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Chapter 4

For the first time in her life, Brittany didn't want to go to school. No, she did want to go to school… she just didn't want to go to lessons. How could she after what had happened with her teacher?

Brittany had stayed up most of the night thinking up ways she could get out of school and so far the best idea she had come up with was to borrow a nuclear bomb and blow up the school… the only problem with that was she would have to buy a launcher to go with it.

She buried her head further into her pillows and groaned out her frustration. She could just pretend to be sick right? Or would that be too obvious she was trying to avoid her teacher?

Never the less, she pulled out her phone and called the school to tell them that she wouldn't be attending lessons today.

Santana lay in bed, completely still and stared up at her ceiling. Her hands were locked behind her head and had been for about the past three hours she had been awake.

A single tear streamed down the side of her face.

She thought back to last night events, her realisation and what had happened in the bar. Santana was stupid, after all her father was a doctor. She knew something was wrong with her, why would she be having all these pains and passing out? But she knew she was perfectly healthy. She ate well, she went to the gym, and she didn't drink as much as she used to after the assignment in glee club and alcohol awareness assembly.

She promised herself that she would go to the doctors if anything else happened.

Her mind wandered off to what Quinn and her had been talking about. Was she really gay? Could that be possible? She'd dated guys all of her life, people don't just decide one morning to be gay do they? She closed her eyes tight and tried to forget about everything. All of her thoughts were beginning to hurt her insides.

Brittany stood over the stove. She knew she shouldn't, whenever she tried to cook it always ended badly. But she knew when Santana woke up she would want food after the night she'd had.

She had just got off the phone with Quinn. Brittany was pissed that she wouldn't tell her what had happened to make Santana so upset but Quinn had told her about the panic attack and that she would need some looking after. "Good job I decided to stay off…"

Santana's bedroom door clicked open and Brittany spun round holding a smoking frying pan in her hands. "Oops…" she muttered when she realised she had burned everything again.

"Britt? What are you doing? Why aren't you at school?" Santana rushed over to take the pan from Brittany and threw the contents into the trash.

"I didn't feel like going in today," she said honestly. Santana always knew when she was lying. "And I wanted to make sure you were okay, so I decided to make you breakfast but then I burnt it all. I'm so sorry San." Brittany burst into a fit of tears. She didn't even know why she was crying. Maybe it was everything that had happened last night at school or the fact that something happened with Santana but she wouldn't tell her what.

Santana stood frozen in her spot. What had just happened? She wanted to hug Brittany and make everything ok. But she couldn't move. She still didn't know how she felt about the whole realisation of her feelings.

Then, she looked up at the blonde. Tears streamed down her face and her bottom lip was quivering. Why was she being so stupid about touching her? This is her best friend! Nothing would ever change that.

She threw her arms around the blonde's neck and pulled her down into a tight hug. "Britt, what's wrong?"

"I don't know San. I ruined your breakfast…" she paused and gasped for breath. "I want to be able to make you feel better but no one will tell me what happened last night so I can't." she pulled her hands away from her eyes and looked down into pools of chocolate eyes.

"Oh Britt..." Santana sighed as she pulled the blonde to a stool and sat her down. "You don't have to make me breakfast. And you know you just being here to hug me will always make me feel better." She sat down gently on Brittany's lap and hugged her to prove her point.

Santana could feel her mind screaming at her to stop what she was doing and get the fuck up before she did something stupid, but she ignored it. Brittany was her best friend.

"I know San… but that doesn't stop me from worrying." Brittany buried her face into Santana's neck as a fresh wave of tears began to fall.

"You don't need to worry about me Britt. I'm a big girl." Santana squeezed the blonde tighter before standing up and heading over to restart breakfast. She turned round to face the blonde, her eyes were still watering and her face was red and puffy. She gave in, "Okay I'll tell you." Obviously she wasn't going to tell her what he had said because then she would have to tell her about her feelings… she shook her head. No, she couldn't tell her how she felt. "There was this freak at the bar kept flirting with me, and then when I told him to get lost he said something that really got to me."

Brittany was staring up at the blonde with curiosity. If she wanted to know what the guy had said she wasn't asking. She clearly knew that Santana didn't want to think about it.

"Then I must have started to have a panic attack or something because the next thing I know I'm sitting with Quinn and I have this really horrible pain in my chest." She held her hand to where she had felt the pain and carried on talking. "Then Quinn brought me home but when you walked in I just wanted to hug you and cry because you make me feel better, you know?"

Santana looked down at her hands playing in her lap. She couldn't make eyes contact with Brittany; she knew if she did she would start crying.

Brittany reached over and placed her hand over to Santana's. "I'm always here to make you feel better, San."

