Come With Me: Chapter 1
It's 1:56 am.. Why would anybody be at her house. Another pebble hit the Brittany's window, sending her into full alertness. She had a pretty good idea of who it was. Santana. It had to be Santana. She got out of her bed and made quick steps to the window. And just as she thought, there the brunette was. She pointed to the front door, and Santana understanding the signal the two had shared many times before, she walked away.
Sleepily Brittany shuffled down the cold stairs from bedroom and into the main corridor of the house. The street lamp outside cast shadows on every knick-knack on the brown wooden table against the wall. Nobody else is up, and she can hear the sound of the small kitchen light flickering. She begins walking faster because, well... it always spooked her out. She quietly turned off the alarm, careful to avoid waking her parents and younger sister. She opened the door and couldn't stop the small smile that formed on her lips.
There she was. The Latina was so beautiful, even in the dark of the night, her hair was glowing from the light of the moon. She had her back to Brittany, her gentle brown locks spread over her red Cheerio's jacket. But despite her beauty, and the happiness Brittany received from seeing the Latina, she still wondered why she was here?
"Hey.." Brittany said in a low voice.
The Latina turned around quickly, almost as if she had forgotten she knocked.
"Hi Britt." She said this, with a voice full of sadness. As Brittany looked at her best friend, she noticed something. Tears. Her bestfriend was crying.
"San...What's wrong?"
She stepped through the door completely and wrapped the brunette in a tight hug. When the Latina hugged back, a sob was released that caused Brittany's heart to ache. But there was no answer to the question previously asked, so she asked again.
"San...Look at me. What's wrong? What happened?"
"I told her Britt.."
"Told who, what?
"My mom...I told her. I told her I love you." She said painfully and began to cry again, burying her face in the crook of Brittany's neck.
"Oh San.. What did she say to you? Did she hurt you?" Brittany asked, almost with an anger in her voice.
"She kicked me out. She said I was a disgrace and she doesn't know where she went wrong."
As she looked into Brittany's eyes, a tear drop fell down the side of her nose. Brittany kissed it away, and tightened her embrace around her fragile best friend.
"Let's go inside...you know you can stay here." Brittany took the Latina's hand and guided her towards the door. Once inside, she locked the door, turning the alarm back on.
"Go to my room, and get changed. I'll get you some water and be up in a sec."
With a quick nod in response and a partially hidden sniffle, the brunette found her way up the steps. As Brittany watched her disappear, she figured she should let her mom know. She walked into the kitchen and poured Santana a tall glass of cold water. Before she left she took a post-it from the block on the counter and scribbled a quick note letting her mom know the night's surprise and left it to be discovered in the morning.
She headed back upstairs and when she arrived at her room she found the light was already turned off. She stepped in and closed the door behind her. She could see a silhouette laying on her bed. On the right side of course, the same side the Latina always slept on.
"You still awake?" Brittany asked as she stepped over to the bedside and sat the glass on her nightstand.
"Yes...unfortunately." Santana responded in a grief-stricken whisper. "I wish I wasn't. I wish this never would have happened. My own mother hates me Brittany."
"No, San...don't ever say that. Your mother could never hate you. Ever. No matter what you do in life, regardless of if she agrees with it or not. She could never hate her daughter. I know it." Brittany said in a strong voice. The sureness and the truthfulness in her voice made the brunette relax. Santana always listened to Brittany. She couldn't help it.
"I wish you were right.."
"I am. Don't ever think anybody could hate somebody as amazing as you." She climbed in the bed behind the Latina and pulled her closer. Santana turned over so they were facing eachother, placing her hand over the blonde's waist.
"What am I supposed to do, Britt...where am I supposed to go." Santana whispered.
"Stay with me..." Brittany really in the sweetest tone she could manage.
"I love you. So much." Santana said, looking straight into those blue eyes that made her feel so wanted.
"I love you more..."
And with no more energy left, the Latina closed her eyes and fell asleep. Placing a soft kiss on her temple, Brittany did the same.
This story has a lot of developing to do, but it's gonna get there. I promise. :) Talk To Me!
