''Are you ready for the next chapter?''

Santana looked at Brittany as she turned over the page. She noticed how proud Brittany was while reading. She just couldn't stop staring at her face. It was like Brittany was actually talking to her and she could actually remember what Brittany talked about. Damn, I hated those guys from Jersey.

''You don't think this is weird?'' Brittany asked.

''Not at all. I actually really like it. It makes me feel good and it's Christmas - the best time to remember things from the past. And I love the way you tell the story; I love to see it from a different way than mine.'' Santana smiled.

''I really love it, Britt.'' Santana said eventually. ''Please continue.''

Brittany started reading.

''Okay, this may be a little bit of a long chapter, but I really wanna tell it. And I maybe do switch a little from being little kids and being teenagers but that's how I wrote it.'' She chuckled. ''This is Chapter Two. My Place.''

She took a sip of her hot choco quickly before she continued.

''When we went to High School, we spent most days at my house after school. We told each other everything. I remember the day before we went to High School together. We searched through my closet to find appropriate clothes for school.I didn't really have cool clothes; most of them were childish and not really for High School. Santana had grabbed one of the most silly shirts I owned; one with weird prints from this cartoon or something in it. She asked me to grab some needles and some other stuff. She had also brought her bag with all these products to pimp up clothes.''

Brittany took a deep breath and smiled. She quickly made eye contact with Santana.

''Without asking she started cutting in the shirt. At first I wanted to yell at her because she had cut in my brand new shirt.'' They both laughed. ''But somewhere in my brain told me not to. Something told me she was doing this to make me feel comfortable on my first day. I was still a little kid though, because when she left, I told her 'Thanks for cutting in my t-shirt.' but after all I am glad she did it. People actually told me they liked it and she had done some cool things with it.'' Brittany flipped over a page.

''Anyways, my room was one of the most places we were after school. We did the most silly stuff; sing songs, dance, practice for the Cheerios, bake and all those girly stuff. My favourite time was the singing because we usually would sing duets or we would sing for each other. When she sang - Wow - she sang like a bird. It always got me chills when she sang. She would prefer to sing songs from Grease or songs such like Ironic or I'm Yours or songs like that.

She would give me some singing advice but I usually screwed up because I had to sing for her. I forgot the lyrics, I didn't sing the right tone, you know that kind of stuff. The thing I most adored was the fact she didn't care; she didn't care if I screw up. If I got so nervous she would sing with me to make me more comfortable. Or we would do something else so I wouldn't feel awkward. She never made me feel awkward because she always wanted to make me feel good.''

Brittany swallowed hard.

''I have a lot of great memories from being there with her but it wasn't always like that. Sometimes I hated the times Quinn joined us. It is not like I don't like Quinn, she is the most amazing thing in the world. She really is, she sings like an angel and she is really pretty. The fact was that every time Quinn and Santana were together, I felt Quinn changing San. San wasn't the same with Quinn with us and without Quinn.

It was such a big difference. Quinn snapped a lot to Santana and me but Santana would always snap back, which I couldn't. Quinn and Santana would laugh if I didn't understand something, but I saw in Santana's eyes she didn't mean it that way. Santana cared much about her popularity.'' Brittany didn't want to look at Santana because she was scared.

''And I loved that about her. She knew what she wanted and she knew which price she had to pay for it. I just wished she would sometimes stood up for me when Quinn was there but she didn't because Quinn and Santana always competed against each other. Sometimes I wished Santana would have helped me stand up for myself because I couldn't compete against Quinn. It hurt sometimes.'' Santana could see a tear coming from Brittany's eyes.

''When Quinn would leave, Santana stayed with me for a while. She hugged me and she told me she was sorry. I never told her how much she had hurt me because I was scared. I was scared that someone who made me feel so good would go away because I told them their imperfections.''

Brittany sighed. ''Santana and I would watch series and movies to make me forget about what happened. We would hold hands or eat the cookies Sue forbid us to eat. We would prank call people and we had a great time but somehow I was never really able to forget the times before that.''

Brittany took a sip from her drink and quickly looked at Santana's direction. Santana's smile had gone with the wind and her eyes were telling Brittany that she was sorry.

''One time she did something I would never forget. She gave me a little booklet in which I should write everything down which hurt me and she told me it would make me feel better. So I did. Memories like these I wrote down in there, because I needed to get it off my chest. Those words were the words I was never able to tell.''

Brittany took a deep breath. ''Well, not the words I was never able to tell, most of the times the emotions I was never able to tell. The times she had hurt me but sometimes I didn't. You know, love is a weird thing. Even tho I hated the fact what she did, she would always love me with so much passion, the way no one loved me. The good things always overpowered the bad things. And maybe I sound silly because I wrote down the bad things of her in a booklet which is made for the good things, but it was actually a good thing. Good overpowered the bad. It felt okay because no one is perfect.''

She flipped over a page.

''No one is perfect and you shouldn't judge a person only on his or hers bad actions. You should deserve the person to give them at least an opportunity to show you their real selves. It doesn't matter where this person comes from or what their sexual preference is or the way they talk. Of course, this does play a role on how this person reacts because Santana usually had this bad behaviour because she couldn't express who she really was. But just like I did, I gave her time. I gave her time to show me the real her. The real Santana. The Santana who ca-cares.'' Brittany's voice broke.

''The Santana that showed me to love myself. The girl who told me it was okay to not know everything.''

Her eyes became blurry but she had to continue reading. ''Sometimes I wish I could have told her-''

She wanted to finish the sentence when a phone rang. It was hers. Brittany closed her book and walked to the phone. ''I'm sorry, I have to get this one.''

''I wish she could have told me what she wanted to tell me.'' Santana muttered to herself.

''You're speaking with Brittany Pierce.'' Brittany said.

''Brittany? You're speaking with your dad.'' A male voice said.

''Dad? Something wrong?'' Brittany asked.

''Where are you?'' He asked.

''I'm at Santana's, dad.'' She said slowly. She turned around to look at Santana. She didn't know what was going on.

''So you are telling me you would rather spend Christmas with a friend than with your family?'' She could hear the angry tone in his voice. She could also hear her mom, trying to make her dad stop.

''Look, dad, I need some time, okay?'' She whispered.

''I'm sorry, dad. I made you gifts, they are underneath the Christmas Tree. I need to be with Santana tonight. I love you. You and mum need some time alone and I am with a legally adult and she will make sure I am okay. I actually have a feeling of peace in my body since Sofia died. You need to let me have this moment, dad.'' She ended the call and turned off the sound of her phone.

''You meant that?'' Santana asked.

''I meant what?''

''Do you feel in peace?''

She shrugged. ''I think so, yes. I have never felt so.. okay. So normal. I always felt so sad and since I came through the door I felt this feeling of being in peace. Of being.. home in a place which is actually home.''

''I'm glad.'' Santana smiled nicely. Brittany smiled and sat down next to her. She dropped her head on Santana's shoulder.

''Can we just stay for this for a moment?'' Brittany whispered.

''Sure, Britt.''

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Question for the readers; What do you think Brittany wished she could have told Santana?