Side Effects

Chapter 9

A/N: Again, just finished writing and haven't proof read! Figured I should get it up ASAP so sorry for mistakes!

Brittany sits quietly in her seat as she nervously twirls her pencil around in her hand. She was watching as the teacher passed out their latest tests, and she was nervous to see her results. The last test she had aced for the first time in her life, and that was all thanks to the help from Santana. But on this test, Santana hadn't helped her and she was nervous to see the results.

The teacher walks down their row and hands Santana her of course aced test, before placing the paper faced down on Brittany's desk. Brittany grabs the paper and quickly turns it over, looking at the grade. She lets out a loud sigh as the red mark stares back at her.

"Oh, didn't do so well huh?" She hears Santana's voice ask her, making her move her eyes up from the test to meet brown orbs staring at her. "Looks like you could use some more help." She says with a smirk.

Brittany stares at the Latina for a few more seconds before unzipping her bag, and stuffing the paper away. "Maybe." Brittany says quietly, folding her arms over her chest. "But not from you." She replies harshly, meeting Santana's eyes once again.

Santana visibly winced at Brittany's words, but quickly brushed it off, letting her signature scowl appear on her face. "Whatever. Fail if you want, I don't care." Santana replies before getting up and walking out of the classroom. The teacher gives her a confused look, but knows better than to question Santana. She's had teachers get fired before, and she didn't want to be added to that list.

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After leaving the classroom, Santana stormed outside the school, making her way out to the football field, where she knew nobody would be. She makes her way under the bleachers where she sees someone sitting on the grass underneath, smoking.

She walks over to the boy and sits down next to him as he passes her the joint. Silently Santana takes the joint and takes a hit from it before passing it back over to him. "What are you doing out here Puck?" She asks, after a brief silence between the two of them.

He just simply shrugs his shoulders, taking another hit from the joint, and passing it back to her. "Didn't feel like going to English." He says simply as she just nods in response. "What about you?" He asks, turning to look at her as she was taking another hit from the rapidly decreasing joint. "Girl problems?" He asks with a smirk, after realizing she wasn't going to answer him.

"Not your business." She replies sharply, not looking over at him.

Puck reaches over and snatches the joint away from the Latina, receiving a glare, but brushes her off and places it to his lips. "Come on Santana, don't make me get all mushy." He says, looking over at her, but she still had her gaze straight ahead. "You know you can talk to me. You're my best friend." He says softly, averting his gaze down to the ground.

Santana turns her head to finally look at the boy, and can't help but let out a small laugh. "You're so soft." She says, shaking her head, making him look up at her and glare hard.

"Whatever, I'm just trying to help." He mumbles angrily, looking back down at the ground as he takes another hit.

Santana smiles at him and reaches over taking the joint back from him, "I know you were." She replies, moving her gaze back out to the grassy field in front of them.

"I wouldn't blame you, if you were having girl troubles. I mean I don't see how you have 3 girlfriends. Sounds exhausting." He says, stretching his feet out in front of him, and leaning back on his elbows. "I mean, I sleep around with different girls, but actual relationships with 3 of them? I couldn't do it." He says, looking back over at Santana, who had a small smile on her face.

"I'm not in it just for the sex. I actually do like them all, I just don't feel like I should have to commit myself to one." She says with a shrug, as she takes one last hit on the small joint, before throwing it in the grass. "But whatever, I don't want to talk about my love life, how is yours?" She asks, turning towards him.

A smug smile appears on his face, and he just shrugs, "Do you even have to ask?" He says, looking over at her, making her roll her eyes. "Hooked up with this smokin' red head last night." He says, making her smile, and nod her head in approval.

"So who is your next victim?" She asks with a smirk, as she copies his position and lies back on her elbows.

Puck lets out a chuckle as a sly grin appears on his face, "I wouldn't say victim." He says suggestively, wiggling his eyebrows. "But i'm not sure yet. I've had my eyes on someone for a little while, but I haven't made a move yet. She's different than other girls. She's going to be hard, and I don't know if I want to waste the time." he says with a sigh, making Santana smirk.

"Hard? I thought you were the mighty Puckasorous, and could get anyone?" She says, lowering her voice, trying to mock him.

Puck reaches over and pushes Santana slightly, making her laugh, and catch her balance steadying herself. "I can, but she's not easy like the others. She's one of those who wants romance and shit, and honestly, she's hot, but she's not that hot." He says with a shrug.

"Who is it?" Santana asks out of curiosity, looking over at her best friend.

Puck looks thoughtful for a few moments before shrugging, "Not sure." He says making her scoff at him, and shake her head. "What? I was distracted! I mean this girl has a banging body. Her ass…." He trails off, getting lost in his own thoughts of the girl. Santana nudges him after a few moments, snapping him from his gaze and he lets out a small chuckle. "It's that new girl. The blonde." He says, hoping she could figure out who she was.

"Brittany Pierce?" Santana asks, sitting up quickly, looking over at Puck, who just shrugged in response.

