Brittany sits in her old room on her old bed. It's pretty much the same except for the few one pound and five pound weights on the floor that her mother uses to workout with. Spread across her bed are pictures, notes that have been opened and re-opened so many times that they fall open with a flick of the wrist. Her McKinley High thunderclap sits among the other teenage treasures, bookmarked to pages filled with images and messages from her friends, favorite teachers and of course, Santana.
There are a pile of notes, written on graph paper from Math class, plain white paper from computer class and regular loose leaf paper from a binder. They are all from Santana. Some are filled with inside jokes and silly things that had happened through her day. There is even some where Santana dances around her feelings or tries to give a perfectly good explanation to their 'relationship'. Then there are the ones Brittany has put off to the side, separating them away from the rest of the clutter on her bed.
These notes are covered in doodles of their names together in squiggly writing and hearts all over the page. In the margins there are cute little things they said to one another in private. A few of the papers are apologies after fights. As she read through those, she wished that it was one of those petty fights they were having now. The ones where there's really no wrong and no right, but just frustration or hormones. She'd even settle for the kind of jealousy that occurs in high school, during those teen years where jealousy comes and goes like the wind.
She rests her chin in her hand and lets out a sigh. She wonders how many notes and letters Santana had gathered over the years with her apologizing profusely. The only time Brittany can remember ever really apologizing for something serious was freshman year of college after the Jason saga. Sure, she's certain other apologies that she has made over the years. But, she wonders if 'I'm sorry' has come from Santana more often than not.
Brittany's not a demanding person. She's not judgmental or cruel. Not saying that Santana is, but she definitely has her moments. Brittany isn't needy or clingy. Until a few months ago, she'd never been much of a jealous person either. Not to a serious extent anyhow. Actually, other than being a very sensitive person, Brittany doesn't want much of anything other than happiness. Not just happiness for herself, but for others as well and especially those she cares about.
She had always felt satisfaction in the fact that she was able to provide that happiness for Santana and that in turn, she had found it herself. Maybe that was a bit selfish, but it happened to come from a selfless act, so she felt okay about it.
But, now, staring down at these notes from their past she feels horrible. Her sister is right. She'd been taking advantage of the relationship she and Santana had been building over the years. They both had. It was the love, the blinding and so powerful love that had brought them together in the first place, that had taken the backseat in their relationship. Instead of being at the forefront, their passion and love and desire for one another, not just physically, had somehow gotten lost among the problems and the classes and the day to day of living together.
Brittany wonders how many times Santana had wanted an apology for something she had done, regardless if she'd realized she had done something semi wrong. Even if it had been something as small as forgetting to pick up her dry cleaning or embarrassing her in front of their families. There had been so many times that Brittany can remember Santana saying 'I'm sorry' until she was blue in the face for anything and everything that made her pout. Somewhere down the line, a normally two way street became a one way and Brittany had been too blind to realize.
Santana was always better with words though. It's no wonder she is practically sitting in a sea of scribbles and scrabbles from the girl who stole her heart. It's kind of funny, Brittany thinks. Santana makes speaking seem so effortless, yet when it comes to feelings she dances around the words to express those feelings until they come bursting out. And they are always beautiful words.
Then there's Brittany. She always knows how she feels. Most of the time. Only, the words don't fall from her lips or from a pen as flawlessly. It's easier for her to express herself through touch or a look. Feelings are easier expressed for Brittany by explaining it in a different way than other people might explain things. She uses her imagination rather than something completely tangible. Because, to Brittany, feelings aren't things that are right there to reach out and grab a hold of. Feelings are more complex than that and Brittany understands this. Her conversation with her older sister makes her realize that she has somehow forgotten how obtuse feelings can be.
She reaches out and grabs a hold of a familiar picture. It's actually a photo that she and Santana have on one of the bedside tables in their apartment in New York. It's one of those 'everyday' pictures. They'd been sitting inside all day because it was too hot outside and they had been playing around with Santana's new camera. She remembers it was their last week off before Cheerio practice started up again.
