Santana walked in to the hotel room with bags on each arm and a migraine. "That was the worst plane ride ever."
"I had no idea planes made you so nervous." Brittany exclaimed as she came in behind her, she put her own suitcase down and looked over at her dark haired girlfriend with a worried glance, "Are you going to be okay?"
"I don't know..." Santana pouted, she set the suitcases down and flopped on the large bed, Brittany gently shut the door and looked at Santana with a frown, her blue eyes shining with concern.
"Maybe you should lay down before we hit the beach, my math brain is calculating, and you get all pouty when you don't sleep." Brittany said as she moved forward she sat on the bed and removed Santana's shoes.
"I need to go on the beach so we can have interesting lady sex." Santana muttered as Brittany fluffed the pillow up around her, and smoothed her hair out.
"I think after the few hours we just had you need sleep." Brittany smiled, she suddenly heard a snore, she looked down to see Santana curled up in her old track pants from cheerleading and a black shirt. She sighed softly and crinkled her nose, "You're so adorable..." Santana looked like an angel when she slept. Brittany chuckled to herself as she thought of the other few hours.
FLASHBACK
The two girls sat in the airport, one on her phone and the other staring at the wall. People would look at them every once in awhile because they were attractive and beautiful. Santana was slumped over, her head resting on Brittany's shoulder as she would stare off into the distance. Brittany was just playing on her phone happily.
"So how long do we need to sit here?" Santana whined, Brittany glanced down at her and held back laughter.
"Just another hour." Brittany reassured her girlfriend with a smile.
"I didn't like security." Santana huffed.
"I know." Brittany sighed, Santana had thrown a fit because she had to remove her high heels, apparently the airport they went to was use to this because Santana frequently flew through them to get back home. They simply waited until Santana was done crying and then put them on through.
"I like my shoes." Santana explained, "They make me taller."
"They do." Brittany agreed.
Santana peered up at Brittany with a frown, she shook her head, "This is ridiculous, we should just get on the damn plane..."
"Uh..." Brittany looked down at Santana and just didn't finish her statement.
Over the next hour the girls debated hot topics and then it was time, soon they were on the plane and sitting next to each other in a row of three, with another handsome looking man next to them. Santana was in the window seat leaving Brittany in the middle.
Santana turned and stared at the man as he smiled politely at Brittany who eagerly returned the smile and introduced herself, "I'm Brittany!"
"Tony." The man smiled and held out his hand, Brittany shook it and Santana felt a rush of jealousy.
"Please turn off all cellular devices as we begin take off, and buckle up..." a tired voice came out of the speakers. The voice continued through the routine safety procedures and Tony turned to Brittany facing her completely, a smile on his face.
"Tony, that's like italian!" Brittany exclaimed, her hand was on top of Santana's.
"I guess." Tony laughed, he looked down and saw the two women with intertwined hands and smiled even wider.
"I'm Santana. Her girlfriend. Not her friend." Santana hissed, she glared at Tony who merely kept grinning at her.
"Awesome, well you know my name." Tony said with a short laugh, "So what brings you girls to Hawaii?"
"We skipped Lesbos." Brittany explained with a nod, Santana snorted at Tony's confused expression and buckled up her seatbelt.
"She means we're on vacation and we were going to Lesbos Island but decided to go straight to Hawaii." Santana said with a smile, "B, buckle up babe."
"Right." Tony smiled back, "I think that's great, you two in college? I myself go to NYU, film major."
"Uh I went to MIT." Brittany said, she looked a little nervous.
"Went?" Tony picked up on the word and looked at her curiously, "Transferring?"
Suddenly the plane started to shake and Santana looked pale, her dark eyes fluttered shut and her head rolled back, she grabbed Brittany's arm and started taking deep breaths, "Dear Lord..."
"Shhh" Brittany turned away from Tony and started rubbing Santana's arm.
"Is she okay?" Tony looked concerned and was peering at the latina over Brittany's arms.
