Piedras Chapter 13, a glee fanfic

I was sitting flat on my back, reading Seventeen, when my phone buzzed and I ran over to it, expecting to see Santana's name flashing on my screen.

But it wasn't. It was Puck's.

Frowning, I pressed the green button and placed the phone to my ear.

'Puck?'

'Brittany,' he said. 'Are you gonna tell me what the hell is going on?'

I stayed silent. 'What do you mean?'

'You know full well what I mean, Brittany. Jamie.'

'J-Jamie?' I felt my heart plummet. This couldn't be happening. Not now. Not when everything was going so well.

'Yes, Jamie,' he said coldly. 'Remember her? Remember how she's dating Santana? Forgot to mention that little detail, didn't you? Slipped your mind, did it?'

'Woah Puck, calm down, it was an acc -'

'An accident? No it wasn't. Jesus, Britt. I really, really like this girl. I've never felt this way about anyone. You manipulated me. You have really fucked things up this time.'

'No, it's not like that! I never meant to hurt anyone, I just...'

'Fell in love with Santana? Didn't fight for her? Let her go, then decided you wanted her back? Decided to use me as a way to get to her? I can't believe you actually thought that would work.'

'How did you even find out?' I asked, my brain jammed.

'I tried to kiss her, Brittany,' he said, his voice icy. 'And she rejected me. So much for your plan.'

'Puck...'

'Save your breath,' he said. 'Does Santana know this has been going on? Maybe if she knew, things would be different.'

'No, you can't tell her! She wouldn't forgive me... Please, Puck, I'm begging you -'

'She deserves to know.'

I stayed silent. I knew he would do it.

'I'm sorry,' I whispered. 'I'm so sorry, Puck.'

He hung up. Still, I held the phone to my ear, listening to the high-pitched beep that followed his rejection of my apology.

In a few moments, Santana would know. And then she would call, I just knew it. And she wouldn't forgive me.

I sat there on my bed and felt everything I'd built for myself crashing down around me - all the love, all the passion, everything. It would be gone in a few moments, and I'd be left to pick up the pieces.

Then came the regret. I could hardly believe how stupid I'd been - I'd let Puck develop feelings for a girl he could never have. I could have stopped that happening, but I didn't - hell, I practically instigated it.

I don't know exactly how long I sat there, considering the possibilities of what might happen. But before I knew it, my voice was buzzing again and I scooped it up hastily, my heart thumping against my ribcage.

It was Santana.

Please forgive me.

'Hello?'

'I trusted you.'

I remained silent, unsure what to say.

'I trusted you,' she said, her breath heaving. I realised she was sobbing, 'and you let me down. I fought for you, and you were lying to me. This whole relationship has been one huge lie. How can I trust you now, Brittany? How do I know you won't manipulate me, too, just to get your way?'

'Santana, I -'

'Don't.' Her tone was icy but her voice racked with sobs.

'Santana, please! It's me. I never meant to hurt anybody. I'm stupid. I'm so freaking stupid and I can't stop it, I do stupid things all the time and I wish I was a better person but I'm not. I promise you, I would never, ever try and hurt you. Trust me.'

'I don't,' she said.

And then her voice was gone - she hadn't hung up, but I heard a clatter as her phone hit the floor, probably on the other side of the room. I held my phone to my ear and listened, with horror, to her muffled sobs. I could almost see her lying face down on her bed, crying into her pillow.

'Santana!', I shouted, but I knew she wouldn't hear it. 'Fuck!'

I hung up, chucking my phone aswell, so it hit the opposite wall and shattered.

'Shit,' I groaned as I lay down. 'I've screwed this all up. It's all gone. Everything.'

I heard a knock, and then the sound of my door opening, but I didn't look up, just chucked a pillow in the general direction of my door.

'Get out!', I yelled.

'Brittany, what's wrong?' It was my mom's voice, and I looked up through teary eyes.

'Nothing,' I mumbled. 'I'm fine.'

'What is it with kids saying they're fine when it's clear that they aren't?' My mom smiled sadly, walking over and sitting down on the edge of the bed.

'Fine,' I admitted. 'I'm not okay. Santana hates me.'

Mom frowned. 'Why? What did you do?'

'Everything,' I said, and my voice broke.

Then it all came tumbling out - the story of what had happened over summer, me and Kurt's plans to get Santana back, me and Santana's cheating on Jamie, and now Puck finding out and being heartbroken. My mom listened, her expression becoming more sour by the minute.

'Brittany,' she said, once I'd finished. 'Do you love Santana?'

'Yes,' I croaked. 'More than anything. More than everything.'

'Then go and get her back.'

I stared at her in wonder. 'Wh-what?'

'I've seen love die when it doesn't need to - I've seen far too many people give up their loved ones because they weren't bold enough to fight for them. And that isn't happening with you. Fight for her, Brittany.'

