Wow amazing feed back from the first chapter. It's clear you all want me to continue and I'm really happy that you like it because I'm so engrossed in this fic.
I have a lot planned for this story and the next coming chapters and for those of you asking about Mercedes, have faith. . .
WARNING: Part of this chapter has a scene with mentions of rape. The scene is in bold so I advise you to skip past it when you come to it if you don't like reading that stuff.
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March 13th 1821
The horse cart came to a stop and Santana jumped in her seat. She couldn't help but feel a little intimidated by the blonde woman, whose name she learned was Brittany. Brittany was staring at her intensely, not the hungry, disgusting stare that the slave ship crew had given her every time they entered below the deck, but a stare that was telling her that Brittany was taking in every detail of her that she could. Somehow, she trusted the blonde that she wasn't going to hurt her, otherwise she would of let the hot steel brand her only an hour before, but something told her at the back of her mind that there was more to this than just not wanting to see her be treaten cruelly by the other town people. Something told Santana that she should let this Brittany woman do what she wanted and everything would be fine.
"Deep in thought?" A soft voice floated through her ears and she took a deep breath before facing Brittany and shaking her head. She couldn't find her voice to answer her vocally, she wasn't even sure that she wanted to speak to her. She was a stranger and she was white. Practically she was an enemy.
"We're at my farm house now. Please, follow me and I'll do everything I can in my power to nurse you back to health," Brittany let her eyes rake over the only skin and bone body of Santana. "I'm sure you weren't always that thin."
Santana only nodded in agreement, but made no movement to step out of the cart. She watched Brittany stepped out and muttered something to the horse driver. Was he Brittany's husband? Surely not. Santana learnt that in America, women must obey there husband's every demand, whether they liked it or not. She read that once a woman was married, she was basically a slave to the husband and was hardly aloud to make any decisions of her own. Surely if that man was Brittany's husband, he wouldn't let her buy a slave.
Slave. Santana cringed. That's what she was, a slave. And Mercedes. She'd promised not to get them into any danger that could risk their lives, yet she'd allowed them to be captured and tortured for three weeks, and now she didn't have any idea where her best friend had been taken, or for the matter, if she was even still alive.
A tear slid down Santana's cheek and she thought of her best friend. All the what ifs ran through her mind like the horses back at home ran through the Lopez fields.
Home. How she would give anything to be back at him with her father and the Jones family right now.
Out of the corner of her eye, a pale hand was moving towards Santana. She flinched and cowered into the corner of the cart, scared that she'd be hit like she was hit on the slave ship. She was more than surprised when the hand softly wiped away the tears that were making their way down her once full cheeks.
"Santana, what is the matter? I hope I am not the reason for those tears." Santana recognised the voice as the woman she'd met only two hours ago. She shook her head again as an answer and heard Brittany sigh before the pale hands once again made contact with her skin.
Long, slender fingers wrapped around her now bony ones and softly pulled her up from the seat of the cart into a standing position.
"You don't have to be afraid to be here. Me and my loyal friends are no threat to you. I promise, Santana." Santana could only nod as she was lead into a huge farm house surrounded by acres of fields and meadows.
Just like the ones in Africa, she remembered and her stomach instantly flipped at the thought of the exotic country.
She'd been taken away from there and left her most valued possessions behind. Her sketch pad and her ship. How would she ever explain the loss of the ship to her father? Wait, how did she even know she would get back home to Spain? She wouldn't return without her best friend, that was for sure.
A loud bang jolted Santana from her thoughts and she was met with the sight of two other people. She absentmindedly cowered behind Brittany and gripped onto the hand that had taken her tan ones into pale ones.
"Santana, don't be afraid. These ladies are just my maidens and mean no harm towards you. Look," Brittany pointed to a blonde and brunette who were standing in a room, what she presumed was the cooking area or basin. "The short lady is called Rachel and the taller lady is called Lucy but she made it clear to me that she would prefer to be called Quinn. The reason why, I have no idea."