Brittany had her back against the couch with Santana sitting in front of her between her legs, holding the camera out in front of them. They had already taken a million and one photos of them kissing each other on the lips, cheeks and tips of their noses.
But, this one, this one was an accidental beauty. They had been spitting back silly little jokes and Brittany was poking at Santana's sides to get her laughing face in one of the pictures. She'd finally stopped poking at her and Santana finally stopped doing her 'gangsta face'. Santana asked if she was making a cheesy smile or something goofy and she'd turned her head to look at Brittany. Just as she did that, their eyes met and the flash went off.
Brittany smiles at the memory and of the picture of the two of them looking at one another and smiling softly. After the flash had gone off, Santana dropped the camera into her lap and pressed her lips to Brittany's. It was a sweet, chaste and delicious kiss.
She misses those moments. But those tiny, seemingly insignificant seconds are breathtaking nonetheless. Sometimes, it's the little things that make all the difference.
Santana walks into the living room and realizes how messy she's let things get. Normally, the shoes she leaves in front of the door after work get kicked under the table by Brittany. Her Nelson's check book she sets on the coffee table gets set down onto the island table where she keeps her phone charger by Brittany. And all of the other little things she leaves lying around get put away or cleaned up by Brittany. Sure, she knows she's a bit of a messy person, but she's only reminded of Brittany's absence seeing all of the things she's left strewn around the apartment.
With a sigh, she goes into the living room and grabs the two coffee cups the table has collected in the past two days. On the way to the kitchen, she walks around the back of the couch and kicks her work shoes under the table then with her free hand fixes the throw blanket that hangs on the back of the couch.
She glances up at the top of the refrigerator and groans because she remembers the cereal box up there is empty. She'd finished it three days ago. So, not only does she have to figure something else out for breakfast slash early lunch, but she really is too lazy sometimes. Her mother used to yell at her for putting back empty boxes, jars and other kinds of food containers that had nothing left. One time, Brittany had caught her putting back an empty jar of peanut butter into the cabinet at her mother's house. She supposes that she'd saved her from the wrath of Anita Lopez.
But that memory only serves to bring her back to the now and how Brittany is not around right now to make a comment about how Mrs. Lopez would have a fit about that cereal box. Then she would save the day by strutting to the cupboard in the hall and return with a new box of cereal, instantly fixing the situation and making Santana feel less like an ass.
After putting the coffee cups into the dishwasher she is reminded that she is out of dishwasher soap and comes to the conclusion that she should probably go shopping soon. She pulls a pen from the drawer and moves to the fridge where there hangs a notepad for grocery lists. Putting the tip of the pen to the floral paper, her eyes flicker to the left where a calendar hangs beside it. Her eyes widen for a moment, not in surprise but in disbelief at how time has really gone by.
Santana hadn't taken much notice, but her calendar is a full month behind and so she puts the pen in her mouth to flip to the next month. But, before she can fully do so, something catches her eye. There is a special day marked off with a tiny, red heart drawn in the corner. Her hand instantly comes up to slap herself on the forehead and she curses herself through the pen in her mouth.
"Ugh." She forgoes changing the month because not only has her own turmoil taken her out of the existence of ongoing time. But, it has made her forget something so very important. "I'm such a shit."
"So, I talked to Rachel last week." Kurt says, taking the spot beside Brittany on the couch in the Pierce living room. She looks over at him, but he's keeping his eyes on the re-run of Project Runway that's on television. "She and Quinn made up." He explains vaguely, finally pulling his attention from the screen and over to his gal pal. She offers a sympathetic smile in reference to their friends' relationship recent problems. But, on the same note, it only reminds her of her own so she looks back at the television.
"I haven't talked to either of them in a while." Brittany admits quietly. She feels real bad that she has had made practically zero effort in keeping in touch with them since she left New York. It's not that she doesn't want to or doesn't care; it's just that she's afraid to hear about Santana.
