an: the first chapter was just a little introduction.
these other chapters will be longer.
Quinn's POV
I quickly followed Santana out "San."
"Leave me alone." She said speeding, up her steps.
I pulled her arm to stop her and she jumped as if she'd been burned. "Sorry." I apologized, "I just wanted to check on you."
"I'm fine." She said shrinking away from me.
"I saw that bruise. What happened?"
"Shut up, nothing happened." She half whispered, half yelled and looked around self consciously.
"Are you sure, it looks pretty big." I expressed my genuine concern, surely if it was what I thought it was then I shouldn't push her.
"Quinn, I have brothers who rough house 24/7, I'm fine." She said annoyed.
Oh yeah, that could've been it. "Oh." Is all I could really muster.
The halls were empty due to it being lunch.
"I gotta go, um Brittany's probably looking for me." Santana said before heading off.
I sighed softly and rubbed the back of my neck, I'm an idiot, of course Brittany wouldn't do something like that. Right?
Santana's POV
Jesus, that could've gone worse. I'm just glad I was able to come up with an excuse, it seems she bought it.
I feel so stupid I was doing a good job at hiding it all day, none of my teachers really cared enough to ask me to take them off. It's definitely not the first time I got a bruise on my face, and it won't be the last, though I hope it will be everyday.
It was my own fault, per usual I upset her and she spiraled, normally she wouldn't go for my face, unless she's really upset.
I also would wear makeup to cover it up, but I was already running late for school, and I have to keep my perfect attendance record. None of the teachers really cared enough to tell me to not wear them, then again that's Lima for you.
I'm not proud of who I've become, I know the old me wouldn't put up with what Brittany is doing, but I love her. No, I'm in love with her and it feels almost impossible to quit.
When she first hit me, it happened so quickly and naturally I was in shock. I didn't know what to do, and, as any abuser does, she quickly apologized and promised she'd never do it again.
Like an idiot, I believed her, she kept doing it and slowly she stopped apologizing, she stopped telling me it wouldn't happen again, and she just stopped caring.
I've been in this toxic relationship, no, abusive relationship for almost two years now. I want out, but my love for her weighs it out, and while I love her, I'm afraid of her.
She used to be like candy, so sweet and bright, and has turned into something that I have no words for. If anyone met Brittany freshman year versus now, they'd be incredibly confused.
She wasn't the type to do this stuff. She was way too nice, and didn't believe in violence, now it seems to be the only thing she's good at.
I had to quit the cheerios after the bruises became too much for me to handle. I had to lie to everyone and just say I didn't want to do it anymore. I've been lying to everyone a lot lately.
"San?"
I jumped slightly at the familiar voice, I turned to see Brittany. "Hey." I smiled softly.
"Thought you said you were going to the bathroom."
"Yeah, I did, I was just heading back to the cafeteria."
"Ok, well we have a few minutes till class." She pulled me close by my waist. "I was missing you."
I placed my hands on her shoulders. "I missed you too."
She leaned in and kissed me softly, it shortly became deep and she pressed me against the row of lockers. We made out for a minute before she pulled away and took the glasses off. "No one asked about the glasses right?" She asked inspecting my eye.
"No." I lied. "No one has." I hate this.
She just nodded, then she placed her hand on my cheek. For a second it looked like she was going to apologize, she opened her mouth to say something but the bell rang. "Well, get to class I'll see you after school." She kissed my cheek, handing me back the glasses.
I put them back on as we parted ways.
After the last bell rung I went over to Brittany's locker, where she was talking to Rachel Berry.
I've never liked Rachel, sure I bullied her before over dumb things, but those were never the reasons I didn't like her. She liked Brittany, it's so obvious, I mean she practically throws herself at her.
Though Brittany is abusive in every way possible, I know she'd never cheat on me. She's assured me many times during our relationship that I was the only one for her.
"Hi Britt." I said as I walked over to the pair.
"Hey babe." Brittany said wrapping her arm around my shoulder. "Well I gotta go Rachel, see you tomorrow."
I glared at Rachel before we turned to leave. "What'd she want?" I asked not hiding my jealousy in the slightest.
"She was just asking if I wanted to hang out this weekend."
"What? Just you and her?" Who the hell just asks that to someone in a relationship?
"Yeah." Brittany said as if it wasn't a big deal.
"And what'd you say?"
We reached her car and she opened the door for me. "What do you think? I said no."
"Hm." Was all I said before I kissed her cheek and got inside. She closed on the door and got in the drivers seat.
"Did you expect me to say something else?" She asked as she crunk up her car.
"No." I said quietly. I played with the hem of my skirt. "She has no respect for our relationship and it's really annoying."
"Well nothing is gonna happen so it's not a problem."
"I just wish she would stay away from you." I said crossing my arms.
"Don't worry about it." Brittany said, she took my hand and kissed my knuckles softly. "I love you."
"I love you too." I love when she's like this, I also hate it as well, she won't be like this forever.
We drove into my driveway, my mom wasn't home from work yet.
