I was on top of the fucking world. Brittany Susan Pierce was my girlfriend. My girlfriend. It was such a weird term for me to use. I was used to words like "boyfriend" or "hook-up" or "booty call". But this was different. This was something I wasn't used to. Such level of commitment, such feelings. It really was better with feelings, what had I been thinking before? I felt love. I was feeling love for the first time in my life. Love for my girlfriend. My wonderful, beautiful, perfect girlfriend. I was whipped. So whipped.

I couldn't decide whether my newfound love was supposed to make me nicer or bitchier. So I decided to go with the flow.

Wearing my Cheerios uniform, my dark hair in a curly ponytail, I walked down the hallway with my chin held high and with the smile of a girl who was hopelessly in love.

Secretly in love, but hey.

Worthless losers moved out of my way as my very presence pushed them aside. Some girls looked at me with fear. Others with jealous disgust. I loved the smell of misery in the morning. It gave me such a power over others, a power that filled me up with such happiness that was almost as good as the feelings of a lovesick teenager. Man, I was so in love.

Then some dumbass accidentally bumped into me, ruining my high.

He looked like some puny freshman, and his face was a frightened expression, like he was going to turn to stone or something. Excuse me, my name wasn't Rachel Berry. I was too beautiful to turn people into stone. The kid should've been bowing down to me.

"S-sorry!" said the Justin Bieber-esque midget.

I put my hands on my hips and burned into his soul with my dark eyes. His lower lip began to tremble, which made me smirk and have the biggest urge to laugh in his face. How pathetic, did he have no balls?

"Fuck off, fresh meat," I growled at him, and he quickly walked around me and sped down the hall. My eyes followed him, satisfied with almost eating him alive. Stupid freshmen, I couldn't believe I used to be one.

As I turned around to continue my journey of striking fear in people, my eyes fell upon the door to the choir room for a split second. My eyes went back to the door, which was open, and I noticed Brittany sitting there. What was she doing there?

She was smiling, looking to the side of her, like someone was sitting next to her. I couldn't see because the doorway was blocking my vision, but it was obvious someone was in the room with her. Strange, from the looks of it the choir room looked pretty much empty with the exception of my girlfriend and her mysterious companion. Now, I never jumped to conclusions right away, but I couldn't help but feel suspicious. Why I automatically assumed she was with a guy, I don't know. She could've been with Mercedes, or Tina, or someone else that didn't have a penis. Yet I walked towards the choir room, dying to see who Brittany was with.

As soon as I stepped in the choir room, her little friend's face was visible to me, and I instantly blew up.

Wheelchair, stupid haircut that looked like his mother did it for him, and those retarded glasses that not even my abuela would wear whenever she felt like reading the newspaper. Fucking Stubbles McCripplepants. What the hell was he doing with my girlfriend?

I didn't even care about the textbook that was resting on his nerveless lap. I stomped towards the two, a beyond-pissed look on my face. What pissed me off even more was the fact that they didn't even notice my presence until I said something.

"What the fuck is this?" I growled.

Brittany jumped in surprise, and her head whipped in my direction with wide eyes, startled by my sudden appearance. The smile that was on Stubbles's face vanished once he looked up at me, and I wanted to smack his grandma glasses off his face.

Brittany smiled, not finding anything wrong with this situation. "Hi Santana. Artie was helping me with my math. Did you know that a fraction isn't an STD?"

My eyes switched from her to Stubbles, and I gave him the glare of a cobra ready to bite. He had a lot of nerve, tutoring my girlfriend in private. Wasn't he still totally in love with her? Because if he was I was going to end up making him fully paralyzed.

"You chose Stubbles as your tutor? What happened to Mike?"

She still didn't get the message because she was still smiling. "Oh, Mike couldn't help me out because he's working too hard on getting an A in all his classes so his parents don't flip out, so I asked Artie since people with glasses are second smartest to Asians."

I opened my mouth to say something, but then the ridiculous statement she said last finally process in my mind and I wasn't sure what to respond with. I shook my head, choosing to ignore responding to that part, and I scowled at Brittany.

"Britt, there are plenty of other dumb nerds that could help you out," I told her.

Then Stubbles decided to speak. People in wheelchairs had balls? "Not everyone around here tries to steal other people's girlfriends, Santana."

Slowly my head turned to him, and I cocked an eyebrow. "Excuse me Stubbles?"

"I have a right to be friends with Brittany, Santana. She's a person, not your property."

