Hey guys! so here's chapter 22! wow i never thought i would get this kind of response to my story. i hope you are all enjoying it still even after all the heartache... just remember that Brittany is endgame.
so this might be the last chapter this week and next because i'm going away on Friday and i wont have internet connection, but if i can i will try and update before then but if i dont i promise you two chapters in one day on the 6th!
enjoy!
Chapter 22
"Baby, I don't want to go out with Quinn." Brittany pouted as she wrapped her arms around Santana's waist. "I want to stay here with you and watch stupid musicals while you shout at Rachel for groping Quinn right in front of us." Brittany whined innocently.
Santana rocked up onto the balls of her feet and hooked an arm around her girlfriend's neck as she pulled her down to kiss away the pout. "I know baby. Me too, but me and Rachel need to sort everything out for your birthday party. And Quinn is taking you out to get you a new dress." Santana said a little more enthusiastically than needed but it was worth it to see the blonde smile and roll her eyes.
"You're such a dork." Brittany giggled.
"That's why you love me." Santana stated like it was the most obvious thing ever.
"Hmm…" Brittany shrugged playfully crashing their lips together before Santana could shoot back a snarky comment. Santana's grip tightened in Brittany's hair as she held the blonde in place causing the taller girl to moan softly into Santana's mouth.
Brittany began to slip her hands down the back of Santana's thigh's and hoisted the girls up. She pressed Santana up against their bedroom door when she tangled her legs around her waist. "Rachel's dads are in the other room." Santana whispered into Brittany's lips.
"Well you're going to have to be extra quiet then." Brittany moaned as she unhooked Santana bra. Just as the blonde was about to pull it away, there was a loud knock at the door.
"Britt? You ready?" Quinn's voice sounded from the other side of the door. Santana let out an irritated sigh as Brittany set her down.
"Coming." Brittany called back.
"You would have been." Santana mumbled as she opened the door to follow Quinn. Brittany just rolled her eyes and picked up her coat. They really couldn't get any time to them-selves in this house. It had been four days and Brittany was finding it hard to keep her hands to herself, she was lucky one of Rachel's dads hadn't caught them doing anything inappropriate in their house.
When she walked into the living room she was met by her girlfriend and Rachel sprawled out on the sofa watching something on the TV. "I thought you gays were meant to be sorting out my party?" she pouted. Quinn giggled from behind her as she pulled on her boots.
"Guys, Britt. Not gays." She corrected the blonde.
Brittany just shook her head. "We're not guys and we're all clearly very, very gay." She shrugged causing Quinn to giggle.
"We will baby. We'll start when you and Quinn have gone." She shot her girlfriend a smile. "Right, Rach?" she kicked the other girl lightly to get her attention.
"Oh, yeah. Of course." Rachel mumbled, she barely lifted her head up off her arm to reply. Santana just rolled her eyes.
"You better. You've been in bed all week, you need to stop being lazy, San." Brittany scolded. Santana just rolled her eyes, she didn't bother correcting the blonde and telling her that she couldn't help but be lazy because her chest was in pain and any physical activity exhausted her.
"Don't worry, Britt. We'll get it done before you get home." Brittany bent over to kiss Santana good bye as Quinn ushered her out of the front door. Rachel slowly began to sit up and pull on a hoodie that was thrown over the back of the sofa. "Where do you think you're going Berry?"
"To start on the sandwiches for Brittany's party." Rachel deadpanned.
"Oh no you don't. You're keeping my legs warm." Santana pulled on Rachel's arm so she landed back into her old position.
"But…" Rachel started.
"Once this is finished." Santana pointed towards the TV. "Did you call the rest of Glee club?"
"Yeah, Finn said he felt too uncomfortable being around me and Quinn to come after he saw us at your party." She shrugged. Santana hadn't even thought about him, she hadn't realised that he may still have feelings for Rachel. No one had thought how he might feel… "Mercedes said she couldn't make it because she's working on her new album so Sam said he wants to stay and support her so he won't be coming either. Other than that, everyone else can come." Rachel clapped her hands and tipped her head to the side with a smile.
