Hey :) this chapter has a little throwback to when Brittany and Santana were teenagers, hope you enjoy :D
"What was the happiest ever day in your life San?" Santana, confused by the sudden question, pretends to still be asleep because she's too tired to bother coming up with an answer. "I know you're awake silly," Brittany presses, lightly prodding her. "I'm not leaving you alone until you tell me."
"Good morning to you too." Santana laughs, stretching and giving Brittany a good morning kiss. "Probably the day I lost my virginity." Brittany raises her eyebrows disbelievingly.
"Really? Because I was there and it kind of sucked a bit. I mean, it took us forever to get each others bra's off and we were both so scared of doing something wrong that we hardly did anything."
"I know." Santana laughs, starting to wake up at the memory. "But that's what made it so special. It was just us being us and there was no pretending about it. Two inexperienced teenage girls making a total mess of their first times but not caring because we loved each other and felt safe. I'd choose that over having great sex with someone who didn't care about me." Brittany nods in agreement.
"But once we got good at sex we made up for it." The blonde smiles, contentedly.
"And we're still making up for it now." Santana chuckles. She gets out of bed and follows Brittany downstairs to start making breakfast. "What was the happiest day of your life?" Brittany answers without hesitation.
"Do you remember that day when I was playing scrabble with Lord Tubbington and then I heard a knock at the door and it was you and you were really out of breath because you'd just ran over?"
"Could you be a bit more specific?" Santana requests, she had to run round to Brittany's house on more than one occasion.
"It was raining and there was thunder and lightening and I was angry at you because you always tell me not to go out in a storm but you had run all the way from your aunt's house because you were staying at hers for the weekend whilst your parents were away." Santana is always shocked by the amount of information Brittany can store in her brain.
"I remember." She says, softly. "I ran three miles in torrential rain because I didn't want to wait half an hour for my Uncle to get back with the car."
"My Mom pretended to be mad at you but she couldn't keep it up because she was so happy you didn't get hit by lightening." Brittany and Santana lived in each others house practically from birth so each was (and still is) very close with the others parents.
"And my aunt went ape-shit at me the next day." The details of that night all come rushing back to Santana and she can't help smiling at the memory.
"And then I asked why you risked getting electrocuted just to come and see me and you said there was something you needed to tell me, something that absolutely couldn't wait. And you said that you didn't want to be with anyone in the world except me, and that you wanted to be the only one for you..."
"...and that I'd love you forever if you gave me the chance." Santana thinks back to being seventeen years old and scared that Brittany might not want her, and can't believe how stupid it was.
"And then I said that of course I'd love you forever and that you didn't even have to ask. And then we agreed that we could keep having sexy time with each other but not have it with anyone else and then we had super-hot sex."
"It was super-hot wasn't it?" Santana recalls. "Then again, our sex is always super hot." She finishes up the eggs and bacon she threw together and slides it onto a plate that she places in front of Brittany. "Let it cool." She reminds her, just like she does every time she gives Brittany something hot to eat or drink. The blonde has burned herself so many times that now it's a matter of habit that she couldn't break if she tried.
"Did I ever tell you why that happened though?" Santana inquires, knowing that she hasn't. Brittany shakes her head and urges Santana to continue. So Santana sits down opposite her, sipping her coffee, and begins the story...
Nine years earlier
Santana closes the front door, glad she managed to get home before the storm struck. Few people know how terrified she is of storms after a bad experience with one on a boat when she was five.
"Oh good, you're home." Her aunt is in the kitchen, cooking something that smells amazing. "I was about to tell you to stay put and wait out the storm that's coming, but it doesn't matter. Could you set the table. How was Sarah's?"
"Good." Santana lies, setting the table as quickly as she can so her aunt doesn't notice that the dishonesty is showing in her face-she doesn't even have a friend called Sarah. "We didn't really do much to be honest." She tries to find an excuse to leave the room. "Is Celia in?" Her cousin is visiting home for the week, which is one of the reasons she was so eager to come and stay here.
"Sure honey, in the living room." Santana finishes setting the table and goes to see Celia. Her elder cousin looks up from the T.V. when she sees her.
"Where were you?" She asks.
"Puck's." Santana admits, knowing Celia won't tell her mother. Even though she's a responsible adult, there's a special, sisterly bond between the two cousins.
"Doing what?" Celia raises a suggestive eyebrow. "Or do I not want to know?"
"You don't want to know." Santana laughs. "But I guess you know now."
"Guess I do." Celia answers, her voice cold and her face unsmiling. "Come here will you?" Confused but intrigued, Santana sits down on the couch. "Bit closer." She shuffles closer to her cousin, starting to become wary. And then Celia slaps her. Hard.
"Ouch." Brittany winces, interrupting the story. "I've seen Celia slap people and it looks like it hurts." When she says people, she really means Liam.
"It did." Santana laughs. "But not as much as what she said."
"What did she say?"
"Calm down and I'll tell you."
"What the fuck Celia?" The only thing stopping Santana from a physical fight with her cousin is the fact that she knows she'll lose.
"That was for Brittany, because we both know she's far too sweet to ever do it herself." Santana isn't sure if it's the intense pain or what Celia said, but she feels tears starting to threaten. Celia notices too.
"Don't cry, you know you deserve it."
"It's an open relationship C," Santana snarls "That means you can sleep with other people, no hard feelings."
"No hard feelings?" Celia repeats, this time punching Santana in the arm.
