Science of Fear, Whatever Happened to Fairytale Endings? - Part Two of Two

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Title: Science of Fear, Whatever Happened to Fairytale Endings? (7/15)
Pairing: Brittany/Santana, Brittany/OC
Rating: T (for now)
Disclaimer: I do not own anything Glee or song related, just Dylan.
Spoilers: Through s02e11
Summary: Fear. It forces you to do things you regret. And that's just what happens to Santana, causing her to run away from the one person she loves the most. Can one stranger help her defeat those fears or will she just lose Brittany to her for good?


Her room was cold but she didn’t even care. She let out a deep sigh from where she lay on her bed, hands tucked neatly behind her head as she stared at the ceiling. She had been that way ever since she had gotten home, her bags thrown haphazardly in the corner next to her desk, forgotten. There was only one thing on her mind: her.

The look she had given her from over Dylan’s shoulder as she watched the two girls kissing had sent shivers down her spine. The blue eyes that had met hers were filled with a burning lust and Santana had felt her cheeks turn a shade of bright red under the seductive glare. What was the girl getting at? It wasn’t fair. First Artie, then Dylan and now she wanted to her to watch Disney movies with her and her girlfriend? All while staring at her like that.

Once they had been caught staring at each other, Santana had tried her best to hide her intensely blushing face but couldn’t help but look up again as Brittany whispered into Dylan’s ear. She met the blonde’s eyes once more before she watched her best friend kiss another girl with a ferocity that had once been theirs. She had run then, not even bothering to see if there was anything left for rehearsal, and she had come home. She was now in the same spot she had found herself in hours before, searching her ceiling for answers.

She hadn’t even realized it had grown dark until she heard her phone vibrate from where it was concealed in her deserted bag across the room. She groaned and brought an arm around to cover her face, not having the strength or will to get up; whoever it was could wait. A few more minutes passed before she heard her phone go off again. She groaned again but this time curiosity got the best of her. She couldn’t even remember the last time she had gotten two texts in a row within a 5 minute period. She had actually considered just turning off her phone and leaving it at home when she went to school because she barely used it anymore.

So she got up and dragged her self over to her bag near her desk, adjusting her Cheerios top on her way, wishing she had at least had the strength to change out of it earlier. She dug out her phone and turned back towards her bed as she flipped it open. She had barely taken two steps before she froze in place, heart racing rapidly. She looked down at her phone and willed herself to start breathing as she saw the name that flashed across the screen: Brittany <3.

Santana closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Why was Brittany texting her? She was certain the blonde was with Dylan. Santana knew the look Brittany had given her like the back of her hand. Surely Brittany had conveyed that to her girlfriend and dragged her back to her house. She found the will to walk again and made her way back towards her bed, sitting cross-legged in the middle, still looking down at the device in her hands.

She was hesitant to open the messages, not wanting to be hurt more than she already was. Not being on the receiving end of Brittany’s affection was torture enough. Santana was struggling to keep her cool together just being around Brittany and Dylan, but having Brittany flaunt her and then text her was just cruel. But she was trying to be supportive of her best friend and if Brittany needed her, she wouldn’t hesitate to come running. With the sudden fear that her blonde might be hurt, physically or emotionally, Santana quickly opened her inbox and scrolled through the messages.

Santana’s eyebrows furrowed together as she looked down at her phone. ‘Are you busy?’ was the first message she had gotten from the blonde. It was simple enough and Santana wondered why Brittany would even bother asking something like that. It had never mattered whether or not Santana had been busy before, she never hesitated to come at Brittany’s beckoning.

Curious to see what else the blonde had said, she scrolled down to the next message. Santana sucked in a breath when she saw what Brittany had sent her, ‘Come over.’ While her first text had been shy and hesitant, Santana could almost hear the persistence in Brittany’s voice if she had said it directly to Santana. This text wasn’t a question, it was a command. Anger started boiling in the pit of her stomach and Santana opened up a new message to send a reply to the blonde.

“Why?”

Her phone buzzed almost immediately after hitting send. ‘I want to see you.’

Frustrated, Santana typed out the same reply as before, “Why?”

‘Please?’ Santana let out a whimper. This wasn’t fair. How was she supposed to work through her feelings for the blonde as well as not chop Dylan up into little pieces and hide the body parts if Brittany was talking to her like this? She threw herself backwards on her bed, pulling a pillow over her head as she let out a muffled scream. She didn’t reply to the text. She didn’t have the strength to.

