It's not what you think
She was just lying there, stone cold, no breath for a few seconds I thought she was dead. I thought that the shame of me had killed her. After 3 seconds of me and her sister shouting and slapping her she started to breath, her chest slowly rose and sunk. I was hugging her as Camille was ringing an ambulance.
"Sant…Are you okay you kind of blacked out" She sat up slowly with one hand to her perfect head, she looked confused, to be honestly it was really sexy.
"God I had a bad dream, Camille was here and she knew about us and she was screaming at me and…." Camille's face came into view as Santana took a gulp.
"Yes, she is awake now but she looks like she could go any minute… I DON'T CARE ABOUT FUCKING TRAFIC GET YOUR LATINO ASS HERE!" She was obviously on the phone to a doctor.
"Don't bovver Dad at work!" She shot Santana a quick glare and she continued to talk to their father.
"Sigo siendoel mayor" She was pasing back and fawward, talking not shouting at Santanas dad.
"What did she say?" I asked handing her a glass of wáter. She took it but i shock my head as i held it up to her face for her to take a drink.
"She said she was still the eldiset" She spat the words out, she didnt want me to see her so vunerable so she tryed to uphold some of her power in the house. That was total Santana, not letting anyone or anything tell her what she can and cant do. She got on with her sister but it wastnt the best relationship to be honist. Her sister was off the phone and now starign out the window.
"Dad seams to think you will be fine, he said if you pass out again we have to bring you to A&E! Okay?" Santanna nodded at the clearly supera woman in the house.
"Hun. Do you need anything like to eat or a pillow i can run and get one off your bed for you, i dont mind. Or Ice cream? You love you some Ice Cream!" I tryed to make her smirk as at the minute she was filled with a bit of hatred for Camille.
"Ermmm, i could do with a pillow but not the one from my…bed"
"I know the one from your sofa, the one with the flowers down the side. You always have that one when you dont feel 100%." Santana looked at me with surprise in her eyes, i knew so much about her. Well i should do she was not my girlfriend and we had been best friends since like forever.
Camilles eyes were on me, she oviously didnt like the fact that i knew so much about her baby sister. She exhaled and carried on staring out the window and i headed up the stairs to Santanas room where i had been more than a few times. As i made my way up the staires all i could hear behind me was shouting. Spanish shouting.
"¡Por qué! ¿Por qué siquiera pensar en eso? Es estúpido. eres una mujer!" That was Camille, i knew Santannas spanish voice.
"Cam, que se han ido por meses y cuando llegue a usted no me puede decir qué hacer! tú eres mi hermana no ser feliz para mí!" That was santana. She had tryed to teach me spanish she was saying something along the lines of Cam, you have been gone, you cant drench me what to do. Ooops. Dont know that word. Be happy for me. I entered santanas room. I hadnt been here for a long time.
I looked around at all of Santana in the room. The straightners my the mirror, the make up all over her desk by the window, the picture of me and her i gave her for her birthday a few months back. Its a cute photo. I loved it. When i saw the pillow i picked it up and cuddled it smelling her on it. As i looked at it i saw some words on the bottom of the pillow that S had oviously put there. "Yo la amo" these were the words that i could hear coming form downstairs before i heard a glass smash on the floor.
"SANTANA!" I ran down the stairs, almost tripping over the shoes on the staircase. She shouting had stopped i could only think the worse that was the thing about me. I always thought the worst of a situation.
Santana and Camille were hugging. I enter the lounge bursting through the door as they both turned and looked at me.
"I thought you were hurt!" Santana looked at Camille and then smirked and walked over to me hugging me and kissing my forehead.
"I'm fine now you are with me!" Santana embraced the hug as she reassured me that she was perfectly fine. Camille was obviously calmer than before.
"Let's start again" I removed myself from Santana still holding onto her hand and walked over to her sister. "I'm Britney S. Pierce, and I'm in love with your sister."
"Hi Britney, I'm Camille and I would like to apologies for my outburst earlier I was just very shocked when she told me. I am happy for you, although I may not look like it, in a few weeks I'm sure I will have come round to the idea" I breathed out and turned around to Santana, she was smirking like a small child, it was adorable.
"Well I hope we can become some sort of friends." She smiled at me, picking up the bags she had dropped to the floor earlier and exited the lounge heading out into the kitchen. Santana giggles and grabbed my waist before spinning me around on my heels and landing a kiss on my lips.
"I can't hear talking! I should be hearing talking!" Camille shouted threw from the kitchen as Santana giggled.
"Oi, ella es la mía para besarla cuando deseo siempre a, usted linado me para que la besa." Santana yelled back knowing that I wouldn't understand but I had been getting better she said she could kiss me whenever she wanted. I could only smirk as I planted one more kiss on her nose. She pulled me down onto the sofa as I nuzzled my head into the crook of her neck. It fit perfectly! This was it. Heaven!