So, this fanfiction is a kind of alternate path to Brittana' story, goes after the Hurt Locker (Glee - 2x15 - Sexy)

OBS .: Forgive me any error, my English is a little without practice

WARNING: This fanfic may contain suggestion and references non-explicit to topics such as sexual abuse and assault.

Santana stays lying on her bed, staring at the ceiling with a tear runs down his left eye, since she returned from school. Since she had her heart broken by her best friend.

She and Brittany met at 13 years old and almost instantly Became best friends, with 16 They already had a kind of "Friends With Benefitsrelationship", but she had never allowed herself to think about that the more than something sexual, never allowed herself to even really look in Those Eyes she had always loved, perhaps Do because she Knew que if she looked, would get lost lost forever in que blue sea ... Until three days ago, When the blonde finally Decided to talk about What They never spoke and this opening & the song was enough for her to perform que, in fact, she was already lost in Those Eyes long August She was in love with her best friend, the girl who Knew to the bottom of her soul, the only person she hed ever opened, the only person with she never was and never will be a bitch, so she Realized que everything she wanted was really BE with Brittany and, somehow, it Seemed easy, after all, was Brittany, but it was nothing like she expected. Having done that Santana Realized her own feelings, after she made it opened, Brittany just refused her, making Santana feel frustrated, angry and sad at the same team, just not believing in what the other had done.

Not believing que Brittany had broken her heart so cruelly.

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Brittany was sitting on the roof of McKinley High, leaning against the concrete wall and watching the sun in September She was always there When She wanted to be alone, no one Knew about her secret hiding place, not even Santana. Oh, Santana. It was impossible not to be sad When She remembered the way she watched Those brown eyes filling with sadness and disappointment the last time They met, a few days ago, and she was to blame que for it. "Stupid, stupid, stupid" She Could Not Stop hate herself for what she did, so long feels just in love with her, so long it redbourn to finally try to get this matter and- When she comes close to having the girl she loves. .. She just failed. Of course she really like Artie, the she liked so many boys with who she dated (and There Were many) and it was always so easy for her to start a relationship with All These crushes, but When it cam to be the person she loves , the person with Whom she's really in love with. her best friend, she just Could Not. Why?

The night had fallen completely and the blonde was still there, internally cursing herself and wondering why she freaked out something was in her mind but she just did not want to accept, she Could Not accept que her past was haunting her present, after all, she was fine, she has always Been fine, or at least was what she wanted que to believe.

After everything que happened to her, years ago, her father wanted her to the therapy, but she refused because she was fine. Everyone kept saying how hard would be for her to have fri after everything, so she slept with half the school to prove to herself que They Were wrong. She was fine. Trish que insisted she was broken inside, but she was fine. She's fine. Are not she?

Brittany does not think twice When She decides just thought que sh needed to talk to Trish urgently and personally, so she gets in the car Decided to face the 4h journey to Pittsburgh, PA.

Patricia Woods - Trish - is the person who knows more completely Brittany, Santana fouled, They Know at her different angles: Trish was part and knows Abous Brittany's past. And Santana, about her present and, hopefully, her future.

Trish is to Brittany que kind of friend who even with years of not talking, the friendship will Remain the same. They had not seen each other sincethey moved from Their hometown When She Was almost 13, and went to different sides, They spoke for the last time about a year ago; They moved from Their hometown, but prefer to keep the distance between Certain Them, perhaps Do because the image of one remember the other all that has happened, is an unspoken agreement, However, When one of Them needs to talk about anything related with the "you-know-what ", they call it the, or some other difficulty, the oyher is the best option.

- Oh my God, this can only be a hallucination! Brittany S. Pierce in a surprise visit! - Trish pretend surprise, dramatizing the bit much, When she answer the door of his house and found the blonde.

- I thought you did not believe in God ... - Brittany joked, hugging the other tightly. She had sent a message warning of the visit while in the car.

- You coming back from the dead made me rethink my faith. - She laughed before catching the blonde's shoulder and taking her away from herself to take a good look at the old friend - Yeah, you definitely grown! I thought you only looked beautiful in the pictures thanks to photoshop or something.

