#9: Someone Like You
Artist: Adele
Santana bit back a scream as she balanced on the tree branch right outside Brittany's window. When they were younger, Santana used the tree to get into Britt's room all the time. Now though, Santana was more cautious and way more terrified. The ground seemed to grow further and further away the more she looked down. She bit her lip until it bled, focusing on that pain instead of on the thrumming fear filling her veins. She had to admit, the incredible height was not the only thing that had her on edge. She was going to see Britt to tell her that she was still in the game.
In a thrillingly angsty and heartbreaking moment, she now dubbed the "hurt locker", she had told Britt that she loved her and wanted to be with her. She had this big long speech prepared, and had been shot down. Now, balancing on the limb outside Britt's window, she wondered for the thousandth time why she didn't just give up. Britt had chosen Artie. The very thought of it stung and burnt, throbbed and bit into Santana's heart like needles. But, Britt had also said she loved Santana back, and that if Artie wasn't in the picture, she would be with her. That's the thought Santana clung to as she tried to steady herself for the leap to Britt's roof. She closed her eyes and leapt, hoping beyond all hope that she'd hit the roof and not the ground.
She nearly screamed as her ankle twisted beneath her and she scrambled to her feet on the roof. She had easily made the jump, but her head still swam from the fear and adrenaline. She took a deep breath, gathered up her partly alcohol induced courage and knocked on Britt's window.
She could see a shadow moving to the window through the curtains and crossed her fingers that it was just Britt in the room. The curtains were pulled back and Santana smiled at the very confused, but happy look on Britt's face as she saw who it was. The window was opened and Santana fell into the familiar space, glancing around to see if anyone else was around. Seeing no one, she limped further into the room, sitting on the edge of Brittany's bed beside her best friend.
"What are you doing here San? Why are you limping? Are you okay? It's the middle of the night." She said the last part, glancing down at herself, clad only in her skimpy sleeping tanktop and boxer shorts. San couldn't help but smile at the Brittany-ness of it all, and prepared herself to leap off the cliff.
"I just came to tell you that it isn't over. I know you chose him over me." She made a shushing sound when Brittany tried to butt in. "I know I should just give up and let you be, but I couldn't do that. I know you know how much I love you. For me, this whole thing isn't over. I will keep fighting for you, and for us, until I win you."
Brittany's eyes filled with tears and she put her hand on Santana's cheek. "San, never ever give up. I am yours, but I'm also his. I'm happy with him S, he's good to me. It's about feelings and love when we're together, not just about sex. I can't hurt him San, that wouldn't be fair."
Now it was Santana's turn to cry, but her tears were not from sadness, but from anger. "You know what! Never mind! I hope you and Artie are happy in your post-coital bliss! I hope you marry and have fucking half-robot babies! I know I'll find someone too. Someone like you, but who wants to be with me!" She stood up and marched across the room, only to look back, her face now showing only regret and fear. Her bottom lip quivered as her eyes met Brittany's sad ones. "Just don't forget me B. Don't leave me out here in the cold alone. I can't be alone. I'm not strong enough B. I'm not brave like you." She crumpled to the floor and wept, holding her head in her hands, her whole body shaking with the sobs that ripped through her body.
Brittany ran over to Santana and wrapped her arms around her best friend. She kissed Santana's forehead, and then one by one kissed away all her tears. Then she kissed Santana's salty wet lips, smiling into them. "I'll always remember you San. I could never forget you. I love you, never forget that. You're stuck with me now S, now and forever. I promise." She said, joining her pinky with Santana's and resting her nose in the crook of Santana's shoulder.
I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited
But I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it.
I had hoped you'd see my face and that you'd be reminded
That for me it isn't over
Never mind, I'll find someone like you
I wish nothing but the best for you too
Don't forget me, I beg
"I'll remember", you said,
Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead.
Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead,
Yeah.