No matter how her pride told her that she should refuse at the blonde's offer, Santana just found herself being dragged and trailing behind the blonde as they both made way towards the Pierce's house.
The house was just small, but very comforting, Santana mused. They took the steps and through the deep porch. Santana's eyes fell upon a very inviting swing with two pillows and a blanket unabashedly strewn across the mattress on the swing.
They both went inside the house, apparently discovering that Robbie Pierce was not there. A note was stuck on the fridge door. Brittany took it and read it out loud.
"Gone to L.A. for an emergency meeting. Roast is in the oven." Brittany grinned overly to herself. Then she turned for the stairs.
"Wash the salts away from your body. There's a bathroom upstairs on the right turn," Brittany said as she took the flight of stairs and looked down at Santana, who was at the foot of the stairway.
"Come on, I don't think I have to tell you twice," Brittany sternly said.
Uncertainty mirrored at the brunette's face before she slowly climbed up the stairs. Somehow, the blonde had that effect on her. Enchanting, enthralling, and drawing her nearer and nearer to the blonde. Brittany was addictive.
She just found herself in front of the bathroom, with Brittany behind her back.
"You get into a nice hot shower and then have a cold one after it. It would help you relax. I'm going to get your clothes, San."
The nickname sent chills to Santana's spine, making her skin tingle. She went into the shower and turned it on. Brittany was right. The shower had really made her senses relax.
Brittany came back shortly, bringing a towel and a grey boy short and a shirt. The blonde knocked at the bathroom door impatiently.
"San? Are done there?" Brittany went inside the bathroom and her shadow silhouetted against the glazed marble dividing the shower from the tub and left the towel and clothes on the sink. "Come down when you're done."
Santana's naked body made shadows on the glass, sending Brittany's heart beat insanely.
"Yeah, in a minute!" Santana said back and she stared at the ceiling.
There's something really off tonight. Maybe it's because of her weakened resolve against her petty feelings for Brittany, or maybe Brittany's advice or Brittany's closeness to her body…she would never know.
Santana went out of the bathroom, only to be greeted by an empty hallway. She descended the flight of stairs and went prodding into the living room. She slumped on the couch. The kitchen was springing to life, and she smelled the creamy chocolate drink wafting across the air. Brittany was wearing an overly huge Auburn University shirt that seemed to her father's old baseball shirt.
Her stomach grumbled.
"Hi!" the blonde beamed as she brought two mugs of the steaming drink.
"Hi," Santana looked up at the blonde, and then suddenly let her eyes drop down.
"Here, have some chocolate," Brittany set down the mugs on the coffee table. She quickly got up and started the fire.
"Why are you doing this?" Santana asked, albeit angrily.
"What?"
"Why are you trying to be all nice to me? It's as if you really kno-"
"I believe in you, Santana. I believe that you are indeed a beautiful woman and never a rude bitch. You just hurt others because you had been hurt, too," Brittany cut her off. Her voice wasn't violent or hurtful. It was just a plain statement.
Santana was tongue-tied. She just looked at the blonde, and blinked her eyes a few times.
Brittany sat beside Santana on the couch and took her mug. "Santana, I want to be your friend. Don't you see it?"
"I can't," Santana said softly. It was the simplest, most honest thing she could ever say to someone.
"Why not? You've been hurt before, I know that. But, maybe you could give fate another shot, and maybe…just maybe, you will see that you deserve to have a friend. I know I am not perfect, but I want to help you," Brittany took Santana's hand into her own.
"I…I don't know," Santana stammered and looked into the most compelling ocean-blue eyes she could ever see.
"It's alright. I'm not pushing you though," Brittany looked at her chocolate drink.
Then there was silence.
"Brittany…" Santana heard her own self call out the blonde's name.
"What? Do you want anything?"
"No. Just…just…" Santana stammered.
"Hey Santana, when I told you that you need someone to trust, you can trust me. You can count on that," blue eyes met the brown ones.
"I…I don't know…Brittany," Santana looked away. "She's just…just…so…I just miss her so much…"
"Santana…" Brittany held out on Santana's hand. "Tell me everything you want to tell. Just let it all out."
"I just miss her so much…so much that I start to see things and I call her out in my sleep…God, why does she have to leave me like this?" Santana's eyes brimmed with tears. She almost felt like it was wrong at the time. But somehow, having Brittany comfort her seemed to be so right and so good.
"I don't want to be hurt anymore, but…every time I think of her it hurts, I did not deserve her. I always think that when I get something good for me, the universe will just soon fuck me over like some nasty crap that I just get to be hurt each time…" Santana's chest heaved up and down, her breaths were shortened.
The silence lingered upon the room and Brittany started to speak.
"We were given fragile hearts, Santana…" Brittany looked at the Latina to make sure that she was heard by the Latina.
"Why? " Santana wailed out.
"Because, over the course of time, at some point in our life, we get to meet some people on the road, who are going to repair the breaks and cracks in our hearts and take care of it," Brittany replied.
"I…don't know. The world hated me…"
"Santana, every one of us deserved something special. You had her and it was special, and you deserved it. You don't really have to put up those high walls because they won't help you solve the problem. Friends do," Brittany held Santana's hand.
"Dianna left me."
"Sometimes, we fall in love, and we break. But someone will come along and fix it. And we all deserve that someone…because that someone had actually loved us even before the both of you laid eyes on each other."
"Why do you always believe in love?" Santana asked with a voice of anguish.
"Because I believe in you, Santana."
The blue sapphires met the dark-brown obsidians.
