SPOILER ALERT: This is just what I felt could have been in the latest Glee episode. So if you haven't got to watch it yet, than please don't read this!
T for some innuendos and language.
Santana flipped idly through the pages of her Literature textbook, as she lay on her stomach. Her bed was her favorite place to do homework, to kiss Britt..and well, other things. She was finding it difficult to focus on her homework.
Coach Bieste's situation was troubling her more than she had let anyone know. She bit her lip, trying to fight back the tears that were threating to come. With her typical impeccable timing, Brittany entered her room and plopped down on the bed, giving her girlfriend a quick kiss on the cheek. Brittany took in her troubled expression, and scooted closer.
"What's wrong San? Is the homework really hard? I haven't even started yet."
"No, Britt. It's not the homework…." Santana said trailing off, and she looked away so Brittany wouldn't see the tears that would no longer stay away. Brittany gently turned Santana's chin back towards her.
"Remember, girlfriends talk to each other, no more shutting each other out." Brittany said softly. Santana hesitantly met her girlfriend's gaze, and saw that her blue eyes were full of concern.
"It's just that….I don't want to end up like him." She whispered.
"Like who? Mr. Schuster? Lord Tubbington?" Brittany inquired, making Santana crack a small smile.
"No. Cooter."
"I think you'd have to take a lot of steroids."
"Not what he looks like, what he did. What if I become so mad, I lose control and I hurt you?" Santana said, letting her tears come more freely.
"Oh, honey." Brittany said and embraced her, placing small kisses on her temple.
"You know I can be an evil bitch sometimes, and I have even stooped as low as to hit Finnocence."
"You are not an evil bitch. You've been hurt and scared about what people will think of the real you. And as for Finn, well 'he had it coming.'" Brittany finished and Santana managed to give her a small smile at her humor.
"You are the most important person in the world to me, Brittany. The last thing I would ever want to do, is hurt you in any way. I love you so much. I'm just scared I'm going to screw things up…."
"I love you too. I think everyone gets scared in a relationship that they are going to mess up. Well, maybe not Puckerman. How about I make a deal with you?"
"What kind of deal?" Santana asked, rubbing her foot along Brittany's calf.
"That we promise to always use calm words, even when we get really, really mad at each other. And if we can't do it alone, we get help. Even when we are 101, and have bedpans in the nursing home."
Santana gazed at her girlfriend with pure adoration.
"You want to be together that long?"
"There is no one else I would rather grow old with. You are my soul mate. Sometimes I feel that in this crazy world you are the only one that gets me and accepts me. "
"I feel the same way about you, it's like you are my missing puzzle piece. Look, you've even turned Snix into this huge sap." Santana said wiping her eyes.
"Will you promise me one more thing?" Brittany said batting her eyelashes.
"Anything."
"I know you said that I will always be your girlfriend…but someday, can I be your wife? Pretty please." Brittany asked, and watched as Santana's face lit up.
"You can bet your life, that you'll be my wife. Hopefully, sooner than later." Santana said elbowing her playfully.
"Ah, you are even rhyming, you big sap." Brittany jested.
"Now, get over here and sit in my lap."
"You are getting as annoying as Berry."
"Yeah, but I'm not touching her cherry."
With that Brittany covered Santana's mouth with her mouth, to stop the rhymes.