Ok I've been writing all night so I think I should just post this now instead of tomorrow. Of course Adele has to make an appearance haha I would die if Naya really sang this song in season three though. Fingers crossed! But anyway, I've written 2 more chapters and I'm working a third and they're all from Santana's POV. Because it takes a special kind of person to write Brittany...haha jk I think I can do it. I just write random thoughts that come to my head that deal with animals and gayness. But that gets kind of meh so I enjoy writing Santana more, plus like 80% of the songs I chose are something I picture her singing not Brittany. But hey, if you have a song you want me to do from Brittany's POV you know what to do :D

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"Congrats Sandbags, considering you're the only person who joined the squad this year who was even remotely suitable for the position, you're head of the pack. Now get out before you stink up my whole office with the smell of failure."

The words rang in Santana's ears, and although she knew it was everything she had been waiting to hear since she entered this shit excuse for a school, her smile was forced as she left Sue's office. She walked around with her head held high, demanding the respect she knew she would be given, waiting for the satisfaction of seeing the fear in the eyes of her peers. As students parted for her like the red sea, oddly enough, the peace of mind she was expecting from being back on top was not forthcoming. She felt...empty, and her eyes automatically started searching for the one person who was the cause of all this.

She stopped and chided herself. This was the choice she had made. It was for the best. Right? Being popular, being the undisputed top bitch at this school, being that girl that every guy wanted to have and every girl wanted to look like, it was all that mattered in high school. You either stayed at the top or you got trampled on at the bottom. She made the right decision.

How could Brittany understand anyway? She never had to worry about people talking about her because...

Well because anyone stupid enough to do so would get cut by some razor blades. But no one talked about her because no one could be mean to her. She was nice to everyone. People loved Brittany. People feared Santana. There was a big difference.

Brittany was completely comfortable with herself. Words rolled right off her back. Santana was self-conscious, always worrying about putting up a good front. She worried about her image she had tried so hard to build for herself, because she didn't want people to know who she really was. People can't get to the real you if they don't know the real you. People see what you want them to see. Sometimes, Santana thought her image was all she knew how to be.

But Brittany proved her wrong. She always did. And it seemed like she was going to do so again.

What was the world without having anyone to share it with?

Santana missed having the blonde by her side. Somehow, she felt like she would rather be walking the halls with Brittany no matter what her social status than walking alone knowing no one could touch her.

It didn't make any sense. But then again, love never does.

But there were so many things to be afraid of. Her family, the whispers, the slushies, the looks, the judgment, not to mention the head cheerleader spot she had to keep now. She just wanted to be normal, was that too much to-

Her eyes caught the back of a blonde head across the hall, and in the distance she watched Brittany talk animatedly with Artie. Her heart clenched, and as much as she wanted to push him in front of a speeding train, she couldn't complain. She made this happen. Brittany shouldn't have to deal with her insecurities, her self doubt. She deserved someone who was certain of their feelings toward her and who wasn't afraid to be proud of them.

Why couldn't that be her? She was certain of her feelings toward Brittany. She loved her. A hell of a lot more than Artie. She would do anything for her. So why couldn't she do the one thing Brittany needed her to do? Brittany was the most amazing person she knew. If there was one thing she was certain of, it was that. Why should she be ashamed of her feelings for her? Who wouldn't love Brittany? And how many people could enough to say that Brittany had loved them back the way she had loved Santana?

Blue eyes turned to meet hers, and Santana found herself praying at that moment that Brittany's feelings hadn't changed. Santana realized that she was positively lucky, that's what she was, and she would damned if she let Brittany slip away because of pressure from the outside world. She was Santana motherfucking Lopez and she ran this school and what was the point of being popular if you couldn't do what you wanted to do? And right now she wanted to do Brittany. Very much so. She was from Lima Heights Adjacent, and she didn't recognize this scared little girl she had become. Since when did she let other people dictate her actions?

Brittany had been right all along. No surprise there; she had always been Santana's better half. She was going to make this right and get her girl back. She was going to prove to Brittany that she didn't need Stubbles McCripplepants. Santana was going to be prove to Brittany that she could be her one and only, and the rest of the world could go fuck themselves because the ones who matter won't care the ones who care won't matter.

And also fyi, if you give me a song without like a prompt I'll just assume you're leaving it open for my interpretation...which is fine but it wouldn't hurt if you could like explain the setting in which you feel a particular song is appropriate so I don't write something totally off what you had in mind. And maybe review? reviews make happy writers and happy writers are scientifically proven to write in better quality and quantity! can't argue with science! :)