"No..." Santana whimpered.
"She hates taking off." Brittany explained, "It's so sad."
The plane continued to take off and Santana whimpered until they were in the air, she popped up swiftly and looked as if nothing had happened.
"Interesting." Tony said, Brittany just smiled. Santana huffed and side glanced at the two sitting next to her. She knew Tony was good looking, he had dark eyes, light hair, and a dimple when he smiled. He was also really friendly and was talking to Brittany with that stupid smile. She didn't want to act jealous but she did want to steak her claim, which is why she put her hand on Brittany's arm and held it there.
"Anyway..." Santana spoke up, "Hey B do you want to maybe join a club?" Santana purred, she winked at Tony who raised his eyebrows.
"What club?" Brittany asked with wide eyes, her lips forming a small smile.
"Mile high?" Santana rubbed her fingers through Brittany's hair and grinned, Brittany just closed her eyes still smiling.
"Mmmm, maybe not..." Brittany responded, Santana froze and slowly removed her hand, anger shadowing her dark eyes.
"Why?" Santana snarked, Brittany snapped her eyes open and stared at her girlfriend in concern.
"I don't want to be rude." She gestured to Tony, who was awkwardly looking at his hands, "I made a friend and we should be polite." Brittany crossed her arms over her chest and she raised her eyebrows at Santana who huffed.
"Whatever..." Santana sighed loudly. She turned away, and made the mistake of looking out the window, the ground looked so small and it made her feel small, she clutched her stomach and closed her eyes as she listened to her girlfriend talk to their seatmate.
"So you said you were at MIT?" Tony asked, Brittany nodded.
"Yeah I just left, it wasn't a normal offer." Brittany started to explain, she looked over at Santana who looked as if she was sleeping. She wondered how to explain it because it sounded weird.
"What's that mean?" Tony asked. Santana smirked.
"It mean's my girl's a genius." Santana's voice sounded strained, she was clutching her stomach and her face was scrunched up, "I hate planes..."
"So, what happened?" Tony asked with a small glance in Santana's direction.
"Well before I got the chance to graduate high school MIT found me and made me this offer, to go right away and work on this super secret math formula. I went but it wasn't really my thing, so I left and got my diploma instead." Brittany shrugged.
"Oh wow." Tony sounded impressed, "So I'm sitting with a genius, wish I had prepared better."
Brittany chuckled, and Santana's eyes snapped open, "She's my genius,"
"I am." Brittany mumbled, she pressed her hand to Santana's arm, "So why don't you nap and we can wake up when we land?"
Santana glared at her, wondering why Brittany wanted her to sleep, she opened her eyes even wider and said, "I think I'm good." She let her gaze wander over to Tony who looked back at her with a determined stare.
"Babe, some rest will do you good, the time difference might get you grumpy." Brittany whispered into her girlfriends ear.
"Why do you want me sleeping?" Santana said loudly, Brittany sighed.
"Because of what I just said."
Santana got up and said, "Screw this, I gotta pee."
"What?" Brittany asked she moved so Santana could get through and watched as her girlfriend stomped to the bathroom.
"Is she okay?" Tony said leaning closer to Brittany looking confused.
"I think she's jealous, but what do I do?" Brittany admitted tiredly, "I mean I think she gets scared because I'm bi."
"Oh, well does she not have experience dating a bisexual?" Tony asked, he frowned.
"Well I was her first, and then we broke up and she met another woman, and she was a lesbian just like her. But they broke up and she's with me now." Brittany explained.
"Oh." Tony looked over to the still occupied bathroom.
"I don't know..." Brittany sighed.
"Just relax, she looks like she hates the plane ride and she's probably letting everything piss her off..." Tony smiled at her, he put his hand on her shoulder to reassure her and Brittany grinned back.
"She gets grumpy, it's adorable." Brittany said quickly.
"I would totally think so if I wasn't gay..." Tony winked at Brittany and she laughed.
"So you're a unicorn too!"
