Chapter 4
Disclaimer: I do not own glee
Santana POV
"So Santana this is our third week together. Fifth teen whole days and you haven't been in one fight. I'm proud of you." Santana smiled and looked away, "so san let do our end routine and have a little q and a." when we first started these sessions, I really didn't want to talk, sure she was beautiful but that didn't mean I wanted to spill my guts to her. She said we needed to get to know each other so we would have q and a at the end of every session. I found out a lot about her. She was married to her high school sweetheart. She had two kids but she seemed young to have two already, but who was I to judge. She seemed happy when she talked about her kids, but never really talked about her husband. Sometimes she seemed, almost sad. I hated when she frowned, I made it my personal mission to keep her smiling. My birthday passed two days ago. My parents didn't do shit about it, I was turning eighteen. I guess they didn't see it as a big idea. I came to school with a mission to hit the first person who got in my way. As if she was listening to me Brittany was the first person I ran into. She was in a hurry and excused herself, but before she could get too far she came back and handed me a card. When I opened it, it was a birthday card wishing me many more years and her number if I felt I ever needed any help. I left home early and went to the park that day. I cried, I never felt so loved. I came back to school in time just for my session. I never used the number but, today I had a plan, I was going to ask her out to a friendly dinner. It should be fine, I'm technically an adult and she isn't technically a teacher and I'm not her student.
"So san, do you want to start or should I?" "You can start." "Ok, so what is your favorite memory from your childhood?" "I don't have a favorite memory." "Come on san you have to have a favorite memory of something." "I don't, I didn't have any friends because I was house schooled until I hit high school, and I didn't spend a lot of time with my parents cause they were always busy." Brittany shook her head, and then pointed to me, "your turn, ask me anything." I gulped, this was it. "Do you still love your husband?" Brittany looked like a deer caught in headlights. "San, I don't think that an appreciate question." "I think it is. You said I can ask anything I want. So I am asking you, do you still love your husband?" "San please…" tears begin to shine in her eyes, I didn't want to make her cry but I had to get my point across. I needed her to know that she deserved to be happy. "Fine, here is another question; are you happy in your marriage?" Brittany looked away, and I knew I had her. I got up, and walked over towards where she was sitting, and kneeled down. "Britt Britt..." she looked up at the mention of her nickname. Tears begin to slide down her face, and I wiped them away with my thumb. "I wasn't trying to make you cry. I just notice how unhappy you are sometimes. You spend an hour a day, sometimes longer trying to make sure I'm happy. I just want to return the favor." She looked into my eyes while I was lost in hers. I wanted to kiss her so bad. I just wanted to kiss her, tell her everything would be okay, and take care of her forever. I was graduating in two months' time. "Go out with me Britt; let me take you out tonight. For dinner. Show you a good time out." Brittany pulled away and looked around, "san, that's not allowed we could get in a lot of trouble." She didn't say no because she didn't want to go with me so that's a plus on my side. "Come on Britt you're not really my teacher and I'm not your student. I promise we will have fun. I'll even take you to the pond to see the ducks; I know how much you like the ducks." Brittany bit her bottom lip. I knew she wanted to go out, I felt like we were connecting these pass three weeks and one of us needed to act on these feelings. "Is this going to be like a date?" I smiled, "only if you want it to be a date. We can just go out as friends if you like or no label at all. We can just go out and it will be whatever." Brittany rolled her eyes and smirked at Santana. "Fine I will go out with you, but this isn't a date, we don't tell anyone, and since you're an adult and asked me out I expect you to pick me up." She smiled at the end of her rant and I smiled back. "Okay, I will pick you up tonight, at eight o clock." Brittany kissed my cheek before opening her office door and leaving. This was going to be the best night ever.
I slept through the whole plane ride home. The nurse had given me some medicine for my pain. The plane loaded us up early morning, around five. Puck came to see me and Quinn off. He gave Quinn a kiss on her forehead. He gave me a hug, "watch over yourself and Quinn. Try and video chat me when you can." I hugged him tighter and nodded my head. When I let him go he looked at me and smirked. I was going to miss this idiot. When we got on the plane I set down next to Quinn. She looked exhausted; she leaned her head on the window and told me to wake her when we got there. I pulled out my wallet and looked at an old picture of me and Brittany. We looked so happy. We took pictures at a little photo booth at the park on our first date. I miss her, so much.
