"S-S-Santana?"
Brittany couldn't believe that Santana was in front of her. This can't be happening, she thought to herself.
"Babe, are you okay? You're starting to freak me out." Santana raises her hand to touch Brittany's forehead to see if she has a fever or something.
Right as she makes contact, Brittany freaks. She ends up jumping off the bed and landing on her ass. Santana tried to catch her but was too wrapped up in the bed sheets.
"Holy crap B, what is with you tonight?" Santana was getting worried. Brittany never jumped at her touch, or hell, she never acted like this.
"I-I-I…Um, I'm fine. Um… Just need to use the bathroom." Brittany got up and stood still for a minute. Where is the bathroom?
"Hee. This might sound weird, but, um, where's the bathroom?"
Without saying a word Santana just kept looking at Brittany like she had three heads. With a simple hand gesture, she pointed to the door across from the bed.
"Thanks." Brittany gave Santana a half smile and made a beeline to the bathroom.
Once the door was locked, she stood in front of the sink looking into the mirror.
Come on Pierce. Get it together. This is all just a dream.
Brittany decides to pinch herself. Ouch. Okay, that didn't 'wake' her up.
"You're not sleeping Brittany."
Brittany looked around her and saw no one. It wasn't a female's voice, so she knew it wasn't Santana.
"Uh. Who's talking to me?"
She started eyeing everything in her view. You never know, anything could talk to you.
Even to this day… or whatever… Brittany was still a gentle soul who was in her own world. She wasn't stupid, no. But she was unique and figured things out in her head with things she understood.
"No, Brittany. That toothbrush is not talking to you."
Brittany scrunched her eyebrows together. Who is this? What is this? She thought to herself.
"Brittany, look up."
Brittany did as she was told; she looked up at the ceiling. That was up, right?
"No, in the mirror."
She lowered her head and looked in the mirror. Facing her was the same man from before.
"Are you stalking me? Really, what did you do to me? Where am I?"
Her heart was beating fast, and she was starting to get nervous.
"No, I am not stalking you. You can call me Sam. I'm just here to guide you. I'll give you an outline-" He was cut off.
"Wait, an outline? No. I'm no good with stuff like that. They confuse me."
Sam chuckled.
"I mean I'm going to tell you the guidelines so to speak."
Brittany nodded hesitantly.
"This will be the last time we see each other for awhile. You're always wondering 'what if', well, I'm giving you your chance to see it. There is no telling how long you're going to stay in one period of time."
He noticed confusion written all over Brittany's face.
"Okay… Let me put it this way. You are going to experience different times of your life if you had stayed with Santana. You're also going to see what happened when you left but you will be inside someone else's body."
Brittany's eyes widened.
"So, like I won't be me?"
Sam shook his head.
"You can't be you because you left. But you will be in someone else's body, controlling them and seeing what you put Santana through. I'm not sure when these events will happen and I have no idea for how long. You just have to deal with everything that comes your way."
Brittany looked down into the sink, fidgeting with her fingers.
"Um… What happens at the end?"
"Well, you come back to where we started. You'll be on your way to California and this will all be but a faint memory."
She looked up into the mirror.
"Then why would you do this to me?"
She started to cry and tremble.
"Just remember, fate is in your hands now."
What was with all this crap? Brittany was again being told stuff she didn't understand and Sam wasn't helping much. She was getting so angry.
"How the hell is fate in my hands? Are you trying to torture me?"
Her anger boiling.
"No. But, I can't give too much away. Trust yourself…"
Sam faded away.
This is fucking bullshit!
*Smash*
Brittany was so angry she didn't realize what she had just done.
She heard the door handle rattling.
"Brittany, I swear to God, open this fucking door right fucking now!"
It was Santana.
"I-I-I…"
Was all Brittany could get out. She was still shocked at what she had done.
"Jesus, B! Open it!"
Brittany stepped to the left and unlocked the door. After unlocking it, she sank down to the floor in the corner of the bathtub and the wall. She curled her knees into her chest and started crying.
"What the-"
Santana ran to Brittany.
"Baby, what did you do?"
All Brittany could do was lift her right hand up slightly.
Santana saw the blood coming from the blonde's fist and quickly grabbed the towel that was hanging.
"Sweetie. Shh. This may sting a little bit, but I need to see if there is any glass in your hand."
Santana slowly placed the towel over Brittany's hand and pulled the blonde up. She led the blonde three steps towards the sink. The sink was filled with glass shards, but Santana was careful so neither of them would touch them. She turned the cold and hot dials until the water was lukewarm. Santana then slowly lowered Brittany's hand to the water.
The blonde let out a hiss and grabbed the back of Santana's tank top with her left hand.
"I know baby. I know it hurts. But we need to clean it off."
Once everything was cleaned and Santana got the little pieces of glass that was embedded in Brittany's hand out, she lead them both towards the bed. She sat Brittany down and crouched down so that she could look at the blonde.
"B, why did you do that?"
Brittany just kept looking at her hands in her lap.
"Please look at me. Please."
Brittany didn't move.
Santana, using her left hand, placed it under Brittany's chin. She forced the blonde to look at her.
When Brittany finally made eye contact, all she could see was concern, worry, and sadness radiating from the brown orbs.
"I'm sorry."
Brittany said in a whisper.
Santana waited patiently expecting the blonde to say more.
"I guess I lost control. I didn't mean to hit the mirror. I didn't even know I did until you started pounding on the door."
She started looking down again but the Latina wasn't having any of it. She tilted the blonde's face again so they could look into each other's eyes.
"You have nothing to be sorry about. But, I'm here for you. If you ever want to talk, okay?"
Brittany was thinking. How could she tell Santana, the woman she hasn't seen in years, about what she's been through? No, she couldn't. Plus, it seemed like that night all those years ago didn't exist right now.
Why did I leave all those years ago? She seems happy now. I still don't know what time period I'm in, how old I am, what I do, what she does, but maybe I can learn. Maybe, this won't be so bad. Brittany thought to herself.
Brittany looked straight into Santana's eyes and with her uninjured hand, grabbed Santana's neck and pulled her in. She took those lips into her own.
Santana's lips were soft, gentle, and everything she remembered, if not better.
She slowly pulled away looking into those beautiful dark chocolate eyes.
"Can we just cuddle? I'm exhausted. I promise I'll talk to you in the morning."
What she was going to say? She didn't know. But she'd figure something out.
They both got situated on the bed and Brittany curled into Santana. Santana pulled Brittany into a hug and Brittany let her head rest in the crook of Santana's neck.
'Fate is in your hands' was the last thing Brittany thought about before sleep took over.