I'm so so so so so very sorry for the long update. My explanation would be in the end of this chapter. Again, sorry! Please enjoy.
SCHOOL IS SOO UGHH.
Chapter 12
November 1st should be remembered as the saddest day ever. Why? Because the sweetest, most innocent, hottest, loving, kind, c—(stop Santana, you're describing her too much), a.k.a. Brittany Pierce hasn't smiled on that certain day at all. Ever since I woke up on my bed I was expecting to see a still crying Brittany by my side, but sadly, she wasn't there.
As I slowly get up from bed, I hear something shattering not too far away. I immediately got up and pranced my way to the kitchen, where I believe the eerie sound came from.
"What was that?" I managed to say, my breathing becoming hard.
Brittany was standing in the middle of the room with her head bent down. She looks up to me and for some reason my heart begins to ache and I wish she didn't face me at all. The look in her eyes was dead, no spark, no shine. It was just like 3 months ago when her friends visited and we all drank late at night, and when I found her sitting on the ground while looking up in the dark, starry night. She looked exactly like that right now and it just saddens me.
"Sorry, the glass slipped" reasoned Brittany, giving me a tight-lipped smile which I knew was fake and unreal. Okay, so maybe she did smile, but it still didn't count since that smile wasn't her.
I took my time walking closer to her, never breaking eye contact and stop once I was merely inches away from the broken shards of glass on the floor. I flashed Brittany a warm smile, hoping the blonde would feel a tiny bit happier but she doesn't respond to it.
"What's wrong Britt? Ever since last night, you… you haven't been yourself" I ask, my face showing full concern.
"Nothing's wrong San, I'm just… tired"
Tired? How so?
"Halloween was pretty hectic, huh?" I simply replied as Brittany nods.
"I'll clean this up. Do you mind calling Kay? Breakfast is almost done" she tells me politely, kneeling down with a mini-broom and mini-dustpan to swat the shards away.
"Sure Britt. Umm, don't do anything reckless okay?" I said, hesitating on whether I should leave my depressed friend or not.
"I'll be good" and with that reassuring reply, I darted towards Kazey's room.
Knocking softly, Kazey opens the door. She's rubbing her eyes while yawning and I find this action too adorable so I smile brightly to the little blonde girl.
"Had a nice sleep?" I chuckled, lifting the girl up from the floor and unto my waist. She nods her head slightly before yawning once again.
"Awesome sleep" she corrects me with a coy smile.
"Still up for breakfast?"
"Of course!" she giggles back.
When we enter the dining room, I gently place Kazey on her usual seat and rub her head playfully, earning a satisfied laugh from the girl. After presenting to me a big, huge smile, Kazey goes to playing with the spoon and fork. A smile grazes on my lips as I walk back inside the kitchen only to smell something burning.
"What the—"
My attention goes to Brittany who was leaning on the sink with her eyes staring down blankly on the floor in full concentration. Then I move my eyes upwards, towards the pan on top of the stove only to see smoke coming out.
"Britt!" I gasped, running to the stove and turning the heat off. I snatched a lid from under the sink and quickly covered up the smoke. Since I didn't like the smell, I pinch the bridge of my nose and scrunched my face up in disdain.
Also, me screaming Brittany's name seemed to snap the blonde out of her trance and face me with a straight face.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah? What do you mean 'yeah'? You burnt the food Britt"
She glances from the pan then to me without changing her expressions. "Sorry" she simply apologizes, not even bothering to smile just a bit.
"Sorry? That's it?" I grunted, taking a deep breath and recomposing myself. I couldn't bring myself to get mad at her.
Then all of a sudden, the worry kind of feeling was coursing throughout my body when I see Brittany just shrug her shoulders in response. What happened to her?
"I'll cook up a new one then" said her, walking towards the fridge.
Not wanting to repeat nor replay what just happened all over again, I slammed the fridge door shut from behind Brittany and sighed in relief.
"I'll do that, Go with Kaze" I stuttered. Even though the situation was kind of awkward, I cant help but feel tingly inside with Brittany's body pressed up close to mine, making the scent of sweet vanilla enter my nostrils.
"Okay" she says, breaking free from my caged arms and heading over to the living room.
Breakfast was very awkward with Brittany not even saying anything; the only one who was talking was Kazey who didn't notice the older blonde's weird actions. Brittany was mindlessly eating her bacon and egg and nodding briefly whenever Kazey would ask something childish. Whenever she takes a sip of water it feels like time slowed down, I imagined every gulp Brittany was taking took over 5 minutes each. It was an odd feeling, a very peculiar one.
As Kazey jumps off of her chair and runs towards the living room, Brittany stands up to pick up the left over plates. There was a grumble in my stomach which meant it wasn't a good sign. I wouldn't be surprised if Brittany dropped one of those plates any moment soon.
So out of instinct, I stood up from my seat and grabbed Brittany's wrist. "Wait, I'll do that, why don't you watch tv with Kaze?"
She looks up to me then to Kazey. "No. I'll handle this, You go spend time with Kay" said Brittany, slowly releasing my grip and placing the plates on top of another.
"Okay then, if you need anything I'll be there okay?" I simply replied, not wanting to argue with her.
Brittany nods and after piling the plates, she moves back inside the kitchen.
When I turn around, I accidentally stepped on Cupcake's tail which made the orange cat hiss at me angrily.
