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Chapter 11

"I don't understand why she's doing this. First she won't talk to me or look at me, and now she won't even come out of my room. I mean, it's my room! I should be able to go in there whenever I want!"

"Santana, just calm down. She'll come out when she's ready." Rachel and Santana were standing outside of Santana's room, trying to lure Brittany out. The blonde had rushed in there as soon as the three of them had walked into the loft.

"But I want her to be ready now," Santana said mumbled. She had a pout on her lips, her face visibly softening.

"Why don't we go sit down," Rachel said as she took Santana's right hand in her left. "I'll even make you some coffee, if you want."

Santana just nodded as she let the short brunette lead her to the kitchen. The Latina sat down at the table and waited as Rachel made her coffee. Coffee was always able to calm her down.

As Rachel made the coffee, she thought about what was happening. She really hoped that the two girls would be able to work out their problems. She hated seeing them so sad. She especially hated when they were mad at each other. It never really ended well. In high school, she remembered what happened when Brittany first got mad at Santana. Santana had become even more of a bitch when Brittany started dating Artie. I'm just glad she hasn't gotten too angry…yet. If she starts yelling in spanish, I'll never be able to calm her down. Plus we're the only ones here. I have no idea where the boys went.

Rachel finished making the coffee and handed it to Santana. "Here you go."

"Thanks Rachel." Santana took the mug from her and brought it up to her mouth.

"Santana, wait! It's hot!" But Rachel was too late.

"¡Mierda, está caliente! ¡Se quemó mi lengua!"

Oh no, not spanish. Way to go Rachel. Rachel ran over to the sink to get some cold water for Santana.

When she handed the cup to the Latina, Santana stood up and downed it all. "Are you okay?"

"Does it look like I'm okay? ¿Querías a quemarme?"

"What? Santana, I don't speak spanish. I have no idea what you're saying."

Santana just rolled her eyes and went over to the sink to get herself some more water.

After drinking a few more cups, she turned back around to look at Rachel. "Why would you give me hot coffee?"

Rachel gave gave her a look of astonishment. "Are you kidding me? Coffee is supposed to be hot!"

"Yea, but not to where it could burn my tongue off," Santana said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Now it was Rachel's turn to roll her eyes. "Whatever, Santana. I'm gonna go see if Brittany's okay."

"Ooh, good idea. Let's go." Santana walked past the shorter girl to head towards her room, but stopped when she felt a hand grip her wrist.

"What now?" Santana asked in a whiny tone.

"I don't think you should go," Santana gave her an annoyed look, "…yet. Just give her some space. How would you have reacted if you had walked in on her and Sam kissing?"

Santana made a face and then looked down. "Probably the same way…or worse."

Rachel loosened the grip she had on her wrist and then nodded her head. "Okay then. Just let me talk to her for a bit."

"Okay." Santana went to go watch TV while Rachel headed towards the Latina's room to talk to Brittany.

Once outside the door, Rachel decided to just knock. She paused for a few moments before speaking. "Hey, Brittany? It's me, Rachel. Can we talk?"

Rachel heard some shuffling coming from the inside, and then finally, Brittany opened the door. She opened stepped outside and looked around, trying to see if Santana was there.

"She's not here," Rachel said once she realized what she was doing.

"Okay. You can come in."

She gave the blonde a small smile before walking in and sitting down at the foot of the bed. "Come sit down, Britt," Rachel said as she patted the spot right next to her.

After closing the door, Brittany crawled on top of the bed and sat cross-legged behind Rachel. The short brunette turned around and sat the same way as the blonde, facing her.

"Why don't you tell me what happened at the diner?"

Brittany looked down and started to pick at the soft fabric of the comforter.

"I don't really wanna talk about it," Brittany mumbled, still looking down.

"Well then, what do you want to talk about? I'm just trying to help you. I don't like seeing two of my closest friends so sad."

Brittany looked up and Rachel noticed that there were tears in her eyes. "I just thought that we were doing okay…that our relationship was heading in the right direction…but I guess I thought wrong."

"No, you didn't. If you would just let Santana explain-"

"No! You weren't there! You didn't see what they were doing! They were just standing there with their arms wrapped around each other, kissing!"

"Brittany…are you sure that's what you saw?"

