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Chapter Eight

Santana Lopez' life was pretty made up for her. Her father was a doctor so he did earn quite a lot of money which meant when she asked, she could pretty much get anything she wanted. Her dad was the reason she would be able to go to a good college when she finishes high school. He pretty much gave her anything she wanted as she was such a daddy's girl. Julian hated that growing up and Santana knew he did. Her brother never failed to mention how spoilt she was and how lucky she was to have a dad who would give her everything she wanted . Santana never believed him and just thought he was jealous as she got all the attention from her dad. It wasn't her fault that her dad didn't speak to her brother as much as he did her, but when he moved to college the arguing stopped and she heard her parents talking to Julian on the phone. Santana knew her dad wasn't happy that her brother decided to go to college on a football scholarship, because in his eyes football wouldn't get Julian a good job in the future. Santana did agree with him in some respect, but she wanted to go to college to sing so she couldn't really talk. As long as Santana could remember she wanted to be a singer since it was the one thing that made her happy, but if her dad found out she would be screwed. She knew it was wrong to keep it a secret, but as long as it made her dad happy then she would at least pretend to be happy too.

Santana was sat in Puck's living room listening to everyone talk about their Christmas holidays, but since she had nothing to say she decided that she wasn't going to participate in the conversation. She had more important things to worry about than talk about how shit her holidays were. It's not like she even did anything anyway so she had nothing to say. What she was concerned about was how she hadn't seen Brittany in the past half an hour. Yes, it was a large house but that didn't mean she was able to get lost in it. She looked over to see Rachel was making out with Quinn on the sofa. Urgh. Not a sight she wanted to see. Santana decided to get up and search for her since someone had to look after her in a house full of drunken teenagers. Santana walked through the house looking for Brittany. She knew there were many blondes in the school but there was only one person who looked like Brittany. So it couldn't be too hard to find her...right? Santana walked into the garden and saw Sam. She knew Sam was pretty good at being responsible and he wasn't the type to get wasted like everyone else. Santana walked up to him and a girl who happened to look like Tina.

"Hey guys. Sorry to bother you but have you seen Britt?" Santana asked stopping in front of them.

Sam shook his head. "Sorry San I've not seen her. I usually stay out here during these parties and I've not seen any blonde girls walk out here."

Santana sighed running her fingers through her hair. "Alright. Thanks anyway." Santana went to walk off when she heard Tina stuttering.

"I..I think I s..saw a blonde haired g..girl walk into the g..games room about f..five minutes ago."

Santana turned around and smiled. "Thanks Tina."

Tina smiled back and replied. "You're welcome."

Santana made her way back inside towards the games room. She didn't know if Brittany was still going to be there but she needed to try. Someone had to look out for her and since she hated people touching her...damn she forgot about that! She knew she panicked when people tried touching her and at a party like this it would make it harder for Brittany to prevent people from touching her. She walked into the games room to see Brittany curled up in the corner rocking slightly. She saw Dave Karofsky laughing so she walked up to him and shoved him into the wall hard. No one messed with Brittany and she was going to make sure they understood that.

"Ow! What the hell Lopez?!" Karofsky asked looking at her angrily.

"Did you touch her?!"

"What has that gotta do with you?" Santana saw him smirk so she knew what he had done instantly. She grabbed hold of the front of his letterman jacket and looked him straight in the eye. She could feel the fear radiating off him just by looking in his eyes.

"You listen and you listen good. No one, and I mean no one, touches Brittany." Santana stated glaring at him. "And if I find out one of your football jocks has I will make sure the rest of the year is a living hell for all of you. You got that?"

Karofsky nodded quickly and Santana smiled triumphantly. "Good. Now get out of my sight. And you tell your friends the same thing!"

Santana backed away hearing Karofsky scurry away. She walked over to Brittany kneeling down in front of her. She saw how Brittany was holding her legs to her chest rocking slightly with her face buried in her knees and Santana also noticed how pale she looked. It looked like she had seen a ghost she was so pale. She knew she had to get Brittany out of here so she was able to calm down.

"Brittany? Can you look at me? It's only me, Santana" She calmly spoke to her. She felt protective over her and she wanted to protect her to make sure she was safe. She was such a vulnerable person but after everything she went through she knew Brittany was strong hearted. She watched as Brittany kept rocking shaking her head obviously too scared to move .Santana looked at her and tried again.