Stubbles was the only person around here that knew about me and Brittany. He put two and two together after Brittany and him broke up, and he eventually found out our secret. I expected him to spill and tell everyone as revenge for me stealing Brittany from him, but Brittany begged him to not say anything and he kept his trap shut since he obviously wasn't over her.

I stepped closer to the wheelchair'd son of a bitch and leaned down so our faces were only a couple of inches apart. He had the nerve to accuse me of treating my girlfriend like she was a thing? He was asking for it.

"Listen grandma, you don't see me calling my girlfriend stupid," I stated coldly, making him frown and hopefully shutting his trap. "And I trust her around shameful paraplegic ex-boyfriends like you. It's you I don't trust Stubbles. Just remember who has the nerves in her legs to kick that stupid Kermit the Frog face of yours-"

"Santana, cut it out!" Brittany suddenly shouted, standing up and putting her hands up. She was frowning, which hurt my heart because I hated it when she didn't smile. I knew I was going a little far, but Abrams was on the verge of getting smacked in the face for talking shit.

I crossed my arms and leaned on one leg. Yes, I internally admitted my wrongs, but I wasn't about to show other people that I did. To an extent I was right, stupid Professor Xavier should've shut the hell up.

"What?" I asked, acting like I didn't say anything wrong. "Britt, if you and me were to ever break up and you weren't over me, and then we started hanging out and trying to be friends, what would you do?"

She looked away for a moment and bit her lip. Yeah, her look was all I needed for an answer.

"That's what I thought. So feel free to tutor or do whatever the fuck you want to do, but if I see you –" I pointed specifically to Professor X. "- even look at my girlfriend the wrong way, I'll rip your limp paralyzed dick off."

Stubbles frowned. "I still have the use of my penis," he muttered, but I didn't give a shit, he wouldn't be able to do much of anything if he interfered with my relationship.

"I bet it's all blue and covered with dust and spider webs," I couldn't help but remark.

"Santana!"

I rolled my eyes. Brittany should've been used to me by now.

"Continue your little session. I have people to fool about my sexual orientation. Enjoy." I turned on my heel and stomp out of the choir room.

I opened my locker, and I was welcomed by my usual views of Brittana-themed pictures. Pictures of the two of us when we were in sixth grade on some stupid field trip to some stupid zoo, or that one picture of the two of us at nationals last year. We pretty much smiled in all of them, we just looked so happy. They even made me smile. I took one picture in particular out just to have a closer look. It was a picture of Brittany and me at the bar in our hotel at New York, just before nationals. I was sitting on a stool, smiling a toothless smile at the camera, and Brittany was standing behind me, head on my shoulder, giving her usual exaggerated smile that seemed to shoot rays of sunshine out of the picture. She had her arms around my waist, holding me close like she didn't want to lose me. Did we count as together back then? The exact time we actually started being a couple still wasn't clear to me, the clearest it got was back at the restaurant. But damn, this picture in particular had enough power to give me goosebumps. Kudos to Puck for taking it.

I was brought out of my zone by the voice of someone talking behind me.

"Hey there sexy thang."

Who the fuck says "sexy thang"? A look of disgust already on my face, I turned around to see who was the cunt that had the balls to even approach me. Oh gross, I recognized this kid. He was some sophomore asshole he thought he was Rico Suave or some shit. He wasn't even that cute. I'd seen him hit on the other Cheerios before - except Brittany because then he wouldn't have been amongst the living – and he was unsuccessful on all his pursuits. Did he think this was going to be any different?

"Piss off Jeremiah." I rolled my eyes and placed the picture back before he could notice anything.

"My name's Josh," he corrected me. "Josh Coleman."

"And I care because?" I closed my locker and looked at him with an uninterested look on my face.

"Because I believe I meet all your qualifications for the perfect boyfriend." God this guy was cocky. And he stopped being even close to my qualifications the moment he came out of his mother's vagina with a penis.

"I'm not interested in a boyfriend."

"I know, those football douches aren't interesting at all, it's no wonder you don't date them anymore. Us rugby players are a lot more fun, in fact I'm the captain-"

"Okay look Coleslaw. I'm not interested. You want me to say it in Spanish? No me interesa. Or hey, how about caveman, your native language? No want. No fucking want."

With that, I turned around and started to walk away. But the douchebag said something that really set me off.

"What are you, a lesbian?"

I froze. Holy shit, he was just asking to get castrated. Slowly I turned, and my eyes shot rays of death into his skin.

