Warning: Mention of sexual abuse
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Hospitals. If anyone was to ask where she was to be right now, this would not even be in her top one hundred. She hated them. To Brittany, hospitals were a place where people died. Suffered even. She hated that she was here and so close to her old life. So close to being trapped again. This time was different, though. She told her grandpa about the phone call she received about her mother. She had been responding. Could this be the happy ending she had been hoping for? She had asked before she left for Jason to be kept off the contact list. Hopefully, her request was processed. All Brittany could focus on was her surroundings. Many people looked sicker than sick if that was even possible. Some patients were just around with broken bones and there were some that were on hospital beds unconscious. Hospitals had a ton of bugs going around. Being sick was not something she wanted right now. Her mom. That was who she wanted. No, that was a lie. Brittany needed her mom to wake up and be okay. She couldn't go about her life hoping anymore. She needed action. Results.
The hospital rang yesterday evening and here she was a day later at the hospital. They rang to tell her about her mother responding and it was possible she could wake up. Brittany was not about to miss this opportunity so she told her grandfather about it. They got in the car pretty much straight away and drove to Phoenix as fast as they could. She was so excited but nervous at the same time. What if Jason turns up? Her legs were bouncing nervously; anxiously waiting for any news from the doctors. She felt a hand on her leg squeezing it in comfort.
"She'll come back to us." Her grandfather said with a comforting smile. "There's no way your mom would give up without a fight."
Brittany nodded, reverting her gaze back to the floor. "I want her transferred to Lima General. She's safer closer to us."
"You read my mind, honey," John responded nudging his shoulder against hers. "I'll sort it all out, don't you worry."
The waiting was the worst part. She hated waiting for information since it always took forever. She wanted to see her mom now. She needed to know that she was going to live - that things would go back to the way they were before Jason. Prior to him ruined their lives. Before he ruined her. She put her head into her hands trying not to worry.
"Brittany?"
Her head raised to see her father. What was he doing here? Brittany didn't even know that he knew about the accident. He had never bothered to call her so she stopped bothering and caring. He had a new family after all. A new life without her in it. Why would he care about them? They only provided shelter for him after all until he found elsewhere.
"What are you doing here?" Brittany asked raising her eyebrow. "You aren't married to her anymore."
"I know I haven't exactly been the best father, but when I found out about your mom I knew I needed to come and see you." Her father explained before sitting on the other side of her. "I care about you and I know I haven't been there for you, but I want to start ."
"David I don't think now is the right time to be trying to fix things," John warned the man. "Brittany is hurt right now and the last thing she wants to do is talk to the man who abandoned her after her parents separated."
Brittany wasn't sure what to think. She wanted a relationship with her dad, of course, she did, but at the moment she was just trying to get by. If he hadn't basically abandoned her for his new girlfriend she might have had a normal life without the abuse. Maybe things wouldn't have happened with Jason. Maybe, just maybe, she wouldn't be scarred the way she is. Brittany felt her eyes tear up just thinking about everything before she wiped them away quickly. She didn't want anyone seeing her like this. So broken; so hurt. Shaking her head she stood up looking in the window of her mother's room. She looked peaceful. Painless. She wanted that for her. She deserved so much better than Jason. Brittany knew that if her mother came through from this then she would make things better for them. She would make sure Jason doesn't go anywhere near them. He wouldn't hurt them again.
Turning around to look at her father, Brittany noticed how he truly seemed like he wanted to be there for her. She didn't trust him, though. Why should she? There was no reason to trust him, but she did feel for the man. He had travelled all this way to come and make sure she was okay, which had to mean something.
"Grandpa's right. Now isn't the best time but since you travelled all this way see me and mom then I guess I can at least think about it." Brittany responded nodding her head. "Even after the way you've acted, I still love you."
Brittany saw her father about to respond when a doctor walked out of the room. He didn't look as though he was about to deliver good news, but then again, he didn't look like he was going to deliver bad news either. He had an unreadable expression on his face, but doctors probably had to be like that so family and friends of a patient didn't assume the worst or the best. It must really suck being a doctor.
"Family of Whitney Pierce?"
Her Grandpa stood up to stand beside her whilst her dad stood on the other side. They both looked as worried as she was. It couldn't be bad. Brittany wasn't ready to lose a parent yet. Especially her mom who had been there for her through a lot of things in her life. She wanted to get to know that person and feel loved again. What person wouldn't want that?
