Wasn't planning on updating today because I only got 1 review on chapter 9, and thanks by the way, but then we just won a rounder's tournament, so I'm in a good mood. Here's a short one
[Brittany's point of view.]
We just lay there on her bed waiting for a word to be said. We just lay there waiting for one another to fall asleep, so we could cry, without fear of making the other person guilty. We lay there holding onto each other tightly. We lay there under the duvet, hiding from reality. I felt safe in her arms. I wish she felt safe in mine. We were both facing the ceiling. It was all the same, the white ceiling; you could see little cracks, and the light. I shuffled a little; I wanted to see Santana's face. Even if I didn't need to, I knew exactly how she looked in my mind, and I know she knows how I look. I faced her, and she faced me. Tears were cornering on both our eyes. I crashed my lips onto hers, desperate to feel safe. Every part of my body hurt, and every part of Santana's hurt from all the emotional pain she felt. She pulled back.
"I'm so sorry." Her voice quavered. I just really wanted to cry. "Cry babe, its okay. I'm here." I wondered if she could read my mind, like she had some extra terrestrial powers. I started to sob, and she held me tighter. My eyes were stinging, and all my bruises were sensitive. They felt like stabs on my body. I felt so unclean, and dirty. I felt like I was a burden, I felt like I was, like I was a failure. The biggest failure that had walked on earth. I felt so dumb. I started to shake, and cry even harder. Santana held still, I could tell that she thought if she even just moved a little, her tears would all come back out. I thought it was unfair of me to let her suffer so much. It was a million stabs to the heart; it was a million times worse than all my scars and bruises. I slowly quietened my sobbing until I stopped. I would've carried on, but I wanted Santana to feel better, so I pretended to fall asleep. She started to cry, she knew I wasn't asleep but I was still acting like I was. She couldn't hold her tears anymore; I knew that more than she did. Her cries sounded so painful, her cried sounded so powerful and heartfelt.
[Brittany's point of view end.]
All through the night Santana cried, and apologised a million times to a fake sleeping Brittany who kept her tears in.
So guys review please, also what would you like to happen? And will you suggest good Brittana fics for me (m rated, I find k, and t's a little boring, lol shoot me)? All of mine are near their end :(