"Britt I can get you out of here. I need to so you can calm down. Do you understand?"

Brittany nodded slowly lifting her head to look at Santana. She was just able to sign to Santana from her position "He...he touched me San."

"I know sweetie, but I promise he won't do that again."

Brittany nodded and let Santana guide her. She was the only one she could trust right now, so she needed to work with her to get out of the house so she could calm down and relax. She had no idea where Rachel was but she trusted Santana. Why shouldn't she? She had been hanging out with her and with her crush on the Latina she was kind of glad she was the one to find her. It meant more time with her and that was always a positive. She stood up and looked at Santana. She couldn't help but notice how protective she was of her. She hadn't seen what Santana did to that boy but she heard it and that was enough for her. She thought it was sweet how she had defended her like that. If she was going to do that every time she knew she was going to like it.

"Come on. Let's get you out of here."

Santana and Brittany both walked together out of the games room towards the front door. Brittany was still shaking slightly as she was in a state of shock but she still made it through the crowd without anyone bumping into her. She had Santana leading her though so as long as she had her, she knew she was going to be just fine. Well she had Rachel when Santana wasn't around and vice versa. She saw all of the Glee Club and other students from the school drunk but she really didn't see the appeal. She thought she had tried getting that way but when that boy touched her she suddenly got a sober mind again and she freaked out. She tried thinking about her brother at that moment hoping he was looking down on her and when that happened Santana walked into the room. She knew her brother was looking down on her and maybe, just maybe, her brother sent her Santana. To protect her. They both of them finally got out of the house and Brittany went up to a free and sat down putting her face in her hands trying to calm herself down. All she could feel is his hand on her arm and she hated it. She needed a shower to get that feeling off of her. She hated the feeling of someone touching her because that even freaked her out. She heard footsteps coming towards her then she heard the soothing voice of Santana.

"How you feeling?" Santana asked kneeling down in front of her

Brittany shrugs. She didn't know how she felt. It was mixed feelings from fear to relief but she didn't really know what to say about it "I guess I'm still scared but I'm glad you saved me." Brittany responded signing the best she could with shaky hands. Santana smiled.

"Well I'll always be here to save you."

Brittany smiled knowing it was true. She couldn't help but stare at the Latina and enjoy the time they had alone but everyone knows it always gets ruined by someone. And this time it was Rachel. Brittany was staring at Santana when she heard Rachel's voice calling her name so she looked up and she saw Rachel running up to her. She couldn't blame her. If she found out this had happened to Rachel she'd be running as fast as a Cheetah to get to her. Well okay, maybe a cheetah is a bit of a hard animal to outrun so maybe just run as fast as she could That probably sounds more realistic.

"Brittany!" Rachel exclaimed running up to her. "Are you okay? Someone told me you walked out of here and were shaking. I got worried that something might have happened to you."

Brittany nodded starting to sign to her getting more control over her hands. "Yeah I'm fine. A boy grabbed me earlier and I freaked out. No big deal."

"Brittany it is a big deal. I shouldn't have brought you here." Rachel admits looking down. "This would never have happened if we had stayed at home."

Brittany shook her head at this. She knew the night hadn't gone to plan, but she did enjoy herself up to the point where someone did touch her. She got to drink for the first time and she even got invited to go to a party, so the party was a first too. So overall it was a pretty good night but it just ended on a bad note. Rachel looked at Brittany confused. She didn't get what her best friend was getting at. She had been touched which she hated but she didn't wish they had stayed at home. This girl was all kinds of confusing.

"What do you mean Britt-Britt?" Rachel asked curiously.

"Well if you think about it this way, I don't think we should be focusing on the negatives of tonight." Brittany began signing happily now her shaking had decreased. "I got to drink for the first time, which was awesome, and this was my very first party too. I had fun before that footballer touched me and that's what I'll remember."

Santana and Rachel were surprised. Brittany was taking the whole thing rather well given what happened. Rachel had always known Brittany to see the good in things but she had no idea how she was doing that right now but she was glad she was thinking of the positives and not the negatives as it would make her panic more. It was hard being different and being like this but in the same respect being different meant that you didn't need to be popular and fit in. She could be herself without the whole judging part since the friends she had now didn't judge her for being different. Brittany stood up and looked at them.

