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Confrontation

"Is... is something wrong, Britt?" Santana asked, thinking the worse. Did Brittany decide that she doesn't want to break up with Sam? Am I totally and utterly doomed?

"Yes..." Brittany met Santana's worried eyes, and inhaled sharply. "Sorry, nothing is wrong with... with us."

Santana exhaled. "Okay... what's wrong with... what?"

"Me and Sam," Brittany whispered, narrowing her eyes. Santana tried not to smile, even though she was sure that Brittany was done with Trouty Mouth. Santana didn't know what to say, so she waited for Brittany to continue. "I... I don't want to... marry him."

Santana let out a breath that she hadn't been away of holding. "Is you're your Christmas present to me? Because that's exactly what I wanted for Christmas."

Brittany smiled slightly and nodded. "But... I need your help. I'm not good with confrontation. I need you to be there with me."

"Anything," Santana promised. "W-when?"

"When Sam gets back... um, tomorrow," Brittany answered. Santana nodded.

"I'll do anything for you Brittany."

Brittany hesitated, and Santana tilted her head. "San...?"

San. The Latina inhaled sharply. No one knew about that nickname except for Brittany. Santana had practically begged the blonde to not use it around people, and since she hadn't seen Brittany in a year, she had practically forgotten the nickname. She's using it again. Why am I sweating. Why are my hands clammy?

"Yeah?" Santana forced her, her voice coming out like a croak. Lopez, if you cry...

"I'm sorry."

Santana's breath caught in her throat. "For what?" she managed to ask.

"You know what for," Brittany muttered. Blue eyes locked with brown ones, which stared at her inquiringly. The blonde sighed. "I'm sorry for not giving you another chance. I'm sorry that I got with Sam while I still had a chance with you. I'm sorry that I caused you so much pain, San. I'm sorry it took me so long to realize that I love you more than anyone else."

"Britt, I love you so much. I'm sorry that I 'unofficially' broke up with you. I'm sorry that I abandoned you when you got with Sam. I'm sorry I changed my number, and I'm sorry for bothering you now."

"What you call 'bothering', I call saving," Brittany admitted. "Thank you Santana."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

Rachel and Brittany spent the night again. Rachel wasn't due to leave until the twenty-seventh, and Brittany didn't want to go home to an empty house. Quinn was more than happy to have them both stay. They followed the same sleeping plans as the night before.

Once again, they slept all cuddled together. As Santana drifted to sleep, she couldn't help but wonder if Brittany had cuddled like this with Sam, prior to Santana returning. She forced herself to stop thinking thoughts like that, because they made her think of other things that Brittany would have done with Sam that Santana had once done.

Santana had another dream that night. Santana found herself facing Sam. He was frowning at her, and Santana didn't know why. The Latina looked around at her surroundings. She saw Brittany giving her a pleading look. They were in Brittany's house, Santana concluded, telling Sam that Brittany no longer wanted to be with him.

"What do you mean?" Sam demanded to know in a gruff voice.

"She doesn't want you, Trouty Mouth," Santana growled at him. Sam scowled at her.

"I asked her, not you!" Sam shouted.

"Sam, stop the violence," Brittany commanded. "I don't love you anymore. I never loved you as much as Santana."

"And after over a year you still love her?" Sam questioned, annoying.

"I couldn't ever stop loving her."

Santana found herself awake. Glancing at the clock on the side table, she noticed that it was three in the morning. Brittany was still asleep, her arms wrapped around that Latina.

Santana sighed. Something about the dream disturbed her, besides the fact that it was exactly what she wanted to happen when they went to tell Sam the bad news. Well, bad news for him, not for her.

So what did she find so disturbing about it? Brittany was saying exactly what I've been saying. I could never stop loving her. I could never stop loving her. The sentence echoed in her head, giving her a slight headache. It was almost like Santana's mind has dreamed that up to make her believe that Brittany really would never stop loving her.

She won't. She won't stop loving me. I'll ask her, she'll tell me exactly that. Stop worrying, Santana, you're being a baby. A loser. You need to be strong again.

I can't be strong. I've been broken down so much over this last year. I can't be strong.

But I have to be. I have to be strong for Brittany. She's going to ditch the big lipped loser for me, and I have to be able to be with her. Because I love her, and I want to be with her.

Santana wanted to wake up Brittany to ask her, but she didn't want to feel selfish. Brittany was about to call off her wedding later in the day, and she needed rest. However, Santana knew that she was tensing up, so it didn't really surprise her when Brittany stirred.

"Baby?" Brittany muttered. The Latina was suddenly calm at hearing the word. "Are you okay?"

"I'm scared," Santana whispered. Brittany tightened her hold on the smaller girl protectively.

"What are you scared of, San?" she asked, sounding a little more awake now.

