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Short chap. Should I write about the Born This Way shirt thing orrr straight to them making up and being friends/lovers again?

"Hi." Santana approached Brittany cautiously.

She was almost done fixing her stuff in her locker when Santana approached her. She turned to look at her friend. "Hey."

Santana gulped. She was never good at talks. Or rather, she never really did that kind of thing. "Can we talk?"

Santana's expression made Brittany nervous too. "But we never do that." she really wanted to talk but if it was going to make Santana uncomfortable, she'd rather not.

"Yeah, I know, but I wanted to thank you for performing that song with me in Glee Club." she smiled at Brittany.

"Yeah." she didn't know what to say.

Santana continued. "'cause it's made me do a lot of thinking. And what I've realized is why I'm such a bitch all the time. I'm a bitch because I'm angry. I'm angry because I have all of these feelings —" she looked around to see if anyone was going to hear, "feelings for you — that I'm afraid of dealing with, because I'm afraid of dealing with the consequences. And, Brittany, I can't go to an Indigo Girls concert, I just can't." she took a deep breath, hoping Brittany understood what she was implying.

"I understand that." Brittany understood the first part. About the feelings. About how Santana always dismissed her when she tried to tell her how she felt. But what Indigo Girls concert is she talking about?

"Do you understand what I'm trying to say here?" she pushed. She thought, please, understand. I don't want to say it out loud.

She shook her head. "No, not really."

Santana's voice sounded smaller. "I want to be with you." there. It's out in the open. She said it. "But, I'm afraid of the talks, and the looks. I mean, you know what happened to Kurt at this school." she looked around again. She was doomed if someone overhears their conversation.

"But, honey, if anybody were to ever make fun of you, you would either kick their ass or slash them with your vicious, vicious words." she assured her. She wanted to say, or, I myself will kick their dirty asses, but she didn't.

She took note that Brittany didn't answer her question. But she pushed that away and explained "Yeah, I know, but I'm so afraid of what everyone will say behind my back." she looked at Brittany, so innocently beautiful but sexy at the same time. "Still, I have to accept that I love you. I love you, and I don't want to be with Sam, or Finn, or any of those other guys. I just want you. Please say you love me back. Please." she was getting desperate. She turned to look around again to see if anyone heard. She can't believe that she was actually saying those three words that she kept deep within her heart. It felt like a thorn wrapped around her heart was removed. Still, she was anxious. Anxious of what Brittany will say.

Brittany answered her. "Of course I love you. I do. And I would totally be with you if it weren't for Artie." she finally said it. Two statements that she was would've died taking back if it ever slipped out. But it's out now. Two of her dilemmas. Loving Santana while loving Artie. Wanting to be with Santana when she's with Artie.

"Artie?" happiness slowly turned into rage. Not Artie. This can't be happening...

"I love him, too. I don't want to hurt him, that's not right. I can't break up with him." she frowned. It was the truth. But saying it to Santana's face hurt a little bit. She bit her lip. Her heart was beating so fast, she thought she'd faint anytime.

Santana's rage grew. "Yes, you can. He's just a stupid boy." she put all her venom into the sentence. Brittany rejected her. She still can't believe it. Tears started falling to her cheeks.

She sensed Santana's rage. "But it wouldn't be right." she swallowed. She felt Santana slowly stepping back. No, don't go. "Santana, you have to know, if Artie and I were to ever break up, and I'm lucky enough that you're still single..." she reached out for Santana's folded arms.

No. No. How dare you. She slightly raised her hand to reject Brittany's hand that was about to touch her. Brittany was like fire and she was paper. She couldn't afford contact. It would destroy her. "Don't."

She took Santana's warning and stopped. She took a deep breath. How could this be happening? How could they finally admit their feelings for each other, then fall apart so soon? She shook her head and continued. "I am so yours. Proudly so." it was a promise. It was her promise to Santana.

She wanted to scream. How could Brittany reject her then tell her that she was her second choice? How dare she tell her to wait for them to break up? Instead, she kept the scream to herself and snapped at Brittany, "Yeah, well, wow. Whoever thought that being fluid meant you could be so stuck." she started to step back.

"I'm sorry." Santana was leaving. She can't go. Her tears started falling too. She doesn't want Santana to go. She doesn't want them to fight. "Don't. I'm sorry." she tried to keep Santana by hugging her. It usually works. She usually stops. And then they'll kiss, and just like magic, they will be okay again.

But today was different. Santana was too hurt to want anything Brittany has to offer. However, even if she was hurt and mad at Brittany, she doesn't want to physically hurt her. She pushed her, just enough to break off the hug. With all her anger, she tried to say it calmly "Get off me." she stormed away from the lockers, tears falling, her heart breaking.

"Baby, what's wrong? You're here beside me but your mind is somewhere else." Artie kissed her forehead.

"Hmm. I was thinking about Lord Tubbington's emails to me again. He was so angry at the fat lady in the vet that called him fat." she lied. She was thinking about Santana. It's been a week since the talk in the locker. Santana hasn't called her since. No visits, no messages, no notes, not even a simple eye contact when they were in glee club. She seats near Santana in almost every class but when she tried to talk to her, Santana would answer coldly or ignore her. The only physical contact they had was when they were doing a routine in cheerios practice. She missed Santana. Deep in thought, she didn't notice that she was frowning.

"You're frowning. Were the emails that bad?" he laughed and kissed her cheek. "Don't worry, his anger will pass. Let him cool off for a while." he smiled at her.

One of the reasons why Brittany fell in love with Artie was because he was so sweet. So caring, so gentle. And unlike Santana, he always showed his sweet side. "Thanks, babe." she kissed him back. She closed her eyes and saw Santana's face.

Santana has been hanging out with Quinn, either inviting her to go shopping or to go get coffee. She had been avoiding Brittany for a week now, ever since Brittany rejected her. She missed her. A lot. But whenever she sees Brittany with Artie, it opens a wound in her heart. She dialled Quinn's number.

"Fabray." she paused. "You again, Santana? Wow, you really need to make up with Brittany because you're starting to annoy me."

"Yeah, don't mention that person. Anyway, wanna go see a movie? We can make fun of their stupid lives after." actually, she really wanted to see that movie, and had made plans with Brittany the moment the trailer came out. But seeing that it's a love story, she didn't want Quinn to see her as a softie.

"I know what's happening here, Santana. We might not be as close as you and Britt, but I'm still your friend." Quinn's tone was serious.

A chill passed her. She gulped. "Wha-what in the hells is you talkin' 'bout?"

"You're in love with her. That's why you sang that song with Ms. Holiday. And for some reason, she's in love with you too, but she's with Artie. That's just a guess, but I'm Quinn Fabray. I'm always right." Quinn said it as-a-matter-of-factly. Before Santana could even react, she continued, "and I know why you're so afraid of anyone finding out. My lips are sealed. Unholy Trinity promise."

"I... I... thank you..." she was too shocked to be angry at Quinn. She took a deep breath and regained her composure. "But the moment this gets out, I will skin you alive, Fabray. Anyway, movie?"

"Yes, yes. I want to see that movie too, anyway."