"We're her family," John confirmed wrapping an arm around Brittany. "How is she?"
"She's responding which is a good thing and a lot more than what she did a year after the accident. She isn't awake yet, unfortunately, but what I can say is I believe she will wake up." The doctor explained.
"We would like to transfer my daughter to Lima General. I live there with her daughter and I think it would be within everyone's best interest if she transfers. I would like to visit her and so would Brittany." John explains getting straight to the point. Brittany looks at the doctor nodding her head in agreement.
The doctor looks at the both of them."Of course. If you would like to go to reception and fill the necessary paperwork out then it will be all sorted for you."
Without another word, John walked to reception to talk to the receptionist whilst Brittany and David waited in front of her mother's room. Brittany put her hands on the window looking inside. She hated that so many wires were attached to her just to keep her alive. Why did bad things happen to good people? How was that fair? Her mom was a good person and there she was laying in the hospital bed unconscious. Brittany didn't get it, but one thing she did hope for was that karma would get back at the person who did this.
Being in Phoenix just brought back so many horrible memories. Leaving and never returning was a must with the way her nerves were just heightening by the minute. She couldn't stay here; not anymore. Brittany moved down the corridor to look out of the hospital window. The street lights were lit up since it was now 9 pm and it had turned pitch black outside. Just looking at the city made her miserable. Closing her eyes, Brittany tried to compose herself but all it did was take her back to a memory. A memory of where it all began.
- February 2011 -
Brittany was sat in her room listening to some music. Her mom had just called to say she was jumping in the shower so it was going to be occupied for the next half an hour. It didn't bother her in particular since she had homework to do anyway. Jason was downstairs watching some show so she was going to stay upstairs. Far away from his presence. She really did not like the man. He had been giving her funny looks ever since they had met and, frankly, she didn't feel safe to be alone with him. But she wasn't going to let him distract her. She had Sectionals coming up and she had to figure out a routine for them to do. As it turns out she is one of the youngest students at the school to get the Captain honor. Her coach was so impressed with the routine she put together for the tryout that she made her captain. Safe to say, the old captain did not like her. Funnily enough, though, everyone on the team respected and listened to her. She did have good ideas after all.
She heard a knock at her door which was strange since Jason was downstairs and her mother was in the shower. Had Jason let one of her friends in? She stood up and opened it to see Jason standing there with a smirk on his face. The blood drained from her face. What was he even doing at her door? She was about to close it again when he stopped her, stepping inside closing the door behind him. What the hell was he doing in her room uninvited?
"What are you doing in here?" Brittany asked glaring at the man folding her arms. "Mom said you aren't allowed in my room. I heard her, so get out."
"I was just coming to make amends," Jason said casually looking around the room. "You have a nice room here."
What was he trying to play here? "Mom designed it. She said it suited my personality."
Jason nodded his head taking a step forward. "It really does suit you. So does that outfit. Fits your curves perfectly actually. I'm sure you have a lot of boys staring at you at school."
Brittany shuffled on the spot feeling extremely comfortable. She kept her arms folded holding them over her chest looking at the floor just wanting him to leave. Why couldn't he leave? Why did he have to be staring at her the way he was doing? He was dating her mom, so why was he giving her these looks that made her feel naked?
"I guess so," Brittany responded quietly keeping her gaze on the floor hating how Jason made her feel small. Maybe he would leave. Her mom wouldn't be that much longer in the shower anyway. He wouldn't risk it. "You should go. I have homework to do."
She felt him close to her. It was as though they were sharing the same air and he was taking most of it. She felt...trapped. She couldn't move. It was as though her feet were bolted to the floor. Why couldn't she just move? He was too close. He was definitely in her personal space now, but she kept her gaze on the floor. She tensed up when he placed his hand on her shoulder moving her hair away from it. She had never felt so scared in her life. His other hand rested on her waist gently moving to her lower back pressing her into him. She clenched her eyes shut praying for him to stop. This was not happening. She had been so scared of this scenario and now it was coming true.
"You are such a beautiful young lady, Brittany."Jason murmured taking the hand away from her shoulder moving it down her side slowly as though he was examining her. Planning his next move even.
