All Alone

Chapter Three

"She sounds like a freak." Quinn scoffed. "I mean it's one thing to get wasted at parties and stuff, but in the middle of school? What planet is she from?" 

Brittany didn't respond, instead she merely stretched silently. Quinn was using her gossip voice and her face was all scrunched up in disgust. She got like that when she was saying something mean and not being herself.

The two blonde's had been best friends since first grade and Brittany had seen the real Quinn. But ever since they got into high school she'd seen less and less of real Quinn which made her sad. Why didn't Quinn think she could be herself? Why did she have to hide behind her cheerios uniform and her looks and bitchy voice?

Brittany guessed Quinn thought people would be mean to her if she didn't have those things. But Brittany wouldn't care if she didn't. And if anyone was mean to her she'd protect her friend. Why didn't Quinn know that? Brittany missed her.

"B?" Quinn called, snapping the taller blonde out of her sad thoughts. 

"Huh?"

"Well... Aren't you gonna say anything back?"

"Why would I?" The dancer smiled dumbly.

Quinn rolled her eyes. "That's just how it works when you talk behind someone's back. I said something mean so now you say something mean too."

Brittany's brow furrowed. "But being mean isn't nice..."

"That's the point!" Quinn suddenly yelled, dropping the leg she had been stretching and startling Brittany. "Why can't you understand that Britt?!" The shorter girl turned and stormed over to another cheerio, Macy, to gossip about Santana no doubt.

The taller blonde kept stretching and turned away from Quinn, thinking of the new girl. She seemed kind of like Quinn only she didn't hide behind the same things. She hid behind alcohol, and acting like she cared about nothing.

But then it occured to Brittany that maybe she truly just didn't care about anything. That made the blonde want to cry for Santana. Not caring about anything was the worst fate she could think of. If that were true Santana must feel so alone.

Brittany suddenly looked up and saw a wavering figure laying on the bleachers. She squealed excitedly noticing that it was Santana.

Then she turned and dashed up to meet Santana, fully aware that Quinn was glaring at her back. But for some reason she didn't care what Quinn thought at the moment.

Santana was laying on her back in a dark purple sports bra and booty shorts, smoking a cigarette.

Brittany sat next to her. "Hey. What're you doing?" She tried not to sound too eager.

"Tanning." The Latina answered in a monotone.

"Cool..." Brittany looked around, unsure what to do. "So do you-"

Santana let out a huff, cutting Brittany off. She raised her sunglasses to the top of her head and propped herself up on her elbows, looking pissed. "Is there any particular reason you chose to interupt my tanning time or are you just naturally annoying?"

The blonde gulped. There was that personality that Brittany would normally hate again. "I just saw you up here and you looked lonely-"

"You're a terrible liar, so stop trying." The latina cut her off.

Brittany sighed. "Okay, fine. The truth is that I just would really like to get to know you."

Santana gave her a hard stare and it seemed like hours were passing. "Why?" She finally asked.

"Because... I don't know. You're new and I like to make friends." She shrugged.

"But why would you want me as a friend?" Santana asked. "You're a cheerleader. You're blonde, popular, perfect. I'm destructive, weird, and the type of girl your prissy little parents would probably tell you to stay away from. So why?"

Brittany was quieted by Santana's speech. To tell the truth she didn't know why. Something about Santana drew Brittany in. It was so new to her to be this attracted to someone who she barely knew. It gave her a weird feeling in her stomach. Like butterflies, only the butterflies weren't just flying around, they were doing karate. In a strange way Brittany liked it. 

"Look..." Her voice wavered. "You have clearly gotten the wrong idea about me. I'm not perfect or... how you think I am. So just... shut up would you?"

Santana let out a barking laugh. "Cute. Trying to insult me are you?"

"No!" Brittany's eyes widened. 

"You couldn't insult anyone. Not even that Berry chick I met. And she's just..." Santana shuddered. "But look, you're Miss. Popular from a perfect family in a perfect town. You've got all your perfect friends and girls like that always want something they can't have. I'm what you can't have, I get it. But just stick to your celibacy club and prom queen status, okay hun?"

Once again Brittany was angered. She stood up quick. "Look, if you keep telling me how I'm perfect or Miss. Popular or whatever I'll... I'll hurt you! I can get angry and you've made me really mad! You're so awful and mean! You know what people are saying about you don't you?! Everyone thinks you're a freak! I didn't before but after how you've been talking to me maybe I do!"

Brittany could've sworn she saw a slight tear before the latina angrily lowered her sunglasses and lay back down, ignoring her.

"Oh sure just ignore me you coward!" And with that Brittany walked down the bleachers and away from Santana.