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Hey guys. Thanks for everyone who is still reading and following. I'm glad you are enjoying the story. From the last chapter as you could tell things will be moving forward from here on out so things will get more exciting and intense between the girls. Here is the next chapter. I hope you enjoy it :)

Chapter Fourteen

The room she was sitting in was occupied with a bunch of other people. She was quite nervous but she knew she had to be here. Ever since she had touched Santana things had been definitely more intense between the both of them. Brittany found herself wanting to touch Santana more and she knew that Santana wanted the same but they had to take things slow. She didn't see why Santana stayed and didn't g and find someone else who can give her the things she wants but Brittany's glad she had her. Someone who understood her and could communicate with her. She even helped Brittany find a therapist who knew sign language to make things easier for her. Plus it was that or she would be sat in a room for ages not saying or doing anything and that option didn't sound too fun. She told Santana and Rachel not to come with her so she could do this herself since this was something she had to get over on her own without someone telling her what to do. It was the only way she would get over this.

"Brittany Pierce to room 18."

She stood up and walked through the doors walking into the therapists office. It was quite big and the walls were a nice shade a beige. There was a sofa against the wall with a table in front of it and another seat on the other side of the table where the therapist was sitting. She looked friendly at least.

"Hi." Brittany signed whilst walking into the room. "I'm Brittany S. Pierce."

"Hello, Brittany. I'm Dr Parker and I am your therapist." The therapist responded with a smile on his face. "Please. Take a seat." He added gesturing to the sofa in front of him. Brittany nodded and sat down across from him looking at her fingers.

"Okay Brittany, I know that it will be hard for you to talk about things. It is always hard when you go to your first therapy session, but I want you to know that no matter what you tell me, it won't leave this room. You can trust me." Dr Parker assured her. Brittany looked at him and nodded and took a deep breath.

"Well I can't touch people and I can't talk." Brittany began moving her hands looking down as she does so. "I...I haven't since I was between six and seven."

"Do your parents help you?"

Brittany shook her head. Ha, next joke. When did they ever do anything good for her? "No. They have struggled with helping me so they just gave up. I replied a lot on my best friend growing up."

Dr Parker took down some notes whilst Brittany spoke. "You mean relied? And who is your best friend?"

"Yeah, that." Brittany nodded and smiled looking at the therapist. "And my best friend is Rachel."

"Why don't you tell me about her?" Dr Parker suggested. He wanted to ease the girl in front of him into therapy since it was her first time visiting him. It was the same for every patient and he understood how hard it was for people to come to therapy but if he could open her up enough to trust him, he could then find out what was actually going on in the blonde's head.

"Well her name is Rachel Berry, she is kinda short and she is eighteen. She's loads of fun and I love spending time with her. She's on the football team at school and her girlfriend is Quinn Fabray. She's really smart too!" Brittany explained happily with her movements showing how happy she was. The therapist smiled at the girl's response.

"That's great. How long have you known her?"

"Umm since I was in kindergarten I think." Brittany said nodding. "Yeah I think it was around that time."

Dr Parker wrote down the things she was saying so he could get an overview of who she was as a person. It was important he knew who was important to her and who would possibly be supporting her.

"Is there anyone else who you look up to for support?"

"Santana," Brittany said without hesitation. "She's my number one support right now since Rachel is with her girlfriend."

The therapist smiled. "How does she support you?"

"Well she spends time with me, doesn't make me talk and she just gives me confidence," Brittany explained smiling, "and..umm...the other day I touched her and I've not touched anyone since I was seven."

"That must have been a big step for you." Dr Parker says. "What made you want to do that?"

"I've always wanted to since I met her, but right then I knew that it was now or never so I went for it and even though I was terrified, I wanted to do it. I like her, a lot, and I wanted to feel her skin and see what it felt like." Brittany admitted blushing looking down smiling into her lap.

Dr Parker smiled. "So you want her to be your girlfriend?"

Brittany nods. "I do. She is just someone I really want to be with, but before I can do that I need to sort out my no talking and my Haphephobia."

The therapist nodded in agreement. "That makes sense and you're right. Having a relationship now wouldn't be the best idea since you would feel bad over the fact that you can't touch them, hold their hand or kiss them. But I want you to know that I will; be here to help you. I'm not giving up on you and before you know it, you will be able to touch people again and speak to them." Dr Parker assured Brittany smiling.

She smiled back and nodded. "Thank you. That's all I could ask for."