Ten god forsaken hours later between plane, bus, boat and another bus we ended up at BWI airport. Quinn's family was there to collect Quinn and her brother. I asked if she needed me to come with her, I knew her and her family didn't agree that much. She said she would be fine so I told her I would call her later. I caught a cab to my parents' house. I dint really know where I should go but I figured it might be right to visit them first. I haven't talked to them since I left. When we pulled up, I didn't see any cars and the house looked empty. I didn't even know if they lived there anymore. I haven't talked to them in years. I wanted to see Brittany so bad, what I had to loose. I decided to walk to her house. It was only a twenty minute walk.
I didn't know what I was doing. I didn't even know if she even still lived there. I had to see her though. I just have to see her. I walked up to the door and knocked. A boy answered the door; he had to be around thirteen our fourteen. This had to be little Sam, Brittany's son. I haven't seen him in year, since he was eight years old. He looked at me confused, "can I help you?" I snapped out of my daydream, words caught in my throat. "Um… yeah is Brittany home." Before he could answer an older women walked behind him. Seventeen year old Rachel, I knew she would remember me. "Ms. Santana!" she jumped in my arms and I smiled, it was nice to see someone familiar. Sam turned his head towards the house, "mom, Rachel's jumping on strange women."
Brittany walked to the door, "Sam what are you talking about? Who's at the…." She stopped in her tracks when she saw me and pulled her hands up to her mouth. I could see the tear start to brew at the corner of her eyes. She was still beautiful, more beautiful then I remember. The year has done nothing but mature her body more and more. Those eyes, something that I would never forget about. I gently placed Rachel down then walked over to Brittany. I reached out to wipe her tears away, but I man walked from the back of the house towards us. I retracted my hand and looked at the man. Brittany turned from me and looked to see what I was looking at. I only saw her husband once, but his eyes still look the same cold. I stepped away from Brittany and eyed him up and down, Finn Hudson, the one thing that kept me and her apart.
Finn came from behind Brittany and walked in between us. "Well what do we have here, an original G.I. Jane. What are you doing here?" I looked at Brittany then back at Finn, Brittany spoke up before I had time to reply, "I think it's time for you to leave Finn, you have all of your stuff." I noticed suitcases by the door. Does he not live here anymore? Finn rolled his eyes then brought them back up to me. "I'm going to ask you again soldier, what the hell are you doing in my house." I clenched my teeth and balled my fist. Finn stepped in my face, "get the hell out of my house." Brittany yelled, "You don't live here anymore." That was all I needed to hear. After that everything happened to fast. Finn turned and pushed Brittany further in the house. Sam ran to Rachel, I slammed all my body weight into Finn forcing him into the wall and unto the floor.
We were rolling around on the floor throwing punches. Apparently he had no pride when it came to never putting your hands on women so I was going to show him who he was fucking with. I slammed my fist into his jaw. He kicked me in my back where it was freshly patched up. I screamed and turned on my stomach to ease the pain that shot through me. He got up to stomp me and when I rolled over I pulled out my weapon. Finn froze in his tracks. I got up with my gun facing him. Finn put up his hands and begins to back up. I walked closer but Brittany ran in between us. "Santana please don't." Rachel ran beside her mother, "no mom, he deserves whatever is coming to him and then some." Finn grabs Rachel's arm and pushes her against a wall. I push pass Brittany holding the gun to his forehead, forcing him to the wall.
I glared at him, ready to fire. Why should I care whether he lives or dies? If he was out of the picture, then I wouldn't have to worry about him being in the picture. I looked at my reflection in the mirror by Finn. I didn't look like myself. I didn't even sound like myself in my own head, did war really change me that much. I lowered my gun. He tried to step up again, but Brittany stepped up, "please Finn just leaves." Finn looked at me then Brittany. He grunted, forced a kiss on Britt, and then rushed out with his things slamming the door behind him. The kiss may have been forced, but those were my lips. Brittany was helping Rachel up, Rachel snapped away from her mother, "you let him go mom, you always let him get away with whatever, because you care to damn much. Sam who was quiet the whole time walked downstairs towards the basement. It was just me and Brittany.
A/N: O yea so brittany is finally in the picture and as you can see i do not like finn. next chapter we will see more of the relationship that is brittana. quinn also comes back with us next chapter and she gets into a whole lot of mess. like always review. and let me know what it is you want to see.