Side Effects
Chapter 11
Brittany walks up and down the hallways of McKinley High, searching for Santana. She had checked all of the girls bathrooms, and even went outside to check the football field, but the Latina was nowhere to be found. She was about to give up, when she hears the noise of someone hitting the keys on a piano to no particular rhythm.
The blonde walks over to the choir room, and looks through the glass where she sees Santana sitting at the piano, resting her head on one hand, and lazily hitting the keys with her other.
Brittany lets out a sigh of relief, and opens the door walking inside. "Hey, I've been looking everywhere for you." The blonde says as she rests one of her hands on the piano, looking down at Santana.
"Why?" Santana asks simply, not moving from her position, or stopping her fingers from hitting the keys
"Because…" Brittany draws out, before standing straight up, "You seemed upset." She finishes, walking around to the other side of the bench, where Santana was facing.
Santana looks up at the blonde briefly, before turning her gaze back down to the keys, "And you care because?" The Latina fires back, with a hint of anger in her voice. She didn't want to snap at Brittany, but she was angry, and she couldn't help but feel Brittany was partially at fault for that, even if she had done nothing intentionally. She just didn't like feeling this way towards a person.
Brittany looks taken aback for a few seconds, before brushing it off. She sits down next to Santana, who still doesn't move from her position, and just watches her as she idly plays with the keys causing random notes to fill the air. "I honestly don't know why I care." She says with defeat, and Santana just scoffs at her, "Okay, well I do know why I care, but I don't want to." she adds with slight frustration.
"Well, I don't care if you care." Santana snaps, pressing down on the keys noticeably harder.
Brittany could see through that lie, but decided to not argue with her. She knew the Latina was upset with her, and she felt bad, but she also knew turning down Santana was for the best. She had to protect herself, and her heart. "Well, like I said I do care." She starts sternly, "When I saw you scream at that guy, and flip him off, and then he just laughed…" She trails off, getting caught up in all the things she had felt, and wanted to do to him at that moment, "I was so angry. On the way out of the cafeteria while I was looking for him, I was imagining all of the things I wanted to do to him, and they weren't pretty." She says with a small laugh.
A small smile appears on Santana's lips, and she looks up catching Brittany's eye, before quickly hardening her gaze once again.
"Do you want to tell me what happened?" Brittany asks, after a moment of silence. She knew Santana was more than likely not going to talk to her, but she figured there was no harm in trying. Santana just mutely shakes her head, not looking up at Brittany, who let out a small sigh as the girls once again fall into silence.
A few seconds later Santana breaks it, and looks up at the blonde, "What did you have in mind for Puck?" She asks, with a growing smirk on her face; her eyes twinkling a little brighter than before. Almost back to their same brightness.
Brittany lets out a small laugh, before beginning, "Well first I imagined just kicking his ass; throwing him around the room a little, but then I decided that wasn't enough." She starts, making Santana's smile grow wider, "I thought about slamming his head inside a locker a few times while I walked past the lockers in the hallway; that sounded pretty promising." She says with a thoughtful look on her face, making Santana laugh.
Brittany watches Santana for a few moments, just enjoying the sight in front of her. She loved seeing Santana happy, and she even more so loved her laugh. It was music to her ears. She just wanted to put it on her ipod, and play it on repeat all day long.
"I like when you smile." The blonde blurts out without thinking, and Santana stops, and looks at her. Brittany instantly blushes at her words, and moves her gaze down to her hands she was ringing in her lap. She feels Santana's hand on her own, and watches as the brunette laces their fingers together, before moving her gaze up to meet warm chocolate eyes.
Santana smiles softly at the blonde, looking deep into ocean blues. She moves her gaze down to Brittany's lips, and moves in closer pressing her lips firmly against the blonde's.
Brittany doesn't even tense against Santana, and kisses her back with just as much passion as the brunette. Brittany feels Santana's tongue run lightly against her bottom lip, and she instantly opens her mouth, sweeping the tongue into her own mouth, each girl moaning at the contact.
Brittany's fingers caress the back of Santana's neck gently, and the brunette's hand's move up the blonde's sides, landing on the side of her breasts. The tanned hands squeeze gently, and Brittany lets out a soft moan, before opening her eyes.
That one touch had snapped her back into the reality of what she was doing. She pulls back abruptly, almost causing Santana to fall forward at the loss of contact, but straightens up quickly, looking at Brittany confused. "I can't." Brittany whispers, shaking her head rapidly back and forth.
Santana exhales, and looks at Brittany pleadingly, "Britt please." She says desperately, grabbing the blonde's hand, lacing their fingers back together. "I-I've never felt this way about anyone." She admits, looking up at Brittany with fearful eyes. "And it scares the hell out of me, but I don't care. I want you. I know you don't trust me, but I'll prove myself I promise, just give me a chance." Santana pleads, as tears start slowly forming in her eyes. She wasn't one to get too emotional over a girl, and again it scared the hell out of her, but it didn't matter; she needed Brittany.
