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Okay so I've not checked it since its early morning here and I'm tired but I wanted to put this up. Thank you to all who are still reading and who have reviewed. It means a lot and to all those who didn't, I hope you liked the last chapter. Here's the next chapter!
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It had been a week since the date and things couldn't have been going more smoothly. Brittany and Santana kept up the talking, texting and hanging out with one another but made sure to make sure each other were comfortable, mostly Brittany, and that neither of them were having second thoughts. Neither Santana nor Brittany felt their feelings dissolve for one another, which told the pair that they still had strong feelings for each other. Brittany had never felt so happy with someone before and even though this was her first crush that actually went somewhere, she didn't let that bother her. Everything was new for her but she was enjoying the journey that they were on. Other people at school noticed that they were becoming closer but the one person who had noticed the most was Rachel.
She had been looking at the both of them and how close they had become and even though she cared for her best friend; she didn't like the fact that she was being ignored. Brittany had put her focus into Santana the past week and hardly spoken to her which was hardly fair when they were friends first. Yes that may sound pathetic, but it's the truth. Brittany wouldn't have even found the courage without her. Well maybe she would have but still. She still didn't like the whole friendship/relationship they have going on.
"I just don't think Santana is good for her! I mean Brittany can't even talk and she didn't touch people either but then Santana walks into her life then suddenly she can touch her? What is with that?! I was her friend way before Santana and now she's taking my place and I will not have that! Santana is not replacing me!" Rachel ranted pacing the floor of her living room before stopping to look at her girlfriend. "Are you even listening, Quinn?"
Quinn looked up and sighed. "Honey of course I am listening but I just think you are being a little irrational. As her best friend don't you think you should be happy for Brittany? I mean she's finally able to touch somebody and can have that physical contact that she's been missing, but scared to have."
"Oh so you are taking their side are you?!" Rachel snapped glaring at her girlfriend. "You are supposed to be on my side!"
"I am on your side and I always will be." Quinn assured standing up walking over to Rachel and stopping in front of her putting her hands on her cheeks. "Sweetie you need to let this go. I mean for one they are going to be here in five minutes and two, I just think that you may be a little jealous of them. You should talk to Brittany."
"Jealous? Why would I need to be jealous of them? I am completely happy for Brittany to have other friends."
"I know you are but I know you don't like the fact that they hang out together, alone. It's what you and Brittany used to do and now you feel like she's doing that more with Santana than you." Quinn explained pulling away to pick up some magazines from the floor. "Rach, I know you and I also know you value yours and Brittany's friendship. There is no need to be jealous, especially when you aren't even together."
Rachel sighed nodding her head. "I know I'm being unfair babe I just miss her, you know? Santana is a big part of her life now too and I guess I miss her coming to me. Now, it's more likely she'll go to Santana."
"Don't you think she felt the exact same way when we got together?" Quinn asked with a smile. "I'm sure she felt as though you would need me more than her, but she got over that. You should too."
Quinn did have a point in what she said and she knew she wasn't being fair to both Santana and Brittany but she couldn't help it. She didn't enjoy feeling excluded and now here she was feeling just like that. Due to being a football player, the only female one at that, she had everyone's attention a lot of the time so she was used to being noticed but one thing she always liked was hw Brittany saw past her being like that and she could go back to just being the way she was before football. It was why she enjoyed their time together so much; she could be just Rachel and that was enough for Brittany.
"You don't get it Quinn."
"Then help me understand Rachel." Quinn says and was about to continue when the doorbell rang. "Do you want me to get it since you're upset?"
Rachel grumbled to herself nodding her head walking to the kitchen. Quinn sighed and went to the door opening it to see Brittany and Santana standing there holding hands. She couldn't help but smile at how cute they looked together and how Brittany looked completely comfortable touching another person. She would have to talk to Rachel at some point to help her accept the both of them.
"Hey guys come on in."
