Prompt:- "Would you ever consider doing a short prompt about when Santana fell asleep at the NYU library?"
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As soon as Santana opens her eyes she knows something is wrong. Her neck and her butt are really fucking sore and she's cold. She's not in her bed.
Shit.
She's still in the library.
She slept in the library overnight.
Fuck.
She sits up straight and wipes the drool from her mouth, rolling her neck around to work out the kinks. It's going to take a lot more than that but she doesn't have time. Glancing around in the dim light she thinks it can't be later than 5am. She doesn't understand how nobody noticed her here, slumped against the wall between two rows of shelves. People probably thought she was having a quick nap before closing time…and the security must not have been on their game last night.
Fuck.
She pulls her phone from her bag next to her and winces when she sees that it's switched off. She tries to turn it on again but gets nothing. Fuck. It must have a dead battery. Brittany is going to be so pissed. Worried and pissed. Brittany will talk to strangers on the subway and offer people her phone if they claim they desperately need to make a call, (that's how one jackass ran off with the blonde's new iphone), but she's not ignorant of the dangers of this city and Santana's never stayed out like this and not let her girlfriend know she was okay.
Fuck.
She throws the phone back in her bag and stands up to relieve the ache in her butt, rolling her neck around again to loosen it up. She's guessing that the chances of Brittany giving her a massage might be slim.
Fuck.
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She unlocks their apartment door and opens it tentatively, not wanting to startle Brittany given the early hour. She's absolutely freezing from her walk back from the library and needs food and a shitload of coffee, but decided taking a detour and stopping for breakfast was probably not a great idea.
She looks across and finds her girlfriend slumped on the couch wrapped in a blanket, phone still clutched in her hands. She looks so beautiful but it also makes Santana's heart hurt, thinking about how worried Brittany must have been.
She kicks off her shoes and drops her bag before walking over, perching beside her girlfriend and reaching out to brush some hair away from her face. Her hand moves down to cup Brittany's face, thumb stroking her cheek softly.
"Britt baby," she calls softly.
Blue eyes open slowly, blinking a couple of times, before Brittany catches up with the situation and sits up.
"You're home. Where have you been all night you didn't answer my calls and then it went straight to voicemail. What happened? Are you okay?
The rapid-fire questions are a lot to handle this early in the morning but Santana can see and hear Brittany's panic and worry and feels incredibly guilty.
"Baby, I'm fine. I fell asleep in the library like an idiot and the battery on my phone died. I'm fine though."
The tension deflates from Brittany's body and she looks Santana over, a noticeable shift in her mood as she leans back away from the brunette.
"You fell asleep?"
Santana nods warily.
"I didn't know where you were all night and I was going crazy trying not to think about the horrible things that could've happened to you and all because you fell asleep! Do you have any idea how worried I was? Horrible things happen in this city every day!
Brittany pauses and Santana thinks maybe it's her turn to apologise but she's barely opened her mouth when her girlfriend is ranting again.
"I called everyone we know. I called the university! You know I'm not even your emergency contact? You need to change that. I need to be your emergency contact. If anything happens to you I need to be the first to know."
Santana nods much more enthusiastically this time, knowing that Brittany is right. She hasn't changed that since she enrolled as a freshman and thought she should put April down.
Then she thinks about the ring hidden in their apartment and how soon Brittany is going to be much more than her emergency contact.
She's still daydreaming about Brittany in a wedding dress when said blonde pulls her closer and presses their lips together in a rough kiss. Santana barely has time to respond before Brittany is pulling back and pushing her away, obviously trying very hard to keep the scowl on her face.
"I'm mad at you, but you're still so hot."
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