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Chapter 2: the drama continues
I wake up at 7am and notice Santana still sound asleep so I lie in bed quietly for a little while so I don't disturb her. I know things are weird between us lately but I can't help but smile at my beautiful wife in front of me. Even though we are having problems right now, there's not a day goes by that I don't think about how lucky I am to be married to Santana. From the moment I saw her, I knew we had something special. Granted we didn't know what that meant at the time but as our lives progressed we knew we were meant to be together as a couple and not just friends. I can still vividly remember the day we met, I was in my bedroom practicing dance moves when I heard people talking outside so I looked out of my window and saw Santana helping her parents lift boxes into the house next door to mine. There was no chance I was going to ignore her, I just had to go outside and talk to her.
Flashback - July 1995
I am a little out of breath due to how fast I ran down the stairs but I don't care, I just need to talk to this girl.
"Hi" I say when I approach the girl, a smile beaming on my face.
"Um…hey" she says shyly. "Do I know you?" she asks.
"No but I live in there, is that your house" I ask while pointing to the house next to mine.
She shakes her head, "No it's my parent's house." I frown at her response.
"Don't you live with your parents?" I ask.
"Yeah" she nods.
"But you said that's not your house" I state.
"It's not, it's my parent's house because they paid for it" she replies with a smile.
"Well that's what I meant" I say, feeling a bit stupid.
"I like your hair, my mommy said I'm not allowed yellow hair" she tells me.
"My hair is not yellow" I say a little too seriously and she frowns. "Sorry I have a thing about people saying I have yellow hair, its blonde and my mommy said it will darken as I get older" I say.
"Cool, my mommy didn't say anything like that about my hair. Maybe yours is magic so can turn different colours" she says giggling.
"My hair is not magic" I say giggling too. "You have dark hair" I point out.
"Yeah and it's a lot longer than yours" she says and I nod. "What's your name?" she asks.
"Brittany, what's yours?" I ask.
"Santana" she replies.
"That almost sounds like Santa" I giggle. "How old are you?"
"Six and a half, I was born in January" she tells me.
"Cool, I'm almost 6 and a half because I was born in February" I say. "Do you want to be my best friend, I have lots of friends but I don't have a best friend yet and I think you're really cool?"
"Ok" she answers excitedly. "I don't have a best friend yet either."
End of flashback
Wow I cannot believe that was just under nineteen years ago that I met Santana, time really does pass by quickly. We had such a cute friendship back in the day and I just love reminding Santana of it. She pretends she doesn't remember half the stuff we did because it embarrasses her but I know she finds it cute too. We spent just about every day together when we were younger so it's no surprise we fell in love so young. We officially became girlfriends at fifteen and some may think it was young but we just knew we weren't interested in the normal high school dating scene, we just wanted to be together.
"What are you doing?" I hear Santana ask, bringing me out of my nostalgic state.
"Um…nothing, just thinking" I reply.
"Ok but why are you staring at me?" she asks.
"Sorry I didn't even realise I was staring again" I say turning my head. "I was just thinking about us as kids, remember those cute little curls you used to have" I say smiling.
"Oh don't remind me" she says covering her face with a pillow. "Thank goodness we have straighteners now" she says laughing.
"I miss your laugh" I say and then there is an awkward silence as Santana stops laughing. Well done Brittany, you could choke yourself with how far your foot is in your mouth.
"What time is it?" Santana asks, finally breaking the silence.
"Just before eight o'clock" I reply yawning.
"Are you tired?" she asks.
"Yeah, I stayed up finishing the movies we were supposed to watch last night" I say. Santana nods but doesn't say anything causing us to slip into another slightly awkward silence.
"I realise I might have been a little too mean to you last night" Santana says and I'm pretty sure she's genuine.
"A little mean, I felt like shit Santana" I tell her.
"I don't intentionally want to hurt you, it just happens" she says.
"What is it that's wrong? I don't understand why you're like this with me and no one else" I say.