"But just so you are aware this will be a hard process. Speaking after so long and being able to have someone touch you is hard but with the support of me and your friends I assure you, you will get through this." The therapist told her leaning forward slightly cupping his hands looking at the blonde. "If at any time you want to bring Rachel or Santana along, don't worry about asking me. Just bring them along and we will continue your session like usual."

Brittany nodded. "You're not going to ask me about my past are you?"

"Not until you are ready to. It is on your terms."

Nodding in agreement, Brittany looked at the therapist. "No pressure?"

"No pressure at all."

Brittany nodded and looked down at her hands. She was glad there was no pressure to talk because she wasn't in the mood to talk about what happened. It was hard enough when she had to go through it once but talking about it? No. She couldn't. Not yet.

"Am I allowed to leave when I want to?" Brittany asked looking at her hands whilst she signed to the therapist.

"Of course. We are doing this by what you want." Dr Parker said looking at Brittany. "We won't talk about anything hard today. I don't want to overwhelm you."

The blonde nods and looks up. "Can you tell me that my parents love me?"

The therapist looks at the blonde with a sad expression on his face. "I'm sure they do love you even if they don't show it."

"Then tell me this. Why did they never attempt to learn sign language so they could communicate with me?" Brittany asked looking the therapist straight in the eye "Why do they not bother to try most of the time but when they do try they just mess everything up? Why?"

Dr Parker kept silent not knowing how to respond. Brittany nodded her head.

"Yeah. Just what I thought."

"How about we end the session today and I see you next week?" Dr Parker suggested sensing the blonde's anger. She nodded and got up picking her bag up.

"When do I see you next?" Brittany asked after putting her bag over her shoulder.

"Next week. Same time and place."

Brittany nods and walks out of the room. She wiped her eyes as tears started to fall. She didn't even know why she was so close to crying but she never cried in public. She didn't like the fact that anyone can see you and she knew someone would try and comfort her which included them touching her and she didn't like that. Brittany walked out of the building and towards her house. She thought about stopping at the park to feed the ducks to calm herself but she didn't want to do that. Everyone else was at school anyway but when she told Sam about wanting to go to therapy she got permission from the head teacher to get the day off so she could. It was nice of her to do and she's glad she did because she couldn't face anyone right now.

Brittany walked into the house closing the door behind her. She felt physically and mentally exhausted from the session and all she wanted to do was lie down. She didn't want to talk about the sessions with anyone until she was fully ready. This was her decision because most of the things are private and she didn't want anyone knowing just yet. She walked up the stairs to her room locking the door behind her. She didn't want her parents walking in whilst she was sleeping is she always locked the door. Brittany fell right onto the bed face first and cuddled into her pillow and before she knew it, she had fallen asleep.

20th November 2003

Brittany had been awake for a while just laying in bed. It was unfair how her mum and dad had split the both her and Zack up but apparently they had to so they could get changed separately. Even though they didn't sleep in the same room anymore, she still liked sneaking in there sometimes to sleep next to him. They were twins so they had such an awesome connection which Brittany loved. Zack was her favourite person to play with and he always played what she wanted, but sometimes Brittany let him play what he wanted so it was fair. Brittany got up out of her bed and went to her door opening it slowly peaking out to see if her parents were around. Once she saw they weren't she tiptoed to Zack's room. She was so excited to tell stories with him. She opened his door quietly looking inside.

"Zack?" Brittany whispered walking inside. "It's me, Brittany. I missed you so I thought I'd come and-"

Brittany couldn't finish what she was saying because on the floor, was her brother. He had red liquid around him which she guessed was blood. She walked up to his body in shock. Was he still breathing? He had to be. Zack wouldn't leave her by herself because they made a pinkie promise to be in each other's lives forever. Brittany knelt beside the body of her brother feeling tears roll down her face. She saw a baseball bat beside his body with blood on it and to Brittany, it looked like someone hit him over the head since his head was bleeding. Why didn't she hear him scream though? She looked at his body and saw a hole in his chest. Had someone hurt him? Why would someone do that? Brittany was actually quite smart when it came to other people which is how she knew something was wrong. He always responded to her.

"Z-Zack?" Brittany whimpered trying to keep her tears in. "Are you awake? I want to tell you a story. P-Please talk to me."

When he didn't answer Brittany burst into tears. Someone had hurt him and she had no idea who it was. She looked down at him seeing blood everywhere and from watching the doctor shows when her mummy and daddy weren't looking, she could tell the hole in his chest was a knife hole. People weren't supposed to use them on people unless they were in hospital. Her mummy told her that. She heard the door open behind her and a soft voice coming from her dad.

