This is my first fanfiction. Please be gentle. English is my second language so their is probably some fault. I will try to improve with time.
I do not own glee or the characters.
"Screw this."
She could still hear her wife's words in her head. The fact that she made her wife mad drove her crazy. The only thing she wanted to be to her was the source of good memories and happiness. She didn't like to see her wife cry and she knew that Brittany only cried when Santana had done something bad. But even if she replayed the entire day in her head, she never found why Brittany would say those things. What had she done that had been so unbearable for the blonde? She didn't cheat on her, why would she? She didn't get into any fights with some dude at the restaurant, she didn't even let one comment slip about the service. But still Brittany was mad about something and now she was sleeping on an uncomfortable couch, and that made her mad too. Santana was lying on her back, trying to figure out what to do. Even if she tried, she couldn't think of anything. She didn't think like Brittany, what made her angry would make Brittany laugh and what made Brittany angry probably made her laugh. They were so different yet so perfect for each other. The Latina looked around and her attention stopped on a frame. She got up and when she saw the picture she understood. She took the picture; it was a picture of their high school graduation, twelve years ago. They were laughing and looking at each other totally ignoring the rest of the glee club. Only Quinn was looking at them, all happy for her two best friends. Why was she so stupid? Why couldn't she just give her wife what she wanted? And that was really simple. She left the frame on the fireplace and went to the kitchen, took a glass of water and Brittany's favorite desert, two little cakes that she had baked that day. She also took an envelope and went upstairs.
Santana wasn't the kind of girl that was scared. She liked to say that nothing scared her, that she was though and she could go through anything. But only Brittany knew that wasn't true. She was scared of coming out in high school, she was scared of coming out to her parents, she was scared to lose the love of her life to some stranger; she was scared that Brittany would find someone better than her. She was scared a lot; she was just a master in the part where she had to hide it. But now, she was scared of coming in to her own bedroom, where her beautiful wife was sleeping and was mad at her. Why was she scared? She shouldn't be. She knew what to say to make everything better. She took one last breath and decided to open the door quietly.
"Go away Santana. I'm mad at you."
Santana smiled, she knew that Brittany wasn't mad anymore, she couldn't stay mad long but Brittany wanted her wife to think the contrary and Santana always did so, because she knew that if she did, Brittany would love her apologies and if she did, that meant great make-up sex.
"Please Britt-Britt. I need to talk to you."
Brittany smiled, Santana only called her Britt-Britt when she was really sorry, but also she could smell the cake. Since she want to bed before dinner time because she was angry at Santana, she didn't eat. Brittany sat down in the bed, crossed her arms and looked at her wife with a look saying that she was listening but not for long.
"I got you this, I know you didn't eat and with the baby in your tummy and everything I don't want to risk losing the little one."
Santana tried to get near the bed but the look that Brittany was giving her prevented her to even try, so she just put the cake on the bed and the glass on the table near the blonde.
"Look, I'm sorry, okay? I didn't know that you wanted to go so bad."
Brittany looked at Santana and moved so the Latina could sit on it. And Santana didn't need to be asked twice, as soon as she saw Brittany move, she made her way to the bed and took the blond's hands in hers.
Brittany looked at Santana without saying anything. Sure she was mad at first because of the hormones. But after, she regretted acting like a child towards her wife. She knew Santana didn't like those things, that's why they moved out of Ohio and settled in San Francisco. Santana didn't want to go back, her parents were okay with her being gay but they never came to any birthday or Christmas because they didn't like her lifestyle. Brittany's parents were totally supportive and they came to every event the couple held. But going back to Lima meant facing what the Latina hated the most, high school. Sure they had found each other during that time but in the senior year, when Santana finally came out, they took so much crap that the blonde had never seen her wife like that, she was even more bitchy than before and she was growing apart from her, a glee intervention had to happen to make the couple work again. They were meant to be and everyone knew it. But now, seeing her wife wanting to face those who put her in so much trouble only for her, made her heart melt. Santana looked at the blonde waiting to see what she would say.
"Britt-Britt? Say something. I hate it when you're mad."
Brittany turned her head to look at the Latina, still on the bed but trying to read her expression.
"I'm not mad Sanny. I just… I just want to go but we never do anything I want to."
Santana couldn't believe what she was hearing. She always did what Brittany wanted, they were having a baby because Brittany wanted, they were living in that house, because Brittany had wanted that one, they were living in San Francisco because Brittany thought it was a good Lebanese place, they were subscribed to a gym because Brittany had decided that sex couldn't be the only sport they were doing. Everything about their life was about Brittany and Santana always rolled with it. But going back to high school wasn't her plan. She didn't like it that much and she was ready to do it.
"Britt, don't say we never do anything you want, we always do, and I know I said I never wanted to go back to high school and I still don't, but maybe it could be fun, and I'm sure your mom would be happy to see us."
Brittany squeezes in joy and jumps, letting the cake fall on the bed, to hug the brunette. Santana smiled, she was so whipped and she knew it, but she loved Brittany and she was ready to make some sacrifices for her.