"That you won't be with me," Santana admitted nervously. She didn't want to appear foolish or stupid in front of Brittany, but the blonde didn't react like she thought either of those things to be true.

"I'm sorry. That's my fault. Because I wasn't with you before," Brittany whispered.

"No, I'm just stupid," Santana muttered.

"No."

"Yes."

"San, you're not stupid. You're a genius. Remember when you told me that? At that time, those words were all I needed. They helped me through a lot. Let me tell you, baby, you're a genius," Brittany insisted.

Santana was silent for a minute, before she finally answered, "Okay."

"Did you have a bad dream Santana?" Brittany wondered. Santana sighed and her hand wandered to where Brittany's clasped around her waist. Her tan fingers ran over Brittany's fair skin, tracing small circles.

"No. I had a good dream. It just confused me."

"Oh," Brittany answered. Santana took a deep breath.

"You're adorable, Britt," she insisted. The blonde giggled and nuzzled her nose into Santana's hair.

"Not as adorable as you."

"We should sleep, baby," Santana suggested. Brittany nodded, and they stopped talking. Brittany kept her firm, protective embrace around Santana.

I feel safe now. She won't hurt me, not again. And I won't her, I couldn't ever again. That one mistake ruined me, and I don't want to make it again.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

"Are you ready?" Santana asked, knocking on the bathroom door. "You said Sam will have already gotten home."

"I know, I know. I'm coming, sorry. I'm nervous," Brittany admitted from the bathroom. Moments later, the door unlocked and she came out.

"It's understandable, Britt, but don't worry. I'm going to be there the whole time. You won't be doing anything alone, not ever," the Latina promised. No, she wasn't going to ever abandon Brittany again.

Brittany inhaled deeply. "Thanks, Santana."

"Really, I'd do anything for you. But, also, this is definitely something I would want to experience. Not to be rude or anything, but I kind of hate Sam at the moment..." Santana frowned, and Brittany laughed lightly.

"I know you do, love," Brittany answered. Santana's heart raced at the nickname. Love. She smiled as the blonde took her hand. They left the guest bedroom and went downstairs, where Rachel and Quinn were snuggling on the couch.

Upon seeing the two girls come downstairs, Rachel and Quinn untangled themselves. "Are you too leaving now?" Quinn called. Brittany flashed Santana a nervous look as said Latina nodded to Quinn.

"I wish you the best of luck," Rachel said with a genuine smile.

Santana was surprised at how nice she'd been to Rachel lately, but she found herself giving the brunette a very kind, thankful smile. Maybe it's because she's Quinn's girlfriend. That kind of makes it easier to be nice to her.

"We'll see you later," Brittany called to them as she led Santana to the front door. They exited Quinn's house and went to Santana's car.

"I'm scared, San," Brittany muttered as they drove off. Santana caught the blue eyes glancing at her nervously, and she sighed slightly.

"I know, Britt, but I promise that I won't let him hurt you. Verbally or physically or emotionally. Everything will be okay. Okay? I'm here now, and I'm going to keep you safe," Santana promised. Brittany smiled slightly.

"I missed you. More than I thought I did."

"I missed you more than I thought I did, too, and that was a lot," Santana pointed out. Brittany nodded slowly.

"I'm so glad you came back."

"You should thank Quinn. She gave me the idea to try to get you back," the Latina answered.

"Modest all of the sudden?" Brittany asked, quirking up an eyebrow and smirking slightly.

"You do the strangest things to me, Britt." The Latina let out a laugh.

"You do them to me, too," the blonde pointed out.

Santana didn't say anything for a second, before she slowly spoke the stretched out word, "Wanky..." Both girls suddenly broke out in a fit of laughter.

Moments later, they found themselves parked just outside of Brittany's house.

"Ready?"

"I love you, San," Brittany whispered, facing the Latina. Santana's expression softened even more than it had already been.

"I love you, too, Britt," she promised. The blonde suddenly pressed their lips together over the center console of the car. For the next five minutes, they hungrily licked over each others' tongues and lips. When Santana felt herself begin to get hot, she pulled back slightly. "C'mon. It'll be fine, I promise."

Brittany unhappily pulled away from Santana and grabbed her purse as they both clambered out of the car and up the sidewalk to the front door. Brittany fumbled with her keys only to find that the door was already unlocked.

Sam is definitely home.

They entered the house and Santana began to feel very nervous. Be brave you baby. For Brittany. The girls heard Sam's voice from the kitchen.

"Yeah, I'm not sure where is she is this early. I texted her yesterday to see what she was doing for Christmas, but she didn't answer," Sam explained to someone. Brittany and Santana made their way the kitchen.

Santana and Brittany were surprised at what they saw in the kitchen. Big lipped blondie was standing at the counter, facing an older couple. Brittany swallowed and the attention of the three turned to her and Santana. "Mom? Dad? Um..."

Brown eyes met blue. This kind of throws the plan, huh?

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