This is it. The moment I've been waiting for since I left for college. Ninety-one days away from her… my true love.
Santana got out of the taxi, the driver taking her luggage out of the trunk. She stood there looking at the school she used to rule. Nothing different, of course, why would it be different?
Santana shook her head and started towards the school with her duffel bag on her shoulder. With each step, her heart pounded faster.
Come on, Lopez. It's not like you haven't seen her. You've had Skype dates and talked for hours, on the phone, on the weekends.
Santana opened the double doors and proceeded to walk down the halls. She knew this was going to be the best surprise. She needed her girlfriend and she needed to see those blue eyes in person – the ones she could get lost in forever.
Santana wasn't supposed to be home until tomorrow. She had begged her parents to get her an earlier flight so she could surprise Brittany. She also had finished classes yesterday so why spend an extra day at college when she could be home?
She took out her phone, looking at the time, knowing Brittany would be heading towards Glee because she had a free period.
Right outside the choir room, Santana took a deep breath.
The only thing blocking you from her is a door.
The Latina opened the door with the biggest smile on her face, and heart beating… but once she saw what was happening in front of her, the smile was replaced with an open mouth, and wide eyes.
She started literally shaking and it was as if her entire world came crashing down.
"San-" Brittany started calling her name, but she wasn't going to stay any longer.
Santana grabbed her bag and sprinting towards the door. The scene was exactly like the one from when she fled from Sue's office after seeing the campaign that would out her.
She pushed open the double doors and saw Quinn sitting in her car waiting for Santana and Brittany.
Thank fucking God I called her ahead of time to pick us up.
Santana jumped in the car, bag in lap.
"Go, Fabray! Now!" The brunette yelled at the blonde next to her.
Quinn saw Brittany coming out of the doors and was very confused, but the pained look on both their faces told her something was up and not to fight with the fiery Latina and did as she was told.
As Quinn was leaving the parking lot, she looked in her rear view mirror and saw an upset Brittany looking at them longingly. But, before she could ask Santana what the hell just happened, said girl was sobbing hysterically into the bag.
"She… She… I fucking hate her!" Santana said in between sobs.
Quinn quickly side glanced towards the crying girl next to her and could see she was seriously distraught. Thinking it better to take her to her own house, Quinn turned the right instead of left.
Santana noticed the turn, "I… Just take me home," she said barely audible, tears still streaming down her face.
"No, Santana. I'm taking you to my house. My mom's at work still and I want you to explain to me what the fuck just happened." She knew not to mention that Santana couldn't possibly hate Brittany, but she didn't know what was happening, nor did she want to cause the Latina to explode any further.
When they pulled up into the Fabray driveway, Santana opened the car door before the car had fully stopped and made her way to the porch, pacing back and forth.
Quinn stepped out of her car and leaned against the door. She took in the entire situation that just happened and looked in front of her. Santana was so happy yesterday when she called Quinn. Now, she looked like she was about to hit something.
Right as Quinn thought that, she saw Santana take her phone out, laugh humorlessly and throw it against one of the big decorative stones in the front yard garden.
This caused Quinn to go into action; she ran towards Santana and wrapped her arms around the brunette. At first Santana put up a fight, but then her knees seemed to give out and she was a sobbing mess. Quinn gently lowered her, never letting go of her embrace around Santana.
"Shhh... San, calm down. Please." She began to rub calming circles on the Latina's back.
Once Quinn thought Santana seemed calmer, she helped lift her up and walked her into the house.
"Why don't you go to the upstairs bathroom and splash some cold water on your face. I'll be right up there, I'm just going to get your bag and what's left of your phone." Quinn said thoroughly worried now and wanting to get to the bottom if this.
Santana ignored her and just went upstairs.
She grabbed the duffel bag, and what was left of Santana's phone. As she walked into her house, she felt her phone vibrate. She took it out, noticing it was Brittany calling.
Quinn hated being in the middle of situations like this, but for something to cause the girl upstairs to verbally express hatred towards the bubbly blonde, meant something was definitely wrong.
She shook her head, "sorry B. But right now, San needs me more...," she ignored the call and turned her phone off.
