Chapter 5: Living, Breathing, Deceiving Part 2
"Brittany?" I asked.
I didn't know where I was. The room was all white, but the lights were off and I was sitting on a bed with lots of pillows and a fluffy comforter. I looked around and realized I was naked. What the fuck was going on?
"San?"
Brittany was standing, naked, in corner of the room. She walked over and crawled onto the bed and then on top of me.
"What's going on? Where are we?"
"Shhh! San you wanted this, let me do it."
"Brittany what the hell are you talking about?"
She didn't answer but snaked her arm between our bodies and cupped my sex. She pressed her fingers tight to me, teasing me, pressing in but not all the way. My breath came in pants. She pressed her lips to my boob and kissed my nipples.
"Brittannny."
It was a groan and it tumbled passed my lips before it registered in my head. I was so wet. And she was teasing me. Fuck! Uh, her palm was pressing against my clit.
My nipples were so hard they hurt. She was pinching one and sucking on the other. I started moaning. I couldn't keep it in, she made me feel so good. She pressed the flat of her tongue to the valley between my boobs and licked her way to my belly button. She slurped around it and continued her path down. Goose bumps were popping up all over my skin.
Her fingers were working me over slowly. She pinched one of my nipples and I squeaked. Brittany giggled against my clit. I moaned. I was throbbing in her hand, my hands threading through my own hair. Then I could feel the wetness of her mouth on me; sucking, hard, on my nerves. It was literally making me flood with warm as my stomach dropped. While she sucked on my clit, her tongue probing, she slipped three fingers inside me. That by itself made me catch my breath.
I was gasping and moaning and trying hard to meet with her thrusts. Trying so hard.
"Stop moving," she whispered. Her voice dripped with lust and sex.
"Stop moving, San."
My eyes fluttered open. My heart was pounding and my stomach throbbing with want.
Shit, another fucking dream. A good fucking dream. I needed to get over all this shit and get back in Brittany's pants.
Suddenly I was being rolled over. Brittany looked down at me and her eyes were red rimmed. Had she been crying again?
"Why do you keep moving?" she asked softly and then rubbed her eyes with the back of her pale hand.
"Sorry I had a weird dream," I said.
She nodded and flopped back down, wrapping an arm around me and pulling the sleeping bag up to her chin.
"Now you think it's cold..." I mumbled trying to get her to smile.
She just nodded her head and pressed her nose to my arm.
I looked around, trying to find Puck. It looked like he was still asleep, going by the lump in his sleeping bag. I didn't know what time it was but the sun wasn't up yet. It was almost coming up though. Like the sky was gray because the sun was right below the horizon, kind of thing. I took a deep breath and decided. I decided to talk to Brittany about all these issues and repressed feelings and wants and fears. I needed to get it off my chest. I needed to be able to touch her without thinking so much about it.
"Brittany?" I whispered.
She mumbled, incoherent, against my coat.
"Britt, wake up. I want to talk."
I was trying to be quiet. I didn't want Puck to hear any of this.
"What?" she asked softly, turning her face.
I shimmed under the sleeping bag more, facing her, and gripped her hands with mine. It was freezing, but the heat in the bag and heat from her body was keeping me from shivering. I brought our joined hands to my mouth and blew on them, trying hard to keep her warm and show something more at the same time. She watched me with her blue eyes. They were bright and awake. Keeping track of my every movement and shifting ever so slightly when I pulled back to breath deeply before continuing to blow out hot air.
With the gray light of the morning I could see how blue her eyes really were. They were like sapphires; twinkling and enhanced with light. Closer to her pupil the blue was lighter, almost gray. And then as it moved out it got darker, but brighter. It gave her this air of innocence, especially with her blonde hair. She still looked so much like the child from high school. But this was an 'adult' (ugh air quotes) talk.
I pressed my lips to her knuckles, watching her as I did. Her mouth stayed in a line but her eyes seemed to brighten a little. I would take what I could get.
"I want to talk about everything."
I said it sternly. Almost to the point of being curt. She nodded and I could feel her fingers curling into fists.
"Okay."
She said it softly. I took another deep breath and squeezed her hands. My mind was a mess of what I wanted to voice and my throat felt tight.
"Like, I'm sorry..."
"You already said that. At the reunion."
"Yeah, but I'm sorry for other things too. I'm sorry about that, but for not calling you in three years and having this zombie thing happen."
"You couldn't stop the zombies," Brittany sighed.