"Oops, sorry Cake" I apologized, kneeling down and petting the slightly angry cat's head.
Cupcake purrs at me, meaning I was forgiven and scurried to the front door. I walk towards Kazey and plop myself beside her on the couch. I didn't recognize the tv show she was watching so I asked,
"What's that you're watching?"
She doesn't reply, her eyes glued to the television like she's waiting for some kind of scene she wanted to see so badly and after a few minutes, Kazey snaps out of her faze and looks at me shyly.
"Sorry Auntie San. I was watching Tom and Jerry, what was your question again?" she asks innocently, causing me to chuckle at the irony.
"Nothing hon. Continue watching your TV" I said, giving her a simple smile.
Kazey shrugs her shoulders and returns her attention back to her television show.
There's an aching feeling inside of me because of Brittany's current actions this morning and last night. It hurts to know that just yesterday, we confessed our small love to each other and yet it seems like nothing happened at all. I was hoping to talk to her about our feelings today but I'm not so sure it's going to happen.
Whatever happened last night must have really brought her down. I was so lost in my thoughts I didn't notice Brittany wearing a coat over her body and walking to the front door until Cupcake purred to her, lightly scratching the wooden floor.
My head shots up to Brittany who's gently pushing Cupcake away from the door with a sad face and miserable eyes and I got up from the couch, pacing towards her.
"Where are you going?" I ask curiously
Brittany stands up straight and fidgets with the hem of her shirt. "Somewhere, I have to meet up with someone" she mumbles
"What?" I hear Kazey exclaim from the living room, jumping off the sofa and running to us with a very annoyed expression.
"I have swimming class today mom" she stated, crossing her arms together.
"I know Kay, but this is a really important meeting" Brittany explained, bending down to have the same eye level as the younger blonde.
"Important meeting that you got to wear your pajamas on over a coat?" I suspiciously asked, eyeing her up and down but both Brittany and Kazey didn't seem to hear me.
"But today's the day they're gonna pick the people who'll be participating in the Kids Swimming Competition" Kazey wined, showing off her biggest pout.
Brittany face-palmed herself and sighed. "Wait, that was today?"
"Yes it's today at 4 o clock!"
Brittany glances over from the front door then to Kazey with a very troubled face.
"I can take her" Crap. That wasn't supposed to come out of my mouth.
Both blondes tilt their heads towards me, Kazey's eyes glimmering with hope.
"What'd you say San?" Brittany questioned, standing up.
"I-I can bring her if you want"
Kazey prances on me with a humongous smile. "Yes! Yes! Thank you so much Auntie San!"
"Are you sure San? Do you have anything to do today?"
"Nope. I'm actually having a week of day offs because of my latest case's success"
"Can Auntie San bring me? Please? Since you cant bring me mom"
"Fine. Just make sure you behave okay?"
"Yes Mommy!"
Brittany opens the front door and was about to leave when I grabbed her wrist. "Wait"
Kazey's already back in the living room watching TV which is good because I'm seriously worried about Brittany.
"Is something wrong San?"
"Something wrong? Of course Britt! You… you're not yourself, and what's more you rejected bringing Kaze to her swimming try-outs, don't you want to support her?"
Brittany bits her lower lip and bows down in shame. "I want to watch her"
"Then move the date of your meeting"
"I cant" she says, shaking her head. "the only day acceptable is today"
"then why are you wearing your pajamas? Shouldn't you wear something formal?"
"I don't need to wear something exclusive"
"..and why not?"
"because it's not really an important meeting"
"Then cancel it. I'm sure Kazey badly wants you to come"
"I can't San, I'm sorry but I really cant" and with that said, she lets go of my grip and runs to her car, leaving me speechless yet again.
xoxoxo
[Brittany POV]
I couldn't believe I was doing this to Santana. She doesn't deserve my attitude at all but I cant help my emotions, ever since that call, I just cant.
"Hello Brittany"
My heart immediately stopped beating as I heard his voice speak through the phone. It was my dad.
"D-Dad…" those words tasted like bitter in my mouth. I haven't called anyone Dad ever since that tragedy 6 years ago.
"Yes Brittany, it's me."
I feel my knees going weak and my hands starting to quiver. After all those years of suffering, trying to make a living for both me and Kazey, he only calls now?
So many questions were coursing through my mind. Where are you? Where's Mom? What do you want? Why didn't you look for us? Do you know how much suffering you gave me? What did you do to Mom? Are you still divorced? Who are you now?
But there was one specific question I needed to ask.
"How'd you get my number?" I asked with my voice cracking. It was a simple yet suspicious kind of question. I didn't know how he got my house number; I didn't even know he knew where I live. What else does he know?
"Your house number you mean" he corrected and I swear I heard someone laughing.
"Who's there? Is that Mom?"
"How are you and Kazey?"
He ignored me. He didn't want to answer.
"Who's there?" I repeated, my breathing becoming shallow. Even though he isn't in the room or anywhere around me, I'm completely terrified.
"It's almost November 16" he said, ignoring me again.
As I was about to reply the same thing to him, something caught my attention. "What about November 16?"
He chuckled and I could hear someone laughing too. What's going on?
"Are you really that stupid Brittany?" he mocked as my eyes began to water. My dad always scolded me for my lack of intelligence. I wasn't the brightest person in the world and he made sure to make me see that.
