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I woke up to soft, gentle arms around me. Sunlight poured into my room, and I opened my eyes slightly. Confusion tore through me. Who had their arms wrapped around me? Puck wasn't here? These arms were too skinny – yet still muscular – to be a guy's anyway.
I gasped as I turned my neck to see a familiar sleeping blonde.
Oh my god, I'm cuddling with Brittany! Eew! Gross! I froze as I remembered what happened last night.
"You pig!" I snarled, ripping away from her quickly.
She blinked her eyes slowly, clearly confused about my outburst. "Whaat?"
"You made us do body shots! Really, Brittany?! Really?! I told you a million times! I. Am. Straight!" I screeched.
"That's not how it seemed last night!" She spat.
I froze. I knew instantly she meant the body shots. "We... we were drunk."
"So? A drunk man's words are an honest man's thoughts."
"But we didn't talk about... about that."
"But you were making out with my abs. And those many, many times you almost kissed me made it seem pretty obvious you like chicks, not dicks!"
I blushed and gritted my teeth. "We were drunk! It was nothing! Besides, keep it down, my parents are home!"
She rolled her eyes. "I'll drop this for now, but you just wait, I know you play for my team, so don't even act."
"Whatever." I huffed. "I'm gonna get breakfast. You want something?"
"A muffin is fine." She winked, instantly turning flirty.
"You're disgusting." I walked out my door and closed it behind me.
When I got down to the kitchen, my parents were sitting at the marble island counter in the middle.
"Santana!" Mom grinned nervously. "Please, sit."
"Mom? Dad? Qué está pasando?" I asked, surprised.
They looked at each other, then back at me.
"We're leaving for a few weeks tomorrow." Dad couldn't contain himself. "I have a meeting about a promotion and your mother has to come. We want to leave you here."
I grinned. "That's great!"
"But," Mom began. Heeere we go. "We can't leave you without... er... making sure you're okay enough to be left alone."
What?
"Yes, we want to make sure you're happy and on God's path." He agreed.
What the hell were they going on about? I was fine! And bringing their damned religious entity in this was just irritating.
"And that you're... secure on His path, and not even thinking of straying from it." Mom's voice was strained.
"What are you two talking about?!" I huffed impatiently.
They looked at each other uncertainly.
"Well..." Dad started.
"We heard that you're dating a girl." Mom deadpanned. Oh shit.
"Not just a girl." He continued.
"Brittany Pierce." She spat. "The filthy slut who we told you to stay away from!"
"She's not a slut!" I growled through gritted teeth.
"How could you? After we told you she was dangerous to your reputation!" Mom ignored me.
"And you worked so hard to get there!" Dad looked almost as pissed as mom.
"It took you since sixth grade to get to the top! And now you just decided to say 'screw that' and throw it all away!? What's wrong with you?!"
Fury shot through me and I stood up roughly.
"I don't care about my reputation anymore! Okay?! I just do not care! And why the hell should you two care about me and Brittany?! She's not as bad as you say she is! Actually, she's fucking amazing!" I dug my short nails into my palms angrily. I was shouting, now. "She's not a slut, she's not a whore, she's not a bitch, she's just like me! Oh, I guess you guys should know this:I slept with the whole football team! And more kids than that, too! You know why? Because I've hated myself for so long, and now, with Brittany, I don't! I can finally be myself because she accepts me! So shut up and let me be happy!" Hot tears streamed down my face as I turned and ran upstairs.
Brittany's POV
The door burst open, making me jump from where I was eavesdropping by the vent in the floor. Santana slammed the door shut shut, locked it and collapsed on the bed, sobs racking her body in violent waves.
I rushed over, my stomach instantly hurting with worry. I wrapped my arms around her as she grasped onto me, crying into my shoulder.
"Shh, it's okay, it's okay... shh." I whispered soothingly into her raven hair.
My hands rubbed her back gently as she cried harder. After about half an hour, she was done entirely, and she looked up at me sleepily.
I looked at the clock. It was only ten in the morning. We had plenty of time to get LT.
"My stepdad leaves home at four to start drinking." I explained. "We'll leave then. Right now, you should rest."
"W-Will you h-hold me?" Santana asked, her brown eyes begging. She looked like a little kid, and my heart melted at the sight.
I nodded. "Okay."
The TV was on, and I laid on my back so I could watch it, my head against the headboard. She climbed under the covers and wrapped her arm across my stomach and put her head against my shoulder. I wrapped one arm around her back and squeezed gently.
After only a few moments, she was sleeping lightly. She was so beautiful when she slept. Her face was totally relaxed, her body was clinging to mine, it was perfect.
Did she really mean what she said to her parents?
All of her words swarmed in my mind like wasps.
She's not as bad as you say she is! Actually, she's fucking amazing!
She's not a slut, she's not a whore, she's not a bitch, she's just like me!
I've hated myself for so long, and now, with Brittany, I don't!
I can finally be myself because she accepts me!
What did this mean? Did she actually have feelings for me? Did she really care about what happened to me?
I doubted it, I'm sure I'm just her experiment.
Don't get attached. I told myself.
I couldn't risk the pain.
Santana's POV
"Ready?" I asked, opening my window.
"Ready. Now how exactly do you climb out of a two story window?" Brittany gave me a lopsided grin.
"Easy. Follow me."
