GoatAteMyMoney: Yeah, I thought about that. Haha I like your love for werewolf!Santana. Soon :)
Ronnie .xo: I thought about it for awhile and then finally decided to just make it a dream - I couldn't do that to her. No, I tell you, it was a horrible sight. That's what I was thinking of... you jumping up and hitting your head on the spinning fan (I pretty much always have mine on). Poor best friend, is your head okay? I'm sorry I caused you to hit your head :( I can't stay mad at you, best friend. It totally does... and I have to go in, let's see, like 7 hours? And I totally forgot to do my math. No lies, but whatever you say... just be warned. I'm glad I made your afternoon better and I've been in kind of a shitty mood these past two days but now I can go to sleep feeling better because of you talking to me :) (I am currently not really supposed to be up, but I must reply to you and put this chapter up!) Well, Best friend... since we are, in fact, best friends, I feel that you should know my name. It's kind of obvious because of my username, but anyways, my name is Amanda. Also, I hope you enjoy this chapter :)
Mystica375: I know it wasn't much, but there will be more. I'm sorry that you didn't understand them, but don't say sorry, it's fine.
Do vd Graaf: I'm glad you forgive me, I tried to get this chapter done. Haha sorry for the confusion, but yeah... it's kind of gross and I guess it's bad that it makes me laugh every time I think about it. Thank you, I'm happy to hear that you think so :)
kml2355: Yeah, I thought about it for awhile, trying to decide to make it real or not... but I couldn't do that to her. On that last version, someone said that they thought of Santana marking her, or something like that, and that made me think of this.. so I did it :P I'm glad somebody liked them :P None in this, and I'm not sure if I'll try to do 'em again or not. Anyways, hope you like the chapter.
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Santana's POV
The brightness in the room causes me to close my eyes as soon as I open them. Slowly, I open them again. Brittany's in front of me still, but facing me now and awake. She smiles.
"Hey." My voice comes out raspy. I notice Brittany's hand on my cheek as she moves her thumb slowly. She leans forward, pressing her lips to mine in a gentle kiss.
"How'd you sleep?" She asks.
I smile and put my hand over hers. "Good." Brittany turns her hand over and grabs mine, pulling it down between us. She starts playing with my fingers and I ask, "What about you?"
"Good," She says. Her blue eyes stay locked on mine, and I can't stop smiling. I'm definitely asking her tonight.
Her smile helps a little, but I still feel bad for yesterday. "I'm sorry about yesterday."
"It's okay," She says. "Just... try not to do it again."
"I don't do good with Britt-withdrawal." Brittany laughs.
We lie there for a few minutes and then I say, "It's early. Why are we up?"
The Douches aren't at the table for breakfast, which I'm happy about. The less I see them around the better. I'm back at the other end of the table between Brittany and Quinn because even though I like sitting by Puck, the seating arrangements work out better when I'm over here.
Quinn leans over and says, "I heard about last night."
"About Kurt?" I question.
Quinn nods, and Brittany says, "What happened with Kurt?"
Kurt, apparently having heard the conversation, tells Brittany about how I helped him last night.
Brittany grins at me and I just roll my eyes, even though I'm kind of happy. Having at her look at me like that makes me feel good.
Brittany's POV
It's kind of weird that we haven't left the house since we've been here, but it hasn't been bad. I'm excited that we're finally going somewhere, though.
"Have fun, guys," Will tells us as we head out the door.
"We'll take care of your car," Quinn says. Santana, Sugar, Quinn, Rachel, Kurt, and I are the only ones going. I think we're planning on going again soon with everybody, though. And I think the only reason they're not going this time is because Will's car isn't big enough for all of us; Shannon and Shelby have bigger cars but they aren't around today.
It's not even big enough for us, really. Quinn's driving, Rachel's in the passenger seat, Santana behind her, Sugar in the middle and Kurt on the other side. I get to sit in Santana's lap which, really, isn't a bad thing.
Santana's arms are around my waist as her chin rests on my shoulder. We're parked at the mall, but Santana and I wait until everyone else is out of the car before we follow.
We hold hands as we walk toward the building, going in through Sears.
"Okay," Quinn says. "Call us when you're ready to go and we'll meet back here." Santana lets go of my hand.
I frown at her and say, "We're not shopping together?"
"We can a little bit later," Santana says. "If you want."
"Okay," I say, deciding that sounds good.
Kurt steps up next to us. "You ready?" He asks me.
I nod, and he smiles and takes my hand.
"See you later, Britt," Santana says.
I wave as Kurt and Rachel drag me away.
We end up in a clothes store I forgot to look at the name of and Kurt pulls me toward the dresses.
"We're going to find you the most fabulous dress," Rachel says.
After about an hour searching through tons of dresses, Kurt shows me a long yellow dress with thin straps and ruffles at the bottom.