"Pumpkin? Come to daddy."

Brittany shook her head too upset to move. "He...he didn't...answer me daddy. Zack always answers me!"

She felt her dad pick her up and hug her. Brittany cuddled into him right away crying into his chest. What was wrong with her brother? She wanted to help him. She needed to. He needed to wake up and talk to her again. Why wasn't he talking to her? She didn't understand what was going on. She needed her twin brother to play with. Who was she going to play with if he wasn't around?

"Britty I know it's hard to do but we need to leave the room okay? Some people are coming to get him to help him."

"No!" Brittany shouted crying. "I need to be with him! I need to look after him!"

"Ssh darling. It's okay. Come on. Come to mummy and daddy's room, okay?"

"No I want to tell Zack a story! I came to see him to tell him a story and I want to tell him it!"

Brittany cried into her daddy's chest and stop struggling to get down after a while. All she could think about was her brother's body covered in blood. She wanted to make him better but she knew she couldn't. She might not see him ever again.

February 2013

Brittany shot up from the bed sweating and panting. She hadn't had that dream in a while and she hated it. She wiped her face and looked around the room happy that no one was there. She fell back and put her hand on her head. Why did she had to remember that memory so graphically? Who would want to see their brother's death over and over again? Brittany shook her head and got up. She clicked on her phone's screen to see the time and saw that Santana and Rachel had text her. She opened the messages first looking at the one from Santana.

From Santana: Hey Britt I just wanted to see if therapy went well. I missed you today. Is it okay if we meet later? Xx

She smiled then opened the one from Rachel.

From Rachel: Hey. How was therapy today? I thought about you all day. I know that it must have been hard and you probably fell asleep when you got back so just text me when you can xx

Brittany was glad she had friends like these. At her old school she didn't have anything like this which proved how much better her life is now than it was when she was back at the other school. She wiped the sweat off her face with a towel that was hanging on the side then replied to the messages.

To Santana: Hey thanks for checking if I'm alright. Therapy was draining so I fell asleep when I got home. I'm all up for hanging out :) xx

To Rachel: Hey Rachie! Therapy was draining so you're right in saying I would have fallen asleep because I did. Thanks for thinking about me. I'm okay though xx

Brittany sent the messages then stood up from the bed and went to get a shower. It was where she did all her thinking and plus, she couldn't get disturbed. She loved feeling the water hit her body after a stressful day like this one. She knew she'd have to catch up with her work but she didn't mind. She hated work but as long as she had someone to help her, she'd always be fine with doing it. She wasn't lazy in the slightest which was why teachers at this school liked her. She didn't give up.

Brittany got out of the shower feeling refreshed and not so sleepy anymore. She walked into the bedroom and dried her hair and body before picking some fresh clothes out to wear She liked things new when she had a shower even if she had worn clothes the entire day then had a shower. T was because she liked the refreshed feeling it gave her. She put some clothes on then started to dry her hair when she heard her phone buzz signalling she had a message. She walked over to see Santana had text her.

From Santana: I'm glad it went well. How about we meet at the park? Xx

To Santana: That would be great. See you in 15minutes :) xx

From Santana: Why so long? :( xx

To Santana: Just had a shower and I need to dry my hair :) xx

From Santana: The thoughts going through my head now ;) xx

To Santana: You perv! :P xx

From Santana: I resent that accusation. See you soon :) xx

Brittany laughed and plugged her hair dryer in and dried her hair. She couldn't wait to see Santana but she knew she would want to know what happened but she did tell herself she wouldn't tell anyone. It was her life so it was her decision and since she wanted to keep this to herself for now, she was going to keep it that way. Brittany finished drying her hair making it presentable then grabbed her bag and walked out going to see Santana. She was looking forward to seeing her since she hadn't seen her all day so she walked to a bench and sat down. She felt someone whisper in her ear. She knew who it was instantly but it didn't mean the shiver that ran down her spine was less intense.

"I missed you today."

Brittany smiled watching Santana sit beside her turning to her crossing her legs on the bench.

"Hey you."

Brittany smiled turning her body to face Santana's. "Hey San. How was school?"

"Urgh don't get me started. It sucked. You are usually there to entertain me and you weren't." Santana groaned then pouted at Brittany. "I had to deal with Rachel being my entertainment and it didn't work because she was more interested in Quinn."

