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Chapter 5- Just A Kid
"Breakfast is ready," Dex said as he walked into the bedroom and changed into his work uniform. Brittany stirred in her sleep and forced her eyes open. "Santana's already downstairs so you don't need to wake her up this morning. Oh, do you mind dropping her off at school? I would do it but I'm running late," he added.
Brittany sat up in bed and yawned. "Yeah, I'll take her, I don't mind," she mumbled.
"Thank you. Are you still taking her shopping after school so she can get a new phone?" He asked.
Brittany nodded her head and rolled out of bed. "Yeah," she mumbled again.
"Good," Dex smiled, straightening his tie before walking out of the bedroom and heading downstairs.
Brittany stumbled forward and yawned again. She was so tired, her head was pounding, she already knew she was going to have a shit day. That's when all the memories came back to her. Her eyes widened, she had finally realized what she had done. She remembered walking into Santana's room and falling down on the bed. She remembered how the girl woke up and had to help her back into her bedroom. She froze on the spot, unable to move out of shame. She had done many embarrassing things in her life, but stumbling into Santana's room drunk was by far one of the worst.
She almost regretted offering to take Santana shopping. Spending the afternoon with the girl was almost painful. She prayed that Santana wouldn't remember what had happened, that she just thought it was a dream or something, but of course that would never happen. Santana would remember exactly what Brittany had done and said, and there was nothing she could do about it.
She considered jumping out of the window and running out of town to escape the humiliation. She even thought about leaving the country. She quickly shook those thoughts out of her head, she knew she was overreacting slightly. Running away wouldn't solve her problems, she had to face them even though she didn't want to. Brittany waited upstairs until she heard Dex leaving the house and going to work. She then went downstairs and walked into the kitchen, her heart beating faster than ever when she saw Santana sitting at the kitchen table, eating some toast.
She gulped nervously, this was it. "I think I'm going to go to the grocery store for a little bit, just to see a friend," Brittany said randomly, already halfway out the kitchen door. She told herself that she would be brave, but after seeing Santana actually there, she decided to bail. She had to get away from her.
"Sit down," Santana said sternly, glaring at Brittany.
"Fuck," Brittany mumbled, spinning around and walking over to the kitchen table, her eyes fixed on the floor. She couldn't even look the girl in the eye without feeling embarrassed. "Listen, I'm sorry about last night, it was stupid and I was drunk and-"
"You were right about Mrs. Briers," Santana said, cutting her off. Brittany looked up with watery eyes. "I ended up watching her making a pot of coffee. How did you know the exact time she woke up? Her morning routine?" She asked.
Brittany was glad Santana didn't bring up the little incident. "I-I always see her when I'm having a late night," she answered, purposely not mentioning the alcohol that would always be involved.
Santana ate more of her toast. "Interesting," she nodded. "is this when you're stumbling home from the bar or something?"
Brittany gulped, that was correct. "I suppose so," she shrugged. "Or if I wake up really early or something, I guess..."
"Do you ever see her when you're sober?" Santana asked, taking another bite of her toast.
Brittany sighed, knowing Santana wouldn't let her problem go. "What is this really about, Santana? Because I know you're not really interested in what time Mrs. Briers gets up on a morning and where I am when I see her," she said.
Santana finished off her toast and rested her elbows on the table. "I want to know what happened last night, you really scared me, Brittany." There was a pause for a moment, Santana shaking her head before continuing. "One minute I was dream and the next minute you jumped on top of me, I-I just don't understand!"
Brittany ran her fingers through her long blonde hair. "Well, I didn't exactly jump on you," she mumbled, looking down and playing with her fingers. "I sort of, you know, fell down."
Santana frowned. "Why were you in my room in the first place?" She questioned.
That's a good question, Brittany thought to herself. Why was I in your bedroom? Well, I couldn't sleep so I decided to sneak into your bed and be a pervert by staring at you while you slept. I was also drunk, but you probably know that already, since I didn't make much sense.
"It was just a mistake," Brittany lied.
"Did you get lost or something?" Santana asked, frowning. "Because this house isn't huge or anything, so I find it hard to believe that you couldn't find your room."
Once again Brittany felt the need to lie. "Look, before you moved into that bedroom, I used to sleep in there sometimes," she said quietly, pausing for a moment, trying to come up with another lie. "I'm sorry I walked into your bedroom last night, for a moment I just forgot, that's all."
"You were really drunk," Santana mumbled.
"I'm sorry about that," Brittany said. "Come on, let me drive you to school, I'll pick you up later so we can go shopping."
