The Music In Me (Brittana)

Basketball

"Fuck you, Tina." The glee club got quiet, most heads turning to Santana. "Sorry." Her apology seemed a little bit insincere, but Schue just continued on with his rambling about stupid show tunes. He had apparently realized that he was never going to be able to control Santana's outbursts.

The rest of the club meeting went by tantalizingly slow for Santana's liking. The only high point was the hot blonde substitute teacher, who danced next to Wannabe Timberlake in an absurdly expensive production of Umbrella and a song from an old movie. "Alright everyone that's it for the day!"

"Aren't you gonna have to pay for the water damage on the stage or something?"

"I thought this club was broke."

"How the hell did you get it to rain inside?"

Schue ignored the questions surrounding logistics of him over the top performance and showed the students out of the auditorium. Santana wasn't complaining. She especially wasn't complaining when a pale hand landed on her left shoulder from behind her. Oh! Is this about the movie date? The girls had gone on three more dates since the Ariana Grande concert. Three dates in three days. "Santana. Can we talk for a sec?"

Uh Oh. Santana hadn't heard Brittany use that tone since the day in the parking lot with Kitty. "Uhhh sure. What's wrong Britt?"

"What's wrong is that you embarrassed Tina in front of everyone back in the choir room! She cried because of you, Santana."

Santana wasn't really too sure why Brittany was bringing up such a random outburst at some random weird goth girl. "Why do you even care, Britt? She's a loser. I don't even know why Mike likes that girl."

"That's why I care! Mike's my friend! A good friend, actually. He's really upset that you could be so mean to her. He said that he had thought you were a nice person."

Santana's expression turned to slight anger, "I am a nice person! You know that!"

"I don't know what to think anymore. Nice people don't make girls cry for absolutely no reason at all."

Santana could not believe her ears. Was Brittany being for real? "I'm not the girl that made Quinn cry just cause she wanted some clout!" Santana was surprised with the fact that she was satisfied at the ashamed look on Brittany's usually bright features. "I'm just saying, you're being a real hypocrite, Britt."

"I just said what was true Santana! You decided to be a bitch just because you felt like it!" Brittany hurried to keep up with Santana's rushed walking pace, unable to see the tears threatening to drop from her brown eyes.

"Forget about the date, Brittany. I don't want to go see a movie with someone who thinks I'm a bitch!" Santana whipped open the door to her car, throwing her blue backpack onto the passenger seat.

"Fine!" Brittany moved to face the girl as she climbed into the Honda. "I don't wanna go to a movie with a bitch!" As soon as the words jumped out of her mouth, Brittany regretted them.

"Unbelievable. Maybe you should go with Mike instead. You seem to really have a thing for him." Santana slammed her door and questioned her own words. Why was she saying all these mean things to Brittany? And why was she being rude about Mike? Mike was a great guy!

Brittany felt tears on her own eyes now. "But I don't like Mike. I like you." Santana was already too far gone to hear her, and Brittany doubted she would care if she could.

  
   "Santana, honey, please just-. Wait, sorry I didn't mean to call you honey, but that's besides the point. Just call me soon. I didn't mean what I said. Well, I guess you were kind of being mean to Tina." Brittany rolled her eyes at her own stuttering around the point. "Look, I didn't mean to call you a bitch, but I do think you need to be a little kinder to the people in your life. See you at the basketball thing Sunday? Bye."