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Chapter 8: Too much perfection

"God I hate her!", Santana moaned, took a sip of her bottle and looked over to Quinn, who jumped over the lawn with pompons in her hands. The training was already over, but Quinn just couldn't stop.

Quinn was beautiful, talented, smart and everybody loved her. Especially every guy.

"Come on San, she is nice", Brittany tried to convince her, "She always helps us with the choreography and stuff"

Santana only grumbled and continued to gaze at Quinn in a bad mood. Brittany was right of course. There was no reason to hate Quinn and that's why Santana hated her.

Her mine brightened the moment, as a bunch of football players walked past them to go to the locker room. Their training had probably just ended, too.

One of the guys was Darren Jays. Santana was interested in him. In fact almost all girls and she was pretty sure even one boy, this Kurt guy, were interested in him.

He was handsome, he was the quarterback of the football-team, also the center of the basketball-team. Plus his parents were rich. Thus he was the perfect high school hero. Well junior high hero.

"Hey Ladys", she greeted Santana and Brittany with a smile.

Brittany just smiled back, but Santana tried to get him into a conversation.

"Hey Richie-Rich", she smirked offensively, "How was training? Did you finally manage to pay the ball enough money, so he flies into the opponent's goal by itself?"

"Funny as always Santana", he answered with a ironic smile. His head turned towards Quinn.

"Are the rumors true?", he asked, "Her parents don't allow her to date?"

Santana grimaced. "Yeah. Quinny-Baby is too young to have a boyfriend"

"Too bad", he mumbled, "Well, see you girls", he said nicely and walked away.

Santana looked after him and grumbled again.

She hadn't lied. Quinn's parents really didn't allow her to have a boyfriend. The whole thing came out as Finn, another football player, had asked her for a date and it had been a shock for the whole school. Or at least for the men.

"Hey", Quinn ran towards them, "Can we go trough the pyramid part again?", she asked friendly, "I wanted to try something, but I need your help"

"Pyramid yourself Fabray", Santana snapped and walked away.

Quinn looked after her and then at Brittany. "What's with her?"

"She is a little stressed out lately", Brittany apologized for her friend, but her voice had a sad sound.

"So Jay-Jay", Santana greeted Darren the next day as she saw him standing at his locker alone, "Now you're know that you can't have Quinn, I think it's clear who you should date, right?"

He smirked. "Is it?"

"Well I don't want to influence your choice, but I'm spare captain of the cheerleaders plus I'm hot. Just saying", she winked and walked away.

"Mi gato es un monstruo. Y él es la grasa.", Brittany repeated the words Santana had told her a few seconds ago and giggled, "What am I saying San?" (note: first sentence means (at least i hope so :D ): My cat is a monster. And he is fat)

Santana gave her some Spanish lessons.

"Oh nothing, nothing", she grinned, "Just how cute Tubbi is", she lied.

"Aww", Brittany made, "He really is. This morning he was so hungry that he nearly opened the food can with his claws"

"Charming", Santana said ironically. She had already met Tub's claws. An experience, that wouldn't have been necessary.

Brittany giggled. "Now, it's your turn to say somethings in Spanish", she requested with a smile.

Santana said a few words, which made no sense but had a lot of Rs included. She knew that Brittany loved the sound of her rolling R.

"Perfect! Just like Lord Tubbington's purr only more sexy", Brittany laughed and her blue eyes sparkled. Santana felt a pleasant warmth diffuse in her belly.

"Oh, I have to tell you something", Brittany looked as if she had just remembered something and grinned, "Darren invited me to Breadstix!"

"What?", the warmth disappeared and was replaced by a sinking feeling, "He asked you out?"

"Is that wrong?", Brittany was confused.

Santana's stomach squirmed and she clenched her hands. Why was this happening?

Brittany had everything. A man for the second time now, people who liked her, a family who was always there for her. And she did nothing for it. All she did was to exist.

And Santana tried so hard. She tried to be nice, she tried to be cool, she tried to be strong, she tried to be smart. And she got nothing. Again. Was she so wrong?

A uncontrollable anger welled up in Santana. She shook her head and laughed hoarsely.

"I don't get it...", she whispered and stared at her hands, which were lying on the table, "I tried so hard to get his attention and he asked you out..?"

"I didn't know that. I didn't know you like him. I'll say no..", Brittany said quickly, "Then you can date him"

But Santana wasn't even listening to her. She felt so betrayed, so humiliated.

Brittany didn't do anything to make him interested in her.

"Why would he ask you?", Santana asked again, "You're not better than me. He wouldn't even know you, if I hadn't written your name of the cheerleading registration list. You wouldn't even know how to write your name if I weren't here. Without me you were just a stupid little girl, who gets bullied all the time."

She didn't even realize what she was saying until she said it and instantly she wanted to take it back. But it was too late.

Brittany looked at her with wide eyes. She looked like her world just broke down.

"I didn't...", Santana mumbled apologetically.

Tears gathered in Brittany's eyes. Without saying a word she got up and took a few steps backwards.

"No!", Santana tried to grabbed her hand, but she was already to far away, "Britt please! Wait!", she shouted but Brittany turned around and ran away.

Santana jump off her chair and ran after her, but as she has left the room, Brittany was already gone.

"Dammit!", she leaned against the stone wall and went her hand through the hair. She grabbed her phone and called her. Maybe she was close and Santana could hear her ring tone.

But she couldn't and Brittany didn't answer the call.

"Britt. I'm sorry. I didn't mean it", she typed quickly and sent it to her.

She hadn't much hope that Brittany would answer her. She wasn't even sure if Brittany would ever talk to her again. She couldn't blame her if not. After all Santana had just trampled the foundation of their friendship. Brittany was the one person in her life, who gave her, what she asked for and she just crushed her heart.