"Brittany I don't want to talk about it" she snaps and I just stare at her. "Shit, I didn't mean to snap. I'm sorry" she says. "Maybe I could make you breakfast in bed to apologise" she suggests.
"That depends, what are you apologising for?" I ask.
"Well for ruining the night you had planned for us and going to bed early" she answers.
"Is that it?" I ask and she nods. "So you're not apologising for inviting friends over when you knew I planned a night for just us, for lying about who was on the phone, for lying about the whole dog-sitting thing when Olivia was never asked to work at all or for making me feel so small all the time" I say.
"Is that a yes or no to breakfast?" she asks, clearly ignoring my last question.
"It's a yes, at least you're apologising for something. It doesn't happen often so when it does I need to grab it while I can" I say.
"Do you want to make your own breakfast?" she says sternly and I shake my head.
"Good, so you stay in bed and I'll make a start" Santana says while getting out of bed and slipping her robe on over her pyjamas.
"Um…ok cool" I say happily while lying back in bed. I'm not sure why Santana has suddenly softened a little in the space of a night but I like it.
"Do you remember you used to always make me this on Sunday mornings?" I say, nodding to the plate in front of me.
"Yeah" she smiles. "You loved when I cooked breakfast in bed for you. It was the highlight of your Sunday apparently."
"It was" I smile back. "The food is really good by the way" I say.
"Thanks, I'm glad you like it" she says. "Although I'm not glad your shirt is eating more than you" she says smiling.
"Huh?" I say looking down and notice I have maple syrup and pancake crumbs all over my top. "Oh right, yeah" I say brushing the crumbs away.
"We're going to need to change the bedding at this rate" she says jokingly.
We finish our breakfast in a peaceful silence which is nice for a change. I know things still aren't right but for today I can at least breathe a sigh of relief I think.
"Hey you have syrup on your chin" I say.
"Crap I thought I got it all" she says while trying to wipe her face with a napkin.
"Hey use a wet wipe babe" I say handing one to her. "It won't come off with just a dry wipe because it's sticky."
"Ok, thanks" she says while wiping her face. "Is that it?" she asks.
"Not quite" I reply.
"Can you get it for me then?" she asks while holding the wet wipe to me. I take it and remove the tiny bit of syrup. "There you go."
"Thanks" she says while looking into my eyes. Our faces are still very close to one another. We can't help but to just lean in and kiss one another lightly on the lips. Just as I pull away I feel Santana attach her lips to mine again and kiss me so I kiss her back. We gently just kiss each other's lips for a few seconds.
"I love your lips, they're so kissable" I muffle out as we kiss.
"Shush, don't talk" Santana says while starting to kiss deeper. "Let's just kiss." I do as I'm told because I mean who wouldn't when they're kissing Santana. We continue kissing for a little while before it suddenly surprises me when Santana straddles my hips and starts to kiss me even more passionately. It's been way too long since we have been this close and I miss it so much. I'm starting to get hard already and I think Santana can feel I am too as a smirk graces her lips. There's another few seconds of kissing before I place my hands on the bottom of her pyjama shirt and go to slide it up her body when Santana interrupts.
"Wait, we shouldn't" Santana says pulling away quickly.
"We shouldn't have sex?" I ask.
"Yes, exactly" she replies.
"Santana we are married so why shouldn't we?" I ask.
"Because I don't want to so you're not going to pressure me" she states.
"Babe that is the last thing I ever want to do, you should know that" I say.
"There are a lot of things you do that I don't want you to do" she says and I frown because I don't know what she's talking about. "There are a lot of things I thought I knew about you that I clearly didn't."
"What's that supposed to mean?" I ask.
"Nothing" she replies. "Forget I said anything. I'm just not ready for sex yet ok" she says.
"That's completely understandable babe considering everything that went on in the last few months, I get it" I say.
"No not because of that" she states.
"Then what?" I ask confused.
"I just said can we forget it so let's do that" she says and I nod.
Things are back to being awkward and tense again. It's been a few weeks since Santana made me breakfast in bed and we have barely kissed since. There are a few times when I think we're ok again but then I just have to put my foot in it and it gets awkward. I'm still no clearer on what is making Santana so cold and distant towards me but I plan on finding out one way or another.