"Well I'll try to get my next therapy sessions outside school." She smiled in reply looking at her hands then back at Santana. "Listen, I know you want to know what happened but I want to keep it to myself for now. It's hard enough having to go to therapy but I don't want to have to explain it to someone when I get home."

The Latina nodded in understanding. Of course Brittany wouldn't want to talk about something as private as her therapy sessions and she didn't expect her to. When she heard Brittany had gone to sleep for a bit she understood that it would have been draining. Brittany watched the Latina whilst she thought and she couldn't help but think she was cute. Adorable even.

"I totally get it. I don't expect you to either. I'll be here for you whenever you need me. I won't push you."

Brittany smiled gratefully. She was glad no one was going to push her to talk. She couldn't have that since she knows it wouldn't help her in the slightest.

"I want to get better. I know I can and I have touched you just like I have always wanted to. I want to work on touching people first before I get to speaking. But I do want to tell you something." Brittany explained looking right into Santana's eyes.

Santana couldn't look away. Those eyes were so captivating and she made sure to keep eye contact. She usually sucked at it but today, she kept it. God Brittany's eyes were gorgeous. She smiled. "Okay? What do you want to tell me?"

Brittany took a deep breath and looked at her. "Santana I want to be with you. Not right now because I know it's not practical with what's going on with me, but I do want to be with you eventually. I want to be able to hold your hand, kiss you, cuddle with you amongst other things, but first I need to get through this therapy. I know it's not going to be easy but I do want that. That is...if you want that too."

Santana was speechless. She couldn't believe what Brittany had just confessed and it was the one thing she had been wanting to hear from the blonde. She smiled and looked at Brittany happily. She knew nothing could take down her happiness when it was as high as it was now. Brittany wanted to be with her. As in girlfriends. She felt like right now was a dream but she knew it wasn't. How did this girl in front of her make her feel so amazing so quickly?

"I want all of that too," Santana confessed looking down then back up, "I want that so much."

Brittany smiled. "I'm glad. I know it won't be easy, and you know that too, but we can get through this. I'm going to work on not being afraid of touching you and vice versa. It's a start and even though it will take a while, we'll get there."

Brittany smiled at the Latina knowing she had made her happy. She had no idea where the confidence came from to tell her but she'd glad she could finally admit it. At least from here on out they would both be able to see where they were going to end up. It was a good place for them to be too since they had something to work towards and that definitely applied to her more than Santana.

"I know we will. I can't wait to finally do all those things." Santana smiled standing up. "Okay so how about we go for a walk?"

Brittany nodded and stood up walking through the park with Santana. They didn't have to say anything but both of them knew that the conversation was a step in the right direction. Plus hearing the other say that they want to be with them too was pretty amazing to hear.

"So your birthday is coming up in a couple of days..." Santana began looking at the blonde.

"Yes it is." Brittany said smirking knowing what she was going to ask. "What about it?"

"I haven't got a clue what to get you. What do you want?" Santana asked.

Brittany laughed in amusement. She knew Santana was going to ask this but the thing is that she didn't actually know what she wanted.

"I actually have no idea. There isn't anything that I want. I have everyone around me that I need and that in itself is good enough for me."

Santana groaned and Brittany couldn't help but giggle in amusement. She was cute but she would be the same if roles were reversed.

"I will have to guess now," Santana admitted pouting.

"Santana I just want to see you on my birthday and that alone is good enough for me." Brittany told her with a smile on her face. "Stop worrying. You'll get wrinkles."

Santana looked at her and laughed. "You are adorable. Just amazing."

Brittany blushed and shrugged her shoulders. They continued to walk through the park until they came to a fountain. Brittany got excited and ran towards the fountain with Santana following behind her.

"What's so great about this, Britt?" Santana asked confused.

"Santana how can you not know?" Brittany asked looking at her shocked. "You make a wish and flip a coin into it and it will come true."

"Britt you do realise that-" Santana began but stopped herself when she saw how excited and happy the blonde was. She smiled and shook her head getting two coins out of her pocket giving one to Brittany and walking up to the fountain. Brittany smiled and closed her eyes making a wish then flipped the coin into the water. She watched Santana do the same who then turned to look at her afterwards.

"What did you wish for?" Santana asked curiously.

Brittany shook her head. "We can't tell each other! It won't come true and I made an awesome wish and it has to come true!"

Santana put her hands up in defence. "Okay. Come on."

Brittany nodded and walked away from the fountain. What neither of them knew is that both of them had made the exact same wish. They both looked at each other and smiled.

"I wish for Santana to be my girlfriend."

"I wish for Brittany to be my girlfriend."

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