A/N: Don't own glee no siree. Wrote this really late at night after the Rumors ep from a prompt from Tumblr. So all mistakes are mine. Hope you enjoy :)
Santana stared at the glowing computer screen as the video went dark and the replay button appeared amongst the blackness of the video window. She took in a ragged breath doing her best not to let the tears fall. Santana's hand came up to brush across the screen a moment then brought it slamming down across her thigh in a fist. Her faced scrunched up in pain angry with herself. She was doing it again running away when Brittany yet again gave her an opening, but she couldn't do it..She just couldn't.
She brought her eyes down to the cellphone in her lap, her screen still lit up showing the last message she sent to Brittany. She was a coward, she knew it, and hated herself for it. She needed to stop doing this to Brittany, if she wasn't careful they'd both end up with their hearts broken not just Santana's.
She took in a measured breath trying to calm herself. She hit the call button bringing it carefully to her ear. It immediately clicked on like the Blonde had been waiting for her to call.
"Hey.." Brittany's sweet voice breathed through the phone but Santana could tell it was laced with her sadness.
"Hey.." Santana echoed back. "Look B.."
"Its okay San…" The blonde said quietly always understanding.
"No its not.." Santana's voice cracked, if she wasn't careful she may end up crying again. "I'm just so scared…." She said barely above a whisper.
"I know…" Brittany replied back voice just as quiet. "I understand..I may not like it but I understand.."
"You should hate me by now…Have given up…" Santana said through heaving breaths as she tried to keep the tears back.
"I could never hate you ever." Brittany said strongly, her voice firm. "You're my best friend Santana nothing will ever change that. You're worth it…"
That did it for Santana the tears began to fall down her already flushed cheeks. Even after everything she's put Brittany through. The girl stills goes and says things like that. How could she ever be what Brittany needed if she couldn't be open about who she is with everyone else. "Brit.." Her voice cracked out between the tears. "I..I..need to go."
"San…" Santana could hear the disappointment in Brits voice which added another twist to the knife in her chest.
"Tell Mr. Tubbington to lay off the smokes or he's going to be on an oxygen tank before he's 30 in kitty years.." Santana said quickly trying to distract the blonde. "I'll see you tomorrow.." She finished before Brittany could reply back. She ended the call letting her hand with the phone still clutched firmly in her grip, fall to her lap. She sunk into the seat head resting against her chest as she sobbed. Failing to see her phone light up with Brittany's next words.
"I can wait."