Disclaimer: Do not own Glee, but I do own Janet and Jeff.
Chapter Fourteen
Santana turned to her side to see Brittany who was asleep. Santana sighed heavily and remembered getting drunk and making out with Brittany the previous night. They were fresh on her mind. She was cursed with being able to recall what she had done when she was intoxicated.
Santana's friendship with Brittany was becoming complicated. First, Brittany kissed Santana while she was drunk. It was written off as an accident. Then the almost kiss between them in the dressing room. Then Santana was drunk and kissed Brittany. What have I done? I have to find a way to take that kiss back.
Brittany woke up. "Good morning," Brittany said with a sleepy smile.
"Morning, Brit." There has to be an easy way to rip off the band aid.
Brittany looked at Santana. "A-are you okay?" asked a concerned Brittany. I wonder if she remembers the kiss. Santana nodded. Brittany was unconvinced by the statement. "San, w-we need to talk." Santana scowled not wanting to think about the kiss anymore. "About the kiss last night…"
"Oh yeah," Santana said attempting to be nonchalant. "The kiss." Brittany nodded. "I w-was drunk. It didn't mean anything." Brittany nodded sadly. It might have meant something to Brit from her nod. "C-can we go back to the way we were?" Santana gave Brittany a pleading look.
Brittany frowned. "I wish I could say we could, but we can't." Santana furrowed her eyebrows. "The kiss meant something to me." Santana stood quiet. Brittany sighed knowing their friendship was faltering. "I wished it meant the same to you." Brittany was dejected. I thought it might.
"I'm sorry, Brit. But it's just a crush." It will go away, right? Brittany shook her head no. Santana gave Brittany a questioning look.
Brittany took a deep breath. It's now or never. "It's not just a crush. I… I'm in l-love with you." Brittany paused. "I love you, Santana." A smile formed on Brittany's face.
Santana was stunned by the confession. It was not the first time that someone told her that they loved her. It was the first time by a girl. "Brit, I…I…" Santana bit her bottom lip trying to figure out how to respond. "I… I don't feel that way about you. I wished I did." Santana looked away and her voice cracked as she said, "I'm n-not in love with y-you." Why did it hurt so much to say that?
Brittany forced Santana to look at her. Santana avoided looking at Brittany. I don't believe her. "Why didn't you look at me when you told me?" asked an unconvinced Brittany.
"I… I don't know," Santana lied. I don't want to see the pain I caused you. Tears began to slide down Santana's cheeks. The tears were hitting the sheets. Santana looked down and wiped away her tears.
"I do." The statement caused Santana to look at Brittany. "I know that you're scared."
Santana looked at Brittany in disbelief. "I'm not scared!" Santana protested. I don't get scared. Santana got up from Brittany's bed. She began walking around Brittany's room. Brittany was watching her. "I don't love you. I'm straight, Brittany!"
Brittany stood up. She prevented Santana from moving any further. "It's okay to be scared." Brittany took Santana's hand and held it. Santana stared at their hands. She pulled her hand away from Brittany's. Brittany was hurt.
I… I have to get out of here. "I'm not like you, Brit." Santana stormed out of Brittany's room. She ignored Brittany pleading for Santana to come back. Brittany broke down into tears that she had been holding in.
Santana was about to head downstairs and saw Mrs. Pierce. "Where are you headed?" Mrs. Pierce asked with curiosity.
"H-home, Mrs. Pierce."
Mrs. Pierce shook her head. "She really cares about you, Santana."
Santana sighed. "I really care about her, too. I just…"
"I misjudged you."
"I'm not a lesbian." Santana bit her lip. "Tell Brittany I'm sorry." Santana ran down the stairs and left the house.
Mrs. Pierce walked into Brittany's room. She saw Brittany hugging herself. Mrs. Pierce walked towards her daughter and hugged her. Tears continued to fall down Brittany's face.
Tbc…