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The car is filled with an awkward silence but Santana knows she has to keep Brittany talking in order to keep her awake. She keeps giving her side glances to make sure that shes okay and she takes in Brittany's appearance for the first time. The barely there moonlight allows her to see Brittany's pale face and the first thing she notices is Brittany's bright blue eyes. They seem to have a glow about them almost like an exotic animal.
Despite the blood and bruises she can tell that Brittany is a pretty girl. She also notices the girl is wearing an over sized hoodie, matching sweatpants, and a pair of sneakers. Even though her clothes were bloody, tattered, and slightly too big Santana could tell that she had a slender build. She took in her hair which was a lot lighter than her own dark tresses so she assumes Brittany is a blonde.
"Pay attention to the road Santana that's how we got into this mess in the first place." Brittany says with a knowing smirk that the accident was very much her own fault.
"I got us into this mess? You're the one that decided that it was a bright idea to go jogging in the middle of thunderstorm. I'm already over looking the fact that you damaged my baby." Santana says as she rubs her dashboard gently as if she was soothing it.
Brittany chuckles as the car once again goes to an awkward silence. Brittany was extremely tired and wanted to fall into a deep slumber while she healed. Santana could see the girl was struggling to remain conscience so she figured it would be a good time to get to know her car mate.
"So hey Brittany why don't you tell me about yourself." Santana tries to ask casually but it comes out with more enthusiasm than she plans.
"Ummm what do you want to know?" Brittany mumbles out.
"Anything you want to tell me. Oh you know the basics like how old are you, where are you from, is your hair blonde? Most importantly what the hell were you doing out here in the middle of thunderstorm?"
Brittany let out a small chuckle. "I'm 22, I don't know where I'm from, yes I am blonde, and I was running for my life."
Santana is taken back at how casual Brittany says she is running for her life. It's as if it doesn't faze her and its something of the norm. This saddens her and she wonders what kind of trouble Brittany is in that has her running for her life. She looks over at the blonde once again, she looks so innocent, fragile, and small. Santana's heart aches for her and she is having a hard time believing someone would ever want to hurt this girl.
"Looks can be deceiving Santana." It as if Brittany read her mind.
"What do you mean by that? Why is someone trying to kill you?" Santana asks.
"Look Santana the less you know the better. My problems are none of your concern."
"Like hell it isn't! The moment you went all line backer on my car that mind you I just got painted, it became my concern!" Santana didn't mean to yell at Brittany but she is so angry that the blonde just easily dismissed her.
Santana grips the steering wheel so hard that her knuckles began to turn white. Brittany knows she just upset Santana and she hated it. She didn't want to drag her into her crazy world, the less Santana she knew the better. She always wanted someone she could share her secret with and she got the sense that Santana is someone she could trust. Her heart is telling take a leap of faith but she just can't risk it. She can't risk Santana's life especially not after all she is doing to help her.
Brittany looks over at Santana, her shoulders are tense as she looks straight ahead. Brittany studies her profile and she has to admit that Santana is gorgeous even soaking wet and thoroughly pissed. Brittany takes in dark hair that once appeared to be curled but is now hanging loosely all over the Santana's shoulders. She wants to reach out and stroke a stray piece that has fallen onto her face but she decides against it.
She continues to study the brunette's profile, she can tell she is of Hispanic decent and maybe a little something else. She also studied her perfect eyebrows, the cutest nose, and full lips that are now in an angry pout. Brittany knows she is the cause of this and it makes her heart ache but the less she knows that not telling Santana is for the best.
Brittany gently reaches out and strokes Santana's hand and grasps it in her own. She rubs her thumb over the brunettes knuckles until she sees her body visibly relax.
"I'm sorry Santana I didn't mean to dismiss you but some things are better left unknown. You could have left me back there but you didn't. You saved me and I appreciate it but please let me do the same by not telling you." Brittany pleads.
"I get that you want privacy and in any other case I would respect that but given the situation you owe me some kind of explanation. You're practically a stranger and I'm trusting you enough to take you to my house. You can at least do the same and trust me."
"Nuh uh we've introduced ourselves already San so we're no longer strangers." Brittany interrupts with a slight grin.
Santana chuckled "I'm being serious here Britt."
"See! We are even using nicknames." Brittany says breaking out into a full grin.
Santana gives her a pointed look.
"Okay fine I'll explain some things." Brittany concedes.