"Maybe." He says distantly, "Like I said I was a little too distracted to catch her name." He adds with yet another smirk, as he seemed to go back into his trance, thinking about her. He quickly gets pulled out of the trance though as Santana slaps him on the back of the head. "What the hell?" He asks, confused, grabbing the back of his head with his hand.

"If you talk to her-No if you as much as look at her again; I will kick your ass. Do you understand?" Santana threatens, getting right in his face, poking his chest with her index finger.

Puck looks at her confused but puts his hands up in defense, leaning away from the angry Latina, "Okay." He says; eyes wide, as Santana backs away from him, seemingly cooling down after his submission.

Puck lets out a laugh, making Santana snap her head around to look at him with a hard glare, "What?" She asks, in a low threatening tone.

"Do you like her or something?" He asks with an amused look on his face. He had seen Santana worked up plenty of times, but over some girl like this, and he had to admit it was pretty hilarious. "You know all you have to do is tell me, and I'll back off. You know I honor the code." He tells her seriously, as she moves her gaze back to the field.

Santana says quiet, not wanting to answer him, hoping he would just get the hint and drop it, although he knew she probably didn't have that much luck. She feels Pucks eyes on her and gives him a side glance, and sees him staring at her with knowing eyes, and a sly grin on his face. He wasn't giving up until she admitted it. "I like her okay." She finally sighs in annoyance.

Puck smiles at his best friend, but decides to spare her and doesn't make any jokes. He knew she didn't do feelings, and she definitely didn't like to talk about them. He knew when to stop. "Okay, but I'm not sure if you can handle 4 girls." He says, jokingly.

"I know…" She sighs, looking down at the grass beneath her, playing with the strands of grass with her fingers.

Puck just looks over at her confused by her admission. He knew he couldn't handle that many girlfriends, but Santana had been mastering it forever, and he was surprised she had just admitted to not being able to handle it. "Did Santana Lopez just admit to having too many girls?" He asks with a smirk.

Santana looks up giving him an unimpressed look, making him laugh. "I can handle four girlfriends, just fine." She says, matter of fact. "I've done it plenty of times." She adds, making him look over at her, waiting on her to continue and explain her contradicting comments. "She's just different, I-" She starts, but gets interrupted by her cell phone ringing.

Santana pulls the phone out of her bag, and looks at the screen before, opening up the text message. "Who is it?" He asks, pulling a cigarette out of his pocket, and bringing it to his lips.

"Quinn, she wants me to meet her." Santana replies, as she taps away on her phone, responding to the blonde. "I'll see you later." She says, once she had finished, and placed the phone in her bag.

Puck lights his cigarette and watches Santana stand up and throw her bag over her shoulder, "Good luck." He says wiggling his eyebrows suggestively at her, making her roll her eyes, but smile before walking away from him.

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Brittany walks through the cafeteria, and gets into the lunch line, waiting patiently as the ladies served all the students. She feels someone tap her on the shoulder, making her turn around where she sees Santana standing behind her with a smile.

"Hey." Santana greets cheerfully, as Brittany just stares at her with a blank expression. "I think it's your turn." Santana says after a few seconds of the two girls just staring at one another.

Brittany turns around to see the lunch lady staring at her annoyed, waiting on her get her tray of food. "Oh sorry." She replies sheepishly, taking a few quick steps, grabbing the tray from the women. Brittany looks behind her where she sees Santana grabbing her own tray, and the blonde frowns at her, "What are you doing?"

"Getting lunch?" Santana replies with a shrug, before grabbing a bottle of water from one of the lunch ladies with a smile.

"No, are you like following me?" Brittany asks, before turning her gaze away from Santana to continue walking down the line towards the register.

Santana smirks at her, but shakes her head, "What? I can't get lunch?" She asks, once again trying to play it off as no big deal. Brittany was about to reply to the Latina, but got cut short when she reached the cashier, who totaled up her lunch. "Here I got it." Santana says, handing the woman money, before Brittany even had a chance to pull her cash out of her pocket.

Brittany looks over at the Latina who smiles sweetly at her before rolling her eyes, and walking out of the line, towards her normal table. She knew Santana wouldn't follow her there, with Rachel. Even if she did, she wanted be able to really talk to her, unless she was just plain stupid, which Brittany knew she wasn't.

"Britt! wait!" Santana yells, pulling on the blonde's arm before she could reach her table. Brittany rolls her eyes, but turns around, facing Santana giving her an annoyed look, but letting her know she was listening. "I just wanted to apologize." Santana says, averting her gaze down the the floor.

Brittany could definitely tell Santana wasn't used to apologizing, and she was also confused as to what exactly Santana was apologizing for. "And you're sorry for?" She asks, giving Santana a curious look.

Santana takes in a deep breath, her shoulders rising and falling with the action, before moving her gaze back up to the blonde, "I don't know." She says quietly with a slight shrug. Brittany could definitely tell she was super uncomfortable, and wasn't really sure what to say at this point, "For kissing you I guess." She adds, making Brittany nod her head slowly, "I mean I don't regret it, but I never wanted you to be mad at me." She admits, moving her gaze back down to the ground.

"It's fine. We can just forget it okay?" Brittany asks, making Santana look back up at her, studying her face for a few seconds.

