A/N: Thanks for the response guys! I'll try and keep updating!

Santana decided to ditch her last few periods, the social surroundings being too much for her to handle. She was used to people talking about her, but this was entirely different, because it wasn't just about her, it was about Brittany, and she couldn't handle it.

I heard Quinn caught them in the bathroom together

Yeah, she saw Santana fingering Brittany

Poor Brittany, she's just going to get hurt.

Santana kept going over the accusations in her head. Even people who didn't really know her, had never even had a conversation with her, knew that she was going to hurt Brittany. Santana's phone had kept going off through class, messages from Puck continuously popping up on her lock screen.

Puck: Where did you go?

Puck: Brittany's crying. Did you do something?

Puck: Quinn is really mad at you. You want to talk about what happened?

Puck: San, come on. We're friends still, aren't we? I want to make sure you're okay.

Puck did have a good side. She'd wondered if Quinn saw it too, if that's why she was so adamant about making him hers. Santana typed out a reply, telling him that she was fine and she'd see him tomorrow. She didn't want to tell him what happened, she didn't want to think about what she'd done to Brittany. It had taken so much for her to even get the blonde to kiss her, and to just walk away from her, the memory made Santana feel sick.

Santana heard a knock at the door, slowly making her way off the couch to the source of the sound. She looked through the side window, blonde hair catching her eyes. Taking a deep breath, she opened the door, wanting to at least get a chance to explain to Brittany what was going on in her head.

"Hey B-" Santana started, instantly cut off by a fist to the chest. She stumbled back slightly, her hand making its way to the area of pain. "Are you fucking insane?" Santana half-shouted, leaning against the door. She looked at her attacker, running her eyes up and down her frame, wondering how such a fragile being could pack such a punch.

"No where near as insane as you" Quinn replied, smirking up at Santana, "Brittany's being crying all day, and I know you don't give a fuck but you won't get away with what you did to her."

"Oh, and what exactly did I do?" Santana questioned, moving closer to the girl. She'd faced girls like Quinn at her old school. Tough exterior, weak as shit whenever they're targeted. She saw fear cross over her features for a second, but soon went back to stand her ground.

"Did you fuck her?" Quinn asked, crossing her arms over her chest. Santana stifled a laugh, bringing her hand up to cover her mouth.

"Did she say I did?" she retorted, wondering where on earth Quinn had gotten the idea that Brittany had let Santana touch her. She'd barely let her kiss her.

"No, but she was crying. Something about you leaving. Assumed the great Santana Lopez had come and gone. Reputations are fleeting Santana, but they find a way to stick." Quinn replied, leering at the Latina in front of her.

"I didn't touch her." Santana mumbled, closing the door, only to be cut off by Quinn's grip on the frame.

"She's a good girl Santana. Not the brightest, but she's a good person," she whispered, "she deserves better than you. And you know it." With that, Quinn let the door go, leaving Santana alone once again.

Even though she despised Quinn, she couldn't help but believe that she was right. When she saw Brittany, she saw just how amazing the world was, how happy life could be. She wondered what Brittany saw when she looked at her, and if it was anything good. Maybe she was just like Quinn. Maybe she saw Santana as a person that could be fixed, that could be bettered, simply because she wasn't good enough.

She deserves better than you

The words rang through Santana's mind, constantly filling her head with every little aspect in which Brittany was better than her. She'd known since day one that Brittany was better than her, but to hear it, to have it confirm by someone she hates, it made it real to her. And she couldn't escape it.

And you know it.

A/N: Really short update, I apologise. Kinda don't know where to go with this fic to be honest. Any ideas would be greatly appreciated!