Santana looked carefully at the two women who were standing close together. They were smiling at her which put Santana at a bit of an ease and she relaxed in Brittany's hold.
"Miss Brittany, do you have an explanation to why you are introducing us to this lady?" The brunette that Santana remembered was called Rachel asked.
"How many times have I scolded you for calling me Miss Brittany, Rachel? Call me Brittany," Brittany stopped before thinking for a moment. "The reason why Santana is here, is because I bought her." She stated and the two maidens looked at her for a further explanation.
"What do you mean you bought her? Is it even legal to buy people?" Quinn asked Brittany with a wide eyed stare.
She recieved a nudge in the ribs from Rachel who smiled at Santana before talking. "Actually buying people is legal. As slaves. Even if it is one of the worst cases I've ever heard of, it exists."
"I know slavery exists. But I'm sure the lady Brittany called Santana is not a slave, look at her." Quinn argued back.
'Look at her' was all it took for Santana to shake and hide behind Brittany again.
"Ladies, please. As I was saying before I was interrupted. In the first place, I went to the market to purchase a new horse before I came across the slave auction. I saw Santana and saved her from getting branded and sold to the, may I say so myself, quite revolting town neighbors we have. I bought her and now she's going to be living with us." Brittany said simply, causing her two maidens to open their mouths in shock.
Santana was still hiding behind Brittany as she watched the other two woman exchange looks of concern.
"So you're telling us that you bought her, but not to use her as a slave?" Quinn asked and Brittany nodded.
"Brittany, dear, I know you're adventurous and such things but I didn't think you would do something like this." Rachel eyed Santana wearily and Santana felt herself becoming increasingly scared. She would usually put up a fight and never got scared, but after what happened on the slave ship, she learned to never talk back to a white person or there would be punishments.
"The question is why did you buy her if you don't intend to use her as a slave? Even if I am against the idea of slavery, that is extremely pointless." Rachel told Brittany who was staring at Santana again, she knew the woman was scared but she was going to prove that there was no need to be afraid.
"Brittany?"
"Yes?" Brittany asked, her eyes not at all leaving the shorter girl behind her. Her beauty captured her and she was finding herself wandering hopelessly into the dark pools of mocha which displayed so many emotions.
"Why did you buy her?"
"My heart and my head told me I couldn't let those people buy her. I had to do it. I simply had to."
Quinn and Rachel nodded but continued to stare at the Spanish girl behind Brittany. Santana found herself becoming uncomfortable with everybody staring at her like she was a rare antique and eventually spoke. She'd made it a rule not to speak to the white people, not even the beautiful blonde who saved her.
"Brittany." She whimpered so quietly she was sure that the blonde didn't hear her, but she did. Brittany was shocked when Santana said the fifth word she'd said to her since they met. She thought Santana was being hostile towards her because she was afraid.
"Quinn, Rachel, please stop. You're scaring Santana and I promised she didn't have to be afraid of me." The two maidens nodded and smiled apologetically at Brittany and Santana before exiting the room.
"Santana?" Brittany turned to the slightly shaky brunette who had her eyes downcast to the floor.
"Are you hungry at all?" Brittany asked her softly and Santana nodded the smallest nod. Brittany smiled and lifted her hand to tilt Santana's chin.
"We'll feed you and then I'll show you to your room. The only spare room at the house is situated next to mine, is that okay? That is unless you want to sleep in the barn with Finn and Noah."
Santana's widened at the mention of other people at the farm. She was already afraid of the two maidens, she didn't want to become more uneasy.
"Don't be afraid." Brittany whispered before leading Santana to a seat and proceeding to prepare a feast.
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After Santana had eaten the large meal that Brittany had made, she was shown to a room with a four post bed and a large drawer set. She bathed privately in Brittany's bathroom to wash off all the grime that had covered her body in the last three weeks.
When Brittany reassured her that she had no reason to be scared at the farm, she immediately found comfort under the covers of the bed. She was exhausted. Three weeks trying to sleep in a cramped room with another two hundred people was not a nice situation. Especially when the white men would more than often come down and take girls to the deck and do unbearable things to them.
