santana and brittany

picnic

Santana's Point of View

I close my locker and hang my duffel bag off of my left shoulder. As I'm walking out of the locker room my phone buzzes in my hand and I bring my phone up. I smile when I see it's a text from Ashley telling me to come over.

Ashley and I have been taking a lot. Like, a lot. She goes to Carmel High, our arch rivals for Glee, and we text in between classes or during our lunches and then we text when we get home from practice. Ashley is captain of the varsity girls basketball team.

By talk I mean friendly talk. Not dating talk. If Ashley tries to get freaky over text I shut it down real quick because sexting is me and Brittany's thing, and nobody can take that from us.

Britt and I are okay I guess. Our friends put two and two together and realized that we are no longer together. Brittany and I don't talk about it because it's a sad thing. Matter of fact, we don't talk anymore, not like we use to. We don't text or FaceTime each other anymore and when we see each other we only say simple things like 'hey' and 'how are you?'

Sometimes we'll give each other a kiss or hug just to remember what it feels like and to make sure the sparks are still there and of course they are.

"Santana," Quinn says as I walk past her and a group of other cheerleaders . She's out of her wheelchair but not back in her Cheerios uniform, "It's Friday." Quinn states but I don't follow, "Remember our plan to go get froyo?"

My smile slowly fades away when I look at Brittany. She's leaning against a locker and she looks at me with sad eyes. Friday night is also our date night.

"Oh, right," I say as I move my eyes from Brittany to Quinn, "I actually have somewhere to be so maybe another time?" I look at all of the girls and they nod their heads

"Santana," Brittany calls as I'm walking away from them. She catches up and walks next to me, "Where are you going?" She asks and my throat gets tight, "To Ashley's?"

I stop walking and look at Brittany with wide eyes, "Who told you?"

"Chantel told me."

I raise my head a little bit, "You've been hanging with Chantel?" I ask as we beginning walking again, "Perfect." We walk out of the double doors and into the parking lot.

"And you've been hanging out with Ashley?" Brittany asks in a tone that almost sounds playful, "What have you guys been doing?"

"What have you and Chantel been doing?"

"Not what you and Ashley have been doing." Brittany says and I can hear the hurt in her voice even though she tries to sound like it doesn't bother her, "Chantel came over two days ago and thought that I would be with her if I knew what you were doing." Brittany says as I put my duffel bag in the backseat of my car

"Hmm," I say and I slam my door shut, "Interesting."

"Lord Tubbington misses you," She says and I smile, "And so do I."

"Britt," I let out a deep breath and lean my back against my car. I look down at my shoes so that I don't have to look into her ocean eyes, "Let's not do this."

"You can sleep with whoever you want and in the end I know you'll still be thinking about me. Because you love me and I love you and sleeping with someone else isn't gonna change that." Brittany grabs onto both of my hands and I look up, "I know your hurting and I know I hurt you really bad, but I want you to know that when we get back together I will never ever make you feel like that." I blink the tears away from my eyes and bite down on my bottom lip, "I loved you last week. I loved you yesterday. I love you today. I'll love you tomorrow and I'll love you the days after that, because, me and you, we're endgame and you sleeping with someone else isn't gonna change that."