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Chapter Nine

Brittany started to wake up feeling the slight headache that was starting to form. She remembered a bit from last night such as when Santana wasn't looking she had been drinking, which probably explained the slight headache. She hated it when the jock had touched her and she hated it that she freaked out over it. She wished everyone would just leave her alone, but she knew that when girls were attractive they were bothered more by guys like that, and since she was fairly new she was a new toy for them. The thing was that she had never even had thought about having sex before. She didn't think she would ever get rid of what was wrong with her and even if she could somehow be cured, it would take a long time to be able to have a conversation with someone. The only people she really wanted to talk to was Santana and Rachel. Rachel had heard her speak before so she knew what her voice sounded like but Santana had never even heard her before, but Brittany wanted her to. It wasn't like she could just go up to her and speak to her, but she would at least put that as her goal. To talk to Santana. She felt the bed sheets she was lying in and they were definitely not her own which meant that she was at someone's house. Damn her memory. She opened her eyes and looked around. She was in a room she didn't recognize. It wasn't Rachel's as it was too dark to be hers and it wasn't her own room as her room was more colorful, which meant that it could only be one other person's room. Santana's. She looked over the side of the bed to see Santana sleeping. She looked adorable sleeping. Brittany got out of bed when she saw Santana starting to wake up. She really needed to learn to be quiet.

"Britt?" Santana mumbled.

She had to admit, Santana had a sexy morning voice. She couldn't help but smile at the girl she had come to admire, as well as crush on. Couldn't forget that part. She watched the Latina slowly started to wake up. She look beautiful in the morning, and it wasn't a lie. The way her hair was messy from sleeping but it still looked perfect, plus the way her eyes slowly started opening to reveal her brown eyes. She had never seen someone look so perfect waking up, as she knew she knew for a fact she looked awful when she was the one waking up.

Santana finally opened her eyes to see Brittany looking at her. It seemed as though Brittany had been admiring her for a while and for that, she was adorable. Well she always had been adorable but now it was even more so. Brittany was so perfect. She was always so happy and even though she had reason to believe she had been through a lot in her past, it didn't stop her loving life as it was now. Whenever she looked at Brittany she always looked like she was glowing, and that made her smile. She was completely different to anyone she had met before. Santana sat up and rubbed her eyes looking at Brittany and watched her start signing.

"Morning San." Brittany greeted smiling.

"What time is it?"

"It's just gone past 10. We slept for a while."

Santana nodded and yawned. She could easily sleep for another four hours but she really needed to get up since Brittany was here. She knew her parents were probably at work which was one less thing to worry about. She stood up and sat on the bed looking at Brittany. "How'd you sleep?" Santana asked whilst rubbing her eyes.

"I slept good thank you. Your bed is really comfortable. "

Santana smiled. "I'm glad you like it. I would prefer you to sleep on here than on the floor."

Brittany looked at her and pouted. But it meant that Santana had to sit on the floor which wasn't fair. "But you had to sleep on the floor." She hated having this condition sometimes.

"Hey, it's completely fine. I would offer my bed to you any time."

Brittany smiled and signed "Thank you" in reply. Santana could be so sweet sometimes and within the first few weeks she had heard people in class mention that Santana was a bitch, but she didn't believe them. When she looked at her she didn't look like a bitch at all and she definitely didn't act like one. She had a different perception of Santana and she wished people would see that, but a person can act differently towards different people so maybe Santana did act like that with other people, but just not with her and in her opinion, that was fine.

"Hey Britt?" Santana asked looking at the blonde.

Brittany looked up. "Yeah San?"

Santana fiddled with her fingers. She wanted to bring up last night in the best way as possible as she felt awful for leaving her by herself because if she didn't, Karofsky wouldn't have touched her. "Umm...you know last night...in the games room?" Santana asked looking up at her.

"Yeah I remember." Brittany nodded. "What about it?"

Santana looked down at her fingers again. "I just wanted to say that I'm sorry for leaving you by yourself." Santana apologized raising her head once more. "If I hadn't left you by yourself you wouldn't have been touched by Karofsky so I just wanted to apologize."

