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Suddenly, Santana breaks the kiss. She retreats her hand and stands up.
"Fuck!" She shouts.
She stares at Brittany for a second.
"San..." Brittany says, reaching for the latina's arm.
Santana pulls back and turns quickly, only to trip over the covers.
"Fuck!" She repeats, quickly standing up.
Brittany continues to sit there and watches as the latina disappears into the dark.
Santana didn't even know where she was going, she just ran; she ended up at a random bench. Her hands are shaking. She pulls out here phone, taps the screen a few times, and lifts it to her ear.
"Hey Asstana," Quinn greets. "What's up? Been spending some time with Brittany?"
She feels the tears threaten to spring free. Her hands are still shaky and she tries to steady her hand to hold the phone.
"Q..." Santana responds in a shaky voice.
"San?" Quinn's voice turns serious. "What's wrong?"
"I..." She starts. "I..."
The tears start to fall. Fuck, I can't do this! She hangs up the phone and lifts her knees to the bench and hugs them close to her chest.
After sitting there, motionless and confused, for a little while, Brittany finally makes her way back to the room. When she gets there Lauren is awake and she quickly asks her to leave. When she is gone, Brittany takes her sleeping sister from the bed and makes her way back to the Pierce room. She tucks her sister into bed and quickly makes her way out and back to the other room. She curls up on the bed as soon as she returns to the room. What just happened?
Brittany doesn't know how long she has been there, but she makes no effort to move until she hears her phone go off. She reaches into her pocket to pull out her phone and answers it.
"Hi." She answers in a low voice.
"Hey," Quinn says. "What's going on, is Santana okay? She called sounding really upset but she won't answer my calls."
Brittany stays silent for a moment then says, "She yelled at me."
"What?" Quinn asks.
"She freaked out and ran away." Brittany says.
"Brittany what happened?" Quinn questions.
Brittany explains to her how she finally got the courage to kiss Santana. She had been thinking about it almost all day, but when wasn't she? When they had their movie night, she promised herself she would do it tonight, and finally she did. She tells her about the song that was playing, how excited she was, and how Santana kissed her back! (She did kiss back, right?) Quinn tries to interrupt but she quickly continues. She tells her how Santana jumped back, the way she looked at her, the words, or word, she said, even how she tripped, and finally, how she ran away. Brittany couldn't hold back the tears anymore; the picture of Santana running away was too much. Was I completely wrong? Does she not like me at all?
"She just ran away?" Quinn asks.
Brittany sniffles and says, "Yeah."
"Damn that girl." Quinn mumbles, mostly to herself.
"Huh?"
"Britt, I know she likes you," Quinn informs. "She just sucks with feelings and getting what she wants."
Brittany wipes her face.
"She told you?"
"Well, no," Quinn begins. "But it's kind of obvious when I actually hear her talk about you."
Quinn tells her about the dream she tricked Santana into telling her about a few days ago.
Flashback:
"Ugh, my dreams are so weird." Quinn says.
"Oh come on," Santana says. "That wasn't even bad. Dreaming about Brittany p-"
Santana quickly cuts herself off. I fucking knew it!
"Go on." Quinn urges.
"Uh, I don't remember," Santana says. "It was nothing."
"Stop lying, you've been caught," Quinn says enthusiastically. "Now spill."
"I'm telling you, it was nothing!" Santana huffs.
"You wouldn't have said anything if it was nothing." Quinn argues.
There is no way I'm losing this conversation. Finally, Santana gives in and tells her about her dream.
"I told you it was nothing," Santana says. "Just her playing with my hand and stuff."
"Mhm." Quinn responds, unconvinced.
"That was it!" Santana says. "I told you everything I remember."
End Flashback.
"I'm actually kinda surprised I got her to tell me." Quinn says. "Not that my persuasion skills aren't awesome, but it's really difficult to get her to talk about you."
"I dunno." Brittany says, still sad and confused.
"Trust me," Quinn says. "I'm sure she feels the same."
"Okay, but what now?" Brittany asks.
Santana stumbles onto the grass. Somehow, she ended up at a club and spent a few hours there, and drank too much. Now she was trying to make her way back to her room. Her phone buzzed in her pocket again and shortly after it starts to ring.
"Heeeeeyyy." She answers, falling to the ground.
"Why the fuck haven't you been answering my calls?" Quinn barks.
Santana laughs and says, "I wash out having - having fun!"
"Are you drunk?" Quinn asks.
"Nooooo.." Santana lies.
Quinn starts talking again but Santana ignores her and focuses on a small figure walking around.
