Side Effects
Chapter 8
A/N: Again sorry for the delay! Hope you enjoy!
Brittany sat in her math class, staring at the back of Santana's head. She still hadn't quite processed in her mind what had happened last night. Santana had kissed her; that was something she had been wanting to happen since she had first seen the Latina, and now that it had, she'd rejected her.
She honestly could not fathom how she had rejected Santana; the girl she had a mad crush on. She was actually quite proud of herself for doing so, but wasn't sure if she'd be able to do it once again. Which is why she made sure to almost be late to first period, so that she wouldn't have time to talk to Santana before the teacher began speaking.
Santana had turned around to say something to her as soon as she had sat down, but the teacher interrupted her before she could get a word out. The rest of class, Brittany's mind had been stuck on the girl in front of her.
Later the bell rings, bringing Brittany from all her thoughts as she students around her quickly jump out of their seats. Brittany hurriedly grabs her things, stuffing them into her bag, trying to get out of the classroom as fast as she could.
She quickly stands up and throws her bag over her shoulder. Looking down at Santana who was still placing things in her bag, she quickly made a run for the door.
She had almost made it to the door when she feels a hand grip tightly to her wrist, causing her to stop, and turn around. She meets the dark eyes of Santana looking at her with a smile. "Hey." Santana says, not letting go of the blonde's arm in fear that she'd run away.
"Hi." Brittany says simply, trying to look annoyed, or pissed off, although she wasn't; as much as she wanted to be.
Santana suddenly breaks her gaze from Brittany, and looks down at the white floor beneath her, "I was wondering, if you wanted to study again…or something." Santana asks softly with a small shrug.
Brittany looks at her curiously for a minute, wondering why she was acting the way she was. If Brittany knew any better she'd say the Latina was nervous; but that was not a trait Santana Lopez had. Did she? "Um, I don't think so." Brittany finally answers, shocking herself and apparently Santana also.
The Latina looks up at Brittany, meeting her eyes. Santana had another look in her eyes that Brittany had never seen there. She looked confused, and a little afraid. Brittany figured she never had been told no, and wasn't sure what to do next. "Oh." She finally says simply, looking down at the ground, kicking her shoe against the floor. Santana drops Brittany's hand, and the blonde just nods her head slowly before turning to walk out. "Well, maybe we could just hang out?" Santana asks quickly, making Brittany stop once again.
The blonde doesn't turn around completely, but turns her head to the side glancing over at the Latina, "I don't think that's a good idea." She says once again surprising herself at being able to say no to this girl so many times. Before letting Santana respond, Brittany quickly walks out of the room, leaving the girl behind.
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Brittany opens up her locker, but before she could place anything inside it gets slammed shut, making her almost jump out of her skin. She looks at the tanned hand placed flatly on her locker and follows the arm until she meets Santana's angry eyes. "What the hell is your problem?" The Latina asks her, making Brittany look at her incredulously.
"My problem?" She scoffs, turning away from Santana. She pries the tanned hand off of her locker and opens it up once more, hoping Santana would just leave her alone, although she knew that wouldn't happen.
Santana folds her arms over her chest and moves to the opposite side of Brittany to where she wasn't hidden by the locker door. "Are you made that I kissed you?" She asks, only to get no response, "Because I know you liked it." She adds with a smug look on her face.
Brittany turns to Santana just to roll her eyes at the Latina, before turning back to her locker. Was she really that cocky? Brittany had known the Latina was confident no doubt, but she was starting to see the girls true colors, and wasn't sure how she felt about them. Who was she to tell her if she liked it or not?
"Come on, just come to breadstix with me. It won't kill you." Santana says, dipping her head lower to try and get eye contact with Brittany whose eyes were looking at the floor. "You may even have fun." She says with a growing smile.
Brittany lets out a sigh and picks her head up, turning towards Santana, who looked at her hopefully. "No." The blonde says simply, making the smile quickly fade from the Latina's lips just as quickly as it had appeared.
"What?" Santana asks incredulously as she follows Brittany who had began walking away from her. "You said you liked me!" Santana shouts, making Brittany turn around abruptly, glancing from side to side making sure nobody was listening to the ranting Latina.
