Before Brittany answered Quinn decided to call Santana, the girl was her best friend and Quinn knew that she needs her. She found her phone and she called Santana. Quinn felt bad about Santana, she knew that she really loved Brittany, and she knew that Brittany really loved Santana. Even though Quinn wasn’t the nicest girl in the whole world when it comes to her real friends she just knew that it’s not right that she feels something for Brittany, but she had those feelings.
Brittany hummed to herself as she rode to the park, flying past all of the houses, turning the corners as sharply as possible. Riding was exhilarating, she had participated in a few motocross races and had loved the feeling. You’ve been hit by, you’ve been struck by—a smooth criminal! She skidded to a stop at the park, lifting her bike up as she walked towards the swings, humming a different tune.
Quinn had a really bad day. She want to school that morning, and as usual she smiled, a lot. She wasn’t happy at all, the only thing she wanted was to leave school and to go home. If it wasn’t enough cheer leading practice went awful. Even though Quinn looked so happy, inside she was devastated, but she couldn’t talk about it, she was Quinn Fabray, the head cheerleader, the girlfriend of the one and the only Finn Hudson. To be honest she didn’t love him at all. She liked him, obviously, he is a good guy, but she she’s not able to love him or any other guy. No one can understand how she feels around all those girls in their shirt skirts. Guys supposed to like it, not girls. Quinn knew it’s not right, but she just couldn’t change the way she feels. And if it’s not enough, her patents think that she’s Ms. Perfect, and now they started talking with her about collage.
They seemed to all be from a frantic Quinn. Brittany felt guilty for a moment, knowing that, besides Santana, Brittany was the only one Quinn was close with, even more so than her boyfriend, Finn. She had abandoned her friend and she was nearly postive that the other blonde had spent her classes alone. Probably Cheerios practice, too. The three girls were best friends and the top bitches at McKinley, without each other… They had each built up the other two while tearing everyone else down, they operated perfectly together—Quinn, their all-knowing leader commanding the halls of McKinley, Santana the snide second hand (wo)man keeping everyone in line, and Brittany, the one who could make an insult seem like a compliment, making sure her girls stayed out of trouble with the staff, often a distraction. They ruled and everyone knew it. But now, everything was going to be different. They were going to be different. Brittany, not for the first nor last time that day wondered how the three would manage.
Brittany was heartbroken. Santana, after years of sweet lady kisses trailing along her neck to whisper sweeter promises into her ear, after all the pinky linking, and “extra Cheerios practice” decided that Brittany was not good enough. Or, at least, that’s how Brittany saw it. She saw the fear in the normally fearless girl’s dark eyes. The ones that should have reflected her own blue ones’ hope and love and support. They could have been unstoppable. But, alas, Brittany did not have the parts that would make it okay for Santana to love her. She was not a boy. And, what Brittany found the saddest, Santana did not have the parts to ignore her biggest flaw. Santana did not possess the heart. So she ended their relationship and left Brittany leaning against her locker, the weight of the reality too much to bear. She replayed the conversation in her head.
