Chapter 10
"Hello?"
"Hey Kurt, it's Santana. Did Cam get home safely?" Santana asks, pacing back and forth in her bedroom.
"What? Back to New York?" Kurt's voice answers on the other line.
"Yeah…her flight left yesterday and she isn't answering my texts or calls. I just wanted to make sure she got home safely."
"Santana, Cam didn't come back to New York. Don't you use social networking at all?" Kurt asks, annoyed.
"Kurt, what the hell are you talking about?" Santana asks concerned.
"She went home, like to her parent's house. She's been hanging out with Jessie coaching Vocal Adrenaline…"Kurt answers.
"She's still in Ohio."
"Yep."
"Thanks Kurt, I gotta go…talk to you later." Santana manages to stammer out before hanging up.
Santana collapses on her bed and rests her head in her hands.
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Santana wakes up quite abruptly to her phone ringing; she checks the time and realizes she has been sleeping for well over two hours.
She answers her phone without checking who it is first, desperate to hear Cameron's voice on the other end.
"Hello? Cam, is that you?" She asks, sitting up in bed and running a hand through her hair to detangle it.
"No Santana, it's me." Brittany answers silently; trying desperately to hide the hurt she is feeling from Santana.
"Oh." Was all Santana said.
"I just wanted to call…you ran off right after…are you okay?" Brittany stammers.
"No Brittany, I'm not okay." Santana answers coldly, Brittany flinches at the anger in her friend's voice.
"Have you and Cam spoken yet?" Brittany asks, terrified of the potential reaction from the Latina.
"No."
"Oh…" Brittany starts, "Hey Santana?"
"What Brittany?" Santana asks annoyed.
"I know you're mad at me, and I'm really sorry. We used to do this thing when one of us was hurting remember? We'd watch a really bad horror movie and laugh the entire time?"
"Yes Brittany, I remember." Santana answers, she can't help but smile when she thinks about that.
"Santana, can I come over with a bad horror movie right now?" She asks tentatively.
Santana doesn't answer right away, she's honestly shocked that Brittany would ask to come over after all the shit she's caused. After all, it is entirely her fault that Cameron isn't answering her calls anymore…then again, her parents are both away for the night and the last thing she wants is to be alone in their big empty house, even if it does mean spending time with her ex.
"Sanny?" Brittany asks, making sure her ex-girlfriend is still on the line.
"Yeah Britt, sure you can come over." Santana answers, not quite sure if that was the best decision.
"Awesome! See you in a bit!" Brittany answers excitedly before hanging up the phone to get ready.
What did I just do? Santana thinks to herself as she herself heads to the bathroom to get ready.
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"I told you not to date anyone from New Directions. I told you twice, but did you listen to Jesse? No, you didn't." Jesse says, filling his cousin's drink for the 3rd time that night.
"Fuck off Jesse." Cam mumbles before shooting back her entire drink.
"Look," Jesse starts, resting a comforting hand on Cameron's arm, "The members of New Directions, both present and graduated are all after one thing, all they care about is getting what they want. None of them are good people Cameron, not like us." Jesse finishes, leaning back in his chair and taking a sip of his own drink.
Cameron laughs, "Yeah right Jess, are you implying that the St. James's are good people? I remember we actually considered kidnapping members of the Warbler's one year, so don't tell me we're good people cousin." Cameron finishes, standing up and looking for the bottle to refill her very empty glass.
"Yeah, but we didn't kidnap them, and that's what's important."
"Whatever helps you sleep at night cousin." Cameron answers, refilling her glass.
"Speaking of sleep aids…don't you think you've had enough Cam?" Jesse asks concerned, as he watches is cousin finish yet another drink.
"Mind your own business Jess." Cam answers, swigging directly from the bottle, "I'm going to bed now anyways. 'Night kid." Cam says, messing Jesse's hair as she walks out of the kitchen and into her room.
"'Night Cam…"Jesse answers, standing up and deciding he should probably get some sleep as well.
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Santana just finishes pulling her Cheerios hoodie over her head when she hears the doorbell ring.
"Coming!" she yells down the stairs before grabbing her phone and running to the door.
"Hey!" Brittany practically squeals when she sees Santana.
"Hey Britt, what movie did you bring?" Santana asks, leading Brittany into the living room.
"Here's the thing, I don't have any movies you haven't already seen, plus I know you have Netflix and there is always shit on there…so I figured we could just search for something shitty." Brittany answers, hoping that this is okay.
"Yeah sure, that's cool." Santana answers, sitting on the couch, "You have to pick the movie still."
"Awesome." Brittany smiles, sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of Santana. She grabs both the remote for the TV and the Xbox controller and starts scrolling through the movies.
Brittany decides on some supernatural crap, and leans back into the couch while Santana lies down on (and takes up the of) the couch.
Neither girl is really paying attention to what's playing. Santana is fighting off sleep again, while Brittany is enjoying Santana's hand absentmindedly playing with her hair. Eventually Santana gives into it and falls asleep, her arm going limp and falling across Brittany's shoulder, her hand resting on the blonde's boob.
A small moan escapes Brittany's lips, it's quiet, but it's enough to wake Santana.
The brunette jerks awake, "What happened?!" She yells, still half asleep.
"Nothing." Brittany sighs.
Santana goes to answer, but then she notices her hand, and more importantly, where her hand is placed…she tries to pull it away, but Brittany's hand closes around her wrist.
"Britt, what are you doing?" Santana asks.
"Please?" Brittany begs, looking into Santana's eyes.
At first Santana doesn't know what Brittany is asking, until she focuses in on the blonde's eyes. The usual bright blue has turned two shades darker, and they are focused in on their prey.
"Brittany." Santana sighs, trying to take her hand away again.
"Sanny." Brittany pouts.
Fuck, Santana thinks, looking away from her ex-girlfriend.
The Latina turns her head and to hides it in the couch cushions, hoping desperately that the throbbing between her legs will go away and take the blonde on the floor with it. She feels the grasp on her wrist leave, and for a moment hopes that maybe Brittany got the hint and left. She's actually fairly confident that the blonde had left until she feels the couch shift. She turns her head and sees her ex-girlfriend straddling her.
"Santana." Brittany states, looking deep into her partner's eyes.
"What?" Santana answers, trying to turn her head back to its hiding place.
"Look at me." Brittany commands, taking Santana's head in her hands and turning it back.
"Brittany…we can't do" Santana starts, but is soon interrupted by Brittany's lips pressed firmly against her own.
Brittany works Santana's lips slowly and passionately before moving down to the Latina's neck, nipping here and there. A moan escapes Santana's mouth as she grabs onto Brittany's ass.
"No you're right, we shouldn't do this." Brittany says, pulling away from Santana and fixing her hair.
Santana's eyes shoot open, fury etched across her face.
The blonde gets up to leave, but turns quickly and slams her knee into the brunette's core, causing a scream from Santana.
Soon enough, the girls are back at it, so much so that they don't notice knocking Santana's phone off the end table.
If they didn't notice that, than they certainly didn't notice when the phone started vibrating, notifying the owner of an incoming call.
The phone lights up, a girl with short hair appears on the screen.
The girl's don't notice when the phone rings once, twice, three times, all with the same message.
Incoming Call
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