"Yep. It's why I haven't asked you two pretty ladies on a date. Instead I'm wondering where she got those epic heels." Tony teased. He still had his hand on Brittany's shoulder and Brittany had leaned in so there heads were really close.
This was all Santana saw when she came back to the seat, the two of them close, she stared at them not knowing what to do. So she cleared her throat and said, "What's going on?"
Neither of them jumped like she expected, instead they looked up at her and grinned, Brittany looked too happy. "We're talking about unicorns!" Brittany chirped.
"What?" Santana growled, Tony looked at her with a concerned look on his face.
"Santana uh, do you want to sit?" Tony started to readjust to let the latina through, she looked at him, then looked at the window seat.
"Uh no..."
"Do you want to switch?" Tony asked politely.
"Yes." Santana mumbled watching as the boy she believed to be flirting with her girlfriend got up and moved over for her. She slid into the seat avoiding Brittany's gaze and finally said, "Stop flirting with him," in a low voice, her dark eyes filling with tears.
"Santana..." Brittany said surprised, her brow furrowed, "I'm not flirting!" Tony heard this and whipped his head around to look at the two girls.
"Then tell him that, he seems a little too friendly." Santana mumbled, she still felt nautious, but Tony cleared his throat.
"I'm gay." Tony announced, loudly, other passengers turned and stared at him, including Santana.
"What?"
"I have a boyfriend, and I definitely am not interested in your lovely lady, regardless of how pretty she is." Tony replied with a small shrug.
Santana felt like an idiot, she glanced over at Brittany who just sat there not meeting her gaze, "Britt...I'm sorry?" Santana asked.
"Sure you are." Brittany said sounding hurt, "Why would I flirt with someone when I'm with you?"
Tony got up mumbling about having to go to the bathroom leaving the two girls alone in the row of seats. Santana looked down at her hands and shook her head. She didn't want to admit why she had acted so jealous.
"I just, I still need to work on that trust thing. I mean, you know, you're bi." Santana shrugged, "So I have twice the chance of losing you."
Brittany stared at her girlfriend speechless, her blue eyes blinking rapidly as she looked at her girlfriend who was swaying back and forth.
"What does my sexuality have to do with this?" Brittany finally demanded in a low voice trying not to attract the attention from other passengers.
"It's just that everytime I go away you seem to find yourself a guy." Santana shrugged, "It's because you're bi."
"I love who I love." Brittany said, "if anything I'm pansexual. But I hate labels. I mean, so what? I dated two guys back in Lima? You show me where the lesbians were lined up there babe."
"I mean you could've stayed single or something." Santana muttered, not liking the thought of her girlfriend with another woman either.
"You didn't." Brittany pointed out.
"They were stupid boys, and there's a chance you could leave me for a stupid boy. I've laid myself on the line twice for you!" Santana's voice was low and scratchy, tears forming in her dark eyes, "Each time I did you kept dating those stupid boys!"
"You weren't ready the first time, you were to scared Santana, and there was no use breaking Artie's heart, and yes I loved him." Brittany replied in an equally low voice, her blue eyes flashing angrily, "When you came back for me, I sent you away to follow your dreams."
"You don't get it." Santana said louder this time, Tony was looking at them, back from the bathroom.
"Can I scoot back in?" He asked worriedly.
"Yeah." Santana moved slightly as did Brittany. Tony moved to his seat and sat down, he peered at the two girls in concern. Brittany looked angry, her blue eyes shining with passion and her thin arms crossed over her chest as if she was shielding. Santana looked hurt, tears were falling down her face and she had head down.
"So, basically I just don't get it." Brittany spoke up suddenly. "I mean, you feared retribution and rejection when you had to come out. I was there for you because you were a lesbian. I helped you and accepted you every step of the way. But because I'm pansexual you can't choose to do the same for me?"
"If you only liked girls I don't think you would've chosen someone else over me." Santana replied.
