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Two Weeks Earlier
The dance studio was filled with young students learning a new routine. Brittany and the assistant, Jake, walked around the kids, helping with their execution of moves. The two hours went by pretty quickly, having been the last class of the day. The students shuffle out of the studio and out into the parking lot, some still discussing the new routine. Jake walks over to shut the door as Brittany walks over to the stereo.
"Could you turn on some music for me?" Jake calls from the other side of the room. The blonde smiles and chooses a song and starts dancing to it. A few seconds later, the assistant is in front of her, moving along with the music. The song is a little fast in the beginning but slows down towards the middle. Jake takes a bold move and puts his hands on the other dancer's hips. At the time, she doesn't think anything of it since they are co-workers. When the song ends, their bodies have no spaces in between, their faces extremely close with lips an inch apart.
Before she could pull away, Jake leaned in and kissed her. The kiss lasted a few seconds until Brittany pushed him away in anger.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" She practically yelled.
"Well I was kissing you." He smirked and attempted to walk closer to her but she backed away instantly.
"Yeah, I got that, but why the fuck would you do that. You know I have a girlfriend."
"Yeah, so? What's your point?" He folds his arms across his chest, angry that she's acting this way.
"I'm in love with her you dumb shit. Don't ever do that again." Brittany turns and walks across the room to grab her iPod from the stereo but before she makes it half way Jake grabs her arm and spins her around.
"I see the way you look at me when I'm dancing. You like me, I know it. Why don't you just dump her and be with me?" Their faces are inches apart again.
"I love her, not you. And I don't know what you're talking about, the only reason I look at you when you're dancing is because you're a good dancer." She tries to get out of his grasp but he won't let go.
"Just think about it." He finally lets go of her arm and walks out of the studio.
"Fuck.." The blonde mutters under her breath and walks over to grab her iPod and her duffle bag. She looks at her phone and finds a missed call from Santana and guilt washes over her. Quickly, she texts her telling her that class ran late and that she'd be home soon.
The dancer ran out to her car and threw her stuff in the front seat and drove home, trying not to think about what happened with Jake. Her phone rings, it's Santana.
"Hey babe, could you pick up some milk from the grocery store? We don't have any left."
Brittany bites her lip, "Yeah, sure I can do that."
"Are you okay? You sound off."
"Yeah, I'm fine, just a little tired from teaching the new routine today." She lied, hoping her lover wouldn't catch on.
"Okay well I'll see you when you get home."
"See you."
The line ends and Brittany pulls over to the side of the road, feeling like she is about to cry.
"Just stay calm, it was just a kiss and you didn't kiss him back.. Just don't bring it up…" She whispers to herself, trying to keep back her tears.
She pulls away from the side and continues on to the grocery store to get the milk. When she reaches her house, she stays in the car for a few more minutes, trying to stay calm and not freak out. She walks into the house and brings the milk into the kitchen and puts it into the fridge. Santana comes downstairs and smiles when she sees her girlfriend.
"Hey babe, I missed you today. Did you have fun at work?"
Brittany hesitates a bit and nods. "Yeah, it was alright. Kind of hectic." She rubs the back of her neck and walk upstairs and the brunette follows.
"Well you know, I could give you a massage. I know how tense you get after a day full of dance." She offers a small smile, sitting on the bed.
The dancer walks to the closet and picks out a pair of shorts and a tank top. "No, its fine. I'm just gonna take a shower and then watch some tv or something."
Santana frowns a little bit, noticing how off her girlfriend sounds. "Okay. Well I'm going to go cook something up for dinner."
"Okay. I'll be down in a little bit." She turns to her girlfriend and attempts to smile. Santana smiles back then turns to walk out of the room.
The nurse comes into the room to check on Brittany since her crying episode from the day before. "Hey Brittany, how are you feeling today?"
She doesn't respond, she just looks up to the ceiling, thinking.
"I came to see if you wanted anything to eat or drink. Is there anything specific you would like?"
The blonde shakes her head slightly. "No." Her voice is broken up and tinged with sadness.
The nurse looks down at the floor and crosses her arms. "Well you need to eat something to keep your strength up. How about I bring you some jello?"
Brittany looks at the nurse for a few seconds then turns back to the ceiling. "Fine.."
The nurse steps closer and sits down in the chair beside her bed. "I know this is a very hard time for you.. we are doing the best we can to save her. Right now, she is showing some brain activity but not much. There is still a chance she could wake up. I'm not supposed to be telling you this since you technically aren't her family but I know you care for her."
At those words Brittany looks at the nurse with teary eyes. "I love her so much and I just want her to be okay. This is all my fault.. if it wasn't for that s-stupid p-party.." Her words become slurred in the midst of her tears and the lump in the back of her throat.
