God Knows Even Angels Fall 16/?
Title: God Knows Even Angels Fall
Pairing: Santana/Brittany
Rating: PG-13 this chapter.
Summary: AU. Finished with her tour, Brittany's back in the States with an obligation to fulfil. She isn't too sure how to go about it, or if she even wants to- Especially once she gets to know Santana.
Warnings: Character death from 1st chapter
Spoilers: Bits and pieces from everywhere, so to be safe, up to current episodes.
Word Count: 5000~
Author's Note;; Aha, I've gotten reviews and messages basically all "asdfg;l;kjhg but I wanted to know what was said by the Gleeks!1!" and frankly... They made me giggle because Part 2A was from Brittany's viewpoint and Part 2B (this one) is from Santana's. Patience, young grasshoppers! I wasn't about to leave you hanging. And aww guys, no Puck hate!
The end is nigh, everyone! I've got 3 more definite chapters (including this one) planned out, then maybe two more to tie up loose ends then we'll be done. Thank you for sticking it through!
Pulling back, Santana seemed to be searching through the blonde's eyes before nodding resolutely to herself. "Brittany," She began seriously, "I-"
When her phone chirped, Santana could have kicked it through a wall, she was that angry.
"Fuck," She muttered, before pushing lightly at Brittany and wiggling off the counter to get at her phone. Ordinarily she would just ignore it, but since everyone she usually hung out with over the summer was in this house, there was a chance that the message was from one of her parents or perhaps a professor from university. When she slid it open and saw that it was from Quinn, though, her scowl only deepened. Fuck Fabray and her abilities to pop up at the most unfortunate moments. However, the girl was her best friend (title pending), and the message reeked of urgency, so she snapped her phone shut and sighed, pulling her clothes back on.
Brittany was fully clothed when Santana turned back around, and the brunette took a moment to appreciate the sight of her girlfriend (girlfriend!) in those suspenders before pressing their lips together lightly. ""Quinn wants to talk to me before we go," She murmured, hands stroking along the back of Brittany's thighs unconsciously, "I'll just go down and be right back, okay? Stay up here. Then we can get food- I'm craving a burger."
The sides of Santana's eyes crinkled a little at that- Sex made her hungry, okay?- and she stood like that for a little while, her cheek pressed against Brittany's, before she pulled away to wash her hands because that was the hygienic thing to do. That, and Kurt would kick up an immense fuss if he ever found out she was in his presence with defiled hands.
She hesitated by the door of the restroom, giving one last wistful glance in Brittany's direction, before her lips quirked in a crooked smile. "Be right back real quick."
Then she fled, cursing Quinn Fabray and her nonexistent sense of timing.
The sight that greeted her when she made it all the way down the stairs would have been amusing if just one particular person hadn't been there. As it was, she couldn't help the cockiness that infused her steps as she sauntered past a woozy Lauren to tap Quinn on the shoulder. The blonde turned, and Santana could pick out relief and resignation in the array of emotions that had flashed across her face.
"San!" Reaching out, Quinn grabbed for Santana's wrist and hauled herself upright before tugging the Latina to the spot she had just occupied. "Mike may have pulled something when Lauren fell on him, Finn's wrist hurts and we think Lauren broke her butt."
Santana could only blink at her for a few seconds before taking in a deep, calming breath. When she spoke, her voice was low and scratchy, a hairsbreadth away from kicking up a tantrum.
"Are you insinuating that you messaged me 'SOS' to get down here and play doctor?" She growled slowly, hands curling into fists. "And not the sexy kind of doctor- The kind where I have to put my hands on that?" Gesturing wildly towards Lauren, it took Santana a great deal of effort to not scream. "I was about to tell Brittany something important!"
Squeezing her eyes tight and willing her anger to dissipate, Santana sighed. "You could have gone to the goddamn hospital, Fabray." She muttered, even as she tossed her handbag onto a table and stared down at Mike Chang.
Man, the things she did for friends should win her the fucking Nobel Peace Prize.
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Mike was an ideal patient. He cooperated fully and made no inappropriate comments or girly shrieks when Santana poked at his shoulder blades just that little bit too hard. Mike was perfect. It was just his girlfriend that was driving Santana up a freaking wall.
"Stop that!" She barked, reaching out with one hand to swipe at the blonde. "You're annoying."