I couldn't, but I wanted to. I would do anything for her.
"I know. I want to though. This sucks. And I'm sorry for hurting you with like trying to steal you...It's just that I want to live and I can't without you B, I just can't. I thought if I could get a better chance at it then I needed to bring you with me. Whether you wanted to or not."
My eyes were stinging. The tears were starting up. Damn it, Lopez.
"It's okay. I wish you would talk to me about it."
I nodded, breaking our handhold to wipe my eyes. The tears were starting to well up and over my eyelids. I was a mess. An emotional mess. My voice was starting to get thick, words coming out throatily. Brittany tucked her bangs behind her ear, the motion doing things to my stomach. I was still bothered from that dream. Fuck me.
"No. I feel like I'm stuck back in high school, and you're just this adult. When did that happen?"
I was whispering heatedly. It hurt my throat but I was not going to let Puckerman hear any of this.
"When did you grow up and why wasn't I there? I feel like a stupid teenager still. You're so grown up and I'm not. I want to be with you again but I don't want to feel like this. I feel like I'm dragging you down."
I watched Brittany scoot closer, one arm wrapping around my back, the other brushing my tears away. When her fingers touched my cheek it burned. A good burn, familiar and easy. It also shot right to my stomach making me groan. She smiled at me, like really smiled.
"Santana, I'm not an adult," she started softly. "Well, I am legally, I think, but I still do kid things. I still love ducks and sing and I dance all the time. I don't get why you can go to school for dance if it's such a kid thing to do. But you're not a kid."
I smiled and ran a hand through my hair. I was sure I was blushing.
"You have boobs. Little girls don't have boobs. You're definitely an adult. And you go to school for adult things, not dance. I want to be with you too, but I think you need to stop thinking so hard about everything. It'll give you wrinkles. Please stop thinking so much. When I think too much it hurts my head."
I laughed and nodded. Brittany was filling me up with all these good feelings. I thought I was going to start overflowing with...rainbows and shit. Maybe even ducks.
"Yeah," I whispered nodding.
"Yeah?"
"Okay. No more thinking."
Brittany smiled and pulled me closer, so our bodies were almost flush.
"I love you, San," she whispered in my ear. I was going to pass out if she kept talking to me like she was. It was so good. Almost too good. But that was Brittany. She was so much better than everybody else. I wanted to kiss her and squeeze her hard and cry with her.
"And I want to be with you," she continued. "Promise me you'll be with me after all this?"
"Uh huh, Britt," I managed through my tears. "I promise."
Me and Brittany talked days ago. Puck was making us move fast. We had walked through the woods for days, trying to keep to it. We were moving north, following some map Puck had grabbed at Walmart. Columbus Ohio was far away, or so I thought. I had no concept of distance. Especially in a fucking forest.
But every day was easier now that Brittany and I were back together. Even if we hadn't kissed yet. It didn't matter as long as I could hold her hand and touch her and talk. She was still sad that we left everyone behind but she didn't blame me and Puck for it. They didn't want to come with us. It was their own fault.
Brittany was still grieving, I think, too. She didn't eat that much, only nibbling on the food. She drank lots of water though. Like, maybe gallons? She guzzled down bottle after bottle. Our water was running short. We were trying to find a creek that was on Puck's map. On top of finding the creek we had to hope it wasn't frozen. The nights were getting colder and colder. Puck said it looked like snow tonight. Snow. I couldn't stand Brittany shivering on top of me. It drove me crazy. I just wanted to have sex with her already! Fuck. I haven't had sex in years. That doesn't mean I didn't help myself out a little, but never with another person. I couldn't do that to myself, to Brittany.
And as for zombies? We'd been avoiding them mostly. One night we could hear them groaning and Puck woke up in a frenzy, whispering (screaming) at us to get up and move. It was weird because I could smell them. It was like old milk, nasty and sour, but what I imagined a decaying body to smell like too. Just gross.
"Do you hear that?" Puck stopped dead in his tracks and looked around.
"Zombies?" Brittany asked, her voice holding an air of panic.
I gripped her hand tighter and tried to see what Puckerman was looking at. If there were more zombies I thought I would throw up.
"No, water. I hear water."
"Really?" I yelped.
We were on our last canteen. Our last canteen out of like fifteen Puck had packed.
"Yeah! Fuck I knew it. I told you I could read a damn map Lopez!" Puck screeched as he took off jogging toward the noise.