Santana and Brittany walked in at the request. Brittany looked around and frowned taking her hand away from Santana before turning to Quinn making sure her signing was a bit slower than usual.
"Where's Rachel?"
"She's...having some time to herself right now." Quinn said not enjoying the fact that she had to lie to her. "She's a little upset."
"I am not upset Quinn Fabray!" Rachel shouted from the kitchen. Quinn rolled her eyes at the response. Of course she would choose to act immature now.
"If you aren't upset then come out here! Brittany and Santana have arrived."
"I will not thank you very much. I am happy where I am."
Quinn sighed in frustration giving up on her girlfriend and deciding to focus on the guests she had currently. Well technically the guests Rachel had, but since she was being rude she would be the one talking to them.
"How about we sit down?" Quinn asked motioning to the couch which they both agreed to. Quinn sat down in the armchair whilst Brittany and Santana sat on the couch. "Rachel will join us eventually when she's finished doing...whatever she is doing."
"Is she okay?" Brittany asked concerned. "Should I go talk to her?"
Quinn shook her head. "Brittany don't take this the wrong way, and I don't mean to offend you, but I think you are actually the last person she wants to see right now."
Brittany looked from Quinn to the floor nodding her head. Santana glared at Quinn moving her hand over Brittany's back in comfort.
"Wow way to be nice Fabray. How could she not be offended by that?" Santana snapped before focusing on the blonde girl beside her. "Hey, it's okay Britt. She'll come out and see us soon."
Brittany raised her head looking at Quinn which definitely made her feel awful about what she had just said. She had a look on her face that looked like someone just told her that her dog or cat had died. Now she definitely felt guilty.
"Did I do something wrong?" Brittany asked moving her hands slowly showing Quinn how sad she was. "Because Rachel hasn't said anything, but if I have, can you tell her I'm sorry? I don't want her to feel that she has to hide when I'm around."
Quinn shook her head and sighed. "We spoke before you got here and she was just upset that's all. I can't tell you what about though because she is my girlfriend and I think its best she talks to you herself."
Brittany nodded in understanding before turning to Santana. "Maybe we should go. I don't want Rachel to feel that she has to hide in her own house."
"If you want to go Britt then we can go. We can go to the Aquarium you've been talking about all week." Santana says trying to make her smile, but all it did was get a forced smile out of her and a nod before she stood up. Santana followed her actions turning to Quinn whispering in her ear as Brittany made her way to the door. "Fix this somehow. I know it's not your fault but I do not want to go around with a Brittany who looks like Lord Tubbington has been in an accident."
"Excuse me, what?" Quinn asks out of confusion but Santana just ignores her walking to Brittany opening the door letting her out.
"What did you say about Lord Tubbington?" Brittany questioned looking at the Latina whilst they walk out of the house. "Is he okay? He's not mad at me too is he? Because I don't think I can handle two of my best friends being mad at me."
"What? Oh honey no of course not. We'll even facetime him at the aquarium if you like so we know."
Brittany frowned. "He can't facetime San. I took his phone off of him, remember?"
Santana smiled and put her hand on Brittany's back nodding taking one last look at Quinn before walking out completely. "Of course you did, Britt. I apologise."
Quinn sighed closing the door behind them leaning against it. She saw Rachel come out looking guilty after hearing the conversation. Quinn just shook her head and walked past Rachel towards the stairs.
"Quinn, wait!"
The blonde turned around and glared at her. "You fix this because you have just made me realise I do not want to see an upset Brittany on the day her cat dies. Because I know it will be ten times worse than what I just saw!"
Allowing Rachel to ponder that, Quinn walked up the stairs and slammed the bedroom door not letting Rachel get a word in edge ways. Sighing she lies on the bed burying her face in the pillow. She would seriously have to find a way to make it up to Brittany after today.
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Brittany and Santana were sat in Brittany's room on her bed cuddling. Brittany had been cuddled up to her ever since they got back to hers after the Aquarium. They had gone there for a while but after Santana noticed how upset she was, she decided that it was best for the both of them to just come back. They had been lying in the bed ever since.
