I'm back again. As I said I'm trying really hard to get a new chapter out each week and so far that's been working. Hopefully it continues down that track and you guys are happy with that. I'm really sorry for the cliffhanger last chapter, but this chapter will totally make up for it in so many ways. I had a blast writing certain pieces of this chapter which I'm sure you guys will be able to tell but the last part between Santana and Brittany was a little more difficult. I'm still not sure it's good but I hope you guys enjoy it.

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Part 6

Brittany turned on her heels and walked out the door. She was gone. Her mind was racing. There were so many questions she had. Too many to even properly think about because she didn't understand what she just saw. She knew that Santana loved her yet she just saw her kissing Sam. Why would she do that?

She rushed passed Kitty in a hurry as the short cheerleader said some kind of rude comment. Her mind couldn't stop to think about whatever Kitty had just said when all she wanted to do was be alone. There was only one place she knew she could go because no one would be there and if Santana wanted to talk about what just happened she would know where she'd be.

That place being the Cheerio's locker room.

It was a place the two of them often spent time during their high school years. A place they could both go and have some alone time when they both knew their parents would be home or when they just wanted to be together in secret. Before Finn, oh so kindly outed Santana over a year ago they would go there for some much needed make-out sessions or to maybe share a shower to 'save' water. Granted they still did all of these things after she was outed but they would still hold those memories in their hearts forever.

Brittany walked into the locker room, dropping her backpack on the nearest bench that she came across. She sat down for a second but quite quickly got back up not being able to stay still. She couldn't get the picture of her girlfriend kissing Sam out of her mind. She wanted an explanation. She needed an explanation. There had to be a reasonable reason for what she had seen.

Just as she was lost in thought she heard the door open and shut and when she turned to her left she looked upon her girlfriend looking very worried.

A few minutes ago back in the choir room…

Santana looked back upon Sam with a renewed vengeance. The pain in her hand was forgotten as anger coursed through her veins as though it was blood. She hadn't felt this pissed off since Quinn had taken her chance at being captain by telling Coach Sue about her summer surgery in Junior Year.

"What the hell Santana!?" Sam yelled out as he clutched his face on the ground looking up at Santana.

Santana took a step toward him, "Really, you're pissed at me? You do remember the fact that I'm gay right?" Her eyes were trained on his letting him know just how angry she in fact was. If it were possible for her pupils to show flames, they would. "That doesn't just go away."

"I-"

"Save it," she lifted up her right hand to stop him from speaking. "I don't care what you have to say because you have no idea what you just did there. You just hurt someone I really care about." Her voice echoed throughout the room. She didn't even care who heard her.

Sam looked at her confused. "What are you talking about?"

She shook her head in disbelief, "You don't even deserve to know what I'm talking about after that stunt. I thought you were better than that Sam. Maybe you are as dumb as you have been made out to be this year." He opened his mouth to speak. "Tell anyone that I did that to you and you will be in another world of hurt, understood? Nod so I know you got it."

He nodded too afraid to unleash Santana's inner monster again.

"Good. Now I'm going to go and try and fix the problem you just created while you were thinking about yourself." She grabbed her purse, swung it over her shoulder, turned to leave and walked out the door.

Santana walked out into the hallway, the pain of her hand starting to take affect but not to the full capacity that it should be hurting her. The adrenaline coursing through her veins was keeping the pain at bay for now.

"I just saw Brittany hauling ass down this hallway. You did something to hurt her didn't you?" Kitty stood in front of Santana, arms crossed.

Santana smirked, "Really? You're going to test me now Kitty. You really are a carbon copy of Quinn aren't you?"

"Well I would think-"

"Don't bother, I have no desire to listen to some lame-ass excuse that you want to say to me about how you are your own person or some bullshit! I don't give a rat's ass about who you are! All I know is that you keep hurting someone I care about." The anger she had been feeling toward Sam had re-directed itself onto Kitty. "You don't seem to notice it either."

"I—What are you talking about?" Her guard was coming undone as she stared at the Latina in front of her.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about. Brittany! The little comments you say to her, you may think they are funny but they aren't to her. I know you think you're the new Queen Bee around here now that Quinn and I are gone…" She stepped a little closer Kitty. "But let me let you in on a little secret here, we might be gone but we're still going to be better than you. Just because you prance around controlling other people doesn't mean shit. You know what matters? What really sets us apart from you?"

She shook her head from side to side. "N-No."

"It's that we care about other people. In the beginning, we were hard asses and nothing got past us but as time went by we started to care. Now unlike you, we cared about the members of Glee Club and what was going on with them. We cared about their feelings and right now what you say and do to Brittany is not acceptable. So you better drop this 'I'm better than you attitude' before you really get a taste of my wrath. Understood?" Santana was not playing games anymore. She was done with the nice girl act that she had done for this girl.

