I didn't know how long I've slept but I woke up finding Brittany tangled with my body. She's sleeping heavily. I placed my hand over her forehead. Her fever is almost gone. Thank goodness! I tried to keep still so that I will not wake her up. I look down at her. This is the first time I ever looked at her closely. She has freckles on her nose. She looks so cute. She scrunches her nose and sighed on her sleep.
I closed my eyes feeling contented. Hell! What's happening to me? This is the first time I cuddled with someone. And it feels so damn right and good. Brittany's body over me feels good. I wouldn't admit it to her though. Within a few minutes I felt myself slowly drifting off to sleep.
"Mija… mija…" I think I heard someone calling my name. I ignored it because I'm still sleepy.
"Santana bug…" she called again. I felt someone rubbing my right arm.
"Go 'way…" I mumbled and tightened my grip to the one on top of me.
"Mija, wake up." I slowly opened my eyes to adjust to the bursting sunlight filling the room.
"Whatdoyawant?" I grunted. I blinked a couple of times before I finally saw my mom. "Oh." I said.
"I'm worried about both of you. You didn't tell me that you're here." She said softly.
I looked down again to Brittany. She's a heavy sleeper.
"Sowymami… Ah forgot." I said in almost a whisper. I'm still a little dizzy.
"It's okay, dear. Are you ready to go home?" she asked.
"Mhm." I mumbled again.
"Come on now… so both of you can rest comfortably." She said.
I heard some laughter behind her. I looked over her and saw my dad and Mr. Pierce talking over something.
"They both look adorable in each other's arms." Mr. Pierce stated.
"I'm glad they are now getting along." My dad bobbed her head in agreement.
"Ugh!" I rolled my eyes. I looked down to Brittany again. She's still in the middle of her sleep I guess. I rubbed her back gently.
"Britt… Britt… wake up!" I whispered.
She stirred but didn't open her eyes. She held on to me tighter.
"Aww. Isn't that sweet?" My dad chuckled.
"Can you just give us a sec?" I glared at my dad.
"Oh, sure mija…" My dad said.
"We'll wait for you downstairs." My mom said and kissed me on the forehead.
"See you later girls!" Mr. Pierce nodded and they all went out of the room.
"Britt…" I cooed again. I can't believe what I'm doing. "Hey, wake up. Let's go home."
This time she opened her eyes and blinked a few times. Her eyes are the bluest I've ever seen. I could get used to waking up like this.
"Good morning, Ms. Pierce." I smiled at her.
"Mornin' Tana." She smiled lazily. Tana… Hm, I like it.
"How are you? How's your head?"
"A little dizzy but I'm fine." She shrugged.
"Ready to go home?" I asked.
"What time is it?"
"It's a little after five. My parents and your father are here a while ago."
"Shit! Dad saw me sleeping? Why didn't you wake me up?" She jolted and sounded aggressive.
"I tried to but you just won't wake up." We both sat up. I looked at her disgruntled facade.
"Did he say something?"
I nodded. "He said we both look adorable."
"Oh. Really?" Her face softened.
"Yep." I nodded again. "So, what now?"
"I'm sorry for raising my voice at you." She blushed and looked down.
"It's okay, Britt. I'm not mad." And that's a first!
"Thanks."
"For what?"
"For taking a good care of me."
"Oh, no problem. Friends take care of each other."
"Right!" She nodded. "Friends…" She offered me an adorable smile.
"Shall we?"
"I need to go back here. I still have to work." She said sadly.
"Well, can you take a day off? File a sick leave or something. Your dad would grant it for sure. If not I'll handle it myself. I won't let my friend stress herself at work. You need to rest, Brittany."
She took a long exhale. "Fine. Fine. You're right!"
"I know." I winked at her. "I'm always right."
We both laughed and untangled ourselves from the blanket. We fixed ourselves before heading out of her office.
The building is now crowded with employees. We ignored the stares we are getting though. I don't give a damn about them. Heck! I am SANTANA MARIE LOPEZ. I don't care about the talks and looks.
"Are you alright?" I asked Brittany who is fidgeting her hands.
