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"Brittany, what the fuck are you doing here?" Santana opened her room's light when she saw Brittany at the corner, looking straight at her. "I mean h-how'd you get in?" silence. Santana cautiously approached her closet to change. Brittany's eyes followed her. "If you're gonna stare at me all night, you could at least tell me why you're here."

Finally, Brittany responded in a deadly calm tone. "You're asking me for an explanation as to why I'm here?" Brittany stood up. "You're the one who should be explaining." she slowly approached Santana who was just in her underwear. "Why did you back out on me? Why are you still going with him?" her voice was starting to get louder.

She hurriedly finished changing then took a step back when Brittany moved closer. "I-I..." she trailed off. How was she supposed to explain that on the day that she was supposed to come out, it's as if fate didn't want her to come out? How was she supposed to explain that she chickened out after hearing those opinions about lesbians? How was she supposed to explain that she was only going with Dave was because he can put those rumours to rest? She looked at Brittany's eyes. She has seen this look before, these calm blue eyes. You see, Brittany had this look, similar to a mother's. When she was so disappointed but she couldn't bring herself to scold her or get mad at her, she simply looks at her with that facial expression, and that was enough to make her crumble. A tear started to fall.

"Why are you crying?" Brittany's expression softened a bit. She was disappointed, yes, but her best friend was crying. Maybe she did have a good reason to back out. So she stepped closer to Santana and used her thumb to wipe the tear away.

Santana flinched at the contact. She was so nervous about Brittany's reaction. She remained quiet, her tears falling while Brittany keeps on wiping.

"Just because I'm borderline mad at you doesn't mean that my obligation as a best friend stops." she hesitantly hugged Santana, patting her back. "Tell me why you're crying. Then tell me why you left me hanging."

Santana sobbed at Brittany's neck. She hated having to disappoint Brittany. And despite what she did, Brittany was still there for her. "Um... I'm crying because..." she gulped. She broke free from the hug and sat on the bed, tapping the bed to make Brittany seat too. "I'm crying because I let you down. Again. And because I had to say those words in front of you. And because despite you being, quote, borderline mad at me, you're still here, trying to comfort me."

"I love you so much that I'd do that..." she looked down at her feet, as she was fiddling with her fingers.

"Look. I'm really sorry, for saying that. I'll have you know that I'm in love with you and you're my soul mate, not that stinky jock." she sniffed.

Brittany let out a shy smile. "I think you're my soul mate too." she touched the ends of Santana's fingers. She pouted. "However, I'm still pretty disappointed with you. Why did you back out on coming out and being my prom date on the last minute?" she tangled her fingers with Santana's and continued. "You were so excited that morning... what happened?" she looked at Santana and she saw her biting her lip, looking downwards. "I know you. You wouldn't back out just like that. Someone triggered something..." she placed her hand on her chin, deep in thought.

"Okay." she played with Brittany's fingers. "Okay, I'll explain." she untangled her fingers with Brittany's and scratched the back of her head. "Well, it's a long story, but in short, I overheard Azimio and another football player talk about the prom queen rumour, and they basically bad mouthed lesbians. Then I ran away from the school and then I saw a kid talking to a lady and her lady-lover then the kid got scolded by his guardian or parent because he talked to a lesbian." she continuously chattered.

"Where have you been going, Santana?" Brittany laughed. "Anyway, continue." Santana stared at her like she went nuts. "So that's it?"

"Yeah."

"Where's the part that you send me a message saying 'I can't.'?" she tilted her head. "Or the part where you spread a rumour about you and Karofsky?" Santana opened her mouth to say something but Brittany continued. "Or the part where you say that he's your soul mate in front of your soul mate?"

"Here's the thing. I didn't get scared because Azimio or any other bully would bombard me with slushie facial everyday if I came out, or because of the fact that some homophobic parent's kid would get scolded if I talked to them. I got scared because of the fact that they don't think it's normal. The fact that they think it's wrong." she placed a hand on Brittany's cheek. "I used to fight and deny my feelings for you, because just like some of them, I thought it was wrong. I was raised as a child to think that it is wrong. But whenever I look at you, I just can't avoid my feelings. I know deep, deep down in my heart that I love you and loving you feels so right. So I accepted it." she pointed at Brittany then to herself. "You and me, I feel like we're made for each other. You and me together, it just feels right." then she frowned. "But why do people think that what we are is wrong? Unnatural? Abnormal? It makes me doubt about stuff. It makes me afraid to show the world what I feel."

"Santana..."

"No, let me continue. I need to tell you this. I owe you that much." she felt the tears well up. "Another reason is abuela. My abuela, she taught me that a man and a woman are meant to end up together. I remember one time, I was still pretty young, we were eating in a restaurant and the one who was supposed to serve us, he was gay." she closed her eyes, as if she was reliving the memory. "Abuela didn't notice that he was gay at first. Not until he said that he and his husband would like to have grandchildren like me too. Abuela glared at the guy then quickly stood up and took my hand, and quickly dragged me out of the store. She looked at me with furrowed brows and said 'Pecador! I do not want to be served by a sinner.'" Santana imitated her abuela's expression. "I imagine her looking at me like that when she finds out and that scares me." she inhaled deeply. "So that's why I backed out, Brittany. Because I am a coward."

Brittany wiped a tear away and hugged Santana. "I will never force you again. I'm sorry. I didn't know that those things were going through you mind. I was callous, and I'm sorry."

"No, I'm sorry. For having these fears. For leaving you hanging." she rested her head on Brittany's shoulder. "I love you so much. Please forgive me."

"I don't have to forgive you for anything, Santana. I just really needed an explanation." she smiled at Santana.

Santana tilted her head. "So are we cool?"

Brittany patted her head and smiled. "'course we are." Brittany leaned in to kiss Santana. "I love you. And it's okay if you're not going to prom with me. I won't be going with anyone, if you're curious."

"What if Artie asks you to prom?"

Brittany laid down to Santana's lap. "I'll reject him. I'm yours to take, baby."

Santana laughed. Poor boy. "Hey, feel free to mingle with anyone at prom, I don't mind." she brushed Brittany's hair with her fingers.

"Hmmm... I guess that would be fun too." she sat right up. "Okay! I'm going stag, you're going with Karofsky, but you owe me one dance after you win prom queen. And you're going home to my place, not his." she raised her pinky. "Deal?"

Santana linked her pinky and kissed her cheek. "Deal." Santana let her back fall to her bed. "By the way..."

Brittany imitated Santana's movement. "Yeah?"

"You still haven't told me how you got in my house. You have no key, my mom's not home and I'm pretty sure you can't climb up in my room, like in the movies." she raised a brow.

"Called in a favor with my connections in the cat mafia." she smirked.