Brittany was laughing as they twirled and danced their way down the hallway, feeling lighter than she'd felt since everything had happened. Things between the two of them had been so...off since that day in her bedroom with the duet suggestion. And even more so since she'd started 'dating' Artie. They'd formed some kind of truce of sorts and had been kind of working on rebuilding at least the friendship part of their 'relationship'. As much as they could anyway. Brittany wasn't quite ready to fully give in and forgive Santana for what she'd done. Even if she wanted to more than anything
( ... )
Realistically, Santana should have expected Brittany to turn her away, but she hadn't. She wasn't used to this, Brittany saying no to her. Brittany didn't say no to her, unless she thought something was very wrong or dangerous, and in most of those cases, Santana had found the blonde to be right so she'd learned to listen. But this wasn't dangerous and, in her mind, it certainly wasn't wrong. She couldn't care less about Brittany's ridiculous "relationship" with Artie and had gone so far as to try to convince Artie that Brittany was using her. After the little Facebook spat she'd had with Artie, she wasn't entirely convinced they weren't using each other. What Artie had said felt scripted to her.
So, when Brittany pushed her away, she was torn between feeling angry and hurt. Really, she had no right to be either, after the way she'd treated Brittany. She worked to put on her usual bitch face and smirked at the blonde. "Who's here to stop us?"
Chewing her bottom lip nervously, Brittany's stomach tightened anxiously as she saw the weight of her words register on the Latina's face. She never said no to Santana. The words felt foreign even coming out of her mouth. The only time she'd even remotely come close to saying 'no' had been after the incident in her bedroom when she'd seen Santana in the hallway and made it clear she wasn't letting her touch certain things anymore. But telling her that and staying away from her was much easier than being right here in front of her, pressed back against the lockers after just being kissed
( ... )
Brittany was turning her down. Weakly, since she couldn't make eye contact with Santana or speak very firmly, but she was still being turned down. This was so...weird. Santana didn't know what to do with it. At the comment about 'a boyfriend', Santana stepped fully away from Brittany, dropping her hand. "Fine," she said darkly, though everything inside of her wanted to say something more along the lines of 'fuck Wheels, who needs him.' She hated this, how jealous she was and how much she really did want to push Artie off a cliff or rip his arms off, or hell, do both. She wasn't supposed to be jealous when it came to Brittany. Hell, even the possessive thing with Puck was mostly an act. Santana Lopez didn't get jealous. Or hurt.
She flashed Brittany a fake smile and nodded down the hall. "Let's go. I have to get you home still, right?"
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So, when Brittany pushed her away, she was torn between feeling angry and hurt. Really, she had no right to be either, after the way she'd treated Brittany. She worked to put on her usual bitch face and smirked at the blonde. "Who's here to stop us?"
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She flashed Brittany a fake smile and nodded down the hall. "Let's go. I have to get you home still, right?"
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