Side Effects

Chapter 16

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Brittany dug around in her messy locker early that morning, looking for everything she needed for class. She had found her books easily, but was now digging around for a pencil and homework they had been working on for the last couple of days. She really tried to be organized. At the beginning of school, she had everything so perfect and vowed that she would keep it that way until the end of the year; that, however didn't happen.

She finally spots a pencil and tosses it into the bottomless pit of a backpack that was also cluttered with papers. She pulls out a stack of worksheets from her locker and begins rummaging through them looking for the assignment. She just wanted to hurry and get to first period before Santana had a chance to come to her locker, which was only two away from Brittany.

The blonde had ended up reading Santana's text messages late last night, when she couldn't sleep. She had laid there for almost 30 minutes, staring up at the ceiling, trying to persuade herself not to look, but the phone on her nightstand table seemed to be calling her name, and with a groan she rolled over and snatched off the table, and began scrolling through countless messages.

The first few had been really sweet, talking about what a great time Santana had on the date, and how she couldn't wait to do it again. The following had expressed how much Santana already missed Brittany and it hadn't even been a full 24 hours since they'd seen each other.

Brittany couldn't help the smile from forming on her face, although she was completely enraged with the girl right now. There were messages from the next day and they were starting to get a little more paranoid. The first couple had said things along the lines of her needing to wake up and calling her sleeping beauty. Then they gradually started getting worse, asking her if she was ignoring her or if Santana had done something wrong.

The last few were angry texts, talking about Santana didn't really want her anyway, she just wanted in her pants. But there were only two like that before the next couple were apologizing telling her she didn't mean it, and that she really likes her, more than she's liked anyone. Brittany had to roll her eyes at Santana's mood swings with a smirk.

But then the messages stopped. The last one was about 5:30 p.m. Sunday, then nothing. Brittany scowled to herself, and shut her phone off, placing it down on the nightstand table once again. That must have been when Quinn came over.

Brittany had ended up calling the only person who had been there with her since she had been at McKinley; Mike. She hadn't known him long, but he was her best friend and he was always there to be a shoulder to lean on or an ear to listen. They had ended up talking until early in the morning, both falling asleep on the phone. She told him about Santana and he told her about his first date with Tina, which had been disastrous, yet she wants to do it again.

The blonde finally finds her homework, smiling, mentally patting herself on the back for finding it and finding it complete at that. She stuffs it into her backpack and zips it up, moving her eyes back up to her locker, as dark hair catches her eye. She glances down the hallway to see Santana walking her way. The brunette's eyes meet Brittany's and with that, the Latina walks over with a look of determination on her face.

Brittany swallows hard and quickly shuts her locker, throwing her bag over her shoulder. Turning on her heel she makes her way down the hallway in the opposite direction, avoiding Santana. She turns the corner and looks behind her to see that Santana hadn't followed her. She lets out a relieved sigh and walks into her classroom.

She knew it was premature to be relaxed considering Santana had this class with Brittany. She'd have to see her in a few minutes and considering the girl sat directly in front of her, Brittany knew she would turn around and try and talk to her.

Brittany sits down in her seat, and pulls her homework out of her bag, placing it gently onto her desk. The corners were bent, and it was slightly wrinkly from being crammed inside her locker, and then in her backpack. She places her hands on top of it, trying to smooth it out somewhat.

A few minutes later she sees movement in front of her, and glances up, not moving her head and sees Santana sitting in her seat, turned around, staring at her. The blonde inwardly groans, and looks back down at her paper as she continues to smooth it out. She knew it wasn't going to get any better than it was now, but she needed something to keep her occupied.

"Morning Britt." Santana says softly. Her voice , Brittany could tell she was nervous, and hesitant. She keeps her head down, and her mouth shut, not even acknowledging the girl. "I was going to try and call you last night, but I knew your mom took your phone away." Santana says after a couple of awkward seconds, when she realizes Brittany wasn't going to respond.

"She gave it back." Brittany says automatically. Realizing what she said, she shuts her mouth quickly, and mentally slaps herself. Why'd she have to tell her that? Now she's going to call her every five minutes.

Santana simply nods her head, not really knowing what to say, "That's good." She finally manages, her voice cracking. Another awkward silence falls upon the two, and Santana clears her throat, trying to create some sort of sound. "Brittany…" She begins, her voice deflating, "I am so sorry." She says, not knowing of anything else. She knew she'd said it enough, and that saying I'm sorry wouldn't do anything, but it's all she could think of at the moment.

