All Alone

Chapter Eleven

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T KNOW SPANISH! SO THIS IS ALL GOOGLE TRANSLATE AND PROBABLY REALLY, REALLY WRONG! SORRY!ALSO SLIGHT TRIGGER WARNING MAYBE. IT'S NOT BAD. ONLY IF YOU GET TRIGGERED REALLY EASILY.

"What are you doing here?" Brittany asked as they walked out of the choir room. She tried not to grin too wide.

Santana shrugged. "I figured since Puck and Quinn and you are in Glee I might as well see what it's like. But make no mistake, if it's as idiotic as I think I'm quitting."

The blonde nodded. "But... I thought you were angry at me?"

The Latina rolled her eyes. "Don't remind me. Whatever. I was probably just PMSing or something. Feelings and shit aren't really my thing."

Her voice was stone cold but Brittany was almost positive that she saw the brunette's eyes cast down and her stoney expression waver, looking almost vulnerable. It was only there for a second though, before the walls came back up.

"Oh." Brittany said, pretending to understand. "Well I'm glad your not angry." Her face brightened.

Santana shrugged. "Just forget about it. Do you wanna come over after school? I just got a bunch of food and I heard you moaning about the Spanish homework. I can help you with that if you really want."

The blonde smiled, touched that Santana cared so much. "Thanks Santana! I would love that. You speak Spanish?"

"It's my first language." Santana shrugged. Then, noticing the blonde's expression she scoffed. "Don't freak out blondie, I just don't have anything going on and I'm bored."

Brittany's smile dropped slightly. "Oh... duh." She gulped, embarrassed. "Well I'll be there."

After school was over the two girls walked slowly into Santana's house and into the kitchen. They got out snacks and then went to Santna's room, plopping down on her bed.

"So Spanish." Brittany said, wanting something to talk about. She got out her binder and textbook, laying them neatly on the bed. "I'm really behind and I don't understand... well... I really don't understand anything. So I get it if you don't wanna help me. It might be hard."

Santana sighed. "Are you trying to convince me not to? I thought you wanted my help."

Brittany smiled shyly. "Sorry. Just warning you."

The shorter girl smirked. "Well don't worry. I'm pretty sure I can teach you better than Schue. He's not so accurate all the time."

"Can you say something in Spanish?"

"What do you want me to say?" The Latina smirked at how shy the blonde was acting.

"Ummm... say... 'cats are awesome and so are unicorns and rainbows.'" Brittany grinned.

"Fuck no." Santana shook her head. Then she smirked. "But I will say something. Joder gatos y unicornios y arco iris y brillo y toda esa mierda estúpida."

Brittany smiled inocently. "What does that mean?"

Santana smirked wider. "Fuck cats and unicorns and rainbows and glitter and all that stupid shit."

The blonde's smiled dropped. "Oh... Well at least you know Spanish. So can you help me?"

"Yes." Santana sighed, annoyed. "I already said that like three fucking times." She reached forward and snatched the homework. Santana scanned it over before speaking. "All you need to do is fill in the blanks. Just use your vocabulary sheet."

"I know but I'm supposed to be able to memorize the words..." Brittany groaned.

Santana sighed. "If you look at it enough you will memorize it, Britt. You just need to keep trying and you will get it."

Brittany smiled. "Thanks."

They spent the next hour working on homework and Brittany began to feel more and more comfortable with Santana and her house. She decided to try and talk to her about more serious stuff again. "So... I'm sorry again for being so nosy earlier. I am just really curious."

"I get it." Santana shrugged. "I mean I bet you wanna know what he did. Was he a druggie? a mugger? There's endless posibilities!" She said sarcastically.

The blonde sighed. "I'm naturally curious, that's all. And I'm sorry. I had no right to ask and you don't have to tell me anything."

Santana shrugged again, clearly becoming increasingly uncomfortable and upset.

Brittany's mind was burning with need. Need to know. Why did she have to be so damn curious all the time. Before she could stop herself words came up her throat like word vomit. "Just... what did he do that was so bad that you ignore him? Blood is thicker than water!"

The Latina's eyes squeezed shut. "Shut up please. You really don't know what you're talking about."

But Brittany was worked up into another curious frenzy. "No. You shouldn't ignore him, Santana. I'm sure he'd love to hear from you! And he is family! No matter what! Think about him in there waiting to-Santana?"

The shorter girl currently had her eyes squeezed even tighter shut and was now rocking slightly and murmuring. "Get off. Get off. Get off."

"Santana? Are you okay?" The blonde reached out to her.

"NO! Don't touch me!" She cried. She began to sob. "Just get off please."

"Santana what's happening?"

"I SAID GET OFF!"

Brittany felt a white hot pain shoot through her as Santana's fist connected with her nose. "ARGH!" She screamed. "W-what the heck?!" She clutched her nose in pain.

Santana seemed to snap back to reality. "What?" She looked around, blinking repeatedly. "Brittany what happened to you?"

The blonde looked at Santana fearfully. "I think the better question would be... Santana... what happened to you?"