"Good but hold on to that this is my house up on the right. Let's get you inside and get you cleaned up then you will tell me everything." Santana states.
Brittany sighed and couldn't help but think that Santana was super bossy as they approach Santana's house.
"Ouchie!"
"Oops sorry Britt I'll be more careful." Santana apologizes.
Santana may have dropped Brittany down on her bed a bit too harshly. It took them 15 minutes to make it up Santana's front steps due to the fact that Santana was carrying both of their weights.
After getting Brittany adjusted in an upright position at the head of the bed she goes to the kitchen to get the her some water and pain killers. She returns and sees the blonde has her eyes closed and she rushes over to her.
"No Brittany you can't go to sleep you could have serious head trauma and we wont know it until I give you a once over." Santana says while trying to shake Brittany awake.
Brittany knows she doesn't have head trauma she is just extremely tired and in need of some serious sleep but she decides to humor Santana.
"I wasn't asleep I was just resting my eyes." The blonde states as she opens her eyes.
Santana's face is inches away from hers and at the same moment they both realize this and let out collective gasps. Brittany is in awe analyzing Santana's face, she see it was full of worry but she can't help but notice how stunning the brunette is. Maybe it was the scrambling of her brain but Brittany swears she is staring at the face of an angel. As cheesy as it sounds Santana was thinking the same thing. Despite the blood that has dried on the blonde's face Santana can really see how beautiful she is. She's in a trance as she looks into bright blue eyes and she feels tingles throughout her body.
Santana was the first to break eye contact clearing her throat and remembering that Brittany needed to be tend to.
"Here take these and drinks some water." Santana hands over the painkillers and Brittany takes them and downs the whole bottle of water in seconds.
"Sorry I was really thirsty." Brittany says shyly.
Santana just gives her a soft smile. "Its okay Britt. Now let's see if we can examine the damage that you have."
Santana leans forward and gently begin to examine the blonde's head. At the feel of Santana's fingers lightly on her face and head Brittany closes her eyes with a sigh. Having the brunette so close to her was making her stomach have butterflies. Brittany isn't familiar with this feeling and is having a hard time processing what it means. When Santana speaks it broke her out her deep thoughts and she openes her eyes to be met with relieved chocolate ones.
"It appears that you have no lumps anywhere on your head just a slight gash on your forehead and some scratches and bruises. Seems like nothing critical but we will keep a close watch on it. Now let's get you out of these clothes so I can see if anything is broken or if you have a serious injury.
Santana grabs the end of Brittany's hoodie and proceed to lift it higher until she felt a hand stopping her movements. She looks up to see blue eyes that were cold and emotionless staring at her.
"I think I dislocated my shoulder." Brittany says in a hollow voice.
"I'm so sorry Britt I should have been more careful. I'm going to have to cut your hoodie in order to get it off." Santana says hesitantly.
Brittany simply nods and it was as if she was void of any emotion, almost like a robot. This was the first time Santana had witness Brittany act like this and it honestly scares her. She knew those eyes had seen horrible things and it made Brittany have a dark aura about her. Brittany senses her uneasiness and in the next moment its gone, replaced with a smile in those blue eyes.
"You sure do move fast San. First you get me in your bed and now your trying to rip my clothes off. You could have at least fed me dinner first." Brittany smirks and tries to tease her to cut the tension in the room.
Santana is caught of guard with the sudden change of emotions in the blonde and starts to blush at the blonde's statement.
Santana snorts and tries to play off the sudden shift of energy in the room. "Ha! As if you would be that lucky now be quiet I'll be right back with the scissors."
Brittany watch Santana's retreating figure and she thinks about how she is going to explain everything but at the same time not explain everything. Brittany can feel her body healing already and soon Santana will notice as well. She knew Santana would freak out once she found out the truth about her and probably kick her out of her house. Brittany is really starting to like the brunette and she's never had a friend before and is hoping that Santana could be one to her. The chances of that was slim to none once Santana finds out the truth and this made Brittany completely sad.
Santana walked back in the room and seen the somber look upon Brittany's face and it made her heart ache to see the blonde in that state.
"Okay I'm back let's get this hoodie off so I can get a good look at your shoulder." Santana announced as she walked closer to the bed.
She sits down on the bed scissors in hand and grabs the hoodie then proceeds to cut and gently remove it. Santana sees that the blonde girl is wearing a white tank top underneath. Her eyes immediately goes to the blonde's shoulder, it's covered in bruises and its in fact in a weird angle.
