Between juggling time for my love interest, school and preventing my overly religious flipino parents from finding out about my sapphic escapades, I haven't really been able to make quick updates. For that I sincerely apologize. Plus I'm in the process of typing up a new story. I do not own anything.
Brittany yanks herself backwards and fully slaps Santana in the face. Santana's shocked eyes stare at Brittany and Brittany just goes back to sobbing and kissing Santana at the same time. What the actual fuck is happening right now?, Santana thinks to herself.
Not knowing what to do, Santana just lets Brittany continue kissing her. Not that she minds, but when the girl who had bullied you for a good two years is suddenly attacks you with kisses, it makes you wonder and maybe a little speechless, ya' know?
When Brittany had calmed down a bit with her crying, she's only softly pecking at Santana's lips and clutching at the hospital gown Santana is wearing. Wait? Hospital gown? Where the fuck am I?
Brittany 2nd Person POV:
You couldn't help it, honestly. The moment her clouded eyes locked onto yours, it felt like the world was right again, that everything would be okay becuase she's awake and alive. You've never felt so relieved before.
Santana opens her mouth to speak but you need to do something before whatever words she may say takes away the opportunity hanging right in front of both of your faces. You rush forward and force your lips against her puffy ones. You notice that after a moment of rigidness on Santana's part, she slowly kisses back. Her lips comfort you and frighten you at the same time. It's so confusing. All you know is that at this very moment, this kiss is exactly what you need.
You can't help but notice that her lips are slightly bruised from what you can only assume came from her father. It makes you so angry and sad all at the same time. Who else would have given her those bruises and lacerations? It breaks your heart imagining how Santana would feels after being used in such a way. Thinking of such heart aching thoughts makes you pull away from her lips, you just want to hold her safe in your arms.
You start to sob uncontrollably as you pull back from the kiss. You bury your face into her scarred neck, her scent of musky woods and grass from the park lingers in your nose and you start trembling with every breath taken in. Her neck glistens slightly from your shed tears.
You can feel her confusion and you expect her to push you off her at first, (like you would let her make you go away, what with the ordeal you went through. Yeah, right.) but instead she reaches around your waist and strokes your back. The action comforts you until she starts shushing you gently. The noise reminds you of finding her fading body and how she tried to quiet you when you were screaming at her to not leave you to your misery.
Thinking about Santana purposely hurting herself angers you. How dare Santana to try and kill herself, leaving to your own demise? How dare she try do that herself, to you? If you hadn't of been at the park, she might be dead right now.
Your anger takes over you actions, you yank yourself back from Santana's comforting embrace and full-on slap her in the face. She stares at you with widened, shocked eyes. You crumble back into her arms, with tears running down your face. You re-attach your lips to her slightly rigid ones with a sense of urgency. You know she's probably wondering what the fuck is going on, but you could careless because all that matters is that she's alive.
You calm down and just softly peck at her slightly swollen lips now, your hands clutch at her crisp hospital gown. Then you remember where you both are. You've been so caught up with your emotions that you didn't notice her wincing when she stroked your back to comfort you. Her bandaged wrists are still resting on your waist and you gingerly pull them to Santana's front.
You look up at Santana sheepishly. Her eyes are slightly unfocused as they wander about the room in confusion. You can't help but think the way she scrunched her nose and furrowed her brows in concentration is absolutely adorable, but when her caramel brown eyes land on your blue ones when you giggle at the image, your moment of giddiness fades at the intensity of her stare.
Santana narrows her eyes at the realization of where she is, why and with whom. Her jaw sets tightly, she clenches her eyes shut tightly and she bows her head in shame. You hear her mutter unintelligible things and your confused as to why she is acting so different as to the way she acting before. Then you're hit with a realization of your own.
"Leave. Please." Her voice weak and breathy.
She avoids your gaze and you notice her hands shake slightly, small droplets of tears landing onto her hospital gown. Your heart physically and emotionally hurts from the self-reproach that airs around Santana's weak form.
You shake your head no at her command of you and gently pull her into your arms to comfort her this time. She shakes with silent sobs and she tries to push you away, but you just tighten your arms around her. You sidle up on to the side of the hospital bed and turn your face into her hair. You rock both her and you back and forth until her shaking had subsided and all that can be heard is her sniffles.
