Mirror in the Sky (Brittana fanfic, Chapter Two)

Chapter Two
Santana stopped as she came to a dead end in the hallway. She threw herself against a locker and slumped to the floor, not even bothering to muffle her sobs. Brittany caught up shortly and sat cross-legged next to her, humming their latest glee club assignment as if nothing strange was happening. That was Brittany - so detached from everything else.
"I hate it when elevators smell funny," she chirped.
Santana sniffed, but said nothing.
"I actually just hate elevators," Brittany continued. "There are so many buttons..."
She went back to humming, slowly rocking back and forth in tempo. A warm feeling spread through Santana every time Brittany's shoulder brushed against hers, which just made her cry harder. Brittany finally noticed after a few minutes.
"You don't have to cry about this, you know," she said.
Santana glared at her.
"I need you, Britt!" she cried. "But I can't have you, and...and it's killing me..."
"Who says you can't have me?" Brittany replied, smiling broadly.
"You," growled Santana. "You and that stupid wheelchair kid."
Brittany brushed a tear off Santana's cheek with one of her leg warmers.
"What Artie doesn't know won't hurt him," she whispered, brushing hair away from Santana's face.
A glimmer of hope shone in Santana's eyes, and was reflected perfectly in Brittany's. They stayed like that for a while, just gazing at each other, marvelling at the passion that was coursing through their veins. Then Santana couldn't take it any longer and wrapped her arms around Brittany, pressing their lips together urgently. Their bodies fit together perfectly, like they were always meant to be this way, forever entwined in each other's longing embrace. They tried not to cry, but just couldn't contain it any longer, and their tears intermingled as they kissed.
"We should probably go to glee rehearsal," Brittany mumbled after a few minutes.
Santana smiled, nuzzling her nose against Brittany's. They helped each other up and hugged one more time, rocking back and forth so close that their thighs and stomachs touched, and they giggled with delight as they nearly lost their balance. Santana wiped her eyes, still at a loss as to how she should be feeling.
"Our little secret?" Brittany asked as they broke apart.
"For now," Santana replied, grinning.
They walked back to the choir room, holding pinkies and giggling the entire way there.

Brittana Fanfic (for current lack of a better title): Chapter One

Chapter One
A half-hearted smile played across Santana's face as she listened to another one of Sam's idiotic ramblings. She wasn't even really listening; all her attention was on the girl at the other side of the choir room, the girl with leg warmers on her arms and a blank look in her eyes. Santana filled with longing as she watched her, and she didn't even bother suppressing it this time. She knew what she wanted, and what she wanted was Brittany. The feelings were too profound to be denied any longer.
She looked back at Sam, who was too daft to even notice that she hadn't been listening.
"So I think there should be more jelly than peanut butter," he said. "The peanut butter is just so overpowering, you know? Makes you want to chug a bunch of water."
"Yeah," Santana mumbled. "Totally."
Sam pursed his lips.
"You know," he said, bringing his voice lower, "something gives me the feeling you're never really paying attention to what I'm saying."
"Oh, really, dumbass?" shot Santana.
Sam gasped stupidly and started to say something, but Santana tuned him out and looked back over to where Brittany was. She was with that wheelchair kid now, sitting on his lap as she fussed over his hair. A raging jealously washed over Santana. This was worse than any jealously she had ever felt before - and believe me, she could get jealous like no one else. But this time was different. She actually loved Brittany. It wasn't lust, or need for popularity, like she had felt for Puck, Sam, or Finn. She wanted Brittany for, well, Brittany, and nothing else. The knowledge that she couldn't get the one thing she wanted more than anything else, for the first time in her life, made her want to kill a bitch. Preferably the bitch in the wheelchair.
"Santana!" Sam yelled.
She rolled her eyes.
"Listen, dork," Santana growled. "I don't think you get what being my boyfriend means. It means that you don't talk to me about sandwiches, you don't bother me when I'm obviously immersed in something else, and you don't expect me to pay any attention to you when we're doing anything that doesn't involve making out. Got it?"
Sam opened his mouth to say something, then closed it and nodded.
Santana gazed back at Brittany. She was giving Wheelchair Kid cute pecks on the cheek and toying with his glasses - that was too much. Santana left just as the tears started to well in her eyes.
*****
Santana hurled things into her locker with a force that could knock out a sumo wrestler. She didn't care that she was probably breaking her books, or that tears were ferociously streaming down her face. She didn't care about anything anymore...anything but Brittany.
"Are you okay?" said a voice from down the hall.
Santana cringed. She knew that voice like no other.
"Leave me alone, Britt," she muttered through clenched teeth.
"Santana, I want to help you," Brittany said. She reached out her arms, but Santana flinched back.
"You're only m-making things worse," she stammered. "Go away, Brittany...j-just go!"
She stormed down the hall, not even bothering to close her locker.
"What did I even do?" Brittany yelled, running after her.
Santana didn't respond. She just trudged onwards, each step away from Brittany piercing her heart and making her tears flow harder, her sobs come louder.