Brittany let out a sigh of relief when he pulled his hands away but she still kept to the same spot. She still couldn't find it within herself to move no matter how much she wanted to run. She wanted to call her mom to come and save her, but she knew he would never allow it. He would stop her somehow. She clenched and unclenched her fists feeling the air around her again. She opened her eyes to see him gone. Well, that was her original thought. The door hadn't even opened so which meant-
"I'll make sure you never see your mother again if you tell anyone about this." Jason hissed into her ear trailing his hands down her sides agonizingly slowly before moving behind her to rest them on her ass. She tensed immediately when she felt his rough hands moving over her once again.
Her entire body froze in fear whilst his hands moved over her body; feeling every inch. Every curve. She whimpered wanting him to leave. This wasn't supposed to happen. Brittany wasn't stupid in the slightest. She had read about stuff like this in school and what he was doing was definitely illegal. She knew he didn't care, though. She felt his hot breath on her neck as though he was taking in her scent. It scared her to death.
"Stop it." Brittany pleaded in a whisper. "Please don't do this."
He chuckled into her ear and even by not seeing him, she could tell he was smirking. He was enjoying this. He was enjoying her fear. It was a game to him. He wanted to see how far he could go. How far without her mother finding out. With one last firm squeeze of her ass, he pulled back walking to the door. He was upfront about what he wanted. There was no waiting. She knew her life as about to change for the worst. Before he opened it he turned to her.
"Remember what I told you." Jason threatened giving her a pointed look before exiting the room.
Brittany stood there for a few minutes not being able to move before she finally walked to the bed sitting down bringing her knees up to her chest. All she could feel was his rough hands. His touch. His smell. She let tears fall from her eyes and onto the bed.
-April 2014-
Brittany jumped in surprise when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned around to see her grandpa standing there with a concerned look on his face.
"Are you okay, Brittany?" He asked which she seemed to hear a lot of nowadays. "I came to tell you that we're leaving now. I booked us a hotel for tonight then we'll drive back tomorrow. They've accepted the transfer as well so your mother will be in Lima General by tomorrow evening."
"Okay, thanks, Grandpa. Can we go now? I'm kind of tired." Brittany lied looking at the floor. She just wanted to get rid of the memory that had come to the front of her mind.
John nodded kissing his granddaughter's forehead before making their way out of the hospital. Brittany stopped before they reached the doors turning around to see her father looking at her. She wrote down her phone number on a small piece of paper before walking to him and handing it to him with a small smile.
"Everyone who deserves it should get a second chance," Brittany told her father before walking away.
Yes, today may have been hard, but he had tried at least and that was definitely more than what some people did. Getting into the car she stared out of the window. After such a draining day she couldn't wait to just get into bed and fall asleep. Preferably not to dream as well.
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Laying in bed, Santana couldn't help but worry. She hadn't heard or seen anything from Brittany since the day she fell asleep in her room. Had Brittany been offended or something? The school refused to tell her anything due to privacy, not that she asked. She wasn't a stalker. Shaking her head, she tried closing her eyes to sleep but all she could hear were her thoughts. Maybe she had family issues? God knows. Brittany was different too. She wasn't like any other girl she had met, or liked. She was mysterious and it was one of the reasons she liked Brittany so much. She was different and Santana could tell that she had a story to tell. Brittany had lived elsewhere which made her even more interesting. Santana had always dreamed of getting out of Ohio, but she wouldn't even know where to go. New York? Chicago? LA, maybe? There was a huge list.
A ringing started to go off in her room. She sat up and looked at the clock. It was midnight and someone was calling her? She looked at the phone and saw it was Quinn. What was she doing calling at this hour? Who calls someone at friggin' midnight for a chat? Still. Santana was curious, so she accepted the call putting the phone to her ear.
"Quinn, you do realize what time it is, right?" Santana asked laying back down in bed. "People sleep at this time."
"I know Santana. I just...I have something to tell you."
"Crap, you're not pregnant again, are you?" Santana asked, feeling guilty as soon as she spoke. "Sorry, I know that was a bitchy thing to say, but I saw what it did to you the first time."
The phone line went quiet for a few moments which worried Santana a little since Quinn was usually quite chatty. Whatever she wanted to tell her couldn't be good.
"I slept with Puck," Quinn admitted breathing out her response. "I didn't mean to. It kind of just happened. I was lonely and he was just there."
Wow. Santana was sure not expecting that confession. "Did you at least wear protection this time?"
"Yes I made sure of it. But now I don't what to do Santana. He will always be special to me because we had a baby together, but now what? I can't just take that back."
"Well did you enjoy it?"