"You're ready to go I take it?" Rachel asked her for confirmation knowing the answer already. Brittany nodded, so she stood up and went to go get her jacket. Santana stood up too and faced Brittany. She noticed how beautiful she looked. From her blonde hair up tightly in a ponytail to her amazing blue, ocean eyes. If she didn't have this fear of being touched then Santana knew she could be a cheerleader. She had the body for it for one and she knew she would've enjoyed it. She even remembers Brittany saying she was a cheerleader in middle school. Plus Quinn was on the Cheerio's so she could have looked after her. Just as Santana was about to say something Rachel returned with a drunk Quinn.

"Why are you making me leave?! I don't want to leave Rachel!" Quinn snapped at her angrily. "I knew you were jealous of me talking to Puck! Why do you have to be so clingy?! I can have friends you know!"

Brittany looked at Quinn confused. So she was fine earlier, and now she was yelling at Rachel for no reason. How odd was that? They needed to go and Quinn was acting like Rachel had just cheated on her or something . She knew now not to get on Quinn's bad side when she is drinking because she did not want to be accustomed to that. She looked at Santana who leaned in and whispered in her ear about Quinn being an angry drunk. Well that settles it. No going near Quinn when she is drunk. She looked at Rachel who didn't seem to be bothered by what Quinn was saying. She knew though that it was because she was used to it and that she loved her. Seriously, what Rachel did for love.

"Quinn we're going home. Shout at me all you want but it won't change anything. We're still leaving." Rachel told her with a firm voice. "And also I am not a clingy girlfriend since you already took that title."

They all got into the car with Quinn and Rachel in the front seats and Brittany and Santana in the back. Brittany just hoped that her parents weren't at home or they had gone to bed, as she really didn't want to go home to them yelling at her for walking off earlier or something She looked out of the window whilst Rachel drove. She loved how the scenery looked when you were in something like a bus or car and let's not forget a train. Brittany found that by travelling in one of them it makes the world outside look so beautiful, which is why she loved travelling so much. She felt Santana staring at her and she wasn't gonna lie, she kinda liked it. She turned her head to the side to find she was right. Yes, it definitely made her stomach turn upside down as she saw Santana smiling.

"Are you okay?" Santana asked, looking at her curiously.

Brittany nodded smiling. "Yeah I was just thinking that's all."

"What about?" Santana asked curiously. She had noticed that since Brittany had gotten in the car she had been quiet. Well she knew that she didn't speak out loud so she was generally quiet all the time but she wasn't talking to her at all. Was she just worrying too much? Probably, but it still didn't stop her from asking Brittany what was going on. She'd looked like she had entered her own little world and even though Santana didn't mind that, she preferred her in this world. With her. She noticed Brittany nod.

"Yeah I'm fine Santana. It's just.." Brittany began then paused looking down at her hands then began again, "it's just that my dad tried to touch me earlier on today and I'm worried my parents will be awake when I get home." Brittany looked back down at her hands not knowing where else to look since she didn't want to look at Santana in case she thought she was being stupid. It wasn't the first time she had been called that. But then she heard her voice so she knew she didn't think any of those things which made her feel a lot better.

"You can stay at mine if you like," Santana offered watching Brittany looking for her reaction, "my parents won't mind and you know I won't."

Brittany smiled. She was hoping she would offer but she didn't want to invite herself to her house as that was rude and she would never do that. She always thought that you should treat people the way you want to be treated and yes this was a different situation, but it still meant the same. She wouldn't want someone inviting them self over to her house, so she doesn't invite herself to her friends houses. She looked at Santana. "Thank you."

Santana smiled and nodded secretly excited to be having her over. She'd never let Brittany know that though.

Rachel finally arrived at Santana's house. Brittany was impressed as it looked like one of the better parts of Lima which she had never even seen before now. Heck, Santana's parents must be rich to live here. They got out of the car closing the doors behind them. Brittany walked to the pavement and looked up at the house. It was quite a large house which was painted white on the outside. It looked like there were two bedroom's facing the street as well as the living room. Well it looked like a living room from where she was standing anyway. Brittany didn't even notice Rachel leave or that Santana was standing right next to her.

"It's a nice house right?" Santana finally says looking up at the house too. "My dad is a doctor and my mom is a lawyer."

Brittany turned her head to look at her surprised. Wow, she really was brought into a wealthy family having parents with jobs like that. She saw Santana nod in agreement. Santana hated the life that she had as it may be glamorous but she never saw per parents as they were either sleeping or at work. "Yeah I have parents with good jobs but it means that they work more and I hardly see them."

