She Sat On The Bleachers

Chapter 5

Santana POV:

SHIT was my first thoughts as I watched Quinn's pained shocked face turn to fury as she raced towards me and pushed me back into the lockers and slapped me across the face. I pushed back and before I knew it we were full blown fighting, I was seeing red, all my anger and pent up frustration towards her was now coming out, I slapped, I punched, I kicked and I yelled. She was doing the same, plus grabbing my hair and pulling every so often. 

Someone ran in the middle of us and tried to push us away from each other but in my blurry haze I raised my fist to punch Quinn, the momentum and force was harder than any other before but my fist connected with someone else's face and not Quinn's. That's when the other kids in the hall stopped chanting and there was just quite. 

Brittany. 

She stumbled back a bit but Quinn steadied her before she crashed into the lockers herself, Quinn then left her side and forcefully pushed me back and slapped me across the face again, this time I didn't fight back, too shocked. Quinn went back to Brittany's side asking if she was okay, I stepped forward too and placed my hand on Brittany's arm but Quinn batted me away. 

"Brit I am so sorry" Tears brimmed my eyes, I couldn't tell if it was because of the fight or hurting Brittany so bad that there was already a dark mark forming on the corner of her eye and cheek. 

"Why are you guys fighting" She completely ignored me and turned her face towards Quinn. 

"Santana occused me of cheating-" While Quinn explained the situation I turned towards the now chattering hallway and yelled at them to get lost, which they did "It just got a little heated" She concluded. 

"Your face" Brittany cooed as she brought her hand up to cup Quinn's cheek, she the leaned down slightly and pressed a soft kiss to her puffy lips where I had struck her a few times. The sight almost made my tears fall but I tried my hardest to suck them back "I'll take us home" I further saddened that she thought them being together in a house was their home. 

"Wait Brit let me exp-" 

"There's nothing to say, it was an accident, I'll see you tomorrow" She glanced at me briefly but her eyes weren't soft like they usually were, they were hard and far away, she looked at me like she didn't know who I was anymore. 

XXX - later that night 

"Santana, honey, eat. You've been pushing your food around for 10 minutes now" My mom said from across the dinner table looking at me worriedly. 

"I'm just not really feeling it tonight" I sighed leaning my head on my hand. 

"Is it something to do with Brittany?" She asked tentatively. I looked up in shock "Did you two fight?" She gestured towards my face where I had a busted lip. 

"No, that was Quinn. But I think Brit is mad at me" I spoke truthfully. I went on to tell her the whole story and she listened carefully to every detail. I kept certain things to myself though.  

"I think you should distance yourself from Brittany. Quinn is her girlfriend and I know you like her but how would you feel if you were Quinn?" My mother reasoned. 

"I know what you're saying, but I just can't. I don't think she will talk to me after this anyway" Talking to my mom about this was calming, I could be honest about how I was feeling. 

"I've seen you guys together, I think you will just need to apologise-"

"To Quinn? No way" I cut my mom off and shook my head defiantly. 

"If her and Brittany have already spoke about this alleged cheating stuff, then you have no place to not except that" 

I understood, I levelled and I already told myself the same thing. It still didn't sit right with me, but if I wanted to be at least Brittany's friend still, I knew what I had to do. Even if I didn't like it. 

The next day 

Brittany's POV

It was all going so well. Everything was falling into place, San was apologising and Quinn was accepting it, until Rachel's snarky remark. 

"We're done here Brit, you call these people friends? they don't even respect you" Quinn grabbed my arm and went to drag me out. Usually I let her guide me as I am her girlfriend and I respect her requests. 

"Brittany can make her own decisions" Santana stopped Quinn by standing in front of us "Do you want to leave Brit?" Although Santana was trying to do a good deed, the situation now felt more intense. 

"uhhh" I stuttered.