Chapter 5
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NOTE:
I apologize in advance. This chapter would be very short. Like, super short.
I haven't really found a rhythm for this story and I've been terribly busy with work and school. But please be assured that I will complete this story before February ends. I've already finished with the story sketch and I know how this will end.
I have one more paper to write for school, then I'll be devoting the next days to this story.
Expect at least two updates this coming week.
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The small, voluptuous woman recovers from her surprise, and much to Brittany's chagrin, Dani is looking at her with a smug grin.
"Took you long enough. Though I'm not really surprised." Dani says as she opens the door wider, giving the taller woman the option to get inside the apartment without actually asking her to. Brittany narrows her eyes at the singer, arms crossed on her chest as she takes a deep breath before storming inside the place. Once she gets in, Brittany immediately allows her gaze to roam around the space. Despite most people thinking that she's dumb, Brittany knows that she's not one. She knows, merely by looking around the apartment and the pieces of furniture in it, that this is Dani's special place.
Brittany knows (though she only accidentally heard it from Kurt) that Dani bought the whole floor of the building that once housed the tiny studio apartment that she once shared with Santana.
The apartment has a subtle decor and houses several tremendously famous pieces of art but the one that captures other people's attention would be the massive abstract painting that Dani herself made as a tribute to Santana—its meaning something that only the actress would understand. The whole place has been divided into two parts: the first one which spans almost all of the floor area is Dani's main living space, designed by one of the best interior decorators in the business; while the second part is the exact loft that she lived with Santana in. It remains untouched, connected to the 'main apartment' through a door that only Dani could access.
To this day, Dani still could not bring herself to have that small loft fixed, or remodeled. It still has that couch that Santana found in the dumpster, the bed that they saved money for, the vase that Dani especially designed for Santana as well as her old guitar on the center table.
She couldn't.
It's the most potent physical reminder she has of Santana—a place where she still finds herself sleeping in during those nights when she felt like she couldn't go on anymore.
"I'm not here for a friendly chat." Brittany voice snaps Dani out of her trance and when she turns her attention back to the dancer, blue eyes are glaring at her.
"Damn, I was hoping for one." Dani chuckles, loving the way Brittany's face scrunches up in confusion for a few seconds before realization dawns on her and it's replaced with an expression of contempt. Dani doesn't allow Brittany to get back at her right away, opting to move towards her posh kitchen and grab a can of beer from the refrigerator, throwing it at Brittany who scrambles to catch the can before it hits her face. "Shitty catch."
"Shitty aim." Brittany huffs, opening the can and taking a long gulp.
She'll need all the liquid courage she could get because as soon as she came face to face with Dani, Brittany knows that this conversation won't be easy. She knows that Dani's a headstrong woman, but that conclusion's done only after watching numerous interviews of her. Looking at the singer now, Brittany sees a bitchiness that rivals Santana's.
"Take a seat wherever you want. I'd ask you if you want something to eat, but I know that's not a good idea." Dani shrugs nonchalantly, opening her own beer before taking a seat on her couch. "So you're here because you want me to stay away from Santana." She states, more than asks.
"It's good to know that like me, you don't want to waste time on the inessentials."
"Of course. Does she know you're here?"
"No."
"Figures."
"I need you to stay away from Santana." Brittany orders, not caring whether she sounds pathetic.
"Why? You threatened?"
"I know you're a bitch, but I didn't know you're also disrespectful."
"Disrespectful how?"
"Santana's with me. How about that?"
"So?"
"So back off!"
"What do you think I'm doing? I'm almost twenty five hundred miles away from her." Dani chuckles. "If this is how you react with that distance, I don't know what you'll do if, say, I move to LA." Dani adds, trying to rile Brittany up some more.
"It's an unwritten rule, Harper. You don't try something that belongs to other people—"
"I didn't know Santana's something now. The last time I checked, she's a person! Not some fucking thing!"
"You know exactly what I mean—"
"No, actually I don't." Dani frowns. "Do yourself a favor and go back to that airport and catch your flight to LA because this is suck a waste of time."
"I'll do that. I just came here to tell you to stay away from her. Stop sending her flowers! Stop writing songs about her! JUST STOP!"
"What are you so scared of, Brittany?" Dani asks, her voice traced with no sarcasm nor bite. "Are you scared that the flowers, the songs would make her realize that—"
"Shut up! You shut your mouth!" Brittany jolts out of her seat, her forefinger pointed at Dani. "Santana loves me."
"I didn't say she doesn't. In fact, I know that she does. She does love you, Brittany. So much."
"Then why won't you stop?" Brittany asks, her tone more of pleading than accusing.
"You don't want me to answer that. Not really." Dani sighs. It's pretty obvious to her why Brittany's so scared. What she's so scared of. She wants to tell her, do her a favor really, and just freaking tell her. But looking at the dancer in front of her, Dani knows that Brittany has long since realized the answer.
Santana loves her, but she's not in love with Brittany.
At least not anymore.
"Just please..." Brittany sits on the table, facing Dani. She needs Dani to understand. "Please, Dani."
"Brittany, I—"
"Please." Brittany begs. "Please don't take her away from me. I can't lose her again."
"Brittany!" Dani yells, needing Brittany to snap out of it. "Santana is not some possession to be taken away! Let. Her. Decide!"
"You don't understand!" Brittany shakes her head in frustration. "Can't you see? Santana chose me. She chose me!"
"Yeah?" Dani narrows her eyes in exasperation. "Then what are you doing here?"
"Because you won't stop." Brittany whimpers. "You just won't stop and I need you to."
"Do you really want to continue to live this way though, Brittany? To live with the thought that the person you love is just waiting for you to break up with her because she doesn't want to hurt you again? To—"
"Take that back." Brittany mutters under her breath, her jaw clenched. "Fucking take that back!"
"We both know Santana. We know that she may be a bitch, but she won't hurt the people she loves. At least not consciously. Admit it, Brittany. You know deep in your heart that what I'm saying is true. That's why you're scared. That's why you're here."
"Fuck you." Brittany spats, but Dani is already looking at her stoically. The singer finishes her beer, not muttering another word. As soon as she's done. she crumples the can before standing from her seat.
"Close the door when you leave," was all Dani says as she moves back to her kitchen to throw her tin on the bin.
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The next day
Brittany sits on the divan in her and Santana's apartment, waiting for her girlfriend to enter their place.
She arrived a little over six hours later and instead of getting some sleep, she decided to wait for Santana instead.
Her wait ends a little over five minutes later, when true to form, Santana came rushing through the door, looking disheveled.
"Brit?" Santana gasps, shocked written on her face. "I thought... I thought you won't be home until tomorrow."
"Hmm." Brittany hums as she takes a glance at Santana. She doesn't even have to look longer than a few seconds to know that with the way Santana's posture is slumped, that something's wrong.
Again.
"I—" Santana trails on, gulping as she walks towards Brittany. "We need to talk."
Brittany looks at Santana with glossy eyes, having an inkling as to what that 'talk' would be all about.
"Go on." Brittany answers bravely.
"Last night, at Rachel's party..." Santana bows her head, unable to look at Brittany in the eye. "Something happened last night—"
"Wait, what?"
"I didn't mean to—"
"What are you talking about?"
"I cheated on you."
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I'm already working on the next chapter. It would be uploaded on Monday.
All mistakes are mine.