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"So, you ended the party." Blaine says with an impressed tone, as Santana walks up to him he rewards her with her own glass of wine. Santana's heart feels so heavy that she thinks it might slip and fall through the bottom of her feet. She meekly takes the glass and doesn't even look Blaine in the eye, she's about to drink it when she puts it back down. "Something wrong? I chilled it."
Santana doesn't answer, she looks down at the dark purple liquid and swirls it around. This isn't enough. She thinks to herself, suddenly the harsh cruel realities of what she's done to Brittany have toppled down on top of her shoulders and she sets the glass down. She walks away from Blaine's crinkled forehead and walks straight into her room where she slips out of her pajamas and into some tight jeans, she replaces the big t-shirt she was wearing with a loose tank top and a hoodie. She walks back out and grabs the keys and her wallet from the counter.
"Where are you going?" Blaine asks.
"I don't know." Santana unplugs her phone from her charger and beams out of the apartment, before closing the door she says to Blaine, "I don't know when I'll be back, please call the school for me and tell them I have pneumonia or something."
Santana races down to her car and hears a familiar voice, she turns her head to see Brittany screaming at Quinn, without being seen Santana hides behind a car and listens in.
"How could you say that to her?" Brittany yells.
"Can you not see how much she's hurt you, Brittany? She turned you back into the non-functioning party animal that you were before. It's her fault."
"She's the reason I'm functioning, Quinn."
"No, Brittany, you may think that Santana's the reason why you've suddenly gone through this change and maybe she was what led you to incite such a shift but that does not mean that all the progress you've made is because of her. It's you, Brittany, it's all you. You are the one studying late every night, and you know what? I know how much you like knowing things now that you do, I see that little glint in your eye when you get a question right. I know that this isn't for Santana anymore, this is for you, Santana would just be gravy at this point."
"That still doesn't mean that you can tell her that she's a bad person, she's not. Look what she's done for the glee club, she's finally made us feel 100% good about ourselves and isn't she the reason that you and Charlie have reconnected, or at least tried to. Quinn you cannot tell her that she's a bad person."
"She doesn't care about us, Brittany. She just wants to win, she's exactly like Coach Sylvester and maybe even worst since she's actually tricked most of the glee club into thinking that she may actually care about us."
"You're wrong, this is wrong." Brittany shrieks as she tightly shuts her eyes.
"No, Brittany, you know I'm right and that's what scares you." Santana couldn't take it anymore, she was kneeling by the car with her head in hands and she couldn't take their arguing anymore, she didn't want to believe any of it anymore. She got up from her fetal position and ran to her car slamming into her front seat.
"She's not a bad person." Brittany tries to explain.
"She's been leading you on all this time, how does that make her a good person."
"She's just scared, that's what Rachel said. That's what you said."
"Rachel's stuck in some fantasy world where Finn Hudson happens to be a prince charming, obviously her perception of reality is a little skewed, I just said that so that you would feel better, I hate seeing you upset and I just thought it'd make you happy."
"It didn't. Why is she afraid to be with me, Quinn?" Brittany's voice grows faint and cracks. Quinn comes closer and wraps her arms around Brittany.
"Well, Britt, she is your teacher."
"I mean, I know but she tried to kiss me one day at the piano and she wasn't afraid then."
"It might've just been an impulse, it's probably just set in, in her head that dating or having any sort of relationship with you could probably harm both you and her future."
"I just really want her."
"Brittany, what do you actually know about Ms. Lopez?"
"What do you mean, Quinn?"
"Like what do you know about her, her favorite movie, her favorite color? Stuff like that." Brittany's face scrunches up as she tries to answer Quinn's question.
"I don't know."
"Brittany, you're treating this entire situation a lot more seriously than it is. This is a mere infatuation and you're letting it hurt you."
"Quinn, but I want to know those things. I want to know everything about her, I wanna read her like a book, and I wanna take tests on everything she likes, and there's not one thing I don't want to know about Santana. Nothing. I want to know what her apartment smells like, I want to talk to Blaine and have him tell me really funny stories about Santana that I can laugh about with her later. I want to meet her parents and I want them to like me. I want her to meet my parents and Lord Tubbington and Charity and event he dwarfs living under my house. Quinn, sure I don't know a lot about Santana or a lot in general but it really doesn't take a unicorn to figure out that these feelings for Santana will never go away. I tried to forget tonight, just like you told me to and I couldn't and I feel so stupid for making out with him and I feel like an even bigger idiot because Santana had to see that. Santana had to see me shirtless on top of a table as I drank out of a beer bottle and let some guy treat me like a piece of meat. Quinn, she's not a bad person, she's the best most incredible creature I've ever met and I will not stop trying. I can't stop." Brittany's voice is a lot stronger now, it's like she, herself, has realized all that she needed too and hopefully, Quinn did too.
"Well, I guess if there's nothing I can say to change that, we'll have to figure out how to help the situation." Brittany almost protests but Quinn interrupts. "I'm not saying that you need to abandon the situation or move on, if you really feel that way, then we need to help Santana come out of her shell. Literally."
~unf~
Santana wakes up the next day to Blaine's nervous tapping on the car door. She jumps at the sudden noise and looks at Blaine with a lost look in her eye. He motions her to roll the window down, Santana closed her eyes and then tried to feel her way around the inside of the car door until she finally found the switch to roll it down.
"What are you doing?" Blaine asks, unlocking the car by sticking his arm into the car through the open window.
"What time is it?" Santana groans.
"It's 10 in the morning." Santana groans again and then finally sits up and rubs her eyes open.
"Where am I?"
"A Walmart parking lot near Lima Heights, it took me forever to find you."
"Why am I here?"
"That's something I'd love to ask you." Santana looks around her dashboard and sees a bunch of plastic bags lined up against the windshield, she moves her feet around the floor of the car and discovers a half empty bottle of vodka. Blaine opens the back seat and finds a torn up condom wrapper. "What the hell did you get yourself into?"
"I have no idea."
So sorry that I couldn't post yesterday, like I promised, I ran into a medical problem where I had some pretty bad chest pains. All is well, though. I will post every 2-3 days, the length of each chapter will stay about the same. I'm never been one to let a chapter go on and on and on, it's just not my style. So, what do you guys think so far? What did Santana get herself into and with who especially? Leave your guesses/suggestions/thoughts/concerns in the reviews please. I hope you liked it and I will see you in 2-3 days.