Santana woke up to the soothing sound of rain against her window. She let out a yawn and tried to stretch her limbs when she noticed the warm body next to her. At that moment everything that happened last night came back to her:
How her so-called family abandoned her, how she sat propped up against her apartment door when Brittany found her, how she made her tea, how she took care of her, how Brittany held her in her arms when Santana cried and how the blonde cried after Santana read out her letter.
They must have fallen asleep after that. All that Santana knew is that Brittany was right here in her arms and how that was probably the best feeling in the world. Brittany had her arm protectively around Santana's waist and held her tight. Santana smiled and adjusted the blanket that was almost completely on the floor. She tugged on the last piece, and reached and pulled slowly, not wanting Brittany to wake up. When she covered both of their bodies, she could feel the woman next to her stir. Brittany tightened her grip around Santana's torso which made Santana beam with joy. She turned her head slightly to take a look at the beautiful woman beside her. Her hair was splayed all across the pillow and her face and Santana could see Brittany's chest slowly rise and fall.
She felt bad when she saw that Brittany was still wearing the baby-blue dress that she wore yesterday. Santana could have offered her some of her clothes. She blushed when she stole a look at the lace of Brittany's black bra. It was visible because her strap fell down her shoulder. The dress was made of silk after all. First Santana regretted looking at the really tempting sight in front of her, but then she remembered Brittany checking her out last night when her dress rode up a little, so they were even now.
Brittany scrunched her face groggily when her own hair was tickling her nose. Santana didn't think twice about it and softly ran her hand over Brittany's cheek to tuck the strand of her blonde hair behind Brittany's ear. Brittany smiled sweetly at that and opened her eyes sleepily. Santana instantly looked at her apologetically for waking her up.
"Hey," Santana said innocently.
"Morning." Brittany's voice sounded hoarse, but Santana still found it adorable. As Brittany realized that her arm was practically preventing Santana from moving, she quickly took it away and smiled sheepishly. "Sorry," she apologized.
"It's no problem," Santana replied, not wanting Brittany to think that the way she held her was making her uncomfortable. "You want some coffee?" Brittany just nodded before they both discarded the blanket and sat up. "Do you want some other clothes? I could quickly grab some for you."
"No, no. It's okay. I'm probably going to leave soon, anyways."
"Oh, alright." Santana didn't let Brittany see it, but hearing that made her a little sad. She didn't want Brittany to leave so soon, even if she already stayed the whole night. She took a quick glimpse on the clock. 10:47. "Do you want pancakes?"
"Yes, I love pancakes." Brittany clapped a few times and smiled instantly.
"Good." Santana's sadness was soon replaced by a happy grin when she stated to collect all the ingredients for the pancakes. Meanwhile Brittany set the table. "You don't have to do that," Santana told her, grinning.
"Why? I made you a cup of tea yesterday and you didn't complain either," she said with a wink which made Santana blush. She quickly turned back to her pancakes. Brittany laughed at that and continued placing the plates at the table. "Can I ask you a question?" Santana nodded, so Brittany continued. "Who is that on that picture on your fridge?" Brittany pointed at the picture, she saw yesterday.
"Oh, that's Mercedes. We met in college three years ago and shared a room. She was kind of a diva at first but when we got to know each other, we became friends really quickly," Santana explained.
"Where was that picture taken?" Santana smiled because Brittany seemed like a really curious person, but she had no problem telling her about Mercedes while she continued making their pancakes.
"Mexico. It was last summer and our first vacation together. We wanted to get out of town for a while so we decided to just to leave during summer break. It was really expensive, so we couldn't stay for long. But it was really beautiful. I would love to go back one day." Brittany smiled at the new information and it seemed that Santana was truly happy thinking about that particular vacation.
"Is she your girlfriend?" Santana let out an adorable giggle at that and shook her head no.
"Oh, no! We're not together. She has a boyfriend. His name's Sam and he's working at the same firm that I'm working at. Mercedes is my best friend." She said through giggles.
"Oh, okay. Sorry," Brittany told Santana, smiling endearingly. "What happened to Sugar?"