"Look, Rachel…I know what I saw. If you don't believe me then just leave," Brittany's voice sounding harsher than usual.

"Brittany," Rachel took both of Brittany's hands and placed them in her lap, "trust me, I'm on your side for this. I just wanted to get your side of the story before I spoke to Santana."

Brittany nodded her head and then moved closer to Rachel, giving her a hug. "Thanks for being my friend, Rachel."

"Of course, Britt," Rachel said as the blonde sat back. "Are you sure that's all that happened?"

"Mm-hmm," Brittany replied, nodding her head.

"Okay. Did you want to go see Santana by yourself or did you want me to talk to her first?"

Brittany bit her lip as she contemplated what she wanted to do. "I think I'll go see her. Are you gonna be there with me?"

"Only if you want me to," Rachel replied. She was willing to do as much as she could if it meant that they might get back together.

"Okay then, let's go."


"This show is so fucking gay, why don't they just get together already?" Santana was laying on the couch watching Rizzoli & Isles, waiting to hear from Rachel, or even Brittany. She immediately got up when she heard a familiar laugh. "Brittany! Thank God you came out, I was starting to get really worried," Santana said once she saw the blonde walking in behind Rachel.

Brittany stepped in front of Rachel and then turned around to face her. "Could you please wait in your room? I changed my mind."

"Of course. Just call me if you need me," Rachel said and then went into her room.

Brittany walked towards Santana and was about to say something, but Santana beat her to it. "Brittany, I wanted to say that I am so sorry. What you saw back at the diner, it wasn't what it looked like."

"Are you sure? Because it looked pretty intimate," Brittany snapped. She really wanted to believe her, but she still had her doubts after what she walked in on earlier that day.

"Britt, you have to believe me. I would never, ever do that to you," Santana said as she inched her way closer to the blonde.

Brittany just looked down at her feet, not knowing what to say or do.

"Brittany," Santana stepped forward so that she was now standing right in front of the blonde. She took her hands in both of hers and looked at her beautiful face, "please look at me."

The blonde looked up, finally meeting Santana's eyes. "We were just saying goodbye. She asked me if I would give her a hug, so I said yes. When we pulled away, she wouldn't let go. Next thing I know, she's leaning forward to kiss me. I had no intention of doing that. Trust me. The only person I want to be kissing is you."

Brittany gave her a small smile, still not saying anything.

"I would never do anything to hurt you, you have to know that." Santana just gazed into her blue eyes, waiting for her to say something. "Please say you believe me…please?"

Brittany just stared at her with an unreadable expression. The question reminded the blonde of that one conversation they had at her locker junior year. Santana had asked her to say that she loved her back. Of course she loved her, and she told her just that. The only mistake she had made at the time was not leaving Artie. This time, she wouldn't mess things up.

Brittany gave Santana's hands a small squeeze. She looked into her brown eyes and saw that they were nothing but sincere. Finally, she said, "I believe you, Santana. I don't think you would have kissed her after what you told Sam this morning. I'm sorry that I reacted the way I did. I was just…" Brittany paused for a moment trying to think of the right thing to say. "I think I was just upset that Dani had time with you that should have been spent with me. And when I saw her kiss you…I don't know. I just thought that she was trying to get you back and I had to get away. I wouldn't be able to see you leave me for her."

"Brittany, I would never leave you. When you ran away, I thought that you were leaving me. I was so scared…I can't lose you again."

"I'm not going anywhere," Brittany said with a small smile.

"I'm not going anywhere either." Santana gave her a big smile.

"I love you, Santana."

"I love you too, Brittany," Santana said as she leaned in to press her lips against Brittany's.

Santana let go of Brittany's hands and put her arms around her neck, pulling them closer together with the blondes hands still between them, splayed across Santana's stomach.

"Mmm. I missed you," Brittany said when they broke away slightly after a couple of minutes of kissing.

"I bet I missed you more," Santana said before she moved her lips to the base of Brittany's neck.

"Prove it," Brittany challenged, with a smirk on her face.

Santana began to leave a trail of wet, open mouthed kisses from the base of the blonde's neck all the way up to the bottom of her ear, taking Brittany's ear lobe between her teeth and tugging lightly.

"Is this proving it?" Santana whispered in her ear.