Once upstairs, Quinn saw that Santana was in her bed, curled in a ball. She looked so vulnerable and broken.
Trying to lighten the mood, Quinn said, "you know, you're mom's probably going to kill you for damaging your perfectly functional iPhone. I mean I know the 5th one just came out, but that doesn't mean you need to ruin yours."
She got nothing.
"Come on, S, tell me what happened. Please." Quinn walked towards the crying girl and sat next to her on the bed, putting a comforting hand on her arm.
"She cheated…" Santana barely whispered.
Quinn was taken aback. She didn't think Brittany would ever do that. Maybe what Santana thought was wrong, or one big misunderstanding?
"I'm sure she didn't cheat on you, S." Quinn said calmingly. Trying not to provoke the crying girl. From past experiences it was best not to fuck with Santana when she was drunk or emotional.
Santana whipped around and sat up, tears still flowing down her cheeks.
"No. When I walked into the fucking choir room, I saw her. She was standing in the middle of the room and her lips were attached to Trouty Mouth's. His hand on the back of her head." Santana lay back down, burying her head in the pillow.
Quinn didn't know what to say. She did know that she was pissed, pissed at Brittany. She warned the girl not to hurt Santana and vice versa. But Trouty Mouth? Really? Quinn couldn't even call the boy by his real name.
They sat like that for a while, Santana lying down, and Quinn rubbing her back smoothly.
Quinn was broken out of her trance when her house phone started ringing for the sixth time. She slowly got up, to not wake the sleeping girl. She looked at the ID and saw it was Santana's house. Probably wondering what happened to their daughter who was supposed to check in with them for dinner. Did that much time really pass?
Quinn looked at the clock and saw it was already 10 at night.
"Hello?" Quinn answered.
"Quinn, sweetie, have you seen Santana? We called her cell and it went straight to voice mail." Maribel Lopez sounded frantic.
"I'm so sorry, Mrs. L. Santana's here. Um, her phone kind of had a tumble with a rock and the rock won." Quinn didn't know why she said that, but she guessed she needed some humor to rid the anger she felt towards Brittany.
She heard a sigh. "I'm assuming it has something to do with Brittany? She came by earlier looking for San and I thought they were going to spend the evening together and help me prepare the stuffing for tomorrow's Thanksgiving meal."
"It does have something to do with Brittany. But, I think it best if she told you…" Quinn again felt torn. She knew she shouldn't tell Mrs. L, but she also knew how close the two had gotten in recent months.
"Can you ask my mom to come over, please?" A raspy voice called out from the bedroom.
Quinn looked up and saw Santana as she was disappearing back into the bedroom.
"Um, Mrs. L? Is it possible for you to come over? I think San really needs her mom."
"Of course. I'll be over in a half hour… And Quinn? Thank you."
Before Quinn could ask 'what for' she heard the dial tone. She hung up and walked back into the bedroom where Santana was sitting on the built in bench underneath the window.
Santana still had tears rolling down her eyes; she also looked lost in thought. The moon was shining on her face making her look like a goddess. Why would Brittany cheat on someone like that for someone who's got an over sized mouth.
Quinn was about to say something, but then the doorbell rang. She knew it couldn't have been Santana's mom. Quite frankly it was too late for anyone, or maybe her mom forgot her keys.
Quickly, Quinn remembered she turned her phone off. She dug into her pocket and turned it on while she walked down the stairs to get the door. She had 14 new text messages, 13 from Brittany and one from her mother saying she was spending the night with John – her new boyfriend. All of Brittany's were along the line of if Santana was okay and why she wasn't picking up either phone. Quinn just rolled her eyes. Why do you think we're not answering?
She opened the door to see a panicked Brittany. Brittany's normal ponytail was falling undone, her Cheerio's uniform not as tidy as it was earlier, and was that dirt?
"I need to see her, Quinn. I need to explain. It was all-" Brittany said in one breath and rushed, but was interrupted by Quinn.
"Explain what, Brittany? That you were sucking face with Giant Lips and thought you'd get away with it because you didn't know Santana was coming home? That you can't take the distance any longer, that you found someone easier and available? What about Santana, huh Brittany? You think it's not easy for her?" With each question Quinn's voice got louder and louder.