"Shut it Puckerman!" I yelled happily. "Just be happy you found it!"
"San, let's go!" Brittany smiled big and tugged my hand, following after Puck.
"Okay, okay!" I nodded and ran with her, happy with how our fingers stayed threaded. How cliché is it that all I could think about is ying and yang when I saw our fingers like that? One couldn't survive without the other and that's how it felt. We complimented each other in every way and being without Brittany for three long years was the worst time of my life.
"Snow!" Brittany said, looking up in amazement at the clouded sky. It was coming down in fat, heavy flakes. It was coming down fast too, sticking on anything it touched. If we were back at home I would be thinking about how it was good snow. Or what Brittany called good snow. Perfect for packing into snowmen or snowballs. Perfect for sledding once it was all pressed down. Not perfect for camping in. Not perfect for lying out in a sleeping bag in.
"If we don't start a fire Puck, I swear to god I'm chopping your balls off with that crowbar of yours," I said eying the piece of metal resting against a tree.
"Yeah, yeah, okay," he said as he stood up. "I'll grab some fire wood and we can build a fire. But if any zombies come I'm never doing this again."
"Can we make a snow zombie?" Brittany asked.
Me and Puck turned to her and she looked to us with a happy expression. Like it was completely normal to play fun at zombies when they were trying to kill us.
"What?" she asked when she saw our faces.
I rolled my eyes and nodded. "Anything you want B. I hope it stops before there's enough to do that though. I don't want you to lose your toes tonight!"
Puck scoffed and started walking away from the creek, looking for wood.
"Hey you two!" he called all of a sudden. "Just because there's a fire tonight it does not mean you get to get off my fire light!" I didn't need to see the smirk on his face to hear it in his voice.
"Maybe you should take extra long with that fire wood then!" I shouted back, rolling my eyes.
When Puck did come back with the fire wood the snow was coming down harder. Thank god Puck was in the guard because he got that fire lite like it was his fucking job. We even tried heating up cans of food once Puck pried the tops off with his Swiss army knife. Can opener included. Brittany sucked down a water bottle. It didn't matter anymore because the creek wasn't frozen yet and Puck had iodine or something in his bag. He said he it purified water, and he had been right about everything else so far.
"Brittany aren't you going to eat?" I asked as I stopped inhaling my own food.
It was dark, minus the light from the fire. The snow was coming down fast. We all had our hoods up. Brittany was holding her can of chicken soup but wasn't eating it. Puck had already scarfed his can down and was working on his third of our dessert, a can of clementines.
"I'm not that hungry," she said and put the can down by her shoes.
"Eat Britt," Puck said. "It's cold and you don't eat enough for how much we've been walking."
"You barely ate lunch or breakfast," I said scooting closer to her. "Please just eat that."
She eyed the can but didn't make a move for it.
"I passed out once in training cause I wasn't drinking enough water or eating enough," Puck said.
"You not eating enough?" I scoffed.
He nodded and pointed at Brittany.
"If you pass out because you're not eating we don't wanna have to carry your ass all around. Just eat it. And don't think about giving it to Lopez. If she eats anymore then both of us won't be able to carry her if she passes out."
He smirked and plopped another clementine into his mouth.
He thought he was being funny. It wasn't.
"Not like we could carry you now with all the food you eat, Puckerman," I growled, smirking back at him.
I heard Brittany giggle at our argument and that was all it took. She started eating the can. It made me swell with hope that she was slowly getting over her grieving. We didn't talk about her parents' deaths, but I felt like it was too soon.
Over the crackled of the fire we talked about stupid stuff. Stuff like what the clementine wedges looked like or how many colors of fire we'd ever seen. We talked about making snow angels and shaving Puck's head if we ever found a razor. It was light talk and lasted until I started yawning and Brittany was having a hard time keeping her eyes open and Puck's eyes were closed.
"Bed time," Brittany yawned, drawing the letters out.
"Hmph," Puck grunted in approval.
"What about the fire?" I asked as I pulled the double sleeping bag out of my pack.
"I'll throw the rest of the wood on it and hope it stays going," Puck said. He tossed the wood on top, making the flames attack it. It jumped a foot or two in the air, lapping at the oxygen around it and dancing with the snowflakes.
"Night Puck," Brittany said, dragging me down with her onto the sleeping bag.
"Night, make sure you get naked and keep each other warm!"