"Yeah." She let out a shaky breath.
"You're nervous. Why?"
"Hm, this is the first time I slept here. It's so careless of me."
"Britt-"
"No, don't try to say that it's okay because it's not. Dad would probably kick me out if you're not here."
I held her hand instead. She didn't say anything after that. We are waiting for the elevator door to open in the lobby. Once it opened I stepped out still holding her hand.
"Oh, there you are." Mr. Pierce came over to us. He offered to hug me but I offered him my hand. We shook hands then he kissed Brittany on the forehead.
"I'm so proud of you, baby." Brittany and I were both surprised at what Mr. Pierce told her.
"T-thanks, daddy." Brittany stuttered and Mr. Pierce nodded at her.
"I'll see you the day after tomorrow, okay? Take a good rest darling." He said and went to the elevator.
"So girls, are you riding with us?" My dad asked.
"No, I brought my car. I'm driving with Brittany, sir." I said.
"Oh, okay. I'll see you later then." My dad said as he guided my mom out of the building.
"I can take my car, Ta-… Santana." She lowered her gaze.
"You already called me 'Tana'. And it's okay. I like it. You're the first one who gave me that nickname Britt." I smiled to remove the awkwardness between us.
"Oh."
"Come on, Britt. I'll drive." I offered my hand as we walk hand in hand towards the parking lot.
…
My mom cooked her specialties during lunch. The smell spread all over the first floor of the house. I went down first while Brittany is taking a shower in my bathroom. Her bathroom is still under renovation. And that's according to my mom.
"Hm, smells so good, mami!" I exclaimed when I entered the kitchen. I saw the dishes she prepared. It's all mouth watering. I dipped my finger over one of the sauce. My mom patted my hand playfully.
"Uh-uh. Wash your hands and help me young woman!" She said.
"M'kay. You should teach me how to make that sauce. What's it called?"
"Mild Taco Sauce." My mom shrugged while tasting the dish on the stove.
"I bet it goes well with tacos or burritos." I said while watching her. "Where are the tacos, mami?"
"You won't get it if you won't help me."
"Fine!" I whined. "What do you want me to do?"
"Set the table for four." She said while adding some salt and pepper to the dish.
"Four?"
"Yes, your papi is still here. He'll join us for lunch. He wanted to talk to both of you."
"Oh, right!" I rolled my eyes. Yes, I figured. Whenever he's home for lunch expect that he'll deliver some adverse news.
"Well, what are you waiting for? Move it young woman!" My mom winked at me. I shook my head with a smile creeping on my face. She really knows how to lighten me up.
After a while, I saw Brittany moving towards me.
"Hey." She greeted me.
"Hey…" I nodded.
"Your mom sent me here to help… but you're already done."
"Hm, no not yet. The glasses are still missing."
"Right! Where are they?" she asked and I pointed to the direction where the glasses are placed. We finished setting the table in silence.
"Done!" She is the one who broke the silence.
"Yup." I said and took my usual seat.
"I'm gonna go check on Maribel." She said.
"Wait. It's okay. When she's in the kitchen she has her own world so just let her do her thing."
"Oh, okay."
"Why don't you take your sit while we wait for her?"
"Sounds good."
"She took a sit opposite me."
"So, you're off for two days."
"Yeah, for the first time." She offered a weak smile.
"This is the first time you used your leave? Wow! So hardworking!" I chuckled.
"No, this is the first time he let me off the hook."
"Oh."
"And I'm scared that he'll get used to it. And I don't want it. I want to make myself useful you know? I'm a Pierce and I don't want anybody else to handle our business. It should be me… or another Pierce."
"Hm, do you have any sibling?" I know it was a dumb question because she is the heiress of the Empire so she's an only child.
"Yes." I was shocked at her answer.
"Wait! What?" I asked her to elaborate.
"My dad has another child…"
"Oh."
"And what's frightening is… he is a boy. My dad used to tell me that men should be the provider for the family. Women should just stay in the house and serve them and love them."
I'm growing more and more infuriated at Mr. Pierce.