I smiled, and nodded. 'Okay.'

This is Brittany. Meet me for coffee.

I sent the text - then regretted it. I'd had Jamie's number unnecessarily; stealing it off Santana's phone when she was sleeping on the couch one time.

I wasn't even sure what I planned to say to her, to be honest. I just... needed to prove that I was brave enough. And I needed to feel like I was taking some form of action to get Santana back.

Also, I needed to apologize.

She texted back almost immediately, telling me the small coffee shop and the time I should meet her there. I pocketed my phone and left the house.

I was there within half an hour and I peered through the window, trying to locate her in the crowd of people inside the coffee shop. I soon spotted her - sitting on her own against the far wall. She was smiling at me through the glass; it wasn't a kind smile.

I gulped. This was it. I had to do it.

I entered, walking over to where she sat, coffee in hand. Her radiance seemed to have caught the attention of every male in the room and I sat down opposite her nervously.

'Brittany,' she said, still smiling.

'Jamie,' I replied nervously. 'Thanks for.. for meeting me.'

She said nothing, just watched me.

'I.. I asked to meet you here for a few reasons. But the main one, was to apologize.'

She raised her eyebrows. 'For what?'

'For keeping you away from Santana by using Puck as a distraction... For everything. I'm sorry.'

'Are you sorry for having sex with my girlfriend?'

My eyes widened. 'W-What?'

'I know, Brittany,' she said in a pained voice. 'I know she cheated on me with you.'

I watched her, feeling angry with myself. 'How did you find out?'

'It wasn't exactly hard to work out. She stopped answering my calls, stopped texting me back.. And when she did make contact with me, it was to tell me that she couldn't meet up because she was busy. And then, after Puck tried to kiss me, and we realised what you had been planning... Well, it all just fell into place.'

I gulped, my throat dry. 'Listen, Jamie -'

'I'm not gonna argue with you about this, Brittany,' she said coldly. 'I'm going to get Santana back. I already am.'

I frowned. 'What? How?'

'She hates you, Brittany.'

I winced at the blunt truth in this statement. I had known that she was angry at me, but hate...

'No,' I said out loud, shaking my head violently. 'Santana would never hate me.'

'Well, she does,' Jamie said, her gaze stony. 'And she's going to forgive me. Because I didn't do anything wrong.'

I felt tears stinging my eyes. Fuck.

'Jamie,' I said desperately. 'You can't be angry with me. She's the love of my life, I couldn't just -'

'Whatever, Britt,' she said, standing up. 'I'll see you in your next Glee club meeting.'

I stopped dead. Surely I had misheard that. 'Sorry, what?'

'I'll see you in Glee club, Brittany.'

And then she left. Without any explanation, any clues.

What was she coming into Glee club for? Was she going to... sing, for Santana?

Jamie had been right about one thing, at least. Santana was angry. Very angry.

Whenever we passed in the halls, I would desperately try to catch her eye, but she looked straight ahead, her expression calm and cool.

In lessons, she moved seats, as far away from me as she could get. I didn't object, or try and stop her - I felt like I deserved it. She couldn't trust me. So why would she still want to be with me? Or even be friends with me?

But it still hurt, so much.

Glee club meeting loomed ever closer, and I found myself becoming more and more apprehensive. I wasn't one hundred percent sure what Jamie had planned, but it couldn't be good. And a part of me felt like Santana was going to fall for it.

And who was I to stop her?

I wasn't surprised when I entered the choir room to see Jamie standing there, watching Santana, who was sitting in front of where she stood, her expression stony.

'What are you doing here,' she said coldly. 'I think you should just go, Jamie.'

Jamie smiled - a smile which said, very plainly, I'm not giving up on you that easily.

I sat down on the other side of the room, as the rest of the glee club piled in, looking confused.

Will stood by the piano, looking slightly dumbstruck but resigned to the fact no one was going to stop Jamie from singing today.

As if she could hear my thoughts, Jamie looked over at me, a small grin curling the side of her mouth. She was winning.

'Jamie!' Puck stood at the door, looking shocked. 'What are you...'

She watched him sadly. 'I had to say something... To Santana.'

Pain flitted across his face, which surprised me - it was the first time I'd seen Puck really care about someone.

Quinn and Rachel entered, hurriedly letting go of each other's hands so that Finn wouldn't see.

'Who's this?' Quinn gave her the bitch look I knew so well. Rachel's face became one of recognition - she had met Jamie once before.

'Jamie?'

Jamie smiled at her; a smile Rachel didn't return. 'You're not... joining this Glee club, are you? Because you actually have to become a part of the school for that. And just so you know, solos are becoming harder and harder to come by these days - what with Blaine's talents being added to the club, so don't be under the impression that you're -'

'Rachel, shut up,' said Quinn. Rachel looked at her, shocked. Quinn just grinned, winking at her girlfriend.

