So, this chapter is a bit of a filler, I like writing Brittany/Laura scenes. I hope it doesn't bore you, I'm already working on the next chapter. I'm sorry for the typos in previous chapters. Thank you for everything. :)
Chapter 14 – Never Let Me Go
Getting a warrant to search Lauren's house was easy after what she said. Easier than taking me out of that room without doing something stupid. My luck was that Rory, also known as leprechaun, was watching the whole thing on the other room and as soon as Lauren opened his mouth he raced to our room so he could grab my arms while Blaine tackled me. Other officers came in to take Sizes to her cell where she would be safe from me.
After that, I demanded Sylvester to let me take part of the search but she didn't allow me. Both Puck and I were compromised so Dave and Blaine where the ones assigned to go. All it was left for us to do was to wait patiently as we bit our nails raw. I locked myself in the bathroom at some point just to shut everything off. I needed peace of mind most of all.
It was really hard to stop myself from thinking about the worse, I tried to brace myself for the worse news but it was impossible. Puck was even more lost and desperate, he blamed himself. His carelessness towards Sizes, he thought, was what made Quinn vulnerable to her wrath.
I'm lost in my thoughts when I hear my phone ringing. It's Brittany and just reading the name makes my heart a little lighter. I could really use some light here.
"Hey" – She's quieter than usual, with an unspoken "is this okay?" hanging in her tone.
"Thank God you called, I'm going mad here. I need you to ground me." I whisper back at her and I hope she hears it, I don't think i'm going to have the strength to repeat if she needs it.
"Baby what's wrong? Did you find Quinn?"
"No, but we've got the bastard that did this to her. She says Quinnie is alive but she'll leave if we don't get there soon. And I'm stuck, Britt. I'm stuck here while Blaine and Dave try to find clues at this person's appartment and it's driving me insane. They didn't let me go with them. What can I do? The wait is killing me." I stutter and only stop talking so I can breathe.
"Be patient my dear, your friends will find something I'm sure. And you are smart, you will find the clues you need. You just need to be strong for a bit more and you are the strongest person I know. You can do this Santana, I know you can. And when this is over it will just feel like a nightmare. In the meanwhile, you need to keep going for Quinn but when you get back I'll cover you with kisses and find more pleasant ways to get rid of all that anxiety."
I chuckle for the first time in hours, if anyone could get me smiling in this darkest hour, it would be Britt.
"How's Laura? Is she asleep?"
"She's getting ready right now, your mother told me it's already past her bedtime hour but she's a bit stressed so I tried to keep her entertained with games until she got rid of all that energy and started yawning."
"I can never thank you enough for doing this. I can't express how grateful I am, it's like you entered my life yesterday and already you have to deal with this shit. I'm so sorry, it's like you came in at the wrong time in the wrong moment." Before I realise, I let out a sniffle.
"Actually, I see it the other way around. I believe that fate has laid a hand and I came in just about the right time. The reason I called you is because I'm dead worried about it and I started thinking how if I didn't went to that dinner Sam invited me to you'd have to go through this alone. It was breaking my heart, I don't ever want to leave you to deal with this sort of things alone. I'll always be there for you, I want you to know. Even if this doesn't work out for us, okay? I mean it."
"You know you are doing it wrong? You should try to get away from me as fast as you can, while you can. Not console me!" My words are harsher than she deserves, I just don't understand how can I deserve someone so good even when she sees what my life is in it's worst hour.
"I'm not running away and I'm hoping you don't try to run away to spare me of all of this. That would be a very Santana Lopez thing to do! Don't give me shit okay? I love you, I'm not going anywhere get that on your thick skull or I'll tattoo my name over your heart or some psycho stuff like that." She says in mocking seriously and I can't help but laugh.
"And here I was, thinking you just wanted me for my body."
"The body in the uniform, to be honest. I've kind of have a police/criminal fantasy. You'd be the police and I'd be handcuffed to the bed, obviously." In the middle of all this drama and uncertainty and the fear for my friend, my brain still finds 3 seconds to picture all that and it does look hot.
I hear sounds on the phone and my daughter speaks in the background, Brittany is telling her to get dressed because she's apparently running around the house naked after her bath.
"Excuse me, officer. Your daughter is refusing to dress her pjs, that are the cutest thing I've ever seen. " Brittany gets up and I hear them talking. I could live like this, listening to this two negotiating cute home life stuff. I know I'm getting ahead of myself but I'm just enjoying the little bit of warmth they give me.
"Momma, I'm gonna ask BrittBritt to sing me a song like you do."
I strain to hear Brittany in the background telling her to get inside the covers, I hear as she lays down beside Laura and gets the phone from her.
"What songs do you usually sing to her?"
"Just whatever song I'm enjoying at the moment. It can go from Thong song to Someone like you. She doesn't really care for kids songs."
"Well I was listening to one of Florence and the machine called Never Let me Go."
"I love it, do you think you can leave the phone on while you sing?"
"Sure thing." By her tone, I know she's smiling and I think I can never be more in love with her than I am now. "I'm gonna start now, okay. I love you. Please tell me how things are going?"
"Okay" I chuckle yet again when she fakes vocal warming exercises and I hear Laura's laugh top everything telling her to stop.
Looking out from underneath,
Fractured moonlight on the sea
Reflections still look the same to me,
As before I went under.
I lean against the ceramic and close my eyes, holding out to the peaceful way she's singing it. Her soft voice is like a balsam to both my old wounds and the new.
And it's peaceful in the deep,
Cathedral, where you cannot breathe,
No need to pray, no need to speak
Now I am under, Oh.
She interrupts to say "this is kind of sad, i'm sorry, i didn't think about it. do you want me to change the song?"
"No, BrittBritt, that song is pretty. Momma likes it too." Laura says and her voice is already coated with sleep. I hear Brittany's giggles and she gets back to it.
And it's breaking over me,
A thousand miles onto the sea bed,
Found the place to rest my head.
And before I stop myself I'm singing it along and my voice gains strength when the chorus comes and I sing like my life depends on it.
Never let me go, never let me go.
Never let me go, never let me go.