"Yo, man. Are you alright? You look pale… Well, paler than usual." Finn's eyes widen and Brittany… well now she was Kurt, just looked on confused.
"Are you drunk? Dude! Remember that time April gave you alcohol? You threw up on Ms. Pillsbury. You thought she was Bambi!" Finn started cracking up.
Brittany couldn't help but laugh too. She remembered that day and the looks on Ms. Pillsbury and Kurt's face, were priceless.
"No. I'm not drunk. I guess I'm not feeling too well. Why are you here again?" She eyed him.
"I'm here to rush you. Now, Quinn is calling my phone nonstop to get you to hurry your pretty little ass up and go to San's house."
Brittany continued to eye him.
"No homo." He added.
Brittany nodded.
"Well, scram. I need to change in order to leave. Tell her I'll be there in 20 minutes."
Finn looked shocked and confused.
Brittany rolled her eyes.
"What now?"
Finn closed his open jaw, "you never are ready for anything in '20 minutes'." He said in air quotes.
"Well, Quinn needs me and apparently it's important for her to be blowing up my phone and yours, so I need to hurry. I can do whatever it is the fuck I do, later."
Finn's jaw was again wide open.
"You look like a fish when you do that." Brittany chuckled.
"I'm leaving. You're freaking me out. I'm going to go to Rachel's house. I'll let Quinn know. Bye, dude."
Finn eyed 'Kurt' for another second before he left.
I may be in the past, or so it seems, but since technically I'm more mature, he's such an airhead, Brittany starts shaking her head.
Xxxx
*Knock, knock, knock*
It didn't take long for someone to answer the door.
"It's about damn time!" Quinn furrowed her brows.
"Actually, I would have thought you'd take longer." She looked 'Kurt' a once over and scrunched her eyes slightly.
Brittany looked down at what she was wearing. She just threw on a button down and jeans.
"You wouldn't stop blowing up my phone or Finn's. So I just put clothes on."
She said nonchalantly.
Quinn slowly nodded still eyeing the person in front of her.
I'm seriously getting sick of this look people keep giving me!
"Fabray, what did you need me this early in the morning?" She was mad that no one would give her a decent answer and always did shit mysteriously.
"Uh…" She shook her head trying to process everything, but she knew she had more pressing issues.
"Just follow me. I need your help."
Brittany couldn't help but linger a little behind Quinn. She'd practically grown up in Santana's house and everything reminded her of the past.
"She won't get out of bed. I've tried everything. I mean everything." Quinn opened the door leading into Santana's room.
When Brittany entered the Latina's room, she saw a silhouette laying on the bed curled in a ball. The sheets were on the floor and there was a wet spot.
"What's that?" Brittany pointed to the wet spot.
"I told you, I tried everything. I tried pouring cold water on her to get her out of bed, but she still didn't budge. I don't know what's wrong with her. She just continues to hold her legs like that and cry. It's breaking my heart. Especially when I came over to surprise her for her birthday."
It hit Brittany like a ton of bricks.
Is this the day I left? Fuck!
Quinn leaned into Brittany to whisper, "it's her 19th birthday. I wanted to make it special. I would have thought Britt would be here too, but she's not and I found San like that," into her ear.
Brittany's heart sank. It was like a bull running over it a million times.
"What do I do? Did you call Brittany?" Brittany could feel a lump forming in her throat.
"Yeah. The line was disconnected. I think she must have washed her phone in a dishwasher again and her parents took her phone privileges away." Quinn shrugged.
Okay, I did that like twice. I didn't know any better.
Brittany started walking around the bed to face the sobbing brunette laying in the fetal position.
"San? Sweetie? It's me… Kurt." Brittany could feel her eyes tearing up.
"Do you know where B is?" What's the point in asking, I know no one knew where I was going.
Santana looked up into 'Kurt's' eyes. She squinted and angrily threw something in 'his' face. She got out of bed and ran into the bathroom.
Quinn shot Brittany an apologetic smile and proceeded to bang on the door to get Santana to open it.
Brittany started to look at what Santana threw in her face.
It was a letter.
Carefully, Brittany opened the letter. She recognized the handwriting…
I'm sorry, Santana.
I will always love you.