"What do you want on November 16?" this time I ignored his question and I pray to God he wont say what I think he's going to say. If he does, I might as well die because November 16 is..
"Isnt Kazey's birthday on the 16th of November?" said him and even though I cant see him, I know he's grinning wickedly. He always grins like that and I just want to run into a vacant room and puke.
"Yes. It is, but what is it you want on that date?"
"Well, me and your mom are getting short on money. Ever since the both of you left years ago, we've gone mad and well, we lost everything. The house, jobs, money and our stuff, it was hard you know"
"and what does that have to do on Kay's birthday?"
"You really are a stupid-ass, Brittany… isn't it obvious? We're selling Kazey to this rich man for big money!" he laughed and my face immediately turned pale.
Did I just hear what he just said? He's going to sell Kazey to a filthy man?
"What are you talking about? NO! NO! Of course I wont allow you to sell Kay! No!" I shrieked as tears began falling down.
"Tsk tsk Brittany, haven't you been to college—"
"-sorry but no! because I have parents who kept fighting and shooting and drinking and doing sex every night with not just themselves but with other people! Don't even say you didn't take drugs!" I hissed whilst sobbing madly. This can't be happening, Please Lord, don't let this happen.
"well, let's just say, Kazey is rightfully me and your mother's. We own Kazey, she's still our daughter and you cant keep her, even if you're her sister"
"Then take me, please. Please. Don't take Kay, I beg of you, she doesn't deserve this. She's just 6 for crying out loud! Just take me" I pleaded desperately.
If I gave Kazey back to them, who knows what that filthy rich guy is going to do to her. The thought of it makes me sick. They cant do this to Kazey, she's so innocent and young. She still has baby teeth and baby hair. Kazey didn't have puberty yet either. She's still so childish, her mind is filled with rainbows, computers, swimming and so much more. She cant be a slave, she just can't. Seeing her dusting windows and scrubbing old man's feet while wearing maid outfits makes me want to cry to death.
"Plea-Please" I mumbled through sobs.
"Sorry Britt but you're an adult now which specifically means we don't owe you that much. Also, the rich dude wants a kid not an adult who cant tell the difference between 1 and 2"
"I'll give you the money, I have millions in my bank account, I swear just don't do this to her Dad. PLEASE" I tried once more but failed, he wouldn't say yes.
"Nope. Sorry Brittany, but we want her. This rich guy will pay us more than you can and if you don't hand over Kazey by her birthday, we can call the police about this"
"I'll tell them about your drug dealing" I snarled, feeling my eyes burn from all the crying.
"Oh you wouldn't because you don't have proof. One woman cant prove another has drugs unless the item is shown in person" he babbled and once again, someone's laughing in the background.
"I—I wont do this"
"You don't have to. It's done Brittany. Oh by the way, your Mom's going to meet you tomorrow at Coffee Bean, we need to plan this all up of course" he said before hanging up and leaving me crying non-stop on the tiled floor with my face being covered by my pale hands." This can't be happening."
As I parked my car in front of Coffee Bean, I immediately spotted my Mom. She was sitting down on a couch that was beside the glass wall so it wasn't that hard to see her. She looked much older with wrinkles forming on her face and blonde hair turning white. She still looked beautiful but I know behind all that beauty, she's just a bitch with a cold heart.
Once I took a seat on the empty couch near my Mom, she looks up to me and grins.
"Why hello there Britty. My, are you gorgeous or what? Too bad you're brain is as stupid as a pig though" she winked at me, not even bothering to stand up and shake my hand.
I nod slightly and bowed my head down. I hope this was just a dream I'm having because honestly, I'd like to disappear right now.
"Anyways, I heard the conversation you and your Daddy-kins had, were you crying like a pussy or what? I should have recorded it and post it on youtube but sadly, my phone was stolen"
So it was her laughing with Dad on the phone. Usually people would start a fight once they hear my mom's accusations but really, I've gotten use to it. There was not once in my life have I heard my mom compliment me, even when I was born.
You see, my parents would be called the 'bad' types, the ones who grew up drinking and smoking at the age of 10 and start having sex at the age of 18 and get pregnant. Yes, those were my parents. My mom told me she got pregnant over 4 times (not including Kazey, so in total its 5), two of them twins and it makes me wonder what happened to the rest of my step-siblings. Mom said she never aborted, so I honestly wonder what they're doing right now. I even asked them why I was brought to school if they were just people who had jobs as a stripper and drug dealer.
They answered me with a "we wanted to change" and "we had many kids which we didn't improve on so we decided why not now?"
And here we are now, in horrible terms. On the night they started wreaking the house and shouting for about the hundredth time, I knew by then that Kazey couldn't live the life I had, so I packed our stuff and left.
"Oh by the way honey, I don't have money and I told that cute latte guy that 'my daughter's going to buy me coffee once she's here' so I want some coffee okay?"
I simply nodded and sat up, walking slowly to the cashier counter.
"Tough woman huh?" the Coffee Bean boy asked while pressing buttons on the screen with a joking smile.
"Yeah, she's my Mom" I replied, blushing in embarrassment. Who would want their Mom to be like that?
"She's your Mom? I don't believe that. You're way too pretty to be called her daughter, she looks like a hobo" he scoffed and I giggled lightly.
