Worry; Santana Lopez(/Brittany Pierce), 200 words; Rated PG
There weren't many things that Santana ever worried about.
Worrying was for the Rachel Berrys of this world, the people who were so weak as to where they couldn't see straight without constant reassurance that everything under the sun was in their proper order.
She wasn't a Rachel.
But there was something off with Brittany. Things hadn't been the same between them for a while, which, okay, was probably at least half her fault, and she was - okay, she'd admit it. She was worried that something was wrong with Brittany.
There was a difference between the blissful naivete she had always known for Brittany, and this. After all, a good amount of the time, Santana didn't even know what went on in that girl's mind, although she was always eager to find out. Now, Brittany was almost a wounded animal retreating back into her shell.
If she could talk to her like they used to, even if she had to pull out her secret weaponry (No one could resist her, if she put on the charms. Just ask Finn. Or the effects on Rachel, for that matter...), maybe she could help.
That is, if Brittany even wanted her help.