"I did like you." Brittany corrects giving Santana a cold look. "Until I found out what a pig you really are." She adds, before whipping her head around, continuing her way down the hall away from Santana.
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Brittany marches into the chemistry once again, fuming. Mike just turned in his chair, giving her a smile, ready to start their days therapy session. He really felt he should be getting paid for this. "What happened?" He in a mocking tone with a small laugh, earning a glare from the blonde. "I'm sorry." He says says sincerely, "Really, what's wrong?" He asks, know truly interested in what had his friend so upset.
Brittany lets out a long sigh, and lies her head down on the counter, trying to collect her thoughts. She wasn't sure where to start or what to tell Mike, but she had to tell someone what was going on, and she definitely couldn't talk to Rachel. But she also had yet to tell Mike she was bisexual and she wasn't sure how he would take it. This was a small town in Ohio, and there weren't many gay people.
"Britt?" He asks, placing a comforting hand on the blonde's shoulder. "Talk to me." He says, his voice soft and comforting.
Brittany shakes her head, trying to clear the fog, and looks up at him, "It's Santana." She says with a sigh, making him nod his head, letting her know he was listening. "She's dating one of my best friends, but she also has two other girls on the side. Possibly more I don't know." She says, the frustration evident in her voice.
"So why don't you just tell your friend what's going on?" He asks confused, as if this problem wasn't all that hard to figure out.
Brittany offers him a small smile, but frowns as she continues, "I have. The first time I caught Santana, I told her. She was angry and confronted Santana, but they worked things out, and now it's happening again. But that's not even my problem. Santana is now trying to date me." She adds, making his eyebrows shoot up in surprise.
"And she knows that you know she's dating your best friend?" He asks, making Brittany just nod her head in conformation. "She has balls." He says with a smirk, only earning a glare from Brittany. "Sorry." He mutters quickly, averting his eyes.
"I don't know what to do." Brittany says a little louder than she should have, earning a few looks from fellow students, and a glare from the teacher who had just recently come in and told them to start on their lab.
Mike offers the teacher an apologetic smile before grabbing a beaker, making it look like they were working. "What do you mean you don't know what to do? Tell her no." He says as if again, this was simple. "You don't like her do you?" He asks, giving her a sideways glance.
"No." Brittany says a little too quickly, making him turn fully to look over at her. He gives her a knowing look and Brittany tries holding her ground, but crumbles and lets out a sigh. "I did like her I admit." She confesses making him nod his head. "But I don't anymore, not after seeing how she treats girls."
"Okay, so again just tell her no." He says with a shrug, while he pours something red into the empty beaker.
"She won't give up though. I told her no like 3 times already." She states, running her fingers through her blonde hair, frustrated.
Mike was just about to respond, but gets cut off as he feels someone beside him. Both Mike and Brittany turn their attention to Tina who was standing in front of their lab table, smiling at them. "Hey guys." She greets with a small awkward wave.
"Hi Tina." Mike squeaks out, dropping the beaker in his hand, but catching it quickly before it had time to spill out. Her eyes widen but she smiles in relief, seeing him catch it and he gives her an awkward laugh, as Brittany just sits back watching the exchange, amused.
"Could me and Artie borrow this thermometer? You guys have two, and we don't have one. You must have somehow gotten ours." She states, holding up said object.
Mike just awkwardly nods at her, and she smiles, before walking back over to her table.
Brittany looks over at Mike and can't help but laugh at the lovestruck expression on his face. Upon hearing her though, he quickly turns his head to her, giving her a hard glare, trying to cover up the blush on his cheeks. "You've got it so bad." She says, with an smutted smile.
"Shut up, or I'll fail us." He mumbles simply, before continuing work on their lab. Brittany just lets out a laugh, shaking her head at her friend.
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Later at lunch, Brittany sat at her usual table, listening to Mercedes, Kurt and Rachel go on and on about Kurt and Sam. She had to admit, they were adorable and she really was happy for Kurt, but she just couldn't seem to be in a good mood, no matter how much she tried. She couldn't get her thoughts off of Santana.
She hated herself for still liking Santana so much, after everything the Latina had done, but she couldn't seem to get her out of her mind, no matter how much she wanted to. The image of the gorgeous Latina, was firmly implanted in Brittany's brain like a tattoo, and would take more than lasers to remove it.