- What a funny little girl you are ... But you Grew up too, huh? - Answered by observing changes in Trish; Despite higher, still some inches shorter than Brittany, her smile still looks mischievous and ironic When They Were the children, her face is almost the same, Despite having changed child to something more sarcastic, green eyes matching the skin clear and red hair, now Placed in a side braid, she was barefoot, wearing only a pair of sweatpants and black shirt.

- Yeah, I did what i could. - Laughed - Come on, get on because I want to know what torments que her blonde little head to make you come here out of nowhere.

Both cam and settled on the sofa, not needing to bother with interruptions, since Trish live only with her nurse mother, who was on duty. Brittany was right to the point and Told all about her feelings, Santana, out of the closet and the confusion que was in her head.

- I just do not know what happened ... And for some reason, I felt like I needed to talk to you. - Brittany ended, shifting uncomfortably on the couch.

- Well, I know what happened. - Trish starts, with a serious look. - Look, each one Overcome Their trauma in a different way, and no one can say what is wrong, because only you can know what to to survive the. You know, many people like to talk about the problems, some go to support groups and such, others prefer to use Their experience to help someone going through the same situation, some of get depressed or isolated, whatever, in my case, my psychologist insists I use que Humor and sarcasm as a defense mechanism and you ... Well, you play stupid.

- I do not ... - Brittany tries to get defend, but is interrupted.

- Four years ago you Decided to everything forget what happened, and no one can blame you for que, who would not? The point is not always que ignore the problems will make them go away. You only trained herself to act, say and think you were quite fine, created your own parallel reality where you were cheerful, silly and jumpy and went on to repeat That You fine was the mantra, trying to get people to believe it, trying to convince yourself que, the problem is que this place is not real. Not for you. And you know it.

- Wow, that was a quick diagnosis ... - she said, before the other continues.

- It's because I did not think about it just now, I always Knew que one day you would need it.

- How so?

- Despite making joke, therapy Helped me a lot, I really was ... Broken, but I accepted it and learned to fix myself, I'm still trying, yes, but face the bad memories really makes a difference. Now, you ignored Them, kept All These ghosts haunt us que sleeping instead of fighting against Them and try to send Them away, but, unfortunately, the matter how you try, it is impossible to ignore Them forever and I told you que, que one day you would have to accept That You are not fine and face your demons, and que day has arrived.

- I just do not understand what this has to the Santana with ... - Brittany says, still trying to fully Understand all the metaphors of the girl in front of her.

- Well, I learned que These things can disrupt your life in many different ways, in your case, I think it made you feel insecure to love someone for real ... Maybebecause of the thing with your mother ... And the stuff thathe Josh ... ... told you, you know ... - Trish speaks more carefully about this last topic, she knows everything about que que happened to Them, her mother's thing was what more disturbed Brittany. - Hey, first of all, you need to talk to Santana, she needs to know everything, I'm sure you will be able to Overcome it all better if you gus are together. Remember thatit's never late to try to Improve, Britt, and I'll be here for you all the time for you, you know que, right? - Trish ends, smiling at her friend, warming the heart of Brittany. She knows she'll always have que Trish, They will always protect each other.

In the end, the blonde's mind is even more confusing, and twith a lot to think about, Trish was always so stupidly good with words and her metaphors, since always she liked to try to see the person completely to give her verdict on the whatever and often Do she's right, and she often Do sections in more than Their Own que person can see ... Brittany remember que the redhead's dream is to enter the college of Psychology, she's sure she'll get along there. What Trish does not know que Santana is not completely unrelated to que story, and that's one of the things que scares; Brittany thought about telling Trish about it, but gave up because que part is not her secret and she had promised not to say anything about it Until Santana's parents had Told her everything.