Santana rolled her eyes at the girl's cheeriness. "Seriously, Finnocence needs to grow a pair of balls and get over himself. And I'm sure Mercedes could have found time to come to Britt's birthday party." Santana stood up and stormed off towards the kitchen to start making the food. "What time are they all going to be here?"
"Around five, so they can help before Q and Britt get back, which will be around eight." Rachel skipped into the kitchen. "Okay, so what's first?" Rachel rubbed her hands together and opened the fridge door to collect ingredients.
"Cake?" Santana grinned wide. She couldn't wait to get started on Brittany's birthday cake, it was going to be the best thing the blonde had ever tasted she just knew it…
"Have you thought about what kind of cake you're going to make?" Rachel asked as she pulled out pots and pans from the cupboard.
"The edible kind…"
Rachel just shook her head and mumbled something under her breath. "How about I do the cake and you can do sandwiches or something?"
"No. I want to do the cake since it's on my bucket list. You can't stop me, Berry. You're all just going to have to eat it even if it tastes and looks like shit." Santana snapped.
"God. This is going to be a disaster." She mumbled as she looked up the ceiling. "Okay, fine. But at least let me help?" Santana tapped her chin for a moment while she thought but finally nodded her head.
As Rachel put the cake into the oven, Santana put a neat cross next the item on her list. She was one more activity closer to finally finishing this list. She doubted she would ever finish it though, she knew deep down that she would never make it that long, especially with the way things were happening lately. Even her doctor was surprised at how bad she was doing; Hiram had persuaded her to call her doctor just to inform him on what had happened. He had told her that she shouldn't have been missing her appointments but she had just spat back that there was nothing that they could do to stop the inevitable.
She could feel herself slowly coming towards the end and there was nothing she could do about it.
"Santana?" Rachel's voice pulled the Latina from her thoughts as she waved a hand in front of her face.
"Huh?"
"I said would you help me with these?" Rachel held up some colourful banners and streamers in her arms and gestured with her head towards the living room.
"Oh yeah, sure." Santana quickly stood up from her seat and pulled a stool into the living room so that they could reach the coving of the ceiling to hand up the banners. That was the down side of leaving the two shorter girls of the couples to sort out decorations, they couldn't reach.
Rachel let out a quiet grunt as she stood on her tip toes on top of the stool whilst Santana held her waist so that she wouldn't fall. "Shouldn't the guys be here soon?" Santana mumbled.
"Yes… they should be here… right now actually." Rachel managed to grunt out as she stretched her tiny arms out as far as she could manage. "There." She grinned in triumph as she stuck the corner down.
"Don't get too excited, we still have the rest of the room to do." She mumbled as she gestured to the other three walls in the room. Rachel let out a quite groan. Suddenly, there was a loud knock at the front door. "I'll get it!" Santana shouted as she raced off to go and answer the door. Rachel wobbled on the bar stool as she lost her balance causing it to topple over with her on top of it.
Santana heard a screech from the room she had just left but she just rolled her eyes in annoyance, Rachel always had a tendency to overreact. The corners of her mouth formed into a warm smile as she saw a group of people standing outside of the door through the glass window.
"Hey guys!" she cheered loudly as Blaine, Kurt, Puck, Mike, Tina and Sugar all walked in closely followed by Artie who rolled just behind them all baring gifts. "Rachel's through there. She needs help." She whispered to Puck and Mike as she pointed towards the living room. Both boys nodded with a smirk and headed through. "How was your flight?" She turned to everyone else as they all smiled and nodded.
"It was fine. Surprised you chose to drive." Kurt smirked knowing fine well that the Latina hated planes.
"No. Fucking. Way am I getting on one of those things! I watched Grey's Anatomy! I do not want to die or have to have my leg amputated!" she said with a completely serious expression on her face.
"Santana, that only happened because it was a dodgy airline company and anyways, there's only like one in a million per cent chance that a plane you are on will crash." Blaine tried to reassure the girl but Santana was having none of it.
