The look on her face broke Brittany's heart. She had never seen Santana look so broken and so empty, so lost. Yet Brittany could not help but think it was partly her fault. If she hadn't pushed and just let her deal with things in her own time Santana wouldn't be sitting on Brittany's bed with a bag full of clothes, tears streaming down her face.
Brittany and Santana had been best friends ever since they were little. They were completely opposite yet completely inseparable. However, as they began to grow up, their feelings changed and grew into something more. And even though they were young, they both knew the longing in their hearts was love, a love for one another.
But, as many stories show, the course of true love never runs smoothly.
Brittany made her way across the room to Santana.
'San-'
'Just go away Brittany. This is all your fault. I don't know what made me think this could ever work out. I'm not g...g... - I don't like girls!' But Brittany could see how much it hurt Santana to say those words. She couldn't bare it any longer - Brittany wrapped Santana in her arms, not letting go even when she started fighting her, swearing at her. Eventually Santana gave up and collapsed into Brittany, sobbing until she finally fell asleep, safe in Brittany's arms.
Everyone had always assumed Brittany was stupid. But she wasn't, she just didn't think before she spoke. But feelings. That was something different - especially her feelings for Santana. She had known that Santana was someone special ever since they were little girls running around the park chasing the ducks. And as they got older Brittany became certain of her feelings. Santana however, did not.
Santana's family were really religious. Brittany could remember going to church with Santana when they were younger. She didn't like it. She would always fall asleep and anyway, why would you get up early to listen to a man read a book? Brittany's dad read better books to her every night. But the going to church thing was never an issue until they were 16.
They were lying on Brittany's bed holding hands, when Santana quietly said 'Father Michael was talking about homosexuality this week.'
'Cool.'
'No Britt, it's not. He started going on about gays going to hell and that it was the biggest sin anyone could commit and then I saw my parents nodding along.' Santana got off the bed and walked toward the mirror.
'I don't know what they see when they look at me and that's scary.' Brittany walked over and wrapped her arms around Santana.
'I don't care what your parents think Santana. I love you and I always will.' She began to slowly kiss Santana's neck.
Santana unwillingly shrugged Brittany off.
'I know you love me but I just don't know if I can love you back. I'm scared of what will happen if I do.'