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"Let's get you back to bed so you can rest and I'll get some ice for your face." Brittany helped Santana back to bed. A few minutes later she came back to the room with an ice pack. She handed it to Santana who put on her face. Brittany sat down on the bed. "So I said we would talk. How about I start by telling you about me and my past because how you feel about that will determine whether or not our talk needs to continue."

Brittany couldn't believe she was about to have this conversation with Santana. She knew it would probably make or break any possibility of them developing any kind of relationship whether it's a friendship or more. "Well let me start at the beginning. I grew up in small town in upstate New York. I have a brother who is two years older than me and sister who is 3 years younger than me. My brother is married and I have twin nephews. My sister isn't married but has been living with her boyfriend for two years. My father is foreman for a major construction company and my mother is a librarian. By the way I'm 28 years old."

"Well so far your life seems quite normal." Santana couldn't imagine what Brittany had in her past that she was worried about but she guess she was about to find out.

"It does all sound normal it's me who isn't normal. I was the kid in high school who everyone else called ditzy or sometimes even crazy. I like to think I was and still am a free spirit. We can talk more about that later if we get that far. When I was three years old my family moved to an old farmhouse. It was a great place to grow up. We had huge house and backyard. My dad put a tire swing on a huge oak tree in our backyard and I spent hours on that swing. Right after we moved into the house I started talking to an imaginary friend named Jenny. We would color together and have tea parties. We also spent a lot of time together on the tire swing. When I turned 5 my parents were concerned because I was still talking to Jenny." Brittany swallowed hard. "I need to get a glass of water. Do you need anything? How about some more ice for your face?"

"I'm fine Britt." Santana watched Brittany leave the bedroom. She could tell Brittany was really nervous talking about her childhood because her voice kept cracking and changing pitch.

Brittany came back with a glass of water and sat back down on Santana's bed. "So where was I?" Brittany didn't continue because she felt Santana's hand on her leg.

"Britt, you don't have to continue if it's too much for you. I can tell you're nervous and struggling to talk about your childhood. It's ok you don't have to tell me about all of this."

Brittany took a long drink of water. "Yes I do need to tell you because if I don't we can't continue whatever this is between you and I."

"Ok but please promise me you'll stop if it gets to be too much." Hearing the concern in Santana's voice made Brittany's heart feel warm. Santana took her hand off from Brittany's leg.

"So as I was saying my parents were concerned because I was still talking to Jenny when I was five years old. One day my mother sat down with me and asked me why I talked to Jenny. I told her because she's my friend. My mother told me that I had friends in my preschool class who could come and play with me, real friends that I could see. That's when I told my mom that I could see Jenny. She told me that I only see her in my mind she wasn't real. I remember I started crying and saying yes I could see Jenny she was real. She was as real as my other friends. My mom started asking me questions about Jenny. I told my mom that Jenny was 5 years old like me, liked playing with dolls, coloring, and swinging. I also told her that Jenny said she was sick and couldn't breathe but that I didn't understand why she said that because she didn't look sick and it never looked like she couldn't breathe. After our talk and my mom saw how upset I got when she said Jenny wasn't real she decided to do some research on past people who lived in our house. She found the family that built the house had a 5 year old daughter named Jenny who had died from polio. My mom was able to find a school picture of Jenny. One day she showed me the picture and asked me if I'd ever seen that little girl before and I got all excited and told her it was Jenny." Brittany had been looking at her lap the entire time she was telling Santana this and now she stopped talking and took another drink of water.