"How're you feeling?" Santana asked stroking Brittany's hair looking down at her. "You've been very quiet."
Brittany shrugged her shoulders. "I'm okay."
"You sure?"
"Yeah I'm good, San." Brittany responded with a shrug of her shoulders. "Just feeling sad."
Santana sighed stroking over the blonde's back. She knew this was hard for her but it didn't make it any easier. Brittany was quite a happy person most of the time, but when her friends weren't around, which she had just found out, she just seem to turn...horribly sad. She was quieter than usual and it made Santana upset just watching how down she looked, and it was not nice to look at.
"Do you want me to call Rachel? Maybe I could get you two talking again."
Brittany shook her head sighing. "You can't make two people talk, it just doesn't work. That's like trying to force a cat and a mouse to talk. It'll end up with someone getting eaten...well not in that sense with people, but you get what I mean."
Santana was about to say something when her phone went off beside her on the bedside table. She reached over picking up her phone looking at it to see a message from Quinn. Thank the lord! Santana had been thinking about doing the same thing. Maybe between them they could sort this mess out. She opened the message.
From Q: How's Brittany doing? Rachel is just acting like she was earlier only she's not speaking to me either now. Xx
Santana scoffed. Of course Rachel would make this all about her wouldn't she?
To Q: Of course Rachel would act upset when it's her that has upset Brittany! You think Rachel is quiet? Brittany has hardly spoken, well not in the literal sense, since we to back and her face is just so...sad. It's making me sad just looking at her. I have run out of ideas in conversation! Xx
Running her fingers through Brittany's hair was all Santana could think about doing at the current moment. It kept Brittany calm, which was strange since before she could hardly touch the girl. She knew the girl trusted her though which was nice. Maybe that was why Rachel was acting so strange. She noticed her phone light up so she picked her phone up once again.
From Q: I know Santana believe me. I yelled at her after you left and we hardly ever argue. She's seeing things from the wrong perspective. I just need to convince her to see things from the right one. Give me time and I'll get Rachel to talk to Brittany xx
Quinn obviously knew what was wrong with Rachel but pushing her wasn't going to help things. Santana knew all about not pushing people since she met Brittany and it actually helped her friendships. She didn't push for information unless she knew the person wanted to tell whatever was bothering them. She had definitely seen a change in herself since she met the blonde and she was glad. She liked it.
To Q: Okay but don't wait too long. I don't want Brittany going round all depressed. She's been doing so well lately. Let me know how things go xx
She put her phone down and started to hear steady breathing. She looked down and noticed Brittany was curled up against her, arm over her stomach, sleeping with her head on her shoulder. She looked so peaceful and knew she didn't have the heart to wake the girl so she left her to sleep.
What Santana didn't understand is how someone can go from being friends one minute then the next minute they are completely ignoring you? Seriously, the brunette must have some awful hormonal changes going on in her body or something. Who changes their mind just like that about whether to talk to someone or not? It's a lot harder for Brittany too since she didn't exactly stay close to a lot of people. She seemed to be doing better at McKinley but she knew she struggled at her old one. She wanted to know what happened but she didn't want to push Brittany. She said she wouldn't and she meant it. If she wanted to talk then she would. Until then she would just be here for her.
Looking down at the blonde she had never seen someone look so beautiful whilst they slept. She just looks so peaceful not having to think about what happened earlier that day. She looked around the blonde's bedroom noticing her cat perched on the end of the bed just sat there. By just looking at the cat Santana could tell that he certainly needed to go on a diet. It always amused her all the stories Brittany told her about the cat but she knew Brittany thought they were true, so she wasn't going to argue. But the way Brittany spoke about the cat it was as though Brittany was his mother instead of owner, such as how she grounded him taking his phone away. Can cats even use phones? There's also how Lord Tubbington has an apparent drug addiction and when he is missing he's too busy seeing the cat across the street. Another male cat funnily enough meaning the cat was gay. She was all for stories and she found them interesting but how Brittany knows all this was beyond her. But then again, he was Brittany's other best friend so she wasn't going to judge.
