"I'll leave you two alone." Brittany kissed Santana's temple; before quickly walking out before Santana could stop her; the door closed behind her; Santana released a sigh; Quinn's eyes firmly on her; Santana placed her feet on the ground, and pulled herself up; she went towards the door; but Quinn grabbed her arm; Santana pushed her away before meeting her eyes, noticing how sad they looked.
"What? Did you really expect me to stay here with you?" Santana was leaning forward; her hand resting on her hip; almost in a challenging way
"You told Britt?"
"Of course I told her. I wasn't going to hid that we had sex. Let's be honest, she knows everything about me! Are we done? I promised Britt, I'd take her to Breadstix's."
"Are we friends, S?" Quinn's eyes looking directly into Santana in a subtle plead for her to say yes; what she didn't expect was for Santana to laugh; it was a mocking laugh, one which made Quinn look away from Santana, as she wiped her eyes.
"Does that answer your question? I was at my lowest, Q. I came to you because you knew how to handle heartache. You betrayed me. I can't forgive you; so we can't be friends."
"Britt didn't betray you either? Why were you at your lowest, S? Because of her; because she wanted to hurt you… She wanted to see if you'd choose her… Looks like she wins again huh?"
"Don't talk about her; you have no idea about anything; Fabray! So stay out of it; our friendship is over; and that is final. You keep her out of it; you were the one who caused this not her. We both win at the end; because we have each other."
Santana grabbed her bag, and stormed out; slamming the door afterwards; she didn't get too far, before Quinn had chased after her; grabbing her wrist loosely; not stopping the Latina in her tracks but stunning her enough to make her attention go on Quinn.
"I was jealous okay? I'm blonde, I was cheerio, I was your best friend too… and yet she found your love. I was pissed, I watched you be an entire different person around her… and I wished it was me. You were straddling her on her bed; having a tickle fight; I got so angry… I said that lesbians did that; and it was a sin; it was sick… you looked so heartbroken; and you never did it in front of me again. I wanted you… and you chose Britt… when she was with Artie; I knew I had my chance… and it worked; I tricked you into believing Britt would choose him over you; you played straight into my arms." Santana had moved closer, to hear Quinn as she told her the truth about everything; more importantly to stop anyone else from listening in; "You agreed to hook up; and we had sex… it was good, better than good actually. I felt so loved by you… you worshipped my body in ways no boy ever has. I returned the favour and you moaned Britt's name… I told you it didn't matter, as you got so angry, so emotional about hurting my feelings; which it did… but I knew right then… that I was second best; I was always going to be second best to Brittany… wasn't I?"
Santana licked her lips consciously, her nerves coming back slightly as Quinn's gaze was intimidating her; Santana leaned forward, and pressed her lips to Quinn's ear.
"You will always be second best. If not to Britt; then Rachel, or Mercedes… No one wants you because you're a bitch; Quinn. You're not even nice. You're manipulative; you're cruel. Stay the hell away from me. I won't tell you again."
Santana clicked her tongue against her teeth, before turning and making her way down towards the choir room; knowing Brittany would have gone there; ignoring the sobbing by Quinn behind her; she ploughed ahead, walking inside; Brittany smiled brightly; and got up from her seat, wrapping her arms around Santana's waist, kissing the side of her head.
"What happened, babe?"
"She happened, Britt. I told you I didn't want to be her friend. She said she wanted me… you know to love her more than I love you. I just… she fucked with me because she can't keep her own body warm."
"She needs us, San. She's lonely; I know you got hurt; but things can be better now. We all know; we can get over it… and move on; together."
"You're so sweet, Britt." Santana leaned up; and kissed her lips to Brittany's; a chaste kiss before pulling back, "but… I can't be friends with her; I can look at her without picturing how she used us. She lied to us, Britt. We're supposed to be her best friends; I can't forgive her; I don't get why you can. She made me hate you Britt."
"She was right, San. I do choose Artie; and It hurt you. I hurt you!"
"Stop sticking up for her! I love you, you never meant to hurt me… I know that, B. She was messing with us. She's not worth your friendship… She'll ruin you, you can't trust her."
Brittany leaned down, and pressed her lips to Santana's forehead; running her fingers along bare Tan arms; Santana's breathing was still rapid; from her anger towards Quinn; Brittany leaned down, and pressed her lips to Santana's lips; their lips moving against one another's, slowly feeling each other, slightly tasting each other as tongues gradually joined in; Brittany slowly pulled away; wiping her thumb against Santana's bottom lip.
"Your mom called me; she asked me to bring you home."
"Why?"
"She didn't say; she said it was important. Do you want go now?"
Santana nodded, and picked up her bag; she walked to the door; and linked her pinkie to her blonde counterpart's; feeling soft lips pressed against her temple; before they walked out; to the car park to her car. They drove to Santana's and parked in the driveway; Santana looked over at Brittany; who was biting her bottom lip; a trait Santana knew too well when Brittany wanted to say something but didn't want to as well.
"Baby, you know why, don't you?"