I stepped out and onto my sill, where I carefully climbed onto a tree branch and crouched, hanging onto it. I crawled to the base of the tree and hopped down to the next branch. I turned to make sure Brittany was following me. She was. Good. I continued and swung myself to the bottom branch and onto the ground.
Brittany did the same and was at my side in an instant.
"Damn, Lopez, how long did it take you to learn to do that?" She joked.
"Two years," I grinned. "So, which way?"
"C'mon." She grabbed my hand and we headed towards her street.
After a little while of walking, we finally made it to a large brick apartment building, where Brittany led me inside and up a bunch of stairs.
"He's at the bar, now." Brittany explained. "So, if we make this quick, we can sneak out before my mom gets home from work."
I nodded. "Got it."
She unlocked the door and opened it wide for me. "Ladies first."
I walked passed her and the door slammed as she stepped in. The house was trashed. Filled with empty beer bottles, old pizza boxes, and dirty dishes.
"My room's this way." She took me down a messy hall filled with clothes and opened a white door cautiously. "Don't laugh." She warned.
I grinned and nodded. This would be interesting!
She opened the door and revealed a room with light green walls with pink flowers, a large bed with tan bedding and green floral patterns that matched the walls and a white headboard, a big white dresser with gold trimming, two white bedside tables with lamps on them, a large vanity mirror, and a huge white door that was opened to a huge bathroom.
This room was completely different to what I expected. It was so... girly. So Brittany. Not the fake slutty one. The funny one who I got to see yesterday. The childish one that loved ducks and the color yellow because it was happy.
"Wow," I breathed.
Brittany rolled her eyes and grabbed a large backpack. She shoved a bunch of clothes and cat toys in it while I looked around.
"Where's your cat, Britt?" I asked.
She finished packing and turned to look around. "Lord Tubbington!" She called.
A meow replied from the bed, where a huge – and I'm not kidding when I say huge – obese cat rolled onto his back, exposing his fat belly.
"Hi, LT!" Brittany cooed, rubbing his stomach. "We're gonna go with San, now. Okay? You have to be good!"
She picked him up.
"You think we can get a litter box and food bowl on the way back?" She asked.
"Sure, Britt." I chuckled, glad to see her soft side once again. "You have a car here?"
"Yeah, but I thought we were trying to be sneaky?"
"We can park it at the corner, and when my parents leave tomorrow, you can put it in the garage." I explained.
"Okay. And yeah, I have a car, but I haven't driven it in forever."
We walked out of the apartment and out to the parkinglot, where she led me to a gorgeous 74 Mustang Fastback. It was cherry red and I loved it.
"Holy shit, Britt! Why don't you drove this car everyday?!" I gasped.
"Because I love my Harley." She replied simply. "Besides, this was my dad's car..."
She unlocked it and we loaded inside. She threw her bag in the back and set LT gently in the backseat.
"Thanks for taking me here." Brittany grinned at me. "And for saying all those nice things to your parents about me."
My heart dropped to my stomach. Oh god, she heard. "I-I... er..."
"Were you telling the truth?" She asked gently.
"Uh..." I fought to find the right words. I sighed, giving up. "Yeah. You can be the nicest person, and you can be so understanding... you always hold me when I'm upset, and you don't let go until I stop crying. You make me smile. You're amazing, Britt." I poured my heart out to her. "And I'm sorry I used to be so mean, because I didn't know you. Now, when people insult you, I want to tear their heads off. And you're so understanding when I say I don't want to talk about how I feel about girls, because you've been there before. You've been doubtful of how you feel, and I feel like I trust you with all my heart, even though we barely know each other."
I blushed when I looked back at her and found her grinning widely at me.
"Really?" She asked.
I nodded. "Really."
We looked at each other for a while, her eyes searching mine for something I didn't understand. I loved her eyes, though. They were bluer than the bluest ocean, gentler than the kindest soul.
She broke the gaze and started the car. "We should go before my mom gets home."
We stopped along the way and got cat food, litter and a litter box, and a cat bowl because, apparently, Brittany only had enough room in her bag for LT's toys.
She was adorable when she talked about him. She told me they were best friends, because he was one of the only creatures who got her so well. She said she told him everything, because cats can't tell other humans.
When we finally settled back home, we snuck passed my parents and climbed up to my room, where Lord Tubbington immediately settled on my bed, splaying out for a nap.
We watched TV for a while, I brought up a pizza dinner that I'd ordered, and we just laughed and talked the whole time.
This Brittany was different from the Brittany I thought I knew. She was so nice, so funny, and so gentle, I couldn't believe it was the same person. She said for the longest time, she just wanted to be loved, but she gave up when her dad died and her mom got with her stepdad. She said that was when she turned 'bad ass' so no one would bother her for living such a shitty life and for being the only outed bisexual in the school.
I liked this Brittany. A lot. She knew me. She knew me better than Quinn. She understood everything I felt, because she felt the same way. She said I didn't have to come out today or tomorrow, but coming out completely would still have to happen, and I'd feel so much better once it did. She told me not to give a shit about what my parents said, because it was me. I liked girls more than guys, why should they care?
Yeah, this Brittany is definitely better than the other one. And I found myself suddenly pulled to this Brittany. She was so imperfectly perfect, and I loved it.
And maybe, just maybe, we could pull this 'fake dating' thing off.
Unless, of course, it turned into something else...
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