Santana reached over to pick up her glass of water to notice it was empty so as smoothly as she could possibly do it, she moved Brittany onto her bed watching her wrap her arms around her pillow hugging it in her sleep. She got up slowly, picked up her glass making her way over to the door. She turned back to check that Brittany was still sleeping when she saw Lord Tubbington had moved into her spot curled up beside her. It was obviously a frequent position he was in since Brittany didn't even wake up when he brushed his fur against her. Santana glared at the cat not liking the fact she had her space taken by a cat before walking out leaving the door ajar making her way downstairs.
Walking into the kitchen she was surprised to see Mrs Pierce sat at the table. She walked to the sink to get a glass of water filling it up and was about to walk away again when she heard her voice behind her.
"Santana?"
The Latina turned around curiously. "Yeah?
Mrs Pierce stared at her daughter's friend curiously. "How is she? I mean I know our relationship with Brittany is unhinged right now but I do still care about her. Even though many of you don't think we do."
Santana was about to walk away but decided to walk towards the woman and sit down across from her. She looked broken if she was going to be honest. She guessed that it wasn't just Brittany that had been struggling but her parents too. Who would find, having a daughter who couldn't talk, easy? Of course it wasn't, but Santana knew that they could have tried harder too.
"She's good, Mrs Pierce. She's sleeping upstairs at the moment. She had a falling out with Rachel and it upset her." Santana explained taking a sip of her water. "But I'm sure she'll feel better once she's woken up."
"Susan."
"Excuse me?" Santana asked confused.
"I'd prefer it if you called me Susan. Mrs Pierce makes me feel old if I'm being honest." Susan stated chuckling quietly looking down at her cup of coffee holding it. "I know many of your friends don't like me or Brittany's father, but what you all need to understand is that Brittany didn't just lose her twin brother that night; we lost a son and it was very hard. Brittany refused to celebrate their birthday after that, so all we were able to do is give her a gift every year. We aren't bad parents. We could have tried harder, yes, but we struggled too."
Santana nodded her head in understanding. It was always right to listen to every aspect of the story, no matter whether it hurt or not. She had learnt that growing up and since the only version of the story everyone had heard was Brittany's, everyone believed it not having any other part to compare it too. Sighing she stood up nodding her head.
"Susan, I know it wasn't your fault. None of this was your fault since it seems, to me, Brittany just retracted after her brother died. She lost her best friend, her brother, her everything and it was difficult for her. She wanted him back which, of course, wasn't possible. I think she just wishes you tried harder but I know Brittany doesn't believe it's your fault that none of you have a good relationship. She just didn't want to let anyone in."
"But what about now?" Susan asks curiously. "Is she getting better? I have noticed she's been a lot happier lately with you around so I just wanted to say, thank you."
Santana smiled nodding her head. "Brittany is doing a lot better. I can't say how better because she wants to tell you when she's ready but you should be proud of her. I know Brittany didn't tell you this, but she's got a motocross race next week. She told me a few days ago and wants me to go. You and Mr Pierce should come along and see her."
Susan looked up and smiled nodding her head. "We'd really like that. My husband, Pierce, would love to see her racing again."
"Wait. Your husband is called Pierce Pierce?" Santana asked in surprise. "As in...his forename and surname are exactly the same?"
"Oh believe me on our first date I was completely surprised. I only got his first name when I first met him but when he said his full name I was shocked too. But apparently each family within the Pierce family name has someone with an odd name. He has a cousin called Jackson Jackson and I think one of his nieces is called Snow, as in what you call the stuff that falls from the sky."
Santana raises her eyebrow in surprise. She really feels for these people who had their parents give them an odd name, especially these people who have the name first name and last name. She shakes her head lifting her head giving her a smile.
