So here you go.

Santana's POV

I squeezed my eyes shut hoping I had imagined the door opening.

"Umm sorry I should have knocked"

I sighed hopes shattered. Quickly pulling a shirt over my head I turn to look at her expecting a look of horror. The only thing I see on her face is a tinge of pink and her eyes downcast.

"I'm dressed now"

She glances up but doesn't hold my look.

"Yeah sorry about that I really didn't mean to, well yeah… sorry"

I smile despite my unease, "It's really fine"

She looks up slowly raking her eyes over me till reaches my face and holds my stare this time.

I have to look away because she staring at me like she can see right through me and I'm not sure she'll like what she might find.

"You hungry?" I ask my voice cracking slightly.

"Starved"

I nod and walk past her out the door and back down the stairs. I can feel her stare on me and I don't feel self-conscious that my scar is visible through my shirt like I normally am even with a white shirt on. She follows me down to the kitchen as I start to pull stuff together to make some spaghetti.

"You wanna help?"

"Umm I'm not really good in the kitchen Rach does all the cooking"

"You live with her"

"Yeah I mean my mom kicked me out after my dad died in a bike accident because I wouldn't give up ridding and she wouldn't support it, anyway once we were done with high school her fathers helped us get on our feet and we just kinda kept together"

I nodded.

"You already knew the part about my father didn't you?"

I nodded again, "It's why I made a point to sponsor you cause I knew how you must have felt to have nothing"

I handed her the pasta and pointed to the pot smiling encouragingly.

She looked uneasy as she walked over to the pot and I couldn't help the flutter in my abdomen when she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth.

I went back to work on chopping things for the sauce.

Glancing over my shoulder I saw her looking at me again, "What?"

"Nothing I'm just… you hide and I want to know why I guess"

"I don't hide"

"Yes you do, earlier you were terrified that I was gonna comment on the mark on your back and I saw the relief wash through you when I was embarrassed cause I caught you topless"

I stood with my mouth opening and closing with nothing coming out and she sighed.

"Sorry some times I talk to much"

We were quiet through the rest of making dinner. I still didn't have a response for her blunt description of my self.

By the time we sat down at the table I was ashamed of myself.

"You are right", I mumbled

She looked almost stunned that I had said it.

"Why?"

I wasn't really sure what she was asking and I cocked my head to the side in confusion.

"Why are you so afraid of being your self"

I sigh, "I just… I don't like my past and so I pretend that it's not really there"

"But it makes you" she said like it was the most obvious thing in the world

My pasta forgotten I just looked at her.

"What?" she said wiping her mouth.

"Where did you come from?"
She smiled broadly at me and dug into her pasta once more.

Once we were done I poured us both a glass of wine and took her into the den. Sitting curled into the corner of the couch she sat on the other side mirroring my position. She looked at me expectantly and I sighed.

"My ex I guess is where it starts" she nods encouraging me to continue.

"Well I was nineteen when I first met her, Quinn and I went to a club one night and I ended up dancing with her the whole night. I gave her my number at the end of the night but I wasn't expecting her to call me back and she didn't but we ran into each other the next time we went to the club and it was awkward to say the least"

I smirked at the memory, "Anyway she apologized for never calling and instead of staying at the club we went to a restaurant and had a first date. It was great till her family came for a visit and suddenly I was her best friend. I was mad but I played along it wasn't my place to out her to her family and I put on a brave face. One night I confronted her about it though we had been going out for about a year and I had over heard a conversation at Christmas as to why she had to bring me with her."

I sighed this is where things get bad, "I asked her if she thought we were going anywhere because if we were how were we going to explain that. I asked her to marry me that night. I asked her if I were to ask her to marry me would she say yes were we serious. She told me we were and I pulled out an engagement ring."

I heard Brittany gasp, "She said yes and it was perfect everything was perfect" I sigh.

