A few days later Brittany frowned as she sat at her desk, rubbing her temples, and to distracted to focus on the teacher. The whole situation with Santana and Rachel was driving the poor blonde crazy. She could see how sad Rachel actually is, no matter how much Rachel actually hides it.
She can also see more into Rachel's feelings. The tiny diva, no matter how much she loves Santana, will never say anything to her. Why exactly Brittany isn't to sure. Rachel has no lack for confidence and usually speaks her mind. Brittany pondered for a moment that maybe Rachel is worried about hurting her, or stealing Santana away from her. Though the more she thought about it the more the blonde wondered if Santana was even hers at all.
The dancer knows she isn't the smartest, but she knows many things. Brittany knows a lot about love and she knows that Santana isn't in love with her like she believes and is still in love with Rachel, well she's 99% sure about it at least.. Knowing Santana she's probably scared of her emotions or scared of getting turned away. What she can't figure out is how to get Santana to go after Rachel. There's no chance Rachel would say no. She would be ecstatic and, more than likely, burst into song. She would have to question Santana more, or at least try to get more out of her.
Brittany wished she could see her own feelings too. Ever since Santana turned her down and she started to date Artie, she wasn't to sure how she felt about her friend anymore. She couldn't figure out if she really loved Santana, or if she herself was clinging onto something she knew and once had. She didn't feel particularly jealous when she thought about Santana and Rachel kissing, but she should shouldn't she?
Brittany jumped when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked up to see Quinn staring down at her. She was surprised to see her friends eyes looked a bit red and puffy and there was an attempt to cover it up. Why would Quinn be crying?
"Brittany? The bell rang." Quinn said.
"Oh." Brittany frowned momentarily. She didn't hear the bell go off. Nonetheless she quickly gathered her things and stood up.
"Are you okay? Is it Artie?" Quinn's voice was full of concern.
The dancer shook her head, "No. I was just thinking."
"What about?" Quinn questioned, falling in step with her friend as they left the room and made their way to their next class.
"Santana. Rachel. Love. It's kind of a like a puzzle in my head and I haven't figured it out yet. What about you though? Have you been crying Quinn?"
Quinn frowned and skeptically touched her face, "You can tell?"
Brittany nodded, "You always miss a bits and pieces when you try to hide it with makeup."
Quinn sighed, "Well...Rachel came over yesterday. She said she couldn't give me a chance because it wouldn't be fair to me because-"
"Because she loves Santana." Brittany interjected.
"Right. At least I didn't start crying until after she left...I think I might love her, B."
"This is getting complicated…" Brittany said softly.
"I know...I'm not going to keep chasing her though. If it's meant to be then she'll come to me, right? If it's not then one day I'll move on and find the one for me."
"Quinn, I don't believe she is the one for you."
"What?" Quinn turned to look at her friend, shocked and somewhat hurt.
"She's been in love with San for four years now. I think Santana is the one for her."
"But what about you?"
Brittany gave her a small smile, "She was Rachel's first. I know and she knows it, she just won't admit to it."
Quinn's eyes widened slightly, "Wait, so you know for sure Santana loves Rachel?"
"I'm pretty sure. I just can't figure out why she won't say anything to her."
"Maybe it's-"
Their conversation was cut short when their path was blocked by a wheelchair. Artie had rolled in their way and was looking at Brittany.
He opened his mouth to talk, but Quinn wasn't going to let him speak, "Get out of here, Artie. Brittany doesn't want to talk to you."
"She has a mind of her own. She can speak for herself."
"So says the guy that controlled her." Quinn snapped.
Brittany put a hand on her friends forearm. "Quinn, it's okay." She turned to her ex. "What do you want?"
"I'm really sorry for what I said the other day. I didn't mean it and I was hoping we could work things out."
"I forgive you, Artie. But we're not working things out." The smile that was growing on Artie's face quickly crumbled. "Quinn and Rachel and Santana were right. You did control me and now that I'm not with you I feel good. I don't want to go back to not seeing Santana."
"After what Rachel did to him he'd probably keep you from her too." Quinn mumbled under her breath.
"She's just using you Brittany."
"She's not. You aren't the victim Artie."
Frustrated the conversation didn't go like he planned Artie simply turned and left, knowing insulting any of them would get him nowhere.
Brittany turned to Quinn and awkwardly said, "So, um, what were you saying?"
"We'll talk about it later. We got to get to class."
The two of them walked into the class they shared with Santana and Rachel, but were shocked and confused to see only Santana with a worried look on her face.
"Santana, what's wrong?" Quinn asked.
"Where's Rachie?" Brittany questioned.
"She's in the nurses office."
"What? Why?"
"I'm not entirely sure. They wouldn't let me see her." Santana frowned. "The nurse promised me she'd let me know when I could see her. But the issue...it...it's something about her throat, maybe her voice. I think it's pretty serious."