Brittany looked at Quinn with wide eyes; she inhaled and then started bawling her eyes out.
"What's goi-" Santana peered from down the stairs and saw Brittany. Her body became stiff and she looked like she had stopped breathing too.
"Get. Out." She said with so much bitterness and coldness.
"San, let me expla-"
"Explain what, huh? You cheating on me? You tearing my heart out, crushing it, shredding it, stomping on it? I can't even look at you without wanting to throw up." Santana turned to go back down the hall to Quinn's room.
Brittany pushed Quinn aside and started pleading with Santana, "please! I love you! Please let me explain, please!"
Santana slowly turned around, meaning she was about to explode. Quinn tried to usher Brittany out of the house, but Brittany wasn't budging.
"You love me? You fucking love me?! I knew you'd been acting a little distant lately, but never once did I think you were cheating on me. Not once! I trusted you, I had faith in you, and I gave you my heart and soul. I did everything for you. I wanted to stay here, but no. You wanted me to go to Kentucky for that stupid scholarship!" She started laughing wickedly.
"Let me guess, you wanted me gone so you could shack up with Guppy mouth? What, is he fucking you properly? Is it because you're a fucking bicorn and you missed dick? Well, way to play on my insecurities because you're bisexual Brittany!" She turned on her heal and slammed Quinn's bedroom shut.
With all the yelling, the girls didn't hear Mrs. Lopez's car pull into the driveway behind Quinn's.
"Is it true, Brittany?"
Brittany jumped at the sudden voice next to her. She saw the shorter woman looking at her with so much disappointment. She didn't want to disappoint anyone, especially not Santana and her family.
"No… It's not. Sam has been attached to my hip for the past few months. Every since the stupid Britney show I put on at the beginning of the school year. He asked me to meet him in the choir room. He asked me out, I told him no, but he kept creeping towards me. It was kind of like Lord Tubbington when I give him a mouse filled with catnip. Of course it's not a real mouse. It's one of those stuffed ones, ya know?" She started crying again.
"I'm so in love with her, Mrs. L. I want to spend the rest of my life with her, and only her! This is a total fucking misunderstanding and I can't even comfort her! She hates me!" Brittany turned around, running to her bicycle that lay flat on the grass and peddled towards her own house.
Both women stared at the disappearing figure of Brittany.
"She never curses. Ever." Quinn whispered. Still confused by the outburst and how more things have come to light. She couldn't be too mad at Brittany now, but she still felt mad and more towards the instigator, Sam.
"I know. I've never seen either of them so sad. Not even when the campaign video came out. I guess, I'll go and talk to Santana. I'll tell her what Brittany's told us and-"
"No need to. I heard it all. Doesn't make it hurt any less. Seeing them kiss… it killed me, Mami. I literally thought my heart had been taken out of my body and broken." Santana said from the top step, which she was sitting on, with her face in her hands.
Mrs. Lopez made her way up the stairs to sit next to her daughter. "That's because you're in love with her. I honestly think you two are made for each other; you're soul mates. Plan and simple, mija." She put her arm around Santana, bringing her into a side hug.
"It's true, San. You two are meant for each other. I didn't know that you felt that way about Brittany's being bisexual." Quinn said taking a seat on the other side of Santana, who just shrugged.
"Mija, I think you should talk to her. I've never seen either of you so broken. And, I think that you two have had a huge misunderstanding. However, I give you permission to put this Sam boy in his place. But, it can't send you to jail. I'd still visit you though."
Santana chuckled a little, just what her mother was aiming for. "Thanks, Mami."
"Want me to drive you to Brittany's?" Quinn asked. She knew Mrs. L could do it, but she also thought that it might be better if a non-parent took San.
"Yeah. Please. I may still be mad as fuck…Sorry Mami, but I am. I'll let Britt explain everything. And I'll explain my insecurity and we'll take it from there." Santana got up, walked into the bedroom which felt like the fiftieth time in the last hour, and gave her duffel to her mom.