Brittany finally looks up meeting Santana's dark brown eyes. She opens her mouth to speak, but the teacher walks in, telling them to turn around in their seats, and get ready for the days lesson. Brittany closes her mouth and simply shrugs at Santana. The brunette scowls at the teacher, and turns around in her seat, cursing under her breath.

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Brittany walks out of the lunch line holding her tray tightly in her hands. She scans the cafeteria, looking for a spot to sit and eat. She glances over at the table she had been sitting at and sees Santana in her usual spot talking to Puck about something; she definitely wasn't sitting over there. Her eyes then scan over to her old table where she sees Rachel sitting with Mercedes and Kurt. She briefly considers trying once again to talk to Rachel, but just decides she'd be better off in the bathroom; eating alone.

As she walked towards the exit she couldn't help but feel like she was in the movie Mean Girls. The bathroom really wasn't a sanitary place to eat a meal, but Brittany wasn't hungry for one, and two she just wanted to be alone. She didn't feel like sitting in the crowded cafeteria with multiple loud students, yelling over one another, trying to be heard.

She walks out the door, and as soon as it closes behind her, she's met with ice to the face. Her eyes squeeze shut, and she drops her plate, gasping for breath. It felt like she had been hit with an iceberg; now she knew how the Titanic felt. She wipes it away from her eyes, and opens them, meeting the smirk of Quinn Fabray.

"What the hell was that for?" Brittany asks incredulously. The blonde shrugs her shoulders, but gives Brittany a knowing look. Santana. "You broke us up, what more do you want?" Brittany asks desperately. She had meant for it to come out harsh, and as icy as the liquid on her face, but it came out more like a sob. She brushes past the Cheerio, before she could reply, and storms into the restroom, locking herself in the stall.

Brittany sits down on the toilet, and grabs some toilet paper, and wipes off her face. She knew dating Santana would cause her drama, but she never thought it would be like this, or maybe she just didn't care. She was too caught up in her feelings for the Latina, to worry about anything else around her. She had lost her best friend, and now she was continuously being bullied by her jealous ex, even after they were over.

This was just all too much for Brittany. She liked Santana, she did, but she couldn't handle all of this. She'd never had an ounce of drama in her life before she met Santana, and now she always had to deal with something, or someone.

She starts furiously rubbing at her shirt, trying to clean the red stain off, although she knew it was hopeless. Tears fill her eyes, and start cascading down her cheeks, until finally she gives up, throwing the paper on the floor. She buries her head in her hands and lets sobs wrack her body; she just wanted to go back to being a nobody.

She hears the bathroom door open, causing her to pull her feet up onto the toilet with her, keeping quiet. "Brittany?" She hears a voice ask, making her groan. She closes her eyes, hoping she could just disappear, and be invisi ble once again. "Britt, I know you're in there." The voice says once again.

Brittany can see her shoes under the door, and one of them is tapping impatiently. Brittany groans, and stands up, opening the door, revealing Rachel.

The brunette's eyes widen slightly as she takes in the girls appearance. "I saw what Quinn did." Rachel says quietly.

Brittany brushes past her, and moves over to the sink, turning the faucet on. "Why do you care? You going to laugh now?" She asks, as she begins washing her sticky hands. She didn't want to be mean to Rachel, she knew she had no right after what she had done. But she also didn't want to listen to Rachel gloat, or laugh at her; which she also knew she deserved.

"Of course not." The tiny brunette replies, moving next to Brittany. She leans against the sink next to the blonde, and watches her hands as they rub together under the water. "I don't want to care about you, but I do." She says, matter of fact. "You were the best friend I'd ever had, and though you don't deserve it; I care." She adds, looking up to meet Brittany's ocean blue's.

Brittany sighs and turns the water off. She grabs a paper towel, and dries her hands as she turns around to lean against the sink, next to Rachel. "I'm sorry." She says softly. "I know I hurt you, and I wouldn't forgive me, if I were you." Brittany says, looking down at the ground. "But if it makes you feel any better, Santana screwed me over." She adds with a shrug, looking back up at Rachel.

The brunette smiles sadly at her, "It doesn't make me feel better." She replies honestly. "I was angry and hurt, but I would never wish for you to be hurt." She says sincerely, making Brittany smile softly at her.

"You're too nice Rach." Brittany says with a smile.