"I like you too Santana; too much." The blonde admits with a sigh, "But like you said, I don't trust you. I don't want to get into a relationship with you, and you just hurt me. Because honestly right now, I'm pretty positive you will." The blonde finishes, making Santana look down at their hands.
Santana wanted to say something, she wanted to yell, do anything but just sit there, but no words could come out of her mouth. She watches the pale hand slip out of her own, and the blonde stand up, before walking out of the door, not saying another word. Santana wanted to chase down the hallways after her, but again; nothing happened.
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Later in class, Brittany sat idly playing with the pencil in her right hand. The teacher was up at the front of the room speaking, but it had just faded into a distant noise, compared to all the noise that was going on in her head.
She had truly seen something different in Santana's eyes today when she had spoken to her, and part of herself wanted to believe Santana really did like her that much, and wouldn't hurt her. But the other part also told her Santana is a professional liar; she told Rachel she was in love with her, and obviously wasn't. She couldn't figure out if Santana was being sincere or if she was puling the same shit she had with Rachel, and probably many other girls.
The blonde soon gets pulled out of her thoughts, when she feels her phone vibrating in her pocket. She quickly looks up to see if the teacher was paying attention, before pulling it out of her pocket, and opening up the message.
Rachel (1:42 p.m.) - Can you meet me in the bathroom by the choir room?
Brittany scrunches her eyes up in confusion at the message, but sends one back telling her she'd be there. She wasn't sure why Rachel would need to see her in the middle of class. It must have been important.
Brittany raises her hand up, immediately getting the teacher's attention who points at her, and waits for her question, "May I go to the restroom?" She asks politely. The woman just nods her head, and tells her to hurry, before continuing on with her lesson. Brittany stands up from her seat and makes her way out of the classroom, but not before grabbing the hall pass.
The blonde makes her way down the halls and into the restroom, where she sees nobody, but hears sniffles coming from one of the stalls, "Rachel?" She asks confused, leaning down to check under the stall doors, looking for the small diva. A stall door opens a second later, revealing the brunette with red puffy eyes, and nose to match, "What happened?" Brittany asks, looking at the girl in concern.
Rachel inhales deeply, trying to control her tears enough to where she could speak, and walks out of the stall, "I talked to Santana." She explains, making her way over to the sink.
At those words, Brittany's heart began pounding in her chest, and her eyes widened. Santana wouldn't have told her about their kiss would she? God Rachel would hate her, "What did she say?" Brittany asks hesitantly, taking a tentative step towards the girl.
"I tried getting her back, but she said no." The girl says through sniffles, making Brittany let out a sigh or relief. Her face then quickly changes back to concern for the other girl, and walks over to her, placing her hand on the brunette's back comfortingly. "I tried everything, and she really doesn't want me." Rachel chokes out, leaning up against the sinks, hanging her head low.
Brittany grabs a paper towel, and wets it slightly before handing it to the small diva, "Rachel forget about Santana." Brittany commands in a soft tone, "You deserve someone so much better than her. Someone who won't cheat on you, and someone who will treat you the way that you deserve to be treated." She says, wrapping an arm around the girls shoulders.
Rachel lets out a sarcastic laugh as she wipes her eyes with the damp towel, "And how do I deserve to be treated?" She asks, skeptically, looking over at her blonde friend.
Brittany smiles softly at the girl, before replying, "You deserve someone who will take you out on romantic dates, and who will walk down the hallways with their arm wrapped protectively around you, so everyone knows you are theirs." She explains, making Rachel smile slightly, "You don't deserve to be someone's secret Rachel, you're too awesome for that. You need someone who will scream 'I love you' down the hallway, and not care who was listening, or more so hope everyone in this world was listening." Brittany finishes, and looks over to see a smile on Rachel's lips, making her smile also.
The small brunettes lets out a sigh, and leans her head on the blondes shoulder, "Thank you. You're probably the best friend i've ever had." Rachel admits.
Brittany smiles, feeling completely flattered by the admission, but she couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt in her chest. She was the reason Rachel was feeling this way, and she was still having thoughts of possibly going out with her ex. "I'm not that good of a friend." Brittany says quietly, lying her head on top of Rachel's.
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Mr. Shue releases the glee club, and Brittany starts gathering her things up. She looks up to see Santana standing next to the piano, watching her. She knew the Latina was waiting on her to either leave so she could walk with her, or wait until everyone was out of the classroom so that they could speak to one another.
She slowly gathers her things up, prolonging the conversation as soon long as possible. It wasn't that she didn't want to talk to Santana, it was quite the opposite actually, which is what pissed her off even more. She knew she shouldn't like Santana, and she even more so knew she shouldn't talk to her, much less date her, but she also couldn't deny she wanted to.
Brittany starts walking down the platform, and was about to approach the Latina, but Quinn beats her to it, and stands directly in front of the brunette, making Santana stand up straight, and look at the blonde cheerio confused.
Brittany glances over at the two of them, and meets eyes with Santana who was apologizing through her eyes. Brittany just shakes her head and walks out the door, but stops right outside of it, leaning against the wall. She normally wasn't one for being nosey, and eavesdropping, but she couldn't help it. She needed to know that Santana's intentions were true, and she wasn't' still with Quinn in any way; relationship, or sexual.
