I'm back again for another chapter! Thank you to everyone who left a review last time. Please keep them coming if you're still enjoying reading. This chapter is full of drama! Hope you enjoy.
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Quinn sat against the headboard of her bed with her laptop perched in front of her. It was getting late now, and she'd already said goodnight to her parents. A single lamp on her beside table dimly lit her bedroom as she continued to scroll through what felt like hundreds of names. She had been searching for nearly an hour now. Who knew Brittany Pierce was such a common name?
When she had arrived home from school, Quinn had been in a pretty foul mood. Her encounter with Santana had been incredible, as always, but then the brunette had gone and ruined it and left her. Again. She had a feeling she knew where the other girl was going but until she had any concrete proof, she was in denial. Thoughts had been swirling around in her head right into the evening and she didn't know how to stop them. That was when she had turned on her laptop and started her research.
She was just about to give up and go to bed when she caught a glimpse of blonde hair and blue eyes staring back at her on the screen. There she was. Brittany S. Pierce.
Quinn clicked on the name and held her breath, praying inwardly that she hadn't been clever enough to set up any privacy settings. A triumphant smile took over her face as Brittany's profile loaded in front of her in full. Bingo. Quinn's eyes flickered over the information, taking in as much of it as she could.
Brittany S. Pierce. 18 years old. Born in Scottsdale, Arizona. Recently moved to Lima, Ohio.
Quinn opened her photo reel and began to trail through various pictures of Brittany with old friends, of her dancing, and then a few more recent ones that had been taken in Lima. She frowned. What did she have that Quinn didn't? What was so special about her? Why was Santana so drawn to the other blonde? Quinn couldn't deny that she was rather stunning, in a typical girl-next-door kind of way. Did Santana find her more attractive? Was that it? Quinn could feel herself starting to doubt her own beauty and quickly came out of Brittany's photos before any more of those thoughts took over.
Next, she scrolled down to read Brittany's news feed. She laughed, sifting through a few pictures of an enormous tabby cat dressed in various outfits before stopping on a recent photo that had been uploaded. A red rug with what looked like a picnic set up on it. Her brow furrowed as she considered the picture. Nothing unusual about that. Then her chest started to get that horrible tight feeling inside as she spotted something.
If she hadn't spent so much time studying the photo, she would have missed it. The concrete proof that she was hoping not to find. In the bottom corner of the rug, she noticed a tanned hand wearing a very familiar silver bracelet. Santana's hand.
Quinn let out a growl and slammed her laptop shut, practically throwing it aside in anger.
"So, that's how she wants to play this?" She muttered to herself.
Only hours ago, Santana had fucked her and then left to go and have a fucking picnic with fucking Brittany. How fucking precious. Rage bubbled up inside her and she instantly went into plotting mode. She'd show her not to mess with Quinn.
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Santana had decided to walk to school that morning. It was a warm day with a gentle breeze. She had really enjoyed her 'date' with Brittany yesterday evening. She was still unsure whether to call it a date or not though. She knew Brittany wanted it to be one, but she was still having an internal battle with herself. She really liked Brittany and she loved spending time with her. She was beautiful, funny, a good listener and she was so incredibly sweet. She had also experienced small glances of a more confident, sexy blonde too which deep down she yearned to see more of. But then there was Quinn.
She let out a small sigh as she thought of the hazel-eyed Head Cheerio. She didn't know what the hell was going on with them anymore. What had started off as technically blackmail had grown into some quite intense physical encounters between the two of them. They had kissed yesterday, and Santana had never kissed another girl before that. It had felt incredible, she wasn't going to lie to herself. But had they now become something more because of it? Quinn had been the one to initiate the kiss and Santana thought that perhaps that meant something. The Head Cheerio had also looked pretty pissed when she'd explained that she had to go afterwards because she had plans. The blonde had tried to hide how she was feeling, but Santana knew her too well for that.
What made this even more confusing is that on the same day, Brittany had kissed her properly for the first time too. It had only been a sweet peck on the lips, but it still counted in Santana's mind.
A buzz from her bra interrupted her thoughts and she pulled her phone out to read the message.
1 New Message – Quinn
Santana swallowed nervously as the name flashed up on her screen before tapping to open the message.
Q: Meet me at your locker at 8:30. Got a surprise for you.
The brunette's brow furrowed in confusion. A surprise? She had assumed that the blonde was probably going to give her the cold shoulder today. She wasn't expecting to hear from her for at least a day. She tapped out a response.
S: See you then.
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Santana pushed the main doors open and took her usual path towards her locker. Once she got there, she frowned as a sea of people gathered around the general area of where she needed to be.
"What the hell?" she muttered under her breath, trying to push through the crowd. "Get out of my way assholes!" she demanded as she fought her way to the front.
She swore her heart stopped when she got there.
There was her locker. In the middle of the crowd. Her defaced locker.
Her breathing came out in quick pants as she scanned around at laughing and sniggering faces until they settled on a very familiar pair of hazel eyes. She asked the obvious question with her own dark eyes and only received a frosty glare back in response. Her eyes moved back to her locker and to the large word sprayed across it.