"With my luck I would be on the only plane out of that million that would crash…" she mumbled. Everyone in the room went silent knowing that the Latina was referring to her heart problem. Sugar walked over and wrapped Santana up in a bone crushing hug. Wow, she's strong… she thought to herself but quickly pushed the girl away.
"You're really cool, Santana." Sugar giggled as she skipped off towards Artie who had started picking at a bag of chips.
"What about this one?" Quinn held up a bright yellow dress that could have startled a blind person with its intensity.
"Err… no." Brittany shook her head and walked off. "I don't want to blind people Quinn." She flipped through a rack of dresses in the far corner of the shop. "Why are these all so expensive? They're so ugly!" she held a white dress up that had some sort of golden pattern running down the side with a ruffled collar. Just as she turned around to show Quinn the dress a shop assistant walked past and shot them a glare.
Quinn chuckled and shook her head. "This place is full of crap." She said a little louder than needed, the same shop assistant spun round and shot them another glare which Quinn returned with ten times more effectiveness. "Come on, I'm buying you some lunch then we'll go have a look somewhere else. Okay?" Brittany nodded and let the shorter blonde lead the way.
"So, have you seen your parents yet?" Brittany asked Quinn as they sat down in a café.
Quinn shook her head. "No, I haven't told them I was coming back to visit… have you?"
"No, Santana wanted me to tell them. I just, I don't know if I can tell them that I'm dating her." Brittany looked down into her food. She really wanted to tell her parents, more than anything. But she didn't want them to hate her for it, she remembered every day the way they had acted the last time she had seen them and she didn't want a repeat. She just wanted her to be happy for her, happy that she had finally fallen in love.
"You don't have to tell them if you're not ready. But I think, because they didn't leave New York hating you, that you should maybe invite them round to night." The shorter girl said softly as she placed her hand on top of Brittany's. "You still have a chance to sort things out with your parents. You shouldn't just let the opportunity slip when they still care about you." Quinn knew she didn't have a chance to fix things with her own parents. She didn't particularly want to, mainly because they had never been good parents but also because she knew she didn't need them anymore. Rachel was all she needed and if her parents couldn't look past the fact that their daughter was in love with a girl then she didn't want anything to do with them.
Brittany could see the pain behind the hazel eyes. She knew exactly what Quinn was thinking. "You will always have us, Quinn." She squeezed her hand to get the other girls attention.
Brittany barely ever got the chance to talk to Quinn like this; she would always go to Santana for help. But it was different talking to the blonde about this; she got a different view that could benefit her just as much. But she was thankful that Quinn let her talk and offered her opinion.
"I know," Quinn shot the blonde a half-hearted smile. "Your parents were always more forgiving than mine though, and they love you more than anything. That's a pretty good reason to keep them in your life Brittany. You should invite them, and if things don't go well then we can sort that out if the time comes."
Brittany just nodded. "Okay." she smiled before finally digging into her food. She was glad that she had a friend like Quinn, maybe having her around would take away some of the pain for when Santana would leave an empty void in her heart. Maybe, just maybe, their friendship would be enough to fill that space…
Maybe.
The house looked amazing, the cake smelled delicious and Santana looked fucking sexy. She looked herself over once more in the mirror, her tight black dress stopped just below her butt leaving nothing to the imagination. Her long hair was now curled and hung loosely over her left shoulder and her heels gave her and extra three inches in height.
She picked up her phone to send a quick text off to Brittany.
Hey, baby. We're all waiting for you. You're going to love it! I can't wait to see you. Love you so sooooooo much! :*
She made her way down the stairs to help with anything that may need finishing up. "Rachel!" she shouted through the now bustling living room to get the girls attention. A few of the cheerio's girls that Brittany and Santana had managed to stay in contact with since they had left school had turned up along with some family friends of Brittany's.
She made her way into the kitchen and marvelled at her work. The bright pink sponge cake was decorated with white icing with a picture of Brittany and Santana in their cheerio uniforms on riding on the back of a unicorn with a rainbow in the background. Yes, it did look like a three year olds birthday cake but she knew that Brittany would love it.
