Conexión: Chapter 7, Promesa ( Promise )

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or these characters.

Sorry for the late update, school has just started and I had to write a monster chapter for my other fic 'Tease' which was around 10,000 words, so updates for this story will probably be weekly or fortnightly. To all those who are worried about the ending don't worry, it ends happy, I promise. I have decided to rule out the sad/not as happy alternate ending. It's just nearing the end of the story things get really dramatic.

This is more of a fluffy chapter. Hope you guys like it :)


Santana lies in her bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to ignore the voice in her head, telling her to go to the bathroom where Brittany was now brushing her teeth. Go, go, go, tell her how you feel, tell her she can be yours and you can be hers, go!

The brunette rolls over to lie on her stomach, her face planted firmly into the pillows. "Shut up, shut up, shut up." She mutters to herself, her words muffled by the soft dark cotton around her face, only bringing back the memories of the night she spent with the blonde in the very same bed.

She pulls back from the pillow when she hears a soft knock at the door of her bedroom, immediately flipping herself over to sit up on her enormous bed. "San?" A soft voice calls from the other side of the door. "Can I come in?"

Love it when she calls me that. "Uhm, yeah sure."

The door opens and Brittany walks into the room her eyes glued to Santana's, her cheeks slightly flushed. "Is it okay if I borrow some of your clothes? I forgot to pack my pajamas..."

"Yeah, that's fine, I'll get you something." The brunette jumps up from her position on the bed, to walk over to her walk in wardrobe disappearing inside it for a second before walking out with a bundle of clothes in her arms.

She walks towards Brittany who looks down at the light blue tank top and yellow pajama shorts. "I uhh, picked out this blue because I thought It would make your eyes look.."Beautiful, breathtaking, gorgeous. What am I talking about her eyes are already like that. "Nice."

"Thanks." The dancer takes the clothes from Santana, hoping her cheeks weren't't still flushed. "I should let you get some sleep now."

"Um, okay." Oh just do it. She likes you. Maybe for more than what's in your pants. Why else would she be blushing like that? "Goodnight Brittany." Before the girl can turn away Santana leans in to kiss her on the cheek, the warmth of the blonde's skin making her lips want to stay.

If Brittany wasn't flushed before she sure was now. "I..Uh...Night Santana." She stutters before turning to exit the room, her face turning a deep crimson, her left cheek tingling where the Latina's lips had just been.

When the door clicks shut Santana lets out a sigh, returning to her bed. Smooth move Lopez, scare the girl away why don't you. The brunette falls onto her bed, rolling onto her back, her dark eyes borring into the ceiling once again. "I can't help it if I'm nervous around her." She whispers to herself. "I just get so nervous and there is this feeling in my stomach that won't go away whenever I think about her or whenever she is near...And it's like I can't think straight. It actually makes me..." Act how I did before. Before Puck taught me how to 'toughen up'

"I should tell her what happened...Maybe not right now but I feel...Safe when I'm with her, like I can trust her with anything..." The Latina's hands come up to cover her face. "Ugggh, why do feeling have to be so hard to deal with." She rolls over onto her side, getting comfortable. Her eyes close letting the thoughts of Brittany loose in her mind.


Her eyes flicker open. She immediately notices a weight on her chest, she looks down finding a mess of blonde hair and the head of a sleeping girl sprawled out on top of her. A grin spreads across the brunette's face as she recalls last nights events, she feels her member stiffen a little at the thought, suddenly realizing she was still inside the girl. Her tanned arms circle around the woman on top of her, meaning to roll them over so she could get up, her hands caress the soft pale skin of the dancers back, tracing down her spine.

After a few minutes she realizes what she had been doing. Shaking the thoughts out of her head she finally rolls over gently, placing the sleeping blonde on her back before slipping out of her and getting up and out of the bed. "Ugh, gross." Santana mutters as the removes the condom from her flaccid member, walking into the bathroom to chuck it into the bin. She then gets into the shower, letting the warm water relax her.

A few minutes later she steps out of the bathroom to find that Brittany had flicked off the covers of her, leaving her torso exposed. The Latina approaches the sleeping girl, gently pulling the blankets over her again when a shiver runs through the girl on the bed. Santana then walks into her walk in wardrobe, unwrapping the towel around her body to get dressed for work, after putting on a appropriate outfit she walks out of the bedroom and into the main room of her apartment with a small smile on her face. She stops in her tracks when she spots a familiar person standing before her, black and red swirls of smoke surrounding the figure.

"That smile better be gone for good."