"Oh, Sugar," Santana nearly forgot that she told Brittany her coming out to Sugar yesterday. "Sugar didn't go to college. She met a wealthy heir at high school and is currently in Italy. She's travelling around the world and is still sending me post cards every time she visits a new country. I guess she's trying to make me jealous and is indirectly telling me to find a rich woman, too, so that I can come after her." Brittany chuckled whole-heartedly. Santana placed the pancakes and the coffee at the table and they both began to eat.
"Are you trying to find a woman like that right now?" Brittany asked, terrified if she crossed a line this time.
"No." Santana answered honestly. Brittany was disappointed at that answer. She had the feeling that Santana was maybe interested in her, but apparently she thought wrong. "I'm not searching for a woman like that. I don't care if she's rich or poor. Money doesn't mean anything." It felt like a huge rock was lifted off of Brittany's shoulders. Maybe she had a chance after all.
"What kind of a woman are you looking for?"
"Mmm, I don't know. It's hard to say, I guess. I don't really have a type."
"But if you had to choose." Brittany asked again and she wouldn't stop until she knew if she was someone who matched Santana's taste.
"Oh, that's hard… I guess the look doesn't really mean that much to me. Of course I should be attracted to her, but it's more important to me that she is faithful. I need someone who takes care of me… Oh and humor is important, she should make me laugh. That's about it." Santana nodded once and took a sip of her coffee. What Santana didn't know is that Brittany was dancing in joy inside of her head. Maybe she really had a chance.
"What about her hair color?" Santana laughed which made Brittany a little bit confused. Did she say something wrong?
"You really want to know everything about me, don't you? You're very curious." Santana giggled and turned back to her pancake. Brittany blushed and tried to hide it as best as she could. But Santana noticed nonetheless. "You're cute, you know that?" she told Brittany with a grin. Brittany didn't think that it was possible to blush even more, but it was. She took her hands to her face and buried her face in it. Both women had to giggle at the situation.
Santana reached over the table and took Brittany's hands away. "Don't be shy. I was just being mean. But we really have to meet some day again, so I can ask you all these questions, too." Brittany was so happy to hear Santana's offer that she only had the strength to nod in agreement.
The two of them finished their food without any significantly embarrassing moments and put the dishes in the sink. Nobody knew what to do next but Santana decided to speak up first. "Thank you again, Brittany. For everything. You had no reason to go after me, but you did. So thank you." Santana looked at the ground sheepishly.
"You're welcome." Brittany could practically feel the tension so she stepped forward and took Santana into her arms. She held Santana tightly around her waist, trying to tell her all the things that she was afraid to admit already, "Any time."
Santana returned the hug as well. She was glad for all the moments they spent together yet. And for all the moments that will come. "See you on Thursday." Santana could feel Brittany smiling against her shoulder before Brittany pulled away.
"Right. See you on Thursday. I will write down the time and address real quick." Brittany said when she took a pen from the bowl in which Santana's keys were placed and scribbled the information down.
"Alright. I'll see you then." Brittany grabbed her purse and went to the apartment door. She turned around to see Santana smiling at her gorgeously. Brittany waved at the beautiful woman in front of her.
"Wait!" Santana probably spoke up a little bit too loud as Brittany turned around. Brittany looked at her curiously. "It's raining… and you don't have a car, so I thought maybe I could take you home," Santana offered, unsure. And as if Santana had asked for it, a loud thunder rang through her apartment. Brittany jumped a little at the sudden noise but smiled shyly when she saw Santana grinning. It made Brittany's heart flutter with joy that Santana offered to take her home.
"Thank you, but you don't have to do that, San. But maybe we should call a cab before I go outside," Brittany suggested. That gave them a little time to talk. Santana nodded and grabbed her phone to call Brittany a cab. Meanwhile Brittany walked to the window to watch the raindrops slipping down the pane. The sky was in a dark shade of grey. "I like thunderstorms," Santana stated from behind her after a while. Brittany hadn't noticed the woman coming and jerked at the voice. Santana laughed and stepped up besides her as she rested her elbows on the window sill.
"I don't…" Brittany saw Santana smile next to her.
"I kind of figured that out. Even the slightest noise scares you right now." Brittany giggled and Santana laughed louder as Brittany backed away from the window when a new flash of light illuminated the sky. Brittany dropped down on the armrest of the couch. "God, you're adorable…" Santana unintentionally said out loud which made Brittany blush.