Tonight we have arranged for our friends to come over for a barbeque since we haven't seen them recently. It was Santana's idea and I'm actually glad she has planned this because I know Santana is happier around them and as much as it frustrates me not knowing what's wrong these days, I hate the thought of Santana hurting and keeping it bottled up.
"Everyone should be here soon for the barbeque" I tell Santana once I hear from our friends about what time they are coming over.
"Cool" she replies. "If you're not busy you can help me if you want" she smiles slightly at me.
"Ok" I smile back. "What do you need me to do?" I ask.
"I need the kebabs prepared because I haven't did that yet, all the ingredients are there" she tells me. "I need a bit of pepper followed by a piece of onion then another bit of pepper, then another bit of onion and finally a bit of chicken."
"That's a bit miserable, only one piece of chicken per kebab?" I say, kidding her on. "You know I like chicken babe" I say and she smiles again at me.
"No I meant do that and then repeat a few times until there is four or five cubes of chicken in total on the one kebab" she tells me. "I do love our friends but meat is expensive so they'll be getting more peppers and onions than chicken hence the reason I wanted two bits of onion and two bits of pepper before a bit of chicken is even on the stick."
"Ok cool and should I finish the kebab with another two bits of onion and pepper?" I ask.
"Yeah" she replies.
"Ok cool, I'll do this" I say while making a start. "What are you going to do?" I ask.
"I'm going to slice up the cucumber and tomatoes and other stuff for the salad" she replies while sitting down next to me.
Once all the food preparation was done, we went upstairs to change before going outside to make sure everything was set up.
"You always look so beautiful in a dress" I say and Santana almost blushes.
"Thanks" she gives me a small smile before there is a long silence between us as we get the table organised. "Is that top you've got on new?" she asks.
"Yeah, I got it the other day. Do you like it?" I ask.
"Yeah it suits you" she says and I can't help smiling at the compliment. There is something different going on between us this afternoon and I like it. Santana seems a lot more relaxed around me plus we've never argued once.
The first person Santana greets is Jake when everyone arrives.
"Hey Jakey boy, how are you?" She asks while picking him up and spinning him around in her arms causing him to giggle.
"Are you going to tell auntie Santana what you've been up to?" Puck says trying to encourage his son to tell us what he has been doing.
"Park" Jake replies smiling.
"You went to the park?" Santana asks in an excited tone to which Jake nods. "Did you go with mommy and daddy?" he smiles and nods again. "So was it fun or was daddy being annoying again?" she asks while pretending to frown at Puck.
"Hey I'm not annoying" Puck says.
"Well we all beg to differ, don't we Jake" he nods in agreement.
Dinner began really well but now I've realised everyone has been here for ages and Santana has not said one word to me since everyone arrived. In fact she has barely even looked in my direction. I'm currently sitting on one of our benches talking to Tina.
"She can have conversations with a one year old but not a 25 year old who happens to be her wife, hmm I wonder why that is" I say to Tina.
"Santana doesn't hate you" Tina replies.
"Well she certainly doesn't love me" I state.
"She does Brittany, deep down" Tina replies.
"She's got a funny way of showing it" I say.
"Just you two have your own conversation over there, its cool" Sam shouts over to Tina and me.
"Sorry" Tina says laughing.
"I didn't know we were so boring that you had to strike up your own conversation instead of including yourselves in our conversation" Sam says.
"Yeah rude or what" Artie chips in
"We are sorry ok" Tina says still laughing.
"We'll join in now" I tell everyone. "It's my fault anyway not Tina's."
"I'd say that was probably accurate" I hear Santana mumble.
"Excuse me!" I say loudly.
"Oh are you talking to me?" she asks while widening her eyes in anger.
"Obviously" I state.
"It doesn't seem that obvious Brittany since there's you and I and about 9 other people, it could have been any of the others you were talking to" she replies.
"So eh what are you guys chatting about?" Tina asks trying to change the subject.