The fucking smirk on his face when he said it. That fucking smirk. I wanted to punch it off his lips. He was such a perv.
But it was cold.
"Goodnight Santana," Brittany whispered as she zipped the bag up.
"Night Britts," I mumbled, pulling her body into mine.
She pressed her nose to the juncture of my neck and shoulder and laughed when I nearly jumped out of my skin. She smelled salty, not that I smelled any better, and like fire. We all needed showers. I was willing to sell my soul I was so happy when Puck was waving around toothbrushes and toothpaste. Brittany tangled her legs with mine and sighed into me, her warm breath burning against my cold skin.
"You're so warm," she murmured.
"You're so cold," I whispered back, burying my face in her hair, after pushing her hood off.
She nodded and that's when the shivering started. It must have been because the snow hit her face or ear or something because she was shaking so hard. Her teeth were chattering like she was being paid to do it. I quickly flung her hood back on and shimmed up further into the sleeping bag.
"It's s-so c-cold!" she hissed as she flung her body almost completely on top of mine.
I was shaking now too. I blew out on her eyes lids. I wished so hard that she would warm up. Not only was it hard to feel her shake so bad, it was turning me on. She was practically convulsing and I was getting horny! What the fuck was my problem? I couldn't think too hard about it though because my mind was a fog. I was so tired. So tired!
"I know..." I yawned, pulling her tighter against me. I closed my eyes and sighed trying hard to stop her shivering.
Puck decided we should stay near the creek for a little while. The snow had mostly melted from the night before and Puck wanted to rest before we started running again.
Brittany was still lying up against the tree in the double sleeping bag. There was still a little bit of snow on the ground from last night. That had been awful...one, because Britt was shivering so hard against me I couldn't fall asleep, two, she was all over me last night in that damn sleeping bag. She kept turning me on. I wanted her so badly it almost hurt.
The creamy skin of her face had a little dirt smudged on it. Probably because we've been out here for a week and a half now. I assumed my face didn't look any better.
"Hey Britt," I said softly. I walked over to her, unzipping my coat a little. Puck had said—and wouldn't stop saying- that if we shared our body heat we would get warmer faster. I was in fucking love with Puck because he kept saying it. 'Faster too if you're naked' he added later smirking.
"Hi," she whispered clutching her hands together. She closed her eyes too and started puffing hot air onto her hands. I wanted to warm her up with my breath, my mouth, my tongue. Any reason to touch her I would take. I slumped down next to her, back against tree, curling inside the sleeping bag with her.
"Puck went back to the creek to get water...thank god he has that iodine," I chuckled.
Brittany nodded, but didn't open her eyes to acknowledge me. I sighed.
I was so close to her I could see the light dusting of freckles across the pale skin of her nose and cheek bones. The tips of her ears were bright red from the cold air. I couldn't help it as my hands roamed over her clothed stomach. Her lips picked up at the corners the slightest bit as my hands moved up her chest. The water proof shell of her coat didn't allow me to feel anything. Nothing besides a slight rise where her boobs should be.
I fingered the metal zipper of her coat and pulled it down agonizingly slow. I heard her breath at my ear and with my free hand brushed the blonde bangs out of her eyes, behind her ear. The skin there was burning; making shocks filter through my fingers. Maybe her ears were red for another reason.
"Santana," she said for the first time, making my stomach do somersaults. I pressed my palm flat into her stomach, now only covered by a sweater and a few thin layers. I waited for her to continue, to say that this couldn't happen right now, but after my halted motions she opened her eyes.
The blue of them was dark, flecked with even darker specks. Lust. It was like looking into a night time country sky (not that I'd been to the country to see it). I could see the want in them too. She was going to let me do this, she wanted me to do it. We could fix this, pretend that stupid thing on graduation day never happened. I hoped Puck would take a while filling the canteens and water bottles!
I just needed twenty minutes, ten maybe if I hurried.
Quickly, I pushed her arms out of the jacket and flung it to the side. Her eyes were hooded at that point and I couldn't lose our starring contest. That was until she started to worry her bottom lip and I felt a heat pool between my legs. My stomach dropped a little too and I shoved my hand under the layers she was wearing, dragging my nails along her skin.
I carefully shifted so I was sitting up higher than her and reached one hand around the back of her neck. I pinched at the baby hairs there before placing my lips, hesitantly at her ear. It was burning hot. Definitelynot the cold.
"Can we...do this?" I whispered, my voice smaller than I wanted. Fuck Lopez...
