When It Becomes too Much 2/5
Title: When it Becomes too Much (2/5)
Fandom: Glee;
Pairing: Brittany/Santana
Rating: M
Disclaimer: You really think that my OT4 would waste their times with Finn and Puck if I owned Glee?
Summary: Brittany can't take Santana dating Puck any longer
Warning: Glimpses of a bitchy Brittany, and some swearing. (oh and if you can't take S being bitchy back to B then this isn't for you either). Also references to sex, though nothing too graphic.
AN: I’m soooooo sorry!!! I posted part one of this like months ago and never got around to putting up the rest, even though it’s been done for some time now! On the positive side though, I’m going to post the final three chapters today so you don’t have to wait for them!
Part 1
Santana watched the blond leave with the dreadful feeling that she had just done something incredibly stupid that she would come to seriously regret.
It was too late for that now though so sighing, she took a moment to collect herself and pushed aside how much the argument had gotten to her before heading back into the crowded hallway, intent on finding Puck and allowing him to try take her mind off of things.
Puck, always up for those types of activities quickly agreed and they headed out to the car. Things had progressed from fooling around to something more serious quicker than normal, though unlike normal, instead of distracting S, it only made her think of B more, and of how much my sleeping with Puck was hurting her. S had known all along that B didn’t like it, but she had agreed it was necessary and S had never really thought further than that to how it affected B to always see her on Pucks arm.
So when the final bell rang from the building and Puck pulled out after his second release of the afternoon, while S sat up irritated and unsatisfied. In Pucks defence though, it wasn’t really his fault that all she could think about was Brittany’s face before she left the bathroom. So when he asked if it was good for her too, Santana had just nodded and pulled her Cheerio uniform back on before allowing him to sling his arm around her shoulders and lead the way back into the school.
When they entered Glee Santana made a point of avoiding Brittany’s gaze as she shrugged Puckermans arm off and sunk into the open seat beside Quinn with her arms folded across her chest - for all that they had their moments, Quinn was always there to help when B and S had problems.
“You in the dog box with B again?” she asked quietly while they waited for Mr Schue to arrive.
“No, she’s in the dog box with me this time.” She corrected, and that should have been true - Santana was meant to be the one angry with her for hooking up with Mike behind my back, but for some reason she still felt like she was the one in trouble.
Quinn just pursed her lips and fell silent while she considered that. Before she could come up with an appropriate response Mr Schue walked in. Unfortunately he picked today to work out new dance moves which meant, given that Brit and Chang were the best dancers, Santana had had to spend most of the afternoon watching them demonstrating various steps, which, quite frankly were a little more touchy feely than she felt was really necessary. It was all she could do to stop myself from yanking Brittany away from him.
And matters did not improve when, at the end of the routine, when Mike dipped Brittany she cast S a deliberate glance before leaning up to kiss him full on the lips, earning a round of cheers from the other gleeks.
“She really is pissed at you.” Quinn whispered from where she stood behind Santana. “Let’s go for coffee after Glee.” Santana nodded, keeping her face impassive as she watched them break from the kiss, trying to hide how much that had hurt.
Less than an hour later Quinn and Santana walked into a little cafe a few blocks from the school and took their usual seats - they always came here when they needed to talk.
“So, I’m just taking a guess here, but given the way you were glaring at Mike all through Glee, and the kiss, I’m going to go with that the fight was about Brittany going out with Mike?” she asked after placing their order with the waitress. Santana nodded, not bothering to answer.
“I see. So you’re pissed because Brittany’s going out with Mike?” This the latina didn’t even deign to respond to, instead just sending the girl an annoyed glare at her obvious observation. “Okay, so I get your side, but why is Brittany cross with you and why is she going out with Mike?”
“She wants me to break up with Puck.” Santana admitted, sipping the coffee the waitress put down in front of her.
“She wants you to break up with Puck?” Quinn repeated earning another glare.
“So now not only do you state the obvious, you’ve become a parrot as well?” she demanded irritably, but Quinn just ignored her outburst, knowing from past experience that retorting to it would only lead to an argument. “She said that she only agreed to my dating Puck because it helped my social standing, which was the only reason I decided to do it in the first place, and that now I didn’t need him anymore she doesn’t understand why I don’t just dump him.”
“Has she ever told you this before?”
“I guess.” S admitted, starting to twirl my spoon in my coffee, not liking where Quinn was heading with this.
“I guess?” she repeated, this time in that annoyed scolding tones mothers used when they knew their kids were hiding something. Santana scowled, hating the guilt she felt at Quinn’s words and how much she allowed the blond to influence her.
“She did mention it a few times but I always brushed it off as necessary.” she admitted.
“I may have been out of the social elite recently but even I know that it’s no longer necessary for you to date Puck. So why do you stay with him?”
“This isn’t meant to be my fault!” Santana half shouted half whined as she saw where the conversation was heading. It was Brittany who had started all this, Brittany who had messed things up and Brittany who should be the one sitting here getting grilled by Quinn. Why couldn’t things be Brittany’s fault for once?
“I’m not saying it is all your fault, but I’m not saying it’s all Brittany’s either.” Quinn responded in a tone that was clearly meant to be un-argumentative. “but if you want to fix this we have to examine the reasons behind her behaviour. It’s not right the way she’s gone about this but we can’t change that now so we need to work on fixing it, and the only way to do that is to examine her motives and find a compromise. So I’ll ask again, why are you still with Puck?”
“I don’t know!” Santana exclaimed but Quinn just shook her head.
“You’re an intelligent woman Santana, so don’t insult me by coming up with a response as pathetic as ‘I don’t know’”
“Fine.” She sighed, there was no arguing with Quinn when she got like this; she’d just keep pushing until she got her answer “With Puck it’s just easy.” she said slowly, actually thinking about it “It’s a relationship of convenience. We both knew going in that it was only because of the benefits we’d get by dating each other. He got to date a hot Cheerio, had some arm candy to show off and I got to get the prestige of dating the vice-captain of the football team. The sex was just a bonus. We were never like in love with each other or something. But we’ve been together for a long time now, and I guess I stay out of loyalty, and, well, friendship.”
“So you don’t love him?”
“No!” The idea of loving Puck was preposterous to her. Though at a raised eyebrow from Quinn she elaborated a bit “I’m fond of him, but only as a friend; I certainly am not in love with him.”
“Okay, but you love Brittany?”
“Yes.” She replied without hesitation.
“S, I understand you being loyal to Puck, but do you really want to lose Brittany due to that loyalty, because this is fast becoming an either or situation, and you need to choose.” She was right, and the moment the words were out of her mouth Santana knew she would choose B over Puck any day.
“So I’m just meant to give in to her?” she asked, not ready to verbalise her decision yet. But giving in just didn’t seem right either - even though she understood Brittany’s motives, more so now that she had had to watch the tall blond kiss someone else in front of her, like B had had to watch S do countless times before, Santana still took issue with the way she had gone about things.
“No, you both need to talk this out, but you need to decide what you are willing to agree to first so that you can both lay it all out on the table.” Quinn replied, already set on having a word with B about all this.
Santana just nodded and continued to sip her coffee.
Part 3