"Your face is annoying," Quinn shot back half heartedly, her hands alternating between clasping together and clinging tight to Mike's as she asked inane question after inane question. The Asian boy grinned lopsidedly at Santana when he caught her rolling her eyes, and Santana managed to smile back at him. He put up with Quinn's fussing and fretting, threading their fingers together and when Santana declared him fine, stood up to sweep a still worried Quinn into a massive hug.
"Doctor Lopez says I'm fine," Santana heard him mumble into Quinn's blonde hair, "Don't worry." Hiking one arm under Quinn's behind so that he could keep her lifted off the ground properly, Mike then turned to Santana and gave her a thumbs up. "Thanks, Santana."
Santana waved it off with an airy flip of her hand. "No worries, Chang. Get your weepy woman under control, that's all I ask." Mike laughed and proceeded to do as she demanded. He was a good guy- Had always been a good guy, and was making out to seem as though he would always be a good guy. In short, someone she approved of for her somewhat high strung best friend.
Because Santana wanted to stay away from Lauren as long as possibly, she turned to Finn next. The freakishly tall man was seated on a chair with Mercedes, Kurt and Rachel around him, the last of whom was beckoning rather urgently at Santana, first aid kit in hand. Santana rolled her eyes.
"Santana! There's something wrong with his wrist; Finn's complaining that it hurts and it seems to be tender and a bit swollen and-" Oh geez, Rachel was even worse of a mother hen than Quinn.
Frowning slightly, Santana looked over Finn's wrist and gently ran a finger along it before gripping on to his hand and pulling really lightly. Finn yelped, voice going obnoxiously high, "Ow, motherff-!"
"He needs to get an x-ray for that," Santana murmured. "He may have fractured his wrist." When Rachel made to protest, Santana shook her head. "I don't want to make anything worse than it already is."
That Rachel could understand, and when she nodded, Santana turned away, looking in Lauren's direction with an expression of outright distaste on her face.
"If she broke her ass, you should totes bring her to the hospital." Santana shrugged when everyone stared at her, some fighting to hide a smile, others with mouths wide open at her lack of tact. Or perhaps how she was obviously not trying to hide her disdain. "Just sayin'. I ain't touching that shit with a ten foot pole."
"And you'd know all about those, wouldn't you Lopez?" Lauren shot back.
Picking her purse back up, Santana checked to make sure all her things were in there before she made for the stairs. "Bring her to the doctor or call an ambulance, whatever. But you best tell them that they'd need a crane and a truck cuz you've gots a baby whale on your hands."
"Santana." Sam's voice, full of reproach, caused the girl to stop and turn around with a sigh to look at the boy she had once dated, sitting on the floor next to Finn. "Come on."
"If you move, I'm decking your nose," Santana muttered in warning as she plodded over, before glaring at Sam. "Then I'm going to kick you between the legs. This better not take long, I'm supposed to head out with Britt. Fucking cockblocks, all of you."
"Santana," Sam began again, tone soft. "Are you completely sure of what you're doing?"
Wow, was that question as vague as questions could be. "I'm studying my ass off for like a freaking decade to be a doctor, so yes, I do hope I know what I'm doing." Santana replied, scathing yet dry. If she hadn't known Sam for as long as she did, and known how he verbally functioned, she would have taken great insult at that. Even so, she couldn't help but feel the prickling of resentment. Way to undermine her schooling, Sam.
He dropped his head onto his knees and pinched the bridge of his nose as though he didn't like what he was about to say and it instantly made Santana wary.
"No, I meant..." He hesitated, which only caused the girl to stiffen further, "I meant with Brittany."
"Why wouldn't I?" Santana snapped defensively in reflex, folding her arms across her chest.
"How well do you know her, Santana?" Kurt and wandered closer by this point- Everyone had, actually. What was it about these people that made them so fucking nosy?
"She's like, the only one in her whole squad who didn't die," Finn chimed in, eyes wide, "Like, the only one. That's really lucky."
"Or really suspicious, depending on how you look at it," Lauren muttered, "Makes you wonder if she was actually there in the first place."
"Or smart," Santana snapped. "First you say Brittany is to blame for Puck being dead. Now you question whether she was actually there. Make up your fucking mind. So she survived the war- Who the hell are you to begrudge her her life?"
Lauren's lip curled as she shakily heaved herself upright, back against the wall. "A friend of one of the fallen. You're a defector and a traitor, Santana Lopez. You've no right to claim Puck as a friend since you've clearly chosen Brittany over him."