Rachel rolls her eyes and giggles, "Tell me about it." She says, making Brittany chuckle. "So what did Santana do? If you don't mind me asking of course." Rachel asks, after a brief silence.

Brittany sighs deeply and her gaze moves back down to the ground beneath her, "She slept with Quinn." She answers with a small shrug. "We weren't technically together, but she was supposed to be proving herself to me, and that I could trust her." The blonde explains, making Rachel nod her head, understanding.

"Well, that's Santana for you." The brunette replies, somewhat venomously. "Although, I will tell you that, I've known Santana for a very long time, and I dated her way longer than you did, and it's obvious she already likes you way more than she ever liked me." Rachel tells her honestly.

Brittany looks up at Rachel, tilting her head, "Don't say that." She says softly, "Santana liked you." Brittany adds, trying to make the girl feel better.

Rachel smiles sadly at her, "It's true." She replies with a shrug. "I liked Santana a lot, but I didn't love her. I thought I did, but then I realized when she did break up with me, that I didn't feel like it was the end of the world. I'm not heartbroken over Santana, I was just upset at what you did." She says, making the blonde nod. "But really, she likes you a lot Brittany, and I can't believe I'm saying this, but I think you should try and work things out with her." Rachel says, shocking Brittany. "Like I said, I've known her for a very long time and I've never seen her like this with anyone. I think you're good for her."

"Rachel, she slept with Quinn. That's not something that I'm going to just forgive." Brittany shaking her head stubbornly.

Rachel purses her lips together and nods acknowledging Brittany's sentence. "I know, but Brittany you know Santana. She can't just change over night. She went from sleeping with multiple people on a daily basis, to just you, and you haven't even slept with her have you?" Rachel asks, making Brittany shake her head back and forth. "She's allowed to slip up once. Nobody is perfect, especially not Santana, but that doesn't mean, she doesn't care about you."

Brittany sighs, shaking her head back and forth as she studies the tiled floor, "I can't believe everyone is telling me to forgive her. Shouldn't all you guys be telling me, 'Fuck her, you can do so much better?'" Brittany asks with a small smile.

"You can do much better." Rachel replies with a smile, making Brittany look at her confused. "But, you want Santana and you wont be happy with anyone, but her." Rachel adds, her tone moving back serious. "Besides, like I said, I think you're good for her and I think you can change her. She's a good person at heart." Rachel says honestly.

The blonde stands up, and throws an arm over Rachel's shoulder, exhaling deeply, "You're too smart." She says with a grin, making Rachel giggle.

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Rachel had given Brittany an extra shirt as always. The girl's locker was basically turned into a closet and although the shirts weren't the best fit, they were better than walking around with slushy all over her. She walks out of the bathroom and spots Santana coming out of the cafeteria next to Puck. She winces, and tries to turn in the opposite direction, before Santana saw her, but it was too late.

Their eyes lock for a moment, before Santana looks away, saying something to Puck. He nods his head and keeps walking as Santana turns, making her way towards Brittany. The blonde couldn't contain the groan from escaping her lips as she watched Santana make her way towards her.

"Hey Britt." the brunette greets softly as she approaches Brittany. The blonde looks at her for a brief second, before brushing past her, continuing down the hallway. "Wait, Brittany!" Santana calls out, running to catch up with the blonde. "Brittany!" She repeats, as she continues chasing the girl down the hallway.

Brittany stops walking, and closes her eyes, inhaling deeply, before turning around. "What?" She asks simply, her annoyance evident in her voice.

Santana takes a few more steps towards the girl. She opens her mouth to speak, but then shuts it back, realizing she really had nothing to say to the girl. She had just seen her, and wanted to talk to her, she didn't actually have anything to talk to her about. "Saturday." She finally blurts out, making Brittany look at her confused. "Will you hang out with me on Saturday." Santana clarifies.

Brittany simply shakes her head at the question, and Santana's face drops in defeat. "I'm grounded." Brittany states, making the brunette pick her head back up, and look at her. "Thanks to you." The blonde adds, raising an eyebrow.

"Right." Santana says with a head nod. "Sorry about that." She adds, once again apologizing.

"No you aren't." Brittany replies, making Santana look at her hurt. The blonde cracks a smile though, and Santana can't help but letting one grow on her also. "I'll see you around." Brittany finally says, after a staring contest. Looking deep into those brown smiling eyes, Brittany found herself growing weak; she had to get out of there.