Brittany shivered when she felt Santana's breath on her ear and scrunched up the bottom of the Latina's shirt in her hands, revealing her stomach.

"Santana, I want you so bad. I've missed you so much." Brittany hadn't been with someone like this in a long time. She had only been with Sam once, and it was at the beginning of their relationship. Afterwards, she regretted it and never did it again because of how wrong it felt…It just wasn't the same as being with Santana.

Santana smiled against the blonde's skin and continued to attack her neck with her mouth as she moved Brittany backwards towards the table. Brittany's hands were finally freed when Santana brought her hands down to the hem of her shirt to pull it off of the blonde, throwing it somewhere behind her.

Santana's breath hitched when she saw the cleavage above Brittany's black bra. "Brittany…" Santana said in awe. She slowly moved closer to her and crashed their lips together once she reached her, bringing her hands behind the blonde's back, trying to touch her anywhere she could.
Brittany swiped her tongue along Santana's bottom lip, begging for entrance. Santana parted her lips, allowing Brittany's warm tongue inside of her mouth, as she brought her own hands up to cup Brittany's breasts, causing the blonde to moan into her mouth.

Brittany brought her right hand down to the waistband of Santana's jeans, unbuttoning them.

"Mm, Britt," Santana panted as she pulled away. Brittany just smirked as she worked her hand down, into her jeans, over Santana's panties.
Just as she had cupped Santana's sex in her hand, which caused Santana to moan very loudly, Rachel walked in. "Guys! Are you kidding me right now?" Rachel nearly shouted.

Both girls were frozen in place, just staring at Rachel with wide eyes.

"Brittany! Get your hand out of Santana's pants and go to her room!"
Brittany, reluctantly, did as she was told and pouted as she walked towards Santana's room.

"And put a shirt on!" Rachel yelled behind her.

Once Rachel saw that Brittany was gone, she turned back around to face Santana, who was in the same position as when the blonde had left. "Why are you still standing there? Button up your jeans!"

Santana obeyed, and then cocked her eyebrow at her as if to ask 'What now?'

"Are you guys really gonna do it now? You two literally just got back together, like, a minute ago." Rachel liked that they were okay now, but she honestly thought they were moving a little too fast.

"Rachel, I know that you care for us both and that you just wanna help us, but my sex life is none of your business…and neither is Brittany's," Santana added as she crossed her arms across her chest.

"Okay, okay. I won't question you on your sex life…I just don't want you two to get hurt. I don't like it when you're both sad. It's depressing and I don't like having negative energy around me."

Santana rolled her eyes. "Neither of us will get hurt. Trust me. I'm never gonna hurt Brittany and I don't think Brittany will hurt me either."

"I know Brittany won't hurt you…at least not intentionally." Rachel paused for a moment. She was afraid that Santana would react badly to what she was going to say next. "I'm just worried about Brittany."

"Why are you worried about Brittany?" Santana was really confused. She would never do anything to hurt her blonde.

"It's just that…in the past…it was usually you that hurt her." Santana was about to say something, but Rachel spoke first. "I know that she hurt you too, but it was usually a result of you hurting her."

Santana stood there for a moment and thought about it. She remembered when she shot Brittany down during 'Duets' week. Brittany had asked her if she wanted to sing a duet with her, and Santana had said no. Brittany was hurt that Santana had chosen someone else over her. As a result, Brittany went to Artie and they eventually started dating. That was how Brittany had hurt her.

"I guess you're right…But I can promise you that I'll do whatever I have to do so that Brittany won't get hurt."

"Okay…I trust you," Rachel replied. There were a few moments of awkward silence after that. Rachel saw that she had the perfect opportunity to give the Latina a hug. It rarely ever happened.
"I'm gonna hug you now, okay?" Rachel said as she stepped closer to Santana.

Santana chuckled. "Okay, Rachel," she said as she let the shorter girl wrap her arms around her. Santana felt content, being held by one of her best friends and finally having her girl, she felt happy. But that happiness disappeared as soon as she saw Sam walk through the door, with a smug look on his face. Okay, no. He has got to go. I'll take care of him later, though. Right now, I just wanna be with Brittany.
Santana pulled away from Rachel and made her way to her room with a goofy smile on her face, happy to spend time with her girl.