"Good luck, sweetheart." Her mother kissed the back of her hand and continued to her car to allow Quinn to back out and go to Brittany's house.
"I'll be here for you, San. I mean it. And I'll even help you kick Sam's ass. He shouldn't have even tried anything with Brittany. He knows she's taken. And why would you want to mess with Satan?" Santana let a small smile grace her face.
However, her face was still pale and tear stained.
"I just want this to be all done and over with." Santana saw Quinn side glance at her and realized what she said and how she said it, sounded like.
"No. Not like that. I love Brittany, and I'd do anything for her. I may have hated her in the moment, but I don't think I really meant it... No, I didn't mean it. I just hated the situation I caught her in. God, Quinn, I was so psyched to surprise her. And then everything came crashing down. I haven't seen her in like three months. I just wanted everything to be special." She felt tears threatening to spill again.
"It's okay, San. Well we're here. I'll wait in the car. It's kinda late, but since I see all the lights on I'm pretty sure everyone's awake. If you need me, holler. Since you don't have a phone anymore."
Santana stopped her movement to get out of the car and turned around to look at Quinn. She then started laughing. "Who says 'holler' anymore?"
Quinn rolled her eyes and pushed Santana out of the car. "Whatever."
Santana slowly walked towards the Pierce's residence. Before she could knock on the door, it was swung open and Brittany tackled her. Luckily she caught her balance and was able to hold herself and the blonde upright.
"I love you, I love you! Please don't hate me!" Brittany chanted over and over again while still attached to the Latina like a monkey.
After a few minutes, Brittany got quiet. Santana figured she'd finally run out of breath.
"Brittany, I need you to explain to me what happened."
Brittany unhooked her ankles from behind Santana's back, but never let her arms around Santana waver.
"He just started following me everywhere. I felt bad because Mercedes left and he didn't really have anyone. I thought we'd be like you and Puck are… lesbros or whatever. I just thought we'd help each other out while our significant others were in different states. I didn't think anything of it until a few weeks ago when he started acting all shy and stuff when he asked me to a movie. I knew he was asking me out so I told him no, but he kept asking me to different things. I didn't know what to do. I'm sorry, Santana. I really am. I never meant to lead him on or anything. I made it very clear that I'm in a committed relationship with the most amazing girl on the planet." She let out a small smile.
Santana was still mad, mad that Brittany never told her this. Mad that Guppy lips would even try to go after her girl.
Brittany, sensing what Santana was thinking, became ballsy and placed a gentle kiss on Santana's cheek. "I love you, Santana. And, I'm sorry I never told you. I knew you'd get mad and come back and interrupt your studies. I just wanted to do something without you always helping me. I guess I wanted to feel independent. Don't get me wrong, I love it when you're protective, but I wanted to do something on my own and make you proud."
Santana looked straight into Brittany's eyes and saw truth and love within those blue orbs. "I get it, B. I do, but that doesn't mean it didn't hurt any less."
"I know, I know." Brittany guided them towards the front porch swing and sat herself and Santana down. She put her legs on top of Santana's lap.
"I'm sorry I yelled at you… I guess it's just that when I saw you with him, I felt like you were just finding someone better than me. You could have anyone you wanted Britt, male or female, but you chose me. I'm nothing but a bitch and people hate me. I always have to compete with other guys and girls." Santana looked down sheepishly. She had never verbalized her fears with the blonde.
"San, look at me." Santana did. "I love you for you. No one could ever, and I mean ever compare to you. You're it for me San. I don't care that we're 18. You. Are. It. For. Me." Brittany enunciated the words to fully get her point across.
"You're it for me too, B. I don't want anyone to be near those lips ever again." Santana said shyly.
Brittany grinned, "Maybe you have to reclaim them."
Santana didn't need to be told twice, her lips molded together with Brittany's. It was a kiss that spoke a thousand words.
Quinn sat from her car watching the scene unfold. She was beyond happy that her two best friends were now back together, even though they weren't really broken up. However, she knew the next day she and Santana would be coming up with a way to teach old Sammy boy a lesson not to mess with other people's girlfriends. Boy, was he in for a surprise.