The last time she spoke to Quinn on the phone, she'd made the mistake of asking about Santana. It wasn't so much a mistake really, she wanted to know. But, at the same time, she didn't want to know if she was fine or if she was in as bad of shape as she was. Quinn side stepped the question and Brittany never actually got an answer. So, she reasoned, it'd be better not to call them because then she wouldn't feel inclined to ask. It's silly and childish, sure, but for right now it worked for her.
"Well," Kurt clears his throat and crosses his legs at the knee. "Apparently, Rachel and Santana went out for lunch and they kind of sort everything out." He explains, but this only confuses Brittany. She hadn't been aware of tension between those two. Well, anything different than when she was around. "Actually," He chuckles. "Rachel spent the entire lunch apologizing to Santana." Brittany raises her eyebrows in surprise and turns her attention back to Kurt.
"Yeah right." She breathes out in a chuckle. "What the hell has been happening over there?" Brittany asks curiously, but her smile soon fades when she remembers that she isn't in New York to see any of this going on. Kurt sends his friend an apologetic smile for bringing any of this up, but he also knows that he would want to know things if he were in her shoes.
"You know how Santana and Quinn are." He shrugs his shoulders and picks some lint off of his pants. "When one is in trouble, the other drops everything." He quirks an eyebrow in her direction. She knows this and she nods in understanding.
It's funny because Brittany never really thought much of it. She liked the fact that Santana and Quinn had their own little world, but she knew that Rachel had a problem with it sometimes. Rachel always wants to be the one and only person Quinn talks to about things. Most times, Brittany can't quite understand the problem. But, then there are some times when she can see Rachel's point of view. Partners are partners for a reason. They're best friends and tell each other everything. Brittany never had trust issues when it came to Quinn and Santana's relationship. She wonders if it's the trust that Rachel has mixed feelings about.
"I don't think it's like that." Brittany muses after a few moments. "I mean, yeah, they are always there for each other. But," She shrugs her shoulders and tucks her feet under her in one swift movement. "I think they both keep a good line between that relationship and their relationship with Rachel and…" She catches herself before she can finish. She was about to refer to her and Santana as still being in a relationship and the fact of the matter is, she isn't quite sure where it is that they stand. Instead of letting awkward silence hover over them for too long, Brittany clears her throat and changes the channel. "You know how Rachel is." She waves her hand that holds the remote.
Kurt does know how Rachel is, so he just nods his head and watches the channels flash by. He realizes that Brittany is right. With Santana and Brittany, the lines between their relationship and their friendships were never blurred or moved. There were times for friends and times to be there for them. But, regardless of the needs of their friends, their relationship was never compromised. Of course, until the last events that had happened, but that's a random glitch in the system.
From what Brittany knows, or rather from what Kurt has told her, is that Rachel has been having a hard time dealing with Santana. With everything that has happened between Brittany and Santana, she's been having to take away from her own time and her time with Quinn to keep Santana company. Of course Brittany feels grateful, though she wished she had those friends with her right now as well even if she does have Kurt by her side.
According to Kurt, Rachel has been having bouts with her own green eyed monster that comes in form of one Santana Lopez. She's been feeling as though the Brittany-Santana problems are infiltrating her own relationship with her own girlfriend. Of course that is kind of ridiculous. Even Brittany thinks so. But, then again Rachel is Rachel, and the world should turn and stop at her beckoning. So, she is not at all surprised that even with her friends in heartache, she can somehow manage to make it all about her.
She wonders if things between her friends, Quinn and Rachel, would still be out of whack if she and Santana weren't in some strange limbo. Of course they would be. Rachel always has something to complain about. But, for some reasons she can't quite explain, those little quirks are kind of the things Brittany likes about Rachel. It's kind of humorous because those are the very things that annoy Santana about Rachel.