"Well…"Mercedes starts but gets cut off.
"Quinn was making rude jokes" Artie says trying to mess with Quinn.
"No I wasn't, we were talking about Jake" Quinn states.
"Yeah I was saying Puck and I were thinking of putting Jake into a playgroup a few days a week now that I am going back to work full time" Mercedes tells us.
"That might be an idea" I say.
"Yeah I mean my parents and Mercedes's parents both work so it wouldn't be fair to ask them to have him any more than they already look after him" Puck says.
"Yeah I suppose you're right" I say.
"So how is everything with Jake, is his walking getting better?" Santana asks.
"He is doing better although he has a tendency to run a lot right now but struggles when going round corners" Puck replies. "He's good at walking straight over to you but if he's running he doesn't know how to slow down so sometimes misjudges the corners."
"Yeah, I mean a vase nearly came off of the table and smashed the other day because a certain someone collided with the table at quite a speed" Mercedes says.
"Was he ok?" I ask while letting out a small gasp.
"Totally, he's a Puckerman and nothing gets us down" Puck replies.
"That doesn't make me worry less" I say.
"No he was fine, he wasn't hurt" Mercedes reassures us.
"Ok good" Tina says.
"Tina is right though, I am worried about Jake being a Puckerman. I mean to think of him turning into puck scares the living daylights out of me" Santana says and I think we're all in an agreement there. Puck was always a wild one even when he was younger, he was always climbing trees or getting into some sort of bother.
After finishing dinner and continuing our conversation which I noticed always ended back to Jake (I'm guessing because he's the only child in our circle of friends so we all love him so much and want to spoil him) everyone went home.
"The barbeque went well huh" I say.
"Yeah, it's a shame everyone had to leave so early" Santana says disappointedly.
"I know, I had fun hanging out with all our friends" I say and she nods. "The night is still early, do you want to do something?" I ask.
"Like what?" she asks.
"I don't know, we could hang out or watch a movie or we could plan the vacation we talked about" I suggest.
"What vacation?" she asks.
"We were talking a few weeks ago with our friends and we said why don't we all go on a vacation together in the summer?" I answer.
"Oh right, that vacation" she replies. "We could look up some places I suppose" she doesn't sound too enthusiastic but at least we're going to do something together. "I want to go somewhere with a beach" she tells me and I smile. "What? Why are you looking at me like that?" she asks as I continue to grin.
"No reason really, I was just thinking the same" I tell her.
"Ok cool so it's a beach holiday then" she states.
"Yeah so anywhere in particular you want to go, I mean the others didn't seem to mind where we go" I ask.
"I don't know, if we look and get some ideas first then we can home in so to speak on an area and look at hotels or villas" she tells me.
"Ok cool" I nod.
"Why don't you fire up your laptop and I'll get us a drink?" she says while standing up.
"Ok sure but no alcohol for me, I've got a lot of books to take to school tomorrow so I'll need to drive in the morning" I say.
"Ok no problem, a soft drink it is" she says while heading to the kitchen.
"You're beautiful Brittany" Santana states and I snap my head in her direction, shocked because I didn't expect her to say anything like that to me. Santana is leaning back on the couch, holding the wine bottle upside down in the air with her tongue sticking out of her mouth trying to catch the very last drip. I realise now she is absolutely wasted so she probably didn't even realise what she said to me.
"Thanks for the compliment" I say before trying to take the bottle away causing her to whine and hold onto it tighter. "Babe you're drunk and there's nothing left in the bottle so give me it please."
"I'm your babe huh" she grins while laying her head on my shoulder.
"Yes but come on, I'm not in the mood to deal with you drunk" I say. Santana is usually quite comical when she's drunk but at the same time she is also very energetic so I don't want to be awake all night because I need to get up earlier for work tomorrow.
"Hey why don't we dance?" she suggests while quickly sitting up.
"I don't really want to dance" I tell her but she doesn't seem to have listened because she is trying to pull me off the couch. "Sweetheart I don't want to dance just now so can you sit down please" I tell her and she sits down.