Santana thought of Mercedes as soon as she laid her head on the soft pillow that the bed provided. Was it possible that Mercedes had been taken to the same town that Santana was taken to? Would Santana even be aloud out to search for her best friend? She had so many unanswered questions but she wasn't going to ask them. She wasn't going to speak to Brittany or the white people, no matter how kind Brittany had been... or how beautiful Brittany was.
Santana shook her head for thinking such things in the situation she was in. She was meant to be figuring out how to save her best friend and get back to Spain, not thinking about how beautiful another woman was.
Woman thinking about the same sex like that was wrong. At least that's what she had learned in the books in the library at home. She didn't see a problem with women loving women. Her mother had taught her that if you love somebody, you love them. You can't decide who you fall in love with.
But even if she did think Brittany was beautiful, that doesn't mean she would fall in love with her. Santana knew she wouldn't. Just because Brittany had saved her, it didn't mean Santana would run into her open arms and declare love and care. Brittany was a stranger and that's how it was going to stay.
"Well, well. What do we have here?" A member of the slave crew paced the slave quarters of the ship, eyeing every female in sight. Santana knew what he was planning to do. He would find a woman of satisfaction and then take her to the deck where she would be raped by three or more men then most likely killed for the chances of being pregnant by the white men.
Santana pushed herself further into the rotting wood she called her bed. The man was still pacing up and down, holding a rum bottle in his hand. He stopped before harshly dragging out a shaking African woman by the hair from her bed. He clumsily threw her down to the floor before giving her a once over and shaking his head in utter disgust and walking away.
He came to a stop a bed before Santana. Santana knew it was unoccupied as the young girl who had been there only yesterday, was taken up to the deck and never returned.
She tried to stay as still and quiet as possible, hoping the man would not see her in the darkness of the quarters and move on. She took the risk of moving her head slightly to seek out the man and his where abouts. What she wasn't ready for was the smell of rum and tobacco and coming face to face with the white man.
"Oh! Look what we have here! The angry monkey who caused a lot of disturbance back in monkey land. You've been real bad, I think it's time for the punishments!" The man proceeded to rag a terrified Santana from the bed and up to the deck where she shielded her eyes from the sharp light she hadn't seen in over a week.
"This one?" Another white man joined his fellow crew member's side and smirked as he nodded.
Santana jumped when she was pushed forward to the middle of the deck and surrounded by three men. She closed her eyes, praying in Spanish that this was all a nightmare and she would wake up in the safety of her own bed on her own ship with Mercedes in the next room.
She the rags she had been given, being ripped from her body. She choked back a sob as she opened her eyes and was met with the three men unbuckling the belt on their pants. She was forced down onto the soaking deck of the boat, a white man following on top of her.
She cried out in pain as the man entered her, taking her virginity and taking away her innocence.
"STOP!" Santana shot up from the bed as she cried out into the room.
Bed. Room.
She was at Brittany's house. She was safe. It was just another horrendous nightmare that she had every time she closed her eyes. A nightmare that would haunt her until the day she died. She knew she would never get of the images of the body moving on top of her and the sounds of laughs and sneers from the other men.
She whimpered when she heard a floor board outside the room creek and the door slowly open, revealing the figure of Brittany wearing a night gown, holding a lantern in her hand.
"Is everything okay?" Brittany asked, taking a step further into the room. Santana only shook her head and pulled the comforter over her body, hiding from Brittany.
She let out a small cry of fear when the bed dipped next to her and the comforter was pulled gently away from her body.
"Did you have a nightmare?" Brittany whispered, frowning as she saw the beads of sweat trailing down Santana's forehead.
Santana lay idol and decided to ignore Brittany. She wouldn't open up to her and pretend like she could make it all better. Because she couldn't. Brittany would never be able to stop the images that haunted Santana's mind.
Santana sure as hell wouldn't be sticking around long enough to even try out that theory.
