A/N: Hey guys! Well, I don't think I'll have time to update for a while, I have stuff on for the rest of the month, and I have time today, so I decided to post the second chapter today as well. Plus, I'm dying to continue!
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Same disclaimer from chapter one applies!
Chapter Two: Closer
When Santana burst through the doors of McKinley High, she only had one thing on her mind.
"Berry!" she screamed, storming down the hallway and making her way right up to Rachel's locker. Students looked on in fear, and others were amused that Rachel Berry was about to get a taste of her own medicine from Santana Lopez.
Rachel looked ready to bolt as Santana neared, stony faced. She practically had steam coming out of her ears.
Rachel tried to smile. "Santana, before you accuse me of anythi-"
Santana cut her off. She jabbed the other girl in the middle of her chest. "I have two things to say to you," she growled. "And I'll make this short and sweet. Number one: stay the hell out of my business, Midget. Just because you're dating the loyal star Quarterback who would stand up for you even if you murdered someone, it gives you no reason to spread other people's secrets around the whole school. Hudson can't touch me, the same rules don't apply."
"But I-" Rachel started, but Santana's face was literally red with rage, so she stayed quiet.
"Number two," Santana snapped, towering over a practically terrified looking Rachel. "If you ever approach me again, even if it's to apologise, I will snap your tiny body in half. Clear?"
Rachel just nodded meekly, sniffing, which satisfied Santana, who began walking down the corridor, ready to face the day ahead of her.
There were less looks that day. Possibly because news of Santana's outburst went around the school and Santana wasn't complaining. If she had to lose her temper with Berry just to be left alone, so be it. It was a pretty fair trade.
In Spanish, Kurt leaned over to whisper to her as they took notes from the board. "I heard you went all Lima Heights on Rachel this morning."
Santana shrugged, not taking her eyes off her notebook. "She deserved it."
"I don't know Santana," Kurt warned. "She's really shaken up about it."
That made Santana turn towards him. "Does it look like I give a shit, Kurt? She practically ruined my high school life."
"It's over next year, Santana."
"A year of hell ahead, Porcelain."
At lunchtime, Finn tried to confront her, but Santana was having none of it.
"Santana, please listen to me," Finn begged, practically chasing after her in the cafeteria. "Rachel's really upset and scared. She's really, really sorry. Can you just forget about this?"
Santana turned to face him, and immediately Finn shrunk under her stare. "Finnus, I really don't want to talk right now. You may be the size of the Empire State Building, but that doesn't intimidate me."
"I wasn't trying to intimidate you," Finn said, weakly. "I'm trying to help my girlfriend."
"Tell the hobbit that she can shove her apologies up her ass."
During Glee Club, it was her friend Quinn's turn to confront her.
"What's up with you?" Quinn muttered, as Rachel was singing Don't Rain On My Parade for the Glee Club for the millionth time that month.
"Don't play dumb with me, Blondie," Santana spat. She rarely admitted it, but she did like Quinn, and considered her a friend. But Santana had a personal principal of treating everyone the same way, which was being a total bitch the whole time.
"Okay, Santana, you were outed by Rachel. So what?"
Santana couldn't believe Quinn was on Rachel's side. "It was none of her business! What, was I supposed to forget it?"
Quinn frowned. "I may have been more understanding had I found out my best friend was gay from her herself, not JewFro's blog."
Santana blinked at her, making a mental note to hunt down Jacob Ben Israel later.
"What I want to know," Quinn started, "is why you're not mad at Kurt for telling her."
Santana shrugged. She had given up on being angry at Kurt. He wasn't trying to annoy or upset Santana. Berry, on the other hand, just needed to learn how to keep her mouth shut.
When Santana got home later that afternoon, she felt almost as drained as she did the day previously. She collapsed onto her bed, rubbing her eyes. She really needed a nap.
She was about to go to sleep when her phone lit up with a Facebook notification. Santana rubbed her temples, but picked her phone up and looked at it. She just got a message from Brittany.