"Sorry if I'm offending your Mom by the way" he added softly, making sure other costumers didn't hear.
I leaned forward and smiled. "No, I thank you for offending her"
He smiles back and reaches his arm out. "Name's Caleb. Just Caleb. What's yours?"
I shake his hand politely and answered him. "Brittany. Brittany Pierce. No last name?"
"Well, I don't really remember my parents. They brought me to this orphanage when I was 7 and that's pretty much it. I never had a last name ever since" he explained while preparing my order.
"Wait, you don't know your parents at all?"
"Nope. Why do you think I'm saying bad stuff about your Mom? My parents were bitches for leaving me all alone"
"I'm really sorry"
"Don't be. I'm glad to know the fact I'm never meeting them again" he sighed, handing over my two cups of coffee. "Enjoy, Brittany" he adds while smiling brightly.
"You too, oh and keep the change" I said, giving my payment with a playful wink which made him chuckle.
"Took you long enough! Are you a turtle or something? I mean you look like one but you didn't have to walk like one too Britty" my mother ranted, snatching her cup from my hands without even a simple 'thank you'.
"Sorry, but uhm Mom, did you know that the cashier guy never knew his parents?"
"And why would I know that? I'm not related to that freak so why should I care about his life's history?"
I nodded and didn't say a thing after when my mom slammed her right hand on the table. "Oh right! Back to business, I'm going to give you the address of our house so that you'll bring Kazey there"
I take a huge gulp and calmed my breath. "M-Mom, please. Is there any other way? I don't want to let you sell Kazey to another man. It's just filthy wrong" I frowned upon her, slighting fidgeting with my fingers.
"Nope. No other way, by November 16, you're gonna hand over that munchkin to me" she replied, laughing wickedly.
"she doesn't deserve this Mom—"
"—and there's nothing you can do about it nutbrain, Kazey is still our property."
My shoulders slump down and I feel the anger rushing through my veins. I cant believe that in a few days, Kazey will be taken away from me. She'll be gone. Her smile, her laugh, her scent, her voice, her sweet gestures, her jokes, her toys, her aura, it'll all be gone in a blink of an eye.
I want to fight for her. I desperately want to rip the heart of my parents and see them die with all their blood scattered through my body. I want to take Kazey and run far away. I want to do everything it takes to avoid this but I cant.
I don't want to lose hope but really, there's nothing I can do and I hate myself so much for going on with this.
"I have to go" I suddenly said, looking straight into my mother's eyes with disgust and hatred.
"Yeah whatever, go bring your fat ass to your happy life with your stupid little bitch of a sister, the both of you left your parents for" my mother snarled back, sticking her middle finger up to me.
I gasped in shock and surprised myself when I dipped the remaining of my coffee on top of her head which she screamed from all the heat.
"Motherfucker!" yelled my mom, standing up with her arms outstretched.
"insult me, fine. But insult Kay? NEVER. DO. THAT." I scolded highly, emphasizing every single word coming out from my mouth.
My mom doesn't say anything and I don't plan on letting her as I threw my cup right on her face and stormed out of the shop with the biggest frown I ever placed. I needed a drink. And I need it now.
[No POV's. Normal]
As Santana buys a can of soda from a teenage boy selling drinks, she spots Molly by the end of the room talking non-stop with other girls and boys. Her eyebrows rise up mischievously while walking towards them with a plan in mind.
"Why hello there girls and boys" she grinned, looking at each one of them with a nod. "What are all of you talking about?" she added, taking a small sip from her drink.
Once Santana approached them, Molly immediately hid something behind her back whilst biting the bottom lip nervously. "Just talking" she replies.
"Well, I kind of saw all of you giggling and laughing loudly so I thought there must be something really awesome you guys are talking about" Santana gasped, shoving the can of soda to the younger boy on her left and silently commanding him to hold it for her.
"Uhm, we were talking about Phineas and Ferb. It's a very cool tv show Ms. Lopez, you should watch it" Molly comments back as tiny bits of sweat starts to form on the top of her forehead.
"Oh, of course, I think Kazey mentioned that before" Santana nodded, holding her chin softly with her eyebrows knitted down. "May I ask, what's behind your back? It's probably something about Phineas and Ferb right?"
Molly takes a big gulp and doesn't say anything back but grips tightly on the object behind her with so much strength, Molly could feel her hands getting sore and painful. "Y-Yeah. You can say that Ms. Lopez"
"Then you don't mind me at all if I take a look at it right?" replied the Latina, smiling wickedly while bending forward to make eye-level with the nervous girl.
"Uhm, Uhm…" Molly began to stutter, rotating her head left and right, trying hardly to avoid Santana's stare but failed to once Santana walked behind her and snatched the object from Molly's desperate grasp.
"And what do we have here?" The Latina hummed, toying suspiciously with the familiar metal object in her hands. "scissors. What were you planning to do with this eh, Molly?"
Molly turns around and frowns. She can feel her eyes getting watery and her ear aching from the soft laughs coming from her so-called "friends"
"Well?" Santana repeats, swinging the sharp supply in front of her guilty eyes with a wicked smile. "..." she said, spitting out every word with disdain.
Since Molly didn't have the guts to answer the Latina, Santana turns to a short kid with blue braces and curly brown hair that was snickering at Molly. "You. With the ugly teeth and hair" The girl frowns and looks at Santana sadly. "y-yeah?"
