Santana laid on her bathroom floor, cold, wet and sticky. She pulled her legs up to her chest and buried her face in her knees, laying in the fetal position she let her sobs ring a deadly tone through the empty Lopez household. Why me? Why now? Santana could all but wonder to herself. She felt bad for leaving her friends to stand in the hallway with panicked looks on their faces, but worse, she had left Brittany.
'San, San, open the door I can hear you. Please let me in." A small voice interrupted her thoughts from behind the locked door. "San, it's me, Brittany. Kurt drove me here. You left. You left me alone, you promised you'd never leave me." Brittany's words were like a punch in the face, a blow to the stomach, her heart broke. Santana reached up and unlocked the door. Still laying on the floor, more broken than she ever thought she could be. "Oh San, you're all sticky. Please don't cry." Brittany pleaded as she laid herself next to Santana on the cold hard floor, running her long fingers through the tangled, sticky hair that was only a few short hours ago, perfect. Brittany leaned in close and gave Santana a soft comforting kiss, "You taste yummy." Santana opened her eyes, sadness pooling in the dark brown eyes that usually looked at Brittany with nothing but happiness and love. "I hate seeing you cry, it's like a day without sunshine."
Santana lifted herself from the floor, and slumped against the wall, Brittany mirroring her every move. "B, I'm sorry I walked out on you like-" She was cut off by Brittany's tongue slowly outlining the shape of her lower lip. "Don't apologize." Brittany murmured as she placed soft, chaste kisses upon the crying brunette. "It's not supposed to be like this Britt's, we're supposed to be happy." "We are happy." Brittany said as a look of confusion spread across her face. Santana was quick to respond. "Are you going to still be happy if you get a slushy in the face?" "As long as you're there to help clean me off, I will be." Santana smiled at Brittany who had gotten to her feet and stood, hand extended, waiting.
"We should get you cleaned up. As tasty as you are all cherry flavoured..." She didn't let herself finish her own sentence, instead she lifted Santana's top over her head, meeting her with a kiss. She let her hands wander down Santana's tan, perfect skin, unbuttoned her denim shorts and slid them off. Santana took a deep breath, as she stood almost naked in front of her girlfriend. "This isn't fair." Santana stated. "I know, but someone will teach him a les-" "I meant that you have more clothes on than I do." Santana nearly ripped Brittany's clothes off her, as they wrestled with each article of clothing they both had on, until Santana had Brittany pinned against the bathroom door, wearing nothing but each other. Santana reached over to the faucet and turned it on, letting the shower water run for a few moments while she and Brittany left lingering touches on every inch of one another's skin. "Well since you're already undressed.." Santana pulled Brittany in to the shower, letting the water fall over them. "Best. Shower. Ever." Brittany smiled, as the two girls let there mouths and hands, do the rest of the talking.