"Yeah, well it's not going to happen again 'coz I'll go all Lima Heights on his sorry ass." She muttered.

"The walls are back up…" Brittany thought to herself. "I'm going to go and take a shower." Brittany stood up and wandered off to her bathroom as Santana began to cook even though she wasn't hungry at all.

They had both curled up on either end of the sofa as the theme tune to 'Friends' played from the TV. A half-eaten bacon sandwich sat on a plate on the coffee table. They hadn't spoken to each other since breakfast. It wasn't like they were ignoring each other or anything, it was a comfortable silence.

Brittany wanted this day to be as long as possible because she knew she was going to have to go to school and face her teacher in the morning. She couldn't stay of for the rest of her life. She could move schools but that would be stupid considering all the effort she had put in to get into this school.

She had thought about telling Santana about what had happened but she didn't want to give her anything else to worry about.

Brittany could feel Santana's eyes on her, focusing on every inch of her body. She turned to face the brunette with a small smile on her face. Santana quickly diverted her eyes, a bright red flush climbing up her face.

"What?" Brittany giggled.

"Nothing… you just looked like you were thinking about something important." Santana knew for a fact it was important. She only ever frowned or scowled when she was thinking about something important or something was bothering her.

"Oh, it's nothing." Brittany turned back to face the TV. She knew if she made eye contact with the Latina she would know she was lying.

"Britt, don't lie to me. What is it?"

"Busted"

Santana shuffled up the sofa so their knees were touching. Brittany looked anywhere around the room but Santana's eyes, she fiddled with her hands in her lips and at one point Santana swore she started to whistle.

"Britt." Santana said more forcefully but kept her voice calm and soft to let Brittany know she wouldn't be mad whatever it was.

Brittany finally dragged her eyes away from the window on the other side of the room and met Santana's chocolate orbs. She could feel her heart melt just by looking at her.

"Last night, when I stayed behind at school with my teacher she tried to make a pass at me…" Santana's heart stopped, her mouth went dry and she could feel her heat begin to race in her chest. She didn't know if there was any pain with her heart beats because her whole body went numb.

"Britt… what do you mean?" she knew fine well what the blonde meant.

"She tried to kiss me, and if I had let her I doubt that's all she would have tried. But I never, I pushed her away. San, I didn't let anything happen." Brittany's voice was shaking and almost too quiet to understand.

Santana hadn't realised she was clutching Brittany's thigh until the blonde moved her leg nervously. Santana pulled away and stood up. She walked straight for the kitchen and started to wash the dishes. Her whole body was stiff.

"Santana? What are you doing?" Brittany walked up behind her, inches away from her back.

"I'm cleaning, Britt." Santana's voice was cold and harsh.

"Why?"

"Because I know if I don't keep myself busy, I will drive to that school and kick the shit out of her! She's your teacher Britt!" Santana's voice was getting louder by the second and her whole body was shaking as the anger she felt raged through her.

Brittany couldn't say anything, she knew Santana would be angry but she never thought she be this angry. She was furious.

Santana splashed the water and slammed dishes around, she knew she needed to calm down, Brittany had pushed her off it's not like she cheated on her or anything. She wasn't even dating Brittany!

"San… Calm down please." Brittany whispered into her ear. She was so close; Santana could feel her warm breath against her face. She closed her eyes and revelled in the feelings that were overwhelming her body.

She suddenly flinched and stepped back. She couldn't be feeling like this. It wasn't right, she wasn't gay.

Brittany was startled by the sudden movement and took a step back.

"I... I have to go to work." Santana said as she picked up her bag and ran to the door. It slammed loudly behind her. Brittany had no idea what had just happened…

Santana hadn't lied about going to work. She was doing an afternoon shift but she was going to make a few stops on the way.

She jumped into her car and pulled out of the garages behind her building. She completely forgot about her fear of driving on the streets of New York and pulled out onto the road.

She clumsily yanked her phone out of her pocket and hit 'call'. She didn't wait for the other person to say "hello" before she started talking. "Get ready. I'm coming to pick you up." She knew she shouldn't be acting like this but she and all of her friends knew how defensive she was of Brittany.

Brittany sat in complete silence as Blaine passed her a coffee. She had called him just after Santana left; she needed someone to talk to. She needed to tell someone about how she had been feeling.

"I've never really thought about the possibility of even being gay…" Brittany whispered.

"It's okay Britt. I won't judge you." He placed his hand on her thigh and looked up into her eyes. "It's okay to feel like this. You might not even be gay? It could be a faze or anything or you might just be gay for San?" he joked earning a smile from the blonde.

"I don't know Blaine… it feels like it's always been there, you know? It's just taken me years to finally find it. I feel like it's been covered up for so long and I can finally breathe now I know…" Blaine smiled knowing exactly how the blonde felt.

