Hello, I'm back. I said the update will be sooner than usually, so here it is. This chapter is the shortest I've ever written, but I tried not to keep it too long because the next chapters are going to be a little longer than before and more stuff will happen. The song from this chapter is "Mess I Made" by Parachute. Listening to it while reading the chapter would be cool, too. Enjoy! :)

"Britt", her voice echoed behind me. I didn't even took a second to look back, I just kept walking forward.

"Britt, please", Santana ran after me, but I didn't care.

"Brittany!" She breathed out my name, impatience hiding in her calm, soft, now strong voice and grabbed my arm. I stopped walking, but didn't turn around. I didn't want to look at her. The feel of disappointment and anger flew through me, not sure which one was stronger. Her touch burned my skin and it made everything even harder.

"I have nothing to say to you", I avoid looking at her eyes, knowing the look she was giving me would probably make me feel sorry. And I didn't want that.

"Please, listen. Britt, look at me", she sounded desperate and torn. She took both of my hands in hers and I slowly looked up to her puppy eyes. I was right, I couldn't handle it.

"Get off me." I plucked out my hands from her grip and exited the stadium, leaving her in the middle of it.

3 days later

Should've kissed you there

I should've held your face

I should've watched those eyes

Instead of run in place

I should've called you out

I should've said your name

I should've turned around

I should've looked again

I buried my face deeper in the pillow while the music on my IPod tried to blast away the thoughts. It didn't work, though. I didn't cry, I was still too pissed to realize what happened. What's her problem? I know I shouldn't have taken sides, but I was a part of that team before for years. Probably it wasn't about that. Well, at least not the biggest part. Becky. Yes, the red haired, green eyed beauty. I used to wonder why she tried to befriend me or something, or maybe she tried to use me like she did with everyone else in our school. She was the most beautiful and popular girl in the school, she could've have anyone whom she wanted, so why she wanted anything from me? Oh, wait.

But ooh, I'm staring at the mess I made

I'm staring at the mess I made

I'm staring at the mess I made

As you turn, you take your heart and walk away

Santana and Becky were the same, yet so different. Both were popular, funny, sickly beautiful it creeped me out, excellent athletes, but that's it. Becky treated everyone like crap when she got what she wanted, while Santana showed she cared even nobody expected it. Sure, Santana was mean and she made rude comments usually, but when no one was around, she'd actually apologize. Deep under all that toughness, beneath her walls, she was just another soul that needed to be saved. They were both fighters, too, they didn't give up till they don't get what they want, although, you can't always get what you want. But Santana had me.

Should've held my ground

Could've been redeemed

For every second chance

That changed it's mind on me

I should've spoken up

I should've proudly claimed

That oh, my head's to blame

For all my heart's mistakes

Now I get why was she furious. This may sound conceited, but maybe I was right. I bet she couldn't handle losing me because of someone like her. Well, at least she thought she was like Becky.

Quinn probably stood in front of me for a little longer than I knew so I quickly pulled the earphones out and turned off my IPod. I was still in my pajamas, even though it was something like 6 pm, I didn't know.

"Santana wants to talk to you", she said softly like she was afraid of my reaction. I smiled weakly, nodding slightly

"Thank God, I couldn't stand seeing you like this any more", she chuckled, but I knew she meant for serious. And I agreed with her.

"She is in the kitchen."

As I slowly walked down the stairs, I could hear Sponge Bob on TV. I giggled at the memory of Santana and Quinn watching it, then turning it off when I came into the room like it was something terrible. I peeked through the door frame and saw Santana sitting by the table, drumming her fingers nervously against it. I stopped walking when she looked up and saw me, Her lips pulled in a smile when she checked me out, I looked like I came back from Disney Land through the sewers.

"Sit, please", she said in the softest voice I ever heard, pulling the chair for me to sit. I saw down and nodded as "thank you."

Neither of use spoke for some time, we just looked at eah other, waiting for the other one to make the first move.

"I'm sorry", we said in unison and smiled at each other warmly.

"Britt..." she began.

"No, shh. I'm sorry, okay. It was my fault. I shouldn't react like that, I knew it was hard for you and that you wanted to win so bad. And I'm sorry for Becky", she looked at me questioningly, raising her brows, "the red haired girl. It was never my intention for you to think that she means anything to me, because she doesn't. She always tried to be in touch with me, but I didn't want to and I always avoided her. I swear, she could never have me like you have me. And I know you will hurt me and that I'll hurt you too, but I can't be apart from you. I just can't. I need you, Santana. Not just as a friend. And we'll take time to figure all of this out, to figure us. We'll have time on our hands and we'll use every chance we get to unfold our feelings and wishes. You're my person, Santana. I'm yours, proudly so." I cut her off, speaking as soft as I could, actually very surprised at how my voice sounded.

She just kept staring at me, her eyes traveling down my lips and back to my eyes.

"Please say something", I said nervously after the long silence.

"Joe called me last night", She said almost inaudibly, but clear enough for me to understand,

Sooo? :) What are your thoughts about this chapter, what will happen with S and B? School's almost over so I'll have more time for writing. I'm actually thinking about writing a Quinntana fic, or about Heya in Mexico and Rivergron in Paris. Let me know what you think about it. Reviews are always appreciated! :D xx