The comforter was thrown to the foot of the bed, allowing a tall blonde to snake her body beside Santana. Santana tensed at the feeling of somebody being so close to her. She immediately thought back to the slave ship when Brittany's breath hit her neck.
A lone tear escaped Santana's eye as she desperately tried to get rid of the images of the white man on top of her. She let out a small sniff when she remembered how awful the men treated her.
"Santana, are you crying?" Brittany asked from where she was lying so close next to Santana. Santana shook her head and turned around to face away from Brittany.
"I know that you're scared, I understand. I've seen how bad the people treat you and the other Africans," Santana almost smiled when Brittany referred the people to Africans and not slaves. "But you don't have to be scared here. We're over a half hour away from the rest of the village by horse and my friends won't hurt you. I promise to you, you're safe here. Please, just let me care for you." Brittany pleaded and Santana felt a pang of guilt rush through her body.
As much as she didn't want to trust this woman she did. Brittany had saved her from her certain future torture and promised to take care of her. She fed and clothed Santana. She was even comforting her now and yet Santana had not let the word 'thank you' slip out of her mouth.
"Do you want to sleep now?" Brittany asked and Santana nodded. What Santana wasn't expecting was for a pale arm to wrap around her waist and pull her closer so that she was pressed flush against a body. Brittany's body.
She gasped when a rush of warmth flooded her body and made her feel tingles down her spine. Surely this was just a reaction to the fact a white person was touching her?
No. When the white men touched her, she felt scared and nauseous. The men were disgusting and treated her like filth.
What she was feeling now that Brittany was touching her was nothing compared to those feelings. She felt cared for and as though all the life she had before she was captured, was suddenly pouring back into her.
Slowly, she trailed a path down her body, searching for Brittany's hand which was resting lightly on her stomach. She found the pale hand and gave it a soft squeeze.
"Yes?" Brittany's reply was instant and Santana lightly smiled.
"Thank you." Santana mumbled so quietly that she was sure that Brittany would have difficulty hearing it.
"You're more than welcome. I'd do anything for you. Good night, Santana."
Santana lay still in the bed for well over an hour. Brittany was a sleep with her arms still around Santana's mid section but Santana was still scared. She was on high alert, afraid that somebody would slam through the door and rape her like they'd done on the slave ship.
Brittany stirred in her sleep, pulling Santana closer and tighter to her body. Santana let out a sigh before turning in her position to face Brittany. Her bangs were sprawled across her face and her nose was scrunched. Her soft snoring sounded like a melody to Santana and before she knew what she was doing, she lightly brushed a piece of hair out of Brittany's face.
Santana knew Brittany was beautiful but here asleep, she looked even more serene. So peaceful and calm. Santana let the sound of Brittany breathing win her over and before long she was asleep in Brittany's arms.
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March 14th 1821
Brittany woke up to a weight on her arms. She wondered if she had mistaken her bedroom for the dog bed again and if her dog, Milo, was sleeping on her.
Then she remembered that she'd heard Santana scream out from a nightmare and she went to comfort her. She slowly opened one eye, blinded by the sunlight shining through the netted curtains of the room.
Once regaining her full sight back, she smiled at a beautiful sleeping Santana. Brittany thought that she was so interesting to look at. Since yesterday, every time she looked at her, she saw new things.
The prospect of starting a friendship with Santana excited Brittany to say the least. Brittany knew that when she saw Santana at the auction, she would regret it to her dying day if she would of left her. She knew she felt something deep inside her when she saw Santana. She just knew.
The aroma of bacon drifted up Brittany's nose and she presumed it was Quinn cooking breakfast since Rachel refused to go anywhere near meat.
She remembered how thin and weak Santana looked yesterday, and how quick she devoured the food that she made her before bed. She knew the ship crew didn't exactly feed the Africans when they were captured and that disgusted her. Everybody had a right to eat food. Especially Santana.
Brittany decided that it would be best to wake Santana up now, so she didn't feel nervous about what she was supposed to do when she did wake up.
"Santana." She whispered softly, close to her ear.