"And where is his bastard?" I asked irritated.
"Don't call him that. He is still my brother. He lives with his mom in California." She said sternly.
"Sorry. What's his name?"
"Sebastian…" She said as I took a sip of the water. "Sebastian Smythe…" I choked upon hearing his name.
"Hey… are you okay?" Brittany came rushing to my side. I can't stop coughing.
"Fuck!" I grunted loudly.
"Here…" she gave me the napkin and I used it to wipe my neck and shirt. She rubbed my back softly.
"Thanks." I let out a shaky breath.
"Are you okay now?" she took a sit beside me.
"Y-yeah. I'm okay." I smiled weakly at her.
"Do you know him?"
"Huh?"
"Do you know my half-brother? Sebastian Smythe?"
"I-I won't lie to you. I know him very much."
"Oh. So you mean you know him intimately?"
"Well, um…" It's so hard to explain. "Let's just say that we kinda used each other."
"Used? What do you mean? Where did you meet him?"
"Bash and I met at Juilliards… we are both voice majors. We won a lot of competitions together over a year. People started to look up to us. They thought we are dating. But we're a total opposite. I learned after a few months that he's gay. So we used each other as beards. You know, people who tries to cover their sexuality by dating opposite sexes." Brittany is listening intently. "The dean offered both of us scholarships. Bash took it but I didn't because I shifted to business. He went so emotional when he learned about this. I mean… he became my best friend… my shield and guard. We promised each other that we'd still keep in touch but then life happens and we just drifted apart."
"Wow…" She seemed breathless. "I didn't know what to say. Did you just say that he's gay?"
"You don't know about this?"
"I had my suspicions but my dad insisted that he is just a very shy man." Brittany scrunched her brows.
"Hm, very gay. He's my fashion critic back then." I chuckled when I remember my handsome beard.
"Whoa! You both a very interesting history. So you had sex with my brother?"
"Hold it right there! Ew! That's just so gross." I gagged at her and she burst out laughing.
"Yeah." She nodded her head. "It is gross."
"Stop laughing." I slapped her in the arm playfully.
She stopped for a moment and we both burst out laughing.
"Can you just imagine your father's look if he knew what Bash is?"
"Yes, he'll be very devastated. He always wanted a son."
"Hm, then why isn't he a Pierce then?"
"Her mom doesn't want to get in touch with my dad when he learned about his legal family."
"Oh, that's why."
"Why?"
"Bash never talked about his dad… but he mentioned once that he has a sister. Are you two close?"
"Secretly."
"Secretly?" I asked gobsmacked.
"Yeah, our families are complicated. We meet up once in a while. Have coffee privately. He's the sweetest brother or sister…" she chuckled at herself.
"Yeah, he truly is. He's so kind. Her mom raised her pretty well."
"Sure thing. He's not working for my dad though. He refused his offer over and over again."
"Is it because of his mom?" I asked.
"Partly… but it's more of himself. He doesn't want my dad going through his personal life. Do you know he owns his fashion design company?"
"Really? Wow, I thought he'd pursue music…"
"Oh, he did too. He's teaching music in some universities in California."
"Oh, he never mentioned about me?"
"Nope." She shook her head. "I haven't talk to him since the engagement. He's been very busy."
"I'd like to meet him again. See if he can remember me." I shrugged.
"I'd tell him. But I'm sure he doesn't forget you. You're hard to forget." She winked at me just as my mom entered the dining area.
"Ooh, smells good." Brittany returned to her sit opposite me.
"Some of them are Santana's favorite." My mom explained and pointed out to the dishes one by one.
"Can we eat?"
"We're still waiting for your papi." My mom said.
"Fine." I whined.
"What is that smell?" My dad exclaimed when he entered the room. "Oh, Maribel… I missed this."
"You missed a lot lately." I mumbled.
"Don't mind her, she's just hungry." My mom said calmly.
"I know." My dad whispered as he took a sit.
After we said our graces we finally began to eat. The foods are all delicious. I know that I'll suffer for eating this much. I'd probably stay at the gym for a few hours starting tomorrow.
