When It All Becomes Too Much 4/5
Title: When it Becomes too Much (4/5)
Fandom: Glee;
Pairing: Brittany/Santana
Rating: T
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.
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3
“So you’ve come to beg for my forgiveness?” Santana demanded when she came down the stairs the next morning to find Brittany already sitting on the couch waiting for her. She immediately regretted her words but the previous days events had really gotten to Santana, to the point where she had actually cried herself to sleep at the thought of possibly loosing B, and she was Santana fucking Lopez - she didn’t cry. So when the source of her anguish was blithely sitting on the couch the next morning like nothing had happened she couldn’t help but snap, she didn’t even care that her mother was in the room.
“Mija,” her mother tried to protest at her daughters harsh words but Brittany stopped her.
“No, it’s ok Mrs Lopez,” she said softly, turning to look at Santana, her face serious but sorrowful. “I deserved that. I broke up with Mike.”
“Well don’t do me any favours.” Santana sneered, staring at her friend in silent conversation before turning on her heel and walking out of the room and back up the stairs. Brittany sighed but followed her back up to S’s bedroom.
Once inside Santana waited for Brittany to get inside before shutting the door and turning to lean against it, waiting.
Brittany went to take a seat on the end of Santana’s unmade bed, fiddling with the corner of the blanket as she tried to think of the right words to say.
“San,” she murmured, only just loud enough for Santana to hear from her place by the door. “I’m so sorry for the thing with Mike. I never should have done that to you.”
“Done what to me?” Santana demanded harshly “Decided to hook up with him without even mentioning it to me? Causing me to be utterly humiliated when Amber knew before I did? Or humiliating me again by kissing Mike in front of the whole of Glee when they all know we have a thing?”
“All of it.” Brittany responded, her voice cracking at Santana’s harsh words.
“B, you have no idea what that felt like.” Santana responded in a kinder tone before realising how untrue those words were.
“But I do. I’ve watched Puck kiss you hundreds of times and more. I’ve watched him grope you and even walked in on him fingering you a couple of times, how do you think that felt?” Tears were now tricking down her face. “I just thank god I’ve never walked in on the two of you having sex.”
“But you agreed to it!” Santana practically whined in frustration, falling back on her old argument.
“I haven’t agreed in months.” Brittany retorted in a stronger voice. “You’re lucky I’ve even put up with it as long as I have.”
“I’m lucky?” S demanded with incredulity. “In case you haven’t noticed being with you isn’t exactly a walk in the park.”
“But being with you is? Putting up with your snide comments about people I consider my friends, watching you slushie innocent freshmen when you know I don’t like you doing that, being the person you vent at whenever Sylvester does something particularly antagonistic,” S’s eyebrows raised at the word, but put it down to B being around Berry too long. “I think this talk was a bad idea,” B finished her rant, rising to go to the door but S was there quicker.
“Oh no you don’t. You don’t get to come in here, complain about all my faults and then just leave before I have a chance to reply.”
“Let me out S.” Brittany demanded when Santana continued to lean against the closed door, blocking her way.
“No.” Santana said simply, a cruel smirk now playing at her face. “You wanted to talk, lets talk. Let’s talk about how everytime we disagree you either back down or run away, and then complain later that you didn’t get your way.”
“Fuck you.” Was all Brittany said, turning away from S and pulling out her cellphone.
“Hi, Kurt?” She said into the phone, figuring that Kurt was the last person Santana would be willing to argue with her in front of, since he was such a notorious gossip.
“Hummel? Of all people you called Kurt Hummel?” Santana demanded lowly but B just ignored her.
“Yeah, can you come fetch me, I’m at Santana’s place and don’t have a car...Cool, see you then.” She snapped the phone shut and turned back to face Santana.
“You know what? Go.” Santana said, stepping away from the door. She could tell she was close to tears for the second time in two days, but she’d be damned if she gave B the satisfaction of seeing them. “I wanted to work this out, but I should have known you’d just run away again. So go - I’m done chasing.”
“You wanted to work this out?” Brittany repeated incredulously, too angry to be upset “Tell me five words you’ve said to me that would in some way help resolve this situation?”
But Santana was no longer certain she had control of her voice, so she remained silent, holding the door open for the blond before slamming it shut behind her.
Part 5