Well, it seems that people are getting their alerts now :D Yay! But now FF is glitching in a new way. Apparently, last chapter has zero hits with fourteen reviews. Okaaaay. I know, it isn't a huge deal, but it's an annoyance. I'm tired of putting up with FF's crap :( Sometimes, this site angers me more than everyone in the Warblers (excluding Kurt). OH YEAH. I WENT THERE.

Yeah…this chapter is the beginning of an angsty storyline. Yeah, yeah, yeah. I get it. "HOW DARE YOU LONGAGO13! YOU'RE DESTROYING MY FLUFFINESS!" But as I said before, I want some balance. Plus, this isn't going to last ten chapters or anything. Just a couple, then the fluff shall return. And it's not like it's going to be anything as sad as what's going on in the show right now. Seriously, the show is making Brittana so heartbreaking :'( They just… -sniffle- They want to be together but they can't! -sobs dramatically-

Okay, totally random, but does anyone else want a Brittany and Santana spin-off? Like, I don't know how it would work, but I want it XP Oh well, in my head it exists.

Anyhoozel, I'm blabbering. So…time to get to the chapterness. YAY!

As Santana began preparing to leave for school, she realized just how much she didn't want to go. Sure, she usually didn't want to go to school anyway, but this time, she really didn't want to go. After the whole Halloween incident, she was sure that the rumor had spread already about her in the Pink Ranger costume. Santana could just imagine Puck's stupid smiling face, grinning at her and calling her "Ranger" or something. By now, all of his friends probably knew, and had probably told all of their friends, and so on and so on. It would be all over school, and she would never live it down.

Santana grumpily fixed her hair and got dressed, snatching up her backpack and heading downstairs. Both of her parents were already gone off to work. Almost every morning Santana would have to walk to school by herself. She had gotten used to it after doing the routine throughout the years, but she always wished that her parents weren't overworked. With no pets or siblings, it was pretty easy to get lonely.

School wasn't that far away, so after five minutes or so of walking, Santana was at the front of the school. She stopped to take a deep breath. This was it. The moment of truth. She needed to ready herself for whatever awaited her inside the bricked building. Finally, she mustered up the courage to move her legs forward, and she stepped inside. A couple people inside turned their heads to see who had walked in, but for the most part, she was ignored. Nobody called her "Ranger", like she expected. Nobody snickered at her. Nobody pointed.

There was no rumor.

Santana couldn't help but smile a bit in relief. Maybe it hadn't spread as much as she thought it had. That was good. Feeling a lot better than she had before, she made her way to Brittany's locker. It wasn't that far away, so she reached it in a couple seconds. But something was different about the scenario. Usually, every morning Santana would come to Brittany's locker, they would talk, giggle, lock pinkies, talk some more and then part ways to get to their separate classes. But today, it was different. And no different as in her cast and crutches being gone, although that did surprise Santana. The doctor probably removed it on Sunday. No, Santana was surprise because Brittany was talking to someone else.

She was talking to a guy.

Santana recognized his face, but didn't remember his name. But that didn't matter. What did matter was that Brittany was giggling at something he said. Santana was immediately filled with rage. Who the hell did this guy thing he was to talk to her girlfriend? Making her laugh? That was Santana's job. Shifting her backpack, Santana began to walk over to Brittany, trying to mask her anger.

"Oh, hey Britt!" Santana said, and before Brittany or the guy could react, Santana hugged the blonde. "Ugh, it's been so long!"

Brittany furrowed her brows. "Er…what? We saw each other on Saturday."

"Yeah," Santana said, letting go. "But I just missed you, since you know, we're best friends."

Brittany gave Santana a weird look. Then she remembered who she had been talking to before the Latina had dived between them. "Oh, Santana, this is my friend, Mike."

Santana turned around. She looked the kid in the eyes, glaring at him, trying to intimidate him. It didn't help that he was slightly taller. "Oh…hello. I don't think we've met," she said coldly.

Mike gave her an odd look. "We've had classes together for like, four or five years."

"Well then you must be a pretty forgettable person then," Santana growled.

Mike backed up on instinct. "So- - -"

Santana cut him off while crossing her arms. "Are you trying to get into Brittany's pants or something?"

While Mike tried to stutter out a response, Brittany muttered, "I got lost in my jeans once. It was dark."

Mike finally managed a sentence, blushing as red as a tomato. "N-no! We're just friends! We have Math together, seriously. I'm not…trying anything."

Santana stepped closer to Mike, causing him to back up against the lockers. Now she had him cornered. "Oh please. You're a guy, you're not just friends with her. You trying to get a date or something? Or do you need some kind of gay beard? Come on, what is it, fess up, kid." Santana knew in the back of her mind that she shouldn't be acting like this. It drew attention. She was acting like a girlfriend, and as far as everyone else knew, her and Brittany were just best friends and nothing more. But seeing some guy talking to her, laughing and looking suspicious, made her feel uneasy. Santana couldn't help it.