"J-jacks!" She shouts, gaining the girls attention.
"What?" Quinn says.
"Gosha go!" Santana blurts out, ending the call and shoving the phone into her pocket.
The little girl runs forward.
"Sanny!" Jackie shouts.
"Wh-what are you doing out here?" Santana asks as the girl walks into her arms.
"I was looking for Britty and when I opened the door Lord Tubbington ran out!" She cries. "I ran after him but I don't know where he went!"
"Lemme help you." Santana offers.
Jackie nods her head and back up so Santana can stand. Santana pushes herself up and only takes one step before she falls back to the ground.
"Sanny?" Jackie says wearily.
"I'm Shorry." She slurs.
The little girl looks at her with a frown.
"Sanny are you okay?" Jackie questions.
Santana doesn't answer so the girl tugs at her arm a little. Santana lets out a sad laugh.
"I-I want her, Jacks." Santana confesses.
"What?" Jackie says, completely confused.
"I always mess up." Santana says and Jackie continues to stare at her. "Can you just hold me?"
Jackie continues to stare in confusion but when the latina opens her arms she moves forward and wraps her arms around the older girl. Santana closes her eyes.
After searching for a little bit, Jackie finally finds Santana's phone and tries to call Brittany. She finally succeeds and the phone starts to ring. It doesn't take long for Brittany to answer.
"San?"
"Britty," Jackie whines. "Something's wrong with Sanny."
"Where are you?" Brittany asks quickly.
"Outside." Jackie answers.
Brittany rushes outside to find the two. She runs out front but doesn't see anyone so she goes the other way and spots two figures sitting in the grass. She runs faster.
"Britty!" Jackie shouts as Brittany approaches her.
"What happened?" Brittany asks, looking over the girls with concern.
Jackie explains to her that she spotted her when she came out and everything that happened. Brittany picks Santana up and carriers her back to the room with her sister by her side. Brittany removes Santana's shoes and puts her into bed before taking her sister back to the Pierce room. When they arrive at the door, Lord Tubbington is sleeping against it. Brittany slowly opens the door and he walks in with them. Brittany and Jackie talk briefly before Brittany heads back to her room.
When she gets back Santana is still fast asleep on the bed. Brittany climbs onto the bed and under the covers, positioning herself in front of Santana. She just lays there for awhile and soon begins stroking the latina's hair softly.
"Get in." Brittany instructs, motioning toward the bathtub.
Santana finishes swallowing her aspirin and slides off the counter. She looks at Brittany for a moment before she starts to remove her clothes. Brittany turns to give her some privacy. Santana drops her clothes in the hamper and slides past Brittany to step in the tub. Brittany looks up and catches Santana's eyes.
"I'll be watching tv if you need anything." Brittany says.
She turns to walk out of the bathroom but Santana catches her wrist. Brittany turns back and Santana's hand slides into hers, tugging lightly. Without saying anything she steps closer and lowers herself to the ground by the tub. They hold hands, resting their arms on the edge of the tub between them. Brittany leans her head on Santana's arm, slightly pushing her own into the water.
They haven't talked about anything that happened the night before. Santana just woke up to Brittany next to her. Brittany had told her to get up while handing her some aspirin and water, then walked into the bathroom to run the water. Santana hadn't said much, she was too busy feeling horrible and ashamed for how she had acted last night in front of the little girl. And most of all, wondering what Brittany was thinking. She didn't seem mad, she was just calm and started taking care of the latina as soon as she woke up.
Brittany lifted her head and started to release the latina's hand. Santana tightened her grip and her eyes shot open.
"I'll be right back," Brittany promised. "I need to get you something to eat."
Brittany smiled softly and leaned closer to place a soft kiss on Santana's forehead. She reluctantly released the blondes hand and watched her walk out of the bathroom. Why is she taking care of me? and being so nice? She was so confused, mostly because of this very girl, but all she wanted was for Brittany to be right by her side. She didn't want to admit it, but she craved the girls touch, her presence. Shortly after Brittany leaves, her phone begins to ring. She dries her hand the best she can and answers it.
"Hello?" She answers in a cracky voice; she clears her throat.
"Are you sober now?" Quinn asks seriously.
"Mhm." Santana replies, not really wanting to talk.
"Good,"Quinn says. "Now, what the fuck is your problem?"
"What?" She responds.
"Brittany told me." Quinn informs.
"I don't wanna talk about it." Santana says quickly.
"Too fucking bad," Quinn says, almost screaming. "You know you fucked up so let me help."
Santana can hear a faint voice in the background.