Brittany looked at her and shook her head. "Santana I don't want you to apologize." She saw that Santana was going to reply again so she put her hand up to stop her. "No, Santana, it wasn't your fault that I went in there. I was drinking when you told me to slow down, so that's how I ended up in there. I don't want you putting the blame on yourself, okay?"

Santana looked at Brittany and saw that she was serious, so she just nodded in reply. "Okay. I just-" Santana began but Brittany stopped before she could.

"No buts. It wasn't your fault full stop. You got that?"

Santana had no choice but to agree and she had come to the conclusion that she definitely didn't want to get on the bad side of Brittany. Not that she would, but she seemed to be able to win an argument quite easily and that's even without talking. Not many people could do that so she definitely was impressed. "Okay you're right. Not that it was your fault but I shouldn't blame myself. I don't own you or anything."

She watched Brittany laugh and she could safely say, she had the best laugh. She couldn't wait to eventually hear her voice. Brittany smiled at her and nodded. "Yes you're right. I'm not a dog."

Santana smiled and nodded. "Do you want to get some breakfast? I'm not a very good cook, but there is cereal and everyone knows how to make that."

Brittany nodded and got up out of the bed. "I would love that."

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Brittany and Santana were sat down eating their breakfast in the kitchen. Santana had made Brittany some toast and she even got the cutter to make it in the shape of a duck. The grin on Brittany's face when she did that made her heart beat faster. She knew that she wanted to see that smile on her face for as long as she could. Brittany was eating her duck shaped toast when her phone went off. She picked it up and saw Rachel had text her .

From Rachel: Hey Britt. I'm sorry for what happened last night and even though you said you had a good time, I just wanted to make sure you were okay. I won't blame myself since I know you hate that. Love you!

Brittany smiled at the message. Rachel knew her so well sometimes it scared her but she was glad she did as she always knew what to say and what she needed. Brittany clicked on reply and started typing out a message back.

To Rachel: Hey Rae :) I'm good thank you. No need to apologize. I stayed at Santana's last night so I was safe. It was weird waking up in a room I didn't recognize but I got over it. Thanks for inviting me to the party. I had an awesome time. And yes don't apologize. I had to tell San that this morning. Love you too!

Brittany clicked send and continued eating her breakfast. She looked up and saw Santana looking at her. She smiled and ate her toast which tasted really good. She normally had Lucky Charms for breakfast when she wasn't at school but Santana didn't have any so toast would have to do. It did taste amazing and Santana was sweet enough to put it into the shape of a duck too. She was so sweet sometimes.

"Who was that?" Santana asked bringing Brittany out of her thoughts.

Brittany looked up. "It was Rachel asking if I was okay," Brittany signed to her smiling. "She worries about me a lot, so she just wanted to check on me since I came home with you and I didn't go home with her."

Santana nodded smiling. "Rachel is a really good friend."

"She is. One of the best," Brittany agreed, finishing the last of her toast. "Thanks for breakfast. I appreciate you making me some."

"You're welcome" Santana said and got up picking up Brittany's plate along with her plate washing them up. Saved her a job later after all. "So what did you wanna do?"

Brittany thought for a minute. She didn't do much on Saturday's and she didn't want to go home so she had to think of something. Maybe they could visit Rachel and Quinn. She knew Rachel didn't do much on Saturday's either which is why they often hung out so it stopped them being bored. "Maybe we could go see Rachel and Quinn. I know they are probably together and it would stop us being bored." Brittany suggested standing up.

Santana smiled. "That's a great idea. I'll text Quinn."

Brittany nodded and walked into the living room and sat down with the drink that Santana made her earlier. Santana followed and got her phone out texting Quinn.

To Q: Hey do you mind me and Brittany coming to hang out with you and Rachel today? We're like mega bored!

Santana sends the message and sits down beside Brittany. She looks at her and smiles. "How is your extra sessions with Sadie going?" Santana asked curiously.