Brittany dropped Santana off at school before heading to work for a couple of hours. The drive to View Hill was silent, an awkward kind of silence. Brittany wanted to say something to Santana, but all of a sudden she felt nervous, she didn't know what to say. She still felt bad about the night before, no matter how much she tried to justify her actions, it was still pretty embarrassing. What was worse was the fact she knew Santana was thinking about it, like she had done all morning.
"Why do you always turn up late?" Mercedes asked when Brittany finally walked into the grocery store.
The woman hung up her coat and took a seat behind the counter. "I had to take Santana to school, sorry for being late," she mumbled.
Mercedes looked at her curiously. "What's wrong with you?" She asked, studying her friend. "Did something happen with you and Dex? You seem a little...off."
Brittany shook her head. Nothing was wrong with her and Dex, his daughter was the problem. Brittany was scared to drink around her, just in case she ended up pouncing on the girl or something. "I'm fine, everything is fine," she lied.
"Hmm, if you say so," Mercedes said.
"I assume Tina isn't coming in today."
"No, I'm going to kill that little bitch when I see her," Mercedes spat. "I'm sick of being messed about around here, I'm your fucking boss and when I tell you to work, you work!"
"Woah, what's happened?" Brittany asked, raising her arms defensively.
Mercedes sighed as she stocked the shelves. "Nothing, I'm sick of her not showing up to work," she said. There was silence for a moment, Brittany suddenly feeling guilty for all the times she had called in sick or something. "I need someone responsible working in this store, not two idiots," she hissed.
"Why don't you hire someone else?" Brittany suggested.
"That's what I'm trying to do, have you not read the advertisements on the town bulletin board?" Brittany shook her head, she hadn't seen anything. "Well, I'm recruiting, hopefully I'll start the interviews next week."
"I'm surprised you haven't found anyone yet, there's loads of unemployed people around here," Brittany pointed out.
Mercedes stared at her friend who was playing with her fingers. "Yeah, and there will be one more unemployed if you don't start doing some work."
Brittany cleared her throat. "Sorry boss."
Brittany sat in her car tapping the steering wheel as she waited patiently for Santana to leave the school. She was nervous to see the girl, but after stopping at the bar and having a quick drink, she felt a little bit better. She hummed as a familiar song came on the radio, and she was so into the song, she didn't hear the car door open.
"Erm...are we going to stay here all night?" Santana asked, startling Brittany.
"Jesus Christ!" Brittany screamed, frightened. "How long have you been sitting there?" She asked, looking around to see the other students leaving the school.
"Long enough to know you're really into 70s music," Santana smirked.
"They had good songs back then," she shrugged. "Better than all the shit you hear these days."
"That's true," Santana nodded. "So...are you going to drive into town?"
"Oh, sorry," Brittany said, pulling away from the school and down the street. She turned the music up so things wouldn't be even more awkward between her and Santana. Even though Santana was staring out the window contently, Brittany knew the girl was thinking about what had happened the other night. She wasn't alone, Brittany was thinking about it too.
Brittany parked the car outside of a restaurant and quickly got out, almost forgetting about Santana. The two walked down the street and into the phone shop. Since Brittany was clueless when it came to technology, she stood awkwardly in the middle of the store and waited for Santana to move. The girl browsed around before her eyes landed on something she liked.
"This is nice," Santana said, holding the phone in her hand.
Brittany squinted her eyes as she stared at the phone. "Yeah, I like it," she mumbled, not particularly interested. Her eyes then saw the price of the phone. "Actually, it's horrible, put it down!" She snapped.
"What's wrong with it?" Santana asked, frowning.
"Everything, that's not the type of phone you want," Brittany said.
"It's really nice, I think I want it," Santana said softly.
"Santana, put it back," Brittany warned.
"Is it because of the price?" Santana asked. "I know it's a little expensive, so if you don't want to pay the full price I could easily ask dad to-"
"No, he's not paying for this," Brittany said quickly, not wanting her husband to contribute towards it. She told Dex she would pay for it, so that's exactly what she was going to do. "We'll look around for something else, there might be something better," she added.
Santana reluctantly put the phone down and looked for something else.
"How about this one?" Brittany suggested, in love with the small, cheap phone.
Santana frowned when she saw it. "I'm pretty sure that phones like 50 years old," she mumbled.
"You know what they say, the old ones never break," Brittany said nervously. "I could throw my phone off a cliff and it still would work perfectly."
Santana sighed. "I think I would prefer something...younger. Not something old."