"It's not your fault sweetie. I'll keep you updated on her condition. Right now, I'm going to go get you something to eat since you haven't eaten anything for a day.
Brittany just nods and wipes the tears from her eyes. "Thank you…"
The nurse leaves and comes back fairly quickly with orange jello inside of a bowl and a plastic cup. "Here is your jello. I also brought you some water." She places the food and water on the rolling tray and helps Brittany sit up.
"Thank you.. I don't really have an appetite though." Her words are small and barely audible.
"I know sweetie but you need to eat. Once you get some food in your stomach and some hydration you will feel a little better."
"Okay.." The blonde digs the spoon into the bowl and takes a small bite. Her stomach growls, urging her to eat more. She finishes the jello within five minutes and downs the water.
"Thank you for bring me something to eat. I guess I was kind of hungry." She places the cup back down onto the tray.
"You're welcome. Well how about some tv?" South of nowhere pops up on the screen.
Brittany walks downstairs after her warm shower and sits on the couch, turning on the tv. Santana calls from the kitchen, "Dinner is almost ready."
"Okay." She flips a few channels and settles on reruns of south of nowhere. She watches the show for a few minutes and Santana comes out with two plates of food, setting them down on the coffee table.
"I made rice, peppers and put some sauce on them with a side of corn." She sits down beside her girlfriend and starts eating. Brittany sits up as well and starts eating her meal.
"Thank you. It looks really delicious." She smiles and digs into her food.
"So um, did anything happen at work today?" The Latina asks the question out of the blue. Brittany feels like she has been caught but tries to act normal.
"Nothing really, why?" Her words are a bit shaky but hardly noticeable.
"Well you seem a little off today. You don't seem like your normal self." Santana turns her full attention to Brittany who in turn does the same.
"I'm just stressed is all. Some of the kids aren't doing so great and they have competitions coming up and its my job to make sure they are ready." She didn't completely lie, she was stressed out about the competitions and the pressure the parents are putting her under. The other thing she did NOT want to talk about.
Santana nods and urges her to go on. "Is anything else wrong?"
"No, nothing really. I just want to sit back an relax. I don't want to think about work right now." Her words are a little strained, trying to end the conversation.
"Okay.. Well I'll stop asking you about work then." Santana turns to face the tv and continues eating her food.
"I'm sorry.. I'm just sore and tired. I'm not trying to be a bitch.." She looks down at her food and feels guilt rush through her again.
"It's fine Brittany." The brunettes tone is tinted with sadness. Before the blonde can say another word, Santana stands up and walks into the kitchen and returns with two bottles of water.
"Santana, I am really sorry okay? I don't want you to be mad.." Her words are ignored by her lover. She stands up and walks into the kitchen and takes out a bottle of wine from her secret place and pours it into a glass. By this time, Santana has finished eating and gone up stairs. A few glasses of wine later, Brittany is drunk and walks up the stairs. She walks into the bedroom giggling and the Latina turns to look at her. She saunters over to the bed and lays down on the opposite side. Santana can smell the alcohol on her and folds her arms across her chest.
"Brittany, why are you drunk?" Her tone is serious, almost harsh.
"I just wanted to looseennn upp." The slurred words elongated. Santana rolls her eyes.
"Well, there are other ways to loosen up. You don't need to get drunk."
"Come onnn San, I just wanted to drink and have a good time. It's not that big a deal." She leans in closer to her lover but she moves away. At this, Brittany gets a little angry.
"Why are you so pissed off? I'm not doing anything wrong, I just drank a little wine."
Santana scoffs. "A little? You mean half the bottle?" Her harsh words rattled through the blondes ears and she became furious.
"Maybe you should drink. It would maybe change your bitch attitude." Before she realized it, the words just flew out of her mouth. Her hand flies up to her forehead. "Santana I didn't mean that.. I'm so sorry."
The Latina gets up out of the bed and opens the door. "Get out."
"Santana.." Brittany pleads.
"You can sleep on the couch if you think I'm such a bitch." Brittany gathers a pillow and blanket and stumbles towards the door, giving her girlfriend one last sad look. Santana refuses to look in her direction and once she is out the door, the brunette slams it shut and runs to her bed, burring her face in the pillows.
"Can you change the channel, I don't want to watch this." She rushes the words and the nurse looks at her for a second before changing the channel. The nurse eventually finds a movie that had just started.
"Do you like zombie movies?" The nurse asks, trying to lighten the mood.
"Yeah kind of. I don't really watch a lot of movies anymore."
"Well this is a pretty funny zombie movie. Its called Zombieland. I'm going to go finish my rounds but I'll be back in a little while."
The dancer nods and turns her attention to the movie but is too preoccupied to really watch. Her mind is racing and all she can think of is how the show triggered a fight with lover. Brittany lays back and tries to forget about things and watch the movie.