DYKE.
Santana gasped for breath and brought a hand up to her mouth in distress. Her chest felt tight. Her heart pounded rapidly, and she suddenly felt very light-headed. She did the only thing she could think of doing in this horrible situation. Run.
She turned away from the crowded hallway and ran in the opposite direction. She ran through the corridors, through the main doors and through the school gate until she couldn't run any further. She slumped down with her back against a tree, her knees curled up to her chest and sobbed into her hands at the utter humiliation she had just experienced.
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Brittany had agreed with Santana the previous day that they would walk to Spanish together. They said that they would meet between their lockers as they were so close in proximity. Brittany stopped in her tracks as she turned the last corner. She zoned in on Santana's locker and her eyes settled on the awful, awful word scrawled across it. There were so many people milling around. It looked as though they were starting to disperse but she could overhear snippets of conversation as they moved away.
Brittany didn't get angry very easily, but she felt her blood start to boil. Who would have done such a cruel thing? Just as the question floated around in her head, her blue eyes flicked up and met a set of hazel. They were cruel eyes and Brittany instantly had her answer. She kept eye contact with the Head Cheerio, not wanting to back down, and simply shook her head slowly in disappointment.
Quinn held her own and didn't look away from the taller blonde, even as she came closer and closed the distance between them. Most of the others had now left the scene and she stood beside Santana's defaced locker with only a few Cheerios behind her as back up.
Brittany stood tall and looked down at the shorter blonde with a hard stare.
"I can't believe you."
Quinn scoffed. "Oh please. She's had this coming ever since she got involved with you."
Brittany laughed bitterly and shook her head again. "Nobody deserves this." Her blue eyes were darker now and they flicked once more to the nasty word. "Nobody deserves to be called that."
Quinn shrugged. "It's what she is. I'm just telling the truth." She crossed her arms defensively, trying desperately to keep her cool in front of her two sidekicks.
Brittany's eyes narrowed at this, and she leant in closer, talking directly into Quinn's ear. The shorter blonde tensed at how close the other girl was but let her speak.
"If what you said to Santana the other night was true, then it would seem you're being quite the hypocrite Quinn." Brittany spoke quietly.
Quinn stiffened at this. She knew the taller girl was right, she had been sleeping with Santana after all. But she just wanted to teach the brunette a lesson.
Brittany moved away and looked down at the hazel-eyed blonde in pity.
"She'll never forgive you for this." She whispered and then turned to walk away.
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Brittany left through the school gate and started walking in the direction of Santana's house. She knew the brunette would have been shattered at finding her locker like that and that she probably would have tried to go home rather than stay at school. The blonde took out her phone and called Santana. She held the phone to her ear and let it ring a few times before the brunette picked up. Nothing was said but Brittany could hear Santana breathing heavily.
"Santana? Honey, where are you?" she asked gently.
She listened carefully as Santana sniffled and sobbed down the phone, explaining where she was. Her heart broke for the brunette to hear her so distraught.
"I'm coming for you. Stay where you are." Brittany explained and then hung up, picking up a light jog to try and get to Santana quicker.
She was exactly where she said she'd be, and Brittany reached out a hand tentatively to help pull the shorter girl up. She wrapped her up into her arms in a warm embrace and held her tightly, stroking her hair affectionately as Santana sobbed into her shoulder.
"Let me take you home." Brittany whispered and took Santana's small nod as an agreement.
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Once they arrived at the Lopez household and Santana had quietly informed Brittany that her parents were at work, they went up to Santana's room. Brittany closed the door behind them softly and turned to look at the sad girl in front of her.
"I'd ask if you're okay but that would be a stupid question." Brittany explained gently.
Santana smiled sadly and shook her head.
"There's no such thing as a stupid question Britt." Santana whispered back.
Brittany stood with her arms open, and Santana walked straight into them, sighing as the blonde wrapped her up in a hug once more. She felt safe in the taller girl's embrace.
"I'm so mad at her." Brittany spoke into Santana's hair, kissing her forehead tenderly.
"I just don't understand wh-why she did it." Santana stuttered a little. "Sh-she promised. We made a deal and she promised she wouldn't tell anyone." She choked on her words.
Brittany wasn't sure what to say to make this all better. She didn't think anything would ever make it all better, but she wanted to try for Santana's sake.
"How about we lie down?" Brittany suggested. "I just-I just want to hold you and make you feel safe." She explained, her cheeks reddening slightly.
Santana looked up at the blonde with soft, dark eyes and smiled.
"I'd like that." She whispered, letting Brittany lead them over to her bed.
The two girls lay down together underneath the covers and Santana turned over onto her side, curling her body slightly. Brittany took the hint and turned over too, so she was facing the brunette's back. She shuffled up close against Santana's body and curled into her, spooning her from behind. She rested her hand gently across her stomach and felt the shorter girl relaxing against her. She leant in and gently kissed Santana's shoulder, nuzzling her ear.
"I won't let her hurt you ever again." She promised.