She held back tears. And then she stepped on the gas.

The day went by in a blur. Immediately when Brittany stepped into the building Quinn materialized at her side, and stayed there for the rest of the day. They didn't speak while Quinn guided Brittany to her classes, and for the first time in her life, Brittany felt like she didn't have to explain herself to Quinn. Maybe she was a good friend after all.

After a full day of avoiding Santana – and being avoided by Santana – Brittany was surprised to see the Latina sitting on the bleachers during Cheerios practice. For the rest of the hour she was completely distracted, and messed up several routines. Coach Sylvester got pissed at her, and some of the Cheerios too. They didn't say anything, though. They just shot her angry glares, and those were easy to ignore. When practice was over and Coach shouted, "Hit the showers," Brittany walked lingered in the gym. Her eyes met Santana's, and she stepped a bit closer. Her lips parted slightly as she tried to find words to say, but she was empty. Just minutes ago she had a whole speech prepared, with words ready to come out. But now she was actually getting the chance, she didn't know what to say. She just stood there, watching Santana, hoping she would say something.

Brittany wasn't sure how long she'd been standing there when finally something changed. Just not in the good way. Santana got up, looked at Brittany for a moment longer, and then left the gym without a word. Brittany felt like she could burst into tears at any moment. She swallowed, fighting back tears.

Another minute or so later, she felt a hand on her shoulder. Knowing better than to hope for it being Santana she turned around, only to be disappointed again. It was Quinn. She grabbed Brittany's wrist, pulling her towards the bleachers. Pushing Brittany's shoulders she forced the girl to sit down, and even though her legs were stiff from standing, she obeyed.

Quinn pursed her lips. "I think it's safe to assume she didn't take it well?"

Brittany shook her head. "She didn't even say a word. She just looked at me, got out of the car and now she's ignoring me."

"She came to watch us practice," Quinn said. So she had noticed it too. Then she must've known why Brittany was so unfocused, which was probably why she hadn't said anything about it yet. She narrowed her eyes for a split second. "Brittany... Can I ask you something?"

A bit surprised Brittany looked up. "Um... sure?"

"A while ago you told me you thought you might be having feelings for someone... a girl. Is that girl Santana?" Quinn bit her lip, looking down at her hands when she finished the question.

For a second, Brittany didn't know what to say. Then she realized it wouldn't affect Santana in any way if she told Quinn the truth, so she just went for it. "I – yeah."

"Cool," Quinn almost immediately replied. "And she likes you back?"

Now this was tricky. Brittany didn't know what she could or couldn't say about her and Santana. On the other hand, it seemed like they were in a fight. Besides, everyone knew Santana was a lesbian already, so there wasn't much outing involved. "I think so?"

"Are you two dating?"

"I don't know. Can we not talk about Santana right now? I'd like to talk to her first," Brittany answered, chewing her lip.

"Oh. Yeah. Sure." Quinn frowned. She was obviously still curious, but Brittany wasn't really in the mood to answer all of her questions. She couldn't help but feel like Quinn's sudden interest wasn't to help her. It would probably take a while before her trust in the blonde would be restored. Not that she wanted it that way, but it was just really hard to trust someone who'd hurt the girl she loved the way she had. And because she hurt Santana, she hurt Brittany as well. Quinn probably knew that, though. She was really smart. Well, most of the time.