"I wrote a song recently, will I sing it to you?" she asks and I politely shake my head. One of Santana's hobbies is writing songs in her spare time and she is really good at it and she has a great voice, however when she's drunk she is awful at singing, she basically just shouts the words.
"Oh come on, you love when I sing to you" she states.
"I know but I'm not really in the mood for singing tonight, maybe another time" I say.
"Please, I want to let you hear my song" she pleads with me.
"How about I just read the song you wrote and you can sing it another time?" I suggest.
"No, it'll sound better if I just sing it rather than you reading it" she replies. "It's called 'Trying to Forgive' and I think you'll like it, although it is a bit emotional" she tells me.
"You really want to sing this to me don't you, you're not going to give up are you?" I ask.
"Nope, I never give up on anything" she proudly states.
"Ok well just sing it to me then" I say giving in.
"Ok, here goes" she says before raising her hand in the air. "I must warn you though, there's no music to it just now, I'll need to sing it a cappella" she tells me.
"That's ok" I nod before she starts.
About fifty seconds into the song I have to stop her because she is getting too emotional and I can see the pain in her eyes as she sings. I knew there was something serious going on with Santana and that song has just solidified my theory.
"Santana its ok, you don't need to sing anymore. I think you should sit down and take a breath" I tell her while trying to get her to take a seat.
"But I'm not done singing" she says through tears.
"I know and as great as the song is, I think its best you stop" I tell her softly.
"You liked the song?" she smiles slightly.
"Of course I liked the song, I like everything you write although it was a really emotional song. I hated seeing you so upset" I tell her.
"I don't want to be upset but I am" she tells me.
"What's going on babe?" I ask.
"I think I'm about to barf" she replies and for a split second I didn't realise what she meant until I realised she wasn't answering my question but was telling me she was about to throw up. Before I can help her off of the couch to go to the bathroom, she is leaning over and throwing up. After throwing up what looked like the whole contents of her stomach she began to cry.
"Babe, what's wrong?" I ask worriedly.
"I'm sorry" she replies through hiccups. "I didn't mean to throw up in the living room."
"No it's ok, don't cry. I know you didn't mean it" I reassure her. "Sometimes these things happen and they can't be helped, don't worry about it."
"I hate it when you see me throwing up. Does it not repulse you?" she asks, still crying a bit.
"I'm not a huge fan but I wouldn't go as far as to say it repulses me. Nothing about you would repulse me so please stop worrying" I tell her.
"I want to go to bed I think" she tells me and I smile.
"Ok, come on I'll help you to bed" I say while taking her hand to help her off the couch before wrapping my arm around her waist.
"Are you going to carry me?" she asks while smirking.
"I'm afraid not" I smile back at her. "I do however want to help you upstairs in case you fall since you're quite drunk."
"I'm not drunk" she starts to giggle loudly. Giggling is another thing she does a lot when she's drunk.
"Yes you are now I'm taking you to bed" I say.
"Are we going to have sex?" she asks hopefully.
"No you're going to go to sleep and I'm going to clean up downstairs" I reply.
"Damn I really wanted to…" I interrupt her talking because she has grabbed my butt and started squeezing it.
"Santana don't do that please, you need to concentrate on the stairs or you'll fall" I tell her.
"We've been walking up the stairs for a while now, did you build more?" she asks and I have to laugh.
"No honey, I didn't build more stairs. You just keep taking a pause after each step" I tell her.
"Oh" she replies. "I should start moving faster, huh?" she says and I smile.
We make it to the bedroom eventually and I manage to get her into bed. I have no idea how she'll cope at work tomorrow because she's going to have one hell of a hangover in the morning. As soon as her head hit the pillow she started to snore lightly so I knew it was safe for me to go back downstairs and clear up. Once I'm done downstairs I go to bed but I just can't seem to sleep, the words of Santana's song keep playing on my mind.
The next chapter will be in Santana's POV so you'll get to see how she is feeling about the situation they are currently in. The reason why Santana is acting like this will be revealed very soon.