Hey everyone! So this is pretty much a filler chapter! There's a bit of everything in here though! Anyway enjoy!
Chapter 3
Mrs Pierce pulled up outside her house and switched off the car. She turned in her seat to see her daughter fast asleep, with Santana's head resting on her shoulder. This was the most relaxed she had seen Santana in a long time. She looked so peaceful as she slept, content with just being with Brittany. It was a shame to wake them up.
"Rise and shine, girls," she said with a soft smile as both of the girls cracked open their eyelids slowly, "We're home." Santana couldn't help but smile at the use of the word 'home' and the rush of warmth that came over her. As she looked up at the Pierce's house, she had to admit that this was the place that she now felt was her home. Her own house hadn't been a home in a long, long time.
After another struggle with getting Santana out of the car and into her wheelchair, which involved Brittany lifting her bridal style and almost falling over the sidewalk, only to be caught by her mother, the three finally made it into the house. As they made it safely through the front door, it suddenly dawned on Santana that she wasn't going to be able to get upstairs, meaning she couldn't get to her bed. Mrs Pierce caught Santana looking warily at the staircase.
"Oh don't worry Santana!" Mrs Pierce said jovially, "I've brought Brittany's mattress into the living room for you to sleep in," Santana let out an audible sigh of relief, "And Brittany can sleep on the sofa in there too." At this Mrs Pierce sent a meaningful look towards her daughter, who didn't even see it, as she was too busy just admiring how beautiful Santana looked, even with all her injuries. Mrs Pierce just rolled her eyes at her love-struck daughter and turned to go into the kitchen.
"Mrs Pierce?" Santana called softly after her, causing the blonde haired woman to turn around, "Thank you. For everything." Mrs Pierce caught the deep meaning behind the Latina's words and smiled gently.
"Don't worry about it, Santana. You know it's no problem at all. You're like a second daughter to me. And how many more times do I have to tell you? Call me Susan." Mrs Pierce turned away again and headed towards the kitchen once more. Santana was touched by the blonde haired woman's words. For the first time in a long time, she felt like somebody, other than Brittany, loved her.
Meanwhile, Brittany had come back to reality and began wheeling Santana towards the living room. As they entered, Brittany's cat, Lord Tubbington, leapt up from his position by the fireplace and ran to greet the girls. Brittany was delighted to see him, Santana not so much. She pretty much hated cats.
As Brittany was rubbing Tubs, Santana noticed a calendar on the wall. Oh. Fuck she thought. The calendar said that it was December 20th. Five days until Christmas and I have absolutely nothing for Britt! Shit, shit, SHIT!
"San are you okay?" Brittany had noticed that Santana was looking very worried. Santana turned to her, startled for a moment, before breaking into a weak smile.
"Yeah, I'm fine Britt. It's getting late, maybe we should go to bed?" Truth be told, Santana just wanted to avoid any awkward questions from Brittany. She wasn't exactly looking forward to attempting to go to sleep. She could already see herself waking up several times, that is, if she could get to sleep in the first place. Brittany nodded her agreement and then informed Santana that she was going to get them some clothes to sleep in, before bounding off up the stairs.
Santana became all too aware that she was now in the room on her own. The curtains weren't drawn and Santana found herself staring out the window. As she looked out into the dark night, all the memories of the past few weeks came back to her. Her father didn't love her. He hated her in fact. But why? Santana looked down at herself and couldn't shake the thoughts that were forming in her head, slowly dragging her down. I'm worthless, weak…My sister died because of me…I'm a failure…Disappointment…She couldn't push away any of these thoughts. It hurt, to think of herself like that. The worst part though, was she believed every single one of those thoughts. Her father had hurt her because she deserved it, she was worthless.
She needed to stop the pain. Not the physical pain, but the emotional pain. She spotted what she desired; the drinks cabinet, where a full bottle of vodka sat. With one hand, she began to roll towards the cabinet at an agonisingly slow speed, pushing all of her arm muscles to the limit. Just as she was about to open the door and reach for the bottle, Brittany came bursting through the door again, clothes for both of them in hand. She stopped as she noticed Santana.
"San? What're you doing? How did you even get over there?" She scrunched her eyebrows in confusion as Santana pulled her hand abruptly away from the cabinet.
"Eh…umm…Lord-Lord Tubbington!" she cried, "He-he pushed me over here and I tried to-to catch him but he got-he got away." Santana smiled sheepishly. She hated lying to Brittany, but she didn't want her to know what she had been reaching for, knowing that the blonde would probably convince her it was a bad idea, even though at the moment, she was sure it was the best idea in the world. Brittany seemed to take the excuse as the truth though, as she rushed to Santana's side and helped her to get changed.
Mrs Pierce walked in ten minutes later to find the two girls almost ready for bed. She and Santana met each others eyes, the Latina giving the older woman a 'we need to talk' look. Mrs Pierce took the hint and turned to Brittany.
"Brittany, honey? Will you be a dear and run upstairs and look for my hairbrush? I seem to have misplaced it." Brittany nodded enthusiastically, before sprinting out of the room. Ms Pierce then turned back to Santana and gestured for her to go on.
"Mrs Pier- I mean Susan," Santana quickly corrected herself after seeing the look sent her way by the blonde, "I need your help." The Latina hesitated before going on once the older woman had nodded. "Christmas is in a few days and I have absolutely nothing for Brittany!" Susan smirked a little at Santana's panic, "And as you can see, I'm not exactly in the best condition to go trolling around shopping malls!" Santana gestured wildly to the wheelchair she was sitting in, "And that's where you come in," she looked towards Susan, "I think I know what I want to get her. So if I ring up the shop to order the present, would you pick it up for me?" Santana looked hopefully at Susan, who was looking very thoughtful, as if contemplating the plea. Eventually her face broke into a smile.
"Yes of course Santana! Don't be silly!" Santana let out a sigh of relief and just managed to thank Susan, before Brittany was back in the room, panting as if she had been running, which she probably had, but holding a hairbrush aloft in her hand. Mrs Pierce got off the couch and took the brush from her daughter.
"Thanks Brittany. Anyway, I'm gonna hit the hay." Susan smiled at her attempt to 'be cool', "I suggest you girls do the same. You have a big day ahead of you, Santana!" She winked at Santana, who looked slightly confused, before turning to give her daughter a goodnight kiss on the cheek and heading upstairs.
Brittany approached Santana and lifted her out of her chair and into her bed. As she placed the Latina down softly, she tripped over the edge of the mattress and ended up almost crushing Santana as she landed on top of her. The two girls burst into a fit of giggles, which soon became uncontrollable. Santana needed a good laugh after all the drama she had been through recently.
Eventually, the laughter died down and Santana felt a wave of tiredness sweep over her. She sighed deeply before speaking.
"Britt, I know there are plenty of other things we could do in a bed together with you on top of me," she giggled and winked cheekily at the shocked face of the blonde girl above her, "But I'm actually really tired and I'd like to go to sleep." She looked away awkwardly, "Is that okay?"
"That's fine San." Brittany replied as she leaned in and gave Santana a quick peck on the lips. She then swiftly rolled off the Latina and hopped onto the sofa, where she would be sleeping. Once she had snuggled under the covers, she felt the tiredness consume her.
"Goodnight San," she murmured before drifting off into a peaceful sleep.
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