Thanks for coming back to read chapter 2. As always reviews are appreciated. Last chapter I had alot of errors and I appreciate everone who caught it. I fixed it last week, but if there are any mistakes in this chapter, just let me know. :]
Brittany woke up on the hard cold white tiles of her bathroom floor. She opened her eyes and stared at her bathtubs side wall. For some time she laid like that, trying to figure out if last night was a false reality or the truth.
Eventually she pulled herself off the floor, taking a stand in front of the mirror. She looked at her pajamas and everything seemed fine. Then she took her shirt and shorts off. Everything was...
Brittany ran her hand over the clasps of her bra and noticed that they weren't in the correct hooks.
This was a huge wake up call for her. Everything she thought was just an awful nightmare was actually her reality.
She backed into the door with a loud thud, slid down the smooth wood and onto the floor. Then she cradled her head in her hands between her knees, and cried.
Outside of the door laid a slumbering Santana, she hadn't sent slept well due to the amount of thoughts that filled her head the previous night. Once she heard the thud on the door she woke immediately. She got on her knees and put her ear to the door, for any sign of what was happening on the other side.
The action was unnecessary, audible sobs came from Brittany and could be heard throughout the room.
Santana had no more time to sit and baby Brittany, she needed to know what was wrong, and she needed to know now.
"Brittany!" Santana yelled as she tried repeatedly to open the locked door. The fact that she wasn't getting in urged her to beat on the door until Brittany came out.
After a continuous three minutes of aggressive knocking on the door, Santana heard the door unlock. It took everything she had not to break the door down.
She stood back to allow her girlfriend room to exit. As Brittany walked into the room Santana instantly calmed down.
Brittany looked at the floor letting her long blonde hair cascade down over her face. As she finally looked up, she noticed that Santana had her arms out.
It was as if a magnetic force brought them together in a bone crushing hug. They both tried to convey their emotions through the embrace; neither girl said a word as they cried.
Seeing Brittany cry was hard for Santana. Not knowing why proved to be even harder.
Standing up and crying took a lot out of the girls, so they moved over to the bed and let sleep take them over.
Santana woke up and seen that the blonde still was asleep. She loved Brittany and didn't want to leave her, but she was hungry and needed food.
As she pulled away and hopped off the bed, she watched Brittany reach out for her. Santana's stomach growled and although she felt bad she opted for the next best thing. She grabbed a pillow and placed it in Brittany's reach, and then Santana waited. Right after she laid it down, Brittany cuddled it with a smile.
Santana couldn't help but smile at how adorable Brittany could be.
"Finally." Santana said. She patted her stomach as she spoke to it, "I'm sorry I've neglected you." Her arm extends to open the refrigerator door, but an instant before, she hears Grace call her from the garage.
"Santana, is that you?"
"Damn it." she withdrew her hand and made her way toward Brittany's mom.
"Hey Mrs. P, what's up?" Grace was sitting on the hard concrete of the garage floor with multiple brown cardboard boxes of various sizes surrounded her. She was holding a painting that was obviously done by a child.
Grace looked up at Santana, "Hey, I heard some banging upstairs earlier, are you and Brittany alright?
"Yeah, we're fine." Santana said, but Grace has known the girl for such a long time that she knew she was lying. She gave Santana an 'I don't even believe that' look. "Is it because you had to go home last night?"
"No, of course not. I didn't even..." she stopped before she told on herself. The older women raised an eyebrow. Truth was she new Santana and her daughter wouldn't be able to stay away from each other.
The teen playfully rolled her eyes and laughed," Okay, so we're not fine."
"Care to share?" Things took a serious turn.
Santana looked everywhere except for at Grace. Once her eyes eventually found her, she took in and let out a deep breath. "Well, last night she was fine," she tried to think of a way to not let Grace know she was there, "then this morning she locked herself in the bathroom. She was crying and wouldn't unlock the door..."
Grace cut her off, "And that's why I heard banging on the door?" Santana looked at the ground and nodded. "Welp, I guess history repeats itself." Grace said light heartedly. Santana looked confused. One, she didn't know when this happened before, and two; she didn't know why Grace seemed unfazed by it.
Grace seen the brunettes face, "Come here." she resituated a few boxes and patted the empty space next to her. Santana moved closer to her girlfriend's mom and sat down. "Now I know I have that picture somewhere." she says to herself as she scavenged for something.
Right as Santana opened her mouth to speak, "Aha, here it is." Grace held up a photo of a seven year old Brittany, crying. She wore a yellow sundress with a duck pattern all over it. Santana smiled and took the picture to get a better look. Her finger ran over the old, slightly wrinkled photo.
"That was taken a few days after Brittany locked herself in the bathroom, while she cried. I had to beat on the door and try to talk to her for the better half of an hour."
She then handed Santana another photo, it was Brittany in the same dress and it looked to be the same day. This time she stood with her shoulders raised up and her head tilted in an 'I don't know who did it' kind of way, with the cutest toothless grin plastered on her face. "And this one was taken an hour after the first."
Santana couldn't help but laugh at this. "She is so precious. Why is she so happy?" she looked over at Grace.
"Because that's just Brittany. Just give her time and she'll be fine."
They spent the next twenty minute talking about Brittany's childhood, and the funny things she did, when Brittany herself walks in.
Both Santana and Grace were too busy looking at more photos and laughing to know she had entered. "What's got you all so happy?" she said as she made room for herself next to Santana who now sat across from Brittany's mom.
Santana leaned over giving Brittany a kiss on the lips. Brittany looped her arm around her girlfriends and cuddling into her, placing her head into Santana's neck.