"She asked me to wait for a little while before she told her parents but she already agreed to marry me and so I would wait and so I did. But waiting for little while turned into eight months and I just… I didn't know how long I was willing to wait with no end in sight"

I could feel my eyes pricking with tears but I held them at bay, "We were coming back from dinner one night and it was raining I don't blame her I never would but we got in an accident"

I chance a glance at Brittany but she's looking at her hands clasped in her lap and it makes me feel safer, "She was fine she walked away from it but my side was it and spun and I don't really know what happened but I was barely breathing when I got to the hospital. I woke up a week later to a letter and her ring on my bed side table"

I felt a hand suddenly on my thigh and I snapped my eyes open met with blue.

"Her letter said that she really did love me but she couldn't face her parents and that I would find someone who would love me and be with me. I was heart broken and I felt like I couldn't breath I'd given so much for her and when I got back to our apartment she was gone like she'd never been there"

Brittany squeezes my knee softly.

"So I came up here to get away from the empty feeling but I was still recovering and I hated the way I looked I felt like it just drove her away and so I hid from everything. I still have the scars but back then they were so noticeable against my skin and the one on my back is the worst."

"What's it from?"

"The top of it is from the sun roof when the car was struck it caused it to shatter and a piece sliced through my shoulder down to the middle of my spine the bottom half was from surgery, they would have gone from the front but the skin was so bruised and puffy they couldn't, it's smoother and less jagged then the top one."

Brittany's POV

The story was more than I was expecting but I was relieved she had told me. I watched her once she had finished and I could tell she was emotionally spent. She didn't even have time to make it up stairs before she was asleep. I took our wine glasses to the kitchen rinsing them and our dishes from dinner.

When I came back into the den she was fully asleep and I took the throw off the back of the couch covering her. I didn't know where I was supposed to sleep so I took another blanket out of a cupboard bunking down on the other couch in the room. I found myself lying on my side watching her sleep. Besides feeling like a total creeper I found myself thinking about the missing parts of her story. I assumed that she did all of her crazy stunts after her incident because she was in so much pain she needed something to feel alive again, but watching her sleep she looked so peaceful free almost. Her brow scrunched momentarily then smoothed back out. With a sigh I closed my eyes and drifted off.

I was pulled out of sleep to the sound of music clearing the sleep from my eyes and stretching the kink from my back I smiled as I heard the sound of humming coming from the kitchen.

Standing I made my way to the kitchen and leaned against the door way watching as Santana worked on eggs and pancakes. She spun around a little eyes closed bare feet padding on the floor singing to Adele with out a care in the world.

"Smells good", I said letting her know I was there.

She turned a flush starting to spread on her face, "Morning"

"Good morning", I said walking over to the coffee pot and pouring myself some before looking around for the cream and sugar. With out a word she handed whole milk and three sugar cubes to me. I smile at her and sit at the table watching her work. She's stopped dancing and singing though and I'm saddened to know that she doesn't feel comfortable with me.

We're sitting enjoying our breakfast when the sound of the front door startles me. Santana just roles her eyes and sighs. Quinn walks into the kitchen giving Santana a pointed look and me a glare, Rachel comes in just behind her. I guilty look at Rachel knowing she would have been worried about me.

"You didn't get cleared to leave, and you bailed on a race" Quinn says in a stern voice looking at Santana and I respectively. Santana looks at me in shock apparently not realizing I had left before the tournament was over.

"Sorry" I said unsure of what else to say. Quinn just sighs and sits at the table resting her head in her hands. To my surprise Rachel comes up behind her and rubs her shoulders. I chance a glance at Santana but she looks just as shocked as I feel. Finishing my pancakes I rinse my plate and lean against the sink.

"So I suppose we should do something since we're here and all" Quinn says glancing at Santana.

"Yeah we could go out on the boat, you guys ever wake boarded?"

I smirk at Santana's question, "Yes I have Rachel never done anything athletic"

Santana can't stop the giggle that escapes and it's the cutest thing I've ever heard.

Quinn smiles at Rachel, "Well I'm sure you'll do fine we'll teach you"

And with that we have a plan I go back up to Santana's room behind her grabbing the suit she pulled out yesterday. Unsure again of where I should change it's solved when Santana pulls her shirt off turning her back she slips her bikini top on so I turn and do the same.

So yeah I hope you like it and don't worry they will get back to the track at some point they will also get together soon.