AN: I am trying to post a chapter a day, but please don't hold me to that. I've got most of the story planned out, although those plans might change as we go along so you shall have to see.
This can be considered as chapter one and the proper start of the story, please enjoy.
again, I love reviews, I really do.
Chapter one
"San listen please?" Brittany begged as she chased her best friend down the corridor towards their lockers.
She had rushed out as soon as Mr Shue had let them go, slamming the doors behind her and shocking the others with her outburst.
"I told you I'm not ready, I told you I'm not ready for people to know and you didn't listen! you know Quinn's gunna use that against me now! Are you really that stupid that you didn't realise what you were doing was completely idiotic, that it could mess up everything!" Santana nearly screamed at the blonde and she spun around to face her, eyes glaring.
The moment the last sentence had left her mouth, she regretted it, she didn't mean to call Brittany stupid, Brittany wasn't stupid, she was one of the cleverest people Santana knew.
The blondes face dropped and tears threatened to fall from her eyes.
"no I'm sorry, Britt, don't cry, I'm so-"
Brittany cut her off, angrily spitting out each word, an edge of venom that Santana had never heard lacing into her voice which was not longer its usual monotone tone.
"Don't call me stupid San, I know I don't always think things through and I know I'm not the cleverest person at this school but I'm not stupid. I thought you were the only person that believed that and wouldn't make fun of me, you know I hate being called stupid San, you know!" Brittany started in a whispered scream, tears falling as she continued, her whole body shaking.
"I love you San; you love me too, you told me that, so why can't we tell anyone else? It's okay for Finn and Rachel to kiss and be together, and look at them, it looks like a whale eating a fish, but nobody complains, but San, why can't we be like that? I don't want to hide any more, we need to stop hiding San, and we need to stop running away, come out San! Come out!" Brittany practically screamed the last part through her sobbing; she bunched up her fists into Santana's shirt, dragging her towards her.
Blue eyes searched for brown ones as they both stood there in silence, both shocked at Brittany's outburst.
The corridor was deserted as the Glee club had overrun, so there was no fear of being heard or caught in such a compromising position.
After what seemed like hours but was actually only a few seconds, Santana broke the silence.
"I can't Brittney" she whispered, tears beginning to fall, her mascara leaving tracks down her face.
"I'm not ready, I'm not strong enough" she finished, breaking eye contact finally with the blonde and dropping her head to stare at her feet.
Brittany let go on Santana's shirt which she was still gripping onto.
"Tana?" she started, her shaking slowing.
"I'm not angry" She whispered gently, stroking the Latinas face with her thumb, removing some of the smudged make-up.
It was true, she wasn't angry, not any more. The anger that she had previously felt had left her as quickly as it had come. She felt like a deflated balloon. She hated fighting, but what she hated more was Santana being sad or scared, and right now Santana was terrified, terrified of not being accepted by those around her, losing everything which she had worked for, her small group of friends, the popularity which she had worked up to and of course her place on the Cheerio's which before now had promised some form of protection to her. Most of all though, she was terrified of what happened to Kurt happening to her.
Pale skin reached for Caramel as Brittany clutched Santana's hands, bringing her towards the taller girl and into a warm embrace.
Santana's arms snaked around Brittany's waist as she nuzzled her face into the blondes shoulder, covering her tears.
"shh, don't cry Tana, it's OK, Quinn won't say anything, I'll talk to her, she'll understand, she's our friend, I'm sorry, I love you San" Brittany rambled, hugging the smaller girl tightly to her chest, her hand stroking her brown locks, both shaking slightly.
Slowly Santana pulled away, backing away towards her locker, getting ready to go home.
"Just wait please? Give me time? I will tell people eventually, I do love you, more than anyone, and I don't want to be with Puck, or Sam, or Finn, or any of those other guys, believe me please? And give me time? Please Britt, it will be worth it." Santana whispered, almost inaudibly to the blonde
Her tears had stopped but the tracks of mascara remained, a small bubble of snot appeared at her nose as she sniffed loudly.
"I just wish you knew what it was like to be me" she said slowly, her voice breaking slightly, sounding slightly strained.
The two stared at each other again unblinking; their mouths open slightly, breath coming out in pants.
A large bang sounded, breaking the silence between the two as Mercedes burst in, smiling widely and laughing at some unknown joke. Behind her trailed Kurt, also smiling widely.
Both stopped still as they noticed the two cheerleaders, both of which hadn't moved.
"Santana?" Mercedes asked quietly, mouth agape at what she was seeing.
Santana had been crying?
Santana Lopez had being crying?
THE Santana Lopez had been crying?
Queen bitch at the school and all around badass Santana Lopez had been crying?
She didn't know what has caused it but she sure as hell was going to find out, and she had a suspicion that Brittany had something to do with it.
"I'll see you at the party tonight" Santana stated calmly before turning and exiting without looking behind her, leaving Brittany standing dumbfounded with the equally confused Mercedes and Kurt.
Kurt was the first one to break the silence this time.
"I think coffee is in order" he paused slightly before continuing
"Mercedes? Brittany? You coming?"
AN: again thank-you for reading.
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