Grace smiled, she thought that they made a cute couple and were very compatible. It might even be safe to say that she was a little jealous. Her and Ethan's relationship was slowly starting to sink. Yes, they still loved each other, but their sex life was pretty much nonexistent. It's not like they lacked drive, it was the fact that they never wanted it at the same time.
Ethan always wanted it in the morning, and never at night; Grace was the opposite, and never knew why he was so persistent every morning. In the afternoons he was either playing with Santana or bothering Brittany, or she was either shopping or with her friends, so they never really had or made time.
Santana lifted up a small stack of colored paper that was put together as a book. Brittany blushed immediately, "Ya, know Britt, I never knew you were an author." She flipped through the pages then back to the title page." Heart attacks are just from loving to much by Brittany Pierce." They all burst into a fit of giggles.
"Well what can I say? I was like 6 when I wrote that." she pouted.
Santana reached for Brittany's hand and interlocked it with her own, "Well, I think it's..." Her sentence came to sudden stop as she grabbed her chest and her breathing became irregular.
Brittany dropped the pout and started to panic. Grace lent over to see if she was okay. Santana shifted to lie in her girlfriends lap, and looked up at her. "I think..."
"What, Santana!" she said as tears threatened to fall from her eye.
"I think I'm having a heart attack."
Completely forgetting about their previous conversation Brittany replied, "A heart attack. How could you be having a heart attack?"
Grace sat back down and smiled, she knew what was taking place, and internally commended Santana's wit, but Brittany on the other hand didn't understand.
She looked at her mom, "Why are you smiling and not helping her." Grace simply smiled wider and pointed down to Santana.
Brittany looked back down and into the brown eyes she could never forget when Santana spoke, "Because I love you too much," she said with a smile now growing on her face. Brittany looked at her confused then a few seconds later she understood.
At first she thought it was cute how Santana turned something she was embarrassed about into something romantic, but then, "You made me think you were dying." She slapped her playfully on the arm with a smile.
As Santana sat back up she laughed, "I'm sorry, but it was too good to pass up."
Their laughter was cut short by Santana's stomach growling. They laugh again, "I'm starving too, let's go eat. Are you coming mom?" Brittany asked.
"Not right now, Hun, I want to finish sorting through all this." With that Santana and Brittany were off.
Once in the kitchen Santana had zero interest in waiting for food, so she grabbed a box of Cap'n Crunch and the milk and sat down at the island. Brittany brought her a bowl and a spoon, and in no time she was plowing down into it.
Brittany just watched her with a smile on her face. Santana looked up, "What?" mouth half full. The blonde just giggled and grabbed a bowl and spoon for herself.
She also got a box of Fruit Loops down. Never would she dare to eat or touch Santana's Cap'n Crunch again. It was insane how crazy she was over her cereal. One time Brittany ate a few pieces out of the box when Santana was asleep, and the next day she gave her a thirty minute lecture about how when pieces are missing it imbalances her breakfast. And at the end of it she threw the mostly full box away.
Santana had already devoured a serving of cereal and was pouring her second as Brittany poured her first.
Brittany was just about to put the spoon in her mouth when," Hey girls, cereal for lunch. Awesome." She froze unable to move.
Santana looked up, "What's up E-Man, you wanna join us?"
Santana and Ethan looked at Brittany as her spoon hit the ceramic bowl. Brittany stood quickly, and gave a shy smile to Santana, "I'm actually not hungry."
Santana was confused, "But you just said..." she was cut off.
"Yeah, but I suddenly feel dirty, so I'm gonna go take a bath."
"Okay, give me a second and I'll come with you." Brittany shakes her head violently.
"No that's okay, take your time. I kinda just wanna be alone." She didn't even wait for a reply before she darted out of the kitchen.
The two kitchen occupants just looked at each other and shrugged. Ethan sat in Brittany's place, ate her cereal, and talked and laughed with the young brunette.
Around an hour later Santana went up the stairs and into Brittany's room. She walked over to the bathroom door and tried to open it. It was unlocked, so far so good.
When she opened the door Brittany was relaxing in the tub. Santana audibly shut the door and Brittany jumped in shock. Once she seen who it was she relaxed. "Oh, I thought I locked that."
Santana made her way over to Brittany. She sat down on the floor with her legs crossed, "What are you doing." she asked in a low tone.
"Thinking." she said simply.
"About what?"
"Why the world is the way it is. Can I ask you something?"
Santana didn't understand how Brittany altered moods so fast lately. "Sure."
"If you could wish for anything, what would it be?"
She was even more confused about why Brittany was having such deep thoughts, so instead of dwelling on it she decided to ask. "Britt, why are you thinking about that?"
Brittany just shrugged, "Never mind, I don't want to talk about this anymore." She further relaxed into the warm bubbly water.
Silence filled the room causing an unknown amount of time to pass. Santana sat on the back of her legs shins to the floor with her head rested atop of her arms that were crossed and lying on the tubs side.
"Britt." she said softly.
"Hmm?" she said as she laid in the water with her face toward the ceiling. Her eyes were closed but she was listening.
Santana stared at the side of Brittany's face. "Brittany, look at me." Her voice sounded so weak. It actually scared the blonde. She opened her eyes, but couldn't bring herself to look at her girlfriend. "Please." To Brittany it seemed like the more Santana spoke, the more defeated she sounded.
Her body stayed still in the water, only turning her head she looked at Santana. They made eye contact and blue mixed with brown in a short silence.
"I know what I'd wish for now." Santana said as a single tear fell from Brittany's eye. "I'd wish that my girlfriend would trust me enough to let me know what's making her so sad."
Brittany was silently sobbing, no noise left her throat, but tears fled from her eyes with urgency. How was she supposed to tell her girlfriend that her father molested her? Again.