Santana made no movement and Brittany felt a pang of pain in her heart. Obviously she didn't sleep well on the ship. Her father had told her stories of how cramped the spaces where on the journey from Africa to America. Santana mustn't of been able to sleep a wink, not to mention being terrified of being killed at any minute by the capturers. She must of been exhausted.
Brittany decided to wait a little longer for Santana to wake up. She sat on the edge of the bed and simply watched her. She couldn't understand how somebody could treat Santana, or anybody for that matter so cruelly. She didn't understand how there was nobody trying to stop this 'tradition'.
Santana stirred and Brittany instantly stood up from the bed and moved to her side. She saw how Santana opened her eyes and closed them again as soon as the light hit her. Brittany let out a breathy laugh when Santana's face suddenly had a panicked look on it.
"Did you sleep well?" She asked the woman who was still half asleep. Santana jumped when she heard a voice next to her, only to realize seconds later that it was Brittany. She nodded and nervously stood from the bed, unsure of what to do next.
"Do you want some breakfast?" Brittany questioned wearily. The Spanish girl nodded and awkwardly followed Brittany down the stairs of the farm house and into a large room with a concrete wall on one side. They were met by Quinn, who seemed genuinely happy that Santana had decided to come to join them for breakfast.
"Where has Rachel disappeared to?" Brittany asked Quinn, who was busy slicing a fresh piece of bread for Santana.
She shrugged, "I think she went to the creek to try and catch some fish. We're running low on meat and fish supply."
"Ah, I was supposed to buy some yesterday. Is Finn around?"
"Noah and him are rounding up the sheep. I'm sure they're on the second field." Brittany nodded and turned back to Santana. The Spanish girl was slowly eating the food on the plate in front of her. Brittany knew it was because she wasn't sure of how to act around her and Quinn.
"I won't take a second. Quinn, don't scare Santana while I'm gone. I need to ask Finn to run an errand for me." Quinn nodded as Brittany exited the house to ask Finn to take the money she 'bought' Santana with to town.
Santana was left alone with Quinn, who eyed her before sitting down on the wooden chair opposite her. Santana didn't dare bring her eyes up to meet Quinn's glare, she felt somewhat intimidated by the woman.
"You don't have fear me, you know." Quinn stated softly, causing Santana to look at her with questioning eyes.
"I can sense that you're nervous around us. You don't have to be. Here at Brittany's farm we're a family and we would never do anything to hurt Brittany. Hurting you would be hurting her... she cares a lot for you." Quinn reassured her. Santana was almost put at ease by the words but still felt somewhat distressed.
"You're not African, am I correct?"
Santana nodded and Quinn's head perked up.
"Why are you here then? Are you a criminal?"
Santana shook her head frantically. She didn't want to be accused of something that she was not, even though she'd been mistaken for an African before.
"Look. I'm not the kind of lady that will pick one's brains. I know you're anxious to speak to us, I would be also. You're just really.. interesting. When you're ready to talk more, come find me, okay?" Quinn's smile expressed tenderness and friendliness. Santana nodded, not feeling so afraid anymore. She didn't want to have to talk to these people, but something told her she to if she wanted to find her best friend and get back home.
Quinn stood up abruptly as Brittany entered through the door.
"Were you interrogating her?" Brittany raised an eyebrow at Quinn.
"No. Absolutely not. I just wanted to reassure her that you mean no harm.. We, I mean. We." Brittany didn't respond and instead sat down in the space Quinn had previously occupied.
"Not hungry?"
"Not really." Santana muttered. She'd been building up courage to speak to Brittany since last night. How the blonde girl made her feel was weird and foreign, but really refreshing.
"You're talking to me now?" Brittany grinned, relieved that she hadn't scared Santana even more after last night. She took a huge risk getting into the bed with Santana, but she needed comforting and Brittany had promised to take care of her.
"It would be rude to ignore you after everything you've already done for me." Santana concluded. Brittany smiled and shook her head at Santana's new behavior. "I told you, it was no problem. Is there anything you'd like to do today?"