"So, Brittany, how's work?" My dad asked casually.
"Oh, it's all good Mr. Lopez."
"Please call me Ric, darling." My dad smiled sweetly at her.
"Okay."
"Is your dad stressing you out?"
"Oh, no. Everything is fine. I can handle work."
"Hm, that's good."
"So, Santana… any plans on going to work? My offer is still available. Just say yes and it's all yours."
I knew it! He'll force me again to take the job.
"What job?" Brittany asked him.
"VP of Marketing… I'm offering her to be the CEO but she told me it's too much to handle so I brought her down to a more specific role. What can you say now, honey?" my dad pointed at me.
"I'm still thinking about it sir."
"Santana-" My dad placed his fork down forcefully.
"Ric, honey… she said that she's thinking about it." My mom calmed him down.
"She's thinking about it for quite some time now. Every time we have this talk you refuse to accept it. What's the problem, Santana?" my dad said sternly. He's glaring at me now.
"Excuse me. I just lost my appetite." I wiped my mouth and pushed my chair back.
"Santana!" My father shouted at me but I kept walking until I reached the elevator. "We are not done here!" I heard him shout.
I grabbed the railings of the elevator. Asthma is overtaking again. No, please! Not this time.
I rushed to my bedroom to get some meds and my inhaler.
"You are so weak, Santana!" I mumbled to myself. I washed my face and tried to calm my breathing. Once my breathing is steadying I heard someone knocked at my door.
"Tana, it's me…" I heard Brittany. "I'm coming in." she said and I heard the door slowly opening.
"Go away!" I shouted.
"Where are you?"
"I said go away!" I went out of the bathroom and found her holding the bottle of medicine.
"You're sick aren't you?" she sounded worried.
"Give me that!" I grabbed the bottle from her and stuffed it in the bedside table. "You didn't see anything!" I said to her forcefully.
"I didn't see anything." She said calmly.
"Good, good!" I nodded and slump my body down on the bed.
"What's happening, Santana?"
"Nothing." I sighed. I felt the bed dipped on my left side.
"Come on. Talk to me. You can trust me." There's conviction in her voice.
"Fine. What do you want to know?" I sat up and met her captivating blue orbs. We are sitting opposite each other.
"First, what's the medicine for?"
"I have asthma. I had it when I was a kid then it came back a year ago."
"Why did it come back? Did you go to the doctors?"
"Yes, I did. They told me that stress and anxiety triggered it. My parents don't know about this. They don't have to know. Do you understand?"
"But why?"
"Because they'll interfere with my life again! They'll strictly go over my diet… my food, my sleep, my work out hours, everything! And I don't want it to happen, okay?" I rambled.
"Okay, okay… calm down. It's just me."
I steadied my breathing again.
"I care about you, Santana." She spoke softly. I brought my gaze back at her.
"You do?"
"Of course I do. Just as much as you care about me." She smiled. "We're friends remember? And friends take care of each other."
"Hey, I told you that! Copy cat!" I teased her.
"Yes, I know. I just want to remind you that. As your friend, I'll not interfere with your diet unless I see you suffering from it again. You have to be open to me. I want you to talk to me… okay?"
"Okay."
"Good, now I have another question."
"Shoot!"
"Why don't you want to take your dad's offer? You know, everyone would kill to have that position."
"Well, that everyone excludes me."
"Of course. You're special. But seriously, why?"
"Have you seen my dad lately?"
"Hm, he's barely home." Brittany shrugged.
"Precisely. He's never home. I don't want to be like him. He chose work over us. He strives for power and superiority. He was a good man, but when he partnered up with different people he turned into something… I don't know how to describe him now."
"He's still a good man. Well, better than my dad." She shrugged. "But men are like that. They just want what's best for their family. I'm sure your dad is doing this for you to have a better future."
"Yeah right." I shook my head. "He is clearly doing this for himself. My mom just got used to him. But I don't. And I never will. He used to be my best friend, my knight in shining armor… but now he's just a stranger. Trying to pretend to be my dad sometimes…" I trailed off.
