Chapter Two: Heartbroken
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Sorry for the short chapter.
Santana finds herself sitting at the back of the library trying not to cry again, the moment and the words of what happened replaying in her head. She lays her head in her hands.
"What was that song all about," asks Puck as he sits down beside her.
"It's nothing," whispers Santana.
They sit in silence for what seemed like forever.
"That song was supposed to make it easier to handle being second best, wasn't it?" asks Puck.
Santana chose not to reply while Puck practically stared a hole into Santana.
"Well, this isn't the Santana I know. The Santana I know would be fighting Artie tooth and nail for the girl she loves," stated Puck.
Santana looked up in confusion. Puck just smiles and nods as he squeezes her hand and walks off.
Artie was listening to the whole conversation from behind a book shelf. He had been looking down the whole time. He looks up just in time to see Santana coming around the corner.
"Um. Hi, Santana." Artie says.
Santana looked at Artie as she debates on to say something.
"There you are, Artie," says Quinn as she walks up with Brittany and Rachel in tow.
Santana keeps her eyes locked on Artie. Quinn and Rachel could feel the daggers Santana is shooting at Artie.
"San, please," whispers Brittany as she raises her eyes to search Santana's face for a reaction.
All Brittany could see is anger and the pain. Brittany tries to get Santana to meet her eyes but she could not get her to do so. Brittany could feel every pain that Santana was feeling inside.
"Don't, Brittany," says Quinn as she puts her hand on Brittany's arm.
Santana says nothing as she walks away from the group. Rachel looks at Quinn with sincerity.
"Go knock some sense into her," Rachel says grimly.
Quinn rushed after Santana. She finally catches up with Santana before she reached her car.
"Santana, I need to talk to you," Quinn says firmly.
"If it's about Brittany I don't care and none of it is your business," Santana spats.
The next thing Santana knows is that her cheek is burning from Quinn slapping her.
"You damn well know you care! You've been in love with Brittany for a long time. You can't say that you don't care," says Quinn.
All Santana did was just stand there and listen to everything Quinn was saying.
"Go home and get some sleep. You look like you need it," orders Quinn.