"What were you trying to do with this scissors? I wont kill you if you say the truth"
The girl looks at all the other kids who had their heads bowed down and sighs. "We were planning, no. Molly was planning to cut off the bottom part of Kazey's swimsuit" she confesses, pointing at Molly at once with full accusation. "It was her! None of us wanted to do this!"
"No I didn't! Carrie is lying Ms. Lopez!" Molly immediately whined and denied, stomping her feet like crazy.
"I doubt Carrie is lying" Santana scoffed, grabbing her soda back and taking a long, full sip from it before spitting it all out on the fat girl with disgust.
"AHH!" Molly exclaimed, slamming her eyes shut and falling backwards.
"Yeah. And that's how we do it in Lima Heights" Santana said in her ghetto voice, not caring at all if anyone thought this was child abuse.
Molly weeps quietly on the floor when the boy Santana left her soda with walked in front of her. "Can I just say you're hot and so cool" he grinned coyly.
Santana looks down on him and smiles. "Sorry kiddo. I'm gay, your like 7 years-old and I'm 20 plus. You don't have a huge dick that would somehow attract me and your face looks like a baby's butt. Oh and lastly, you were planning to make Kazey lose in her try-outs today, so… in your dreams dickhead" Santana deadpanned, and again, she didn't care if he was a kid and she spoke to him in a not-so-good manner. She didn't care one bit that he treated him like an adult as well, he tried to do something to Kazey and he was not going to be safe by just calling Santana hot and cool.
With one last look at all of them, Santana trots outside to the swimming pool venue with a triumphant smile. Kazey is sure to win a spot on the varsity league.
Opening the metallic doors, Santana tries to find Kazey amidst the many people walking around the venue. There were about a hundred male and females sitting on the benches at both ends of the pool, either waving to their children or waiting for the event to start soon. For a try-out, there sure are a lot of people coming over.
"Auntie San! Over here!" Kazey yells out, waving her hands up in the air for Santana to see.
Once the Latina found the excited blonde by the edge of the enormous pool, she flashes off a smile and walk towards her. Kazey was talking to a boy around her age, with slick brown hair and light blue eyes that matched his plaid shirt.
"Hey Kaze. Who's this?" Santana asked, gesturing towards the small boy.
Kazey beams up and runs to hug Santana with a giggle. "That's Train. He's a new transferee from Italy" she said, introducing Train to the Latina after letting go.
"Hi There" he greets, smiling brightly with an accent that adored Santana immediately. "Name's Train"
The way he talks just made Santana want to squeeze the life out of him. He was the meaning of the word elegant and tough. He had neatly fixed hair that would usually look bad on guys and a clean, pale-freckled face.
"Hey Train. I'm Santana but you can call me San if you like" she says, opening up to the young child which wasn't really normal to her.
Train smiles wide and nods excitedly. "Okay! Sorry but I have to go, goodluck Kazey" and with that, the young, Italian boy jogs away.
"Why was he here by the way, Kaze?"
"He plays soccer"
The corner of Santana's lips twitch upwards with the thought of Kazey and the Italian boy Train, somehow hooking up. But she had to stop thinking about it. Santana needs to cheer on Kazey first. As a whistle echoes throughout the area, Santana plants a sloppy kiss on Kazey's forward and wishes her luck one last time before moving to sit down on the bleachers.
It was about to start when Kazey takes a deep breath and lines up behind the other kids who were trying out for the competition as well. Her heart's beating so fast that the young girl couldn't hear anything else but that. Another whistle comes out from her coach's lips as the first kid jumps into the pool and swims fast.
There's cheering and screams and Kazey was becoming a tad bit scared because of it. What happened if she lost track of time? What if she forgot how to swim? What if she'll slip? Drown? What would Santana think? What would her mom think?
Brittany. That was the only thing in her head right now. Kazey desperately wanted her mom to be here. She wanted to see her screaming at the stands with Santana whilst holding a large banner that said "GO KAZEY". Kazey didn't understand why a meeting could be more important than her first try-out to a competition. It wasn't the fact that she didn't like Santana here, no, she's happy Santana's here. Kazey just wants her mom there too. That's all she ever wanted, to be with Brittany forever.
Knowing that she couldn't do this without the support of her sister-mother and tears suddenly falling from her eye-lids, Kazey dashes out from the long line and opens the metallic doors to hide inside the school.
This doesn't go unnoticed by Santana who immediately gets up and follows the very sad, little blonde as the crowd continues to cheer for their own children.
Brittany on the other hand, was drowning all her sorrows in an empty bar with old music playing through a very dusty radio and drinking strong beer. An old man was cleaning the glasses stacked on the shelves when Brittany suddenly starts to cry.
"W-Why" she sobbed. "Ka-Kay…I'm so sorry"
Then out of nowhere, her beer was snatched away by the old man who was now sitting down on the stool right beside her.
"Hey!" she grunted, looking up and was met with tired, gray eyes. "That's mine" she huffed like a child, slamming her head on the table
"Woah there girlie, don't want you to have a concussion now do we?" he chuckled jokingly, placing the beer on top of the table
Brittany groans stubbornly against the brown, rusty wooden table which made the old man chuckle again. "Nor do we want you to place your mouth on top of a dirty table"
The statement made Brittany's head bounce up and look at the man sadly. "Okay okay. What do you want? "
"I want you to stop hurting yourself. It's been 5 minutes since you came here and you've already broke a bottle of tequila, slammed your head on the table, slapped your cheeks bounty lot of times, slammed your head on the table, fell down from the stool, slammed your head on the table and placed your mouth in what may be, a poisonous dirty table" he ranted, making it seem like Brittany was a crazy person who needed to go to a mental hospital or something.