When Santana saw Brittany ducking her head when the next thunder echoed through the room, she felt bad and walked towards her. "You alright?" she asked. Brittany just nodded, maybe a little bit too quickly. "Should I walk you to your cab? It should be here any minute now." Brittany nodded again and took the hand that Santana had offered her. Brittany grabbed her purse once again and they stepped into the small elevator. They didn't even notice that their hands were still interlocked, but nobody did a move to change that. It felt comfortable like that and Santana wanted to take Brittany's fear away.
They stepped out into the hallway and immediately saw the cab outside the building. Santana turned her head slightly because she wanted to say goodbye to Brittany again. She didn't noticed what was happening before she felt Brittany's lips touching the corner of her mouth. Brittany quickly pulled away, clearly embarrassed at what just happened. "I'm so sorry," Brittany said quietly.
"No, don't be," Santana replied instantly.
"I'm gonna go now." Brittany smiled at her guiltily.
"Bye. Take care, Britt," Santana could say before the beautiful woman stepped out into the rain. She wasn't sure what the hell just happened. Santana entered the elevator. She could still feel the little spot where Brittany's soft lips touched the corner of the lips.
When the door of her apartment closed Santana squealed in delight and jumped up and down like a total fool. But she didn't care. Even after that horrible end of the party, she spent a great night with Brittany. All of those sad thoughts were gone when Brittany made her smile. This girl was probably her personal guardian angel.
Santana cursed when she realized that she could have kissed Brittany properly if she just had turned her head a little bit more. What a missed opportunity… Santana really hoped that Brittany didn't regret the kiss. Apparently she was embarrassed about that kiss and Santana didn't want her to be.
Now that Brittany was gone, Santana had to survive the next four days without her. She made her way back to the kitchen to clean the dishes. When she was done, she took a much needed shower and slipped on some comfy clothes. She stepped into the living room and smiled as she saw the blanket from her bedroom still lying on the couch. She grabbed her phone from the table and dropped down on the couch. Brittany's sweet perfume invaded her senses. She felt like a creep when she buried her face into the pillow to breathe in the intoxicating scent. But she just couldn't stop, so she lay down on the pillow while she unlocked her phone.
23 messages and 11 voicemails. Wow, that was a new record. Most of them were from Brittany which made Santana smile to herself.
Please call me Santana! or I'm really worried. were just two of them. It made Santana feel bad for not replying that she was okay. But when she ran away she didn't think about Brittany. She didn't want Manuel to contact her. She would have never imagined that Brittany would come after her. She scrolled further through her text and had to smile at Brittany's last message:
I don't even know why I'm searching for you now. I don't even know if we are friends. But I really hope that we are, because I want you to be happy. I only have one place to go to. I'll be at your apartment soon. I really hope that I will find you there. – Brittany
She listened to every voicemail, one after one, and beamed the entire time, even if she felt bad for Brittany that she had to worry so much about her. When she pushed the green button one last time, her smile faded instantly as she heard the voice. It wasn't the sweet, friendly and slightly rushed voice of Brittany that she listened to the whole time. Her brother's voice sounded hoarse and automatically.
"I'm really sorry for what happened earlier. I don't know what the hell came over me. I hope that you're okay and that Brittany found you. I wish that you can trust me, now that Mom is out of the picture again. Please forgive me." Santana just clicked the red button and threw her phone at the other side of the couch. What was he even thinking? She couldn't handle him right now and she wouldn't forgive him so easily this time. He made it really hard for her to ever trust him again. If she even could forgive him ever again. She didn't want to think about her brother now.
Sooner when Brittany's voice rang through her phone everything was easier. Finally Santana had someone she could trust, besides Mercedes and Sugar. And now Manuel had to ruin everything for her. She was happy till she heard his voice.
Her phone rang at the other side of her couch. For a short moment she was debating whether she should pick up or not. But as she saw Mercedes picture on her screen, she gladly picked up. She needed her best friend right now.
"Hey, Cedes," Santana greeted with a croaky voice. She sounded like she cried for the last two hours straight, even if she didn't.
"What's wrong, honey?" Mercedes knew Santana too well to know that something was going on. "How did the wedding go?"
