Someone sent me an ask about Brittany finding out about Quinn and Santana.
Brittany flashes across her screen. She was a little surprised to see her calling. She was due back in Lima for regionals in a week.
“Hey B, What’s going on?” She asked softly.
“Is it true?” Brittany asks sharply.
“Britt,” Santana says confused. “You’re going to have to be more specific.”
“Did you and Quinn really sleep together at Mr. Schue’s wedding?” Her voice was thick with accusation and maybe a little disappointment.
Santana knew better than to lie. She was really curious how Brittany found out. She hadn’t told anyone. She knew for sure Quinn hadn’t. Quinn got shy enough when Santana made a crack about it. She wouldn’t dare tell anyone. “Yes. Quinn and I were together at Schue’s wedding.”
“I can’t believe you would do this to me… to us…” Brittany was starting to cry. Santana could hear it in her voice.
Santana didn’t want to snap. She didn’t want to be an asshole. “Britt, we aren’t together and you were at the wedding with your boyfriend. People hook up at weddings. I know it sucks, but I didn’t do anything wrong.”
“Unholy trinity…Start together, end together right?” Brittany said flatly. “I guess since we all slept with Puck the same year, I should just go sleep with Quinn too.”
Santana ran her fingers through her hair and sighed into the phone. “That’s not fair, Britt.”
“None of this of fair Santana,” Brittany tried to keep her tears and temper in check. “This just reminds me I got left behind all over again.”
Santana felt her angry rising. She never ever felt angry with Brittany. “Don’t put that in me, Britt. I told you I would stay.”
“Santana when I told you to go out into the world,” Brittany huffed, “I meant it. I didn’t mean for you to find something old and familiar.”
Santana sighed, “It was safe, Britt. That’s all.”
“What does that even mean Santana?” Brittany was clearly seething at this point.
“I knew I wouldn’t fall in love. I needed it to be safe, Britt. I had been in New York maybe two weeks. I was ready to stay in Lima for you just before that,” Santana tried to keep her feelings in check. “You were at the wedding with Sam. Quinn and I were fairly drunk. We were both lonely and it just happened.”
“You didn’t think it would hurt me?” Brittany said flatly.
“Britt, honestly,” Santana takes in a deep breath, “It was the first time in a long time I was trying to think of myself instead of you or us.”
Brittany sighed a little bit, “You were doing what you used to do…”
Santana sighed and asked Brittany to elaborate again. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I need context, Britt.”
“Before we got serious,” She said softly. “If you had sex you were always emotionally unavailable. You let yourself be with Quinn because you knew there would be no emotion attached.”
Santana just nodded her head as if Brittany could see. “Yeah. We both knew it would never be anything more than that night.”
“I’m sorry,” Brittany let out a soft apology. “You’re right. It wasn’t fair for me to ask you about it. It just hit me harder because it was Quinn.”
“Are we okay, Britt?” Santana asks softly.
“We’re always okay.” Brittany said surely, “We just need to keep talking to each other. Dinner just us when you’re in town for regionals?”
“That sounds good, Britt.” Santana let out a small sigh of relief. “I’ll call you later in the week.”
“I’ll be waiting,” Brittany’s voice was back to normal. It was soft. It was the Santana soft. The voice she only used with Santana. “I love you.”
“I love you too, Britt. I’ll talk to you later.” Even after they broke up, they still said I love you or some variation of it. They were still best friends. Things got a little rough right after they broke up, but they were still them.
Santana felt a little relief, a lot of guilt, and some curiosity. Relief that Brittany knew. Guilt because she had thought a little about how Brittany would feel about it all and curiosity of how Brittany found out. She had to know. She texted Brittany.
Who told you? Quinn and I never said anything to anyone.
Brittany answered her fairly quickly.
Tina saw you and Quinn kissing in the elevator apparently.
Santana didn’t really need anymore of an explanation. Her only thought was
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