But a few minutes later, she felt her phone buzzing from where it had dropped out of her hand. Removing the pillow from her face, Santana grabbed her phone and brought it up so she could read the new message. Squinting against the bright back light she read out Brittany’s newest text, ‘I need help with Spanish.’

Santana had to resist the urge to throw her phone across the room and smash it into a million smaller pieces. Now Brittany was just manipulating the situation. The blonde knew Santana would gladly help her with the language any day. Except now she had Dylan, and seemed to be going to her for help, so she typed out her new reply. “Don’t you have Frosty to help you with that?” It was harsh, she knew it, but her anger was starting to get the best of her.

‘I want you to help me.’

Santana blinked at the message. She had too many options in her head at the moment. She knew it was probably best if she just stayed away, save her the pain of being so close, yet so far away from the girl she was in love with. But Brittany was asking her for help, and she wanted to be there for her friend, in whatever way she could. So taking a deep breath, she typed out her next message, “I’ll be right there.”

She stood up off the bed and immediately felt weak on her knees. She took a moment to steady herself before walking over to her dresser. She needed to get changed out of her confining, polyester Cheerios uniform. She already felt trapped enough with the situation, she would be damned if she had to sit next to Brittany for the next few hours in the red and white uniform. She opted instead for an old pair of battered, grey sweats and Cheerios t-shirt. She grabbed her jacket and keys before running out the door, not even bothering to check her reflection in the mirror. There was no one to impress tonight, and frankly, she didn’t have the strength to care.

It took Santana barely 5 minutes to drive the distance to Brittany’s house but she soon found herself parked in the familiar driveway. She paused to compose herself before she got out of her car and made her way slowly up towards the red door. But as she lifted her hand to ring the bell, the door opened and she was left standing face to face with a tall, beautiful blonde.

“Hey,” the girl in front of her said quietly.

Santana felt herself grow hot as she stood in her place on the porch, “Hey.”

“You came.”

“I came,” Santana answered the statement, meeting Brittany’s bright blue eyes.

The blonde didn’t say anything else but turned slightly, allowing space for Santana to pass by, into the house. Santana hurried past, trying to avoid brushing against Brittany as she entered. She heard the door click shut behind her as she stood in the entrance way. It had been a few months since she had been here, sadly remembering the last time she had gone running from this very spot. She shivered.

“Cold?” Brittany’s voice was soft and inviting as she placed her hands on Santana’s shoulders from behind.

Santana jerked away, it was too close for comfort, “Um, no… well it was cold outside. I’m fine now,” she lied.

“Okay,” Brittany made her way past Santana and headed up the stairs. Santana reluctantly followed, stopping at the entrance of Brittany’s room.

Santana watched Brittany happily jump up, onto her bed, crossing her legs and staring intently at the Latina’s position at the door. She slowly entered, door snapping shut in her place.

“So… I thought you and… Dylan had plans tonight,” Santana offered as she made her way over to Brittany’s desk and commandeered the chair. She couldn’t sit next to the other girl right now.

“We did. She just left,” Brittany stated matter-of-factly as she continued to stare at Santana.

Santana shifted uncomfortably. The idea that Dylan was just in this very room was unnerving. “And she couldn’t help you while she was here?” the words came out harsher than she would have liked but Santana was on the defensive now.

Brittany turned away and Santana could swear she saw the blonde blush. “She wasn’t here to study, silly,” Brittany giggled out.

Santana’s eyes widened in understanding as the blonde flashed her a brilliant smile, eyes clouded over in suggestion. Santana jumped out of her chair so fast she actually knocked it over in her haste. “Wha… wha… you slept with her?” Santana was backed up against the desk, as far away from Brittany as she could get, gripping the edge of the wood in an effort to stay standing.

Brittany smiled at her before she stood, taking slow, tantalizing steps towards the Latina. “Santana,” Brittany stated, looking at her with hooded eyes, “She’s my girlfriend. I have sex with my girlfriend.”

Santana couldn’t breathe. She struggled to suck air into her lungs but she just couldn’t do it. She had to get away from the blonde in front of her. She turned and practically fell against the cold glass of the window, leaning her head against it, eyes screwed shut. This wasn’t happening. Out of all of her hook ups with random girls at parties or cheer-events, Brittany had never slept with any of them. Only Santana. The fact that Brittany had shared herself with another girl made her want to hurl. She stood there, against the window until she remembered how to breathe again. She had brought this upon herself. It was all her fault, and now she was going to have to live with the consequences.