...this chick was crazy, and she wasn't even making a smidgen of sense. Santana felt that it was her duty to inform her, and everyone else gathered, of that fact.
"Bitch, you be trippin'. You're making out to be even more insane than usual." Disgusted, she backed away. "Screw this. Screw you all. I'm gone."
"Puck is dead, Lopez!" Lauren bellowed at her retreating back and once more, Santana froze at the foot of the stairs, her calm being seriously tested. As much as she wanted to screech and have Brittany fly down to her rescue and dump Lauren on her head because that would be fucking hot, watching her girlfriend in action (with the bonus of watching all that blubbery ego go down), she had been dealing with her own demons for the longest time.
Seriously. Lauren Zizes had been a Twilight fanatic. With full on fangs (on the wrong fucking teeth, can she just point out) and glitter. One of those omigod Edward you're fucking hot I love your insipid treasure trail can I have your babies I'd totally off Bella so I can has you sort of fanatic. At least Tina had been a proper vampire (like, Anne Rice kind of vampire, thank you very much) fan.
"I don't know where you've been living all this time, Shit-For-Brains," Santana didn't bother turning around, "But I know that." Her hand curled in on itself against the wall, then she spun back to face everyone. "We all know that. I don't even know why you're here today, since you were just about fucking useless in Glee and you're seriously ruining what's supposed to be a day of me merrily introducing my girlfriend to my friends and if I'd known you were going to be here I would have put in more effort to find a bazooka so that the world could be a happier place for everyone."
Her voice hadn't risen to anything above a pleasant murmur, and a fair few of her friends looked taken aback. Lauren just seemed to be gearing up to retort (in a chargin' up mai laz0rz kind of way) and suddenly, Santana felt weary. If she was going to have to talk to all these fools about something that shouldn't even concern them, she was going to do it on her terms.
Rubbing the back of one hand against her eyes tiredly, Santana held up the other in a shut the fuck up and let me speak motion. "I give you all two minutes to say whatever you want about Brittany and me, then I'm gone." When no one made to speak, she glared. "Hurry up; bunch of pansy assed whiners."
That was a weak insult, but it was the best her metaphorical pounding head could come up with.
It took the Gleeks a few seconds to realize that she wasn't just gone before they exploded, talking over each other in order to be heard. Santana half expected them to climb over each other's heads. So High School all over again.
"It's her fault he's dead!" Lauren, who the hell else? Fucking walking contradiction.
"She likes ducks, Santana! Ducks!" This, surprisingly, from Mercedes. It wasn't malicious or mocking, as far as Santana could tell. It was just... Curious. Perhaps a little amused. "You don't do ducks, girl. What happened to you?"
"How did you two meet?" Kurt asked in accompaniment. She was surprised, really, that he wasn't sprouting anything critical. But then again, he had always been somewhat of a romantic. Or a gossip; whichever you preferred.
"If it weren't for her Noah would be alive!" Artie, it seemed, had jumped onto the Lauren train, and that visual made her cringe.
"Artie!" Tina smacked the back of his head and he stared up at her, a kicked puppy look on his face. Santana had never liked those bambi eyes- Whenever little animals gave her that look, she wanted to shove them away. Far, far away. Whenever people gave that face, she wanted to shove them into blenders.
"I like Brittany," Mike gave a crooked smile, which Santana returned. Mike really was a good guy. Finn nodded along, but his words were drowned out by a voice pitched much lower and louder than his.
"Fucking up everything for a summer's worth of rolling in the hay?" Lauren again. Why, God, why. She sounded like a bull, no joke.
Sam rolled his eyes in Lauren's direction, running one hand through mussed blonde hair.
"Summer doesn't last forever." The last one, surprisingly, was from Quinn, said after everyone had stopped talking. She had uttered it quietly, but in the sudden silence her voice rang out clearly.
When Lauren made to speak again, Santana held up her hand palm out, before twisting it into a middle fingered salute. The bulging of the other woman's eyes had Santana's lips curving into a smile that held no humour whatsoever.
"Quinn's right. You've got perhaps a month left before you return to San Francisco, Santana." For Rachel, she was oddly subdued and soft spoken. "What are you going to do then?" When the Latina raised one eyebrow, surprised that she wasn't echoing what Lauren was pounding on, Rachel lifted her shoulders in a shrug.