"Try it on," He urges.
Rachel leads me to the dressing rooms and I slip into one and change into the dress. I come out and they both smile at me.
"It's perfect," Kurt says quietly.
"You look amazing, Brittany," Rachel says.
I smile and glance down at the dress. "You think so?" They both nod.
After getting some yellow heels to go with the dress, we look around a few nearby stores and then call the others. Kurt runs my bags out to the car as we wait.
I feel a gentle poke in my back and spin around. A huge grin spreads across my face as I see Santana.
"Did you still want to go look around?" She asks.
I nod. "If the others don't mind."
"You two go ahead," Quinn says. "We'll just meet at the food court in about half an hour?"
"Sounds good," Santana says.
When we turn to go the other way, our hands find each other again.
"Have fun!" Sugar says.
We buy two shirts: one for her and one for me, but don't actually go in many of the stores. For the most part, we just walk the mall together until making our way to meet the others at the food court.
We all pile back into the car and Santana's arms are back around me.
"Did you have fun?" She says into my neck.
"Yeah," I tell her. "Did you?"
"Quinn's horrible to shop with," She says, earning a look in the rear view mirror from Quinn, "But walking around with you was fun."
At some point during the ride home Sugar falls asleep, leaning against us. She looks somewhat comfortable and isn't actually bothering us, so we don't wake her until we get back.
After dinner Rachel, Kurt, and Mercedes lead me to their room. When I asked what was happening, they didn't answer.
They help me into my new dress and heels. I ask them why, but they don't answer. They curl my hair, and then, with huge smiles, lead me out the front door.
I didn't know what to expect, but the porch looks amazing. All the chairs are gone and strings of Christmas lights are on the railing and cover the wall of the house. I still don't know what's going on, but it looks really nice.
Santana's POV
My heart's already beating fast as I change into my new outfit: black pants, white button down shirt under a dark blue blazer, and a yellow tie. I glance in the mirror before exiting the bathroom.
"What you're doing is so sweet, Santana," Rachel says. "I'm honored to have helped you earlier."
"Uh, thanks, Rachel," I say. She lets me continue walking but I'm soon stopped by Mike and Tina.
"Brittany's going to love this," Tina assures.
"Awesome job," Mike compliments.
And then comes Kurt and Mercedes, telling me the same things which only makes me more nervous. Sugar and Puck wish me good luck, and then I meet Quinn at the front door.
She smiles and says, "Nice outfit."
"Why'd you tell all of them?" I ask.
She rolls her eyes. "You told some of them. Everybody else just found out."
"Ugh."
"Don't worry about it, they're just supporting." She starts to open the door. "Now go to your girl."
She pretty much shoves me out the door and closes it behind me. Brittany turns around and I freeze. She looks amazing in her dress and I'm so nervous I don't think I can move.
She smiles and walks closer. "You did all this?"
I nod. "Do... do you like it?"
"I love it."
The music starts and I take a breath before stepping closer.
"I know it's not the right song, but I hope you like it." She smiles and takes my hand. She pulls me away from the door while leading my arm around her waist. She does the same with her own free hand and I happily let her lead me.
"How can I love when I'm afraid to fall," I sing.
Brittany holds me a little tighter as she leads our bodies side to side.
"Darling don't be afraid, I have loved you for a thousand years; I'll love you for a thousand more."
"I love it when you sing to me," Brittany says.
We continue to dance slowly, and I continue to sing.
"I'll love you for a thousand more."
I decide I can't wait anymore and forget the rest of the song.
"Brittany," I say quietly, "You're my beauty... and.. and I hope I can be your beast." That sounded better in my head.
Brittany's hand moves from my back and makes its way up to my cheek. "You're not a beast, San."
I nod because I just really want her to say yes. But she didn't answer and I don't know what to do. I open my mouth to speak.
"I'd love to be your girlfriend, Santana," Brittany says.
I stop breathing for a minute and Brittany's hand slides to my neck. She pulls me into a kiss and I immediately kiss back.
After dancing, and kissing, a little bit longer I speak again. "I think we've gotten our stages kind of mixed up... but I'd really like to take you on a date."
"I'd really like you to take me on a date," Brittany's replies.
We're all in the living room for a movie night, arguing, like usual, about what to watch.
"C'mon," Puck says. "It's not that scary, it'll be awesome."
I lean closer to Brittany and say, "We can go watch The Lion King in the other room."
She smiles. "Okay."
She takes my hand as we get up from the couch.
"Enjoy your movie," I say, and then we're out of the room.
We make our way past the bedrooms to the small tv room. The only thing in the room is a loveseat and a tv. The tv is smaller than the one in the living room, but it's still nice.
I set up the movie and join Brittany on the loveseat. She snuggles into my side and I put an arm around her as we turn our attention to the movie.
