Walking into school, Santana leaned against her locker pretending to listen to what Lord Tubbington did after she left Brittany's last night; her eyes were completely focused openly on the Blonde's body; with a snap to her fingers; Santana looked up to meet sparkling blue; seeing Brittany's playfully smirk, Santana rolled her eyes at her being caught.

"So did you hear me say anything since I walked out of my house?" said Brittany, with a clear playfulness to her voice; as Santana shook her head

"Something about that fat clump." smirked Santana, earning a slap from Brittany who pouted at Santana's insult to her pet; "Sorry. It's true though… how about I let him drink Sue's master cleanse… Lose a few pounds?"

"You're mean today, baby."

God, she's so beautiful; even when she slaps me which hell she could punch me in the face; and she'd still be beautiful. God is she talking? Fuck!

"So in the end, my mom just let him eat the bird… I mean who really cares; it was already dead… and besides, Lord Tubbington loved it."

Santana nodded, her eyes still tracing the way the uniform hugged Brittany's body, the skirt revealing just enough thigh for Santana to be turned on, but not enough to want to rip it off just yet.

"What did your mom do?"

"I just said, she let him eat it. Did you drink your coffee today? You seem… slow; and that's coming from me, San."

"I'm just worried."

"About what?"

"We were fighting, and now we're joined at the hip."

"San, there's like a gap between us… clearly not joined at the hip!" Brittany rolled her eyes, and slowly opened her locker, sliding her books it

"Not literally, B. I meant… whatever. I think it's gonna look odd."

"I can leave if you-"

"NO! I miss you."

"Good… Shall I see you in English? I have glee now."

"I can walk you, you know…"

Brittany smiled, and they walked off towards the choir room, Santana initiating the pinkie holding; Brittany squeezed Santana's lightly as she walked her to the choir room; looking through the door; Puck was sat at the back, talking to Mike who was ignoring something Tina was saying. Finn was dopily looking at the floor, as Quinn flirted obviously with Rachel, who was blushing from whatever she was saying.

Fucking hypocrites; oh it's wrong for me to stay in the closet, but Barbie and Frodo can hide behind their straight façade. Whatever. I'll fuck their love lives up a little bit; Oh God, Brittany; why are you bending over, to fucking tease me!

Santana slowly stroked Brittany's back; she straightened her body, and looked at Santana; with a slightly disappointed look in her eyes.

"I wish you were in glee still."

Santana nodded, she was slightly missing it herself, but she didn't want to return yet; relishing the free time she had, not realising she was not just going to spend that time waiting for Brittany.

"I'll meet you outside."

"Well… I want you would re-join."

Santana didn't like her tone, I mean believe me, Santana loved Brittany; and everything about her; but she didn't like being told what to do, by anyone, regardless of who they were, I mean Brittany only had to look at her, and she'd do whatever she wanted but now. Things were different. She didn't like the tone Brittany used, so commanding and not in a hot way.

"Are you telling me or asking me?"

"Asking."

"It didn't seem like a question; it seemed like you were telling me."

"You can do what you want, I just… I thought you liked glee."

"Don't change the topic. You were telling me to re-join."

"No I wasn't. What's wrong? You look angry." Brittany's hand went to Santana's shoulder, Santana pulled away, knowing how she got when she was angry and people tried to calm her down by touching her; she hated it, well hated most people doing it; "Hey… I was kidding. You don't have to re-join… I was just… please, don't run away again… I only just… I only got you back."

"Stop." Santana's voice was loud, but quite enough not to gain unwanted attention from anyone else, "You keep pushing me, Britt…. To tell my parents, to tell glee club, to admit to everyone… to join glee again… just for fucking one leave me alone." Santana didn't mean for her tone to come out cold and harsh, but she walked away and was too far away when she realised how much of a bitch she really was to Brittany, after all; she wasn't purposely forcing her to do anything; she was being supportive and the perfect girlfriend she really was.