Mike looked so red it was as if he was close to exploding. But luckily for him Brittany stepped in between him and Santana. "San, Mike's just my friend." Mike nodded, slightly hiding behind the blonde, scared of the other girl. "You don't have to freak out or anything," Brittany added, smiling.

Santana sighed. "Britt, you don't understand guys. Listen, none of them- - -"

Before she could finish her sentence, the warning bell blared through the speakers and throughout the school.

"Aw, poop," Brittany grumbled. "Gotta get to Math class. Talk to you later." With that, Brittany ran off to her next class, dragging Mike by the hand as she did. Santana gritted her teeth in anger as she saw Brittany run away with Mike, hand in freaking hand. Santana sighed, hoping she'd have a chance to talk to Brittany later and explain the many reasons why boys were evil.

Santana was really pissed now. She had yet to talk to Brittany about Mike during second and third hour. And now, she couldn't talk to her at lunch because she had a lunch detention (Jacob Ben Israel kept insisting she give him pictures of her in her Power Ranger mask and nothing else, so she kicked him in the groin repeatedly).

Santana, carrying her lunch tray up to the detention room, groaned when she walked inside. For one, the place was full of kids, so there weren't many seats left. Even worse, the only seat available was next to Puck and his band of idiots, like Finn and some other kids. Santana growled, looking desperately for anywhere else to sit. Sadly, it was the only spot. Receiving a stern look from the teacher for not sitting down, Santana finally walked over and sat next to Puck near the back of the classroom.

Almost immediately, Puck noticed her. "Well, what'd you do to get in here? Did ya get caught doing it in the bathroom again?" Some of Puck's friends, like the idiots they were, chuckled along with him.

Santana, definitely not in the mood to deal with Puck, growled at him. He made an 'ooooh' sound. She then turned to him, angry. "Gee, what'd you do to get in here, Puckerman? Did you get caught trying to touch Mr. Hillside's ass again?" The studio audience that were Puck's posse 'oooooh'ed at that as well.

Puck only responded by giving her the middle finger and turning back to his friends. They began to talk quietly amongst themselves about dumb things like girls, cars, girls, television and naked girls. Santana was trying to eat her lunch and tune them out, until she heard something that, surprisingly, caught her interest.

"Hey, you know Mike Chang?" one of Puck's friends said.

Santana's ears perked up, actually intrigued on what they were going to say about Mr. Has-The-Nerve-To-Try-And-Steal-Santana's-Girlfriend-When-He-Doesn't-Even-Deserve-Her.

"Yeah, what about him?" Finn asked.

"I heard he's going out with that blonde chick, Brittany," the guy said.

Santana froze in her seat, paralyzed with the very thought of that statement. Calm down, San, Santana thought, it's just some dumb rumor. Britt wouldn't cheat on you.

"Oh yeah," Puck said. "I saw them talking and giggling together in Math. On my way up here, I saw her hugging him. Good for Mike, dude," Puck added. "She's dumb, but she's freaking hot."

Santana was already seething at the thought of that scumbag hugging her girlfriend, and now this mohawked idiot thought he could talk that way about Brittany. "Puck, remember the last time you talked about Brittany? Let me refresh your memory, I kicked your sorry ass in the hallway. Everyone saw it, and it doesn't matter how much you're trying to forget that that ever happened, because it did. So unless you want another bloody nose, you better shut your fucking mouth before I shut it for you."

Puck flinched at the memory of his bloody nose, but put on a cocky smile, trying to impress his friends. "Awww, what's the matter? You angry that I'm not being nice to your girlfriend? Or are you just on your period?"

Santana closed her eyes, trying not to explode. "No, I'm not. Hey, Puck, maybe you're on your period. Listen to me when I say shut the fuck up. I'm tired of you talking, so keep it down please. I swear to God, if I hear you go on about all the girls you've supposedly screwed, I will beat the shit out of you. Again."

Puck just laughed a little. "So you don't think I've screwed girls?"

Santana turned, glowing red with rage. "Puck, I'm straight and even I could get more girls than you. Only an idiot would sleep with your sorry ass. Trust me, Noah, the only pussy you're ever gonna get is if your mother buys you a cat."

With that, Santana stood up, leaving her lunch and picking up her book bag. She walked out of the room, calling out to the teacher that she needed to go to the bathroom. She closed the door behind her and ran down the hall, stepping inside an empty bathroom. She unconsciously dropped her books and punched the wall in anger. Santana felt tears welling in her eyes, one because punching the wall really fucking hurt, and two, because the thought of Brittany cheating on her was finally sinking in.

The next three hours of school were hell for Santana. She had made it a point to avoid Brittany even though they shared all of their other classes together. Santana feared if she tried to talk to her girlfriend that she might burst into tears. The Latina never liked to admit it, but she cried easily and was sometimes really sensitive. She went through the rest of the day on autopilot, ignoring everything around her, deep in thought.