"I'm not mental" she stated, burying her face in between her hands. "I'm normal"
"I know that. I never said you were mental, actually, I had even crazier women here before" he chuckled softly, remembering all those depressing, drunken moments of other human beings.
"Grandpa!" a man yelled from inside a random room, running out towards them. "Grandpa!"
"What is it, Kevin?"
"I don't know how to do the shake you told me to do. Kind of hard, mind doing it? I'm really sorry Pa." he shyly said, rubbing the back of his neck.
The old man sighs and pats Brittany in the shoulder before leaving her alone. Since the guy had nothing better to do, he takes a seat on the stool his grandpa was currently on and gives Brittany a warm smile.
"hey"
"heey" Brittany slurs.
"I'm Kevin. I own the place but my grandpa helps me sometimes" he says, trying to start a conversation.
"Brittany. My parents suck" she spats out, causing Kevin to laugh. "Like really, they should be named the worst parents in the whole world!"
"Why so?"
"They want to sell my sister to a rich dude" Brittany didn't know why, but maybe it's because of the alcohol coursing through her that made the blonde share her feelings to the man. "They want to sell her…"
"Wow. Why would your parents do that?" he said, frowning.
"I don't know. They're just like that. This isn't the first time they sold their children. Counting my sister, they sold 5" Brittany hissed, not knowing why she would tell a stranger this.
"Well, I know how those 5 kids feel. My real parents left me in this orphanage when I was young"
"Really? Wow. This guy from the Coffee Bean store said the same thing you just said, what a coincidence!" Brittany laughed whilst hiccupping.
"Really? Well, that's really weird. Anyways, why aren't with your sister right now?" he curiously asked, leaning forward slowly.
"Because I feel bad for doing this to her. I tried everything I can, but… there really is nothing I can do about it" said Brittany, her eyes beginning to water once again.
Kevin sighs understandingly. "It's not your fault"
"It is. I'm the reason why we ran away from home and now my parents want her! If we didn't run away –"
"—both you and your sister would be sold to a filthy rich man" he completed. "You know, if you think about it, Right now. You're blaming yourself for running away, taking your sister and going someplace else. You're saying that maybe if you didn't run away, he wouldn't sell your sister but you know that's not true. Whether you run away or not, they'll come looking for you. If you haven't ran away from your bitch parents, your sister wouldn't be able to experience a good life. If you didn't run away, I bet your sister would be sad and miserable. So don't blame yourself"
Brittany gulps loudly and bites back a sob as Kevin continues to comfort her.
"Be proud of yourself. I don't know anything about you but I think, no… I believe you and your sister are happy as of right now. I believe she goes to school, and ….you too?"
Brittany giggles and shakes her head in disapproval. "I'm an adult. In my 20's. Work as a choreographer"
"Right. You work for her education then. So be happy you were able to give her a normal life. You did great and even if I just met you today I'm proud of you. I know this sounds weird coming from a stranger but believe me. You don't need to stop fighting, there's still hope. I bet your boyfriend or lover or whatever will also be there to support you."
Santana. Brittany thought. Oh how bad she felt right now for not talking with the Latina about their feelings.
"It may be hard to fix right now, but you can do it. You'll find a way. So get your sorry ass out from this bar and head over to your sister. I bet she needs you" he says, finishing it with a bright smile and making Brittany giggle whole-heartedly.
After a few sniffles from the blonde she stands up and leaves some dollars on the wooden table. "Thanks Kevin. Really, thank you. You're right, there is something I can do about this"
"Uhuh. And you don't have to rush. There's time. It's not like she's going to be taken away today is she?"
"No. In a few weeks she will."
"Then you have lots of time.'something good will always happens to those who do good' my grandpa always says to sad customers."
Brittany finally smiles her smile, making Santana's official 'November 1st Brittany never smiled' day ruined and lightly kisses Kevin in the cheek. "Thank you."
"You're welcome" and with that, Brittany hops in her car and drives as fast as she can.
"Kazey! Wait up" Santana shouted through the grade 3 hallways while chasing Kazey.
"Kazey!" Santana shouted once more, making Kazey finally stop at a dead end and slump down to her knees by the corner.
"Kazey…." The Latina panted, falling down on her butt and brushing Kazey's tear-stained cheeks with a frown. "What's wrong honey?"
"I want mommy. I want her here" she whines, cuddling closer to Santana. "I want her here with you Auntie San"
"Shh, shh… relax baby" Santana cooed, massaging her back and waiting for the younger girl to come down.
After a few more cries, Kazey finally eases down and pulls back from Santana's body. "Why isn't mommy here? Doesn't she love me anymore?"
Santana frowns and places a comforting hand on top of the young girl's head, rubbing it softly. "Of course she loves you Kaze. Why would she stop loving you? Britt even loves you more than herself and ducks combined"
"Really?" Kazey mumbled, scratching her nose with a balled fist. "Really Auntie San?"
