Lost
Chapter 1
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A/N: This is my first Glee fic so don't be nasty :) constructive criticism is welcome though! Enjoy! Emily x
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Glee (damn).
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The doorbell rang, breaking the uncomfortable silence Santana lay in. She was confused. Brittany had been acting weird lately and she had said nothing. They used to share everything, no matter how private and embarrassing it was. Santana could be a bitch, but with Brittany it was different. She wouldn't tell any of Brittany's secrets if someone held a gun to her head. She reluctantly pulled herself out of her thoughts and went downstairs to get the door. She was shocked to see a crying blonde at her doorstep.
"What happened, B?"
"I broke up with Artie, San." Santana pulled her best friend inside and into a tight hug. As the blonde's sobbing ceased, she lightly pressed her lips to her forehead before moving her over to the couch and going to make her a hot chocolate.
"San?"
"Yeah?"
"Your amazing. I don't know what I'd do without you."
Santana smiled, "Me neither. I'll always be here, B." She pulled out the squirty cream and mini marshmallows which Brittany loved so much. As she was extra sad, Santana snapped a flake in half and stuck it in the top before carrying it out to her best friend. Brittany accepted her favourite comfort drink gratefully, smiling at Santana's thoughtfulness.
"That's better."
"What?"
"I love to see you smile." Brittany smiled even wider.
"Well, I have someone amazing to smile for." It was Santana's turn to beam broadly.
Santana Lopez awoke with a start. That was three times in one week that she'd had the same dream. She knew why, she missed Brittany. That was why she kept dreaming of their last perfect night. A sad smile played on her lips; she never smiled fully anymore. She hadn't been out of the house in a week and a half. She didn't miss school, but she missed Glee club. Her phone interrupted her thoughts.
"Hello?" God she sounded awful.
"SANTANA WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?" The poor girl had to hold the phone a foot away from her ear, she hadn't been expecting one of Kurt's outbursts.
"Is that why you called?"
"I called for three reasons: I know what you're going through; everyone is worrying and I'm outside your house." Kurt's tone of voice had softened.
"You're where?" The doorbell ringed on cue and Santana hung up. Almost laughing to herself, Santana opened the door and let Kurt in.
"Santana..." Kurt had expected to see her in bad shape, but nothing could have prepared him for this. She was wearing a tank top and sweat shorts and her hair was pulled into a messy ponytail. Her nose was red from blowing it too much, but the worst thing was her eyes. Apart from the fact that they were red and swollen from crying, they were haunting. The Latina had naturally dark eyes, but they had lost some of their colour. The worst part was the sparkle. Santana's eyes had always had a slight teasing sparkle, it never dimmed. But there, in this moment, Kurt Hummel looked deep into her eyes and saw nothing. She was empty. He crossed the room and pulled her into a hug. She tensed at first, but soon relaxed and began sobbing onto his shoulder. When she stopped, Kurt whispered gently,
"I'm glad I didn't choose the Mark Jacobs!" Santana half-smiled before breaking into tears once more.
"What if she never comes back, Kurt?"
"Shh...we'll find her, Santana. I promise."
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