"Ow. Stop hitting me." Santana clenches her fists but doesn't do anything. "Yes, no hard feelings."
"You think I don't know you San. You think I don't watch you and Brittany? I know you better than you know yourself, you get jealous when Brittany so much as hugs someone else."
"No I don't." Santana protests, lying through her teeth.
"Yes you do. Does Brittany sleep with other people?"
"No...not anymore."
"But she used to?" Santana shifts uncomfortably.
"A bit I guess..."
"And how did that make you feel?"
"I didn't..." Santana starts, but she knows that's one lie she'll never be able to go through with so she tells the truth. "Awful, it was the worst feeling in the world."
"So even though you know how horrible it is you still think it's okay to do that to Brittany? Some friend you are." Celia expects her cousin to try and justify it more, but she doesn't.
"I know." Santana admits, her voice breaking.
"No Santana," Celia scowls at her. "You don't get to cry, you've been fucking around with other people. I'm sure you've had fun, but it's time to stop now." Santana doesn't answer.
"You love Brittany?" Santana nods without hesitation. "And she loves you. But love isn't enough by itself. You're going to lose her you know?" The cheerleader understands what her cousin is saying-she can lose having casual sex with Puckerman, but the thought of losing Brittany makes her choke.
"What do I do?" Celia knows she's being harsh, but there's no other way to get through to Santana sometimes.
"I know playing around makes you feel grown up." She sighs. "But you're a little girl who doesn't know what she's getting into, and I'm doing this to help you. You say you love Brittany? Prove it." Santana bites her lip and holds tears back.
"I've got to go." She makes for the front door when her aunt notices her.
"Hey, where do you think you're going? Dinner's going to be ready in two minutes."
"I have to go to Brittany's."
"Well you can go tomorrow, it's late and the weather's terrible."
"I have to go now." Her aunt looks more than a little bit annoyed at her talking back so she tries a different tactic, assuming that fear of the thunder and lightening is what's making her niece act out.
"Alright, well when your uncle gets back I'll ask him to drive you there, okay?"
"When's he getting back?"
"Should be about half an hour."
"That's too long." Santana shouts. "I have to talk to Brittany."
"Well call her then honey."
"No, I have to go see her."
"Well you can't." Her aunt shrugs.
"Watch me." Santana says, wrenching the door open. Wind whips through the house accompanied by showers of rain. Sophia has to yell to make herself heard over the wind.
"Close the door right now Santana."
"I'm going to Brittany's and you can't stop me." Celia has exited the living room to see the disturbance is and she shakes her head at Santana.
"San, calm down okay?"
"No!" Santana takes another step towards the door, hardly feeling the the cold wind whipping against her face. "I'm going to lose her Celia, you said so yourself."
"God Santana, you're not going to lose her right this second are you?"
"I'm not taking the risk."
"Young lady, if you walk out that door you're going to be in a world of trouble tomorrow."
"I wish I could tell you I cared, but I don't." Santana runs out the door and slams it behind her. Both the women stare at it until Celia breaks the silence.
"Good on you kid."
Santana's bravery diminishes the second she stares up at the sky and sees the lightening flashing across it. Her brain is screaming at her to turn around and go back inside before she gets killed, but she knows she can't. Brittany's worth more to her than that.
She shields her eyes with her arm and starts running in the direction of Brittany's house, wishing she was going from her own which was just down the road from the Pearce residence.
Only three miles to go.
"Santana Lopez, you silly girl." Mrs Pearce can't help smiling despite trying her best to be stern. "I don't know what goes through your head sometimes." Santana smiles sheepishly at her, huddled in the blanket that Brittany fetched for her, her teeth chattering like crazy.
"Mom, don't be mad at her." Brittany urges. "She just ran through a storm to come see me, and you know how scared she is of storms."
"I'm not scared." Santana pipes up, gratefully accepting the mug of hot chocolate that Mrs Pearce hands her. "I just don't like them."
"Sure thing honey." Mrs Pearce laughs. "And although it was incredibly sweet, it was also incredibly dangerous, I hope you realise that."
"I do." Santana nods. "But I'd do it all over again."
"You girls." Mrs Pearce shakes her head. "Well I won't go too hard on you because I just got off the phone with your aunt and I think she's going to do enough yelling for both of us." Santana bites her lip, knowing how mad her aunt is going to be. "But I persuaded her to let you stay here tonight, so maybe by tomorrow she'll have cooled off a bit."
"Thanks, you're the best."
"I know I am." Mrs Pearce laughs, kissing both girls goodnight. "Night night sweethearts." Brittany turns the T.V. on and cuddles up to Santana, not caring that she's dripping wet.
"Do you think your aunt's going to tell your Mom?"
"Probably." Santana shrugs, not caring who her aunt tells right now.
"She's gonna hit you so hard."
"I know." Santana shrugs again, still not caring. Her Mum isn't abusive by any standards, but she knows how to deal with her daughter when she causes trouble.
"You shouldn't have got into all that trouble just for me."
"Britt, I'd get into all the trouble in the world just to see you for five minutes. You and me forever yeah?"
"Totally." Brittany agrees, linking pinkies with her. "Love you times five hundred."
"Love you times five hundred and one."
"That's totally cute San." Brittany leans over her breakfast to kiss her girlfriend, inadvertently getting her hair in her breakfast.
"You mucky pup." Santana laughs. "Get in the shower."
"Only if you're coming with me."
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