Quinn eyes the brunette for a few minutes, before letting out a sigh, "I forgive you." She finally says, making the confusion on Santana's face grow even more; her eyebrows furrowing.
"For?" Santana asks simply, placing her hands on her hips.
Quinn rolls her eyes, and lets out yet another sigh; this one more frustrated, "For breaking up with me." She says, as if it was obvious. "I know you were just angry about something, and you did it without thinking. But I forgive you, and I'm willing to take you back." The blonde explains in her naturally sweet tone. Brittany actually thought it was ironic how someone as evil as Quinn could sound so sweet and innocent.
Santana just looks at Quinn as if she had grown two heads, and opens her mouth to speak, but gets cut off by Quinn's lips on her own. Brittany's eyes widen at this, and she feels anger boil up inside of her. She just wanted to waltz back into the room and rip the blonde's head off. But she knew she had no right to do that, and she had no right to be angry; she had turned Santana down. Although Santana was supposed to be proving herself, not that she'd admit she wanted to Latina to prove herself.
"Quinn…" Santana drags out, trying to decide what to say to the blonde. She wasn't a terrible person, and it actually hurt her to turn Quinn down, because she did care for her; she just didn't want her. "I'm sorry, but it really is over. I don't want to be with you anymore." She says softly, looking deep into hazel eyes.
Quinn's smile quickly fades from her face, and is replaced with pure anger, "What?" She almost growls, making Santana jump slightly, "You can't break up with me!" She yells, making Brittany quickly take her head out of the doorway, and lean up fully against the wall, not wanting to risk Quinn seeing her through her break down.
Santana raises a perfectly manicured eyebrow, and folds her arms firmly over her chest, "Um, actually I just did." She replies sharply. She didn't want Quinn to be upset, but she also wasn't going to let anyone speak to her like that. She couldn't tell her what she could and couldn't do.
Quinn rolls her eyes, and Santana brushes past her, wanting to leave the room as soon as possible, but Quinn's voice stops her, "You'll be back!" She yells as Santana just simply rolls her eyes, "At least for the sex anyways. You can't go a couple of days with out it!" She yells, probably a little louder than she should have.
Santana slams her eyes shut, and clenches her fist by her side, resisting the urge to turn around and beat the shit out of the girl. Instead she just storms out of the choir room, stopping abruptly when she sees Brittany against the wall.
The blonde stands up straight, and nervously fiddles with her bag, pulling her bottom lip in between her teeth, "Were you just eavesdropping?" Santana asks, a little bit of anger still in her voice.
"What? No!" Brittany replies quickly, shaking her head rapidly back and forth, "I'm just know….chillin…" She finishes lamely, looking around the empty hallway.
Santana gives her an unimpressed look, but doesn't say anything. She knew better than that, and she knew the blonde had been listening in on her conversation, but she honestly didn't care.
Santana just rolls her eyes, and turns on her heel, walking down the hallway away from Brittany, but surprisingly the blonde's voice rings throughout the hallway, "Santana!" She yells making the brunette quickly come to a halt. She hears frantic footsteps behind her then the blonde appears in front of her, confusing her.
The blonde looks down at her hands, and fiddles with them nervously, as Santana just watches her, waiting patiently for her to say something, "Do you maybe want to go have dinner with me?" The blonde finally asks, looking up to meet Santana's shocked face.
"I thought you didn't trust me." Santana questions, narrowing her eyes at the blonde. It wasn't that she didn't want to go out with Brittany, she was just confused. The blonde had turned her down multiple times over the past few days, and she was confused as to why she was asking her out now.
"I don't." Brittany replies, making Santana look at her even more confused, "But I'm not asking you to be my girlfriend. Just go out and have dinner, and maybe get to know each other a little more." She says with a shrug, moving her gaze back to the floor. "Besides, I do like you a lot Santana, and I know how hard you have been trying to prove to me I can trust you, and the fact that you are even trying means a lot." She admits, looking back up into dark brown eyes.
A smile grows on Santana's face, and she nods her head, "Okay." She confirms, making the blonde also smile, "Breadstix at 7?" She asks, and Brittany just nods her head in agreement, making Santana's grin grow even wider. "Awesome."
"Awesome." Brittany repeats with a head nod. She smiles at the brunette one more time, before turning around, and walking down the hallway.
Brittany wasn't exactly sure what had come over her. And what had made her suddenly ask Santana out, but seeing Santana turn down Quinn, and even pull away when she kissed her, had greatly impressed Brittany. Santana wasn't even aware that Brittany had been watching and she still didn't give in to the other cheerio. It meant she really was trying.
Also the face that she had turned Rachel down earlier in the day, had got her thinking. Although she felt a terrible wave of guilt rush through her, for asking out her so called 'best friends' ex girlfriend, she couldn't help but be happy the Latina had also not given in to her.
Maybe Santana really was falling for her, and maybe just maybe she could be trusted.
A/N: Thank you guys as always for the wonderful reviews! Let me know what you think!