Santana pondered for a minute. Would it be acceptable to ask somebody who had already saved you and took you in to help you look for your best friend? What if Brittany was actually an imposter and intended to befriend her only to hurt her much worse than she could have?
No. Brittany couldn't possibly be like that.
"I could introduce you to Noah, he's my field helper as well as Finn. You know the man who drove the horse cart?" Santana nodded and allowed herself to be led to the old barn house that Noah and Finn resided in.
Santana went back to her nervous self when they stopped outside the barn. She knew how white men could treat woman like her, she was afraid to meet Noah.
Brittany knocked on the wooden doors of the barn, letting her free hand snake around Santana's wrist in a calming way.
The door opened and out stepped a tall, lean man with a weird hair cut stepped out. "Good day, Brittany. Who is this we have here?"
"Noah, this is Santana. Did Quinn or Rachel tell you about her?"
"Ah, the lady you bought yesterday?" Santana cringed at the word 'bought'. She wasn't an object to be sold, she was a human. Still, she'd been treated like an alien.
Brittany rolled her eyes. "I didn't buy Santana, Noah. I saved her and she's staying with us. I ask you only to be polite and don't make her fear you, please."
Noah nodded and looked over Santana's figure more than one. "If I must say so myself, you are real pretty young lady." Santana watched as a hungry stare formed in Noah's eyes and his pupils raked over her body once more.
She couldn't take the way he looked at her, like the slave ship crew did when they mercilessly threw her to the floor and raped her.
She turned and ran back up the field, ignoring the calls from Brittany and behind the big house. There she found a lot of horse tables, but only a few occupied by the animals. She walked up to one of the pens that was labeled Shazam and smiled fondly at the animal. Santana had always loved horses. The ones back home were her second best friends next to Mercedes.
The horse which she figured was called Shazam, nuzzled its enormous face into her neck and she stared giggling. She stroked the horse's main and smiled as it enthusiastically neighed. She laughed once more as the horse licked up the side of her face.
"You have a beautiful laugh." Santana jumped and turned around to face Brittany who was standing with a sparkle in her eye. Santana glared at her curiously as she approached her and the horse.
"What happened back there? Did Noah make you feel uncomfortable?"
Santana nodded and continued to pet the horse.
"Do you want to talk about it?" When Santana shook her head, Brittany huffed softly before proceeding to stand next to Santana.
"You can tell me anything, you know. Daddy told me sometimes when something is bothering you, letting the world know will make it all better, but you don't have to tell me... not yet."
"What happened to your father?" Santana asked her shyly. Brittany smiled. Maybe if she told Santana some stories, she would trust her enough to tell her what was bothering her.
"Bandits," Santana cocked her head to the side. She had no idea what a bandit was, considering she was from Spain and all.
"Oh! Thieves. They killed him when he was on his way home from the next town over. Sad really. They took his clothes and horse carriage and left him to die in the middle of the road. I thought he was missing until I was informed by the sheriff that he'd been found and he was dead."
Santana's heart began to pound frantically. How could somebody do that? She thought slavery was bad but doing that was just a worse. Brittany was a nice person, so her father must of been too. Tragic.
"So that's how you got the house?" Santana asked her.
"Indeed. Daddy was very rich. I inherited almost three million dollars and a lot of land. I had to hire Finn, Noah, Rachel and Quinn to help me around the farm because I knew I wouldn't be able to handle it alone." Brittany told her in a sad tone.
"So you have no family left?" Brittany shook her head. "I never met my mother and the family I do have live over a week away by horse. Sometimes it gets lonely, you know? Not having any real family.. I'm very thankful that I have Finn, Noah, Quinn and Rachel though.. and now I have you." Brittany said quietly.
Santana felt her heart ache for the woman. She knew what it was like when a family passed but having no family at all must have been excruciating.
'Now I have you' rang through Santana's mind. Could it be a possibility that Brittany considered her as a friend? Or even a family member? She'd only been at the farm for one day.
"Are you going to tell me about your family?" The blonde asked her with a soft smile.
"Uh-" Was all Santana managed to say.
