Brittany stared at her phone ready for a text back at any moment from Santana but she would never receive it. She laid on her bed and eyed the two pictures on her nightstand; one was of her wheelchair bounded boyfriend, Artie, who once she saw his smile she couldn't help but smile. And beside his was of her ex-cheerleader best friend, Santana, who she, without planning, fell in love with.
Brittany rolled over on her side and eyed her clock. It was past eleven at night. She had a Spanish test in the morning, though she was pretty sure she was going to fail it because Becky was now switched out of the class she figured she still might as well get a goods night rest.
She looked at her phone once more before sliding in under her pillow and falling into a deep sleep.
The next day… Brittany made her way towards her locker in a slow walk, she didn't get much sleep last night with the constant people taking over her mind and filling it with pointless conversations and weird hats. Of course, she didn't realize it was a dream until her alarm went off.
She opened her locker and found her Spanish book; she picked it up and glanced over it once not really knowing what it was saying. She looked up to see Santana making her way down the hallway.
"Santana!" Brittany yelled, Santana looked at her and paused. It looked as if she didn't know whether to come over or not, apparently she had no choice because her locker was right beside her's.
Santana opened her locker rather quickly without making eye contact with Brittany at all. She grabbed her backpack and rummaged through it for a text book.
"So, those people came back." Brittany said casually.
Still, Santana made no movement that she heard her.
"I'm starting to think they're trying to take over my brain, they keep doing different things every night. Last night they were in funny hats."
Santana found her text book and put it into her locker.
"You were one of the people…" Brittany said almost mouse-like, "Were you under my pillow?"
Santana sighed, "No." Still no eye contact was made, "You were dreaming, Brittany."
"I got you to talk to me!" Brittany yelled with glee. Santana closed her locker and positioned her backpack on her back.
"Yes, fine, you got me to talk to you, satisfied?"
"No, why won't you look at me?"
Santana looked around the crowded hallway; she saw Sam and Artie having a discussion that looked to be nothing of importance. Finn and Quinn were giving each other the eye from across the hall and Rachel was seen watching them desperately.
"I don't need to look at you to talk to you."
"It would help; it looks like you're talking to the door."
"Maybe I am."
"But doors can't talk back…Can they?"
Santana sighed again and turned to look at her shoes, "No, doors can't talk Brittany."
"Then why are you talking to one?"
"I'm not!" Santana yelled, her anger was building up inside of her and she couldn't control her emotions anymore. She thought she could but being inches away from Brittany, the girl she poured her heart out to, in this same spot less than 24 hours ago was not something she expected to do so soon.
"You just don't get it…You never do…" Santana said shaking her head.
Santana looked up at her, "Looking at you is like a poison, don't you see that? Less than 24 hours ago I stood here and told you I loved you…"
"San, I know and I'm sor…"
"Don't even say you're sorry again."
"But I am, I am sorry. I love you; you have to know that I do."
"You make me feel like a second choice, Brit."
"But you're not!"
"Artie? Artie over me?"
"I couldn't break his heart."
"So you break mine instead?"
Brittany was silent and turned to her locker and grabbed her Spanish book again, she closed it shut and leaned her head against it breathing softly.
"I don't know what to say…I just want my friend back."
"I told you it would be better without feelings, but you pushed it…"
"I was confused, our relationship was confusing."
"Shoes confuse you."
"They're twins, how do you know which one is left and which one is right?"
"That's not the point, Brittany. I was fine without emotions and feelings…"
"No you weren't."
"Yes, I was."
"You think you were because you never talked about feelings."
"Feelings are dumb to have, they make you cry and yell and do things that you don't normally do."
Santana paused, "I wasn't supposed to fall in love with you. You were just that blonde girl I met at cheerleading camp, nothing more nothing less."
"We can't predict what will happen, San."
"You're right; we can't, because if I could I would have stopped myself from meeting you."
"So the only hot girl I would have to love would be myself." Santana slammed her locker and stormed off leaving Brittany dumbfounded.