"Yes," she whispered her voice breathy, and unzipped my jacket, carefully pulling my arms from the sleeves.
I smiled against her skin as I placed a kiss to her cheek and then down her jaw line.
I couldn't set a pace, there was no beat to my actions or her reactions. I pressed frantic kisses down her neck and then stopped at her pulse point. I touched the tip of my tongue to it and she shivered. It encouraged me and I latched on sucking softly. The blood pulsing beneath the skin there speeding up as I did. My stomach tightened when she groaned and I started to squeeze her neck with my fingers.
We had, like, no time though. I sat up retracting my hands and mouth from her body.
Her eyes widened (in shock? Protest?) and her pupils dilated. My fingers curled around the hem of her sweater and slipped it off, leaving her in a long sleeve Tee and a tank top. The Tee was off next and then her only remaining shirt was shoved up to her boobs. She watched me, burning holes into my skin with her hot stare, and ran her nails down my arms as I settled myself in between her legs.
"What if Puck comes back?" she whispered against my neck.
I was already tugging her body to mine and peppering her shoulder with kisses.
"Fuck him..." I murmured against her sweet skin, liking the taste I hadn't felt on my tongue for over three years.
"He'll come back...soon..."
She whimpered as I sucked the underside of her jaw.
"Don't care. He'll find something else to do," I said between open-mouthed kisses.
My arms were wrapped around her stomach, pinching, tweaking, and squeezing creamy white skin. Skin that hadn't changed in three years, only gotten softer, smoother. I ground my hips against her and smiled at her mewing.
Her breath was hot and heavy against my forehead and shoulder as I found a rhythm and rocked our cores together. I dragged my lips down her collar bone and nibbled the flesh that was starting to peak with sweat.
Brittany's hands gripped my back and neck.
The feeling of her skin sent mine aflame. Burning hot and I wanted her now. I wanted to make her feel how much I missed her, feel it from my fingers but see it and know it from my eyes. I shifted down her legs more and pressed a kiss to her stomach. I unzipped the zipper and unbuttoned the button of her pants.
She moved her hips so I could pull her pants and underwear down, only to her knees. Then my hand was cupping her sex and my breath was gone. My lungs punctured and brain numbed. Her eyes were hesitant and her lip tucked between her teeth.
I couldn't help the smile that tugged at my lips. The blush that wanted to creep onto my cheeks, I felt it already, flashing in heat. I leaned forward and kissed her neck again before playing with her sex. Fingers looked for places that always broke her.
"Grhhmm," Brittany moaned softly.
Breathy pants followed the first noise she made, signaling to me that I was doing a good job, I hadn't forgotten any spots.
"San..."
I pushed into her, my hand cramping at the angle.
"Santana-"
I covered her mouth with mine, still working her over in the palm of my hand.
Fingers gripped my cheeks and pushed me away.
"What?" I whined breathless.
Her blue eyes were big and considerably lighter in shade. The color drained from her face making her complex even paler.
"Nice show," someone grunted from behind us.
My brow creased, what the hell was Puck doing? Brittany's hands ran down the length of my arm and eased my fingers away, before gripping my other hand (the one not currently in her crouch) tightly.
"Fuck off Puck!" I hissed.
"It's not Puck," Brittany whispered impossibly quiet.
Not Puck?
"Who the hell-"
Brittany's eyes grew and I saw terror all over her face. I lifted off her stomach and quickly pulled her pants up while she started pulling on her layers. The arousal was shocked out of me. I hadn't even looked to see who was behind us, but from the look on Brittany's face I didn't need to. I was too shocked to function much more than kneel in front of her while she layered up and then threw my coat at me.
"Don't stop because we're here!" Another voice shouted, closer this time.
I thought my heart stopped.
"Santana," Brittany whimpered, scooting over to me in her jacket now. She grabbed my arm and buried her nose in my shoulder. "They're scary..." she breathed.
"It's okay Britt..." I whispered pulling on my coat (Brittany leaving my side for that instant).
It was three guys standing ten feet from us. All covered in big puffy jackets with rips in the arms, yellow stuffing spilling out. They also wore cargo pants and dirty work boots. They all looked scruffy too, unshaven and yellowing teeth. One of them, in the back, was smoking a cigarette.
"What the fuck do you want?" I shouted, angry and hoping my fear didn't show through, not
even to Brittany.
"Feisty," the one with the cigarette growled. "Blondie looks funner."
