A/N : What I think happened after 2x19/Rumours. Santana realized how (for lack of a better word) stupid she was for bailing on Brittany on Fondue for Two. Was supposed to be M but I got insecure and did not continue. I know this happened a long time ago but I watched Rumours again and this came out of my head.
How do I Beta? IDEK. I apologize for the mistakes. I don't own Glee.
You are now stepping on a tree branch, reaching for her window. She had left the window open. She always did this when she knows you'll be there, like she was sure that you'll come.
It was still a struggle for you, even if you have done this a million times. You lost your footing, stumbled on the floor then quickly stood up. She sat up on her bed. You looked at her, your eyes in the verge of tears. She just stared.
"What were you thinking, Santana? You should've just used the front door. It's not locked."
"Britt, I'm so sorry. I'm sorry for bailing on you."
You are crying. Confused. You regret everything you did. You were a coward.
"I'm sorry for what I said earlier to Jacob. For saying that in front of you. I'm so sorry."
She's looking at you. Her face was unreadable. You could not contain the sobs anymore. You broke down and sat on the floor. You could not stop the tears from falling.
"Britt, I'm so stupid."
She ran to you, engulfed you in an embrace.
"Shhh, San. Don't cry. I'm not mad. I'm just…"
You cried even more. You did not deserve this. You wanted her to be mad at you, to hate you for hurting her, but she just rubbed circles on you back.
"San, please. Stop crying. It's okay. I get it."
She kissed your temple, put her palms on your cheeks and looked you in the eyes.
"You're just scared."
"Doesn't mean I get to hurt you."
"Don't say that. Yeah, I was upset but I'm fine now."
"No, Britt. It's not fine. I'm so..."
Your words were cut off when she crashed her lips to yours. You kissed back, making sure that you poured everything into this kiss; all the regret, all the love, just everything.
"I love you, Britt. I'm so sorry for cau-"
You were silenced again by her kiss. You knew you were forgiven. But still you hated yourself. You hated yourself for causing her trouble, for hurting her feelings, for denying to everyone the truth.
Your tears never stopped falling as the two of you stood up. Your lips never left each other as she led you to her bed. You sat down. You knew where this was heading.
"Britt." You looked at her. Your eyes trying to tell her: We can't do this.
But she looked back at you with passion you could not describe. I want this.
And you knew it was what both of you wanted.