"What did you say?"

He was scowling at me, clearly pissed at getting rejected. Okay, never did I hear him accusing the other Cheerios of being lesbians for turning his worthless ass down. Why was I the only one he accused? What the fuck was his problem?

"I'm just saying. You're usually hopping on someone's dick every week. Now ever since school started this isn't the case. Changed your colors over the summer?"

Oh hell no. I stomped over to him and went all up in his face. He had the nerve to accuse me of being a lesbian? Regardless that it was true, no one accused me of being a lesbian. And no sophomore was about to stir the pot to make me explode.

"I've gained standards over the summer, douchecunt," I growled at him. "You're not my type. And you know why? Because I think bestiality is wrong."

That shut him up. He finally broke his gaze on me and looked away, licking his lips in defeat. Yeah, that's what I thought. I gave him a smirk and turned around to walk away once more. But then another smart remark came out of his stupid idiotic mouth.

"You'd be too wide for me anyway." No he did not just call my vagina wide.

That was it. I snapped.

I turned around and flew at him, an animalistic scream escaping my mouth. But before I could even crash into him, I felt a pair of arms wrap around me and pull me back. I reached my hands out to try and claw the bastard before I would be unable to reach him, but I was pulled away too quickly and my nails didn't touch skin. I tried to break free of the person's grip so I could eat Coleslaw alive, but the arms that were around me were strong and muscular. God damn it, one guess on who it was.

"Santana stop!" I heard a trout yelled. I didn't listen of course, I was still struggling out of his grip. Coleslaw winked at me and smiled, and turned to leave. No shit, he was getting away! Trouty Mouth needed to let go of me now, before the little shit won the day.

"Sam get the fuck off me!" I demanded. But he didn't obey.

"No Santana. Fighting and getting suspended isn't worth it!"

Even though Coleslaw was long gone, I was still trying to claw away from Sam to go and find him. Clearly the trout was trying to hold on to me until I cooled down. Yeah, okay.

"It totally is, now let me go so I can claw his fucking eyes out!"

He let go of me for a moment, and I tried to speed away, but he grabbed me and turned me around to I was facing him. His golden hair was in his eyes, and he was all red from trying to hold me down. He shook me to try and calm me down, but it wasn't working.

"Santana, you need to calm down! He's just a stupid sophomore, and no one even cares about the rugby team!"

Finally admitting to myself that he wasn't going to stop, and stood still and let out a deep breath.

"Yeah, okay whatever. Yeah."

He still didn't trust me though and had his hands on my shoulder, which just pissed me off even more. I hated not being trusted, even though I shouldn't be trusted.

"Can I trust you to not run down the halls searching for him?"

"No, not really."

He let out a sigh. "Santana you know there are a lot of this assholes in this school. You shouldn't listen to them."

"Oh I'm sorry, what was that? I was too busy looking at your oversized mouth going up and down like a trout in a fish tank."

His lips formed a straight line. Yeah, insulting people was a reflex of mine, but lucky for me most people were used to it. Kind of.

"Santana."

"Ugh whatever. Are you marrying Quinn yet?" I just wanted to change the subject, especially to a subject he wasn't comfortable with.

His green eyes looked away from me and his straight line turned into an upside-down curve. "Santana, I'm dating Mercedes."

I shook my head. "Oh c'mon, seriously? I call rebound."

He finally removed his hands from my shoulder, assured that I wouldn't go murder the rugby cunt. "Rebound? Look Santana, Quinn's not herself right now, ever since she broke up with Finn-"

"Yeah yeah, she went batshit. How about you shut the fuck up and go talk to her?"

He leaned away from me. "I'm dating Mercedes, Santana! And Quinn's off doing her thing with the Skanks, she's not even in glee club anymore."

Yeah, pink-haired Quinn was gross. Well, it was actually kind of hot but I was obligated to say it was gross because I was currently in a relationship, albeit secret relationship, with a girl I've loved for years and shouldn't have thoughts like that about one of my best friends. Well, ex-best friend. God, Finn was a douche.

"Dump Jennifer Hudson, Evans. Don't act like you don't still love Quinn."

He threw his hands up in the air, frustrated that I was still insisting that he interact with his beloved ex. "I'm done talking about this Santana!"

Annoyed with me, he walked past me and didn't look back. I couldn't help but smile at how defensive he was being. Really, how obvious was it that he was super in love with Quinn? I knew exactly what it was like to be in love, I knew the looks – though of course no one but Brittany knew that I knew such things. Still, I knew the look of someone in love, and Sam had it when he looked at Quinn. It was disgustingly adorable.

