SANTANA's POV

Two years. I have felt this way about Britt for two years and have yet to be able to do a damn thing about it. It's not like I don't want to-because trust me I do- she's had a boyfriend the whole time I have loved her. He's such an asshole. She knows it, I know it, everyone knows it. But she's still with him. I just wish one time, one goddamn time, she'd realize that she needs to end it. This may seem like me being selfish but even Quinn and Rachel think so too. I may not particularly like Rachel but I agree with her.

*bbbbzzzzz*

Incoming Text: Britt-Britt

Hey San, can you come over? It's really important..-B

TO Britt-Britt: Be there in ten. -S

Important? I hope Britt isn't in trouble.

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After a ten minute drive, I made it safely to Brittany's apartment. I go to knock on her door but it is slightly opened so I just push it open.

"Britt?"

Nothing.

"Brittany?"

All of a sudden a loud sob came from down the hall. I run down the hall as the sobs get louder I burst into Britt's bedroom door.

"Britt? What's wrong? What happened?"

"H-he h-hit me S-San." She said in between sobs.

Anger flared and coursed through my body like there was no tomorrow.

"Where? Where did he hit you Britt? Let me see."

I went to pull her hands away from her face but she just cowered further into herself. Whenever I find this bastard he'll regret even thinking about touching her.

"C'mon Britt you gotta let me see it so I can help you. Please? It's just me; I'm not going to hurt you. I promise."

She reluctantly moved her hands away from her face and I could already see the purple starting to show with the swelling of her right eye. I have no clue what happened but all I know now is that after I make sure Britt is okay, he's never going to be seen again.

"Let's go put some ice on that," I said calmly. But she didn't move from her spot on the bed. "Or I'll go get some. I'll be right back B." The slight nod she gave let me know she heard me.

As I walked down the hallway to the kitchen, I see the shambles the place is in. Britt's normally clean floor has clothes and shards of glass everywhere. On the red couch, clothes are laying randomly as if she was in the middle of folding them when she was interrupted. As I make it to the kitchen, I see a broken chair and smashed dirty dishes. And I thought I had anger issues.

I got her some ice and wrapped a clean towel around it so it wouldn't be too cold on her face. As I walk back into her room, I notice she is sleeping peacefully. I sit the ice next to her face and brush some loose strands of her gorgeous blonde hair back from her face. I sit there for a while but I start to even creep myself out so I leave to finish folding her clothes and clean the apartment. But not before a gentle, barley there kiss to her forehead.

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Two hours, some crappy daytime television and a can of Dr. Pepper later, I hear someone treading down the hall. I look up and see a bruised but still beautiful blonde looking somewhat tired coming towards me. Figuring now isn't the time to ask what happened I make some room for her on the couch to cuddle.

"Hey," she mumbles tiredly and I can't help but find it completely cute.

"Hey yourself. Would you like to join me?" I ask hesitantly still remembering her reaction earlier.

I get my answer as she walks over and makes herself comfortable leaning against me. She grabs the remote and changes it to a Disney movie. Finding Nemo. One of her all time favorites. We watch the movie in a comfortable silence until she speaks, "Not that I don't mind but why are you hear?"

"You texted me around noon and asked me to come over. Said it was important. So I came over, saw your face, tried to help, and you fell asleep. How does your face feel?"

After a moment she looks up at me with sadness and hurt in her eyes and immediately I feel that anger towards her stupid boyfriend, Sam. "It hurts a lot. Thanks for the ice and for coming over by the way."

"It's not a problem Britt. That's what best friends are for. Do you mind telling me what happened though?"

She looks back down and I begin to think that she doesn't really want to talk about it just yet, But as as soon as I go to change the subject she says, "He got mad. Like super mad. Even worse than you that one time Rachel beat you in poker."

"She. Cheated."

"If you say so San," she says with a little chuckle that melts my heart.

"What made him so angry?"

"He thinks..that I'm interested in someone else."

Someone else? Dammit. Just my luck.

"Who?" I ask tentatively.

"Umm..he thinks that I have feelings for uh, you actually," she said nervously.

"Me huh? Why does he think that?" well that was a complete shock. She's my best friend. Yeah she's bi-curious but that doesn't automatically make her have feeling for me since we're close and I'm Lebanese.

"He says we spend more time together than I spend with him. He thinks you're in love with me or something and he's jealous. When I told him that we were just friends he freaked and started throwing things. He had had a few drinks which only made him angrier. After I kept denying my feelings for you he hit me. I stood there in shock for all of five seconds before I kneed him where the sun don't shine and ran to my room. I heard the apartment door slam a few minutes later and that's when I texted you."

Wait, did she say she was denying her feelings for me? Does that mean she has feelings for me that she thought she needed to deny? God, I hope so.

"So he just left? No apology or anything?"
"Yeah pretty much. I don't have any calls or texts from him either so I don't know where he's at, what he's doing-"

"Who he's doing."

She gave me a stern look that said I went too far.

"Sorry" Not really.

"Anyway, I just hope he hasn't hurt himself or anything," she said worriedly.

"Who cares? Look at what he did to you Britt. He deserves whatever is coming to him." I said as I stood up from my position on the couch, ready to hunt the bastard down.

"San, where are you going? Don't hurt him!" she yelled as I walked out the door.

"No promises Britt!" and with that I took off in search of the asshole who hit my girl.. I mean Brittany.

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After two hours of searching I got a text from Britt telling me that Sam was at her apartment apologizing and bawling his eyes out like the baby he is. Okay, maybe she didn't call him a baby but he she did say the other stuff. He's lucky I didn't find his ass first. Letting out an irritated sigh, I headed home.

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