Santana nods enthusiastically and starts to laugh. "Damn right it's t—shit. Don't tell your mom I cursed"
Kazey giggles at Santana's statement and wipes a tear away from the end of her eyelids while smiling wide. "Okay Auntie San. Thank you, I should go back right?"
"That's right! Go back and show those wimps whose boss" said the Latina, giving Kazey a prideful wink. "Oh, and I know exactly how to make things much better" Santana added, her hands searching somewhere inside her pocket.
Kazey was curious to what might the Latina be looking for inside her jeans when suddenly, Santana plucks out a two-piece swimsuit with a grin.
"Good thing you have a small body and I have big pockets or I wouldn't have been able to bring this!" chuckled Santana, wiggling the fabric in front of Kazey's now gleaming eyes.
"But I'm not allowed to wear two-piece. It might fall"
"Ha. It wont, and if anyone tries to stop you, I'm going to go all Lima Heights on them"
"But I might get disqualified"
"No, I don't think they will"
"What if parents think I got in because I wore this?"
"They cant think that way because it's their fault for not bringing a two-piece!"
"Where did you find my two-piece by the way?"
"When you were changing into your swim wear, I browsed through some of your clothes"
"What were you thinking when you got it?"
"What is this Kaze? 20 questions? Just wear this and lets go!"
It's as if time was running slow when both Kazey and Santana walked towards the swimming pool with their heads held up high. Santana was smirking wide while swaying her hips seductively, making some married men drool and married women gossip enviously. Her wavy hair bouncing gracefully and long eyelashes were showing off its beauty. Just to the right of the Latina, Kazey was even more beautiful and stunning than before, the boys and girls who used to bully her were now gaping at the young blonde in awe. Was this really the girl they tortured so much?
Kazey's straight and layered blonde hair was flowing back as the wind passed through her pale face. Her yellow polka dotted two-piece flashing brightly against the sun's rays. Her 6 years of playing and dancing with Brittany paid off as the young girl's legs were to die for. Kazey had a nice stomach and her skin was simply amazing.
None of the referees seemed to care about Kazey's sudden change of swim wear as they continued the try-outs without further or do.
Kazey couldn't lie though, she still wanted her Mom to be there, cheering for her but she couldn't bring Santana down. The Latina was screaming for her victory in the stands and she can't let that go to waste.
"Go Kazey!" Santana yelled at the top of her lungs whilst grinning wide.
"Can I sit here?" a familiar voice said from Santana's right ear.
The Latina knew that voice from anywhere. It was Brittany and it made her think this was all a hallucination because Brittany couldn't be here. She was supposed to be in an important meeting she missed Kazey's try-outs on.
"Well, Can I?" the voice asked again, making Santana finally turn around only to see the said blonde smiling warmly at her while holding a bouquet of red and white flowers.
"B-Britt?" Santana gasps, looking from Brittany's radiant blue eyes to the flowers in her hands. "What are you doing here?" Okay, so maybe Brittany did smile her smile on the 1st of November after all Santana added with a thought.
"To support Kay of course! So, is this seat taken or not?" giggled the blonde, causing Santana's heart to beat wildly. Her Brittany was finally back to normal.
"Y-Yeah. Go on." said Santana, gesturing for the blonde to sit down while scooting away a bit to give Brittany some space.
"These are for you too" Brittany beamed when she sat down, placing the bouquet on top of Santana's lap and giving the Latina a sloppy wet kiss on the cheek which made Santana all giddy inside.
"Thanks for bringing Kay" husked the blonde, giggling at Santana's reaction.
"N-No problem Britt"
"So, may I ask why Kay is wearing a two-piece on her try-outs?"
"Well, can I girl wear what she wants to wear?"
"True. Nice answer, oh. Can you help me do this too?"
Brittany reaches down from under the bench and plucks out a folded piece of hard paper. "Hold the other end while I hold the other" she ordered politely.
"What's this?" Santana asks as she follows the blonde's orders.
Brittany stands up and smiles. "Just a little something for Kay" she simply replies, opening the folded paper and cheering wildly. "GO KAZEY!"
Kazey's eyes widen once she heard her name being yelled from behind her. She turns around and gasps. Brittany was standing on the benches alongside Santana while holding a huge banner on top of their heads. It said "GO KAZEY, GO!" and it made most of the parents grunt annoyingly.
"You can do this!" screamed Brittany, jumping up and down excitedly.
"What happened?" Santana couldn't help but say, while staring at Brittany with such glee. "Why the sudden change of demeanor?"
"Let's just say a bottle of beer can really keep you going"
"I can't believe it! You totally rocked out there Kay!" Brittany ranted non-stop as all three of them enter the Pierce residence with a huge victory smiles on their faces.
"I can't believe I got in!" Kazey exclaimed, throwing her hands up in the air. "I'm in the competing team! I got the best time out of my batch!"
"That's right. You were awesome out there kiddo. It's sad though, the referee finally noticed you wearing a two-piece. He told you to change, and now you swam with an ugly swimsuit. I swear, school swimsuits suck Kaze" complained Santana, recalling what happened in the pool when Kazey was about to jump in.
"It's okay Auntie San. I really wanted to swim in a two-piece, but I wouldn't disobey the school if they asked me to change"
"Why are you such a goody-goody?" teased the Latina as she sticks her tongue out to Kazey, who pouts in response.