"I don't wanna tell you." Brittany was looking out of the window; avoiding looking at Santana; knowing one look would break her.
"You can go wait in my room if you want."
"I will, thanks." Brittany leaned over, and pressed her lip lightly against Santana's who rubbed her cheek, "It's a letter from your grandmother… I didn't want you to get upset about what was in it… but we promised not to lie to each other. I'm here for you, just remember that."
Santana nodded, rubbing her fingers against Brittany's jaw; she pressed her lips to hers once more; before pulling away.
"Leave your bag… we can get it later. I'll meet you upstairs."
"Door open, got ya." Brittany winked and then opened the door; walking towards the front door; Santana walked behind her; they walked inside; Brittany smiled before walking up the stairs; towards Santana's bedroom; as Santana walked into the front room; seeing her mother sitting down on the couch; she sat by her.
"You shouldn't have told her, Santana." Her tone was calm; as her hands clutched at a letter
"Did you read it?"
"It's addressed to you.." Maria passed the note to Santana's shaky hands; gently squeezing the soft hand, to offer some courage to her obviously nervous daughter, "Whatever it says… It changes nothing, you hear me, Santana?"
"I know… she will probably still hate me anyway. I told Britt, I wanted her to read it with me…"
Maria nodded, and offered a small smile; squeezing Santana's hand once more; Santana smiled back with a clear hint of sadness behind her chocolate eyes.
"You know I often hoped you and Brittany would… remain there for each other. You were so close growing up… and then well; you came apart… Now, you have her. Don't be silly; Santana. You know your limits; as does Brittany. Be yourself; don't hide yourself again."
"I know, mom. I won't. Britt's for keeps." Santana leaned forward, and kissed her mother's cheek, before standing up; and walking up the stairs, slowing down, as she met her bedroom door, a slight crack, she saw Brittany's long legs dangling off the bed; she pushed the door; and closed it behind her; Brittany got up automatically; walking closer.
"Have you read it yet?" Brittany's warm breath travelled down Santana's neck; she shivered slightly; and shook her head, Brittany nodded, "I can leave… If you wanna be alone."
"I want you here." Santana grabbed Brittany's wrist; tugging her towards the bed, they sat at the edge; Santana looked at Brittany, she smiled.
"I know this is hard… but I love you, regardless of what it says." Brittany rubbed her hand up and down Santana's back; Santana nodded; and pulled the letter out of the envelope; Santana looked at Brittany, who smiled supportive, "You can handle this babe."
Santana linked her pinkie with Brittany's before smiling as Brittany laced all their fingers together; Santana then began opening the letter, internally worrying about what her grandmother had written about her and Brittany's relationship more than anything. She hated feeling guilty for loving Brittany, another girl.
'Santana,
I know if you're reading this; you are probably wondering why; inspite of our recent disagreement; I hoped we could meet; I know I don't deserve you to even consider this but I need to speak to you; Santanita; Bring Brittany if you want. I guess I owe you both an apology directly.
You're welcome here, anytime.
I love you… no matter what.'
Santana was crying by the time she finished reading; she thrusted the letter into Brittany's lap; and Brittany was torn between comforting Santana and reading the letter.
"Please, read it B." Brittany smiled; and kissed Santana knuckles before picking up the letter, and reading it for herself; once she was finished, she turned to Santana; and met loving chocolate; iridescent ocean blue leaned in and pressed cherry lips to pouty red ones; Santana pulled away.
"Will you come with me?"
"Of course, silly; I'm going everywhere with you." Brittany murmured in a soft whisper before crashing their lips together in an almost bruising clinch; Santana gently pushed Brittany onto her back, before rolling on top of her, ensuring their lip didn't break unless for oxygen; Santana leaned back, and tugged a strand of blonde hair behind an ear.
"You know I'd do anything for you." Santana locked eyes with Brittany; who nodded; and smiled brightly
"I love you, and I'd do anything for you."
"You mean that?"
"Of course, you're my everything, San."
Let's not ruin this, Lopez. This is your chance. Just be smooth; she won't resist.
Santana crawled off Brittany, and walked to her desk; Brittany pulled herself into a sitting position; as Santana walked back to her.
"You're so beautiful, Brittany. I fell in love with you when we were probably 13… We've done everything together; and I need to ask you something."
Brittany's jaw dropped; as Santana took a small blue box from around her back; Brittany's mind went crazy; there's no way her parents would let her get married in high school; Santana smiled sweetly at Brittany's panicked expression.
"Baby, this is a promise ring. I'm making a promise; that I will never let yo go; I won't let us go… and one day, I will replace this with a wedding ring."
Brittany jumped up; and practically tackled Santana to the floor; their bodies crushing together as Brittany claimed Santana's lips as her own; after a few seconds of pure bruising kissing; Brittany pulled back; and grabbed the box; slipping the ring on easily.
"I love you, Santana Lopez."
"I love you too, Brittany S Pierce."
Brittany smiled; and leaned in, claiming her girlfriend's lips once more.