"I'll write down the details to give you before I leave." Santana tells the woman walking to the doorway before turning back looking at her with another smile on her face. "You're a great mother, Susan. As long as you actually care and you are trying, Brittany will start to trust you."
The blonde woman nods her head. "Thank you Santana. And thank you for looking out for my little girl."
"Anytime."
Santana walks up the stairs to see Brittany still sleeping and, thankfully, her spot was clear. She walked back putting her glass of water on the side lying down on the bed again pulling Brittany back onto her which the blonde seemed to get into straight away since she wrapped her arm tight around Santana cuddling up to her.
She was glad she got the chance to talk to Brittany's mother. She just showed her how she did actually care and that she wasn't just making things up. She genuinely did care about her daughter and that was all Brittany wanted. She just wanted her parents love and for them to try and communicate with her. Santana sighed happily leaning down kissing Brittany's head softly leaning her head back on the pillow looking at the ceiling.
Ever since the date the blonde was all she thought about. She didn't know what this made them or anything like that. She remembered the date, how much fun they had and especially the way Brittany kissed her at the end of the night, which definitely surprised her like it would anybody. She wanted more but maybe Brittany wasn't ready and there was the fact that they had only gone on one date. It probably wasn't even the right time to start dating but if there was one thing she was certain of, it was how much she wanted to be Brittany's girlfriend. She wanted to walk through the hallway holding her hand so everyone knew they were together, to kiss her before class and after class, to spend their lunch times together and stuff like that. She wanted it all. She just didn't know where to go from here. Where do you usually go after one date? Just continue the way you are or go further?
Santana had never really had a girlfriend before. Yeah she'd had boyfriends when she was pretending to be straight but that was basically just sex with dating on the side, Brittany was different. She wanted to go slow and show her how much she cared about her. She wanted to hold hands, kiss, and cuddle in bed or on the sofa watching TV whilst their parents and friends were around, but she knew Brittany had issues to work out. She didn't want to interfere with her getting better. But she wasn't going to complain. She would support her throughout no matter what.
Santana closed her eyes sighing happily feeling Brittany move her leg over both of hers locking her in place. Smiling, she felt herself starting to nod off since she knew going anywhere wasn't an option. Might as well get some rest whilst she's at it, right?
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After spending the weekend together Brittany and Santana were happy, well, until it got to having to return to school on Monday morning and to be honest, things weren't much better for Brittany. She usually was pretty good at studying but with what was going on with Rachel it put her mood down which meant she couldn't focus in her school work which then went on to her not even attempting her homework which was due that morning. Brittany was just glad she had Santana to cheer her up when she felt down. On Saturday morning she had woken up to the Latina holding her whilst she slept. She looked absolutely adorable sleeping so she decided to wake up and try to make her breakfast, but it went terribly wrong, so they went to a cafe and had breakfast. It was nice and the food wasn't bad either.
Brittany and Santana were at their lockers whilst Brittany was putting her books slowly into her bag. She didn't particularly want to see Sadie but her weekend hadn't been great but still. That was no excuse for her not doing he homework. Sighing she closed her locker.
"Britt don't worry. Just explain what happened."
"What? Tell her I fell out with a friend and that's why my homework isn't done? She'll think I'm stupid." Brittany stated with a sigh putting her bag on her shoulder.
Santana gave her a small smile leaning in kissing her cheek. "You'll be okay and if not just text me. I've got Spanish now."
"I don't see why you even take Spanish when you know the language." Brittany says, grinning at feeling her skin tingle at the spot where Santana's lips were just moments ago. "It just doesn't make any sense. You must get bored."
Santana gives Brittany a wink. "Easy A, Britt. Okay good luck with your support and I'll see you later. And by the way we have to..." Santana began to say, but shook her head reminding herself not to bring up the conversation of their relationship.
"What is it?" Brittany asked curiously. "You can tell me."