"Santana, give the poor man a chance. Maybe he's offering you that job so that he can spend more time with you. He can be home early if you'll work with him. You can bond with him, talk to him and rekindle your past relationship. It's not too late to do that, Tana. But if you really don't want it I'll respect your decision."
"I just don't want to be like him. Look, sooner or later I'll be having a family of my own. Let's face it. I don't want to establish a family whom I can barely see. I don't want to miss my kids first dance recital, PTA meetings, Family Day at school, recognition or graduation day. I want to be there for my wife every time. I want to give her the best things life has to offer. I just want to be there every second. I want to be the best parent or wife."
"You will be, Santana. Trust me. You will be. But you still need to provide for their needs. How can you do that if you don't have a work?"
"Well, you're rich. And I have money of my own too. We can combine both of our monies." I said nonchalantly.
"I know but I would still want a wife who works and provide a living for her family. You can't always depend on the people around you. You. Still. Need. A. Job." She emphasized.
I sighed. Brittany's right. "I'll think about it."
She chuckled slightly. "Yes, you better think about it. We are all waiting!" she winked at me.
"Where are you going?" I asked when she walked towards the door.
"Downstairs… your mom prepared some desserts. I think I saw a plum blueberry upside down cake and lemon parfait."
"Whoa. Really?"
"Uhuh." She chuckled and I ran out with her.
"Come on." I said as I grabbed her downstairs.
"Look who is eager now?" She asked while laughing.
...
We spent our evening tangled in the mattress of my bed. Yes, I, indeed let Brittany into my lair. Well, she's all around lately. I can't really avoid her. And this is me welcoming a new friend in my life. This is so new to me. I only let people in here who I can actually enjoy. But believe it or not, I'm enjoying her company. She went from business type Brittany to childish Brittany. I like both of her sides. It's so refreshing. It's the first time I met someone who doesn't really try to impress me.
Here she lies beside me while we watch a cartoon I don't even know the title. She's holding the remote so I can't really complain. After dinner she asked me if we could spend some time together since she will not work tomorrow. Which I'm so glad about though I don't even know why.
I yawned and stretched my arms. I looked at the clock on top of the table beside my bed. 10:30. Hm, time is so slow tonight.
"Are you sleepy?" She said softly.
"Hm? I'm sorry what?"
"Are you sleepy? I can leave if you want to."
"No, no. You can stay. I'm just a little tired I guess. I haven't had enough sleep last night."
"Oh, I'm really sorry, Santana."
"No, it's fine." I yawned again.
"I haven't got any chance to thank you for what you did." She said sincerely.
"Britt, don't worry about it."
"Hm, let me make it up to you. Are you free tomorrow?"
"Hm, maybe? Why?"
"Would you like to hang out? Go somewhere... eat... watch a movie or something?" she lowered her gaze.
I bit my bottom lip, "Are you asking me out on a date?"
"Huh? What? I-I-" she stuttered and blushed.
"Relax. I'm just kidding. Sure. Where are we going?"
"Oh, great! I won't tell you. It's a surprise."
"Okay. But be sure that it's safe or else I won't ever let you in here again!" I glared at her playfully.
"Of course. Don't worry, you'll be safe with me." She winked at me and I yawned again.
"Get some sleep, Tana. I'll just finish the show then go back to my room."
"Are you sure?" I said.
"Yep. Positive."
"M'kay." I slowly adjusted myself to bed. I shut my eyes and Brittany lowered the volume of the TV. She's the sweetest.
"Good night, Tana." I heard her whisper.
"Night Britt-Britt." I sighed and then blacked out.
...
Morning came and I heard some shutters and clicking. I didn't bother to look up though. I don't want to be disturbed. Besides, I can sense that the sun is still on its way to setting up. I slowly drifted off to sleep again.
I was once again startled by my alarm clock. I forcefully shut it off and lay back to bed. I felt something behind my back. I turned around and saw Brittany sleeping beside me. One of her arms is hanging on my waist. I slowly adjusted my sight to the bright lights bursting in my room.