Oh god, she wants something younger. She would never look at me in such a way, I'm too old. This is a nightmare! Brittany thought to herself. Stop it! Stop it! She's your step-daughter, nothing else. It's a good thing she doesn't look at you like that.
"Yeah, the younger the better, right?" Brittany said.
Oh god, now I sound like a fucking paedophile! Brittany thought, panicking.
Santana cleared her throat. "Yeah, I guess so..."
Oh god, now Santana's a paedophile! She wants someone even younger than her. Cradler snatcher! Cradle snatcher!
Brittany's face turned bright red. "Depending on the situation, of course," she said quickly, putting distance between herself and Santana. "I mean, you might prefer younger phones, b-but perhaps when it comes to dating you wouldn't want to be with someone half your age." She had no idea where she was going with that.
"Erm...I guess that also depends on the situation," Santana said, looking confused.
Brittany crossed her arms. "Continue," she gestured.
Santana's face turned red. "When you're older it doesn't really matter about an age gap," she mumbled, looking down at the floor. "For example, it would be okay for a 50 year to date a 40 year old. An 18 year old dating an 8 year old would be completely different, you know?"
"I understand that," Brittany nodded.
"So, erm, lets just look for a phone, yeah?" Santana said.
Brittany nodded again as she followed Santana around the store, deciding to keep her mouth shut. After a few minutes of looking, Santana had found a phone she liked. Before even looking at the phone, Brittany saw the price, surprised by how cheap it was. If Santana wanted that phone, Brittany would happily buy it for.
"I like it," Santana smiled. "What do you think?"
Brittany looked down at the phone in Santana's hand. "It's not a new model," she murmured. "It's not old but it's not new."
"It's pretty," Santana said softly.
Now Brittany felt guilty. She could tell Santana had picked the phone because it wasn't expensive. "Look, if you want that new phone that everyone seems to buying, I'll get it for you, I don't mind," she said honestly, realizing how much the girl liked that phone.
Santana shook her head, surprising Brittany. "I want this one, it's nice," she said.
Brittany looked at Santana for a moment, studying the girl. She seemed to like it. "Do you think it will break if we throw it off a cliff?" She asked.
Santana giggled. "Not sure, but I'm pretty sure the screen wont crack if we drop it on the floor."
Brittany smiled. "Okay, we'll get this one."
After buying the phone and spending almost an hour in the place, Brittany and Santana left and went looking around town, since they were already there. The town wasn't busy to Brittany's surprise, so she didn't mind not going home the minute they left the phone store. They ended up looking in several stores, including a grocery store where Brittany felt the need to buy some alcohol. When their hands were full and they both wanted to go home, they walked back down the street towards the car.
Brittany frowned as they passed a store that caught her attention. "Santana? Isn't that the comic book store you bought that action figure from?" Brittany asked, slowing down.
Santana followed Brittany's eyes across the street. She smiled instantly when she recognized the place. "Oh yeah, its awesome in there!" She exclaimed.
"Do you...erm, do you want to have a look in? We're already here so..." Brittany mumbled.
"I would love to," Santana said quickly, already hurrying across the road and rushing into the comic book store.
Brittany rolled her eyes at Santana's eagerness and followed the girl. She opened the door and listened as some bells chimed. Her eyes glanced around the messy, crowded store, trying her hardest to spot her step-daughter among the junk. As she walked further into the store, her eyes landed on Santana, the girl was talking to talking to someone...someone young. Brittany held the bags tightly as she stormed over to the girl.
"Santana, I think it's time for us to go home," Brittany said sternly. Even though she had suggested the idea of going into the comic book store, she didn't like the girl Santana happened to be talking to.
Santana turned around. "Brittany, this is Karen, she works here," she said happily.
So? Why the fuck do I want to know that! It's not like we're going to be seeing each other ever again, Brittany thought to herself.
"It's nice to meet you," Karen, the tall blonde haired girl said, reaching out to shake Brittany's hand.
Brittany shrugged. "Hands are full, sorry," she mumbled, not liking the girl one bit.
Karen smiled. "Maybe next time."
Not in a fucking million years, Brittany said to herself.
Santana cleared her throat. "Karen's dad owns this place, he's the one who sold me the action figure, remember?"
Oh, how could Brittany ever forget about the $600 action figure. "I remember," she said, frowning again. "We can't stay in here for too long, so why don't you go and look around for a bit, see if there's anything you like, that's why we're in here, right?"
There was an awkward silence for a moment. Almost a minute had passed before Santana finally spoke. "Yeah, I'll just go and...browse."
