Started school. It ain't so bad. Whatever. I guess I'll be updating every weekend. Yup. Soooo, read review and enjoy. Yup. Sorry for any mistakes.
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Ringing at an ear-splitting volume, the fire alarm blared off in the school. Santana rolled her eyes, thoroughly annoyed at the sound before she stood up to file out of the room with the rest of the useless students. Brittany was already at her side before she could step outside the doors. They automatically linked pinkies as they always did.
Outside, the sky was a misty grey covered with looming clouds. What a day for a fire drill. Santana clung to her arms, shivering with the chilling breeze. This was not how she planned to start Elementary school. The sun was just out a moment ago. Brittany looked over at her, deep blue eyes filled with concern.
"Are you cold?" She asks as they walk onto the grass into an ordered line.
Santana scolds at the grass, not wanting to admit she is cold to Brittany. She got like that sometimes, wanting the blonde to think she's Superwoman or something amazing. The weather said otherwise.
"Yeah," she muttered in return, giving into the fact."No big deal."
Instantly, Brittany unzipped her over-sized hoodie. Santana watched her with an odd look, wondering what the girl was up to now. Brittany opened the cozy hoodie completely, gesturing for Santana to come closer. The Latina looked at her for a moment, seeking out hesitation. There was nothing to be found. At the time, none of the students even knew you could be homosexual; they simply thought you could be really close friends.
Not being capable of handling this cold weather any longer, Santana scooted into Brittany. She rested her head on the blonde's chest as Brittany wrapped them up together in her hoodie. Their proximity was unbelievable and Santana could feel her face heat up. She didn't know why and simply didn't question the funny feeling in her stomach at the time. She just stuck with the idea her and Brittany are best friends and that's what best friends do.
"Still cold?" Brittany murmurs, ducking her head towards Santana's ear.
A tingle ran up Santana's body as she lightly shakes her head against the blonde's flawless skin. Nothing could make her cold when she's against Brittany. The world is warm and loving when they're molded together.
Santana wakes up to a pestering headache. She has grown so tired of all these dreams and memories, completely exhausted at this point. Truly, she has gotten over Brittany. She had to eventually, looking at the cruel reality of it all, they would never be together. Not because they're both girl but because they have known each other for their whole life now. Relationships like that don't last; they never once had and they never will. Santana is used to accepting the horrible truths about life and has no problem with this one. Especially not since Brittany threw her out to the dogs when she left in the manner she had.
Glancing at the time, she almost falls over. It's nearly three o'clock. Where had the day gone? Not that she minded, today was her day off anyway. No better way to spend it than to sleep.
Remembering Quinn was supposed to call her, she gets up from her bed and grabs her cell phone from the dresser. Eleven missed calls. Santana's eyes go wide as she begins to wonder if she read that number right. Yup, eleven missed calls exactly. Dialing Quin's number, she taps her foot impatiently. There has to be something serious if Quinn would call her that many times in a day.
"Santana?"
"Quinn?" The Latina asks, a little worried over the distressed tone in the blonde's voice.
"You have to get here. I'm at the shoe store with Marissa," Quinn says before hesitating. "There is someone here to- see you."
Santana pauses a moment.
"Well, who?" She inquires.
"You have to come. It doesn't matter, it's just really important," Quinn blurts out.
"Fine. Don't get your panties in a knot, Fabray. I thought the shoe store was closed today?"
Quinn already hung up before Santana could get an answer. Santana didn't appreciate it but then again she didn't really care. Just waking up from a nice snooze has got her mind all boggled so she goes with the flow as well she can. She swaps her keys from the kitchen counter and heads out the door with her hair a mess. It's an off day, she doesn't give.
Swinging her weight into the car, Santana let's out a sigh and shoves the keys in the ignition. The car roars to life and she is already half way to the shoe store. By now, the drive there is routine for her. The traffic is horrendous though. Why did she drive again? Was this not New York City? Drumming her hands against the wheel, she licks her lips and prays for time to speed up. Surprises aren't her thing and neither is patience. What if it's a job offer?
Now nearly there, Santana relaxes her death grip on the wheel and slunches back as she steers. Her calm mood remained as she heard church bells faintly ringing. They echo that cryptic chime as it swims through her ears. She hates when they ring, it reminds her of that night. That was nearly a year ago now.
Santana glances at her wrist against the leather wheel. For some reason she had been expecting to see a bracelet there. Why would she though? She hadn't felt that way in what seems like forever. Shaking her head, she comes to her senses and parks outside the store.
Quinn and Marissa had been in the store all morning. They picked up Brittany at four o'clock and decided this would be a good place to get Santana locked in. The only problem now is there is almost no way Brittany can woo Santana at this point.
"Okay, how do you expect to do this?" Quinn finally asks Brittany, suddenly unsure of everything.
Brittany looks up at Quinn with confidence shining in her blue eyes.
"I had all this work done on me. I know- I know there's hope for me to walk again," Brittany states with a shaking voice. "The doctor said this was all he could do and now I would just have to wait. And check this out!"