But enough of other people's relationships, mine was more important. Speaking of my relationship, where was Brittany? I turned around to go find her, but by coincidence she was just walking up to her locker, which just so happened to me next to mine for the fourth year in a row. Stubbles not around, the butterflies kicked in and I smiled at my beautiful girlfriend. God, she was gorgeous.

I walked up to her and leaned against my locker, gazing at her dreamily. "Hey," I greeted.

She looked at me while opening her locker and smiled at me, her milky skin turning red in seconds. She was so cute when she blushed. "Hi."

Her locker was full of pictures of the two of us, just like mine. Well, us and her cat. Her rather fat cat that she seemed to love like a child. I hated that damned cat, and quite honestly Brittany gave him the stupidest name imaginable. Lord Tubbington? Seriously? I still loved her though, no matter how simple-minded she was. Being simple was good, there were too many complicated assholes in the world – like me. Imagine I dated someone that was just like me? Yikes.

I knew I had to tell her something, because quite honestly I'd been feeling guilty all day for acting like a bitch. She was the only person that made me feel guilty enough to apologize, she was lucky.

"Hey, I'm sorry about earlier," I told her as she started digging through her locker. "I was just a little defensive because, well, it's Artie."

"I forgive you," she spoke softly. "I understand. And I'm happy you trust me, but I would appreciate it if you trusted Artie too. You know he's not like that."

I looked away. "I don't even know what he's like. He seemed alright until he called you stupid-"

"Santana," she interrupted, not angrily but firmly. "I didn't appreciate when he called me that, but that was last year. He just wants to be friends with me, and I'm fine with that. Okay?"

I bit my lip and sighed. Well good for her if she was happy with all that, but that didn't mean I was happy. Didn't I get a say in all this?

"I don't know, I guess I'm just a little tense because –"

"Because Artie's the only one that knows about us? Because you're afraid he's going to tell?"

Wow, that wasn't exactly what I was going to say, but when she said that I realized that was the exact reason why I was extra hostile towards him. That made sense.

"Um, yeah."

I expected her to scold me some more, but she simply smiled at me, which made me confused.

"I love you Santana," she said out of the blue. I was happy to hear it, but that was rather random.

But eh, what the fuck. I smiled back, and I felt my cheeks heat up. A year ago I would've never thought I would love those three words. Hell, love didn't exist to me, or at least I didn't think it did. Brittany helped me realize love was real, that love was what made this world. Shit, was I glad I fell in love with her.

"I love you too," I whispered.

I wanted to kiss her so badly at that moment, and I was sure she wanted to kiss me too. But there was a wall between us, a wall that prevent us from doing the deed. It was the wall of society values, of being accepted by everyone. If we broke down that wall, there would be nothing to defend us.

We would be nothing.

I escaped the darkness with moist eyes. Had I been crying in my sleep? It certainly felt so. Wait, shit where was I? Oh, I was in my room, the last place I remembered being before blacking out. Where was Brittany? Where was my wife, my beloved Mrs. Lopierce? Fuck I needed her. I needed to hold her, to love her, where was she?

I rolled over in my bed, and then I was face-to-face with the most beautiful being in the universe.

Her dead blue eyes stared at me, as if she was watching me sleep the entire time. She didn't blink, she didn't move. Oh Lord, was she dead? The cancer got to her that fast? No, no that couldn't be -

"Mrs. Lopierce?" she whispered to me.

Tears were already flowing out of my eyes and onto the bedsheets. I was sure there was big puddle around the bed made of my tears. I was so happy she didn't die yet, that her heart was still beating. I loved her so much, there was no way she was leaving me.

It took me a while to respond, but I tearfully responded. "Other Mrs. Lopierce."

Then tears starting rolling down from her own eyes and her bottom lip started to quiver. That wasn't a good sign at all.

"I'm scared."

We both broke down at that moment. I moved over and wrapped my arm around her, digging my head into her hair and let her sob softly into my chest. I knew she couldn't act that strong without breaking down, I knew her better than that.

Now it was my turn to be the strong one. I had to be. I wasn't the one with the cancer. I wasn't the one that was going to die.

She needed me to be strong. Hell, I needed me to be strong.

"We'll get through this together," I whispered to her, placing a kiss on the top of her head and continuing to hold her close.

Together, that was the most important part.

We would be together until it was time for her to go.