"I don't think I could leave even if I wanted to," you whisper into her ear, "I need you to be safe and can only be assured of that prospect by being by your side."
You feel her shudder and immediately assume that she's cold so you bring the thin hospital bed sheet up and around both of you. She subconsciously curls up into your arms and you hear her breathing evening out, signifying that she had fallen asleep.
The parts of Santana's face and neck that are exposed are littered in tiny scars that you wouldn't be able to see unless you looked hard enough. You shift a little so that the blanket uncovers from her arms slightly, you make sure her wrists are tucked loosely between both of your chests, you spend a minute or two just tracing along the healed scars across her arms.
Tears fill your eyes when you imagine Santana sitting somewhere, just tearing into her arms with a razor blade after being bullied by yourself or after being defiled by her own fucking father. Choking back a sob, you concentrate on her heart-shaped face.
Even in her sleep, her brows are pinched in worry, her lips curved down in a slight frown. It's saddeningly beautiful. You're struck by the urge to run your fingers through her hair and you do so. The minute your fingertips graze her scalp, Santana's face relaxes and you could practically feel the contentment flow through her. The several minutes of you stroking her thick, wavy, brown hair pulled you into a deep sleep of your own.
You wake up startled, something doesn't feel right. No, it feels really, really fucking bad. You feel... Incomplete. Wait, Santana. Where is she?! You look around the room, frantically searching for a trace of her.
The clothes Santana was wearing at the park, that were folded on one of the hospital chairs, were gone. What if her dad came to get her? No. Then why would you be left on the bed without being awoken by them? Maybe Santana went out for a stroll? No. Why the fuck would she go out for a fucking stroll? The realization that Santana had ran away leaves you in angry, bitter tears.
"Goddamn it, Santana." You shake your head in disappointment and fear. You're disappointed because the kisses that transpired earlier were an indication that you wanted to be with her.
Maybe she ran away to avoid you. Possibly. Maybe she didn't have the heart to reject your advances face-to-face. You should probably feel great full then. She gave you a way out of this fucked up situation. But, you don't want to. You need her. If Santana doesn't want to be your lover then you'll be her friend. You just need her in your life, some way some how.
You head out of the hospital room with determination etched on your face. You're going to find Santana Lopez and you're going to help her.
3rd Person POV:
Santana wakes up slowly. There's no rush because she feels completely and utterly safe, like nothing can hurt her, not even her father. She feels warm and protected, so comfroting.
Santana hums contentedly and shifted her position on the bed, so that she was lying on her stomach. Her eyes shot open when she felt a warm hand twitch against her stomach. Oh shit. Brittany.
Santana turned her head and became face-to-face to the sleeping beauty. A strand of silky blonde hair dangled across Brittany's face and Santana took it into fingers, captivated with her stunning beauty. Brittany's nose twitched when Santana put the strand behind her ear, Brittany's arms tightened around Santana's torso and she snuggled her face against Santana's neck.
Her movement broke Santana from her stupor, Santana looked at the limbs circled around her stomach and was immediately hit with a wave of a feeling she couldn't even begin to describe. She felt like no matter what would happen, she would cherish this single moment with the girl that had caused her pain throughout her previous and current highschool years. Her heart raced, her stomach fluttered with butterflies and the look in her eyes could only be described as extreme adoration.
Realizing that Brittany probably wouldn't appreciate being leered upon, even in her sleep, Santana averted her gaze and lifted the arms around and away from herself. She slipped out of the hospital bed and stood on shaky feet. There was no I.V. attached to Santana's arm, so she had no worries of alerting a nurse if she had pulled out one.
She spotted her hoodie and sweatpants folded neatly on a chair by her side. She scrambled as quickly and quietly as she could, on unsteady legs, to get the clothes on. She stood there, dressed, for a moment, just staring at Brittany's face.
Santana knew what she had to do. She didn't like it, but if she wanted to survive in a harsh world, she needed to just move on and out. Santana bent down a gave a feathered kiss down upon Brittany's brow, and headed out of the hospital unnoticed.
Santana didn't know where she was going, but she sure as hell isn't going to stay in Lima.
So here you have it. So sorry for the delay. Comments? Critiscm? Requests? Advice? Whatever?
Ciao For Now.