Rejection

Santana collapsed onto her bed with a groan. Why couldn't Brittany see that she loved her? Why couldn't they both be happy with each other? Ok, so maybe part of that was Santana's fault, in being unable to come out to the school, but Brittany was happy with Artie. Right?

She slowly got up and walked over to the framed photo on her table. It was the two of them; the blonde had a genuine smile on her face and eyes with such clarity when with Santana. The dark-haired girl looked even more gorgeous when her thoughts were focused only on the normally clueless girl.

She fingered the photo and sighed. Why can't everyday I spend with her be like this?

The tears slowly built up and her self-control crumbled, tears flowing out. A single teardrop fell onto the photo.

Santana took in a deep breath to steady herself and put the picture down. This couldn't keep happening. No, she will not cry over one person. She will stop. And the only way to do that is to steal her lovable blonde away from the four-eyed cripple.

She turned on her computer and searched up some songs.

Tomorrow, a certain blonde was going to be serenaded.

*RING*

Santana woke from her short reverie and leaped out of her chair with unusual swiftness. English was finally over and Glee Club was next. She confidently strode over to the class, passing a few kids being thrown into lockers and avoiding a slushie thrown by Karofsky. She stopped in front of the classroom door until the bell rang. She took in a deep breath, and walked in.

Mr. Shue was explaining excitedly about a new lesson and was using exaggerated hand movements to prove his point. Santana walked in right when Will shouted out, "…so you guys, I was thinking that this week can be Journey week agai-"

"Hey, Mr. Shue. Would it be okay if I sang a song today?" Santana interrupted, smiling mischievously to hide her uneasiness. As Mr. Schue frowned and opened his mouth to respond, she quickly rushed out, "It's important, Mr. Schue. Please?" All of New Directions stared at her strangely, while Will, confused by Santana's change from her normal attitude, slowly nodded. Santana gave the piano man her sheet music, turned to face her peers, and said loudly and clearly, "This is for you, Brittany."

Ignoring the shocked faces of some, the knowing expression from Kurt, a slight glare from Artie, and a gleeful look upon Brittany's face, she waited for the music to start, and opened her mouth to sing.

Say, wasn't that a funny day?

Gee, you had a funny way-a way about you.

A kind of glow of something new.

She slowly walked towards Brittany, willing her to remember all the times they had together.

Sure- I'll admit that I'm the same.

Another sucker for a game kids like to play,

And the rules they like to use.

She reached out for Brittany's hands and gently pulled her out of her seat.

Don't you want the way I feel?

Don't you want the way I feel?

Don't you want the way I feel for you?

Brittany giggled while the rest of New Directions gaped at the sudden song. Santana smiled, happy that Brittany was happy, and slowly twirled Brittany around.

The sun; telling me the night is done.

Well I refuse to let it stop our fun.

Close your eyes-we'll make it dark again.

And kiss; there's a thought, so how 'bout this?

The slender Latina then leaned in and gently kissed Brittany on the lips.

Let's pretend that both our lips are made of candy.

After all, we need sweets every now and then.

Artie's mouth fell open, with a slightly suspicious look towards Brittany and frowned as Santana pulled Brittany in closer to her.

Don't you want the way I feel?

Don't you want the way I feel?

Don't you want the way I feel for you?

Don't you want the way that I feel for you?

Brittany giggled as the song ended and Santana pulled her into a deep hug.

"So Brittany?" Santana asked, motivated by Brittany's look of contentment, "Will you go out with me this Saturday? Breadstix?" She was confident Brittany would agree and shot Artie a look of victory.

Brittany seemed to notice that, and with much more focus than anyone has ever seen present on her face, she shook her head. "I…I can't. You know I would love to, Santana, I really do. But I love Artie and I- I just can't do this to him."

Artie beamed at that, while Santana stared in shock, realizing what had just happened. Her face changed to one of great sorrow, and with a sob, she quickly ran out the door.

"Santana? Wait! Don't go!" Brittany yelled, running out to comfort Santana.

There was an eerie silence as the two former Cheerios ran out, and the New Directions were left to stared confusedly at what just happened.

"What the hell was that all about?" Finn muttered.

"…I'm not sure, but I think Santana just hit on my girlfriend," Artie said with a slight frown.

"Santana? Are you in here?" Brittany asked, gently pushing open the bathroom door to find the once confident and poised girl piled in a heap next to a bathroom stall looking more vulnerable than ever before.

She walked over and bent down to talk to the girl. She pulled out a bag of licorice and offered, "Would you care for a delicious Red Vine? I heard that they could make you feel a lot better." She took one out and bit into it, then took another one out and waved it in Santana's face. "They're like magic, they really are."

Santana swatted the candy away. "You know, I would really appreciate being alone," she sniffled, wiping away tears. "That's kind of why I ran out of the room."

"Santana, did you really mean it when you told me that you loved me?" Brittany's cheerful face turned serious as she questioned the baffled Latina.

Santana sniffed and answered, "Yes, I did Brittany. Why else would I sing that to you in front of the glee club? I confronted my fears, like you told me to but you still rejected me!" Her voice rosed higher and higher. "I love you, Brittany. Please, please, will you just forget about that cripple and just be with me?"

Brittany stood up and said, "A cripple? What is that, like a type of food? Artie's my boyfriend, whether you like it or not. He is not food. I've tasted him, he's doesn't taste that good. Unlike these Red Vines." She walked to the door. "And I don't want to ever hear you say that again." She opened the door, but soon turned back and said, "If you really loved me, you would've been able to say 'yes' when I asked you to prom. You still haven't confronted your fears, yet." She left to go back to class, leaving Santana to ponder over what she had just said.

"Hey, Kurt. Can I talk to you?"

Kurt turned to face whoever had called him. He looked surprised as he saw who it was. "Quinn? Yeah, uhh…sure. What do you need?"

She pulled him back into the choir room and whispered, "Prom is coming up and I really need your help finding a new dress."

Kurt laughed. "You? Quinn Fabray, fashion expert, voted 'trendiest girl in school', need my help with clothes?"

Quinn looked around and shushed him. "Look, ever since Finn broke up with me, I've been looking for a way to get him back. I need him to win Prom Queen. Not just that but I do actually care for him. And…" She hesitated. "And…I have no one else to go shop with me. I tried just looking for something on my own, but it would really help if I had someone to criticize and give their opinion on it. So?"

"I would be glad to help. When and where?" He said kindly, offering her his arm. She took it and they walked out the room, discussing prom.

"Finn!" Santana yelled, running to catch up to him. "Wait up!" Finn stopped and turned to see who it was, and looked surprised when he saw it was Santana.

"Hey Santana. What's u-"

"I need your help," She cried out urgently. "You need to help me win Brittany, and I'll need you to help me come out to the school but still remain popular."

Finn was confused. "Wait, you want me to do…what?"

"You heard me. It's a simple question. I mean, I know you're as bright as Alaska in December, but..." She trailed off as Finn began to look offended. "Sorry, but anyways, will you help me?"

Song used: "Don't You" by Darren Criss.

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or the song used.