"I am a romantic, quite obviously," She told her dryly, "I saw you interact with Brittany. Oddly, you two seem to work, somehow. Though I admit that I am wary of her...circumstance, I approve."
Santana blew out a breath. "Okay. Okay." Pointing at Lauren when the woman twitched, she spat, "No. You don't get to talk. It's my turn." A little childish, perhaps, but she was just so tired of her goddamn honking. "You don't get to talk to me about Puck- Actually, you don't get to talk to me at all. So make up your goddamn mind on what you think Brittany's crimes are, then keep it the fuck to yourself. Sharing isn't caring and if you speak again, I will personally find a hammer for your teeth and a way to drop an anvil on your head even though that's not how we do it in Lima Heights!" The last came out as a mocking snarl, before she cracked her neck from side to side, preparing herself to take on the rest of the gleeks.
"She doesn't just like ducks- Brittany likes every little fuzzy animal. You decided to ask her about her eating habits and she said she tries not to eat birds because they're cute; especially ducklings. And what's wrong with ducks? Have you seen those little fuckers? They're adorable. Maybe I could like ducks with the right person, ever thought of that?" She snipped at Mercedes, but her tone was considerably less hostile than it had been just moments before.
"Long story, Kurt. I'll tell you it sometime, when the pregnant mammoth isn't present to give her highly irrelevant and unwanted opinion.
"Artie, what I said before to Ursula applies to you. Shut up and get lost. Don't even lie- You wanted in those fitted pants but, sad for you, them gorgeous legs have been around my waist. If I were Tina I would have taken six inch heels to your crown jewels instead but hey." She gave said girl a wry smile which she returned widely. There was no love lost between the ex-couple and Santana thought Tina smart for just cutting her losses.
"Before you freaking texted me to come down here and play doctor," She finally addressed Quinn and, to an extent, Rachel, "I was just about to talk to her about that. Thanks ever so much for interrupting, by the way. Speaking of, I've been here for half an hour tending to all you morons and that's half an hour too long.
"I'm going to go now and continue my conversation with my super hot girlfriend. For the record? Who I date isn't any of your business. Remove your big noses before I punch them. Later, losers."
It was a good place to leave off, Santana smirked a little to herself, except that Brittany wasn't anywhere. That smug feeling disappeared as she searched all around Rachel Berry's house, only to come up empty handed. To top that all off, Quinn was waiting by the door when she emerged from a bedroom, utterly frustrated.
In answer to Santana's questioning look of exasperation, Quinn gave a small, tense smile. "I haven't seen you in ages," Was her simple answer, "And I want to get to know your new beau."
"Okay first off, who even says beau anymore?" Santana's grin was contagious, as proved by Quinn's muffled laugh. Then she sobered. "I seem to have lost her."
Quinn was rightly confused. "You what?"
"Misplaced her or something, I don't know!" Santana replied, frustration back in full force. "She was supposed to wait for me here and we were going to get a burger-" Quinn's nose wrinkled because she knew what that meant, "- but now she's gone and I don't know where she went to why would she leave?"
She was startled when Quinn's fingers closed around her arm and she was towed out of the house. "Inhale, Lopez." The blonde's voice tickled her ear, and Santana obeyed, taking in a large lungful of air. "And exhale before you die."
"Fuck you," Santana muttered, but did as she said.
"Text her and ask where she is."
...well that was a capital idea. Santana could have introduced her palm to her face for not thinking of it herself.
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"She's not answering."
Quinn's grip on the steering wheel tightened. "I gathered that."
Santana was nothing if not persistent and single minded. "Why would she not answer any of my calls or texts?"
"About that, you should probably cease and desist or a bit. All that smothering might scare her off." She flinched and pressed herself to her door when Santana's fist slugged her hard in the shoulder. "Ow! What was that for?"
"Har fucking har," Santana deadpanned, "You're not funny at all."
"Who said I was trying to be funny?" Quinn retorted, rubbing the spot Santana had punched. "Abusive bitch," She grumbled.
"Shut up, Tubbers."
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"Britt? Where are you? ...god, if you don't know how to check your voicemails I am going to feel so fucking stupid. Just, answer your phone or reply my texts, okay? Please?"