"It's going good!" Brittany began enthusiastically. "Sadie is such a great teacher Santana. She understands the way I learn, so to her, I'm not just a student who is being slow. She is young so we can talk about the latest celebrity gossip and stuff, plus I can just open up to her so well."

"I'm glad you like her Britt. I know you got a D on your algebra test last week. Least it's not a fail right?" Santana smiled as she knew it was progress for Brittany with her being Dyslexic.

"That's what Sadie said too. I know I could do better but she knows I'm not good at Maths, so she helps me with it more." Brittany admitted looking down. Her self esteem always went down when it came to her Dyslexia and she hated it. She wished she could be smart like the other people in her classes. They always laugh at her when the teacher asks her to read out loud and she has to admit to everyone that she can't because of her not being able to talk. Sadie is there though, so she gets help and speaks to the teacher when they ask her. She knows Santana will be there to use mean words against anyone who gets down on her too.

"It doesn't matter, you know that right?" Santana asks looking at the blonde. "Who cares if you need more help? You are going to do well after you graduate."

"How would you know?" Brittany asks looking at Santana. "You are the smartest person I know. You get like all A's in your classes and maybe a B if a teacher is in a bad mood or something. You are at the top of your classes Santana, as well as being a cheerleader. You have a 4.0 grade point average. I'm lucky if I can even get a C in a class."

Santana looks at her as she tells her all of this. She had no idea Brittany was so down about her Dyslexia. She knew that she was down about it to some respect, but not as down as she was showing her now. "Brittany I had no idea that-" Santana began but Brittany interrupted her.

"I know you didn't as I don't want anyone to know how I feel about it. Especially not Rachel." Brittany told her looking at her. "This isn't just about school work because sometimes it affects my dancing. Left and right they get all muddled up in my head and I can't do anything about it. I'll be lucky if I can even leave school with a 2.0 GPA."

"Hey listen to me. You will leave school with at least a 2.0 GPA, as I will make sure of it." Santana says confidently. "You are so smart Britt, and it is only this Dyslexia holding you back but you know what? Having Dyslexia just shows me how tough you are. You have this and you still go on like it's nobody's business. You've shown me how well you can dance and you keep going into school every day and keep trying. That, to me, shows how brave you are."

Brittany smiles at her. She knew she could count on Santana to cheer her up. She had felt like this for a while but never told anyone. Why should she? It was her life, not theirs. But now she had told someone it was like there was a huge weight off her shoulders. She didn't have this secret about how down she felt. She heard a vibration and saw Santana's phone go off. She looked at her waiting for an answer. Santana looked at her phone reading the message.

From Q: Hey S. Yeah that is fine. What time are you coming over? You might have to give me and Rachel at least ten minutes to get ourselves sorted.

Brittany watched as Santana started smirking. She looked at her and started signing as Santana turned her way. "What is it?"

Santana laughed looking at her. "I think our friends were getting it on this morning."

Brittany looked at her confused. What was she on about exactly? "What do you mean getting it on? Getting what on?" Brittany asked confused. Maybe she could make it a bit clearer for her.

"Oh right. Sorry Britt. I mean I think they were having sex this morning." Santana clarified laughing and typed out a reply to her. Brittany watched her.

To Q: As if you are Rach were having sex this morning! You better me decent by the time we get there!

From Q: Jealous S? ;)

To Q: Ha as if. You wish Fabray!

From Q: Whatever you say Lopez. And yes we will be. See you soon

Santana put her phone away in her pocket and turned to Brittany. She looked at her and noticed how beautiful she looked in the mornings. Her hair didn't look messy like hers did and she just looked perfect. Her eyes were sparking like the ocean did when the sun was beaming down on it. Then there was her clothes. She was just in her clothes from last night but they didn't look like they had been slept in. How did she look so perfect? Damn it Lopez, get a grip!

Brittany looked at Santana and saw how she looked like she was having a battle with herself in her head. She giggled a little looking at her. She saw Santana turn her head to look at her and smiled. Okay so Santana had a killer smile. Why did she have to be so beautiful?