"Yeah, okay." Santana replies with a nod. "So we're okay?" The Latina asks hopefully.

Brittany studies Santana for a few minutes before shaking her head, "Santana I'm not just mad at you for kissing me. I just don't like the way you treat girls, and I don't want to date you. You have to just accept that." Brittany says, before turning to walk away from Santana.

Santana watches Brittany walk away, and sit down at her table next to Mercedes. She sees Rachel look past Brittany and catch her eyes, giving her a curious look. Santana just brushes her off and walks in the other direction sitting down next to Quinn and the other Cheerio's.

"Hey baby." Quinn whispers, into Santana's ear, leaning over to the Latina.

Santana feels Quinn's hand on her knee, and she looks up at the blonde, giving her the best smile she could muster. "Hey." She replies simply, before looking down at her tray of food.

"What's wrong?" Quinn asks, looking at her girlfriend in concern, as Santana just started pushing around the food on her tray with her fork. Santana just shakes her head, not voicing her response, and Quinn frowns. "Maybe I could make you feel better?" She whispers into Santana's ear, in a low husky voice.

Santana feels a shiver go up her spine at the blonde's words, and she looks up, to look over at Quinn, but meets Brittany's eyes from across the room. Brittany frowns at her, and quickly averts her eyes, saying something to Mercedes, trying to act as if she hadn't been staring at the Latina.

"Maybe later." Santana mumbles, resting her head on her hand as she continued, pushing her food around the tray, making Quinn's frown deepen.

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The bell rang, signaling lunch was over, and Brittany stood up from her seat, grabbing her tray. She makes her way over to the trash can and dumps the leftover contents in the trash can and places the empty tray on top, before turning around almost colliding into Rachel. "Oh, hey." Brittany says, placing her hand over her heart that had picked up in speed.

"I didn't mean to scare you." Rachel says, as Brittany just nods her head. The blonde walks past her and out the cafeteria and Rachel follows her, "What were you talking to Santana about?" She asks, making Brittany stop suddenly and turn towards her friend.

"We were just talking about some math stuff, why?" She lies quickly. She mentally pats herself on the back for being able to come up with a lie so quickly, and pull it off. Normally she was terrible at lying and could never get away with it, but Rachel seemed to buy it because she hadn't said another word.

Brittany continues walking and feels Rachel following her, but she decides not to comment on it. She approaches her locker and dials in the combo as Rachel leans up against the one next to her.

Brittany gives her a side glance, and sees the shorter girl looking down in through, ringing her hands together. She looked like she wanted to say something, but was having an internal battle with herself, "Are you okay?" Brittany asks, turning her head to look fully at her friend.

"Yeah." Rachel answers quickly, looking up at Brittany, giving her a smile that Brittany knew was fake. Brittany decided not to comment once again, and just nodded turning back to her locker. "It's just Santana's been acting weird lately." Rachel blurts out, making Brittany's motions once again stop.

"Different how?" Brittany asks, turning her whole body towards Rachel, now invested in the conversation.

Rachel looks back down at her hands and opens her mouth to speak but soon closes it back not knowing what to say. "I don't know." She finally says, defeatedly. "She's just been distant, and she doesn't seem happy lately. I'm trying, but nothing i seem to do makes her happy anymore." She says, looking back up at Brittany as tears begin forming in her big brown eyes.

Brittany studies Rachel's face as she swallows a lump in her throat. She wasn't exactly sure why Santana had been acting the way that she had been, but she was pretty sure she had a good idea. And she was pretty sure it was because of her. She hated the idea of being the reason Rachel was so upset. "Rachel, I don't know what's going on with Santana, but I do know it isn't you." Brittany says, placing a comforting hand on Rachel's shoulder.

"You don't?" Rachel asks, unsure, looking hopefully into Brittany's ocean blue eyes.

"Of course not Rach. You're an amazing person, and she cares about you." Brittany says, making Rachel smile. "She's probably just on her period or something." Brittany adds with a shrug, and a smirk making Rachel let out a small laugh.

"Thank you." Rachel says sincerely, drying her eyes before the tears could run out and ruin her makeup.

"We should get to class." Brittany says, making Rachel nod in agreement. They turn to make their way to their next class, but get stopped when Santana steps in front of them.

"Rachel can I talk to you?" Santana asks, in a quiet voice, confusing Brittany, and scaring Rachel. Santana actually seemed like she was nervous or unsure of herself right then, and that was something that you did not see often. Santana was the most confident person in the school.

Rachel looks over to Brittany who gives her a small smile before turning back to Santana, "Yeah of course." She says with a head nod, before following Santana down the hallway.

Brittany watches them until they turn the corner out of sight. She inhales deeply, hoping whatever was happening wasn't too bad.

Santana pulls Rachel into an empty classroom, and shuts the door behind them, before turning back to face Rachel who was staring at her nervously. "What's going on Santana?" Rachel asks in a small voice. She knew Santana wasn't bringing her here for a quickie, and she knew whatever it was probably wasn't good.

"I think we should break up." Santana says after an agonizing silence, looking up to meet Rachel's shocked and hurt eyes….

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