As Simba nudges his now dead father, Brittany's hand takes a fistful of my shirt and I notice a tear sliding down her cheek. My heart swells at the sight and I reach over and wipe it away with my thumb. She looks up at me and I smile and lean down to kiss her cheek. She looks at me with a sad smile for a minute before we turn back to the movie.
I realize I've only been watching half the movie because watching Brittany is just as good, if not better. I lean close to her ear and sing along, "Hakuna matata."
She giggles and then sings, "It means no worries for the rest of your days," and her voice is sweet and soft and amazing. I smile so big, because I didn't even know she could sing. It's so not fair that I've been singing for her all this time and this is the first time I've heard her voice. My girl is incredibly amazing; I never dreamed I'd be this lucky.
By the time I hear the words, "So many things to tell her," my full attention is on Brittany. I can't stop looking at her.
The song continues, "Can you feel the love tonight?" And I press against the side of Brittany's head gently. Her hand squeezes mine.
"Can you feel the love tonight?" I whisper along with the song, because I can't get myself to sing, into her ear. She turns to me again, smiling. I usually try to wait and let Brittany kiss me first, but sometimes I just really want to kiss her. Like now.
Brittany kisses back, and keeps kissing. She shifts a little so she's facing me and the kiss deepens as her hands cup my cheeks. We shift together so my head's on the arm rest and then Brittany guides her leg over my waist to straddle me. A high, quick moan escapes my lips as one of her hands slips into my hair.
As her tongue slips into my mouth, I feel her body begin to rock down into mine. Her scent starts changing, too. Not changing, really – getting stronger. She pulls back slightly, her hot breath hitting my face, and then connects our lips again. I reach around to her back and pull her tighter against me. She lets out a yelp, and I realize I just grabbed her ass.
I pull my hands away as fast as possible and she sits up. I can feel my chest rise and fall as I stare up at her, not knowing what to say.
She smiles – no, smirks and says, "It's okay."
I remain still for a moment because even though she said it's okay, you don't just grab people's asses. But she's not "people." She's my girlfriend; fuck, she's my girlfriend! It feels so mind boggling to know that.
Just as she starts leaning down, I lean up to meet her lips and grip the back of her neck with both hands. One of her hands returns to my hair, resulting in the kiss deepening, and the other goes to my back and pulls me closer. I feel like I'm attacking her mouth but I can't help it because she smells so good; I need more of her. We fall down on the couch again, the opposite way with Brittany on her back now. She's pulling me closer and I'm pressing down and she's trying to move her legs to get more comfortable-
"Whoa."
I force myself to pull away and look up to the door, my arms supporting me above Brittany. Quinn's standing there, in the middle of the doorway, with one hand on the doorknob. Her shocked expression shifts and she smiles. Brittany tilts her head back to look at her.
"Sorry to interrupt," Quinn says, laughing a little, "But Will asked me to come get you guys. He has some news, I guess."
Brittany's hand presses against my back and then her head hides against my chest.
"Uh, we'll be right there," I say.
"Okay," Quinn says. She winks and then turns and walks out the door, closing it behind her. I stare at the door for minute before I feel Brittany move. I look down and she smiles shyly. I drop my head down to rest in between her shoulder and neck.
"We should probably go," She says after a minute.
I nod, but linger in my spot because her smell is really overwhelming and demands we stay and continue kissing. I press a kiss to her neck and she giggles.
"San," She says sweetly, "The news might be important."
"Sorry," I mumble, once again forcing myself away. I can't even be embarrassed right now because I'm too concentrated on Brittany.
I sit up and she follows. Her fingers glide over my cheek tenderly and she leans forward and gives me an affectionate kiss.
We enter the living room with our hands laced together and I immediately notice The Douches eyes on us. I can tell they smell her and I swear I'll ruin their smelling senses because this smell is mine. It's mine because she's my girlfriend and I don't want anyone, especially them, enjoying it. I lead her as far from them as we can get. They're eyes are still on us; Azimio has his usual blank face and Sebastian has the same smirk plastered across his face. Sebastian winks and I narrow my eyes before turning to Will.
"I know it's late, and I'm sorry for interrupting your movies... but I thought you guys would want to know." Will says.
Before he can continue, Holly says, "We found Mr. Lopez's number."
My hand squeezes Brittany's tighter.
"Did you call him?" Puck asks. "Do you know where he is?" I glance at him.
"We haven't yet, we thought we'd tell you first," Will says.
I open my mouth, but nothing comes out. Brittany took them I guess, because she says, "Are we going to call him?"
"Well, it's a bit late... but we think it's important if Santana and Puck agree."
"Of course," Puck says. I glance at Puck again, and then Brittany, and then to our hands. I try to loosen my grip because I'm holding so tight. I don't know why I'm so nervous.
Brittany leans closer. "You okay?" She whispers. I nod.