She gets thrown out of her thoughts when said Latina starts walking towards them. Brittany sits up straighter in her seat and she feels her heart begin pounding in her chest as Santana got closer. She couldn't possibly be coming to talk to her in front of Rachel could she?
Brittany found herself subconsciously fixing her hair as Santana got closer and couldn't fathom why she had done that. She quickly removed her fingers from her hair and placed them in her lap, mentally slapping herself.
Santana approaches their table finally and throws a piece of paper in Rachel's lap before walking away once again.
Brittany's shoulders slump forward in slight disappointment that the girl hadn't spoken to her, which again makes Brittany mentally slap herself. She shouldn't want Santana speaking to her, she should be happy she didn't even give her a second look, but she wasn't, and she hated herself for that; no she hated Santana for that.
Brittany pulls herself out of her thoughts and looks over at Rachel who had unfolded the paper and was now reading over it with a smile on her face. "What's it say?" Brittany asks, curiosity getting the best of her.
Rachel looks up at Brittany briefly throwing her a look, before looking back down at the note. She folds the paper back neatly, and places it in her purse before standing up from the table. "I need to go to my locker before class." She lies, terribly. Everyone at the table saw through the lie, but nobody asked. They just nodded their heads and watched her walk away.
Brittany wanted to jump up and follow her, to ask her what the note had said, but she knew it wasn't her business, and even more so she didn't want to know because she shouldn't care what the note said. It shouldn't bother her that it probably told Rachel to meet Santana somewhere so they could get in a quickie. She didn't like Santana; Santana was a pig. This did not bother her. At all.
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Brittany walks out of her next class and sees Rachel walking in her direction, fixing her messy hair. The blonde clenches her fist at her sides, and closes her eyes, trying her best to contain herself. She couldn't let this get to her. Rachel was her friend, and she did not like Santana.
Brittany quickly turns away from Rachel, facing the lockers, dialing in her combo, hoping ton avoid any conversation with the girl. She knew she couldn't be mad at Rachel, but that didn't mean it was easy to talk to her at the moment. She was still figuring things out.
Once Rachel had walked past her, she lets out a sigh, and continues her way down the hall, stopping when she sees Santana emerge from the janitors closet with a smug smile on her face as she too begins fixing her hair.
She watches the brunette make her way over to her locker where two cheerio's were standing. The Latina opens her locker and starts up a conversation with the two girls as she goes through her things.
Brittany marches over to the girl, her anger getting the best of her, and slams the locker door shut, causing Santana to jump slightly at the noise. The other two cheerio's are quickly behind Santana, throwing daggers with their eyes at Brittany.
"Give me a minute." Santana finally says, giving the two girls a sideways glance. The girls look skeptically at her before glaring once again at brittany, and turning to walk down the hallway. "what the hell is your problem?" Santana asks, folding her arms over her chest.
"You think flaunting you and Rachel's relationship in front of me, is going to make me jealous, and make me realize I want to be with you, and just come running back to you?" Brittany asks angrily, flailing her arms around as she spoke. "Well, it's not going to work!" Brittany says firmly, mirroring Santana as she folds her arms over her chest.
Santana lets her arms fall down to her side, and smiles softly at Brittany, "I am not trying to make you jealous Brittany." She says in a surprisingly calm voice. "You said no to me. I get it, you don't want to be with me. I can't make you." She says with a shrug, turning back towards her locker.
Brittany watches as Santana once again dials in her combo, opening the locker up again to grab her things. The blonde lets out a scoff, and places her hands on her hips as she continues to watch Santana place books into her backpack. "Yeah, right Santana. I'm not stupid! You come in to the cafeteria where you know I'll be with her and you give her a stupid note right in front of me, then you both come out of the janitors closet fixing yourselves right in front of me! I know what you're doing and it won't work!" Brittany repeats, giving Santana a challenging look. She knew she had her and there was nothing Santana could say to get herself out of the situation.
Santana gently closes her locker before turning her attention back to Brittany, throwing her bag over her shoulder. "Really? Because by the way you are reacting, I'd say it's working perfectly." She says with a smirk, before brushing past a speechless Brittany.
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