"I'm not sure. I mean...it was kind of nice." Quinn answered mumbling through the phone. "It doesn't mean I like him, though, right?"
Santana let out a small chuckle. "No, it doesn't mean you suddenly like each other. You were just lonely, right? That's totally normal."
Wow. Quinn and Puck are back on? Santana had kind of always liked them together. Quinn was a bitch and Puck was just, well, Puck. They had a baby together and Santana knew that Puck always had a soft spot for Quinn. She was his baby mama after all. She really wished the blonde had thought it through before jumping into bed with the guy, but it's done now. No going back.
"Yeah, you're right. Totally normal. Of course." Quinn said before sighing. "Sorry for the late night call. Still, thanks for picking up."
Santana smiled. "You're welcome. I'll talk to you more about this tomorrow, I promise."
"Okay, San. Thank you again."
Hanging up the phone, Santana returned her phone to the side before it went off again. Groaning, Santana picked it up. "Q, I told you I would talk to you in the morning."
"Sorry, is this a bad time?" A voice spoke softly to her on the phone making Santana smile. Brittany.
"No no, it's totally fine. Are you okay?" Santana asked instantly feeling her worrying take over a little bit.
"I'm fine don't worry. A family emergency that's all."
Santana sighed in relief. At least something hadn't happened to her. "Is everything okay? With your family I mean."
"Oh yeah, things are fine. We just had to travel, that's all. Are you okay?"
"I'm good. Why did you call me?" Santana asks, sitting up in bed.
"I just...I needed to talk to you." Brittany responded quietly through the phone. "I'm sorry that it's late."
"No, it's okay. What did you want to talk about?"
The phone line was quiet for a few moments before Santana even heard Brittany breathe. She didn't say or do anything within that time allowing the blonde to have that time to think about what to say. Ever since Santana had met the blonde and had seen how mysterious she was, she knew that Brittany was not about to spill out what was wrong instantly. Having that time to think and process everything was vital so Santana just leant back listening to the sound of Brittany's breathing. It was quite soothing as a matter of fact.
"Do you want to, oh I don't know, catch a movie with me sometime?"
"What? As in...a date?" Santana asked feeling her heart start to beat a little faster. "This isn't like you."
The line went silent yet again but Santana knew Brittany was there, just getting her thoughts together again.
"What? No! No, not a date. I wasn't even…no. Not a date. Just friends." Brittany stuttered before taking a breath to compose herself. "Just friends, Santana."
"Oh yeah? Mhm okay, Brittany."
"I'm serious! If you're going to be like that I take it back."
Santana couldn't help but let out a giggle. "I'm only joking. I would love to go to a movie with you sometime."
"Great! That's…great! Um, I have to…"Brittany stuttered making Santana smile.
"Go. I'll talk to you later."
Before she knew it, Brittany had hung up the phone and the line went dead. With one look at the clock noticing it was now almost 1 am, she laid her head down on the pillow and sighed happily. Tonight was definitely the night of some well-needed sleep.
"Tana?"
Looking up, Santana saw Jonah clutching his favorite stuffed giraffe. Even though he was ten he still slept with a toy since it gave him comfort. It all started when he had heard their parents arguing one night and he picked up the first toy he could get his hands on and it had been his favorite ever since. That may have been ten years ago but it had stopped him going into their parent's room so much.
"Hey little man," Santana greeted with a warm smile, "what's up?"
"I heard noises in my room and mami and papi are at work. Can I sleep with you tonight?" Jonah asked in a small voice making Santana's heart melt. Sometimes he just knew how to get to her. She sighed and motioned him over with her hand.
"Come here, sweetie."
Jonah grinned running into the room jumping up onto her bed. It wasn't too bad since she did have a double bed. Her room, in fact, was quite dark even though she may not seem it, she does like the darkness of her room. For one it just makes people, mainly her parents, see that they don't know her at all. When she doesn't have company she can actually have posters of female celebrities such as Taylor Swift and Hayden Panettiere. As well as dark sheets and walls, she had black curtains, drawers as well as a rug on the floor near her bed. It might not be a room that seemed like her but she loved it. She could be herself without any judgment. As a matter of fact, Jonah loved it and felt safe, even if it was dark.
Santana pulled the covers back whilst her brother got inside. She smiled holding him close to her watching as he started to close his eyes ready to fall asleep. She kissed his head laying her head down closing her eyes ready to fall asleep when she heard Jonah's soft voice.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Sure buddy. What's up?" Santana asked running her fingers through his hair.