"It's okay. I know you find it hard to talk to me.. when you're ready maybe you can consider?"
Santana nodded and went back to stroke the beautiful horse she had already fallen in love with. He was large, oak brown cultured with a thick black mane. Simply stunning.
"Shazam is my daddy's horse. I have my own horse but Shazam is my favorite."
Santana pulled her hand back from stroking the horse as if she had put her hand on an open flame. Brittany saw the panic and shame in her eyes and immediately took her hand and placed it back on Shazam's fur.
"You can touch him, you know. Just because my father is dead, it doesn't mean I'll keep everything he owned sheltered, otherwise I'd have nothing."
Santana seemed hesitant to keep petting the horse, even after the reassurance of Brittany that it was fine.
"Shazam likes you, I can see from afar. Would you like it if I taught you how to ride him?"
Santana bit her lip from blurting that she was already an expert at riding horses since she had them back at home but then that would be telling Brittany personal stories and she didn't want to do that. It would be pointless to tell her anyway. As soon as she was well enough, she'd be out looking for Mercedes and on her way back to Spain, even if she knew it would kill her to leave the beautiful blonde and never see her again.
"I'd like that." Santana smiled.
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Santana had spent the rest of the day on her own exploring the farm. She'd came across the creek at the end of the field and spent hours there, with her feet hanging carelessly in the flowing water. It was a hot day so Santana allowed herself to lay in the soft grass of Brittany's field which all too well reminded her of Africa.
She huffed when the taunting images floated through her mind for the nth time since she was captured. She'd never forget how Mercedes face fell as she was pulled on to different ship.
Walking back towards the farm house, she'd seen Quinn and Rachel sitting on the porch in old rocking chairs, chatting endlessly. She was worried to walk past them and decided it would be easier if she took the back door. That was until Quinn spotted her.
"Hi, Santana. How was your day?" The brunette simply nodded as a reply and was about to enter the house when Rachel stopped her.
"I don't believe that I've introduced myself properly. Hello. I'm Rachel Berry and it's a pleasure to meet you." Rachel stuck out her hand and Santana politely but awkwardly shook it.
"Don't feel intimidated by Rachel. She can be quite bothersome at times." Brittany appeared by the door and Santana breathed a sigh of relief.
"That's not the slightest bit true, Brittany. I was not causing her to feel intimidated. I was introducing myself formally, like you should of allowed me to do yesterday." Quinn chuckled at her maiden friend and Brittany only rolled her eyes.
"Well, now that you have introduced yourself, it's okay that I take Santana from your company and into mine." Brittany smiled sweetly at her two maidens before taking Santana's hand and leading her into the house.
"I made you some food. Do you enjoy chicken?" Brittany asked as she led them through the house.
Santana nodded absentmindedly, trying to get over the high she was feeling because Brittany had hold of her hand. Did she feel like that when her father or Mercedes touched her? No..
The sound of a chair scraping against the floor shook Santana from her thought and she sat down opposite Brittany who began serving chicken, vegetables and mashed potatoes.
Santana was handed her plate and she dug right in, making up for the three weeks that she barely survived.
Santana caught Brittany watching her and slightly blushed, earning a giggle from Brittany.
"I never got to thank you properly." Santana confessed. "There's a more than certain chance I would be dead right now or either fainting from exhaustion in a field full of the others. You saved me and took me in and I'm more than thankful for that. You're a really kind person, Brittany. Thank you." She said
Brittany felt tears prickle her eyelids. She'd done many nice things for people in her life, but never did a thank you ever affect her that much. The fact was that Santana could be dead right now if she never would of wondered into the crowd of people and she would of never seen the sheer beauty of Santana.
"You're more than welcome, Santana." Brittany responded with a beam.
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I had a lot of demands to upload the next chapter so here it is.
Some may think the Brittana interactions are maybe too soon, but I can never seem to keep them apart, sorry.
Next chapter will probs be up tomorrow or the next, just adding a bit more to it :)
Also thanks for all the favorites and follows. xo