He pulled her into a strong hug and rocked her slowly back and forth to calm her down. "Everything will be fine Britt."

"Thanks for coming round Blaine. I hope I didn't drag you from something important. I just really needed to let off some steam."

"It's fine Britt. I'm here if you need to talk to me about anything else." He said honestly.

Santana raced around the school to find a space to park with a screaming blonde hanging onto her seat for dear life. Santana hadn't said a word to Quinn about what they were doing or where they were going.

Her knuckles had turned white from gripping the wheel so tight, her eyes were like daggers and her whole body was stiff as the rage carried on pumping around her body. She knew what she was doing was wrong, she could probably get arrested but that's why she had Quinn here to pull her off if something went wrong.

She swerved and spun into a parking spot; she hurled herself out of the car and began to run across the street without even checking if it was safe to go. "Santana! You're going to get yourself killed!" Santana ignored Quinn and carried on walking. "What the hell are you doing?!" Quinn shouted when she finally caught up to the brunette.

"Just follow me and shut up." Santana snapped. Quinn was used to Santana snapping like that but she couldn't help but feel a little shocked.

Santana stopped outside of the main door as a flood of people charged out as the final bell of the day rang through the school. She jumped up to look over the crowds but couldn't see anything. She pushed her way past everyone, Quinn grabbing at the back of her jacket so she wouldn't lose the other girl in the mass of bodies.

When they reached the back of the crowd Santana stopped and looked left and right trying to figure out which way to go next. Quinn grabbed both of Santana's shoulders and spun her round to face her.

"What the fuck is going on? And why are we in Brittany's school? You could just wait for her to get home you know!"

"She didn't come to school today." Santana snapped again. "And we are here because I'm going to kick the shit out of her dance teacher for making a pass at Britt!" Santana charged off down the corridor in the direction she assumed the dance studios would be. NYU had a pretty big campus but she was confident she would be able to find the right place. She knew exactly who she was looking for; Brittany had explained well enough what her teacher looked like.

"Santana! Stop!" Quinn didn't know how to stop the angry Latina and she almost felt sorry for the person on the other end of her anger. Almost. She could feel her own anger boiling at the thought of someone making a pass at an innocent Brittany.

Santana screeched to a halt when she noticed a flash of ginger hair in a floor to ceiling mirror. She stormed into in the room, the woman spun round at the unknown woman invading her space. "Are you the dance teacher here?" The ginger woman nodded warily. "Do you know Brittany Peirce?" she nodded again but this time with a sparkle in her eye and a smile on her face.

That's all Santana needed to know before she lunged for the woman. They slid across the floor in a mess of limbs, the other woman whimpered in shock. Santana's fist pounded over and over into the taller woman's stomach. Brittany's teacher grabbed Santana's hair and flipped their bodies.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" The teacher screamed. Quinn stood on the other side of the room; she had no idea what she could do to stop the fight. Her eyes were wide and doe eyed.

"You made a pass at her!" Santana screamed as she flipped their bodies again and bringing her fist up to the other woman's face. Blood splattered across the wooden floor from her nose.

"What's that got to do with you?" her words were slurred and stuttered. Santana's vision went red and she brought her had down to meet the woman's slamming their skulls together hard. Her vision blurred for a moment and she could feel the familiar pain in her chest.

They both screamed out in pain but then Santana felt a fist knock the side of her face and she went flying across the floor. The other woman had somehow managed to bring her fist up and punch her in her eye. Quinn ran over and helped Santana up to her feet. She grabbed her arms and held her away from the other woman. "Stay away from Brittany!" Quinn shouted before pulling a reluctant Santana roughly out of the school. She clutched her chest hard and leaned against Quinn.

Blaine and Brittany walked into the bar of crowded people. He'd asked Brittany if she wanted to see where Santana, Quinn and he worked and she was all too eager to see.

They walked up to the bar and ordered their drinks. "Where are Q and San?" Blaine asked the small black haired woman behind the bar. She lifted her hand and pointed to the back room. Brittany was surprised she could hear him over the pounding music.

"I wouldn't go back their though, things are all kinds of messy." She whispered in a warning voice and shook her head.

Brittany looked to Blaine in confusing before the pair of them hurried through the door. Brittany began to panic as hundreds of images of Santana passed through her mind.

They burst through the door just as Quinn was lifting and ice pack to Santana's swollen eye. Brittany's mouth dropped. "What the fuck happened?" she shouted.

Santana looked at Brittany doe eyed, mostly because she never swore but also because she felt like she was about to be screamed at. She wasn't looking forward to telling Brittany what had just happened.