Brittany takes a deep inhale before closing her eyes. She bites her teeth down together as if she's trying to lift a heavy weight. Quinn and Marissa don't have a clue what's going on until they see Brittany's leg shake slightly. Quinn's jaw all but dropped.
"BRITTANY! OH MY GOD!" She cries out in a joy, jumping in place like a little toddler soaring with excitement. "THIS IS AMAZING!"
Marissa watches in complete awe before clapping her hands and nodding her head with an amazed expression.
"Wow, I mean," she tries but can't find the words. "That's so awesome. I think you're really getting somewhere, Brittany. Honestly."
Brittany's smiles brightly and nods her head. She really has come so far. At first she thought it was all for dancing- and it mostly was. But what she really wants is to dance with Santana, walk on the beach with her, give her piggyback rides, and just so much more.
"Yeah," Brittany whispers. "I really hope Santana doesn't hate me..."
Brittany knows well what Santana felt the day she left. She knows when you leave Santana there is no going back. Her walls build up and never fall. That's why Brittany is going out on a whim now. It's happened so many times to the poor girl, only Brittany has ever been the one to stay with her through thick and thin. Nothing could take her away from Santana. Or so she thought.
Quinn and Marissa couldn't find a response to Brittany's whimpers. They don't know how Santana will react to seeing the girl again, but they did know how she reacted to her leaving. They can only hope for the best.
Marissa began to break out with hoarse coughs as she covered her mouth with her sleeves. Quinn watches carefully, Brittany the same. The girl is clearly in horrible condition. She looks worse than she's ever been. Maybe she will get some help after everything ends up okay.
"You alright?" Quinn asks, cringing a little.
Marissa coughs a little more before nodding her head in assurance. She offers a weak smile.
"Yeah, I'm good. I'm fine. A little dizzy, that's all."
Suddenly, they hear the front door bells chime, indicating someone has entered the store. Indicating Santana has entered the store.
Santana pulls the door open, letting it close behind her as she walks in. It's rather dark with only a few dim lights emitting their somber yellow rays. They seem more like old street lights than lights in a store. Santana notes she needs to get new bulbs.
"Quinn?" She calls out, peering around. "Did you find Marissa?"
There's no answer. She simply thinks Quinn is looking through the shoes in the back again. Walking to the back door, she pulls out her keys and unlocks it. The back room is just a wide open space with all shoes on the walls. It's nice to chill back there when days are excessively slow.
Santana opens the door, feeling a slight chill run down her spine.
"Quinn?" She calls out in the dimly lit room, before turning to look to the side.
Her heart stops. Her dark eyes go wide. Her roesy red lips slightly part. She can hardly feel her legs, they're trembling terribly. She can hear her heart pulse in her ear. The blood running through her veins feels like it's all stopped at once. Her mouth begins to dry.
There, directly across from her, sits Brittany in her wheelchair. Her watery blue eyes are gazing into Santana's. Santana can hardly believe it. Those blue eyes she sang Songbird to. Those blue eyes she pushed away when they chose Artie over her. Those blue eyes she gazed into as they were being pulled from her into an ambulance that winter's night. Those blue eyes she got lost in when she woke up in a hospital bed to her beautiful presence in this world. Those blue eyes that lit up when they snuck out to the arcade and played the games as if they were mind-washed. Those blue eyes she would anxiously wait to see again when Brittany goes out on vacations.
Those fucking blue eyes that gave her a partner when everyone else was repulsed by her.
Those fucking blue eyes that displayed fireworks in them as they gazed up at the sky, high in the air on a ferris wheel.
Those fucking blue eyes that Santana fled from when they left her broken and scattered.
"S- Santana," Brittany began, choking out her words as she let her tears stream freely down her cheeks. "You look- beautiful..."
Santana couldn't speak a word; her whole vocabulary drained from her brain. She thought maybe she was in a dream at first. Maybe she just drank a little too much. Or maybe she is simply going insane.
Brittany attempted to wheel towards her but Santana backed up against the wall as remotely far as she could. She nearly stumbled upon her own feet in the process but she did it with success. The only thing on her mind was getting away from Brittany. Far, far away from Brittany. The girl's sudden appearance slapped her like a brick wall and she isn't enjoying one moment of it. She isn't going to be weak. Santana Lopez is a fierce bitch and independent girl.
"You left me," she lowly growls, trying not to let her uncontrollable side take over.
Brittany's eyes are pleading now but Santana doesn't buy it.
"I-"
"SAVE IT, Brittany," Santana spits, cutting off the helpless girl. "There's nothing to talk about. I am leaving. Good fucking bye."
Santana reaches for the door knob. It won't move. She tries to open it again. It still won't move. She grows enraged, tugging and hitting it with her fist.
"What the fuck? OPEN THE DOOR!"
Her sight is beginning to spin as her mind swims. She could hear Brittany moving towards her but she tries not to acknowledge it. Then it becomes too much. She can smell Brittany's citrus aroma. She can practically taste it now. This is all too much for her to take. Brittany was the world to her. She was her safe haven, her sunshine, her lover. No one has ever been closer than her and Brittany. This was all happening too fast.
Then Santana feels a soft, gentle hand on hers.
Everything goes black.