Follow your dreams!
Xoxo, B.
I don't remember giving this to Santana… Shit, I wrote this but I got scared to give it to her. I guess it fell out of my pocket when I was changing to leave.
Brittany stood up and walked to Quinn. She handed her the letter. Quinn read it and she turned angry.
"Santana! Open this fucking door right now! I'm not Brittany! I'm here, I'm not going anywhere! I don't fucking care if you're crying or look like shit, I'm here honey."
They heard the sound of the door unlocking and Quinn immediately opened it.
They saw the Latina falls to the floor.
Without second thought, Brittany and Quinn rush to the girl.
"Shh, San, it's okay. Fuck, no it's not, but we're here. Both Kurt and I."
Quinn took the Latina in her arms.
"Kurt, can you make some coffee and pancakes?" Brittany nodded and left without saying a word.
When she got into the bedroom she leaned against the wall trying to compose herself.
She didn't want to eavesdrop, but what she heard broke her heart more; if possible.
"Sh-sh-she left-t-t-t me-e-e-e! I-I feel s-s-s-o bro-o-o-ken."
"San, shhh, calm down. Please." Quinn begged.
"I-I-I wan-nted t-to s-s-spend m-my l-i-i-i-fe w-i-ith h-e-rrrrr!" Santana sobbed.
Brittany was now crying but trying to remain quite.
"Sh-sh-ee is… she i-is my d-dream, Q-Quinn!"
Brittany couldn't take it anymore. She didn't know she had hurt Santana that bad.
I'm so fucking stupid, so fucking stupid!
Xxxx
"Baby, wake up." Santana tried waking up her girlfriend.
"mmhmm," Brittany managed to let out.
"Brittany, get your ass out of bed now!" Santana ordered.
I know better than to not listen to that tone of voice.
"What's wrong, baby?" Brittany croaked out. Sleepiness in her voice. She still hadn't managed to open her eyes.
"You're kinda hurting me."
Brittany's eyes shot open. She looked down and saw that she was clutching onto Santana's arm and leaving marks.
"Shit, I'm so sorry! So, so sorry!" Brittany almost started crying. But Santana pulled Brittany into a kiss.
Random kisses. I've missed them so much.
"It's okay. You looked like you were having a nightmare." Santana's face dropped. She now looked like she was going to cry.
"Baby, San, I'm okay. It was just a nightmare. It's… It's just I had a dream where I lost you and it was all my fault, but it felt so real." Brittany stole a kiss.
"I'm right here," she took Brittany's pinky in her own, "and I'm not going anywhere. We're not going anywhere." Santana placed Brittany's hand on her bulging stomach.
Santana shot her head up looking at Brittany, shining.
"W-was that?" A grin started forming on Brittany's face.
"Yes."
Brittany looked up into Santana's eyes. A tear escaping her eye. She grabbed Santana's face, "I love you so fucking much, Santana!"
She gave the Latina's lips a peck. Santana wiped away the falling, happy tears.
"I love you too. And so does the little one. They wanted to show you. So, they did. You felt that right?" Santana was glowing.
"Yes, baby. I did. The baby kicked." She was still looking into Santana's eyes.
"Wake up, you lazy assholes!" Quinn rushed in. She saw that the two lovebirds where having a moment.
"Shit, I seem to have perfect time." She said blushing.
"Shut it, come here." Santana pleaded with Quinn and Quinn did as she was told.
Santana grabbed one of Quinn's hands and let it rest on her stomach.
"Is that?" Quinn was glowing now.
"Yes. Auntie Q, that was a kick." Brittany said. She couldn't have been happier.
What was I thinking? This life is way better than my old one. Even though it's temporary according to Trouty Mouth, I'm going to milk the moment. I'm with the love of my life.
"Wow. I now really hate to break this up, but we have to get ready for work." Quinn said, smiling.
"Um, can you guys help me?" Brittany felt embarrassed.
"No problem Mama B. We'll help you. Actually, we all go to the same location. We have to be in the studio that is right across the lot for where you work." Quinn was still looking at Santana's stomach.
Brittany scrunched her eyebrows.
"Babe, don't worry." Santana kissed Brittany.
Brittany gleamed.