"Mommy! Auntie San is being mean to me"
"Hey! I said nothing mean!" defended Santana once she saw Kazey's smile after hearing this.
"Why don't both of you stop talking and being such critiques and celebrate with me by eating some ice cream?" the blonde concluded, bringing out a huge bucket of vanilla ice cream from the freezer with three spoons.
It's past 8 when Brittany carried Kazey to bed after watching TV. To celebrate Kazey's amazing swim on the try-outs, they all decided to watch a movie marathon. Kazey and Brittany, decided to watch Disney movies which didn't surprise the Latina as much.
"Sleep tight baby" Brittany whispered softly after placing a kiss on top of Kazey's forehead.
"You too mommy" Kazey yawned sleepily, pulling the blankets closer to her body with a satisfied sigh.
As Brittany closes the door to Kazey's room quietly, she could hear Santana talking to someone in the phone. The blonde was curious to who would call Santana this late, well, not so late at night that she carefully tiptoed towards the living room.
"Mhmm, yeah. I'm doing good. Yeah." Santana said and with a big, huge smile on her face. Brittany could tell she was having a very fun conversation.
"Who's that San?"
Santana looks up from her phone and notices Brittany hiding behind the walls like she was afraid of something.
"Britt, are you hiding?"
"Who is it?"
Santana rolls her eyes playfully at the adorable blonde and moves her phone away from her ear just a bit. "It's Puck. My old schoolmate. He's just asking how I was" she said, going back to her conversation and leaving Brittany frowning sadly.
She couldn't help but feel a little bit pained to see Santana talk to another person, who she didn't know, who was a GUY, in a very happy tone. She thought the Latina didn't have friends in New Jersey. But when Brittany thinks about it, she kind of deserved the aching feeling. Why? Because she never responded to Santana the whole day. They didn't say I love you to each other; they didn't even talk about their relationship. If she wants Santana to only concentrate on her since the jealousy was rising up, she needs to do something fast.
Not really having a plan, Brittany scoots slowly to Santana and snatches the phone away from her grasp, emitting a gasp from the Latina. "Britt!"
Ignoring Santana, Brittany puts the cell by her ears and pouts. "Sorry but Santana's busy. Call her later! Bye!" she said, hanging up right after.
"What was that all about?"
"I told him to call you later" Brittany simply replied, like it was the most obvious thing to say.
"I know you said that, but why?"
"Because…I haven't been giving you attention lately." Brittany said softly while walking closer and closer to Santana with a grin.
"Duh. You've been moping around all day and I don't know why"
"I know and I'm sorry it's just…"
The memory of Kazey being dragged away from Brittany eludes her mind as her plans on seducing the Latina was thrown out of the window. Even though Kevin comforted her, and told her it was going to be okay, Brittany still cant get it of her mind.
"Britt? What's wrong?" Santana asked with concern, noticing Brittany's eyes suddenly beginning to water. "Did I say something wrong? I'm sorry."
Brittany shakes her head and falls down on her knees. Who was she kidding on believing a stranger's words? There's nothing she can do. Kevin wasn't right. He was wrong; nothing can save the upcoming tragedy. Who was she kidding to still have faith?
Santana kneels down in front of the sad blonde and gently strokes her hair. "Shh, Britt…shh"
It was like déjà vu to Santana, comforting Brittany right now was like comforting Kazey a while ago and she didn't like it when two of her favorite people were sad on the same day. She needed to do something; all she needed to do is say something.
"Britt, tell me. I know you're hiding something and you can't keep it all to yourself"
Do I even love Kay anymore? Brittany thought. How could she love a person if she can't even save her? How uncanny it is to have both Brittany and Kazey think of that in one day.
Brittany needed an answer to a question she had rattling on her mind all day and the person she knew would answer her perfectly was no other than Santana, the woman she fell in love with.
"Santana… what is love?"
The question took the Latina by surprise as she began to think deeply for the perfect reply. What is love to Santana? Simple. Love is Brittany.
"Well, I'm not sure if this is right but honestly Britt, for me… Love is when I see you. Love is when I see you laugh and smile and talk. Love is when I hear your voice and hold your hands. And, I know I sound really sappy right now but it's the truth. When I think of love Britt…." A blush deepens in the Latina's skin as she was about to say something she thought, would never say. "I think of you"
Brittany's eyes were wide and she could feel her heart beating. She wasn't expecting that kind of answer but either way, she felt like the happiest woman on earth. Santana really did love Brittany unconditionally and the blonde wanted to say the same thing.
"Why do you ask?"
She didn't know what to say. Should Brittany tell her everything? About Kazey being sold to a man? About her parents? And her unknown siblings scattered around the world?
"Britt? You can tell me anything"
She knows that. Brittany knows Santana would be the only person she'll open up to. How badly she wants to tell Santana everything but she couldn't do it. By telling Santana would only make matters worse. Brittany needs to fix this problem by herself.
"Nothing's wrong. I was just… being melodramatic. Good night Santana"
Brittany felt bad and sore. Just that? She wasn't going to tell Santana how much she loves her too? No good bye kiss? Nothing?
Santana's throat was dry when she watches Brittany idly walking towards her room with her shoulders slumped down. She finally thought the blonde would reach out to her and tell her what's wrong. Why couldn't Brittany have the guts to tell her?
"You can tell me"
[to be continued]
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