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Chapter 7
Brittany can hear Quinn's voice floating through Rachel's open bedroom window, her wife unsuccessfully attempting to calm the young girl. The dancer paces back and forth along the path in their front yard, the coffee she's clutching close to her chest quickly growing cold in the cool night air. She has been arguing with herself for the last few hours, debating on whether to phone the police or not. Brittany knows that calling the police in a panic because a teenager has been gone for six hours would most likely just earn her a laugh and a request to call again but she still thinks she should call. The woman sighs as it gets steadily darker and colder, the damp air chilling her bare arms. She wanders back into the house and heads upstairs to her bedroom to grab a hoodie. Brittany stops by Rachel's room before she leaves and motions for Quinn to join her in the hall.
"I'm gonna go out and look for her, it's getting really cold outside and it's getting dark and I just can't sit here. I need something to do" Brittany tells her quietly, Quinn nodding.
"Okay but be careful and make sure you take your cell phone" Quinn states, "And..find her, okay?" she adds with a desperate edge to her tone as she glances inside the bedroom at the distraught ten year old.
"I will" Brittany promises, leaning forward to press a chaste kiss to her wife's soft lips. "I love you" she murmurs.
"I love you too" Quinn replies instantly. Brittany smiles gently at her before making her way downstairs and outside, pulling her hoodie on as she walks. She stuffs her hands into her pockets as she braces herself against the cold, realising she has actually no idea where to look. Brittany decides to check all the places that she hung out at as a teenager and she heads to the local skatepark, actually hoping that she doesn't find Santana there considering how many times she and her friends had gotten stoned there when she was younger. She's relieved when she can't see Santana amongst the crowd of teenagers but one person does catch her eye, the kid with the mohawk that Quinn had thrown out of the house after catching him in Santana's room with her. Brittany sighs softly as she pulls open the iron gates and walks across to the half-pipe where he is sitting with a group of guys, wondering if anybody ever came to the skate park to actually skate.
"Hey hot stuff" Puck drawls as he lazily stands up and saunters across the concrete to stand in front of Brittany. "You here to have a go on the puckasaurus?" he asks cockily and Brittany scoffs and rolls her eyes. "Oh wait..I know you, you're one of Lopez's hot moms, finally had enough of the old lady?" Brittany glares at him in disgust and makes a mental note to tell Santana to stop hanging out with this guy.
"I'm looking for Santana, do you know where she is?" she asks in a clipped tone and he shrugs, looking pretty put out at being brushed off so quickly. "If you see her can you tell her to come home?" Brittany asks.
"Sure" he mutters with a shrug and gives the once over with his eyes before making his way back to his friends, no doubt bragging to them about how she was so into him.
"She's at the duck pond" Brittany whips around to see a blonde boy standing there, a skate board under his arm. "I saw her on my way here, she looks pretty down but I don't really know her so I didn't think it was my place to ask what was going on" he explains. "I'm Sam Evans, I'm in her English class" the boy adds.
"Thanks Sam, I really appreciate it" Brittany states with a relieved smile, "I'm Brittany!" she throws over her shoulder as she jogs out of the skate park, calculating the quickest way to the pond. She jogs the quarter mile to the pond, stopping beside a tree when she spots Santana sitting on the grass, gazing at the visibly upset girl and deciding to give her a few extra moments.
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Santana hugs her knees close to her chest as she gazes out across the pond, the dampness of the grass seeping into the back of her jeans. Her eyes itch and burn from the tears that continue to slowly drip from her dark eyes and her mouth feels dry and disgusting from the six cigarettes she has smoked in the last hour. She wishes she didn't feel this way, why should she feel betrayed that Brittany defended her wife from her unnecessary anger towards her? This isn't Quinn's fault and it isn't Brittany's fault and it, most certainly, isn't Rachel's fault yet these are the people she blames. She blames Rachel for loving these women from the first time she met them, she blames Quinn for being the love of Brittany's life and she blames Brittany for being so damn perfect and beautiful. She wishes she didn't feel like this but she does and it fucking hurts. Everytime Brittany speaks to her, her pulse quickens and she finds herself staring at her pink lips..wondering how they would feel against hers and how her body would feel up against hers. Santana shakes her head violently, as though she is attempting to make the thoughts fall from her brain and she chokes back a sob.
"Don't ruin this" she whispers to herself. "Two years..two years and you can get a scholarship and leave..two years" She pulls her cigarette packet out of her pocket and places yet another one in her mouth, lighting it with shaky hands.
"I guess the patches aren't helping, huh?" Santana jumps in surprise when she hears Brittany's voice, almost burning herself with the cigarette. "We were worried" Brittany states as she sits down next to her, reaching out and plucking the cigarette from Santana's fingers and stubbing it out on the damp grass. She silently holds her hand out for the packet, surprised when the girl hands it over without any complaints, along with the lighter. "I understand that you get angry and that you have been through so much more in the last eight years than most people do in a lifetime but you can't just run away" Brittany tells her gently, attempting to make eye contact with her but Santana's gaze remains fixed on the water.
"I can't talk to you or Quinn about it. Not yet...it's still...I just can't" Santana whispers, stiffening when Brittany's arm wraps around her shoulders before relaxing into the touch but for all of the wrong reasons.
"And that's perfectly alright, we'll be there when you're ready" Brittany reassures her. "But we do still think it's a good idea for you to talk to someone...this isn't healthy honey. Running away from problems only ever helps for a little while and then they catch up with you, it's gets worse the longer you leave it" Brittany explains softly. "Rachel's worried about you as well..if you can't do it for yourself then can you do it for her?" she asks, feeling bad for guilting the girl but knowing it's the only way to get her to agree.
"I'll try it" Santana mutters.
"That's all we're asking, sweetheart. We love you and we just want to see you do well in life, I'm proud of you for being willing to try it and we will support you every step of the way" the blonde woman states tenderly. Santana finally meets her gaze and the intensity behind those crystal blue eyes hits her like a steam train and she is unable to look away, mesmorised by them. Brittany leans forward to hug the young latina, freezing when the girl's lips press against hers and she jumps backwards, staring at Santana in shock.
To be continued.. I was planning to make this longer but I've had a couple of PMs tonight asking me to update so I figured I should just post what I have. I hope to update with a longer chapter within the next few days. Please review.