She heard Brittany shift her weight and begin to walk towards where Santana was slumped against the window. Santana stiffened as she felt small hands grip her shoulders and experimentally begin to knead.

“Please,” Santana’s voice was weak, “Can we just, can we just study… I... I can’t stay here.” She tried to ignore the burning feeling on her skin wherever Brittany touched her.

“Santana,” Brittany stated again. Her hands had stopped their massage and were now heavily resting on the smaller girl’s shoulders. Without warning, Brittany spun Santana around, almost forcefully. “I didn’t ask you to come here because I needed to study…”

Blue eyes met brown and Santana saw a familiar lust lingering in behind the quickly deepening cerulean color. She opened her mouth but no words came out. She shouldn’t have come. It was obvious that Brittany had only told Santana she needed help with Spanish as an excuse to get her to come over. But this was the last thing she had expected. And it wasn’t fair! None of it was.

She swallowed hard as she saw Brittany give her lips a quick glance before locking eyes with her again. She watched as the blonde began to slowly lean forward, never breaking their stare. Santana longed to feel the blonde’s soft lips against hers again. Not being able to kiss Brittany could be compared to a chain smoker attempting to go cold turkey. But she couldn’t do this; she couldn’t allow this to happen. So just before Brittany closed the distance, when she could feel the blonde’s breath against her lips, she pulled back and turned her head to the side causing Brittany to kiss her cheek instead.

“No,” Santana breathed out. Brittany pulled back and looked at her curiously. “Don’t do that. You can’t do that. We can’t.” Santana was stumbling out her words now.

Santana turned to face Brittany again, who was now standing a little further back, a look that contained a mixture of anger, confusion and frustration plastered on her face.

“Don’t do this,” Santana was practically begging the girl in front of her. Brittany came at her fast, pushing her hard against the cold glass, pinning her. “What the f-” Santana was caught off guard, the weight of Brittany’s body against hers. She thought she heard a growl emitting from the blonde as she lowered her head, aiming for Santana’s lips once more.

Santana couldn’t take much more of this, her defenses were wearing thin, so she pushed Brittany back, hard, before she got the chance to claim her lips. “Stop it! Jesus Christ, Britt. What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Santana rushed to stand up and ran to the door in an effort to get away from the blonde.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” Brittany asked her from where she had landed, slumped against the side of her bed.

“No. no, you don’t get to do that. You have a girlfriend, Brittany. Did you forget about that?”

“How could I forget, San?” Brittany was standing now and walked forward slightly.

“You… you… you are NOT allowed to do that, Brittany,” it was wrong, so wrong. She was torturing Santana now and she knew it; punishing her. “You’re with Dylan now… I, I have to go.” Santana turned to leave but was stopped by a soft hand grabbing her bicep.

“Don’t go,” Brittany’s voice was soft now.

“I can’t stay here, Brittany,” ‘I can’t trust myself,’ Santana finished in her head.

“Then,” Brittany paused and Santana turned her head to glance over her shoulder, “come over this weekend? To watch Disney?”

Santana sighed, “No, I can’t.” and with that she ripped her arm from Brittany’s grasp and bolted out of the room, down the stairs and out the front door. She nearly hit the car parked across the street from her in her haste to pull out of the driveway and get back to the safety of her own bedroom.

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Dylan couldn’t help the grin that was plastered on her face the next day as she walked down the halls of McKinley. Yesterday had been… amazing. Brittany was amazing, and she couldn’t understand how she had gotten so lucky. Her girlfriend had erased all of her suspicions regarding Santana the second she had Dylan pinned beneath her on the bed. She had been pissed when her dad had called her asking her to come home for dinner. She still didn’t have a car and her dad didn’t like her walking around in the dark. All she had wanted to do was curl up next to her equally naked girlfriend and enjoy the new sensation of skin on skin contact.

Brittany hadn’t been too happy with the prospect of her leaving either but eventually convinced her it was probably for the best. Her parents would be home soon and Dylan’s father had asked nicely. So with one last intense kiss, Dylan said farewell to her girlfriend and headed home.