Brittany watched her step-daughter walk away from slutty, ugly, disgusting Karen. When she was out of sight, she turned to face the girl she instantly disliked. "How old are you?" She asked quietly, not wanting to risk Santana hearing her. "I can't exactly work it out. You look old, but you're probably just a teenager, right?"
Karen glared at the woman. "I'm 20," she said.
Brittany closed her eyes and shook her head. "Sorry, I'm so sorry, but my Santana is only 18 years old, which means you should probably keep your hands to yourself," she hissed. She knew she was being ridiculous, but she didn't like the idea of this 'Karen' being around.
"Erm...there's only two years difference between us," Karen said quietly, avoiding eye contact with the woman. "I'm not exactly sure what's going on, but I don't think you have to worry about me and Santana getting together."
"And why is that?" She asked.
Karen laughed. "I don't even know her," she said, shaking her head. "We've only met like two times or something. Besides, she's not my type."
"Beautiful girls aren't your type?" Brittany frowned. "Do you prefer the ugly ones or something?"
"I'm straight," Karen said, glaring at Brittany. "You're really protective over her, aren't you?"
"I'm her step-mom, I have every right to be."
Karen picked up a comic book and flicked through the pages. "You sound just like mom, she's just like you," she said. "It's kind of annoying when you constantly have your parents on your back, getting involved in something that isn't their business."
"I just want the best for her," Brittany said, trying to sound like a good step-mom. Deep down she knew she wanted Santana all for herself, never mind anyone else. She refused to let anyone get in the way of that. Even if Karen had no interested in Santana, she didn't want to take the risk of something possibly happening. "There's a customer waiting to be served, don't you think you should put that book down and do your job?" She added, raising an eyebrow.
Karen shook her head and walked away from Brittany. The woman smiled and hurried around the store to find Santana. "Brittany, look what I found," Santana said, holding up a comic book. "It's limited edition!"
"Limited edition means expensive, right?" Brittany asked, eyeing the price in the far corner of the book.
"It's actually quite cheap," Santana said, flicking through a few pages.
Not wanting to sound like someone who doesn't like spending their money, Brittany said, "do you want me to buy it for you?"
Santana quickly shook her head and closed the book, gently placing it back on the shelf. "No way," she smiled, picking the bags off the floor. "You bought me a phone today, not to mention those soaps and other stuff. I don't want you to spend anymore money on me today."
Brittany's heart fluttered, she loved it when Santana said things like that. The disturbing thoughts popped back into her head, making Brittany blush. She knew she shouldn't be thinking about Santana in such a way, but she couldn't help it, they would never leave her alone. She repeated the words 'step-daughter' over and over again in her head, convincing herself that Santana was nothing more than a child who needed to be cared for, not something to please her. Eventually the redness disappeared and Brittany had calmed herself down.
Santana was looking at her curiously. "Are you okay?" She asked, worry written all over her face.
"I'm fine," Brittany said quickly.
"You look uncomfortable," Santana stated.
Brittany's mouth went dry. "It's this comic book store, it's scaring the shit out of me, all these fucking weird things on the shelves and that," she lied, turning her back on the girl. "Come on, lets get the fuck out of here." Before Santana had a chance to reply, Brittany was already half way out the door.
Half an hour later they were back at the house starting dinner. Brittany was standing next to the microwave when her husband walked through the front door. She groaned to herself, not expecting him to back home so soon. A part of her had hoped to spend the night with Santana. She didn't want to eat dinner with Dex. Clearly her relationship was falling apart.
"Hey, how was your meeting?" Brittany asked, allowing her husband to plant a kiss on her lips. She smiled when they broke apart.
"It was good, I don't know why I was so worried about it," Dex said, taking off his jacket. "Something smells good, what are you making?"
"Microwave dinner," Brittany said, shrugging her shoulders. "I didn't feeling like cooking much, I hope you don't mind."
"I'm not bothered, I'm not that hungry anyway," Dex said, taking a seat at the kitchen table and yawning as he ran his fingers through his blonde hair. "Santana's out in the yard, she showed me her new phone, it's not what I expected."
Brittany turned around and glared at her husband. "That's the phone she chose, don't blame me for it," she hissed. Even though Brittany was partly to blame for Santana's phone, since she didn't want the girl to pick something expensive, she would never tell Dex that, though. "Has she complained about it or something? Because earlier on she said that-"
"She loves it," Dex said softly, interrupting Brittany.
"Good, it's a nice little phone," Brittany nodded.