"I already told you why." Brittany's voice sounded high pitched, and she turned to face Tony who had been trying to look busy with his phone. "Listen up Tony, do you hate bisexuals or pansexuals?"
"Uh well, bi guys are usually pretty awesome, girls too." Tony said with a smile, "As for pansexuals, they are cool too."
"Thanks." Brittany nodded, "Look a gay male who thinks bisexual people are nice."
"I think you're so nice Britt, but you can't blame me for being afraid." Santana said sadly.
"I think you're afraid for the wrong reasons. Just because I love everyone doesn't mean I have to be with everyone. When it comes to it the only person for me is you, I wish you would understand that it doesn't matter about my sexuality." Brittany explained.
"I try too, it may take time." Santana mumbled, "If anything we should have this conversation in private."
"Yes." Tony agreed from the window seat making the two girls laugh.
The rest of the plane ride was spent with Santana pretending to sleep and Brittany talking with Tony about things.
Brittany had unpacked the suitcases and pulled out clean clothes for herself and Santana, she decided to take a shower so that when Santana woke up she could talk to her. As Brittany walked into the bathroom she thought of the conversation they had on the plane and felt sad. She shut the door and stood there in the large bathroom. It was obvious they had to talk, it was just difficult to think of when Santana would actually want to sit down and do it. She stripped out of her clothes and turned the shower on to the hottest temperature. She loved hot showers, they were the best.
She washed her long hair and stood letting the hot water warm her body up. Brittany had never meant to hurt Santana like this, she didn't think that it would cause Santana to dislike the notion of being bi or pan. She sighed and closed her eyes, tilting her face up to the water. She didn't know how to fix it either. Though she also knew it wasn't her job to fix it, Santana had to fix it.
She stepped out of the shower and got dressed in a pair of satin shorts with a white shirt. She stepped out of the bathroom to see Santana sitting groggily on the bed with a pout, "Where were you?"
"A shower. We need to talk before we enjoy this vacation." Brittany said, she joined Santana on the bed, "We need to talk about what happened on the plane."
"I was tired." Santana mumbled, "I didn't mean any of it."
"Right, no really S, tell the truth." Brittany demanded.
"Okay, so a part of me hates that you have to be bi okay?" Santana whined.
"Oh lovely," Brittany rolled her eyes, "I'm a pansexual female, it means I don't care about gender."
"Which means you could leave me for anyone." Santana pointed out.
"No it means I love you." Brittany argued, "It has nothing to do with whether I leave you!"
"IT DOES!" Santana shouted suddenly, Brittany jumped and Santana hung her head, her voice quiet as she continued, "You don't get it, it's not just me hating all bisexuals or pansexuals, it's because it's you."
"What?"
"I mean, you are so beautiful. If someone comes along and likes you, it could be anyone and there is always the chance you would just go wit them."
"No that's not true." Brittany said with a grimace, "I love you because you're you."
"So?" Santana asked.
"I wish you'd understand that labels have nothing to do with being with you. Look at you? I mean you were with a lesbian, and yet you still left her, did that have anything to do with your sexuality?" Brittany asked.
"No, it was because I wasn't over you." Santana said in a dull voice.
"Good." Brittany nodded.
"So what does that have to do with this?"
"Well you went with who you loved, even if they were both women. We love each other." Brittany explained.
"I try." Santana said.
"Try harder."
"I will, it really will take time though to get back to where we were, even if we were never there." Santana explained.
"I'm here." Brittany shrugged. The two girls embraced tightly, knowing that the problem was far from over but still they loved each other.
A/N So I started this chapter and then received a review asking about Santana's biphobia. I would like to argue that it's not biphobia with everyone, just Brittany. I think it is something that will be dealt with through out the fic, rather than all at once. Because it also involves trust issues and those take awhile to overcome. However I think if handled right they can do it.
So this is my first tackle with the issue of Santana and bi people. After this chapter we have some vacation fun :) I am sorry it took so long to put up but I had classes and exams :( so I hope you liked this.
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