At least one reason why you should NEVER out someone else.
Brittana forever.
"Not just the school, You Idiot! EVERYONE!"
"Please Brittany."
'
"Of course you can stay with me 'Tana. But I don't understand why we have to keep it a secret. Everyone knows we're dating," the blonde looked hurt.
"Not that I'm with you Britt," Santana smiled weakly, reaching out to link pinkies with her girlfriend with hands that shook. "You know the Glee club already knows, and Sue."
Brittany let her link their fingers, a slow smile crossing her face as the two girls sat side by side on Brittany's bed.
"You just can't tell anyone what my parents did, okay?"
Brittany nodded slowly.
'
'
Ever since they met, Santana had been watching out for her. Protecting her from a world that wasn't quite as bright as Brittany would have wanted. It was Santana who strapped her ankle when she was sprained it trying to pull off a complicated Cheerio's move. It was Santana who made her take vitamins with the shakes Sue made them drink.
Brittany smiled at Santana, who tried to smile back.
She kept Santana's secrets. She was the only one, till Glee Club, who'd ever seen Santana cry.
And just like Santana took care of her, she took care of Santana.
Emerging from her reverie, Brittany looked over at her girlfriend.
Detached for a moment, she studied the other girls' face. Everything that the brunette usually kept hidden could be read in her face, for those with eyes to see.
The bruises would fade. The cut on her lip could probably be hidden with an extra coat of lip-gloss. The blood could be cleaned from her shirt.
So Brittany just smiled sadly and reached for a cotton bud. Dabbing it in antiseptic, she leaned forward.
'
"This is going to sting a bit," she warned.
'
'
Santana tensed slightly, waiting for the pain.