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chapter 2
The next day Santana woke up to a vibrating weight on her chest. When she opened her eyes she saw an orange cat staring at her with big green eyes. It blinked as she stared wide eyed, unmoving. Then it rolled over onto it's back, falling next to her. It snuggled into the warmth. She scratched his back before reaching up for her phone, to see it was already 4pm. She stretched and got out of bed, only to have O'Malley, the orange cat, follow her. When she came into the living area she saw Mitch sitting on the floor at the coffee table eating soup and doing homework with the TV on. At hearing her walk in, Mitch looked up and swallowed her mouth full of soup and pointed to the kitchen. Santana looked over to see a sandwich on a plate covered in saran wrap. Mitch came over and grabbed two pops out of the fridge, handing her one. "Thanks, Mitch" Santana said as she took the can. Mitch nodded, taking a sip of coke, nodding and turning to face Santana. She grabs Santana's chin lightly and tips her head back and to the side to look at her discolored cheek closer. "...Should probably ice that again." She puts light pressure and the injured girl winces, hissing "yup, definitely ice that." She walks back over to the coffee table, calling over her shoulder "you might want to call Brittany. She's probably worried." Santana nodded and dialed her girlfriend's number. "San?" Brittany asked worriedly. Santana let out a sigh "Hey B, I uh... I'm at Mitch's place. Could you come over?" There was silence, "Britt," she asked worriedly. "Oh, sorry, San, I was nodding." Brittany replied bashfully. Santana chuckled. "San..." "yeah?" "I love you" Santana smiled "I love you, too B." And with that they hung up.
Brittany shows up in Cheerios sweat pants and her varsity jacket over an oversized sweat shirt. Her hair is tied up in a bun and she has no make-up on. Mitch opens the door still in her pajamas. She smiles at Brittany, noticing her pink cheeks and nose. "You look cold, Britt" she says. Brittany smiles widely and hugs her quickly. "Where's San?" she asks. Mitch fakes a wounded look. "Oh okay, I see how it is." She jokes putting a hand over her heart. "You wound me, Brittany" she says with puppy dog eyes. Brittany giggles, stepping inside fully as Mitch closes the door. Santana looks up over the couch and leaps over it, seeing Brittany, still in her sweats and tank top, she smiles sliding off Brittany's coat. Seeing the sweat shirt, she grins "that's mine." Brittany looks down bashfully "No...?" Santana laughs, giving her a peck on the lips. When she pulls away, she grabs Brittany's hand bringing her to the couch and they plop down. The dancer on her lap, she looks closer at the Latina, "Oh, San" she says, cupping her cheek softly. Santana leans into the touch and looks at her, cupping both her cheeks when Brittany's eyes start to water. "Hey, hey don't cry baby. It looks worse than it is. I swear, I'm fine." She kisses Brittany, just holding her. When they pull back, they rest their foreheads together. Mitch was in the kitchen trying not to invade on the couple's moment. "I'm sorry." Brittany whispers sadly. "B, why are you sorry?" Santana asks confused, pulling away to look closer at Brittany. "This is all my fault." Brittany says sadly. Santana tips her head up with two fingers on her chin "This is not your fault." Santana tells her sternly "None of this is your fault." She says, kissing her softly. "How could you think that?" she asks. "I wanted us to be together like together, together and hold hands and stuff. If we hadn't, this wouldn't have happened," she said sadly. "No, B I wanted that too, I still do. I love you." Santana tells her smiling sweetly, " I love you too." Brittany says, kissing her softly. At that moment Felix, the black and white cat, decided to jump on Brittany's lap. She giggled, stroking him lovingly. Felix purred and flopped down in between them, much to Santana's chagrin.
Later after they had all watched TV for a few hours, Mitch in her recliner with O'Malley and Santana and Brittany snuggled up on the couch with Felix. Mitch looked over at them. "Santana" she called getting their attention, "tomorrow, do not engage Finn at all. Figgins may be useless, but that annoying glee club director of yours, who worships at the temple of idiot, is gonna complain. If you get called in text me." "Why?" Santana asked hesitantly. "Trust me." Brittany looked between them "Mitch..." she started. She looked over at the Dutch dancer, a fire in her eyes. "Are you going to go after Finn?" Mitch didn't answer. "Mitch," Santana started. "No," she was cut off. "He has to be held accountable." She said standing up, ending the conversation. The two other girls looked at each other. "Don't worry, Britt-Britt, Mitch will be fine." Brittany nodded, "I know." She shyly looked at her girlfriend. "Can I stay tonight?" she asked. Santana gave a brilliant smile, "I'd love that." She told her kissing her cheek.
Santana came out of the bathroom, freshly showered and in her robe. Brittany was still in the bathroom brushing her teeth. She saw the door to Mitch's room partly open, and walked over. She knocked softly, before pushing it open. Mitch was on her computer. She looked up to see Santana leaning on her door frame. "You don't have to do anything tomorrow, you know." Mitch smiles mirthlessly, "He hurt my family. I protect my family." Santana pushed her self off the door frame and walked over to Mitch. Arms still crossed, she stopped at the side of the bed, as Mitch closed the laptop and scooted up in bed. "Thank you." Santana said again, leaning down and kissing Mitch's cheek softly, causing the girl to blush hotly. She looked up, still red. "Stop thanking me," she tells her. Santana smiles, leaning down to hug her, which Mitch returns. "Awwww," they break the hug and look over at Brittany who is grinning, causing Mitch to blush again, even brighter red. Brittany walks over kissing Santana softly on the cheek and Mitch on the head, before the two girls head to Santana's new room looking back to see Mitch sitting in the bed, beet red, shaking her head smiling.
When they got to her room, Santana closed the door slowly. Brittany came up behind her, pressing her front into the darker girl's back and kissed her neck, her arms threading around Santana's body, to the tie of the robe. Santana rested her forehead on the door. Her breathing starting to change, her heart rate quickening. Brittany softly bit down into her neck, causing her to shudder. She turned in her arms. Brittany's arms go around her back, as Santana slid hers around the taller girl's neck. Brittany looked at the bruise on Santana's face, sadly, a hand was brought to her cheek turning her gaze back to chocolate eyes swirling with lust and love. She let out a soft sigh as Santana brought her head down for their lips to meet. They kissed slowly and deeply, Santana's hand cupping her cheek, the other moving up to tangle in still damp hair. They broke apart only to dive back in. Brittany's hand came back around untying Santana's robe. She broke the kiss to gaze at her girlfriend. "I love you," she said softly. Santana smiled softly, "I love you, too." She connected their lips again, as Brittany slowly slid the robe off her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. She carefully turned and maneuvered Santana to the bed. When Santana's legs hit the bed she tumbled back looking up at Brittany as she slowly untied her own robe letting it drop to the floor.