I won't lie, this chapter is serious. Santana opens up and we know that when that happens, seriousness and tears occur. I do hope you guys like this chapter, because it hits close to home for me. And writing it made ME open up in a way. This chapter wouldn't be up today if it weren't for Lauren. She reminded me people are waiting. So here it is.

Brittany looked at the ceiling as a plea to God to give her the strength to not laugh at the Latina. Santana had been her for the whole day trying to perfect the dance she had learned. She wasn't the best dancer, but Brittany loved that she was trying. The tango seemed like an easy dance to teach the shorter girl because it was a Latin dance. That was before she realized the brunette had two left feet. Brittany had been stepped on at least ten times today, but she didn't care. She thought the girl looked adorable trying to dance. Santana felt terrible for stepping on her girlfriend but she wanted to do this for Brittany. This was the blondes passion, and wanted to show her that she would do anything for her. They had been dancing all day, o only stopping for bathroom and water breaks. Santana looked over the blondes shoulder and saw what time it was.

"We should get dinner." she said dropping her hands from Brittany's shoulder and hand. Much to the Latina's dismay, the blonde made herself the lead. Santana at first hated it but learned quickly it would've been harder to be leading.

"I'll cook us something." Brittany said as she picked her iPod off it's dock. Santana nodded and followed her to her office so she could get the rest of her stuff. She felt useless to the blonde girl. She couldn't cook, dance, nothing the blonde liked. All Santana could do was argue. She sighed in realization that the girl deserved better than her. Brittany took the shorter girls hand as they got into the taxi. She could tell the Latina was thinking hard about something but didn't want to disturb her. She tried not to think anything of it until they got out of the taxi and Santana dropped her hand.

"You deserve better than me." she said quietly. Brittany looked at her incredulously and opened the door to her home. Santana looked around and noticed the blondes personality showed through her furniture and colors. The house was bright and playful looking.

Brittany sat down on a red soft couch and d the place next to her, and Santana obeyed. Brittany sat there silently debating what she wanted to say. She looked the shorter girl as she fiddled with her fingers and couldn't contain the ugh to take the girls hand in her own.

"You're wrong." she whispered and Santana looked up at her.

"You're the most amazing person I've ever met. You say things in a way I can understand them, you're sweet to me even when I have a dumb moment. You make me feel like I could be smart too. You're romantic and you don't just want me for sex. You're the only person I've ever met to make me feel safe, and secure. I don't deserve better than you, cause that's nonexistent." Brittany continued. Santana wiped the unshed tears from her eyes with her free hand. Brittany said everything that needed to be said. She was perfect.

"I can't dance, or cook, I can't even take you to petting zoos. I'm afraid of birds." Santana confessed and Brittany's heart tugged in adoration for the sad girl next to her.

"You don't have to do those things to be with me. You just be you, and your awesome enough." Santana smiled and shook off the embarrassment. She usually didn't get like this, but it was okay sometimes.

"Teach me something about lawyer-ing." the blonde said standing to go make dinner. Santana stood with her, never letting go of her hand. She didn't know what to teach the taller girl. All lawyers really did was argue.

"Ducks are stupid." Santana said as Brittany started chopping vegetables. Brittany looked up and dropped her brow.

"That's rude. They're very smart."

"They eat bread and swim. Thats it, and it makes them dumb." Santana said smiling at her terrible logic. If Brittany wanted to learn something, this was the way to teach her.

"They swim to catch fish. And they fly south for winter. They don't use GPS's or calendars, they just know. That's smart."

"You just learned something about being a lawyer. Twist truth to get someone to say what you want." Brittany formed her mouth into an 'o' and nodded. She thought Santana was trying to make her mad. She continued to make dinner as Santana talked about why she was afraid of birds. Santana didn't talk openly about her fears and was surprised with herself. She looked at Brittany cook and she smiled on adoration. The blonde was making spaghetti, and she looked adorable doing so.

The food was finished and Brittany made their plates and sat it on the table. Santana chuckled to herself as Brittany sat down before she remembered that she needed silverware. As they girls ate, they chatted about simple topics. Brittany had never asked Santana the question she wanted to, not afraid of the answer but of how Santana would react. She didn't want to make the Latina uncomfortable but the question wouldn't leave her mind. After dinner, Santana made herself useful and helped clean up before they made their way to Brittany's room. The blonde sat Indian style and Santana rested her head in her girlfriends lap. Brittany exhaled loudly and looked down into Santana's eyes.

"Who raped you?" she asked quietly. Santana shot up from the blondes lap.

"Why?"

"I just want to know." Santana's mind was racing. She knew it would come up eventually, but she hated the topic.

"A guy named Sam." Brittany waited for more information and Santana laid her head back down and Brittany took it as a sign to try to calm the girl down. She started running her fingers through the brunettes thick locks before the Latina continued.

"I was young, he was my moms friends son. I was around eleven he was like fourteen. I thought I was supposed to like boys so his attention was something I pretended to like. He pushed me into his room one day. Spongebob was playing in the background and he made me.." Santana said, her voice cracking.

"You don't have.." Brittany started but was cut off by the rest of the story.

"He made me touch him, and he made me let him touch me. Then he said we would play house and we had to actually make the baby. God Britt, I told him to stop. He wouldn't, he just kept pushing and pushing. My mom walked in and he got in trouble. But even at eleven I knew it was wrong. I felt disgusting. He did it twice.. Both times at his house. The second time we were home alone. He made it worse.." Santana said tears running down her face and now on her side. Brittany moved down near her girlfriend and wrapped her arms protectively around the shorter girl. Brittany had tears in her eyes but she had to be strong for Santana.

Santana had never felt so safe in her life than she had lying in Brittany's arms. No girlfriend had ever been worthy of knowing that kind of information in Santana's mind before, but Brittany was more than worthy. Brittany whispered soothing words in her ear until the sobbing stopped and turned to face the beautiful blonde.

"You make me feel safe." she said so quietly that Brittany had to strain to hear. But she did hear, and her heart thudded hard at the broken voice she heard. Santana was opening up and Brittany loved what she was seeing, but didn't want to overwhelm the brunette so she kissed her. The kiss was gentle and loving. Santana cupped the blondes cheek and caressed it with her thumb. She flicked her tongue across Brittany's lip and they lazily massaged each others tongues. The passion was there, but the kiss was a statement from Brittany saying it was okay to be vulnerable, that she wouldn't hurt her. Santana had tears welling up in her eyes again and broke the kiss. No one had ever meant more to her than Brittany did. She nuzzled into the other girls neck, and closed her eyes. Brittany could tell the Latina had no intention in leaving and frankly, she wouldn't want her to. She only felt happy around the brunette and thought it would be nice to wake up happy.