"M-Mo-"

"Didn't I tell you not to call me that?" The woman screams her figure warping and twisting in front of Santana, her hair, her skin, her everything in black and white like black and white TV. Wearing the same clothes she had been wearing when she kicked her former daughter out.

"What are you doing here?"

"You think she's going to stay? To wait until you get home?"

"How could you tell I was thinki-"

"She doesn't feel for you. She only came home with you because of your dick!" The black and white figure screams at her, dark black eyes turning a glowing red.

"This one's different, she has to be, she didn't feel the same as all the others."

"She's going to leave you, everyone leaves you, your real parents, me, all those girls, even that boy Puckerman. You think he's your friend? You think he cares about you?"

"He took me in when you kicked me out! He's my best friend!"

"You don't have any friends; he will leave just like everyone else has, in time."

Tears form in Santana's brown eyes the figure's hand winds back to slap her in the face with incredible strength, knocking the brunette to the floor.

"Look who just got up."

Santana turns her head from her position on the floor, watching as Brittany walks around them to get to the door. "Where are you going?" She pleads.

The blonde looks down at her with an unfamiliar expression. This Brittany looks nothing like the one sleeping in her bed minutes before. She sneers down at the woman on the floor, her eyes glowing a deep red, her facial features dark and twisted. "You think I would stay for any longer than I have too? If I had the chance I would have left the second I finished." She hisses, her voice dark and unfamiliar, sounding just like the other demonic like figure in the room.

"We made love! You felt different!"

Brittany's face contorts further in a look of disgust and anger. "Who could ever love a freak?"


Santana rockets into a sitting position in her bed sweat dripping off her forehead. The six words yelled at her by the demon like Brittany burned into her mind. The brunette holds her head in her hands. That's definitely not how that morning went.

"I'm not a freak." She mutters to herself over and over. "I'm not a freak, it wasn't real, it was just a dream -a nightmare- just a nightmare, the real Brittany wants me, she wants me right?"

She lies back down, her heart beating at full speed inside her chest. The Latina takes slow deep breaths trying to calm herself down. It wasn't real, it wasn't real.

The door to her bedroom opens slowly. This better not be another nightmare. Brittany peaks into the bedroom, looking at the figure lying under the covers before slipping into the room and closing the door quietly behind her, she then tiptoes slowly across the room towards the bed.

Santana props herself up on her elbows, startling the blonde girl at the foot of the bed. "Britt? What are you doing here?"

"I...I started feeling lonely so I thought I'd...Slip in next to you or something...I dunno, I was being stupid again...I'll just go." What the hell was I thinking, she's just going to push me away. Brittany turns around, walking towards the door.

Say something! Don't just let her walk away.

"Brittany."

She pauses, looking over her shoulder, watching Santana out of the corner of her eye.

"You're not stupid." Stay please. Don't leave.

"You really think so?" She blushes looking down at her feet. "Everyone always tells me that I am."

"Well they're all wrong."

Maybe she won't this time...But I don't want to risk feeling like that again. Blue eyes flicker back to where the brunette is seated in her bed. "I should go back now." She says in a soft tone, turning back to face the door, turning the handle to step out, the door shutting quietly behind her.

Get her back you asshole, don't let her leave!

"Wait!"Santana yells, scrambling up from her spot on the bed, the sheets tangling between her legs almost causing her to fall, she stumbles to her bedroom door wrenching it open to step into the hall, finding Brittany already half way down the dimly lit hall. "Britt, wait."

She turns around quickly, her hair flicking around her as she stares down the hall at Santana. "Yeah?" She answers softly, her gaze flickering to her feet once again.

"Uhm...I...Ahhhh..." Oh get your shit together, you want her to stay with you or not? "St-Stay." Her voice barely slips out of her mouth as a strangled whisper.

Brittany's eyes flicker up from the floor to look up at the woman standing a few feet from her. Brown eyes looking everywhere but the piercing blue eyes resting on her face. "What was that?" She takes a few shy steps forward.

"I...I want you to stay."

"I am staying." She tilts her head to the side slightly with confusion.

"I mean...I want you to stay, next to me tonight." And tomorrow night, and the night after that and the night after that... "..If you still want to that is.."

Santana looks up just in time to catch Brittany's nod, a deep blush spreading across her cheek as she draws closer. The brunette fights the urge to reach out and touch the warmth spreading under the pale skin and settles for Brittany's wrist instead, wrapping her hand around it to lead her into the bedroom, closing the door behind them. She lets go of Brittany, walking over to the bed to straighten out the tangled mess of sheets before slipping under them, her eyes look to the dancer standing at the foot of the bed. "Come closer."