"Yeah Britt it definitely looks dislocated maybe even broken." Santana states.
"I figured as much." The blonde sighes. "You're going to have to pop it back in for me." Brittany states matter of fact.
"W-what? I can't do that Brittany! What if its broken and I do more damage?" Santana said in bewilderment.
"Trust me it's not broken San and I would do it myself but I'm not strong enough to do it with my left hand. Of course I could ram myself into the wall and pop it back in." Brittany moved to get up but Santana stops her.
"No! I can do it there is no need to run into a wall silly." Santana nerves were on edge she doesn't want to hurt the blonde but she knows this needs to be done.
Santana gently places her hands on Brittany's shoulder. The blonde could feel the warmth of Santana's hands on her and it made her feel tingly all over.
"Okay Santana on the count of three you're going to pull it out rotate it and thrust it back in."
"Wanky." Santana couldn't help but say as she waits for Britt to give her the countdown.
"Okay 1, 2, 3." Nothing, Santana can't bring herself to do it.
Brittany had gave the countdown three times but she was still having a hard time. She knows the only way to get Santana to do it is to piss her off so that's what she does.
"Come on San don't be a pussy! Its so simple a child could do it. What happened to all that talk about you being a badass bitch?" The blonde eggs her on.
Santana is enraged so she yanks on the blonde's arm twists and pops it back in place without giving the blonde any kind of warning.
"Son of a mother bull fuck me!" Brittany screams and clutchs at her shoulder. She was so busy riling Santana up that she forgot to cut off her feelings. This was the most pain she has experienced since she was a young girl.
"Oh my god Britt I'm so sorry I didn't mean to do it that hard." Santana says with panic.
"Its okay San that's what I get for riling you up. Its back in place now so no biggie." Brittany tries to smile through the pain but in truth the pain was a bit overwhelming but she couldn't let Santana know that. Over the years she has learned to block out the pain becoming a master a disguising her feelings but she failed this time.
She was brought out of her thoughts when she hears a a loud gasp from Santana and feels her bloodied tank top being risen. She looks down and see an angry scratch running the length of her right side.
"It doesn't look too deep but it definitely needs to be cleaned. Seriously Britt you must be made of steel or at least be on God's good side because according to the damage to my car you should be dead." Santana says in awe.
If only Santana knew that the gash on her right was so deep that you could see her ribs poking through. Thankfully is was now just an angry cut on her side.
"Hey San I really have to use the restroom."
Santana helps Brittany to the restroom but she doesn't leave she just stands there. Brittany gives her a look as if to ask was she going to give her some privacy or watch her use the restroom.
"Um do you need any help?" Santana asks awkwardly.
"Unless you want to help me pull my panties down then I think I can manage it." Brittany really just needed some alone time alone and she knows teasing Santana is the best way to get it. She starts laughing when she see Santana's eyes nearly bug out of her head and her mouth widens in shock.
"What no! I just thought you needed help." Santana says completely caught off guard.
After some serious persuasion she manage to get Santana to leave her alone for five minutes. She has to make use of these five minutes because she believes Santana when she said that at minute six she is breaking down the door.
Brittany grabs a wash cloth wet it and begin to clean off the dried blood on her face. Once that is done she take off her tank top and examines her scratch and it's almost gone. She knows she has to explain to Santana about her ability to heal quickly. This isn't normal and she knows that but other than her father this is the most human contact that she's had in a while. A part of Brittany is scared to have this conversation with Santana because she figures the girl will freak out and kick her out of her house. Then again maybe it will be for the best that Santana wants nothing to do with her. Her father told her if anybody found out what she is she had to kill them with no hesitation. However she doesn't even want to entertain that idea of killing Santana, in fact it made her sick to her stomach to even think about it.
Her thoughts was interrupted by Santana loud banging on the door. "Britt open up the door!"
"Santana before I open this door please promise me you won't overreact about what you're about to see."
"What are you even talking about? Just open the door."
"Promise me San or I will stay in here."
"Okay fine I won't overreact now open the damn door you're starting to scare me." Santana wondered why all of a sudden Brittany was acting strange.
When the door swung open Santana was not ready for what she saw. "Oh my god!"
LOL sorry for teasing but I'm just finishing up Chapter 3 so I will probably post it later sometime. Brittany will finally explain some things but the more the story goes along the more things will be revealed.
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