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Messages from Home
Chapter 2
Text Message- received Thursday at 7:13pm
From Brittany: Hey San, I just wanted to see when you were headed for New York because I want to be able to see you before you leave.
As Santana reads the message her heart sinks a little. She's only been gone a few hours and her wounds from the blonde are still fresh. She tosses the phone onto the passenger seat and keeps driving.
Text Message- sent Friday at 5:39pm
To Santana: So I guess you already left? Or maybe you're just busy. Please just let me know San.
As she sends the text Brittany curls up on the window seat in her bedroom. She hugs her knees to her chest and stares blankly out of the window, hoping that Santana didn't leave yet because she really wants to see the girl again.
Text Message- received Saturday at 8:22am
From Brittany: San I'm starting to get worried since I haven't heard back. I just… I needed to see you. I thought we were okay, that you were okay with me and Sam. Even if you're mad please just text me back.
Santana's heart aches knowing that Brittany is worried, but then again she knows she shouldn't care. The blonde shattered her heart, and left her broken to be with Sam. She knows this is the only way, leaving is the only chance she will ever have at finding happiness again. Her phone lands face down on the bed of the cold hotel room as she curls up into a ball and cries.
Later that day the Latina is re-packing her things when she hears her phone ring. She reaches over to the bed and picks it up.
Incoming call from: Brittany
She pushes the silence button and lets it go through to voicemail. A few minutes later she hears a beep, signaling she has a message. Unwillingly she picks up the phone and clicks the voicemail icon.
1 new Voicemail received today at 4:58pm
"Hey Santana it's me, I'm really starting to get worried. I went to your house since you haven't texted me but no one was home. Please I need to make sure you're okay, I really hope you are and that you didn't leave without saying goodbye. Miss you."
Santana scoffs, 'Damn this girl is persistent for someone who just broke my heart.' She lets the thought sink in but chooses again to ignore the blonde. An hour later she's driving again. Once she is on the freeway she pulls out her phone and dials a familiar number.
"Hey Q, it's San, do you have a minute, I need to talk to you…"
Brittany is getting frustrated, Santana won't return her calls or texts, and she is starting to freak out. Maybe something awful has happened, maybe she's in trouble, or maybe Santana just doesn't want to talk to her. The blonde ponders that thought, trying to make sense of everything. Santana had told her she was okay with being best friends, assured her that she was fine, that she wasn't angry or upset. Could it have all been a lie?
She shakes her head, of course it wasn't a lie because if it was she would've noticed. Brittany prides herself on knowing Santana and being able to read her every thought, even if they aren't together.
Standing alone on her porch she takes a deep breath.
The next day she decides to call again, and again her call is forwarded to voicemail so she leaves another message.
Voicemail sent Sunday at 9:32am
"Sanny please pick up your phone I'm freaking out. I need to know you are okay. Please just call me back. If I don't hear back soon I'm going to talk to your parents. Love you."
Brittany lets the tears fall down her cheeks as she finishes her message, she doesn't even care if Santana hears her cry, she just wants to know that Santana is okay.
As the day passes the blonde keeps her phone right next to her, jumping every time her screen lights up, only to glance down and be disappointed when it isn't Santana. Hour after hour rolls by as she tries to figure out what's going on. She can't wrap her head around the idea that maybe Santana left without saying goodbye, or that the girl might be hurt.
Her resolve finally breaks and she jumps into her car and heads for the Lopez house.
When Brittany arrives at the Lopez house she sees Mrs. Lopez sitting on the porch swing out front. Her eyes are puffy and she is holding a tissue to her nose. The blonde approaches slowly trying to swallow the lump in her throat. She finally reaches the porch and sits down next to the woman.
"Mrs. Lopez what's wrong?" Brittany asks gently. "Mija I was just… I'm just…" tears rolled down her cheeks and the blonde leaned in to hug her tight. The older woman sniffles and hugs the girl back for a few seconds before pulling away.
"Santana is gone." Brittany stares at the woman who just confirmed her fears. "It's okay Mrs. Lopez don't cry, Santana will be better off in New York, she can live out her dreams and I'm sure she will come visit." Brittany says the words to calm the elder Lopez, but also as her own sort of reassurance.
The woman lets out another broken cry and hands Brittany a small crumpled piece of paper. She stares at it curiously before unfolding it and reading.
Mami & Papa,
I'm sorry it has to be like this, but I can't do this anymore. I'm leaving. Please don't try to find me. I'm not going to New York, but I will find somewhere that I belong. I wish I had time to say goodbye but I have to get out of here. I won't be coming back, but just know I will be okay. I know this hurts but please understand that I love you both very much and that I'm not leaving because of you, but because I finally realized that there is nothing left here for me besides heartache.
With all my love.
Santana
Brittany's mouth falls open at the shock of what she just read. A million thoughts race through her mind. Santana isn't going to New York? Where is she going? Does this mean I won't ever see her again? It causes her heart to ache. Mrs. Lopez rubs the girl's back and kisses her on the cheek. "It will all be okay mija. Maybe this is for the best." Another tear slides down the older woman's cheek as she stands and walks into the house.
Minutes later Brittany pulls herself away from the swing and she's completely numb, body, heart and soul. She climbs into her car and sits there for a long moment. The girl finally lets out a frustrated cry. As a tear falls she pulls out her cell phone and dials Santana's number.
This time it doesn't even ring, it just goes straight through to voicemail.
Voicemail sent Sunday at 6:11pm
"San… I just spoke to your mom. How could you do this? How could you just run away...Santana please just pick up the phone, we can talk about this. I don't want to lose you, the thought of never seeing you again, it's too much. Please Sanny, please…"
She lets out a sob and hits end. There has to be a way to find Santana because Brittany isn't ready to accept that she will never see the beautiful Latina again.
