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Santana and Dave spent the day watching movies. They had been watching comedies until the Latina put on 'Vampires Suck' at which Dave laughed so hard it had to be turned off to save the football player from keeling over from the pain in his ribs. She had laughed just as hard when she had first watched it. They decided to just watch more action-based movies after that to spare Dave the pain. It was almost three and Santana decided she had best head back to the school to see Britt and, well, deal with what ever rumours had come from Azimio's out burst, which Dave had needlessly apologized for.
After talking for a while with Dave she still hadn't come to a decision as to what to do about telling people she was gay. Sure they assumed she was gay and now there were rumours just floating around the school about her, but rumours and hearing the truth from the subject's mouth were two different things. Would she have the courage to do it?
Santana asked Dave if he would like to join her and after a little thought he agreed. The school was basically deserted after classes were finished so there was no real chance he would run into Azimio or another homophobic asshole on the football team.
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They were a few minutes late and it looked like even Mr Schue had beaten them to the choir room. It was awkward having all eyes on her for the second time that day. No-one here asked what happened to Dave, Santana had asked Quinn to give Mr Schue a heads up on what happened and let him know that he should tell the rest of club. Not that any of them really cared about the big boy's well being.
Santana wasn't sure if everybody was watching her because she was late or because of what Azimio had screamed at her that morning. Either way her heart was beating madly as she walked over to the seat in the back row that had been left empty for her by Britt who was watching her with concern filled eyes. She took the seat in between Britt and Kurt and Dave sat over next to Blaine. They all exchanged quiet pleasantries, with Britt linking her pinky with Santana and asking if she was alright with her baby blues.
"Okay guys, I know we've had kind of alot going on with various members of the group being out," Santana winced at his word choice and she swore she heard a snicker in the front row, "I would just like to welcome back Dave on behalf of the group. I hope you're feeling better."
"Thanks, Mr Schue," Karofsky muttered softly staring at the ground.
Mr Schue carried on with the meeting, talking about various albums and artists that he thought the group should look into for a good number for their next competition. He was rolling his eyes and about to let Rachel take centre stage to perform another show stopping love ballad, when Quinn stood up and took her place in front of the group instead.
"Sorry, Rachel," she said, sounding like she didn't mean it at all. Rachel simply huffed and slumped back in her chair hoping for some Finn loving but not getting any because the big boy was staring at Quinn with a big dopey smile on his face.
With Sam gently strummig on his guitar behind her, Quinn launched into a beautiful rendition of Snow Patrol's 'Chasing Cars'. Quinn really was a pretty cool chick. It was better now they both weren't on the Cheerio's because Santana no longer saw her as a threat. She hoped one day they could get back to how they were before stupid teenage popularity had become such an issue.
When she was done she smiled over at Santana and Britt before taking Sam's hand and going over to sit down behind Mike and Artie. That's when Santana realized that Artie was watching her. She self consciously removed her pinky from where it was entwined with Brittany's and wrapped her arms around herself. Mr Schue announced to the group that for the remainder of the time, they could talk amongst themselves about songs ideas for Sectionals.
Quinn motioned with her head for San, Britt and the boys to come down to where her and Sam were now sitting at the piano. The Latina forgot all about the cripple's weird staring and made her way down to Quinn with the other's in tow. She really wanted to become friend's with the blonde girl again. She was sad about how their friendship had ended and was keen to get her Unholy Trinity back on.
She almost fell over when she had to abruptly stop due to the wheel chair that had stopped right before her. She raised her eyebrow at Artie and he just gave her a too happy smile.
"So," he drawled, "I heard something interesting in Chemistry today. Is it true?"
"I don't know what you're talking about, wheels," San mumbled as she tried to go around him.
He maneouvered in front of her. "Fine I'll tell you what I heard." Santana wanted to say something to shut the boy up or hit him or do something but she was frozen to the spot. Artie saw her fear and almost backed off, but after seeing the caring and gentle hand Brittany placed on the Latina's shoulder his eyes hardened and he continued. "Sarah Mitchell, the cheerleader? She told me that you're gay. Is it true?"
Everyone in the room had stopped and were now staring at them. Even Mr Schue was watching them with shock and curiosity on his face.
Santana's mouth was dry but she managed to hiss a response at him. "None of your business cripple, now get out of my way before I roll you down some stairs." She walked around him and stood near Quinn and Sam who looked just as shocked as the rest of the group.
"Santana!" Mr Schue berated her for insulting Artie who was staring at her smugly.
"That's why you hate me so much isn't it? Because I got to be with her and you can't?" He was smiling as he gestured flippantly to the dancer standing behind him. If only he knew what her and Brittany had been doing while him and Britts were dating. Santana ignored him and stared across the room at nothing in particular. "Or is it because I could tell her that I love her in public? That I could hold her hand and kiss on front of other people?"
Low blow. He had just hit her weakest spot and it caused her to snap. Her anger bubbled up inside her like boiling water that was just begging to come out. Brit saw the anger in her girlfriend's eyes and made her way over to the brunette to try and calm her down, Dave followed also worried about what the Latina might do. "Shut your face, roller-boy! You have no idea what the hell you are talking about so keep your mouth shut before I shut it for you!" She took a menacing step toward the boy. He grinned at her and as Brittany passed him he grabbed her wrist and pulled her down to his face where he pressed his lips against the blonde's. Brittany squealed and jerked away almost as soon as they connected, she jumped back and covered her mouth with her hand.
