Santana awoke to the sound of a car being started. She sat up and rubbed her eyes, glancing at her bedside clock, which read 9:15am. 'I must've slept through the night' she thought to herself, as she stretched and reached over for her phone. She saw that she had seven messages and nine missed calls, all from Brittany, then the events of the previous night came flooding back.
Her mind was bombarded with memories; Brittany crying, begging her to stay; the feeling of the world crumbling from beneath her feet when Brittany admitted to kissing Artie; the way that one comment made her heart feel as though it had broken into a million pieces.
She opened the text messages and read them one by one, each one becoming more and more desperate and pleading.
'Santana, please answer your phone!'
'I'm sorry, please come back and talk to me?'
'I don't know how to show you how sorry I am.'
'The kiss with Artie meant nothing; you're the one I want to be with.'
'I don't care how long it takes; I want us to be together.'
'I'll wait for you.'
The last message made Santana's heart clench, and she took a deep breath to steady herself as she read those four simple words:
'I love you Santana.'
She felt fresh tears beginning to form in the corners of her eyes, so she decided to have a shower and try to take her mind off the blonde girl whom she still loved, despite having her heart broken by her.
She got dressed and jogged down the stairs, pausing in the kitchen as she saw the answering machine flashing, indicating the arrival of a message. She pressed play, and a small smile formed on her lips as she heard her mother's cheerful voice:
"Hey honey! I've gone to stay with Mike for a few days, since he's off to Spain next week. I've stocked up the fridge for you, and I've made sure your dad knows how to reach you if you need him. You should invite Brittany over to keep you company, I know you girls are always glad for your space when I'm out of the house! Anyway, I'll be back on Friday. Take care of yourself Santana, I love you sweetheart!'
Santana smiled as her mum spoke of her new boyfriend, but then her face fell slightly as Brittany's name was mentioned, and she was once again reminded of the events of last night.
She was busying herself with breakfast, rummaging through the fridge, when she heard her phone ringing. She looked at the caller ID, and her heart sank when she saw the name on the screen: Bx
She took a deep breath, pressed the green button, and held the phone up to her ear.
"Santana? Oh my god, I'm so glad you answered!" Brittany's voice was filled with relief.
"What do you want?" Santana's voice was cold and distant in comparison.
"I need to talk to you! Please, can I come over?"
She was almost begging, and Santana could hear the desperation and longing in her voice.
"Fine. Come over now. Mom's not here, so the house is empty. We can talk in private."
She then hung up abruptly, and sat on one of the kitchen stools, tapping her foot impatiently. She knew it wouldn't take long for Brittany to drive to her house, so she watched the clock, listening to it tick, waiting for the blonde to arrive.