After some more quick chat, Brittany decides to return home soon; She Refuses the invitation to sleep at her friend's house, even because driving is what most helps her to think and que was one of the Reasons que to 4h trip to Pennsylvania Seemed like a good idea Earlier, but now she is just exhausted, at least she's already in Ohio. She had called his father Earlier saying she would spend spending the night in Santana's house, Which looked like a great excuse, since, after what happened, the brunette Certainly will not want to call or visit her anytime soon, However it will seem a little suspicious Brittany coming home at dawn to instead of being asleep at her friend's, so she decides to try to call Quinn, who has Appeared in her house in the night so many times after some party, asking if she Could sleep over, not wanting to get drunk at home and spoil the image of holy daughter que her parents had of her (before Beth, at least.), and see if Quinnwould return the favor. She opened the glove compartment, to pick up the phone, but instead of the device, she found the flask. Yes, the flask full of vodka or something, she que Recognized the the flask que Puck had forgot in her car When he caught a ride with the blonde after the school's party and another plan to baptize the punch Sue Sylvester failed. Brittany was already with a full head, angry, feeling very impatient to be responsible, and begging to relax a bit, forget the problems even for a minute, Then without thinking right, opened the lid and Decided to serve herself a little, hoping it was nothing very strong, driving more slowly, what else could go wrong?

By some miracle, not an accident, because Brittany had get drunk very quickly, but had a wave of impulse When She Was going through Lima Heights and stopped right in front of the house she already Knew so well. With dizzy head, she got out, staggering, headed toward the potted plant where she Knew she would find an extra key and hastily entered the house. She had gone to the Lopez family so many times That It was Relatively easy to make her way to Santana's room without waking anyone; She found the Latin in his deep sleep with a sea of dark hair around the pillow and wearing herpajamas of SpongeBob, she just wears it When she is alone or with Brittany, the blonde just love that pajamas because it is one of the things que only she knows about Santana, it is something resembling the real Santana, silly and playful, she knows que only and not the bitch she makes everyone believe she is. Sitting in the chair beside the bed, she watch the brunettesleeping, listening to her shallow breathing, the moaning que she always does When sleeping (And for the record, Brittany loves), the way the lights of the street light pole cam the window and reflected in the caramel skin, every little thing she loves. The girl she loves. Brittany thinks about the secrets in her past and How They get report with Santana, the things she knows about Santana que she does not know abou herself, she thinks if she did the right thing by not telling her anything to the Mr. and Ms . Lopez had asked, and if Santana gets angry When she finds out times? But still, there, looking at her, Brittany Decided she would of whatever it redbourn to get her, she would follow the Trish's advices, she would face each of her internal demons, she would say the whole truth ... She just doesn 't know how.

She Stood there, watching the sleep of the other, Until she inadvertently dropped something from the nightstand, Causing Santana woke up with a start, turning on the lamp next to her to see what was que noise and got scared even more When he saw the blonde standing next to hes bed with a tired look, dark circles around the eyes and definitely smelling like tequila.

- Brittany? - Santana asked the only logical thing she Could think of in the middle of the night, having just woken up.

- She's right. You ... The whole school ... They think que I live in this happy and colorful place ... But that's a lie ... It's just what I want people to think ... What I wanna think ... In fact, my world is dark ... is haunted ... - The blonde speaks stumbling over words while cries, leaving the other confused.

- Are you drunk? - The Latin question the it rises, but Brittany just keeps talking, looking so directly in her eyes que almost frightened her.

- But not when i'm with you ... You're the only light que exists in my dark world ... You are my only true happiness ... The only cheerful thing I did not need to invent ... I love you! - She now hold santana's shoulders tightly, coming closer, without looking away - I love you! - She repeats looking even more intensely in the eyes of the beloved. - I love you.

- Britt? Are you okay? I ...

She is interrupted When Brittany puts the hand on her neck and pull the other strongly against her, the passionate kiss and even a little desperate. Initially, Santana tries to get of the blonde's arms, since she was confused and still angry, but it's useless, Brittany just holds her stronger, the if she Depended on it to live, finally, Santana accepted the kiss Allowing Brittany's tongue in her mouth , and she feels the taste of alcohol and ... Brittany. When the kiss gets deeper, Santana, almost unconsciously, puts a hand from under the blonde's shirt, feeling the warmth of his back, Then, abruptly, she falls into bed with a push from the other and Began to think que things Were going to get hot in que room, but instead, perform que Brittany had run out of the room, the brunette redbourn a few seconds to lift, by surprise, before running after her friend, thinking she should not drive, or not even walk alone, to her house so drunk. Unfortunately, the dancer in such good shape is incredibly fast, even drunk, so When Santana arrived at the door, the car was already coming around the corner.

- Brittany! - Santana yells, bootlessly.

I hope you enjoyed the first chapter... Britt's full of secrets, What do you think it is?