"I'm such an idiot! Now she's gonna hate me!" Santana's mutterings grew loudly as she paced the cheerio changing rooms, forgetting to lock the door behind her; she was stood near the locker Brittany always used; trying to calm down, which wasn't happening, replaying the scene over and over again. Watching herself pull away from Brittany, after everything; the anger went too high and Santana punched the nearest locker she could see, punching all her anger at herself more than anyone, for being totally unreasonable. Letting her forehead rest against the cool metal; she slowly took a deep breath, and turned round to see Sue, and Becky watching her intensely.

"My office, No interruptions, Becky. I need a work alone with my head cheerio." Sue then turned and walked into her office; Becky watched as Santana slowly followed her, closing Sue's office door behind her.

For fuck sake… Why does anyone wants to piss me off? Oh God… she's wearing her bitch smirk! That's not good.

"Santana, explain to me why there's a Santana Lopez fist shaped mark in my locker? The locker's people like your parents' paid good money for."

"You called me in for a locker." Santana could really not be bothered, with this; she wanted to apologise to Brittany before those trolls to convince her to not bother with her; because in the end; was she really worth all the trouble, all the heart ache? God knows, Santana has hurt Brittany a lot.

"You looked angry, Santana. I was… curious."

"I'm fine."

"Why did you punch my locker?"

"Does it care? Q did worse when she was head cheerio… Working with those trolls; I should be expected to punch a locker…"

"Is it Brittany?" Santana's breath hitched in her throat; giving the coach the bulls eye; of course it was Brittany, who else would Santana be concerned about; "Santana, I asked you a question."

"It's fine."

"Santana, I' not asking you; to find out the gossip. You're…. important… to me. I mean… I thought you girls could depend on me… after all this time."

Santana legit laughed, as she shook her head, in disbelief

"I'm important to you? I can depend on you? You kicked me off head cheerio because I got breast implants; you chose Quinn over me; you insult me every day, you make fun of the fact I'm not white; you make inappropriate comments about my sexuality… you expect me to depend on you! I'm not here to make friends, Coach. You taught us that. Remember the pairing exercise; you had to fall backwards; and you told everyone to drop… so it would teach us to rely on everyone but ourselves. I want nothing from you except what I deserve which is my captaincy. Just for once… leave me alone."

"Santana, I care."

"Care? Oh please. You care more about destroying that little trolls club… I for once; I actually thought I earned this captaincy… I mean last year; I was epic… Quinn left you in lurch again… and you repaid me by giving me co-captain! I mean… just wanky!"

"You're avoiding the question!"

Santana rolled her eyes

"I'm gay, Coach." Santana's voice actually came out strong, typical HBIC style; Sue nodded, actually not surprised given Brittany and hers relationship; "I'm… dating Britt."

Sue nodded against, knowing how hard this really was for Santana, and could tell this wasn't something routinely told; but something people had to earn to be told.

"I haven't really told anyone… I mean, Britt's been great… but…" Santana's wiped her eyes, not even realising she was crying; Sue was going to try and comfort her

"Don't… I mean… I wouldn't want to ruin your tracksuit; I should go… I promised to meet Britt after glee." Santana got up; and walked out into the changing room, picking up her bag; she walked out into the corridors; and was surprised to see people actually looking at her; not shivering in fear from her HBIC glare; she walked to the choir room; and Brittany immediately ran to her.

"San, everyone knows." Brittany's voice a mere whisper in her ear, as she hugged her; as Santana's fears ripped through her whole body

"Girls, how about you come inside for a while?" Mr Schue letting them inside the choir room, as people walked passed, staring at them.

"How does everyone know?"

No answer, no one really wanted to tell Santana; afraid of her getting angry with them; Brittany rubbed her hand, soothing her thumb over her knuckles

"Baby, we heard everything from Sue's office… The inter com thing must have been on…" Santana shook her head, as the glee club watched her react; her inner fears coming to the front, and she flipped out; slowly backing to the door, Brittany grabbed her hand, stopping her; "We're here for you… You don't have to be scared."