As she walked to her locker between classes she felt her phone buzz. When she checked it she was surprised to see it was a text from Kurt. She dragged the lock on her screen open and checked the message. “Hey! Meet me in the auditorium after school. I have to tell you something.” Dylan smiled and locked her phone and slipped it into her jacket pocket and smiled. Today was a good day.

After the last bell rang, Dylan picked up her books from her locker before heading to the auditorium. But when she got to the main entrance, she found the doors locked. Pausing out of curiosity, she shrugged and decided to try the stage entrance. It probably wasn’t unusual for the entire auditorium to be locked when they didn’t have a practice scheduled.

She made her way around to the back of the auditorium and was able to wedge the stage door open. She had only used this entrance once before, while setting up for their Man in the Mirror performance, but she remembered it well. It was a maze of props, curtains, pulleys and instruments back stage. It was also dark, so Dylan proceeded cautiously, not wanting to disturb anything. As she started hearing muffled voices, she knew she was close to her goal. As the voices grew louder she recognized the voice of her girlfriend followed my Kurt’s own distinct voice. A smile grew on her face and she proceeded forward until she heard Brittany say her name.

She was still well behind the main curtain and was certain Brittany hadn’t realized she had come into the auditorium, so Dylan froze. Brittany’s tone was sad as she spoke to Kurt. Curious, Dylan inched forward until she could clearly hear what the two friends on stage were saying to each other.

“But you slept with Dylan?” Dylan peaked around the curtain to see the pair standing next to the piano, stage riddled with props. She saw Brittany nod her head.

“And she’s the only other girl you’ve ever?” Kurt asks cautiously. ‘Other girl?’ Dylan asks herself.

“Yeah,” she heard Brittany tell Kurt.

Kurt chuckled, “So what then? Was she not good or something?”

Dylan sucked in a breath. This was obviously not a conversation that was meant for her ears.

“No, oh god, no,” Brittany said. Dylan released her breath. “No, she was amazing, actually. She does this thing, with her ton-”

“Brittany! Please, too much info,” Kurt cut in. Dylan smirked at herself. Damn right she was good with her tongue.

“Sorry.” Brittany’s voice was quiet. Kurt moved closer to the blonde.

“So, what’s the problem?”

“I miss her.” Dylan barely heard her. Her face scrunched in confusion. Why did Brittany miss her? She hadn’t gone anywhere. Sure they hadn’t spent a lot of time together today, but she had just seen her girlfriend in art class, so why did Brittany miss her? Unless… she looked up, back at Kurt.

“She never apologized, did she?” They weren’t talking about her. Dylan clenched her jaw as she watched Brittany shake her head. “Have you told her the truth?”

“I can’t. I tried to show her, but I can’t tell her. She’d leave me for good.” Dylan could hear the quivering in her girlfriend’s voice.

“How do you know that?”

“She already left once,” Brittany explained. ‘Left? Who left her?’ Dylan thought to herself. She wracked her brain trying to put the pieces together, until something clicked. Her mind drifted through the sly glances and possessive attitudes. She remembered the picture that received a longing look from Brittany in her room, the “fight” Brittany had told her about. She ran through the tail end of Blaine’s and Kurt’s conversation she had overheard at the mall… ‘She walked out… Santana.’

“But maybe, if you told her outright?”

“I can’t, Kurt,” Brittany turned and walked towards the front of the stage before turning back to the small boy. “I don’t understand. Why can’t I just get over her?”

“You can’t control what your heart feels, Britt,” Kurt soothed. Dylan shrunk back further into the shadows, praying the two in front of her didn’t see her. She couldn’t believe the conversation she had stumbled upon.

“But why not?” Brittany’s voice was stronger now. “Why can’t I be happy? I have Glee, I have you, I have Dylan!” Brittany lowered her head and bit her lip and Dylan could tell she was biting back threatening tears. “She’s an amazing girlfriend, Kurt. She treats me right. She cares about me. So why can’t I be happy with her?”

Kurt walked forward and took one of Brittany’s hands in his, “Because you want more. You want something you can’t have. You just want it to be normal, natural.” Dylan felt the wetness that was accumulating at the side of her eyes.

“But it’s so natural with Dylan. I don’t get it.”

“I do. You want it with her. The same way I just wish I could walk down these halls with my boyfriend. And that no one would care. That’s what she wants too, I’m sure of it.”

“So why doesn’t she see that we can have what Dylan and I have?” Dylan hadn’t even realized she had stopped breathing until her lungs started hurting. She turned her head away, willing them to stop talking. Wishing she could erase the conversation from her memory. But she turned back when she heard Kurt’s voice waft through the auditorium again.

