One More Night
The whole last week of summer, Santana doesn't contact her. She asks Sam about it, and he mentions to her in a secretive rumble that he caught Santana glaring daggers at her phone one day after he had begged her to go get coffee, and when he looked over her shoulder she was hovering over her name (just 'Britt', with a smile and three hearts at the end.)
He had asked her what was wrong, and without looking up she had whispered that she was just practicing.
Brittany wonders bitterly if Santana was practicing not having a girlfriend anymore. She doesn't sleep much after that.
She tries doing some extra work she got from all her teachers at the end of the school year – something she did in secret so she could show Santana later on and she could be proud of her - but the sappy novel her English teacher gave her to read makes her sad, and the math problems just hurt her head and remind her of logic, and why she tries to stay away from it – because 2-1 is one all over again, and logic says Santana will do fine on her own. Not like her - She's the one that's stuck in Lima, and she figures that would be okay for a year, if she had something to work towards, someone to run home to in Louisville, or even New York City.
She sends Santana a simple heart after a half hour of resting her head on a pile of open textbooks and trying to figure out what to say – nothing comes to her because it all sounds either desperate, or angry, and she doesn't want to provoke the girl any further.
A half hour later, she sends a desperate question mark anyway. And Santana doesn't answer that either. She puts all the schoolwork away so violently that her mom calls up to ask if she's okay. She yells back down and says that she just tripped over something.
Stupid Brittany, she scolds herself, sitting on the edge of her bed and frowning at the floor, easier to think that she's just clumsy, instead of furious or even upset.
She feels like all she does is is cry and scream into her pillow at the injustice of it all after that, over how unfair her girlfriend is being – until one day she wakes up from a nap at some random time in the afternoon, looks at her phone and sees it's the day before Santana leaves, and then sees the very same girl shuffling her feet awkwardly at her bedroom door.
Santana opens her mouth to speak but Brittany's launching herself off her bed in half a second, in her sloppy pajamas, cutting off Santana's apology -her meaningless words, or her fucking break-up speech – cutting it all off with her eager tongue.
She makes love to her, her head resting above Santana's on the pillows as she roughly thrusts inside, but when it's her turn, when Santana flips her over and tries to be dominant yet playful, like she used to be sometimes – she closes her eyes.
She isn't kidding herself anymore. But she still doesn't want to see Santana saying goodbye.