My stomach clenched and I felt Brittany hide her head in my shoulder.
"You're not finding out," I snapped.
His eyebrows cocked and he walked the ten feet separating us.
"Get up," he said, and puffed on his cigarette.
The smoke swirled down to my face and invaded my mouth and nose. Brittany choked out a gasp as she smelled it. She hated it when I tried smoking for a few weeks. The smell drove her crazy. Her grip tightened around my arm and jacket, effectively pulling me flush to her chest.
"No," I told him hoping my voice was stronger than I felt.
His mouth gaped and he turned around to the others for a minute.
"She said 'no'!" he cried sarcastically, making the rest of his gang laugh.
"Then blondie can get up," he hissed, spit and smoke crashing into my face. "I could hear her moaning for more ten yards back. She needs to be filled."
The skin on my neck was heated from Brittany's face flushing against it. My hands were shaking so hard; I thought it was physically impossible for my muscles to strain any harder. I wanted to smash my fists into his rotting teeth. Stab his goddamn cigarette into his eyes and burn them.
They could say or do anything to me, anything, but not to Brittany. If one of his fucking eyelashes got blown by the wind in her direction I would snap his neck. Brittany's grip on my arm tightened and her free arm snaked around my waist. She whimpered and I could feel the tears stinging the backs of my eyes.
"Go to hell," I said and spat at him.
The wad hit him right on the nose with a good smack of slime against skin.
His gray eyes widened and he growled.
Shit, that was the stupid... My heart beat pounded. Attacking my rib cage like it was a punching bag. I was taking insane breaths, filling my lungs until I felt dizzy from so much oxygen. Brittany couldn't survive that, and I...can. Whatever they would throw at me I could take. I was stronger than her, mentally, though she was physically in better shape.
"Come on Rodger, get some or leave it!" A guy yelled from behind him.
Leave. Leave. Leave, leave, leave, leave...
Rodger's cigarette fell from his mouth and he wiped my spit off his nose.
"You little bitch!" he yelled and lunged at me.
The wind was knocked out of me, leaving me gasping in a heap below him. I had managed to shove Brittany away when he lunged at me. I tried to claw at his eyes but he pushed my face into the dirt making my arms go awry.
"SANTANA!"
Brittany was screaming.
"Fuck off blondie," Rodger was saying as he grabbed Brittany's wrist.
She was trying to hit him. For me.
"Don't talk to her, don't touch her," I growled.
The dirt and grime from the ground was getting into my mouth. A fucking pebble or something was digging into my temple.
Rodger stood up and I rolled over and kicked him in the balls. He yelled and fell over onto his ass. Brittany was on the sleeping bag again, her hands blocking her face. He was going to fucking hit her!
"Britt it's okay," I said and crawled over next to her.
"San there's still guys over there," she whimpered and pointed in their direction.
"Fuck them, I need to beat the shit of this one."
Her eyes widened and her mouth parted.
"No you don't!" she hissed. The innocent blue of her eyes made me want to believe it.
But Rodger was going to rape one of us, and if I hurt him it was more likely gonna be me. I would not let him touch her again.
"San..." she mumbles against my neck.
I'm crying and I can't stop. It's not because I love her so much, but I do, it's because life is so fucking unfair. I cry because I can't be myself around my family or at school, not in the locker rooms, especially not in public.
Brittany is my giant pillow. I'm sprawled across her body and she's holding me.
"I don't like it when you cry," she whispers and pulls me closer.
"Sorry," I grumble, my voice is rough.
I sit up and roll off her so I'm smooshed in between her and the back of the couch. I wipe at my eyes with the heels of my hands as she runs her fingers down my arm.
"No I'm sorry," she says.
"Why?" I laugh. "You didn't do anything."
"Sorry they don't love you like I do."
I roll my eyes and tug her hand around my stomach.
"I'm glad they don't love me like you do," I laugh again mostly just to make her happy, make it seem like I'm over my crying spree.
She sits up and frowns. "No I'm sorry they don't love you like I do. Like, they don't accept you San. I'm sorry."
What she says claws deep into my chest and has another wave of fucking tears running down my face. I wipe at them again until they're gone.
"It's okay..." It's totally not. "It's not you're fault..." Nope. "I just want to be with you Brittany." Duh.
She wraps herself around me tighter and nuzzles into my shoulder.
"I just want to be with you too Santana."
I sigh and curl into her hug.
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