Disclaimer:I do not own Glee, or Brittany or Santana for that matter Thanks to theveiledfairy who makes it look like I have some grasp on spelling and grammer you are awesome :)
A/N Santana is a troubled teen who is taken in by Brittanys mom. This is their story
Brittanys POV
-Present day-
I woke suddenly, my eyes squinting as I tried to adjust to the darkness.
*Bang Bang* My gaze darted to my bedroom window, straining to identify the offending sound. *Bang Bang*
Someone was outside my window, and the panic slowly subsided as the realisation kicked in. "Santana," I whispered. I flung the quilt to the side as I heaved my tired body from the bed.
I unlatched the window and peered out at the figure of my best friend. Santana was panting as she practically flung herself into the my bedroom, causing me to stumble backwards as our bodies collided. "Hey, San. Wha-?" I stopped as I took in the Latina's appearance. Santana's normally perfectly groomed hair hung loose and her eyes were wild. My gaze flickered to the brunette's fists, which were balled at her sides clenching at regular intervals. I forced myself not to linger on the girl's deliciously toned bare thighs which were covered only with the tiniest denim hot pants. Those were teamed with a white tank that complimented the Latina's caramel skin so well it hurt to look at her. Santana was staring at me with a look I couldn't decipher and this both intrigued and terrified me. We still hadn't moved from the center of my room. I stared at her, my sleep induced brain trying to figure out what the hell she was talking about. "I'm dreaming," I sighed grinning lazily. Although I couldn't figure out why, if I was in fact having one of my many Santana inspired dreams, we were not having hot, nasty sex. "Quinn and fucking Puck!" she screamed."They've been fucking this whole time." I gaped, dumbfounded, at the brunette as I tried to process this new information. "Omg San, are you sure? Are you okay? What a prick!" I soothed reaching out to touch the girl. "She's ** pregnant Brittany!" she hissed, backing away from my hand as if it burned. I quickly covered the look of rejection washing over my face. This was about Santana, not me. "Everyone will fucking know that Santana can't please her man. He had to go look elsewhere. To the president of the fucking virgin society," she whined as she paced back and forth, flicking an offending piece of hair that was forever falling in her face. She looked at me expectantly, searching desperately for a reaction. I bit down on my lip as I frantically searched my frazzled mind for soothing words of comfort. It was then that I realized, this was definitely not a dream. "Did u know Brittany? Did everyone fucking know?" she demanded, glaring at me with burning eyes. Her scowl slowly softened when she registered the hurt and shock clearly evident on my face. I walked over to her grasping her shoulders firmly and gazed into her eyes, trying desperately to communicate everything I was feeling. I grazed her cheekbone with the pads of my fingers feeling her breath momentarily hitch as I did."Of course I didn't know San," I whispered pleading with her; begging her to believe me. Her shoulders slumped forward as she held my gaze. She believed me. I took the opportunity to pull her body flush against mine and wrap my slender arms tightly around her tiny waist. She collapsed into the crook of my neck, soft sobs racking through her body. I drew light circles on the small of her back in an attempt to calm her. I used my free hand to keep her body as close to mine as I could, afraid that if I let go she would shut me out and this new found emotional being would disappear. Standing there, inhaling the scent that was her, made me dizzy and lightheaded. I relaxed as a slight smile etched its way onto my face; she was intoxicating. We stood like that, in the center of my room, rocking slowly until her sobbing subsided. I gently removed myself from her soft, warm body, pulling back to get a better look at the shorter girl."You smell awesome," I said, smiling. "Thanks Britt..."she whispered softly, her voice hoarse. I gently placed my hand in hers and led her towards my bed. I took in the usually outgoing cheerleader's appearance, and my heart ached. I desperately wanted to make it all go away."Stay with me tonight, San. Please?" I whispered. She didn't know it then, but I needed her as much as she needed me. She looked up, staring into my eyes as her own clouded over with a mixture of emotions too fleeting to decipher. She nodded, and I released a breath I hadn't realised I'd been holding. Her eyes were red rimmed and puffy from crying. I wrapped my arm around the smaller girl, trying to banish any distance between us and her head dropped