“She needs the confidence. The same way I needed the confidence.”

“We need to show her it’s okay, Kurt. She needs to understand,” Brittany whimpers audible, “What if it’s me? What if she doesn’t want me? What if I’m the problem?”

Kurt lifts Brittany’s chin with his free hand, “It’s everyone else. They’re the problem. They’re the ones who say it’s wrong.”

“But why is it wrong?” Brittany asks quietly.

Kurt reaches up and places a finger over Brittany’s lips, quieting her, “Maybe they’re right. Maybe there is something the matter with us.” Dylan cocks her head. She had heard those lines before.

A small smile appears on Brittany’s face in understanding. “I just don't see how a world that makes such wonderful things could be bad,” she says sadly.

Kurt drops her hand before turning and walking back over to the piano. Dylan quickly slips behind the curtain, praying Kurt didn’t see her. But when she hears him fumbling with an iPod dock, she chances another peak and sees Kurt hit play. He turns around to face Brittany.

Dylan understands as she hears the song begin and locks her eyes on the cheerleader standing on the edge of the stage. “Look at this stuff, isn't it neat?” the blonde motions to the props scattered around the stage, “Wouldn't you think my collection's complete? Wouldn't you think I'm the girl, the girl who has everything?”

A sly smile appeared on Kurt’s face. “Look at this trove, treasures untold. How many wonders can one cavern hold?” He walks up and nudges Brittany in the arm, “Looking around here you think. sure, she's got everything.”

“I've got gadgets and gizmos a-plenty. I've got whozits and whatzits galore,” she broke free from her stance next to Kurt and hopped around stage, picking up odd props here and there. “You want thingamabobs? I've got twenty!”

“But who cares?” Kurt’s voice is soft, gentle, soothing even, “No big deal.”

“I want more!” Brittany’s voice is stronger now, wafting through the entire auditorium.

“I wanna be where the people are, I wanna see, wanna see them dancin',” Kurt called after Brittany as she twirled around the stage.

Dylan watched as Brittany came to a halt, tilting her head sideways. “Walking around on those - what do you call 'em? Oh - feet!”

“Flippin' your fins, you don't get too far legs are required for jumping, dancing!”

Brittany jumped over to Kurt and sung back to him, “Strolling along down a - what's that word again?” she paused for a second, “Street.”

“Up where they walk, up where they run!” Kurt held out his hand to Brittany.

She smiled and reached out to grasp his as they sang together, “Up where they stay all day in the sun!”

Brittany turned to face Kurt, “Wanderin’ free.”

“Wish I could be.”

“Part of that world!” They both held their hands up towards the empty audience. Dylan felt a tear escape and slide slowly down her cheek.

Kurt broke away and walked forward to the edge of the stage. “What would I give if I could live out of these waters? What would I pay to spend a day warm on the sand? Bet'cha on land they understand,” Dylan tilted her head curiously. Kurt wasn’t singing about Brittany anymore, “That they don't reprimand their daughters, bright young women, sick of swimmin'” he turned to face the blonde, standing up impossibly straight. “Ready to stand!”

Brittany matched Kurt’s stature, “And ready to know what the people know, ask 'em my questions and get some answers! What's a fire and why does it - what's the word?” she released her tight posture and gracefully twirled around, “BURNNNN!”

“When’s it my turn? Wouldn’t I love, love to explore that world up above?”

“Out of the sea,” she faced Kurt again.

“Wish I could be,” Kurt met her gaze.

“Part of that world…” they sang it into each others’ eyes, clutching at one another’s hands.

Dylan turned away. She couldn’t bare to watch anymore. She wasn’t enough for Brittany. She had tried to give her everything, to be there whenever she needed her.

“I’m coming back, Britt,” Dylan hear Kurt’s voice and she turned to face the pair, cheeks now wet with the tears she couldn’t contain.

“Back?”

“Back to McKinley, I’m ready. I don’t want to run away anymore,” he led Brittany over to the piano bench and sat down, patting the space nest to her. “And besides, I have you. You’ve shown me that I can do this. I shouldn’t be afraid to be myself. I shouldn’t have to run.”

“Really?”

“Yes, Britt.”

Brittany engulfed the small boy in a tight hug. Pulling back she looked into her eyes. “I’m moving on Kurt, I have to let her go. Dylan, she’s there for me, she cares about me. And I care about her.”