Jonah turned around looking at his sister. "Will you still play with me when you get a girlfriend?"
Chuckling, Santana nodded. "Of course. I'll make sure I get a girlfriend who loves to play."
"Promise?"
Santana smiled holding her pinkie out wrapping it around Jonah's. "Pinkie promise."
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April 10th 2014
Last time we spoke you found out something serious about me and I don't regret telling you. I've decided to keep you in a secret hiding place just in case someone came across it accidently. Journal, I've got some news. Mom has been transferred to Lima General Hospital so she is close by. I love it because I can see her whenever I want without the possibility of Jason being there. From what I am aware Jason doesn't know that she has been transferred and I have told the hospital to let me know if he turns up so I know whether to be worried or to request a restraining order. I know that he still lives in my old house currently but when mom wakes up I'll make sure to convince her that he needs to be evicted. We can't stay in Lima forever. I mean I like it because Santana is here and the people are nice but my home is in Phoenix. The only reason I'm not there is because of that asshole living in my home. I will figure out what happened to my mother. I know he did something and I will find a way to prove that even if it is the last thing I do. I will find out the truth and get that bastard in jail.
A ringing brought Brittany back from her thoughts. Standing up, she walked to answer the door. Her grandfather was out so it was possible he had forgotten his keys. Opening the door, she was surprised to see Santana in her cheerleading uniform.
"Santana? "
Santana stood there looking nervous. She could tell just by her body language. Fidgeting with her hands and swaying slightly were just two things Brittany had begun to notice. There were obviously more things she could pick up on but she didn't want to keep a nervous Santana Lopez standing on the front porch.
"Come on. It's getting cold and I won't let you heighten my parent's heating bill by letting all the warm air out." Brittany declared opening up the door further allowing the Latina to walk into the house closing the door behind her. "What are you doing here?"
"I was worried. You've not been at school all week." Santana stated looking at the blonde. "Why is that?"
Brittany folded her arms. "That's none of your business."
"Brittany..."
"No! I'm not having you walk into my home and ask questions!" Brittany snapped walking past Santana before turning around. "Now if all you want is to find out information which you have no business to acquire then you can just leave."
Santana sighed. "Okay. Okay, you're right. I'm sorry for intruding. I'm just concerned."
"Well stop being concerned," Brittany responded looking at the Latina. "Why do you care so much?"
Santana looked at Brittany with a soft look. "Everyone deserves someone, Brittany. Even those people, just like yourself, that are so guarded they won't let anyone in."
Brittany looked at the girl in front of her before sighing. She walked up to Santana standing in front of her. Her nerves, Brittany had noticed, had obliterated completely and she seems pretty calm. She didn't know what was happening to her or why she was feeling like this but before she could stop herself she leaned in, placed her hands on Santana's waist letting her eyes flutter closed kissing her. Like no-one in her past, not even Isla, she saw fireworks when they kissed. All she could focus on was the softness of Santana's lips trying not to panic. What Brittany didn't expect, however, was Santana's arms going around her neck pulling her body closer to her own. Brittany wasn't sure whether to pull away in fear or to try and relax. Her mind was going into overdrive in that moment, so much that she couldn't even focus on the kiss. Flashes of her past came to her mind. Jason. Isla. Her mother. Everything was just being brought up to the surface and it just...scared her. Terrified her.
Noticing her face was getting wet, Brittany pulled a hand up to touch her cheek when she felt another hand get there before hers. Her eyes looked slightly to the left to notice a tanned hand place itself on her cheek. Santana had reached up touching her cheek before using her thumb to wipe the tears away that were coming from her eye. Brittany hadn't even noticed she was crying. Brittany Pierce does not cry. Why was she crying? Furthermore, why was she crying in front of another person? Pulling back, Brittany turned her back to Santana, wiping her tears away quickly.
"You don't need to be ashamed. Crying is a completely natural human response. It doesn't usually happen during kissing, but that doesn't mean it hasn't ever happened during a kiss." Santana assured the blonde watching her carefully.
Brittany didn't know what to say. Santana had seen her vulnerable and she couldn't take that back. She was the one who had made the move to kiss her and it was her who had the bad memories of her past which caused her to cry. If she had just kept her emotions to herself she wouldn't be in this situation. In fact, Santana just being in her house was a huge step. She knew that allowing Santana to get close was a bad idea. This just proved it. Brittany turned to look at the Latina.