Santana smiled. "We have to meet up at lunch, of course."
"Oh! We totally will, Santana! Meet you here?"
"Definitely. See you soon."
Santana smiled then walked to her lesson. Brittany was just so adorable sometimes she couldn't take it. Plus she knew Brittany loved that kiss on her cheek by the way she reacted. Maybe talking about things wouldn't be such a bad idea, but right now, she would leave it. If Brittany wanted to talk, she would.
Santana made it to her lesson and sat down getting her stuff out when she realised who was sitting next to her. Crap. Santana totally forgot she sat next to Rachel during Spanish. Sighing she just tried to ignore her but, of course Rachel being Rachel, had to say something. Why was it that she couldn't keep her mouth shut for one lesson? Just this once whilst they were arguing Santana wished she would shut up but of course that wasn't going to happen.
"Santana, can we talk?" Rachel whispered whilst Mr Schue started putting the lesson plan on the board.
"And why would I want to do that? Don't you think you've annoyed me enough already by hurting Brittany?"
The Latina glared at the brunette but noticed how upset she actually looked. Her head was down looking at her book and she was fiddling with her pen with both hands. It wasn't a look Santana saw lot of unless she had done something she really did regret, like when she ended up kissing another girl drunk at a party. Santana made sure to never let Quinn find out about it, not that it was a big deal, but Rachel was so upset and since she had helped her with coming out, she owed it to her at the time. Quinn still didn't know.
"Santana, I don't want to hurt her, trust me. She's my best friend and the last thing I want to do is hurt her." Rachel says in a weak voice sounding as though she was about to burst into tears or something. "I just...it was a misunderstanding I guess."
"What possible misunderstanding could cause you to not talk to Brittany?" Santana snapped in a hushed voice so Mr Schue didn't hear them. "Tell me that."
Rachel let out a sigh not knowing how to explain but she knew she had to. Santana was going to be Brittany's girlfriend soon so they had to get along; even though Brittany was her friend first but still. Damn it, jealousy was still coming out of her.
"I guess it all started when I saw Brittany touch you first." Rachel began fiddling with her pen. "Brittany has been my best friend since pre-school, so when I found out that you were the one she touched first, I got jealous. I thought that I would be the one who she would touch first since she trusts me and has known me longer but...she went to you."
Santana now understood. Rachel got jealous of the both of them about how close they were which Santana understood. It wasn't as though she came in and swooped Brittany away or anything, Brittany just grew on her and she knew she had grown on the blonde. They just started hanging out and she knew that, in a way, Brittany hated bothering Rachel all the time. Sighing she looked at Rachel.
"Brittany is still your best friend and always will be Rachel. Me getting to touch her first is nothing from what I can see. She just gravitated towards me out of fear and the whole touching regime just stuck." Santana explained giving Rachel a comforting smile. "She's been miserable without you. Can you please talk to her? I've tried everything."
"Course I will," Rachel responded with a smile before turning serious, "but I want you to tell me something."
"Anything you want Rachel."
"Look after her. I know you care and I was planning on interrogating you but I have better things to do than give you a pep talk on how to treat Brittany." Rachel explained with a chuckle. "And frankly, I can't be bothered."
Santana laughed nodding her head. They received a stern look from Mr Schue telling them to be quiet so they did. It was nice that she understood where Rachel was coming from. Santana looked up at Mr Schue before writing something down handing it to Rachel who opened it instantly.
Keep your hopes up. One day she will be like her old self again and you'll be able to hug her and touch her like before :)
After a few minutes Santana received a note back. She looked up at the board making sure Mr Schue wasn't watching before opening it. She saw three words that just broke her heart. Rachel was really upset about this. Maybe more than she has told Brittany about. It was possible she was handling this all on her own which was a hard thing to do. Not touching your best friend must be horrible. She couldn't even imagine it.
Santana looked down staring at the three words on the piece of paper.
I hope so.