Brittany sucks in her lips as she contemplates the relationships that have been created over the years between the five friends. When they were alone in their apartment they would sometimes analyze how odd their tight knit group was. It was Santana who pointed out that Rachel gave her and Quinn a hard time for their nights out or their little inside jokes. Rachel just couldn't understand that before she and Quinn came to be, that it was Santana, Brittany and Quinn.
It was such a wonderful feeling of understanding in her own romantic relationship. Knowing that, though their friendships were held high in their hearts it was each other who were of most importance, or priority really. Maybe that sounds selfish, but it was the truth. It's only now, that she feels as if she had forgotten hat trust along the way. Forgotten that meaningful and unspoken promise they made to one another day in and day out. Sure, there were things that pushed her to the edge. But, at the end of the day, she should have come back to that confidence they had always had in one another.
Santana couldn't believe herself. Had she really been so wrapped up in her own miserable life that she just forgot? But, how could she forget? That day had been practically etched into her mind the first time it had ever become important for her friend. Now, one month late she walks towards the familiar apartment door, flowers in hand.
They were always the same kind, a bouquet of wild flowers from the small shop down the block from this very apartment building. She had originally picked this kind because it reminded her of a specific holiday. Nervously, she knocks on the door and waits for a specific person to answer.
"Santana?" Quinn says in confusion when she finds her best friend in her hallway. But, before Santana can say a word, she holds out the small bouquet and an apologetic smile.
"I hate saying I forgot, because that much is obvious." She watches Quinn's eyes flicker to the flowers and the way her hand reaches out to grab them. The blonde offers the beautiful floral arrangement a tight lipped smile before lifting her eyes to send the look to the girl in front of her. "I'm so sorry." Santana says with a frown and shoves her hands into the pockets of her jacket.
Quinn lifts her fingers and plays delicately with the petals of the yellow flower in front of her. She half smiles and nods. When Santana had forgotten, she understood. There were so many things going on in her own life, it didn't surprise her much that something that happened so many years ago would be put aside in a box in a corner. Not that it didn't hurt, because of course it did. It's kind of why Rachel had been giving Santana so much shit.
"It's okay." Quinn assures her, reaching out to set a gentle, friendly hand on Santana's shoulder and squeezes it. She tries to smile gratefully, but she just shakes her head.
"No, it's not though." Santana replies. "You've been such an amazing friend to me through all of this shit." She explains, referring to her relationship problems. "And your awesomeness only shines a bright ass light on how much I suck." She gnaws on her bottom lip, watching the way Quinn is admiring the flowers.
"She's six this year." Quinn comments. The corners of Santana's mouth turn upside down for a brief moment, but she manages a gentle smile just as Quinn lifts her eyes to look at her.
"Yeah." Santana says in a soft voice and nods.
"Come in." Quinn waves her in and walks towards the kitchen to go put her flowers in a vase.
"So," Santana starts as she closes the door behind her. "Did Shelby send you a picture?" She hesitantly asks. Quinn falls quiet for a moment as she sets the vase in the center of the kitchen table after filling it with water and the flowers.
"Let me go get it." She finally falls out of her quiet stupor and flits down the hall to retrieve said picture. In a few short seconds, Quinn returns with an envelope in her hands a sweet smile on her face. "She sent me a few." She explains and offers the envelope to Santana.
She opens the envelope carefully, seeing that there are indeed a small stack of pictures inside. Santana grins from ear to ear as she takes a look at each one for a minute or two. She can't believe that there is a little Quinn out in the world. Sometimes, she forgets that there is this tiny person living among them. It's kind of easy to do considering that little person isn't around to remind them.
"She has Puck's mouth." Santana comments and turns the picture she's looking at and points to Beth's lips. Quinn playfully rolls her eyes and nods.
"If Shelby's lucky, that's all she'll get from him." Quinn says and they both let out a giggle. "Nah, he's actually not so bad." She adds as an afterthought when Santana goes back to the pictures in her hands.
"Have you been drinking wine coolers again?" Santana jokes, getting an unimpressed look from Quinn at her horrible attempt at a joke. "Too soon?" She winks as she flips to the next photo.
