well i think i have arms pretty much done :) but i'm just going to post this one that i already had first. rocket to the moon! if you've never heard them i highly suggest you get to it :P
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Santana sat in the back as usual during glee rehearsal the following week, watching Brittany and Artie with hard eyes.
Isn't it amazing how someone can break your heart into little tiny pieces, yet you still somehow love them with every little piece of it?
She still doesn't understand. The question that had plagued her ever since her disastrous locker talk with Brittany.
Why?
Santana knew it wasn't because of gender. Brittany was probably the most open person you could ever meet; besides, most girls would probably rather go gay for her than have a roll in the hay with that four eyed loser. What can she say, if nothing else, she's a hot bitch if nothing else and she knows it.
She had been Brittany's best friend since the third grade. She did everything for Brittany; yet Brittany still managed to do so much more for her. She knew Brittany like the back of her hand, except now it was like finding a mole on her hand she had never seen before. What was the stupid boy giving Brittany that she couldn't?
She remembers their first time and waking up in Brittany's bed wrapped up in her arms, feeling like she wanted time to stop so she could just lie like that forever. She remembers movie night after movie night of Disney classics and never once complaining because she rarely watched the movie anyway; the thing she really enjoyed was watching Brittany completely immersed in her little cartoon world and the way her face would light up and how she would get up and sing and dance along to all the songs and make Santana do it too. She remembers the day Brittany first got into a fight with her cat and how endearingly upset she was and how she actually did get absurdly mad at the cat for making Brittany cry.
She wonders if Brittany is now making those same kinds of memories with Artie and forgetting about the ones they made; the ones Santana treasures.
Santana almost has to excuse herself because she can feel the tears welling up in her eyes, but she quickly stops thinking sentimental thoughts and goes into full bitch mode thinking.
Well it's her loss.
Artie could never love her way I do. Look at him, he doesn't even love her. He just loves the idea that he gets to have the hottest girl in school. He doesn't understand her at all. God I wonder what they even talk about. I'm sure he's not into ducks and Brittany sure as hell ain't into Halo.
Santana is so into her fit of rage that she scoffs out loud and Sam look at her questioningly. Sometimes she forgets that he's even there. To be honest, she forgets about everyone when she's looking at Brittany and Artie.
Santana doesn't know whether she should be happy or pissed that Brittany smiles at Artie's lame attempt at a joke. It's hard to be mad when she sees Brittany's smiling face, but knowing that he was the cause of it causes her to clench her fists so they don't lash out unexpectedly.
She doesn't know how much longer she can deal with this. She needs Brittany back. Not just as a friend. As everything. And despite it all, she knows deep down Brittany needs it too.
Artie can't make her feel anywhere close the way Santana used to. And Santana sees that as Brittany turns around and catches her eyes. The world slows for a moment, and she silently tells Santana everything she needs to hear that Brittany can't say out loud.