Brittany Pierce: Don't kill me…?
Santana paused, not knowing what Brittany meant.
Santana Lopez: What did you do?
Brittany Pierce: I maaaay have stalked your page last night.
Santana smiled, but caught herself. She didn't know why she felt a mixture of relief, and also something that felt like excitement.
Santana Lopez: I have a confession too.
Brittany Pierce: What?:)
Santana Lopez: I totally stalked yours too.
Brittany Pierce: Thank God! I felt so weird lol
Santana felt a warm feeling spread throughout her whole body, and she had no idea why. She smirked, typing a reply.
Santana Lopez: I don't mind, honestly. We were just being curious. I wanted to make sure you weren't a murderer or anything
Brittany Pierce: How do you know I'm not? ;) You only have one profile picture though. Which girl is you?
Santana raised an eyebrow. Her profile picture was her and Quinn at a party. She laughed, wondering how Brittany could think someone pale and blonde could be called Santana Lopez.
She decided not to mention that, she didn't want to make Brittany feel bad, which surprised her, because usually she didn't care about feelings and stuff.
Santana Lopez: The girl on the left.
Her phone buzzed seconds later.
Brittany Pierce: Yeah, I thought so:)
Santana Lopez: I'd worry if you didn't hahah
Santana didn't receive a reply for a while. She found herself worrying that she offended Brittany, which surprised her as well.
Brittany Pierce: Yeah, there's something I didn't mention yesterday. I'm pretty stupid, so try not to take anything I say seriously.
Santana frowned as she replied.
Santana Lopez: I'm sure you're not. Don't be so hard on yourself, Brittany. I'm a bitch, and I'd be honest with you if I thought you were stupid.
Santana was shocked by her own words. Usually if someone said they thought they were stupid, Santana would laugh or just not argue. But now, she felt a need to say otherwise to this girl.
Brittany Pierce: Awww Santana! You're not a bitch! But thanks:) most people just agree when I say I'm stupid.
Santana Lopez: Most people just agree when I say I'm a bitch hahaha
Brittany Pierce: Anyway, let's change the subject, this one's a little serious.
Brittany Pierce: Tell me one fact about yourself:)
Santana thought about it for a second.
Santana Lopez: Umm, I'm an eighth German. The rest is Porto Rican.
Brittany Pierce: That's cool! I'm half Dutch and half Norwegian.
Their conversation went on for another two hours. As Santana talked more to Brittany, she found that she really, really liked her as a person. She was really sweet, funny and caring to someone she barely knew, and Santana respected that.
Brittany Pierce: I should have asked this earlier, but how did school go today?
Santana Lopez: Not well.
Brittany Pierce: Want to talk about it?:)
Santana was about to turn the offer down, but then she had a sudden thought. Not a lot of people want to hear about her life. It was nice to talk to someone who did.
Santana Lopez: Not much happened. I had to confront the girl who outed me to the whole school, her boyfriend went after me trying to get me to calm down. I had about twenty people try to get me to accept her apology. She was the one who did wrong, not me. Why do I have to apologise when I didn't do shit?
Brittany Pierce: That's awful! They're actually standing up for her?!
Santana Lopez: Yup.
The two girls talked about the big injustice for a while, before getting caught in another conversation.
Brittany Pierce: Maybe, we could exchange phone numbers? Just so we could talk whenever? If you ever need to talk about school.
When Santana read that, her heart sped up immediately. She had no idea why, but she felt like she was running a marathon. Her heart was racing, she began to get hot and breathless with nerves. Why? She had no clue. Brittany was just being friendly and helpful. Wasn't she?
Santana wasn't a people person. She didn't even like small talk with people she knew, and now there she was, talking for hours on end with some girl she hasn't even met.
It didn't faze Santana for a second, though. She just kept talking to Brittany until she couldn't keep her eyes open.