"Okay so how about we get dressed then get ourselves over to Rachel's house?"

Brittany nodded and signed "That sounds like a plan" then stood up walking to the kitchen and rinsed her glass out putting it on the side. Santana walked through putting her glass down on the side once Brittany was done. Most people didn't care about washing up since they didn't use a lot of the cutlery so it was left for later, but it surprised her how Brittany had just gone up and done it.

"You didn't have to do that Britt," Santana told her rinsing her own glass out, "I could have done that later."

"Well I just saved you a job." Brittany winked at her and walked out of the kitchen walking upstairs. Santana smirked and shook her head and ran after her following her up the stairs to her bedroom.

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Santana pulled up at Rachel's house. Since Quinn and Rachel's cars were parked in the driveway she had to settle for the edge of the pavement, but it didn't matter. She had been to Rachel's house before and there were always cars outside. Brittany looked at the car and was confused. Santana was driving but she was in her junior year. She knew Rachel had been driving since she was 16 because her dad's taught her so after a few lessons when she was 17, she was able to take the test and pass. But Santana was the same age as her and she was driving. That couldn't be right could it?

"You look deep in thought there." Santana's voice brought her out of her thought yet again. She looked at Santana and shook her head. She was probably being stupid about it. She didn't have to tell her anything anyway.

"It's nothing don't worry about it." Brittany assured her and gave her a smile.

"You sure? We're friends so you can ask what you want." Santana says and shuts the engine off. She turned to Brittany as she took her seat belt off too.

"I was just wondering...you don't have to answer if you don't want to as it is totally fine and it is none of my business anyway, so just tell me to shut up if I go too far or something." Brittany rambled to Santana but then blushed when she realized what she had done. "I just rambled didn't I?"

Santana laughed a little. "It's okay don't worry about it. Lucky for you, you're cute when you ramble." Santana looked down afterwards realizing what she said and blushed. Did she really just say that?

Brittany smiled at her friend. "Thank you. Anyway I was just wondering why you drive. I mean you're only 16, right?"

Santana looked at her when she asked her the question. It was bound to come up at some point so there was no point in hiding it. She just hated talking about it because, in her opinion, it was embarrassing and she was ashamed by it. She's had her friends tell her not to be but they hadn't gone through it so how would they know? She was the oldest in the year and technically she should be in the year above but she had to get held back for reasons. She had told Rachel, Sam and Quinn but that's it but she should probably tell Brittany too. She's her friend too after all and she wasn't going to lie about being able to drive. She just had to come right out with it. She was so deep in thought she didn't realize Brittany was trying to tell her something. She shook her head and looked at her.

"Hey, you alright? You don't have to tell me, it's okay."

Santana shook her head. "No I want to tell you. I was just thinking about how to tell you."

"Well take all the time you need." Brittany assured her with a smile. "I don't want you to rush or pressure you because all that will do is make it harder to tell me."

Santana took a deep breath and nodded. She looked at Brittany and got the reassurance she needed and knew that now was the time to tell her. She didn't have many secrets but this was one she wanted to keep from certain people, due to the fact it would mean that they wouldn't respect her as much, and she didn't want that. Santana looked down then looked up at Brittany. "Okay so I have only told what I am about to say to about three other people so it would mean a lot to me if you could keep this to yourself."

"Oh yes of course. I won't tell anyone don't worry. In case you haven't noticed I'm not exactly a person to gossip." Brittany laughed looking at her. "You have nothing to worry about."

Santana nodded. "Okay so I was in eighth grade when I got home my mami wanted to talk to me..."

March 2007

Santana walked in after walking home with Quinn. Rachel had gone elsewhere that night so they decided to walk back and have a chat on their own. It turned out pretty funny as they rated the guys in the schools and how hot they were. It was pretty fun in that respect. She put her bag down on the side and walked into the kitchen grabbing a banana to eat. It was better than all the unhealthy stuff that was in the house anyway. She was about to walk back up to her bedroom when her mami was stood in the living room in front of the stairs. Well that was unusual since this morning her mami had told her that both her and papi were working. Now she's not suddenly?