"I never told you this," Quinn starts after a few moments of silence and Santana looks up at her. "Mostly because I appreciate the effort you put in on that day. It's special." They nod knowingly at one another. "But, Puck and I have kept in touch." To say Santana is shocked wouldn't be the right word really. "We e-mail or call one another on Mother's Day and Father's Day. It just kind of became a thing." She shrugs. "And I haven't told Rachel either." She shakes her head and glances down at their kitchen table for a moment. "Sometimes I feel like she doesn't understand."
"But, if anyone should, it should be Rachel." Santana interrupts and takes a step towards the kitchen table separating her from Quinn. "She's the product of the same circumstance." She explains. Quinn nods, because she thought that too at one point.
"She doesn't understand my side." She quirks an eyebrow and shakes her head.
"I guess that's to be expected. I mean, it is Rachel Berry after all." Santana jokes and Quinn just nods knowingly.
"Also," Quinn chimes in after a beat. "I've decided that," She looks down at her hands resting on the chair. "I just can't anymore." She tilts her head and glances over at Santana how is looking back at her over the photographs. "I love seeing her beautiful face." She shrugs her shoulders and smiles sadly. "She's getting so big, but, I just can't." Quinn shakes her head and sniffles. "I figured it would be easier on everyone, so, I asked Shelby to not send me pictures or updates." A tear falls down her cheek but she is quick to wipe it away. "Not just because it's hard, but, what happens when she gets older?" She asks herself more than she's asking Santana. "It's only going to get harder and harder to be okay. Ya know?" She blinks away other offending tears and clears her throat.
"Yeah." Santana croaks out and places the pictures back into the envelope, setting it down onto the table. She stands there awkwardly in the silence that has swept over them. She watches the way Quinn sniffles some more and straightens herself up, wanting to get rid of these overwhelming feelings. "How 'bout we watch some bad movies tonight?" She offers with a small smile. Quinn nods and wipes some more stray tears from her face.
"I'd like that." She smiles through her sadness that is oddly laced with a relieved happiness. "I'll pick up the snacks after work." They grin at one another and finally move by the small kitchen table to go in for a long awaited hug.
Finally, after spending all day cleaning, Santana is putting away the last of her crap away. She can't believe how much stuff she actually leaves just lying around and promises herself to try and change her messy ways. She picks up the movies she'd gotten from the Red Box by the shop downtown and gives them one last look over. She's pretty confident that they are going to have an awesome bad movie night and she seriously can't wait to get in on those goodies Quinn promised to bring over. There's nothing like having an inside night when it's all rainy and cold outside.
A little chill runs through her body at the memory of an hour ago when she braved the little storm outside just for some movies. A small price to pay for being a forgetful friend. But, eve doing something nice doesn't help warm up her bones so she moseys her way on over to the guestroom to grab her cozy zip up hoodie.
As she zips it up, she realizes there is something in the pocket seeing as it hits against her hip. Slipping her hand inside the pocket, she instantly knows what it is just by the feeling. Her heart clenches in her chest when the object comes into view. She chews on her bottom lip as she twists the box around in her hands. She's been keeping this box close by as a reminder of things she needs to do and the things she's done. When she hears the door to her apartment open, she shoves the box back into her pocket as if it brings her closer to Brittany.
"Hey girl hey." Quinn announces as she closes the door.
"Yo." Santana calls out, turning the corner of the hallway and into the living room. She stares at Quinn as her friend's face changes into awe and disbelief. Her hazel eyes scan the living room and then fall onto the room behind Santana, the kitchen.
"What the hell happened in here?" She asks in curiosity.
"I cleaned."
"What?" Quinn shoots her a confused look.
"I clean." She defends and Quinn tries to stifle her laughter.
"You make messes." Quinn points out and places her bag and umbrella on the side table. "Brittany cleans up." Neither of them says anything for a few, but long seconds, realizing the double meaning behind those words. Quinn clears her throat and adjusts the positioning of her bag. "So, you come up with a plan yet S?" Quinn interrupts her silence and Santana looks up forgetting she isn't alone.