Brittany walks around to the other side of the bed, lifting up the edge of the cover to slide in under the silky smooth sheets, so far away from Santana that her back is almost hanging over the edge of the large bed.

"Why are you lying so far away?" Santana asks.

"I...I just don't want to get too close to you if you're just going to push me away again." I just don't want to get hurt.

The brunette feels a sharp pain in her chest at Brittany's words as they hand in the empty air. "You...You're living here now, how is that pushing away?"

"I don't mean it like that. Today at my apartment we were having a moment, you were opening up, I let myself think you were going to stay open but you just closed up again, it felt like you were slamming a door in my face when you pulled away from me." A stray tear rolling down her cheek as her eyes begin to well up with tears "I just don't want to feel like that again."

No, no, no, please don't cry. "Please don't cry... I don't want to push you away I just...I'm not used to this, I'm not used to any of this. I'm not sure how to deal with all these feelings, feelings for you, and...And when it gets too much I just. I have some past issues that-"

"Will you tell me?" Brittany asks her hands wiping away the tears running down her cheeks.

"I don't think I'm ready...Not right now anyway."

The girl opposite her nods in response sniffling as she scoots away from the edge of the bed slightly, sniffling as she wipes her other cheek with the back of her hand.

"I'll try harder, I really will and someday I'll tell you. I don't know what this is, this feeling when you're around I feel so, so different."

"I feel it too." The blonde sniffles. "But I'm not trying to fight it."

"I promise I'll get better at...This, at whatever this is. All I'm sure of right now is that I.." Say it. Tell her.

"You..."

"I need you. I just need you and the thought of you being with someone else or someplace else...I can't stand it."

"Stay open."

"Huh?"

"Stay like this, stay open, keep telling me how you feel. This is the Santana I like, not the cold one. Be like this with me."

Santana nods, rolling on her side to face the other woman. "Will you come closer now?"

"Promise you wont pull away?"

"I promise."

Brittany shuffles closer slightly, her eyes flickering over to look at Santana before looking back up at the ceiling.

"Come closer."

When Brittany hesitates for a moment the brunette moves into the middle of the bed her arms reaching out to wrap around the dancers waist before rolling her onto her side and pulling her impossibly close, their noses an inch away from each other.

"Close enough for you?" Brittany asks with a small smile, throwing her hand over the brunette's side, to rest in on the small of her back.

Santana gently pushes the taller woman, lying her down on her back again, she props herself up on her elbow so that she is now looking down into blue eyes, the whites surrounding them slightly red from her tears. Her hand wandering over her flat stomach before settling into her side, slowly running her hand up and down Brittany's side while looking into her eyes. "Your eyes are all red." Santana states.

"My eyes do feel a little sore after I cry sometimes."

"Then I don't want to see you crying again."

"I don't think that's possible, when all the pregnancy hormones kick in I'll be a blubbering mess."

The brunette begins to run her hand over Brittany's stomach again, her palm moving in circular motions over her toned stomach, causing the woman beneath her to shudder lightly at the feeling, her eyes flickering shut. Santana then lowers her head to place soft kisses on the blonde's eyelids. "All better?"

"I think my nose hurts a little."

The brunette leans down again to press a light kiss to the tip of Brittany's nose. "Anywhere else?"

"My cheek."

Kiss.

"My forehead."

Kiss.

"My chin."

Kiss.

"My other cheek."

Kiss.

Brittany lets a beat pass before parting her lips slowly a soft whisper escaping from between them. "My lips."

Slowly Santana parts her own, leaning in gently to lock her lips around the blonde's bottom lip, enclosing it between hers for a few fleeting seconds before pulling an inch away, both their lips still parted, their warm breaths mingling between them as they both try to slow down their rapid heartbeats.

"Again." Brittany pleads.

The brunette locks their lips together again without hesitation, this time, pressing her lips around the blonde's top one. Santana sighs into Brittany's mouth when the tip of her tongue runs lightly across her own bottom lip. After a few seconds of this Santana pulls away gently, now resting her forehead down on Brittany's, blue eyes staring deep into brown.

"How many weeks are you now?" Santana asks absentmindedly, now fondling with the hem of her shirt that Brittany is wearing.

Brittany thinks for a few seconds, counting over the weeks. "Around nine."

"When are you going to start showing?"

"No idea, it's different for everyone but the average is around four months I think...Are you still going to like me when I'm all round and moody?"

