Here's the next part of the pool party scene for everybody's enjoyment. First part is all serious-like, second part is the beginning of the party itself. Guess the pool party will end up being three chapters then.
I Got You Babe
Chapter 10
"Miss Lopez, you stated that he raped you in the past?" Santana cringed at the word choice from the officer who questioned her. She'd still yet to move off the bed, her head now resting on Brittany's shoulder. She was the only one Santana allowed in the room with her while the officers talked to her.
The medical staff had already come and gone. The Latina refused to go to the hospital. She knew there was no serious damage from his slaps, just the busted lip and black eye. Brittany carefully held a small ice pack to the swollen skin of her friend who finally spoke. "I said that already didn't I?"
"Why wasn't it reported?" The female officer knelt down on the floor in front of the damaged girl, keeping her voice soft and soothing.
"Who would have believed a drunk 14 year old?" Santana once again snapped.
"Hey Britt…I'm sorry to interrupt." Susan popped her head into the bedroom. "More people are starting to arrive, what should I tell them?"
"Tell them to go home, I'll reschedule this for next-"
"No." Santana cut her off. "Please Britt, don't let this ruin your party. I'm not letting it ruin your party." She looked into Brittany's eyes and forced a smile. "Please."
"Alright. Mom, tell them to go ahead and enjoy the pool and snacks, we'll be down in a little bit."
Susan nodded and left, pulling the door closed as much as possible since the hinges were broken off by Stan. She'd have him fix it once the police were gone and everybody was downstairs at the pool.
"Look lady, can I please just go and try and enjoy what was supposed to be a good day?"
The officer nodded before standing up. "We will need to ask you some more questions before this possibly goes to trial. Would you be able to come by the station tomorrow afternoon?"
Santana looked at Brittany, who just nodded, giving the Latina her answer. "Alright, I'll be there." They watched the officer leave the room before Santana stood up and pulled off Brittany's shirt. She had no reason to fear the taller blonde. "Can you hand me that top right beside you?" She blindly reached behind her for the top and proceeded to cover her breasts with it.
"Do you need any help?" Blue eyes scanned the back of Santana. While examining the bare skin she found only one flaw, a scar right at the spot where the bikini top tied in the center of her back. "What's this?" She reached out to trace the scar with her fingertip.
Santana tensed. "It's nothing." She pulled away quickly."
"Is it from him?"
She nodded, her eyes downcast. "He shoved me against Quinn's dresser." Santana made her way to the door. "Can we go downstairs and join the party? I don't want to think about any of this right now."
Brittany quickly wrapped her arms around the brunette's waist, causing her to gasp. "I know I may barely know you, but I'll always be here for you."
Santana splashed water toward Brittany, some traveling past her to soak Rowan who was sitting on the pool's edge. She laughed loudly at the death glare she received from the raven haired girl.
"That's it girlie. You're goin down." Rowan dove into the water, surfaced beside Brittany. The pair looked at each other, nodded a silent agreement before taking off after the Latina.
"No! Not fair! Help!" Santana screamed as she swam away, but they soon surrounded her at the opposite wall of the pool. "Anybody?" She searched her eyes between Brittany and Rowan, both slowly wading toward her with evil grins on their faces. "Please?" Her voice was just a whimper. When she realized nobody was going to come to her aid since they were too busy either sitting at the table eating or watching and laughing, she started thrashing wildly, sending small waves of water to each of her two stalkers. But it didn't help as they each pressed their hands on each of her shoulders and dunked her. She stayed under the water for a few minutes, allowing herself to sink a little bit further under. She quickly formulated her plan.
Brittany and Rowan gave each other a high five. Still laughing over their triumph. What seemed like a minute or so passed and the blonde frowned and spun around. "Where's Santana?"
The Latina smirked, noticing her friend's frantic nature. She slowly swam back up toward the blonde's legs. In one swift motion she grabbed her ankles and tugged her down, bringing her eye level. She couldn't help but smile more at the shocked, then angry face she was staring into before surfacing with a loud and deep gasp for air. She spoke when Brittany surfaced right beside her, "that's what you get for teaming up on me."
Santana pulled herself up on the edge of the pool and grabbed one of the fresh towels from the table. She wrapped herself in the warm, dry cotton and walked to the canopy where Quinn and Rachel had fallen into one of their many arguments. As she had for the past week, she simply ignored Quinn. She glanced at Rachel, then to Quinn, then back at Rachel. As much as she hated to admit it, Rachel looked rather stunning in her one piece blue bathing suit. And she was starting to think Quinn was seeing the same stunning woman, just by the way she was blushing and her eyes wandering over the singer's body. She smirked to herself before sitting at the table with the food on it.
"Santana, try this it's amazing." Mercedes handed her a small finger sandwich.
The Latina took the sandwich and bit the corner off of it. Her attention was pulled away from the sandwich though when she heard Brittany and Rowan in the pool carrying on. "Rowan, I'm serious, stop it." Brittany's voice carried no play in it at all as she pushed the raven haired girl away from her one more time and hurried out of the pool and to Santana.
"What happened?" Santana asked softly.
"Nothing, don't worry about it." Brittany wrapped herself in a towel and took the chair beside the Latina.
"Quinn!" All eyes turned to the sight of Quinn cradling Rachel in her arms and walking toward the pool. "You have to put me down this very instance. The chlorine is bad for my hair and I cannot became famous if my hair is dead before I'm even 18. Put. Me. Down!"
"Okay." Was all Quinn said before dropping Rachel from her arms, right into the pool. Rachel surfaced with a huff. "Well you said to put you down. So I did."
"This is not what I meant Quinn Fabray. Now you need to help me out of here right now!" Rachel reached out with her hands to take Quinn's. "Help me up." Quinn started to pull on the singer's arms, only to have Rachel pull even harder, using her feet against the wall of the pool for support as she pulled Quinn over her head and into the water with her. "That's what you get." She lifted herself out of the pool and proceeded to ring out her hair, leaving a shocked Quinn in the water, much to everybody's amusement.
"They love each other." Brittany whispered as she rested her head on Santana's shoulder.
"I doubt it, they hate each other's guts, have since elementary school."
"It was love at first sight then."
Santana shivered when she felt Brittany's hand resting on hers under the cover of their towels. She was thankful for the warm, sunny day, as it aided with hiding her blush. "Perhaps."
"No perhaps about it. People show affection in different ways. I'll bet you they're together by the end of the year."
"What's the reward?" Santana turned to look at Brittany, who did the same.
"We can come up with the terms and conditions later. Right now, stop moving." Brittany placed her head back on Santana's shoulder.
Yea, okay, I decided to throw in some side Faberry. Who do you want to win the bet? Brittany that they will get together? Or Santana that they won't get together? Or...ya know, you could wait til I come up with the terms of the bet first, mainly the reward. Lol
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