From hate comes love (Brittana story) episode 120

Michael: *looking at her, breathing a little faster, still in the same position* Brittany: *says with a shiver into her voice* Did you just... ? *shakes her head, walks away* Michael: *follows her* Baby i.. *interrupted* Brittany: Don't baby me! I'm not your baby.. *walks to the kitchen, grabs a towel, holds it under the tap, holds it against her cheek* Michael: *comes her way* Brittany i didn't meant to hit you.. come here.. *walks closer to her* Brittany: *takes steps back, looking at him* Michael: *eyes widen* Are you scared of me? Brittany: If you don't.. *swallows her crying away* if you don't go now, i'll call the cops! Michael: What?! Brittany? I am your boyfriend! Brittany: exactly! a girl doesn't get hit by her boyfriend! Michael: Brittany.. you don't know how sorry i am! I was so mad that i just.. *interrupted* Brittany: Oh yeah? that's your excuse? You were mad.. So all the other times that you get mad i need to hide or something?! *shakes her head, walks away* bullshit.. Michael: *follows her upstairs* I love you.. Brittany: You don't care about me! *walks into her room* Michael: I do! I'm so so sorry! *walks into the room* Brittany: *turns around, mad* Have you any idea how many times Santana and i got mad at each other?! Michael: I... *interrupted* Brittany: And do you know how many times we hit eachoter?! Michael: Well i.. *interrupted* Brittany: None! Not just once! Michael: But i.. *interrupted* Brittany: I don't wanna hear any other word out of your mouth today! I'm done with you! Out of my house now! Michael: I don't wanna leave like this.. I don't want to lose you.. Brittany: *closes her eyes, opens them again, shouts* Out of my fucking house now!! *breaks down in crying, holds the towel against her face* Michael: *walks to her, wants to bend over to give her a kiss on the head* Brittany: *turns her head and walks away* Don't touch me! Michael: *sighs sadly, walks to the door, looks over his shoulder, sighs, then leaves* (Meanwhile with Santana) Santana: Thanks Noah.. Puck: *has his arms around Santana* That's what friends are for right? Santana: *sighs deeply* Yeah.... Puck: Sow whats the plan? *sits up, looks at Santana* Santana: *shrugs* Nothing really.. as long as she is together with that asshole, i don't want anything to do with her.. Puck: San.. you're lying.. Santana: *goes with her hands over her face* I know.. Why do i need to love her? Puck: Ever heard of true love? *lifts santana's chin up* It will always find it way back.. Santana: *sighs deeply, looking into Pucks eyes* I think i'm gonna call Demi.. Puck: *frowns* Why? Santana: I need someone to cuddle on to.. *grabs her phone* Puck: San don't do this! *grabs her hand* Cuddle with me.. *opens his arms* Santana: I need a warm.. *looks up, raises an eyebrow* Woman body! Puck: *sighs, let his arms fall down* Brittany will not appreciate it.. Santana: So what?! I bet she is laying into the bed with her *talks sarcastic* Oh so sweet boyfriend Michael.. *rolls her eyes* Puck: Where's Marly? Santana: With my mother, why? Puck: What if i pick her up for you?? If someone can make you happy , it's your daughter! Santana: *small smile* That's sweet.. and your totally right.. but She feels the negative energie.. and i don't want to put her through that.. I'll pick her up tomorrow morning.. Puck: true.. *sighs* You want me to stay the night? Santana: *looks up* No no, you don't have to! I think izzy is not so happy with that.. Puck: *frowns* Why not? She knows that you're my best friend.. Santana: *smiles hopefully* if you want to.. Puck: Ofcourse! silly! *winks at Santana, stands up* i'm gonna call izzy, be right back! Santana: *sighs deeply, grabs her phone, frowns as she sees an message from brittany, opens it* I miss you. Santana: *frowns, sends something back* What is this from?? xo san. Santana: *gets something back after some minutes* Don't freak out but.. He just hit me.. right in the face.. and i didn't even told him yet.. I guess if i will tell him a lot of other bruises are coming.. Don't freak out.. i love you.. i speak to you tomorrow.. Santana: *jumps up, eyes widen* What?!?! *grabs her keyes*