"She also loves it here. Thank you for making her feel welcome," Dex said.
"She's a great kid," Brittany shrugged. Kid. Santana was a great kid.
"Absolutely," Dex agreed. "I actually wanted to talk to you about something. I was going to discuss it with you later but Santana's not here so I guess this is a good time."
Brittany was curious. What did Dex want to talk about? Why did it involve Santana? "Talk to me," she said quickly.
Dex shifted uncomfortably in his chair. "I ended up coming home for lunch since I wasn't due back in the office for an hour, and I got bored and sort of started doing the laundry," he began, pausing for a moment and lowering his head. "I went into Santana's room and I don't know why I started snooping around, but I did. And guess what? I found something."
Brittany walked over to Dex, interested to know what he had found in Santana's room. A part of her wanted to run out the house and tell Santana that she wasn't the only snoop in the house, her father had also been searching her bedroom, but she was too curious to move. She had to know what he found. "What did you find in Santana's room?" She asked quickly.
Dex closed his eyes and shook his head. "I found condoms," he said, disappointed.
Brittany's eyes widened. "Y-you found what?" Brittany stuttered, unable to believe that innocent Santana had such things in her bedroom. Santana wasn't like that. Santana wasn't having sex. There must have been some misunderstanding!
"I found condoms," Dex repeated, opening his eyes. "lots of condoms."
"I-I don't understand. Surely she's not having sex yet," Brittany said, disgusted with the thought of Santana having sex with someone who wasn't her. The not so innocent thoughts quickly popped back into Brittany's head. She quickly got rid of them this time. "She can't be having sex, she doesn't have any friends around here!" Brittany snapped.
"You don't need friends to have sex, Brittany," Dex said.
"Yes you do!" Brittany protested, slamming her hand down on the kitchen table. "Santana's not like most other girls, she wouldn't just bang anyone in sight!"
"We don't know that," Dex said calmly, trying to hold himself together. "Like you said before, me and Santana weren't close when she lived in New York. God knows what she got up to there."
Brittany shook her head, refusing to believe such things. "She's not having sex. We've talked about it before, there must be more to this," she said.
"When did you and her talk about sex?" Dex asked, frowning.
When she left the house at midnight to buy an action figure, Brittany said to herself.
Brittany gulped. "I'm her step-mom, we talk about stuff like this, it's normal!"
"Then why does she have condoms if she's not having sex?" Dex asked, rubbing his forehead. "Is this her way of saying she's thinking about sex and planning on having it soon? I hope not, I don't think she's ready for anything like that, she's just a baby!"
"Remember what we talked about, she may be a kid, but she's not a baby," Brittany said softly. "I'll talk to her about it later, okay? Let me handle this one, she'll probably open up to me.
Dex nodded his head. "You'll tell me what she said, right?"
"Of course," Brittany said quickly. "Stop worrying, it's okay."
At 8pm Dex went to bed since he had another meeting early in the morning. Brittany sat in the living room with her cans of beer watching a game show. She couldn't stop thinking about what Dex had found in Santana's room earlier that day. She wondered why the girl had them. She knew Santana was a lesbian, and she knew she had a dick, but the possibility of her having sex any time soon scared the crap out of Brittany.
She was too distracted in her thoughts she didn't even hear Santana walking into the living room. She jumped slightly when the girl sat down on the arm chair in the far corner. Brittany looked over the girls outfit and gulped. Santana was wearing a white tank top with a pair of baggy shorts, exposing a small bulge. Santana had been in the shower so her long hair was completely wet, of course that wasn't the only wet thing in the room. Looking at Santana did all sorts of things to Brittany.
What really caught Brittany's eye was the top Santana was wearing. As her wet hair dripped on the top, it had started to become see through. Then Brittany's mouth really dropped. Santana wasn't wearing a bra. For a second she couldn't breathe, how could Santana walk into the living room looking so...hot? She tried to look away, but a part of her didn't want to. She could either watch the game show or watch Santana.
The game show didn't stand a chance.
"It's so cold tonight," Santana said, running her fingers through her long black hair.
Brittany's eyes were still on her. "Hot," she mumbled, looking over Santana's body. She felt drunk just looking at her step-daughter, for a moment she thought she was about to drool.
Santana giggled. "You think it's hot?" Santana asked, raising an eyebrow.
Brittany tore her eyes away from Santana's body and looked at her face. She gulped nervously. Santana looked so innocent, why was she still thinking about such inappropriate things? "N-no," Brittany stuttered, shifting uncomfortably on the couch. "I agree, it's quite cold tonight. Make sure to wrap up warm tonight."