Santana pictures Brittany in one of her other baggy pajama shirts, cradling her full stomach in her arms, the material stretching delicately over it, her pale skin glowing. Without thinking Santana answers: "You're carrying our baby, I'll lo-like you twice as much." Fuck did I just almost say...I don't feel like that for her...Not yet anyway..Do I?

"Really?"

"Really."

"Santana..."

"Yeah?"

"Does me living here, does this-" She wraps her other arm around Santana's waist pulling her in closer, showing her the point. "-mean you're going to be a part of my life after our baby's born?"

"Uhh..I...I don't think-"

"Tell me what you're thinking, stay open."

"I don't think I have a choice...Being away from you it's excruciating."

"And our baby? Does this commitment mean you're going to be part of our baby's life too?"

"I...Of course it does, its ours "

"I like this decision much better."

"Me too and besides, now that I have you here I don't think I'd be willing to let you go."

Brittany pulls Santana over her so that their fronts are pressed flush up against each other. "Never let me go." She whispers.

"Never." The brunette agrees, twirling a lock of blonde hair delicately between her fingers.

"San?"

"Yeah Britt?"

"My lips are a little sore again."


Sunlight streams through the open window, shining down onto the blonde sleeping lightly in the large bed. Her eyes flicker open at the feeling of the warmth on her face, turning over to find that she had woken alone, the sheets on the other side of the bed tossed back, ripples in the fabric where Santana had sat before standing up.

She's gone...She left...

Brittany sits up in the bed, her hair messy from sleep, she yaws, her eyes watering up slightly. She sighs sadly, her eyes no longer watery from the yawn, hoping that she would hear something, anything from outside the room to prove that Santana hadn't left. But she promised...

Suddenly a loud sharp sound echo's through the large penthouse, the sound of metal hitting the floor followed by a string of profanities. "Oh for fucks sake. One time. Just the one stupid fucking damn ass time I even try do something for someone else and..." The voice quietens until Brittany can't hear it any more a few seconds later Santana yells again.

"Maria get the hell up here, I need this mess cleaned up ASAP. Fucking hell, it means now!" She hears a loud slam and after a few beats of silence the brunette's voice travels through the apartment once more.

"Deliver pancakes, waffles with syrup, honey and sugar right away. Oh and orange juice. I want it squeezed from real fresh oranges, none of that carton crap you got it? And leave the pulp I think it has some sort of vitamins in it or something. And make sure there are no seeds. I swear to God if Bri- I mean if I choke then all the cook's in the building are fired. Understand? Good."

Brittany bites her bottom lip nervously. She sounds angry. So cute how she doesn't want me to choke though. She then throws the covers off her legs before swinging them over the side, her feet touching down on the cold wooden floors, she walks out of the room, and across the hall to walk into the main room. She finds Santana sitting with her back towards her on one of the black leather couches, staring out the large window she had shown Brittany on the night they had first met.

The blonde walks over to the couch standing to the side of the seated woman. "The view is just as beautiful in the day time."

Santana turns her head to face the woman standing beside her, she reaches out, her hands finding purchase on the dancers waist, she pulls her down onto her lap sideways, her long legs resting atop the couch cushions. "I'd rather look at you." She mumbles, placing a soft kiss on her flushed cheek. How can someone look this beautiful in the morning?

Brittany, throws her arm over one of the brunette's shoulders, twisting her dark hair between her pale fingertips. "I didn't say my cheek was sore." She giggles, ducking her head downwards to hide her face through a curtain of blonde hair, her cheeks now a deep crimson.

"Well it was going red so I thought I'd do it anyway, you know, just in case." Santana replies with a wink, the hand not wrapped around Brittany's waist brushing back her hair. "Hmm maybe 'was' isn't the right word for that..." She adds with a sly grin.

"My lips are red too you know..."

"Nuh-uh Pierce, you aren't going to trick me into kissing you that easy." Why the fuck did I say that. I could have kissed her!

"I don't have to trick you, I know you want to kiss me."

"Well I'd be lying if I said I didn't."

Santana tilts her head upwards slightly as Brittany leans hers down, their lips an inch apart. A soft ring sounds through the apartment a voice calling through the door. "Miss Lopez, the pancakes and waffles you have requested have arrived."

The dancer begins to pull away but a tanned hand comes down to rest at the back of her neck, keeping her from moving away. "It can wait."

Without wasting another moment the two lean towards one another, heads tilted. Sighing in relief when their lips touch.


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