Kurt reaches out and grasps Brittany’s hand, nodding in understanding.

“Maybe? Maybe Dylan is my more, maybe she can become what San used to be,” Dylan heard Brittany say. She felt some of the pain subside at her girlfriend’s words. “Come on, we should go. D will be worried.”

Dylan’s head snapped up as she realized her position between the pair on stage and the only exit to the auditorium. She turned hastily and made her way as quickly as possible, knocking over a few chairs along the way. She managed to scramble her way out of the auditorium and back to her locker when she stood, trying to catch her breath. She brought her hand up to her cheeks and wiped away any remaining tears.

As she ran through Kurt and Brittany’s conversation in her head she stopped for a second remembering why she was there in the first place. Kurt had asked her to come to the auditorium, had he not? So why did she walk in to find him having an intimate conversation about her with her girlfriend? Dylan sniffled, maybe he hadn’t meant to text her? Maybe the text had been meant only for Brittany.

“Dylan?” She heard her girlfriend’s voice approaching from behind.

Dylan took one last breath to compose herself before turning to face her girlfriend. “Hey, Britt.”

Brittany came up and wrapped her arms around Dylan gently. “Are you okay?”
Dylan pulled back from the hug and looked into Brittany’s eyes. She pondered what to say next for a few minutes before finally answering. “You know I would do anything for you right?” Brittany nodded. “I care about you, Britt. But all I want is for you to be happy.”

Brittany leaned forward and pressed their foreheads together, “Shhh, baby.”

“I’d do anything to make you happy,” she held back the tears. Dylan didn’t want to make it obvious she had overheard Brittany’s conversation.

Brittany pulled back and stared directly into Dylan’s eyes. “You make me happy, D. So, very happy.”

Dylan didn’t want to believe her but there was so much honesty in the blonde’s eyes that she couldn’t help but figure Brittany was telling the truth. She fell forward into her girlfriend’s arms, holding her tightly around the waist. Brittany held her just as tightly.

She felt lips graze her ear as she rested her chin on Brittany’s shoulder. Dylan felt her throat tighten and she screwed her eyes shut. Even if she did make Brittany happy, she couldn’t erase the knowledge that the blonde had feelings for someone else. But she swallowed back the tears, and shifted to whisper into her girlfriend’s ear, “You make me happy too, Britt.”

She felt Brittany smile against her cheek, still holding her tightly. “Come on, let’s go to your place. We can watch Hercules. Mr. Schue wants us to learn that song for Glee.”

“Zero to Hero?” Dylan asked as she loosened her grip on the other girl and leaned back to meet her eyes.

“Yeah, that one. Because we’re going to be on top soon. I can feel it.”

“Me too, Britt. Me too.”

Brittany leaned forward and rested her forehead against Dylan’s and they just stood there for a few moments, listening to one another’s breathing. Finally, they turned and started walking towards the parking lot. “Hey, guess what?” Brittany asked.

“What?” Dylan asked, attempting for it to sound authentic.

“Kurt’s coming back! Back to New Directions!” She was so excited, Dylan couldn’t help but smile even though she already heard the news.

“Really? That’s awesome, baby. We’re definitely going to take Regionals now.”

“Well, yeah, but I already knew that.”

“’Cause you’re amazing,” Dylan said. But she was pulled to a stop by Brittany who turned to meet her eyes once more.

“No, because you’re amazing. And we have you. I have you.”

Dylan surged forward, kissing her girlfriend passionately. She couldn’t help herself. Brittany was so sincere in her statements and she felt a tear escape her and slide down her cheek. Dylan couldn’t possibly image how someone could mistreat the girl in front of her. So she promised herself she would never let that happen. She would do everything in her power to make Brittany happy. But as they stood at the end of the hall, lips locked in a warm embrace, Dylan thought to herself. She really didn’t know anything about Brittany’s past with Santana. What type of relationship had they had and what had Santana done that was causing Brittany so much anguish? Placing one last kiss on her girlfriend’s lips, Dylan decided it was time to figure out the rest of the story. If she was going to fill the hole in Brittany’s heart, she needed to know what was missing. The answer lay with a small, Latina cheerleader and she was going to find it.

Songs:
I Can Show You the World - Aladdin
I Just Can’t Wait to be King - The Lion King
Part of Their World - The Little Mermaid