Santana leapt at him. She was almost on him when Sam wrapped a big arm around her waist and was holding her back. She screamed a mixture of Spanish and English swear words at him, while trying to free herself from Sam's grip to get at the bespectacled boy. "You will die, four-eyes! You touch my girl and I'll kill you! You asshole I'm gonna fucking kick your ass!"
"Santana! Stop!" Mr Schue, shouted standing between her and Artie. It wasn't Mr Schue or Sam that stopped San from kicking and trying to tear her way to Arite, but the beautiful blonde to her right that had grabbed her arm with one hand and was trying to scrub her own tears away with the other. The Latina ceased her struggling immediately and looked at her girlfriend in shock. She had made Britts cry. She pulled out of Sam's hold and pulled Britt into an embrace. She was stroking the blonde's hair and whispering in her ear.
"Oh, Britty I'm sorry, baby," she whispered, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell." She pulled back to look into Britts face. It almost broke her heart to see the blonde in pain because of her. She knew the dancer hated it when she got in fights and yelled. The Latina swiped a thumb under each of the girl's eyes in the most gentle way you could imagine to remove any traces of tears. Brittany's lip was trembling and Santana just had to still it. She did the only thing she could imagine and kissed her oh so softly before pulling away.
It was in this moment when she saw the faint smile curving on Brittany's perfect lips that she knew that she couldn't put herself first anymore. If her girlfriend wanted to kiss her in the hallway. She would kiss her in the god damn hallway. If her beautiful blonde lover was sad, Santana wasn't going to gently stroke her arm so that people didn't suss out their relationship, she was going to pull the girl in and cuddle the fuck out of her until there were no more tears.
Tears were shining in Santana's eyes now and she was no longer apologizing for yelling at stubbles, she was apologizing for all the shitty things she had put Britts through. She was saying sorry for making the blonde wait so long just for her to tell her that she loved the girl in public. It wasn't fair. Brittany deserved someone who would love her anywhere, not just in the safety of her own home. The Latina wasn't about to let someone else have the dancer so she would just have to be the one to love her in public. Now that she thought about it, it would be easy. Nothing had ever come to Santana so naturally before as loving Brittany had. It was basically like breathing. Santana was now alternating between apologizing to Brittany and kissing her soflty on every part of the blonde's face she could get to.
Brittany was grinning now and Santana was too. Nothing was more infectious than Brittany's gorgeous smile. "What?" Santana whispered, so wrapped up in her own little world that she had completely forgotten about the shit that had just gone down.
"San," Britt whispered back, "I love you."
Santana wrapped her arms around her girlfriend's neck and mumbled into her hair letting a single tear of happiness at the dancer's words roll down her cheek, "I love you too, baby. So, so much."
The remainder of the Glee club, excluding Blaine, Kurt, Dave and surprisingly Quinn, were gaping. What the hell? Sure she had been pissed off when Artie was saying all that crap to her and yeah, she was pretty much going to kick his ass after he kissed Britt but all that could be chocked down to the face that Santana was a crazy bitch! She was actually gay? The rumours were true? No offense to Santana but she was basically the slut of McKinley, now we're being told she doesn't even like guys? What is the world coming to?
Santana planted a small butterfly kiss on Brittany's nose before turning to Artie and death glaring him. "Honey," she said softly, "Me and Britt? We've always been on." She took her girlfriend's hand and pulled her out of the choir room. Dave, Kurt, Blaine, and Quinn for some reason, followed the couple out. Santana smiled at the three that had known about her secret and then looked to Quinn to gauge her reaction. She was smiling and something that looked like pride shone in her eyes. San had linked arms with Britts and Quinn came up to her other side and looped her arm through the brunette's free one.
"About damn time," she whispered in the Latina's ear.
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Santana and Britt were laying in Britt's big bed just holding each other. The day had been kind of emotionally exhausting and neither wanted to do anything but hold the girl she loved. They hadn't gone back to San's house because she was conscious that Dave had had a big day too and with his injuries he had probably wanted some peace and quiet. Besides, Britt's parents and sister had gone out to dinner which left the two alone.
"I'm so proud of you, Santana," Britt whispered to her girl. Santana smiled softly but didn't reply. Her eyes were closed and she looked like she was almost asleep. Britt wanted to be the good girlfriend and let San sleep, but she couldn't help but be a little selfish. The blonde leant down and brushed her lips over Santana's gently. San made a little contended noise before kissing back. They stayed like that for a while, just gentle soft kisses that could last forever.
Eventually, Britt ran her tongue along San's bottom lip causing the brunette to smile and open her mouth to allow the blonde entry. Their kiss deepened and soon, hands were locked in hair and clothes were gradually being removed. Their kisses had turned frantic and Santana was expertly removing Britt's bra when they heard the front door slam. Britt pulled away and looked at her alarm clock. How the hell had it gotten so damn late?
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