Santana's smile fades away as quick as it had appeared and she watches the blonde turn away from her, "Wait." She says once again, making Brittany roll her eyes, and turn back towards her. "What is…" Santana starts to question as she picks at a piece of blonde hair turned red. "Who slushied you?" Santana asks, tucking the piece of hair back behind Brittany's ear.

Brittany could sense the Latina's anger growing, and she couldn't help but once again feel swooned by her, and her protectiveness over Brittany. Santana had witnessed Rachel get slushied on more than one occasion, and never did anything. Of course Brittany shouldn't feel happy about that, but she did. Maybe Rachel was right; maybe Santana did really care about her. "Quinn." Brittany finally answer softly.

Santana's nostrils flare, and her eyes widen then narrow in rage. "I'm going to kill her." She grits out, turning on her heel to go after the blonde Cheerio.

Brittany reaches out and grabs Santana's arm, stopping her from going anywhere. Santana turns and looks at her confused, "Don't." She says simply, giving the Latina a stern look.

"Why not? She has no right! I'll kill her!" Santana yells, her anger flaring up by the second.

Brittany sighs, and drops Santana's arm, trusting that she won't go anywhere until she gives her reason. "Because, you have done enough." Brittany sighs, before turning on her heel to walk away from Santana.

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Rachel walks out of her classroom, hugging her books tightly to her chest. She begins making her way towards her locker when she spots Quinn down the hallway talking to some other Cheerios. Rachel's eyebrows furrow in anger, and she marches towards the girl; determination in every footstep.

"What the hell is your problem?" Rachel asks with a harshness that surprised not only Quinn, but herself.

Quinn looks over at her friends, who were eyeing Rachel, like they were about to pounce her. "Give us a minute." She informs the girls, who look over at her skeptically. "Go." She says a little louder this time, making them nod, and scurry off in the opposite direction. "What the hell do you want?" Quinn asks, turning her attention back to Rachel.

"Why are you messing with Brittany and Santana?" Rachel asks, clutching her books even tighter to her chest. "Why them? What did Brittany ever do to you?"

Quinn's jaw visibly clenches as she stares at the tiny diva with a hard glare, "The same thing she did to you." Quinn answers, raising an eyebrow at the girl, who was giving her a confused look. "I was dating Santana, when you were." She admits, making Rachel's eyes widen.

Rachel knew that Santana had cheated on her with Quinn, but she didn't know it was a reoccurring thing. She thought it was just a hookup; not dating.

"I always had this nagging feeling that something was going on between the two of you." Quinn says in an airy, thoughtful voice. "But I never actually thought Santana would go that low." She adds viciously, looking Rachel up and down, with a look of disgust on her face.

Rachel looks taken aback by this statement for a brief second, before her face turns just as harsh as Quinn's, "You went there." She retorts, with a proud smirk.

Quinn's demeanor falters briefly, before she turns her face even colder than before, "Obviously, it was a mistake." she replies with a shrug; her harsh stare boring holes into Rachel's skull.

"Just leave them alone." Rachel finally says, after a staring contest with the blonde. "They're happy, and they like each other, a lot. Just because you are miserable, doesn't mean you have to try and make everyone else miserable also." Rachel says harshly, before turning on her heel, leaving a stunned Quinn behind.

Rachel makes her way down the hallway, her adrenaline rushing. She had never stood up for herself with Quinn and it felt great. She knew she was more than likely going to pay for it later, but she could at least bask in her moment for a little while.

"Rachel," She hears someone calling her name. She whips around quickly, meeting blue eyes. "Were you just talking to Quinn, what happened? Are you okay?" Brittany asks, looking at her friend, concerned.

Rachel exhales, as she tries calming her nerves. She was shaking she was on such an adrenaline high. "I'm fine, she was just being a bitch like always." The girl replies with a shrug. She turns around continuing the path to her locker and Brittany follows.

"Are you sure? She looked even more pissed than usual. What did you guys talk about?" The blonde asks, curiously.

Rachel stops in front of her locker, and dials her combo in. "Brittany, I'm fine. It's no big deal. See no scratches." She says, holding out her arms to show off her untouched body to the blonde.

Brittany just nods her head hesitantly, as she watches Rachel pull things from her locker. She glances back down the hallway and sees Quinn staring at them, but the Cheerio quickly averts her gaze, noticing blue eyes staring back at her. Brittany's eyebrows scrunch up in confusion, and she just looks back to Rachel, trying to mentally figure out what was going on.

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