comfortably into the crook of my neck. I could feel her hot shaky breath against my pulse point and I swallowed a moan as her full lips softly grazed my skin with each intake. I grabbed the quilt with my free hand, trying to stop my body trembling."Not now please," I silently begged. My body beginning to show the tell tale signs of arousal. She locked eyes with me, studying me closely. So intently in fact, that I felt a blush creeping up my neck. She hesitated, "I don't know Britt. I mean, I like him and the sex is good. It's what's expected. Everything was fucking perfect, and he...he ruined it..." I cringed inwardly at her comments, more so at the thoughts of Pucks grunts as he thrusts into Santana. The idea of his rough hands raking over her perfect body, tainting her perfectly smooth skin caused my stomach to clench uncomfortably. A slight wave of nausea to swept through my body. I trailed my fingers up and down her forearm, staring intently at the trail of goose bumps I left in my wake. "Am I that unlovable? Am I that hard to be with?" Santana whispered to no one in particular ripping me from my thoughts. I gawked at her, shocked. She looked so vulnerable; so small and so lost. Without thinking I gently cupped her jaw with my hand forcing sullen dark eyes to meet blue. We held each other's gaze, both urgently trying to communicate so much to the other. Using my free hand I brushed back that offending piece of hair allowing my fingers to slowly graze the length of her jaw line. She visibly gulped and I was secretly in awe that I had this effect on her. I really did love her in every sense of the word; always had and always would. The realisation shocked me. Her eyes were pleading as she waited for me to make it better,"Say something," I thought to myself. "Stop staring at her like an idiot, and say something!"I gently rested my forehead against hers, concentrating on steadying my breathing as her breath mingled with my own; our lips now just centimeters apart. "You're so beautiful San...so beautiful." I knew I sounded pathetic and cheesy, but I needed her to know how amazing she was."You're the most lovable person I know. You're protective, hilarious, and sweet. You're always so patient with me even though I know I annoy you sometimes with my randomness and inability to grasp the simplest of things. How anyone could not want you is so beyond me. You're so perfect to me and you always have been. Puck's an ** San. You and I both know that. He was never good enough for you. Ever. Of course you're lovable San! Jesus, I love you so fucking much it hurts!" I gasped as the last line escaped my lips. Santana's eyes widened, shock flooding her features. I dropped my hands from her face as doubt and terror flowed freely through my body. I tried desperately to take it all back. She would never want me. Santana, who had remained eerily quiet through my whole admission, was now edging her way into the center of my bed. Her face was void of any emotion and she looked as though she was deep in thought. This alone left me feeling terrified and dejected. Of course Santana didn't feel the same. God, I'm so fucking stupid. "One rule Brittany one fucking rule-Santana never finds out!" I repeated my mantra in my head, not that it mattered anymore. A fresh wave of anxiousness swept through me. I'd fucked everything up. I'd ruined it; all of it. The realisation hit me hard. "Britt…" Her voice brought me back to the moment, and I slowly allowed my gaze to rest on the girl now sitting in the center of my bed, careful not to meet her eyes. I couldn't bear to see the look of disgust she'd be wearing .The fear, guilt, and shame danced across my face evident for her to see and I stood up quickly. I assumed she probably didn't want me anywhere near her, especially when a bed's involved. I was petrified. "What if she tells everyone at school? I won't be allowed in the girls changing room for cheerios!" Images of red and blue icy liquid flashed violently into my mind followed quickly by the words dyke and queer. All these thoughts were making me dizzy and faint; I latched onto my chair in an attempt to steady myself. I heard the sound of ruffling fabric as she leisurely patted the area beside her left thigh. I stood rooted to the spot unable to move. "Come here" she half whispered, her eyes now locking with mine...
"That bastard. That fucking bastard, I'll fucking kill him and that slut. Celibacy club my ass!" Santana spat.
I stared at the floor, horrified by my confession.
"Britt... Britt look at me," she pleaded. I gradually lifted my gaze, blinking back the tears as the possibility of losing her became real. She adjusted her position so she was now leaning on her knees in the middle of my bed, her hand reaching out for me.