Author's Note: I'm sad :( I have very little reviews on this fan fiction . . . Maybe it's not as great as I thought it was . . .
Chapter 11
I don't know what I'll do without you / A friendship declined / All because you drew a line / Between your heart
A week later…
After "Original Songs"…
Santana stood at her locker trying to find her math book when she heard the faint footsteps of Brittany coming towards her. Santana had tried her best to avoid her but it was proving impossible.
"Hi…" Brittany said her voice innocent and sweet.
"Hi." Santana replied.
"Can we talk?"
"I'm listening."
"I understand why you're upset with me…"
"Do you?"
"I do, and I'm sorry that I couldn't break up with Artie. But you're no better, you're still with Sam."
"I get bored." Santana said closing her locker and readjusting her book bag.
"San, I miss us. How we used to be, I miss that. Don't you?"
"I do…"
"Then why can't we just go back to that?"
Santana scoffed and folded her arms across her chest, "Do you really think it's that easy? It's not that easy to put everything behind us and go like we used to be."
"I know that…"
"Do you? Because it doesn't sound like you do."
"You said you were in love with me, I know it's hard to put that behind anyone because I'm in love with you too…"
"I can't tell…"
Brittany sighed and grabbed Santana's arm and looked into her deep brown eyes.
"I love you; I do, more than anything but I don't want to be the one to choose between you and Artie. It's like choosing between ducks and cats…"
"Wait, you're comparing love to animals?"
"I didn't say which one you were…"
"That's not the point Brittany." Santana dropped her grasp, "Don't you get it? I'm willing to throw away everything, my popularity, my hook up with the latest dudes, my relationship with Sam, I'm willing to throw away everything just to be with you and you're not willing to do…"
"That's not fair; I love you and Artie both…"
"Yeah I know, I heard you the first time you told me." Santana said, rolling her eyes.
"Why are you acting like everything is my fault?"
"Because it is!"
Brittany took a step back and folded her arms across her chest and looked down at her shoes.
"It's your fault too." She said her voice barely understandable.
"What?"
"You made me fall in love with you; I never said I wanted to fall in love with you. It's your fault that I'm even stuck."
"Don't flip the script on me."
"I didn't flip a script; I didn't even know this was a TV show."
Santana sighed, but let a smile creep onto her face.
"I hate the way you make me feel."
"How do I make you feel?"
"Yes, tell us, how does Brittany make you feel Santana?"
Santana turned around to see Joey standing behind her.
"Joey!" Santana said shocked.
"Well, hello to you too." Joey eyed Brittany and smiled, "Nice to see you again Brittany."
"What are you doing here?" Santana asked.
"My family moved back here, well, actually my mom moved back here with me. My parents split and I ended up with my mom. Yay me."
"So you're back for good?"
"Unless she finds a new boyfriend anytime soon I'm back for good."
"Oh…"
"Now, enlighten me, how does Brittany make you feel?" Joey had a devilish grin to her expression.
"Nothing, she makes me feel like nothing."
"I do?" Brittany asked confused. Santana rolled her eyes.
"I gotta go." Santana walked away from the scene, her heart beating out of her chest.