'Listen,' Jamie said to the club as a whole. 'I'm here because I need to speak with Santana.'

'Can't you just do it in private, then,' said Kurt. I felt elated. He was on my side.

'No, actually,' she said, watching him curiously. 'I... have all these things I need to say, but I don't know how to put them into words. So... as this is glee club, I thought I would prepare a song.'

Santana raised her eyebrows. 'But you don't even...'

'Sing?' She crossed her arms. 'You'd be surprised, actually.'

With that, she turned to the band, and nodded. They began playing a slow melody.

She stood, watching Santana, and began to sing.

Oh, and when will our heartbeats fall into two lines

And the click-clack of our boot heels beat out the same time

Oh, and when will your hand find itself in mine?

The whole club sat, completely still, shocked by the beautiful sound of her voice. It was soft, sweet... And filled with emotion.

And though I don't know your real name

Your real age, or your shoe size

I will leave this bedroom chair

And this keyboard behind

And I will love you in reality and dreams

She walked painfully slowly towards Santana, circling her chair. Santana looked straight ahead, trying not to make eye contact. Her expression was softening, though.

And though it kills me to know

That when we are through

You go to your real lover

Who'll put real kisses on you

As she said these words, she walked towards me, circling my chair, too. Everyone in the club was watching me, watching Santana, completely lost for words.

Oh well, an ex is about the best that I can do

Oh well, an ex is about the best that I can do
And so this lonely, lonely hull

Has no use left for living

After finding her love

In a heart so unpermitting

The pain was eminent on her face - every word she spoke held truth. And I couldn't blame her.

And I will die and never ever hold your hand

But I'll kiss my lips and I'll blow it to you

It'll be the last thing that I ever do

And wherever you go and whatever you do

There's a man underground that will always love you

Oh, wherever you go and whatever you do

There's a girl underground that will always love you

As the music finished, Santana stood up. My heart stopped.

She grabbed Jamie by the hand and walked determinedly and swiftly out of the room, dragging Jamie along with her.

The door slammed, and silence filled the room.

'What was that about?'

It was Finn who spoke.

'It's me,' I said.

The words left me before I'd even realised I'd spoken. Everyone apart from Puck and Kurt looked confused.

'Your fault?' said Blaine, 'How is it your fault?'

'I'm in love with Santana.'

No one looked even vaguely shocked at this news.

'And on other news, skies are blue,' Tina said sarcastically.

'Okay, so you all knew that. But... Jamie loves her too. They were secretly dating at the start of this year, and... I broke them up.'

Silence.

'I didn't mean to,' I tried to say. 'I mean, I did but... I didn't mean it to happen like this. And I'm really sorry. Especially you, Puck.'

'I'm sorry too, Puck,' said Kurt.

Everyone looked at him, shocked.

'Wait, you were involved in this, Kurt?' Blaine looked upset. 'Why didn't you tell me?'

'Listen, I just saw how miserable Brittany was and I wanted to help. I just made things worse. I'm sorry.'

'Stop it, all of you,' said Mr Schue. 'Like we have time for your bickering. We have to start preparing for -'

'No!' I shouted at him. He looked shocked. 'I need to find Santana.'

I ran out, searching down corridors for her.

'Santana!,' I shouted desperately. 'Santana!'

I found her in the parking lot. Jamie was gone.

'Santana,' I said softly, running towards her. She turned, tears running down her cheeks.

And suddenly, I was kissing her again.

But she didn't kiss me back. Instead, she grabbed my top and pushed me back. I stumbled, shocked.

'No,' she said, crying. 'Please Brittany, just stop. You let me down. I can't trust you. I don't trust you.'

'But she's gone,' I said, 'Why did you make her leave? She loves you, you could be with her if you wanted to be. But you aren't with her. Because you care about me, Santana. And I'm so sorry. I never meant this to happen. But I can't just give up on you.'

'It's over, Brittany,' she said, pushing past me and opening her car door.

'No!,' I cried holding open the door. 'No, it's not over. This is never going to be over. I love you.'

'I love you too,' she said, fighting against me as I held her back. 'That's the problem. I can't.'

Eventually, she pushed me so hard I stumbled back and nearly fell.

Tears filled my eyes as she climbed into her car, slammed the door, and drove out of the parking lot.

I fell to the ground in the empty space where her car had been, tears falling freely down my cheeks. I didn't try to stop the flow. I didn't need to.

I don't know how long I sat there. Minutes, hours. It could have been weeks, for all I knew.

But if Santana was right - if it was over - I had no reason to move ever again.

A/N: Okay, I'm sorry. I am so, so sorry. I would make excuses like, I was busy with school, and stuff, but really I'm just lazy. You guys need to go to my tumblr and harrass me to make me update, okay? Once again, I'm sorry. Please take me back.