“So you were saying Santana kissed her?”
“Nope. Brittany instigated it, Santana asked her if she’ll be willing to forgive that woman and Brittany said she doesn’t know and then they ended up making out in the freaking coffee shop. Like that screams ‘I don’t know’”
“So did she say she still loves her?”
“Yes. At least that’s what she said they threw each other ‘I love you’s’.”
“Woa! I thought she’s mad at her?”
“Well obviously we’re missing something out. Aside from the fact that it’s not the only dumb thing she did that day.”
“What do you mean?”
“She agreed to celebrate Christmas with Santana’s family on the weekends.”
“No way! I mean how would she even act around them? Did she already say the truth that she’s just acting about the amnesia thingy?”
“I have no idea. I know that it’s only a matter of time, and Brittany will be falling around Santana’s arms, again. We should have a bet, T.”
“You both know I’m sitting right here.” I snapped my hands clasped together. “Seriously? You could’ve talked about me behind my back and I won’t be that offended.” I muttered seriously and averted my eyes back to my computer.
“See that, T?” I heard Quinn say and I just wanted to smack her on the forehead or something, she’s been a bitch since I told her about what happen on Tuesday and I may have to lose it. This is way frustrating aside from the fact I’m way way confused on how I acted around Santana last time we saw each other.
“Q, what is your problem? I kissed Santana and we’re almost back together, now what? Do you want me to just ditch her because I can’t fucking move on about the fucking wedding? She’s sorry and I know that it’s real and she wanted to start all over again and guess what? I’m letting her, because I do love her. I do. I’m not going to go crazy about the fact that she made one mistake and forget every good thing she did, she cares for me. She loves me, and that’s what important. I thought you were my best friend? Shouldn’t you be the one telling me that it’ll be alright and I should just follow my heart and we could just make it work? That someday it’ll be okay? That one day Santana will be willing to tell me what exactly happened that day. Isn’t that what you were supposed to be doing, Q? ”
“And now you’re asking. Brittany, can you even hear yourself? You sound like a 4 year old kid, whining about something that you can’t get. Look, last two months you’re crying your eyes out moaning and mewling about the fact that Santana left you in your wedding, for God sake Brittany in your own god damn wedding! And she just disappear for about a year and now she’ll be back, asking if you could sing Christmas carols with her and eat ham and everything just in time the clock ticks, and without her sweating it, you just said yes. I thought you wanted to hurt her? I thought you wanted to get back to her? Huh? You’re being immature, Brittany. And I’m your best friend I’m obligated to check everything you’d be doing and this- is not a good thing” She said her voice an octave higher.
“Yes, I wanted to hurt her, I wanted to. Aren’t those things enough, Q? Now tell me, what’s the best thing to do, huh? For me to just disappear? Should I be doing the same thing she did? And let’s just say I’m being immature, and so? Santana… she makes me happy. She’s the only person that makes me happy. She means everything to me.” I chocked at my own words, I didn’t even notice the familiar lump in my throat followed by the warm prickle of tears running down my cheeks. After what happened on the grocery shop two months ago it’s the first I’d be admitting the fact that Santana indeed is making me happy and alive.
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Lies don't Lie
Fanfiction"Do I know you?" Brittany mumbled her hand sweating like a river as she look at the Latina in front of her, the memories of the past came flashing back like she was about to pass out. The wedding. The flowers. Everything. AU Brittana and Brittana.