"It's great." Santana heard Rachel whisper from behind her and all she could do was nod. "Brittany's lucky to have a girlfriend like you."
Santana shook her head. "I'm the lucky one." She turned to face the smaller girl with sad eyes. "I don't know how I would've gotten through these past seven months without her." without another word been said, Rachel pulled Santana into a tight hug. It immediately made the Latina feel better. She had gotten used to hugging Rachel, she did give great hugs, not as good as Brittany's but they cheered her up anyway.
"I think that goes for her as well. You don't give yourself enough credit, Santana. You're an amazing girlfriend." They pulled away from each-other, Santana just nodded in response.
Santana's phone buzzed in between her boobs so she reached down and pulled it out to check the message.
I love you too! You're eyes are going to fall out of your head when you see me in this dress, you won't be able to keep your hands off of me! I might just sneak you upstairs… See you soon, sexy ;) xx
Santana couldn't suppress the devious grin that formed on her lips as she re-read the text; a light, almost invisible blush climbed its way up her neck and onto her cheeks. Santana knew Brittany was probably right, she wouldn't be able to keep her hands off of her girlfriend, especially after what happened this morning.
"What you grinning at, Lopez?" Pucks voice sounded from the other side of the kitchen. Santana looked up slowly, Rachel had gone… how long had she been staring at her phone for?
"Mind your own business, Noah." Santana snapped as she stormed past him.
"What'd I do?" he asked with a high pitched voice.
"Nothing. I just don't like you asking stupid questions like that when it's got nothing to do with you." She snapped back. There had always been something about the boy that had made her insides burn with annoyance and sometimes even rage. Just to look at him pissed her off she didn't even know why. Puck could be a nice guy sometimes, well, when he wanted to be.
Even though he had been her first and they could get on well together, she couldn't help but want to strangle him.
"Hey, wait. Can we talk?" he grabbed her forearm before she could disappear into the mass of dancing people. Santana snatched her arm back but nodded none the less.
"Sure…" Puck led Santana out into the back garden. The sun was still out and thankfully it was still warm but that didn't stop her from shivering and wrapping her arms around herself.
"Cold?" Puck asked softly, before Santana had a chance to answer he pulled off his leather jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders.
"Thank you." She whispered softly. All of her earlier annoyance had quickly dissipated. "So what was it you wanted to talk to me about?"
Puck looked down at the ground; he wouldn't make eye contact with the Latina. There was so much he wanted to say, yet he couldn't find his words to say them. "Santana…" he paused. That's all he managed before his tears started to fall. He couldn't believe he was doing this, in front of Santana especially. He was a Puckerman for crying out loud! Puckerman's didn't cry.
"Puck…" Santana whispered out as she placed a hand on his shoulder. "What's wrong?" to this the man like this actually scared her, she had never once in her life seen him cry and they had known each other since they were six.
"You're the most amazing girl ever. You know that? I'm going to miss you so much. Even though we argued a lot, I still love you." He paused to take in Santana's shocked expression. "You were my first and probably my best friend in high school."
Well, this was news to her! "What about Finn?" Puck just shrugged with a chuckle.
"Nah, he's just a lame ass football player with no brain."
"You just pretty much summed yourself up in one there, Puckerman." Santana giggled as Puck punched her playfully.
"I just wanted you to know that I love you and that…" he stuttered slightly over his words. "I'm going to miss you, Tana… so much." another wave of tears began to fall, this time without a sound. Santana quickly reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face into his shoulder.
Before Santana had a chance to say anything back, the door burst open to reveal a frantic looking Rachel. Santana quickly pulled away. "You better come in quick…" she muttered before she spun round and made her way back inside. Santana looked to Puck who seemed just as confused as she was. She handed him back his jacket and hurried inside. Everyone was crowded in a circle around the front door, she could hear Rachel shouting over everyone else's voices and the music; they looked like they were trying to block someone from getting in…
Santana's heart stopped and anger burned through her when she saw who it was on the front porch.