"Hey, Britt-Britt." I whispered trying to wake her up.
"Mmm." She tightened her grip on me and pulled me close. I was startled when our nose touches. I held my breath. I used both of my arms to push her gently. Once I succeeded I tried to wake her up again.
"Britt... Brittany!"
"HA! What? Whatisgoingon?" She rambled and sat up. "Oh, shit!" She held her head.
"Whoa! Are you okay?"
"Mhm. A little dizzy." She mumbled.
"You shouldn't have done that." I chuckled while slowly lifting my body out of the bed.
"Yep. Try not to shout next time." She sighed.
"Sorry." I raised both of my hands. "You're a heavy sleeper. Can't help it, Britt."
She threw me a pillow and I was caught off guard. I stumbled back a little.
"Oh, you did not just do hmf-" Another pillow was thrown at me.
"Aaaahhh!" I shouted irritated. I saw her laughing at me. I dodged her back with a pillow and she stumbled back in bed. I went closer to the bed and punch her with more pillows. It ended up in a pillow fight. I was on top of her. I am in control and when SANTANA LOPEZ is in control all you can do is OBEY!
"Say you're sorry." I said while pinning her down on the bed. Both of her hands are locked on top of her.
"No!"
"Say it!" I challenged her.
"Neeeeeeeeevvveeerr!" She chuckled.
"Okay then..." I tickled her and found her weak spot.
"Nooooooooooo!" She screamed.
"Are you going to say sorry now?" I stopped tickling her for a moment. She's catching her breath.
"Santana, I am NOT sorry!" She laughed as I tickled her again.
"Stop! Stop!" She squealed over and over again.
"What is going on here?"
We are both frozen when my mom burst inside the room. She looked flabbergasted.
"Oh, I heard someone screaming. I - I thought... um." She swallowed a lump on her throat. "Okay. Breakfast is ready so I leave you two in here to prepare. Meet me back downstairs. O-okay?" we both nodded as she left the room.
We both realized that we are in a very compromising position. I let out an awkward chuckle as I slowly got off of her.
"That's fun." Brittany said.
"Yeah... it is."
"Hm, good morning by the way."
"Yeah, you too."
"So... are we still on for later?"
"Of course."
"Great!"
"What time is it?"
"Well, we could watch a movie this afternoon then eat dinner. After that I'll bring you to some place special."
"Hm, sounds good."
"Let's say 4:30? Or is it a little early?"
"No, it's fine. 4:30 then. Don't forget to pick me up." I teased her.
"Yeah, I'll avoid the traffic." We both laugh as I let her use the bathroom first.
"I'm sorry for sleeping in your room, Tana." I heard her from the bathroom.
I cleared my throat. "It's fine, Britt. I'm always welcome to some company." I shrugged.
"Oh, okay. I just... I didn't realize that I fell asleep."
"It is okay. No biggie."
"Okay." I heard her flush the toilet and wash in the sink.
"Your turn." She opened the door and her hair is already tied up in a messy bun.
"Okay. Go change some clothes." I instructed as I entered the bathroom.
"Ah! Too lazy. Can I just stay in my PJ's today? I ain't going anywhere 'til 4:30. I miss work."
"Hm, do you want to go to the gym with me before breakfast?"
"Do you have a dance studio in there?"
"Well, there's a small space with mirrors there. You can use it."
"Okay, that'd do. I'll be back in a minute. I'll guess I still have to change my clothes."
I chuckled.
"Yeah, you should do that."
"See you in a bit." She said.
I heard the door shut behind her.
...
We spent an hour and a half in the gym. We actually lost track of time. I was captivated by her. Her body moves so freely. It's like she's dancing in a pool. Every part of her body is coordinated and she really danced pretty well. No- she nailed every song. The first song is Love on Top by the one and only Queen B (Beyonce! Duh?!") she totally outdid the backups of Beyonce. The next song is a combination of jazz and some instruments that I don't even care about. If you can just see her you'll fall in love with her moves.
I was brought out of my thoughts when my mom called us for breakfast.
"Britt!"