She parked the car before taking off her seatbelt and looked at me. I noticed and looked back, carefully. She smiled, leaned over and placed her lips on mine. I kissed her back placing my hands on her neck.
She moved her hand to my thigh, moving up slightly. She pulled back and took off my seatbelt, then she pulled me into her lap. I kissed her, this time deeper. I've always loved kissing Brittany, it makes me feel closer to her.
I pulled back and looked into her eyes, her once innocent sky blue eyes. I remember the first day I looked into them, I fell in love and didn't even know it.
She probably wondered why I was looking for so long. "What?"
"Nothing." I look away from her. "I should go inside." I climbed out of her lap and grabbed my backpack before opening the door.
"Hey." She said before I got out. "Your mom ask about your eye?"
I turned to look at her. "Yeah, but I told her I got hurt during gym."
"She believe you?"
"Mhm." Unfortunately I'm a really good liar, so my mom didn't continue asking after I told her.
"Ok." She put her seatbelt back on. "I'll see you tomorrow. I love you."
I kissed her one last time. "I love you too." I got out of the car and closed the door before heading to my house.
When I went in I thought back to how I even got the bruise in the first place.
FLASHBACK:
Brittany was an only child and her parents were rarely home due to them being environmental scientists, so most of the time the couple would hang out at her house.
They had just came back from their date at Breadstix. They were in Brittany's room watching a movie when Santana got a text. Santana sat up and looked at her phone, it was Tina, her friend, but not a friend. She was asking about an assignment they had due next week.
Santana didn't know Brittany sat up as well. "Why is Tina texting you?" She asked.
Santana jumped. "Oh she was just asking about our project."
"She couldn't have asked anyone else?"
"I'm the only one she really knows in the class." Santana said, she could feel Brittany getting upset.
"She always text you?" It was no secret that Tina was bi, so of course Brittany would be suspicious.
"No." Santana said looking away. Brittany grabbed Santana's phone and looked through their text messages.
Santana's heart was beating out of her chest, she had nothing to hide, of course, but she knew Brittany would find something to be upset about.
"Seems like you two talk quite a lot."
"W-we don't. Just sometimes." Santana started to get nervous, Tina was really nothing but a friend, which is what she desperately needs because Brittany is pretty much the only one she talks to.
She missed having Quinn as a friend, things ended there because of Brittany though.
Brittany put Santana's phone down and got off the bed. "Stand up." Brittany ordered the girl.
Santana took a shaky breath and stood up. Brittany was getting closer and closer to her. Soon she was standing right in front of the scared girl.
Santana stared at the floor as her eyes began to fill with tears. Nothing had happened yet, but she knew it was coming.
"Look at me."
Santana wiped her tears and looked at the blonde.
"Who do you belong to?"
"You."
"Exactly. There's no one else for you. Never will be, but me."
Santana only nodded.
"Seems like you need a reminder sometimes."
"No, please Britt, I swear she's just a friend."
"Then why didn't you tell me about her?"
"I don't know I-"
"Shut the fuck up, Santana!" Brittany went to close her blinds and curtains. Santana knew good and well what it meant.
Santana did her best to keep her tears at bay, as her body began to shake.
"Stop fucking crying I haven't even done anything yet." Brittany said as she walked back over.
Santana did her best to stop but her emotions took over. Brittany roughly grabbed her by the neck and pinned her to the wall.
Santana's air supply was cut off and she desperately pulled at Brittany's arm. Brittany slammed the younger girl to the ground.
Santana groaned and coughed in pain as she tried her best to back away from her girlfriend.
Brittany kicked the poor girl in her abdomen. "I'm so sick of you, you know how many girls would fucking kill to be with me?" She pulled the girl back up.
Santana grunted, still in immense pain. "Then go be with them." Santana said, she'd never talked back to Brittany but the comment really got to her. "If so many of them want you then go be with them!" Santana yelled.
Brittany looked shocked for a second and she pulled away. The next thing she knew, Santana felt a fist connect with the side of her face, and hard.
She whimpered as her body hit the floor. Brittany was breathing heavily above her. "Don't ever fucking talk to me like that again."
Santana's POV
I shook the memories from that night out of my head. I don't know why I even said something. If I would've just shut up I wouldn't have this dumb bruise.
I inspected it in my bathroom mirror. Mami was really concerned when she saw it this morning, thankfully she really bought my lie.
I sometimes think about telling her about Brittany. I know that if anyone in my family found out, Brittany would be six feet under. I love her too much to tell anyone though.
I wish I didn't love her, I really do. She's a horrible person. She isn't good for me, and though I wish she would, I don't think she's going to change.
She, in her own way, really cares for me. I know she does. If Brittany does ever decide to change, it'll take a long time for her to get better. I'd wait though, I'd do anything for her.
I closed my door and undressed myself. I looked shamefully at the bruises on my body. How could I let this happen to me? Why do I love her this much?
I turn on my shower and get inside my bathtub. I sat down and pulled my knees to my chest and I cried silently, hugging myself.
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