Santana sat there listening and when Brittany stopped talking to take a drink Santana had no idea if she should say something or wait and see if Brittany continued to talk. After a few moments Brittany continued. "My parents didn't freak out or anything about my imaginary playmate actually being the spirit of a dead child. They have always been opened minded. The older I got the less and less I saw Jenny. By the time we moved out of the house when I was 13 I wasn't seeing her anymore at all. We moved to new town because my father got a promotion at work. Even though I never saw Jenny again or any other spirit I still had this feeling with some people that could feel their physical pain. It was something I just learned to live with. When I was 16 I had my first real girlfriend. One night we were kissing and a picture of her in a hospital bed flashed in my mind. It scared me at first but then I just let it go thinking it was my overactive imagination. Two days later she was in a car accident with some of our other friends. I wasn't with them. When I went to see her in the hospital she looked exactly like she did in my mind when I was kissing her. She was hurt badly and even in a coma for a few days but she recuperated fully. I've never told anyone before about seeing her in the hospital bed in my mind and then the accident happening. You are the first to know." Brittany stopped again like she thought for sure at some point Santana would say something but she was just sitting listening and staring into space.

"After that incident nothing major happened in my life again until I met you. I graduated from high school and went onto to become a certified physical therapist. When I was a physical therapist I could still sense people's physically pains and that's how I got interest in touch therapy. I felt I could help people since I could sense their physical pain and then focus my energies on helping with the pain. Then I met you and it wasn't just your physical pain I could feel. I could feel your emotional pain and whatever other emotions you were feeling. It was too much for me. I was overwhelmed, especially during your last appointment when I felt your love for me. I know that freaked you out when I told and I don't blame you. I know I'm some kind of freak and don't blame you if you don't want to be around me after everything I've told you."

Brittany looked at Santana and she was just sitting there on the bed staring straight ahead. "Santana, please say something." Brittany's voice whispered. Santana didn't say anything or even move. "I'd better just leave. You don't need to say anything I understand. You should be ok until Quinn and Rachel get home. Just rest and drink plenty of water. I'll give Quinn a call later to make sure they're home and can take care of you." Brittany got up from the bed to leave. "Shit I forgot I was going to the pharmacy to get your pain medication prescription filled. You have enough for today. Quinn or Rachel can get it filled." Brittany took one last look at Santana before she walked out of the bedroom and out of the apartment.

Brittany was trying her best to hold the tears back as she waited for the elevator. She knew telling Santana about her life was a risk but she knew she needed to tell her. The elevator doors opened and Brittany got inside and pushed the button for the lobby. The doors were almost closed when a hand appeared between the doors stopping them from closing. The doors opened back up when they sensed the hand.

"Britt, please come back." It was all Santana could manage to say. Brittany looked into Santana's eyes and saw sincerity. Santana really wanted her to come back so she stepped out of the elevator and followed Santana back to her apartment.

Once they were back in the apartment Santana sat down on the couch and Brittany sat beside. Santana turned so she was facing Brittany. "I'm sorry I wasn't able to say anything all the while you were telling me about the things that had happened to you. I just couldn't find the words."

"It's ok Santana. I understand you don't need to explain anything to me. I know it's difficult to believe any of what I told you is true."

Santana put her left on Brittany's hand that was lying in her lap. "I believe you. I never doubted you once the whole time you were telling me everything you have experienced. And just so you know I don't think you're a freak. I truly believe it all happened to you."

Brittany looked at Santana and she could sense that Santana was telling the truth. Brittany moved closer to Santana and gently stroked the right side of her face that was bruised. Santana leaned into the touch because it felt calming to her. They both then leaned forward until their foreheads and noses were touching. They could feel each other's hot breath on their lips even though their lips weren't touching. They kept their eyes opened and looked into each other's eyes. The emotions they could see in each other's eye were overwhelming but not in a bad way. They both wanted to kiss the other one but something was stopping them. Maybe it was the fact that Brittany had just broken up with her girlfriend or maybe they both knew it was too soon and that they had all of the time in the world.

The decision was made for them when they heard a key in the door and someone knocking. "Santana, Brittany we are coming in." It was Quinn.

Santana and Brittany pulled away but not before Brittany kissed Santana on the forehead. They both closed their eyes and let the emotions from that simple kiss overtake them.

TBC