CHAPTER 6

The next morning, Santana was pleasantly surprised to find Brittany waiting for her at her locker.

"Santana!" Brittany squealed when she saw her. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine now," Santana responded curtly. Frankly, her eyes were still painful, and she couldn't rid herself of the shivering sensation, but Brittany didn't need to know that. "Thanks for everything you did for me. I really appreciate it and didn't get the chance to thank you yesterday."

"It's no problem. You would have done the same for me. After all, the only reason it hit you was because you were protecting me; so, really, I should be thanking you."

As a gesture of thanks, Brittany hugged Santana. It was at that moment of contact, that Santana felt truly okay since being slushied.

In her moment of clarity, Santana continued to ponder Brittany's wise words. That's when it occurred to Santana that she would have done the same for Brittany, which was bizarre because she had never felt that passionately for anyone before, not even Finn.

Another realisation that Santana made was that she had never shown Brittany her locker.

Ending the embrace, Santana pulled away and asked, "How did you know where my locker was?" though she immediately regrated it as the thought of shivering and rocking back and forth helpless returned as soon as she left Brittany's arms.

"I asked Finn so he told me. I wanted to see you before class to make sure you were okay. After waiting for a while I wasn't sure you were going to come to school at all." Brittany asked Santana, looking her in the eyes. "Are you sure you're feeling okay? Your eyes are really red."

Santana, overwhelmed by the information regarding how Brittany wanted to see her and waited for her didn't respond right away, sparking concern in Brittany.

"If you need, I can take you to the nurse again," Brittany offered. "Maybe they could give you some eyedrops or something."

"That's really nice of you but I'm sure I'm fine." Santana responded. There wasn't much the nurse could do if she was to go back anyway given she had already used eye-drops before she came to school; but once again, Brittany didn't need to know that.

"If you say so," Brittany said hesitantly.

Attempting to brighten the mood, Santana said, "I'll walk you to class."

This had the desired effect as immediately Brittany's mood improved.

Little did Brittany know that Santana had ulterior motives. Santana was pleased to walk Brittany to class because she really enjoyed spending time with Brittany, more than she'd ever enjoyed time with anyone. However, the only person who would have more impact on the football team than herself was Quinn, meaning Quinn had told the footballers to slushie Brittany. For that reason, Santana needed to have a chat with Quinn, and it just so happened that she was in all of Brittany's classes.

When they arrived at the room, Santana noticed that Quinn wasn't yet inside. "Enjoy your lesson!" Brittany said to Santana as she walked into her room.

"You too!" Santana called back before waiting by a nearby locker for Quinn who turned up a few minutes later.

As Quinn rounded the corner, she was interrupted by Santana.

"Santana," she said innocently. "Didn't see you at Glee yesterday. Where were you?"

"Quinn; we both know that we're the head bitches around here and aren't afraid to speak our minds, so let's cut to the chase." Santana responded, raising one eyebrow slyly.

Quinn, giving up the act responded with, "You didn't have to get in the way. You and me both know it was meant to hit Brittany."

"You should've seen her fright just at the sight of the two jocks!" Santana argued.

"I did," Quinn stated.

That's when it occurred to Santana that Quinn was there watching the whole thing. Furious now, Santana pinned Quinn to the lockers. "And you expected me just to let them throw the slushies at Britt's face?"

Tugging at Santana's perfect high ponytail and slamming her hardly into the locker, Quinn said, "precisely."

Gritting her teeth, Santana asked, "what do you have against Brittany?"

"Oh, it's nothing personal to her," Quinn responded. "But she makes you soft and I don't like it one bit." Staring at Santana, Quinn added with mock concern, "those slushies must have hurt. Your eyes are still extremely red."

Santana broke their eye-contact, but Quinn continued. "Well it's a pity you got in the way. If that had hit Brittany, she would've left for sure."

Reaching her peak, Santana slapped Quinn who gasped before slapping back harder.

The commotion had drawn the attention of others as students and teachers were now coming out of classrooms to watch the exchange.

Brittany, one of the people witnessing the fight, said, "Stop the violence," though it didn't seem to have any affect.

"You're going to have to get through me to get to her," Santana said, "always."

"If that's what it takes," Quinn said, shoving Santana to the ground hard.

Sore but running on rage and adrenaline, Santana quickly recovered and got back up, preparing to strike a blow on Quinn before Mr Schue stepped in.

"In my office; both of you. Now!" he said.

Deciding she didn't need to draw any more attention to herself, Santana began her way towards Mr Schue's office, but couldn't help sneaking a glance back at Brittany whose brow was furrowed while she chewed on her lower lip. The look of confusion, worry, anger and innocence displayed on her face was too much for Santana to handle so she looked away again quickly.

In Mr Schue's office, Quinn and Santana sat side-by-side but refused to acknowledge each other.

"What was that?" Mr Schue asked. "You're supposed to be friends! You're supposed to support and be there for each other, not attack each other!"

After a long silence, Santana said, "well that friendship ended when she started targeting Brittany." Santana emphasised the 'she' with hatred.

"What do you mean?" Mr Schue asked.

"Come on Mr Schue," Santana said. "I know Finn told you what happened yesterday."

"Yes, he did. I meant to ask you how you were doing but that seems irrelevant after all that just went down. But what does Quinn have to do with this?"

"Well who do you think told the football team what to do and who to target?" Santana said loudly before getting up and exiting the room fuming.

"Santana! Come back!" he called after her, but Santana just ignored him, walking forwards without looking back.

After another long silence, Quinn said, "I'd like to go back to science now Mr Schue."

Mr Schue gave Quinn a disapproving look but nodded, letting her leave regardless.

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