Kitty nodded, "Got it." She had never felt so scared of someone in her life. The rumors really were true about her. She thought as Santana walked away from her in a huff.

Moments later Santana found herself in the Cheerio's locker room face to face with Brittany. She placed her purse down next to Brittany's back pack.

"Hey," Santana said not sure how to approach this situation. She knew that what had happened meant nothing and she was fully prepared to explain that but she didn't know what Brittany thought of it. Did she think she cheated?

Brittany fully turned to face the Latina leaning a shoulder against the locker nearest her, "Hi."

She stepped closer, "Britt I—"

Brittany raised a hand to stop her from speaking. Santana stopped dead in her tracks waiting for Brittany to speak.

"Say something please…" Santana begged still standing in her spot a few feet away.

A pink tongue darted out of Brittany's mouth to wet her lips before she spoke, "I'm confused. What was that? I mean, no offense Santana but you're an open book when it comes to how you feel." Santana quirked an eyebrow at that because it's not the first time she was told that. "So how did I not see that coming?"

"I—"

Her feet began to move and she started to pace between the lockers on each side of the bench next to her. "I'm thinking there must be a reason as to why because you wouldn't do that to me would you?" She stopped her rambling to look at Santana.

Santana shook her head from side to side knowing that it was a bad idea to speak now that Brittany was in this state.

"Right," she turned back to pacing back and forth. "I just don't understand what happened. I'm trying to be mean but I'm not like you Santana, I can't be mean. I just can't…"

Santana walked over to Brittany and attempted to hug her now coming to terms with the pain in her hand. "I didn't cheat on you, I would never do that to you. You know that right?" Unlike the last two people, she waited for Brittany to answer instead of demanding it.

Brittany nodded pulling back from the hug. "Then what happened? I thought we were going to wait to tell everyone about us so why would you need to talk to Sam?"

It was Santana's turn to speak, "Okay," She took a deep breath to collect her thoughts before speaking. "I confronted Sam because someone had told me that he was trying to be with you. I couldn't let that happen. I needed to put a stop to it. Don't get me wrong, I trust you. I trust that you would never cheat on me but I don't trust other people. Sam can be a sneaky one so I just wanted to make sure he knew to stay away from you." She could feel tears beginning to burn her eyes wanting to escape but she wouldn't let them.

Now Brittany was even more confused, "If he wanted to be with me, why were you two kissing in the first place?"

"Turns out, he was using you to get to me." Brittany couldn't help but laugh. "I mean he didn't say it in any kind of words, he just kissed me and that's what you saw. The part you missed was me going all Lima Heights on his ass."

"What did you do?" Brittany asked feeling immensely better knowing that this whole thing was a misunderstanding.

"I punched him in the face really hard." She winced when she tried to pull her left hand into a fist but the pain was too much.

Brittany noticed and the look on her face turned to concern, "What's wrong?"

Santana waved Brittany off, "It's nothing."

Then Brittany noticed Santana's limp hand, "Let me see your hand." Santana lifts it up slowly trying not to move her fingers too much because that was when it hurt. "Oh my god," she looked upon her hand and a couple of her fingers were turning colors. She touched a finger gently and Santana winced in pain.

"Ouch, careful Britt," she cried out in pain.

"We need to get you to a hospital right now," Brittany said in a very authoritative tone.

Santana pulled her hand back, "What? No, I'm fine. Besides you have school."

"No, I'm taking you to the hospital! Santana you can barely move your hand without it hurting. I think you broke something. Now come on, I'm not taking no for an answer." Brittany said picking up her back pack and opening it before putting Santana's purse in it so she wouldn't have to carry it.

"Wait Britt," Santana reached out with her right hand. "Are we okay?"

Brittany's face softened as she made her way over to Santana with her backpack on her back, "Yeah, like you said, it was a misunderstanding. Besides, you punched him for me. How could I be angry at you knowing this fact?" She smiled in an attempt to get Santana to smile as well.

Santana couldn't resist as she let her face soften and smile just enough to make Brittany happy. She leaned in and captured pink lips with her own. It was going well until she lifted her left hand and touched Brittany's cheek. "God damn it." She yelped out in pain. "I think you're right, I need to go to the hospital."

With that they made their way out of the school. Once outside, Santana pulled her keys from her pocket with her good hand and made her way to the driver's side.

"What do you think you're doing?" Brittany asked walking over to Santana. "Give me the keys." She stuck out her hand waiting the keys.

Santana scrunched her eyebrows, "I can still drive."

"No you can't. Look at your hand. You could not drive safely with you hand like that so give me the keys." She reached to take the keys from Santana when Santana gave in.

"Fine, take the keys," she placed them into Brittany's awaiting hand. Then she made her way around to the passenger's side and got in.

They were off to the hospital to get Santana's hand checked out.