Brittany knew exactly how that felt as her parents were never home either and even when they were they didn't care about what she was doing. She looked at her with sympathy. "I know how you feel San. It's hard."

Santana smiled at her. "I know you do. Come on let's get inside and to bed."

Brittany nodded and followed her. They went inside the house and Brittany couldn't help but stop and stare. She had just walked in and it looked huge compared to the outside. She was staring at the stairs which were wide and went in a curve to the next floor. They had a red carpet in the middle where people walked up them with the edge of the stairs white, just like the house. They walked further into the house with Santana leading her into the living room. Brittany looked around seeing pictures of the family. She noticed pictures of Santana and her brother and of Santana and her parents. Just by looking at the pictures she could tell Santana was a daddy's girl. She looked just like her dad apart from she had her mom's hair as she was female.

"You've found my favourite picture."

Brittany turned around to see Santana walking toward her. Santana picked up the picture smiling at it, The picture was from when Santana was around six or seven years old. She was on her dad's shoulders smiling happily and her dad was looking up at her happily. Her mother had taken it when they were all walking to the carnival as it was Santana's first carnival. She remembered that as being one of the best days of her childhood since it was one of the times they had all gone out as a family which never happens now. She felt Brittany's eyes on her so she looked up seeing her looking at her curiously.

"You're a daddy's girl aren't you?" Brittany asked smiling.

Santana laughed. "Guilty as charged. He gives me anything I want which I guess makes me spoilt right?"

Brittany shrugged. She never really got that kind of treatment. "I guess it makes you lucky as your dad can give you all of that stuff."

Santana nodded. She put the picture back and lead Brittany towards the stairs walking up them. She couldn't help but look at Brittany as she could tell she was excited to be in such a big house. She loved the house but it can be easy to get lost sometimes which is why when they had visitors they had to make sure they knew where their room was. Sometimes it can be lonely though having money but not living near your friends.

She walked into her bedroom shutting the door behind Brittany. Her room had black wallpaper and her bed sheets were black too. She had a rug on the floor which had the pattern of a zebra on it and she had black curtains too. Brittany looked around and she had to say, it was completely the opposite of her bedroom. She even noticed how the chest of drawers that were placed underneath the window were black. Okay, Santana must like black. She watched as Santana went to her drawers and got out some pyjamas then walked back over to her handing them to her.

"I know you're tall but they are too big for me so they might fit you," Santana muttered to her, "sorry about the mess though. I'm not very tidy.

Brittany smiled at her. "It's alright. My room isn't exactly clean either. So where can I get dressed?"

Santana walked to her bathroom and opened the door. "You can get dressed in here if you want or I can. It doesn't matter."

"I will it's alright. Thank you."

Santana watched Brittany go inside the bathroom then went to her bed picking up her pyjamas getting into them. She decided to have a quick tidy round so it wasn't too messy as she wasn't exactly expecting any visitors. She knew Brittany would need to have the bed to herself so she set up another duvet and pillow on the floor for her to sleep on. She had just set it up once Brittany walked out of the bathroom. Just as she thought, they fit her perfectly. She smiled.

"I knew they would fit you. They look amazing on you." Santana complemented looking at her. She realised she was looking at her body a bit too long and Brittany had even noticed since she was smirking at her. Santana blushed and looked away getting under the duvet on the floor lying down. Brittany looked at her and frowned.

"Why are you lying on the floor?" Brittany asked

"Well I thought you could take the bed. You're a guest and I wouldn't want you on the floor." Santana says looking at Brittany. "Plus the no touching aspect means we have to have separate beds."

Brittany knew it was true. She didn't want to risk sharing a bed in case they did touch her and she freaked out. Santana was smart in thinking that as she'd have never even thought about it then she'd have freaked out when she found Santana touching her. She wanted to touch Santana and she wanted to be able to touch other people but she's not at that stage yet. If she ever gets to that stage. Brittany just nodded accepting the answer and got into her bed. She watched as Santana turned the light off whilst cuddling into the pillow which she knew Santana used as it smelt just like her. She couldn't help but smile cuddling into it more. Brittany heard Santana say ,"Night Brittany" then closed her eyes knowing she couldn't say goodnight back since she couldn't sign in the dark and Santana wouldn't be able to see what she said even if she did. She smiled and slowly drifted off to sleep thinking about Santana.

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