Snapping her phone shut, Santana slumped in her seat and sighed, rubbing at her eyes. Quinn eyed her from the driver's side of the car, fingers tapping out a beat on the wheel. She'd driven them down the lane and parked out on the side of the road, the both of them waiting for Brittany to return any of Santana's (many) texts, calls or voicemails.
"...she's made you pathetic, you know that?" When Santana glared, raising her fist again, Quinn held up both hands defensively. "I'm just saying. This girl totally made you soft. It isn't a bad thing."
"Yeah well," Santana muttered, lowering her hand, "She's awesome and I really like her."
"I gathered that too, since some bitch practically ignored me for a whole month to gallivant off with a girl." Ignoring the fact that Santana might cause her great bodily harm, Quinn reached over and smacked the brunette upside the head.
"Fucking ow, what the fuck?"
"That's for ignoring me the whole summer," Quinn answered primly, leaning back and folding her hands on her lap.
"Well, sorry that my life doesn't revolve around you, your Highness," Santana replied a little petulantly, though she could admit that she felt a little guilty about that.
"Yeah, yeah. You find someone new and drop all your old friends just like that, Lopez?" Quinn's voice was light, but Santana could guess that there was underlying hurt in there somewhere. When she tried to open her mouth to apologize, the blonde waved it off. "Whatever, save it. So, where would this girl of yours go? Can't be far; this is Lima."
Santana reached over and squeezed Quinn's bicep anyway, staying silent for a few seconds. Quinn put her hand on top of Santana's, running her thumb over tanned knuckles, before removing Santana's hand and dropping it back into her lap. Santana grinned. "I don't know. We could check my place first- Then Destiny Inn. Britt has a room there."
"Sure, make me the designated chauffer," Quinn huffed, starting the engine. "Of all times to go green and walk places." A pause. "How're you going back to San Fran? Plane again?"
Santana was quiet for a while before she answered. "I was thinking of driving. It's a pain in my ass, not having a car around." She swallowed, and her voice lowered. "Thought of asking Britt to join me. It could be fun." She sensed, rather than saw, Quinn giving her a sideways glance, but the other woman made no comment. For which she was grateful.
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"I admire what she did. She and Puck," Quinn suddenly said.
"Huh?" Pausing mid-text, Santana squinted at her friend, catching hazel eyes rolling.
"Going to war," She clarified, fiddling with her fingers. "It was brave."
"Britt thinks it was a stupid idea." Sending the message, Santana dropped her phone on the dashboard with a sigh.
"You two... You two talk about it, then?" Santana glanced over at Quinn, brows furrowing at the sound of her all...hoarse and strangled.
"Not really," She began slowly, "I mean, yeah, once in a while she's all zen and doesn't mind talking. She doesn't talk about Noah, though. Not a lot. Britt sometimes gets like, these really violent dreams when she's sleeping. It's a little scary. Sometimes, like when I just get out of the shower or something, I hear her talking to herself.
"It's worrying, but I want to, I dunno, let her go by her own pace. I figure it's all the trauma from the war, you know? I don't want to push her but sometimes I just get so curious and I ask and she gives me these looks, like she's scared of me or something. I don't like that," She admitted, "So I thought if I stopped asking, she'd start telling me."
"And does she? Tell you more when you don't ask, I mean." Quinn was hesitant, unsure.
"Well, yeah. But there's still so much I can sense that she's not telling me, and it gets frustrating. But I really like this girl. Like, really. But it's only been a month, so I don't know."
Quinn patted her shoulder. "Like you said, it's only been a month. You'll figure it out."
Staring moodily at her silent phone, Santana shrugged. "I hope so."
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"Where else could she be?"
Santana was frustrated, and it was beginning to take its effect on Quinn. "I don't know!"
"She's your girl, Santana! Think!"
Chewing on her lip, Santana scrunched her eyes shut and leaned against the car. Brittany wasn't at the inn or at Santana's house, nor was she at the playground or the numerous parks. There was an off chance that she was in a place Santana would overlook, like a grocery store, but the last big-ish place that Brittany could be at that Santana could think of was the cemetery. And Quinn was not going to like that. At all.
"Puck's grave." Miserable, Santana kicked the sole of her shoes against the ground. "I'm sorry, Q. If you don't wanna go I can walk there and text you later."
Quinn's answer took a while in coming, but when it did, it was clipped and noticeably strained. "Don't be stupid. Get in."
"Are y-"
"Get in."