Santana let out a breathy laugh. "Horrible and great. What do you want to hear first?"
"The bad thing first," Mercedes prompted. "But only if you can tell me without crying, otherwise I will come over to make sure you don't do something stupid. Was it that bad?"
"Yes, but I'm okay. You don't have to come over."
"Alright. I hope you're right. Shoot."
"Mmh… okay. I tried to avoid my parents for as long as I could. Manuel was really nice to me, but I have a feeling that Isabella still doesn't like me. But that's a minor matter. When I went up on stage to congratulate them, I had to face my parents eventually. I sang the song and wanted to go back to my seat, when Mom yanked me into a little corridor. She started to yell at me and we argued pretty bad, but you know what, it didn't matter what she thought about me. I already hated her before. But then Manuel came towards us and Mom told him that is was not okay to support my lifestyle and that I should leave the wedding."
"Oh, dear lord…" Santana heard Mercedes gasp at the other end of the line. "He kicked you out, didn't he?"
"Yes, he kicked me out and I ran away. I couldn't stop crying and sat down next to a tree and just stayed there. After a while I couldn't take it to be there anymore so I drove home, but I didn't have the strength to open the door, so I dropped down and cried."
"Oh honey, you should have called me… I could have been there in a few minutes."
"I know," Santana answered honestly.
"San? You told something about a great part of the evening? It sounded pretty bad till now. What the hell was the good part?"
"Brittany," Santana said, smiling into her pillow. It took Mercedes a moment to figure out who Brittany was.
"Brittany, in like Shopping-Brittany?"
"Yep… I couldn't believe when I saw her standing in the church. We were both kind of overwhelmed to see each other again."
"Oh, that's so cute. What did you do?"
"We talked and ate and I met Puck and Quinn again. We had a lot of fun. And when I sang, she stood right in my field of vision. She kind of guided me through the song. I don't think I could have survived the ceremony and party without her."
"That girl got you bad, huh?" Mercedes laughed. Santana just shook her head at her best friend's silliness. "Did she hear you and your family fighting?" Mercedes asked more serious.
"Yes, she did." Even if this moment was the worst part of her whole evening, she couldn't stop smiling at the fact that Brittany ran after her.
"Oh no, San… Did she call you after that?" Mercedes sounded apologetic. Santana knew that her best friend felt bad for her, but she hadn't heard the whole story yet.
"Oh yes, she did. She left ten voicemails and texted me twenty-one times to be exact."
"You're kidding, right?" Mercedes asked in disbelief.
"No, I'm not kidding. She ran after me and searched for me for nearly three hours. She found me at my apartment." Santana grinned like an idiot by now.
"Oh, my god, who is this perfect human being? She left her best friend's wedding to search for you. You realized that, right?"
"Yes, I still can't believe it. She took care of me and we talked and cried and talked and then…I, I showed her the letter, that I wrote to my parents."
"No way, San! You haven't even shown it to me yet!"
"I know. And I'm sorry about that. I will show you some day…I promise," Santana tried to assure her best friend. "It was strange to read it out loud again. But Brittany figured out before that I'm gay. I didn't even have to tell her. I mean… I probably wasn't so subtle with my leering, " Mercedes had to laugh at that.
"No, you probably weren't." Santana shifted her head slightly to breathe in Brittany's scent once again. It was like a drug for her and she really should stop before she would be addicted. "San, I'm really happy for you. I hope this will work out. I mean, you deserve it after all that crap that happened."
"Thank you, Cedes, you're the best."
"Did Manuel call you after yesterday?"
"Yes. He left a voicemail. But I can't deal with him right now." Santana didn't want to think about her brother at the moment, so she thought about Brittany instead. It was most likely the better choice.
"I understand that. I will call you soon. And I really want to meet this girl, San."
"Yes, I know. But let's just wait what happens on Thursday, when I'm meeting her at the dance studio to watch her teach the kids." Santana couldn't wait to see her again. She had to find a way to kill the time till then.
"Alright, see you, girl."Mercedes said and Santana could hear her smiling.
"Bye."
A/N: Thank you all so much for reading this story and for bearing with me! It really means a lot. I hope you enjoyed this chapter.
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