It seemed like a couple eternities until the final bell sounded and school was let out. Santana quickly told Brittany to meet her outside and then ran out into the hall, disappearing downstairs to get to her locker. After retrieving her things, Santana walked outside in the cool November air, and leaned against the school's brick wall, waiting for the blonde. After all the buses left and all the kids disappeared, Brittany finally came out, apologizing for the long wait.

"It's fine," Santana said in a monotone voice.

Brittany locked pinkies with Santana, but her hands were cold. "Hey, you okay? You seem off?"

Brittany and Santana began to walk towards their homes. Santana thought of what to say. So many thoughts were racing around her brain, that she blurted out the first thing that she picked out from her scrambled mind. "I don't think you should hang out with Mike anymore."

Brittany gave her an odd look. "What? Why?"

Santana shrugged, fighting back the urge to cry at the thought. "Britt, listen. He's a guy. Guys don't want to be friends with girls. They want to pretend they're friends with them, and then try to have sex with them. That's all they think about anyway, just sex. Sex, sex, sex. Please tell me you know what sex means."

Brittany scoffed. "I know what sex means. Mike doesn't want that, he's just my friend. What's wrong with that?"

Santana pulled her pinky away, stopping and staring at her girlfriend. "Brittany, he is a male human being going through puberty! He definitely wants nothing else but sex!" Santana's hands were clenched into fists and she was failing at holding back her anger about the situation.

Brittany crossed her arms, pouting. "San, why are you freaking out so much?"

Santana sucked in a breath. "Are…are you cheating on me?" She understood she should of said something else, but she needed an answer.

Brittany's jaw dropped. "W-with Mike?" Santana nodded. "No! Why would I like him like that? He's just my friend!"

Santana rubbed her eyes, trying to hide the oncoming tears. "I heard a rumor that you two were going out or something…"

Brittany looked truly heart by what Santana was saying. "And you believed it? I love you, Santana! I've loved you as a best friend and as a girlfriend! I've known you all my life, pretty much. I would never cheat on you!" Santana was about to say something, but Brittany cut her off. "So just because you're jealous and heard a stupid rumor, you think I'd go around and date other guys behind your back? I like Mike, but just as a friend. What, so I can't have friends now?"

"No," Santana tried to say. "I didn't mean- - -"

Brittany cut her off again, anger now boiling in her body. "You know how hard it is for me to make friends! Almost everyone hates me because I'm dumb! All I have is you, Becky, and Catcake! That's it. So now, finally, someone else decides to be nice to me, and you automatically think I'm trying to date him?" Santana had forgotten about holding back her tears long ago, seeing as now they were flowing down her cheeks freely. "Oh, wow, maybe I'm dating Becky and Catcake too!"

"Brittany, please," Santana said in between the hiccups caused by her tears.

"Why can't you just trust me?" Brittany asked, now crying herself. "I've trusted you! You talk to some guy friends sometimes, and I know you're not trying to get with them, because I love you and I trust you. I would never cheat on you, but apparently, because you heard some stupid…stupid person, that you think that I would. Fine then, I'm a cheater. You caught me, I totally love Mike a million times more than you! In fact, I love him so much, me and him are gonna get married, gonna have kids, buy a house, and grow old together, and all that other stuff that I've seen in those romance movies! And it'll be so super awesome!"

Brittany didn't even stay to hear what Santana had to say next. The blonde stormed off, her cheeks cascaded with her tears. She sniffled a bit, wiping her eyes, trying to block out all of the painful thoughts in her head.

"W-where are you g-going?" Santana called out shakily.

Brittany bit her lip to stop herself from letting out a sob. "To the jewelry store! Gotta get me and Mike's wedding rings!" After that, Brittany broke into a run, zipping up her jacket, speeding towards her home.

Santana wiped her nose and eyes, trying to stop herself from crying even more. She plopped down on the grass and hugged her knees up to her chest. Santana didn't think she'd be capable of rational words at this point, although she did manage one thing.

"I'm such a fucking idiot."

I'm evil. I'm so, so evil. Muahahahahahaha!

Oh noes! Will Santana realize the rumor was false? Or was the rumor possibly true? Will Brittany go back to Santana, or fall for Mike? Who the hell knows :P Ahh, drama ^_^ I can only imagine the angry reviews I shall receive XP

Teehee, Brittany getting lost in jeans

Small thing: After looking back on writing this, I realized something. I had completely forgotten about Brittany's broken leg. Yeah, yeah, I'm a dumb. So I threw in a little throwaway line about it disappearing. Sorry! It's just that ugly monster known as Continuity screwed me over :O

So, what'd you guys think? You liked it? Hated it? Tell me, and Catcake will date you. And come on, who doesn't wanna date that cat? Answer: NOBODY! Did you know Catcake once defeated Chuck Norris in a fight? True story. I think we should replace all the Chuck Norris jokes with Catcake instead. lol If enough people did that, we could start a new internet meme :D That'd be so win. Anyways, review!