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.
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