"I will," Santana smiled.
Brittany nodded, turning her attention back to the television. She could feel Santana watching her, but she refused to stare at her again. Then she realized she needed to have the condom talk with her. Without staring at Santana, Brittany blurted out, "why do you have condoms in your room?"
Santana coughed loudly. "What?" She asked, eyes widening.
Brittany glanced in the girls direction. "Dex- your father, he found some condoms in your room earlier today, he wanted to know why you had them," she mumbled.
"Oh, I didn't think anyone would find them," Santana murmured, lowering her head. "You and dad have serious problems when it comes to going through other peoples stuff."
"Your dad's worse than me," Brittany said defensively. "Anyway, why do you have them?" She asked again, not wanting to drop the subject until she got an answer out of the girl.
Santana started to play on her phone. "Yesterday I was forced to listen to this woman talking about all the dangers of having sex, she gave us all a bunch of condoms," she said, still avoiding eye contact with Brittany. Clearly the conversation was making her feel uncomfortable. "I was going to get rid of them, it's not like I'll be using them any time soon."
"Why is that?" Brittany asked.
Santana shrugged. "Nobody would want to have sex with me."
"Yes they would," Brittany said quickly.
I would love to have sex with you, Brittany said to herself. Her eyes widened when she realized what had just popped into her head. Stop it! That's beyond disgusting! She's a school girl, you can't be thinking about her like that. Fuck, she's your step-daughter, stop being horrible.
Santana laughed, shaking her head. "Believe me, they wouldn't."
"Why not?" Brittany asked again.
"I have...something," Santana said.
Brittany nodded her head. "Yeah, something different, right?" Brittany asked. Santana nodded slightly. "We've had this conversation before, Santana. You're beautiful, even if you have something different, I'm sure it still makes you just as beautiful."
I know you're referring to your dick, Santana. It's really nice, why are you worried about it, Brittany thought.
Santana dropped the phone out of her hand. "Trust me, no one would want to have sex with me."
I would, Brittany thought. Fuck off, this is getting ridiculous now.
"They totally would," Brittany argued. "Anyway, you don't have to worry about sex at your age, you're still young."
"I guess," Santana murmured. "I have homework I need to do, so I'll see you in the morning. Goodnight, Brittany," she added, standing up and slowly walking out of the living room.
Brittany didn't want the girl to leave. It was only 8pm and they had at least 4 hours of television to watch, she just wanted Santana to stay with her. Dex was already in bed so that would have been the perfect time for them to have more conversations. A part of her wanted to beg Santana to stay, but she quickly pulled herself together and kept repeating the words 'step-daughter' over and over again in her head.
Before she left the room, Santana turned back around and looked at Brittany. "You were yawning earlier, maybe you should go to bed soon," she suggested. Brittany rolled her eyes, she knew Santana was only saying that because she didn't want her to get drunk again.
"I'm wide awake," Brittany smiled. "Have fun doing your homework, if you need any help just come down here or something."
Santana closed her eyes and shook her head. "Should I be worried about waking up in the middle of the night and finding you on top of me again?" She asked.
Brittany's eyes widened, she didn't want that incident to be brought up ever again. Her face turned bright face. "N-no, that wont happen again, I promise."
"Are you sure?" Santana asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I'm positive," Brittany nodded. "I'm sure I'll be able to find my way to the bedroom tonight."
"I hope so," Santana sighed. "Goodnight."
Brittany watched the girl leaving the room before she threw the TV remote across the room. Santana was still pissed at her because of the other night. Not only that, but the girl was also worried about it happening again. Brittany could imagine Santana waking up in the middle of the night out of fear, expecting the woman to be leaning over her looking all crazy and that. She swore that would never happen again, but perhaps Brittany's shouldn't have made promises she couldn't keep. After many drinks, Brittany wasn't Brittany anymore, and that drunk Brittany would have no problem walking into her step-daughters room again.
"It's late, I should just go to bed," Brittany said out loud. She then shook her head. "It's too early, what the fuck am I talking about. I'll go to bed in a few hours, sober. But maybe I wont be able to sleep if I'm too sober. Shit, what the fuck should I do? Stay sober, that's probably for the best. That way I wont end up walking into Santana's room. She wont have anything to worry about tonight."
Sometimes saying things in your head is probably for the best, for what Brittany didn't realize was the creaky stairs didn't creak. Santana hadn't went up to her bedroom, she was still downstairs. And she could hear every word.