"If you tell anyone-"
"I won't." Santana immediately responded holding her hands up in defense. "No one, and I mean no one, will find out about this. Not the kiss nor the crying. Not anything."
Brittany nodded her head putting her hands in her pocket. "I know."
Walking up to Brittany, Santana put her hand on the blonde's shoulder. "You can trust me, Britt. You need to learn that I'm not going anywhere. I like you, probably more than I should, but I like you and I would never hurt you. But you have to promise me something."
"I don't do deals, Santana. However, I'm listening."
Biting her lip, the Latina looked at Brittany before folding her arms. "You can't tell anyone about...about whatever this is. I can't have everyone know that I like...well, that I'm not exactly straight." Santana whispered looking at the floor. "Please."
"Santana, I'm not going to out you if that's what you think," Brittany assured. She watched Santana noticing her lowered gaze. "Please look at me."
Wiping her eyes, Santana shook her head. "I can't."
Stepping towards Santana, Brittany raised her head with her finger smiling when brown eyes met her blue. All her worries somehow didn't matter anymore. Only making Santana feel better mattered and she liked that concept. Her hand went to Santana's cheek letting her eyes soak in her beauty. She was indeed very beautiful and having the privilege to be up close was even better. She was stunning. Gorgeous. Smiling, Brittany allowed her lips to graze Santana's gently before pulling back looking directly into her eyes. She knew the girl needed reassurance and she was going to give her that.
"No one will find out about your sexuality until you are ready. I promise you."
Santana looked at the blonde in front of her and knew instantly that she could trust her. She nodded her head wrapping her arms around her neck kissing her softly before burying her face into her neck. She didn't trust many people but Brittany was different. Brittany was kind, honest, a little drawn back too but most of all, Santana knew she could trust her and that was the most important aspect.
Pulling away, Brittany smiled. "How does that movie idea sound?"
"A movie sounds great."
Santana smiled when Brittany pressed a small kiss to her cheek walking out of the room. Folding her arms, Santana looked down at her arms as though inspecting them before looking up when she heard a door open and close. Brittany stood in front of her holding a jacket in Santana's direction.
"I'm not letting you go out without a jacket. I might not be popular or anything but I'm not about to let you get cold." Brittany said shaking the jacket in her hand. "Take it or I'll put it on you myself."
Laughing, Santana took it putting it on looking at the arms when it was on her body. She had seen the blonde wear the same jacket multiple times. "This is your favorite."
"Well you should feel special then, shouldn't you?" Brittany answered with a smirk. "Now let's go catch that movie. Don't worry, no one will see us."
"And why do you want to hang out with me all of a sudden?" Santana asked raising her eyebrow in question. "You had no intention before now."
The blonde shrugged her shoulders. "You seem pretty cool."
"The real reason."
Brittany sighed. "You have a secret, Santana. I didn't know this until tonight and you showed me that you have a vulnerable side. I like that. "
"How come?" Santana asked whilst they walked out of the house towards the street. "How does being vulnerable change things?"
"Because that's how I feel every day." Brittany whispered putting her hands in her pockets walking towards the centre of town."You better not tell anyone."
Santana nodded her head. "Your secret is safe with me."
Nudging Santana's shoulder with her own, Brittany reverted her gaze to the girl beside her. "Okay, no tears from now on. This night is about seeing a cool movie and enjoying ourselves. No tears, no sadness."
"I can do that," Santana responded biting her lip. "Is this..is this a date?"
Brittany's eyes widened. "What? No. No, this is just...just two friends seeing a movie."
"Which is basically a date."
"Well, do you...do you want this to be a...d-date?"
Blushing, Santana's gaze went to her feet. "Do you?"
"I asked you first."
The two girls stopped in the middle of the street, looking at one another. Was this really happening? A date? The both of them hadn't known each other very long and now there was a possibility of their friendship turning romantic. Were they honestly ready for that? To be official? Well, tonight was definitely going to give them both the answers they need.
"I'm in if you are," Santana stated holding her hand out.
Pressing her lips together, Brittany took the Latina's hand shaking it with a small smile. Unbeknown to each girl, they both felt sparks shoot up their arms pulling back quickly. Brittany rubbed her neck nervously whilst Santana shuffled her feet looking at the ground.
"I'm in. I know a place."