"Fuck you." She responds before hanging up.
Her phone rings again but she ignores it. A few minutes later Brittany walks back in with a bowl of soup in her hands. She returns to her spot by the tub and hands the bowl over to Santana. Brittany watches her as she eats.
"Why don't you go down and eat with everyone?" Santana questions.
"'Cause I'm here taking care of you." Brittany says.
Santana nods.
"Did you eat?" She asks.
"No." Brittany responds.
Santana moves the bowl between them and lifts the spoon to Brittany's mouth. Brittany takes the food, not removing her eyes from Santana's. Despite everything that happened the night before, and her being in naked in a bathtub, Santana smiles at the sight. She takes a spoonful for herself before offering another to Brittany, who smiles.
After they finish eating and Santana rests a bit longer, Brittany leaves the room to let Santana dry herself and get dressed.
"So are you feeling better?" Brittany asks when she sees Santana walking out of the bathroom.
"Yeah." Santana answers, walking closer.
"C-can I hug you?" She asks nervously.
"Of course." Brittany responds, opening her arms.
Santana walks forward into Brittany's arms, wrapping her own around the blondes neck. How can she make me feel so many different things? They stand there for a minute before Brittany breaks the silence.
"I better go find my parents, I haven't seen them today."
Santana squeezes tighter and mumbles to herself. I don't want to let you go.
"You can come." Brittany adds.
Santana shakes her head. Did last night really happen?
"You don't have to worry about Jackie," Brittany continues, knowing that it's bothering Santana. "She's not mad or anything, she still loves you."
Eventually, they release each other and Brittany leaves.
Santana mutes the tv and answers her phone after making sure it wasn't Quinn.
"Hey Puck." She greets.
"Hey." He greets.
"What's up?" She asks.
"Quinn told me," Puck replies. "Why haven't you talked to me?"
"Fuck, not you too." Santana huffs.
"I'm serious, we're best friends." He says. "We are supposed to tell each other about these things."
Puck usually doesn't try to talk about serious things with Santana. He knows she doesn't like it, and they usually stick with goofing around. That was usually Quinn's job, but he jumped in when he had to.
"Look, I get it. You don't like to talk." He says. "But I'm here for you and you know that."
"I don't need you bugging me about it too!" She yells back.
"Santana, you didn't even tell me anything!" He says. "And then Quinn comes and tells me all this shit, how do you think that makes me feel?"
Santana opens her mouth to respond but Puck continues.
"We always tell each other at least a little bit about what's going on." He says. "I would like to know what's going on with my best friend."
"I don't even know what's going on Puck!" She screams. "How am I supposed to explain it to anyone else?"
"Just try."
"No."
"Fine, don't talk to me, but stop being a baby and talk to Quinn." He says, not letting her reply before hanging up.
Not even two minutes later, her phone rings again. She stares at it. Why does everything have to be so complicated? Why can't I just be normal? Her phone beeps, informing her of a missed call. The silence only returns for a second before her phone starts ringing again.
"Hello?" She answers.
"Bout time you answer." Quinn says angrily.
"Whatever." Santana responds.
"Santana I know you're upset," Quinn says a little softer. "Let me help."
Santana momentarily stares at her free hand before continuing.
"We didn't talk about it," Santana says. "But she didn't seem mad, she just took care of me."
"She's confused," Quinn says. "She likes you, a lot."
How much have they been talking about it? Did she tell Quinn everything?
"I don't know what to do." Santana almost whispers.
A pause.
"You like her, too, don't you?" Quinn asks.
She opens her mouth but Quinn speaks again.
"And don't lie to me."
Santana thinks for a moment.
"I don't know." She says. "I like being with her."
"And... how did you feel about the kiss?" Quinn asks.
It was amazing. Until I ruined it. But I had to! Didn't I? It was wrong. Are we really talking about this? Her lips were amazing...
"You're thinking about it, aren't you?" Quinn teases.
"She's really amazing, Quinn." Santana says honestly.
"Aww, Santana's in-"
Santana cuts her off.
"Shut up," She demands. "You're supposed to be helping me."
"Okay," Quinn says. "Well now you need to fix it."
"But she didn't seem upset or anything earlier." Santana says.
Santana tells her a little bit about earlier, making sure to exclude the part about Brittany sitting by the tub.
"She's just a nice person." Quinn says. "And for some reason, she really likes your crazy ass. But you kinda rejected her, so now you have to fix it."
"How?" Santana asks.
Thoughts? Can you guys suggest some songs? I'm having trouble picking one. Also, sorry that this chapter is kinda short.