Monday after the party. I have been thinking about it a lot, and I realised that I need to have a serious chat with Santana.

In the weekend, I have talked to Emily a lot. Well, mostly I was just nagging and ranting about Santana. But she just listened, and she was being really sweet.

She didn't try to kiss me anymore, but I know she wanted to. Sometimes she would just stare at me, and zone out for a second. And I would just know what she was thinking.

But anyway, I arrive at school, and the first thing on my planning is to find Santana and talk to her. Luckily, our lockers aren't that far apart. I open my locker and I see her grabbing her stuff. I guess she noticed me because she suddenly closes her locker and walks off.

"Hey" I call her. "I need to talk to you."

She stops, but doesn't turn around "I don't want to talk."

"Well, you'll have to." I walk up to her until I'm standing behind her. I tap her on the shoulder, *how subtle*, and she turns around.

"We have nothing to talk about."

"Oh, we have lots to talk about."

"Oh yeah? Like what"

"What about you told me you were in love with me."

"I honestly have no idea what I was thinking" she says, before turning around and walking away again.

"Santana, stop!" I grab her arm.

"What?"

"You don't get to do this, okay. You don't get to be all innocent and hurt and act like I am the bad guy."

She huffs "I don't?"

"No, you don't."

"Oh, okay. Because I thought it was pretty clear that I was the one pouring my heart out to you and you were the one kissing some slut at a party."

I gasp, and before I know it, my hand lands straight up in her face. Her eyes widen and she holds a hand over her cheek.

"You .."

I glare at her. "Emily. is not. a slut." I say calmly.

She's still staring at me. "You slapped me. You slapped me in the face, Brittany."

I nod slowly "I know .."

She doesn't answer me.

Yeah, she's still staring.

"Look, I'm sorry that I slapped you, okay? But you have no right to call her that."

"Okay fine, she's not a slut. But you still kissed her."

"Didn't you kiss Puck too? Multiple times, when you knew I was in love with you?"

I can see her gulp. She can't fire back to this.

"I .. Yes. But that was different."

I frown "How is this different, Santana?"

She licks her lips, looks down, and then up again. The look in her eyes is different.

"Class is about to start. I'll see you after school."

I sigh.

Honestly, I don't feel like fighting right now either.

I nod. "Okay, I'll see you after school."

Sorry to end it with this, but I don't want to keep dragging this on right now, and I really have to go to sleep. I'll update soon, have a good night