Puck moves over to get closer to the phone and Holly hands him the number. He glances at me before looking down and dialing the number. All of us sit quietly, eyes on Puck, and I'm surprised any of them actually care. Except for The Douches of course, who are still looking at Brittany and I. I shift uncomfortably, wishing they would just stop looking.
"Hey, Dad," Puck speaks, and my heart jumps, but he's frowning. "It's Puck. San and I are okay, we found your number," He continues, and I realize that Dad didn't answer and he's just leaving a voice mail. "Call us back when you can." He hangs up the phone and looks over to me.
"No answer?" Will questions.
"No," Puck says.
"We're still looking through all the notes," Holly speaks.
"Yeah, in case there's an email or something else," Will says. "And we'll try again tomorrow."
We sit around for a few minutes, waiting to see if maybe he calls back because Dad is one of those people that doesn't like to answer numbers he doesn't know. But we have no luck and everyone decides it's time for bed.
"I'm sure he'll call back," Sugar says, stopping Brittany and I in the hallway. "Or he'll answer tomorrow. You'll get a hold of him."
I nod. "Thanks, I hope so."
She wishes us a goodnight, and then wanders off.
Brittany's POV
We lean against the glass of the open window, a pillow behind Santana to make it more comfortable. She's actually the only one against the window and I'm laying between her legs, leaning against her. We're looking out the window like usual, and I'm not really sure why we decided to sit like this instead of lying down like we usually do, but I don't mind; it's comfortable.
"I'm sorry your dad didn't answer, San," I say.
She kisses the top of my head, causing me to close my eyes, and says, "It's okay. We'll get to him sooner or later."
I circle around her knee with my finger for a few minutes as we sit in silence.
"Tell me about him?" I say.
"My dad?" She questions. I nod. She reaches down to my hand on her knee and links them together. "What do you want to know?"
"Whatever you want to tell me."
She's silent for a moment. "He used to work for New Directions," she says.
"Really?"
"Yeah. He, and most people, thought they were helping. It wasn't New Directions really, but the hospital. That's how he found me."
"Found you?"
She nods. "I was there when I was younger. With others, like me. That's about the time he was starting to figure out the truth, and didn't like what they were doing. And, it sounds like I was a new puppy or something, but he brought me home. I fit in with them, somehow. Puck and I became best friends right away and Dad didn't even have to try to convince my mom because she already loved me so much."
I reach up to my necklace with my free hand. The only other time Santana really said anything about her mom is when she said that this necklace belonged to her. I don't really know if I should ask or not, because I don't want to say anything wrong, but I want to know more about her life.
"What happened to your mom?"
She's silent again, and then says, "They... they killed her. We left after I became part of the family because they were looking for us. A few years later, they found us. She was the only one home and..." She trails off and shrugs.
"I'm so sorry," I say, shifting around to face her. She looks down to my hand still on the necklace and smiles.
"It wasn't your fault. Don't say sorry," she says.
I nod. "That's horrible, though."
"It was." She pulls on my hand connected to hers and guides me to turn back around. I settle back into her and look out the window.
"She gave me that necklace a few days before that," She says.
"You didn't want to keep it?" I ask.
"She told me... 'dáselo a alguien especial, sabrás cuando es la persona correcta. '"
"What does that mean?"
"It means 'give it to someone special. You'll know when it's the right person.'"
I smile. I guess that makes me the "right" person.
"Have you always liked girls?" I ask, because giving a necklace like this to a guy doesn't really seem right.
"Honestly, I never really thought about it. I had my family and didn't think too much about anyone else," She says, and I lift our joined hands to my lips, kiss the back of her hand, and return them to rest on our legs.
"But she knew."
Santana laughs a little. "Yeah, I guess she did."
The sound of the waves below fills the air. Santana runs her thumb across mine.
"We traveled a lot after that; Dad wanted to make sure they didn't find us. Then one day we came home from school and he was gone. Before we could really even do anything, social services showed up and took us. Then, of course, we ended up in New Directions."
"He just disappeared?"
"Yeah."
"He's probably worried about you guys."
"Yeah, he's a good guy. He never blamed me for things that happened because of my condition. He was always there, teaching us, taking care of us. And he's never treated me like I wasn't his daughter. None of them ever treated me like I was the kid they took in."
"'Cause they were so lucky to have you in their family." Santana laughs. "It's true."
"Maybe," she says.
I turn to her again, this time giving her a quick kiss on the cheek and then relax back into her.
This is one of those chapters that I've been kind of planning/thinking about for a while so I was kinda excited about it. I feel like I kinda fucked it up, though, because it seems rushed. I actaully read through this before posting this time (trying to fix the rushing - which didn't really happen) so there shouldn't be too many mistakes.
Anyways, tell me what you think. Hope you liked it.
Song: Christina Perri - A Thousand Years.