Title: Heartbreak Hotel [3/?]
Brittany wasn't dumb. She knew exactly what was going on between Quinn and Rachel. But, sometimes, she wished she were just as oblivious as everyone else.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. The only thing I do own is my imagination of things that will probably never ever happen. Still, a girl can dream.
Days – weeks actually – had passed since Santana's last encounter with Brittany; she wasn't completely avoiding the tall blonde, per say, just not hanging around the girl as much. Brittany needed to get her head screwed on straight – pun not intended – and get over this phase of hers. God, she really hoped this was a phase – a sick, twisted phase.
Santana didn't fault the girl on her choice for a love interest though. Brittany tended to have a natural curiosity for the strangest of things at times. Instead, Santana placed the blame solely on the annoying little hobbit known as Rachel Berry. That 'thing' must have done something to make Brittany believe she had a hard-on for 'it'. And Santana was going to expose Brittany to the truth of what that she-male really is, an undesirable yeti.
So Santana had taken up the habit of doing a little troll watching.
This was no easy task.
It was hard enough to watch the girl, as this was the Gleek Queen extraordinaire. And Santana felt her time would have been better spent doing more practice routines with Coach Sylvester than having to look at the multiple atrocities Man Hands was committing with her choice of clothing alone. Santana had to resist the urge to gouge out her eyes at times.
Then the whole fiasco with the 'vitamins' and being one of 'Sue's kids' came and went like yesterday's news. And Santana could still see that Brittany wasn't getting any better, what with her love-struck self showing a little more each day.
Santana almost said 'screw it' with her plans to scrutinize the little diva and was about to commit with a full frontal assault – basically manhandle the runt until she squealed. But then Brittany would know and give her that look and….
Santana just wasn't equipped to deal with an angry Brittany. Brittany can get downright fierce if the girl wanted to.
The Latina almost growled in frustration. She seriously needed to figure out what Man Hands has or could have done to cause Brittany to do a complete 180. And she needed to do this fast because she's been spending way too much of her time watching the little troll, almost as much as the other loser known as Jacob Ben Israel – Santana felt like shuddering at that horrific comparison. The end results better be worth this torture.
Another day, another wasted moment spent watching Berry.
Letting out a small sigh, Santana leaned on her left shoulder against a row of lockers as she glanced towards the right through the corner of her eyes. Within seconds the expected person walked into view and Santana had to applaud the girl for her promptness, if nothing else.
Following, the usual random jock appears and intentionally bumps into the diva, causing a plethora of books and folders to drop onto the floor. Santana almost felt sorry enough to go help the girl, but she manages to stop herself from making an obvious mistake of caring. Well, that and the way Berry's skirt hikes up slightly today gave the Latina pause.
Unconsciously, Santana tilts her head to the side as she observed Berry with a different view. She had to admit that the girl's got some nice legs for a dwarf. And with a nice –
Santana immediately cut her own thoughts off.
Standing up straight, she quickly scanned over her last few internal mumblings. Santana almost ran her head through a nearby locker as a result, but opted to turn away and strut off instead.
She must be going crazy from all this troll watching.
Luckily something good did come out from all these observations Santana has been making. Quinn never failed to send numerous death glares towards Rachel whenever the girl was around Finn, or vice versa. Happiness abounded for Santana when she found Quinn's distain never ceased – a forever constant. Who knew what she'd do if she ever caught Quinn making goo-goo eyes at Rachel as well.
Thank God for small miracles.
She still couldn't see what was so great about the hobbit that's got Brittany chasing. The only other person – if Santana could call him that – who seemed to hound after the runt was Jew-Fro.
Whatever.
As nothing horrific seems to be coming over the horizon, Santana settled for some good ol' fashioned spying. And speak of the devil.
Here comes the troll now, Santana thought as said girl walks by to her locker.
Turning away, Santana takes the time to open her own locker and puts away some books before turning back. She didn't expect to see Puck approaching the diva but the fact that he held a cup of Big Quench in his hands didn't surprise her.
What did surprise Santana though was when Puck decided to idiotically stand there with a slushie in hand instead of tossing its contents onto the, at first, unsuspecting girl. Santana figured before Puck spoke that something was wrong. And when the manwhore did speak, it only just confirmed what Santana scarcely imagined.
"I picked it up for you when I was buying dip."
Rachel only looks up tentatively at Puck as he continued to speak.
"It's grape," he says before pulling out a still wrapped straw from behind his right ear. There's a moment of pause, as Puck looks serious for an instant. "I know that's your favorite, because the last time I tossed a grape one in your face you licked your lips before you cleaned yourself off."
Rachel continues to stare blinkingly at Puck, who then offers the wrapped straw he had.
Neither two noticed (or heard) how Santana growled before slamming her locker shut and angrily rushed off. Correspondingly, the two failed to see a nearby Brittany stomp off as well; remains of a snapped pencil scattered on the floor indicates that Brittany was not happy at the change of events.
It wasn't long before Santana confronted Brittany.
After having watched Puck practically serenade the little diva in Glee Club Santana couldn't hold in her disgust anymore. She had to mentally steel herself from jumping out her chair and punching the shit out of Puck to bring some sense of normalcy back into the boy.
What the hell was going on?
Why was this happening to her?
And when did Berry get such a hot bod?
Santana felt there might have been some sort of conspiracy going on and that the midget must have been slipping something into their drinks. But then she sees the uneasiness that's been growing in Brittany's eyes and Santana could only deflate from her need for a rampage. Instead, she reaches out with both hands and waits for the colliding body that's sure to come.
She missed her best friend. And Santana hoped that Brittany realized that from the hug that's still going on now. Minutes tick by and the Latina figures that the tall blonde was waiting on a further acknowledgement of acceptance. So Santana spoke.
"Okay, I'll admit that the girl's got some killer legs," she says with a bit of a smirk. "But now I'm finding out that Puck's starting to get the hots for her too?"
Brittany lets out a small laugh before letting go of her, thankfully, still best friend. "Yeah. Rachel's great like that," the blonde remarks with a smile and a shrug of her shoulders.
"But you're better," Santana responds before drawing up some ideas and explaining ways for Brittany to catch the girl. Berry was going to see that Brittany was the girl for her whether she knew it or not.
And that was the plan; that was the way Santana was showing her somewhat acceptance of Brittany's deranged crush on Rachel Berry. But then Brittany ruins it all when she says that she can't do any of the things Santana suggests.
"And why the hell not?" was the hot reply.
Santana didn't think much could surprise her after learning what she did about Brittany's secret crush those few weeks ago. But, of course, Brittany opts to shatter her mentality once again when she explains why exactly she couldn't try any of Santana's guaranteed techniques.
"Because she's already with Quinn."
"What?" she simply said, dumbfounded.
-End Chapter Three-
A/N: Wow. This chapter was completed way faster than I thought. Yay me. Anywhoo, I like a dumbfounded Santana. How about you?