Santana purses her lips and tilts her head down towards the coffee table where she's put the movies. She's not really looking at them, but is simply staring at them while she thinks. Out of habit, she jams her hands into the pockets of her hoodie and instantly hits the contents of one of them.
Without answering her, Santana pulls one of her hands from the pocket of her hoodie and tosses a small box to Quinn who was not prepared, but catches it after fumbling it a little. After Santana is certain her friend caught it she turns towards the kitchen and opens the refrigerator. Quinn inspects the closed box and looks from it to Santana in confusion before she finally opens it up. She undoes the clasp that is keeping it closed and flips it open just enough to see the contents getting a glare from the fixed lights in the apartment ceiling.
Her nose scrunches, her eyes narrow, shutting the top quickly then stares at it closed for a second. But then opens it again and her eyes dart to Santana. Santana is leaning against the island that separates the kitchen from the living. She was watching Quinn look at it, close the top, look at her, open the box and look again for a few minutes. Finally, Quinn marches herself over to where Santana is, box still clutched in her hand, continuing to look at it bewildered.
"What the fuck is this?" She asks, as if it were something she has never seen before. Santana gives her a look.
"It's a ring." Santana tells her, thinking it was fairly obvious. Quinn opens it again and pulls the box closer to her face to see it better.
"Like an engagement ring?" Her friend asks in all seriousness.
"Is there any other kind?" Santana tosses back.
"I always imagined you proposing using a ring pop or like a mood ring or some other thing that cost you twenty five cents to get." She lets out as she inspects the ring. "Is that," Her eyes widen and she shakes her head. "Is that a sapphire and two diamonds?" Quinn gasps pointing at the stone and whips her head to Santana who offers a nod.
"Yep." She lets out with a pop of her lips.
"Wow." Quinn breathes out, still in disbelief at the sight before her. "I mean…" She turns to Santana and then nothing comes out of her mouth so then she turns back to the box in her hand. "I mean just… wow." She shakes her head some more. "Wait a minute, you can't propose to Brittany." She interrupts her eyes from making love to the jewelry and shuts it before she gets sucked back in. Santana raises her eyebrows and crosses her arms. "Santana, you can't just drive into town after not talking to one another for… a really long time. After not talking, might I add, because you got caught lying and everything looked really bad. And then Brittany, she just, like, left." She blurts out making sure to get everything out before her friend interrupts her. But the interruption never comes and she shakes her head just waiting for some kind of reaction. Santana moves her eyes from her friend's and to the box, taking it back slowly letting her thumb play with the clasp.
"You know, last week I went to the jewelers to return this." Santana begins, but she is kind of talking out loud and not really telling a story.
"Wait, you returned it and then bought it again?" Quinn asks confused, but Santana rolls her eyes.
"Would you just listen Fabray?" She demands. "I went there to return it and I got all the way to the entrance but I couldn't go in." Santana pauses and opens the box up for herself so she can look at the ring. "Giving back this ring would mean that all of those feelings I had when I bought it never happened and then that would mean the past me and Brittany shared never existed. Giving back this ring would be giving up and I'm not ready to do that just yet and I don't think she is either."
"Santana, I don't meant be irritatingly repetitive, but you still can't propose. If she said 'yes' then your whole relationship would just be based on this fight and the past wouldn't matter then anyway." Quinn tries to explain.
"I'm not proposing, Quinn." She finally tells her and Quinn lets out a semi relieved sigh but is still suspicious. "Not yet anyway. I had this on me because it is a reminder that I need to get her back because we belong together." Quinn nods and smiles kindly to her friend. "Now can you start the movie, I got treats I needs to snack on." She jokes and Quinn giggles and even though it is slightly forced Santana appreciates it.
"Oh, shoot." Quinn face palms herself. "I forgot the goodies." Santana gives her a very disapproving look and groans.