And when Quinn channelled her old hormonal, pregnant self, Santana knew better than to weakly argue. Besides, driving would be so much faster than her jogging and this way, she didn't turn up all sweaty and smelly and all around unglamorous.
Though Quinn was a bitch and left the air conditioning off, rolling down her windows instead. Santana felt sticky and gross, and not in a good way either. But letting Quinn drive was a more efficient way getting to places, so she didn't complain. Much.
It just proved her point when Quinn parked barely five minutes later and to her relief, even from all the way over here, she could see someone with gold hair sitting where Noah Puckerman's grave was.
Santana was out the door and five steps in before she realized that Quinn wasn't right behind her. Turning, she saw that Quinn was still in the car, staring ahead while gripping on to her steering wheel. Torn, she briefly weighed the pros and cons of leaving Quinn there to go to Brittany, but immediately chastised herself. Quinn was her best friend, for goodness sake. And Brittany was...
...also important. Fuck.
But Quinn had been in her life for longer, so Santana slid back into the passenger's seat and took Quinn's hands in her own, barely wincing when the blonde's nails dug into her palms.
"I haven't been here since the funeral," Quinn mumbled, hazel eyes unseeing. It was awkward because of the centre console and the whole being in a small car thing but Santana managed to wrap her arms around Quinn's shoulders and haul her closer in what she hoped was a comforting gesture. She hadn't had much practice with cuddling Quinn ever since high school started.
Silence stretched before Quinn heaved a sigh, twisting her body to look in Santana's direction as she cupped the tanned girl's worried face in one hand in an affectionate gesture. "Let's go get your girl, huh?"
And before Santana could protest, Quinn was out of the car in a flurry of limbs, the door closing and leaving Santana sitting there, dumbly staring at the spot her friend just vacated. Her door was yanked open and she was hauled out without ceremony, Quinn not even looking in her direction. That girl could be so scary sometimes.
"Is that her? Sitting there." Quinn began walking, practically dragging Santana after her. "Kinda surprised that you didn't just take off in a cheesy soul mate slow motion run kind of way," She continued in terse amusement, "Glad to know where I rank."
Santana found herself crashing to a stop as Quinn faced her, death grip on her arm loosening. "Thank you, Santana." She awkwardly caressed Santana's bewildered face between her palms and pressed a light kiss to her cheek. "For so many things." Then she pushed Santana ahead of her with a gruff, "Go get your girl."
Needless to say, Santana was completely confused. She and Quinn had never exactly been all huggy around each other- Not even before high school. They had always been more of 'you displease me, I'm punching your face in' kind of friends and honestly, Santana didn't know how to deal with this kind of physical affection from Quinn. Her brain had flashing neon signs screaming for her to Shut. Down. Everything., but Brittany was there and this was going to sound so clingy and pathetic since only an hour had passed, but she really missed Brittany okay?
Being all worried hadn't helped matters either.
What if that wasn't Brittany? She was going to be such an idiot if that blonde turned out to be one of Puck's lays, or something. Or if she wasn't even there to see Puck, but some other person.
"Brittany?" She called out, shoulders sagging slightly in relief when the woman stood and looked over.
"Britt?" She ran the last few steps and barrelled into Brittany, hugging her tight. "You okay? I thought we were going to go for food after?" Strong shoulders lifted and dropped in a shrug, and she pulled back to stare into the tall blonde's face. Blue eyes were focused on Quinn, which in itself was odd. Then they glazed over slightly, which was worrying.
Her own gaze went between Quinn- who looked like she was struggling not to cry- and Brittany. On one hand, she didn't want to let go of her girlfriend. On the other, her best friend looked to be about to spontaneously combust from the effort of not crying. Hullo rock, meet hard place.
"I'm sorry. We can talk later?" Brittany murmured, kissing Santana and tightening her hold on the shorter girl. Santana was almost thankful that Brittany made the decision of who to comfort for her, so she nodded, rearing back and kissing her as hard as she could before breaking away to wrap her arms around Quinn.
"Come on, Q," Santana stroked her hand along Quinn's back, curbing her tongue so she didn't say anything stupid like 'Aw, c'mon. All this for a boy?'. She didn't have much of a leg to stand on, since she herself had been unabashedly sobbing over the same boy. If Quinn hadn't even come to the cemetery even once, it was no wonder she was a trainwreck.
And that guilt was back, asking her where the hell she was when Quinn so obviously needed her.