"What are you doing home?" Santana asked curiously. "You said you were working."

Her mother looked upset which was a first. She never showed her emotions unless something terrible had happened which meant that this was a terrible thing and that worried her. The last time she had seen her mother cry was when she lost her baby a couple of years ago and she hadn't tried since. She knew she wouldn't be able to if that happened to her. She looked at her mami who moved to the couch, so she followed and sat beside her. Santana looked at her waiting for the news she had for her. It didn't look good.

"Santana, honey, you know that your abuela is in the hospital right now?" Maribel asked her daughter knowing she had to be careful at how to address the situation with her. She knew Santana had been close to her and she did go over there every weekend. How was she meant to tell her something like this?

"Yeah and she said she would be out before I knew it" Santana answered smiling. She remembered going to see her at the hospital last week and she told her to not be sad as she didn't want her wasting her tears on her as she didn't want to see her cry. She watched her mother who looked like she was about to cry herself. "Mami don't cry. Abuela told me not to cry, so you can't either." Santana put her hand on her mother's leg.

Maribel looked up at Santana. "Honey I'm sorry to say but you won't see your abuela anymore." She felt tears escape her eyes but she blinked them away knowing that now was not the time to cry. She knew Santana needed her.

"What do you mean? She'll be out soon, right? She told me so."

Santana watched her mami shake her head. Why was she doing that? She was coming out and she knew she was. Her abuela never lied to her and she was not going to believe that she did. She told her that she would be out of the hospital and she could visit her. Why would she say that if she wasn't?

"Hija I'm sorry but your abuela...she passed away. She won't be coming back." Maribel whimpered then she finally let tears fall down her face in front of her daughter. She didn't like doing it but she couldn't hold it in any longer.

Santana looked at her mother astounded. Her abuela was gone for good? No...it couldn't be. She promised she was going to make it home and now she was gone? How could this happen? She stood up not knowing what else to do. She couldn't let her mother see her cry. She just couldn't. She backed away and ran upstairs. She heard her mother call her name but she couldn't deal with it. She needed to be alone. She needed her abuela back without her being ill. Santana ran into her room and locked the door flinging herself onto the mattress crying into her pillow. She had never felt so upset in her life since no one had left her in this way before but now she knew that feeling, she really didn't want to feel it again.

February 2013

Santana had her hands on the steering wheel gripping it loosely so she was at least holding something then she turned to look at Brittany. "Well after the death of my abuela I couldn't concentrate in school. I caused trouble and got angry a lot then I started failing my classes so they held me back a year. I turned 18 in November. That's why I can drive as I am actually older than everyone else." Santana sighed and turned back to face the front again.

Brittany looked at her shocked. Her abuela, whoever that was, died when she was in eighth grade? That must have been horrible. She couldn't even handle her goldfish dying when she was that age, which is why she got Lord Tubbington, her cat. Her parents felt that buying her a cat would cheer her up and it did. He was like her best friend but she had to keep Rachel out of conversation because he usually got jealous of their friendship. He needed to handle his jealousy issues. She knew Santana needed comforting but she hadn't touched someone in so long. She tried reaching over but couldn't do it so she just looked at her and signed as she looked back at her.

"I'm sorry about your abuela, Santana."

Santana was surprised. Not about what she had said but Brittany had tried reaching out to touch her. That was a start right? It meant that she did want to even if she was scared to. She would definitely have to mention this to Rachel since she knew about Brittany more than she did. She would definitely take it as a good thing though. "It's okay Britt. It's over now. Thank you for listening." She looked at the blonde then opened her car door. "Ready to go inside? I'm sure they've finished now."

Brittany smirked getting out of the car closing the door walking to the pavement."Well you better hope so or you'll be getting my memory erased to get the image out my head."

Santana laughed and got out the car locking it."You got yourself a deal."

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