"Quinnie, I needs to get my sugar fix." She whines as she makes her way over to the coffee table to set her drink down. "I read that chocolate and other various sugared deliciousness can help mend a broken heart."
"Come on," Quinn sighs and rolls her eyes as she pushes herself away from the island table and towards the side table where her bag and umbrella are. "It's raining, but the bodega is right at the corner and they have goodies for your fat ass." With a devilish grin, well, the best one she has seen on Santana in a while, Quinn shakes her head at the child like reflexes in her friend at the mention of candy and tosses her the umbrella.
Within minutes the girls are stepping into the elevator, luckily without Santana's smelly neighbor from three doors down. Though, they do comment about how his scent seems to linger regardless of how long it has been since his last ride. Just before they hit the first floor, Quinn pulls out her phone and starts typing furiously with an interesting look on her face.
"You better not be sexting Berry in my presence, I've warned you about that." Santana says side eyeing Quinn who just continues typing.
"I'm not." Quinn responds in a snippy manner.
"You're not… texting Brittany are you?" She asks in a weak voice glancing at her, obviously upset at the idea. Actually, not upset, just uncertain.
"No, S, I'm not. I haven't talked to her since she called me that one time." Quinn replies looking up at her after pressing send on her cell. "Besides, I haven't been able to reach her on her cell anyway." She adds.
"Me neither." Santana shrugs her shoulders and tugs at the strings of her rain jacket.
"Rachel has an idea though." She lets out and Santana tenses up at those words. "She said all day she's been doing some 'recon'." She explains, but even she sounds unenthused. Santana sighs and motions with her hand for Quinn to continue with Rachel's plan for her. After Quinn spills all of the details Santana nervously breathes out and silence takes over them as she ponders it. They stop just outside the elevator and Santana turns to Quinn, pulling at the sleeve of her sweat shirt.
"So, she pretty much thinks I should 'Say Anything' her?" Santana quirks an eyebrow and plays with umbrella in her hand.
"Umm, minus the hideous trench coat and ancient boom box, yes." Quinn nods with a cheesy smile. "I mean, we could always bust out Rachel's bedazzled CD player if you really wanted to do that." She chuckles at the thought of Santana standing outside of Brittany's parent's house holding the jeweled radio over her head.
"I think that is the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard." Santana scoffs, waves her hand in dismissal and rolls her eyes.
"I don't know if it will fix everything, but, if someone did that for me… I would know they care about me." Quinn offers hesitantly. Santana nods because the idea of it is all wonderful in thought, but in reality it's extremely unrealistic and kind of depressing. Depressing because, John Cusack was out there for a really long time and his girl never came running out of that house to tell him she loved him. Not right away anyway.
"I don't think so, Q." She begrudgingly replies. "How is it that she still gets in the middle of things when she is not even here?" Quinn laughs shaking her head.
"She's a hopeless romantic." Quinn smiles at the thought of her girlfriend being this and takes the initiative to head towards the doors leading out to the sidewalk. "Ugh, it's really coming down." She groans, instantly rethinking this whole trek out into the stormy weather just for candy bars.
"Don't try and get out of this, Q. You owe me a Milky Way." Santana points to her as though she were a mother being stern with her child.
Santana pulls the door to the apartment building open and ushers Quinn to take the lead of venturing out into the nasty weather. Reaching the bottom of the steps Quinn goes to turn to her right where Santana is supposed to be, only she isn't. She spins around and notices her friend facing the other direction. Quinn squints her eyes through the rain falling beyond her umbrella and her eyes widen in disbelief.
"Brittany?" Santana breathes out in confusion.
Rain dribbles down the sides of her face and she furiously blinks them away from blurring her vision. She doesn't want the rain to be the reason for this sight. She doesn't want her mind to be playing tricks on her. So, she takes a step forward and opens the umbrella in her own hand to hold it over her, protecting her from the rain.
"Brittany," She says again, a little louder. "What are you…?" Her voice trails off though.
Brittany is here.