"Everyone knows." Santana's voice was a whisper; her tone weak; revealing the real her to the rest of glee; eyes focused on Santana and Brittany; "I'm done. How can I stay here; when they all know the truth? The thing I've been hiding for so long…"

"No one wants you to hide anything, San. I doubt anyone even cares… besides, it should be better. You know you don't have to tell everyone."

"God, why are you so… You think people are gonna let this slide; I'm gonna be ruined. My reputation is ruined. Who wants anything to do with the girl who couldn't even accept she was gay?"

Santana opened the choir room door, and walked out; Brittany following straight after her; the glee kids rushed after to watch; Brittany witnessed as some jock was throwing a slushee right in her face; Santana felt like crying; as her eyes glossed over; she slowly wiped the blue crushed ice from her eyes, and proceeded to find the jock who threw it at her, grapping his collar, she brought her knee up and aimed straight for his crotch.

"Stay the hell away from me!" Santana's began punching him, repeatedly, her anger which built up, from hearing all the gay slurs since day one of high school; taking them out on a guy who never said them directly to her, but still she was too angry to care; on a aggression overload "You disgust me." Another punch, "I hate you!" Another punch; suddenly Santana felt herself being pulled away; she broke from the grip; and was met Brittany's eyes.

"San, please."

"Leave me alone." Santana's voice whispered before grabbing her bag, and rushing down the corridor; out of the exit door, running away from dealing with it all, from the looks and, the talks.

Brittany watched as the girl she loves ran away from her again; she slowly took a deep breath, and walked passed Mr Schue, picking up her bag; she then followed the direction in which Santana ran off in; Mr Schue stopped her.

"We're all here for her… let her know that."

Brittany nodded, and then continued walking; she made it outside, and saw the familiar figure of Santana waiting back the gates; Brittany walked over, dropping her bag on the floor, Santana immediately wrapped her arms round Brittany's waist; Brittany engulfed her tightly, kissing the side of her head lightly.

"We'll work it out."

"I'm not ready, Britt." Santana's internal fears being revealed; Brittany nodded, and leaned down, making her eyes connect with Santana's; chocolate brown mixing with sky blue; an explosive of love being instantly shared.

"We will work it out. I will help you… I know you're angry and upset… but I'm here."

Santana nodded, and Brittany smiled; at least Santana was not running away anymore. She could handle this; handle dealing with Santana.

"Britt?"

"Yes, baby."

"I need to tell my Grandmother, Britt. She'd kill me if my mom or dad told her… Besides, I owe her the truth right?"

"Of course."

"I want you to come with me… You make me feel brave." Santana smiled slightly, but Brittany could still see the flicker of sadness in her eyes; leaning in; Brittany pressed her lips against hers, offering Santana some comfort, to show her she really did love her and would always be here for her.

"You make me feel brave too, San."

Santana laughed

"Well, duh! Only just notice."

Brittany laughed

"We're gonna be okay right?" Santana's voice had turned serious; as her fingers entangled with Brittany's; who smiled at their hands, and nodded

"As long as we're together… we'll be fine… Besides; since you told your parents… we still have to tell mine; don't think you're getting out of it; or I'll tell my mom you got me pregnant." Brittany's smile had turned into a devious smirk, as she was definitely planning some future Pierce-Lopez babies.

"Don't even think about it, Britt."

"Come on, I bet our children would look pure adorable. I hope they get your ass." Brittany's laugh increased as she walked off down the block; Santana jogged after her

"My ass is fine. If it's a girl… she's so grounded until she's 30!"

"I totally agreed with you. No one guy or girl is going anywhere near her."

"Especially if it's a spawn of Faberry; I will literally… go all Lima Heights."

Brittany laughed

"Q's baby will look cute."

Santana nodded

"Just imagine it though… Ew. Our kids will totally kick their asses. HBIC style."

"You're cute." Brittany bumped her hip against Santana's who looked down, blushing slightly; they continued walking to Santana's.