I called her from the glass that's separating us. She didn't hear me though. I opened the door to move into the small dance studio. The music almost deafened me.
"Brittany!" I shouted but she still didn't hear me.
I walked towards the player and turned it off.
"Britt!" this time she turned around with tears on her face. "Oh." I stood shocked.
She fell down on her knees and sobbed uncontrollably.
"Ooookay." I said as I embraced her beneath me. I rubbed her back and kissed her temple.
"You're okay... Ssshhh. Calm down now. I'm here. Ssshhh..."
She is still trembling. I can feel her tears over my chest as she clings to my already sweaty tank top. I tried to think of ways to calm her down. Dammit! What should I do? Then it clicked into my mind. I think this will help her feel better. I hope so...
I took a deep breath as I held her tighter to my chest.
You can be amazing
You can turn a phrase into a weapon or a drug
You can be the outcast
Or be the backlash of somebody's lack of love
Or you can start speaking up
Nothing's gonna hurt you the way that words do
When they settle 'neath your skin
Kept on the inside and no sunlight
Sometimes a shadow wins
But I wonder what would happen if you
Say what you wanna say
And let the words fall out
Honestly I wanna see you be brave
With what you want to say
And let the words fall out
Honestly I wanna see you be brave
I looked at her and her breathing is a bit steadied. I continue to rub her back.
"Brittany, look at me." I said and she slowly looked up to me. I saw her once lively blue eyes turned into a melancholic one. She looks exhausted.
I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you
I wanna see you be brave
I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you
I wanna see you be brave
I think I know what her problem is.
"It's about your dad and your work isn't it?" I whispered and she nodded.
More tears came rushing down from her eyes. It hurts me to see her like that. I don't fucking know what to do!
"Hey… hear me out okay?" She nodded. "You don't need to speak up or something." She nodded again as she hid her face on my chest again.
"From the very first time I saw you I was captivated by your lovely and almost pathetic aura." She chuckled a little then sniffed. "You just seem problem-free and I envied you for that. But then I get to know you and learned that there's more inside you. Your façade screams happiness but that is the exact opposite of what you feel. Brittany, I want you to know that it's not too bad to admit that you're not fine. It's alright to be weak once in a while. It's okay to disappoint people. Because that's part of being a human being. We can't help it. That's just how things work in life. If we stumble and fall then stand up. You are a very genuine and unique person I've ever met. Please don't turn into something that you'll regret in the future."
She seems to ponder on my words because we both held a long silence. All I heard is sniffing and her ragged breathing.
"You are the bravest person in here. Braver than me." I whispered. "Now, I want you to believe that too. You are brave and I want to see you be brave!"
"Thank you, Santana. You're the best." She held me tighter. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry for crying and messing things up."
"Hey! Stop it. You did nothing to mess things up. Things are great, see? We're doing great. Your dad acknowledged you yesterday. And… I finally realized that you are right too. I'll take my dad's offer and work for the Tower."
She pulled back, tears forgotten. "Really?" Now she sounded enthusiastic.
"Yes, you made me realize what I've been missing." I winked at her.
"Whoa! That's good news! No, a great one." She wiped her nose and stood up clumsily. She pulled me up and ran towards the exit.
"We gotta tell them!" she sounded cheery again. I shook my head as I let her drag me out.
"Hey, Britt." I said and she stopped.
"Yeah?" She looked back to me when we're in the middle of the gym.
"You've got me. I can be your rock, you know? Don't get anxious of crumbling down, I'm here to pick you up and bring you back together. I won't let you down."
Her blue orbs are slowly gaining its original colors.
"Well, you've got me too. Expect me to do the same, Santana. We're in this crazy journey together."
I felt my heart flutter when she linked her pinkies in mine.
thoughts?
Whoa! Can't believe I finished it! I'm still a little sick, fever is returning again. Uh-oh. I wish I have a 'Santana' to take care of me :( HAHA. Well, I hope you like it. Do you want to know what happens next? Do you have any clue where Brittany will take Santana? Do you want it to be a date or not? Feel free to tell me your suggestions!
You know the drill ;)
-xoxo