So, I guess here's where the drama begins! The past two chapter have just been introduction to the characters, really. I hope there are minimal mistakes cos it's been a few days since I proof read this! Hope you like the "drama". Enjoy!
It was around half past six in the evening when Brittany received a text from Quinn telling her that their apartment is set and Santana's closest friends, mostly the Glee club gang, are arriving surprisingly on time. At this point, Brittany and Santana were up in the Hollywood Hills looking down on the City of Angels. The city they now consider their home, far from the uptight beliefs of Lima, Ohio. It was this city that finally showed Santana the lifestyle she always dreamed of. It was easy going, liberal, the opportunities are endless and most of all, she had Brittany by her side every step of the way. It all sounds like a massive cliché but it's true. Getting out of Lima after high school was probably the best thing they ever decided. It was liberating and relieving to say the least. The fact that they kept in touch with the Glee Club members, who accepted Santana open heartedly when she came out, is an added bonus.
So now her they are, almost four years after high school, although both older and wiser; Santana has even managed to keep her "Lima Height Adjacent" attitude on the down low; they were still the same old Brittany and Santana. Best friends turned lovers, forever soul mates.
"Thank You, Britt." Santana whispered audibly against the crook of Brittany's neck as they lay on the blanket watching the sunset. The sky was pinkish orange which amazed Santana every single time since they were little girls.
"You're welcome, San. You deserve this." Brittany smiled as she pushed the brunette's hair behind her ears to take in such a mesmerizing beauty.
"It's not just for today, B. I'm saying thank you for everything. Every single day you've been with me since we were five. We've been through so much and we're only 21. We've shared everything..."
"Puck?" Brittany joked.
Santana chuckled. "Yes, at one point. But in all seriousness, Britt, I would never have made it without you. I know I let you down countless times and I was such a coward in high school, not wanting to tell everyone about us. I will regret that for the rest of my life but right now, right here with you, I'm so wonderfully thankful. For you."
And by nature, and her lack of tear duct control, Brittany's tears freely flowed down her soft freckled face.
"I love you" was all she could say as she pulled Santana into a tight embrace.
Santana broke the hug and looked at Brittany.
"I always have and I always will" she replied sealing her declaration with a slow passionate kiss. Much like the first time they made love. There was no hint of lust in that kiss. It was pure and loving, just like how their relationship began.
The drive back from the hills to their apartment took around twenty minutes and by the time they got back to their apartment block, it was a little over 7 o'clock. Brittany already got another text from Quinn saying that most people are there already apart from Santana's older brother, Marco, who was flying in from New York just for his little sister's birthday. Brittany knows that Santana will freak out when her brother arrives. The siblings have been undeniably close since they were little kids. Marco is five years older than Santana and always played the big brother role. He was the first family member she came out to, he cried and told her that he's know ever since Santana introduced him to Brittany in the school playground when they were six. He know lives in New York City working as one of the youngest, most sought after lawyers. They haven't seen each other in almost a year due to his busy work schedule and Santana's college commitments. Every time they skyped each other, Santana would always ask Marco when he's coming to visit so Brittany went behind her back and called him a few weeks earlier to tell her about the surprise party and convinced him that it was the perfect time to come and visit.
The two ladies made their way out of the car, Santana waited till Brittany caught up with her and whispered, "I cannot wait to get into our apartment." with an obvious hint of what she wanted her ultimate birthday present to be.
Brittany smiled sweetly, intertwining their hands together, "Patience is a virtue, San. But I promise you this is one night to remember."
"You are such a tease." the shorter girl muttered as she raised her eyebrow knowingly.
When they reached their apartment door, Santana, not known for being a patient individual, pushed Brittany onto the door, unexpectedly and began kissing her lips fervently. She was multitasking, hands roaming everywhere, one made its way under the blonde's shirt and the other on the small of her back tracing circles. Brittany was obviously caught off guard and for a few moments she forgot that their entire friendship circle is in their apartment probably hearing this whole "situation".
"San, just, uhm...wait..till..." her train of thoughts seems to have been involved in a train wreck because nothing is coming out of her mouth, apart from embarrassingly loud moans and whimpers that don't exactly discourage Santana.
"Britt, I'm sorry, I can't wait for this." she said locating her house keys, finding the keyhole, all while still kissing Brittany who at this point have given up on stopping Santana and her actions, and she pushed the door open to an empty, dark apartment.
"SURPRISE!" a chorus of laughter, camera flashes, whistles and clapping roared around their living room and Santana stood there frozen, eyes wide as a deer caught in headlights, one hand still under Britt's top, her hair clearly messed up. Everyone was laughing, and Brittany was blushing.
"Surprise, San! This is what I wanted to tell you,before you did this." looking at the brunette's hand under her shirt.
"OMG!" She freaked out, shocked but totally embarrassed but totally happy. "THANK YOU GUYS!" She turned to Britt, "Babe, you are in trouble tonight. In a lot of trouble."
Before Brittany could say anything back, Santana's already been pulled into the crowd. Every one is giving her hugs and presents and the usual party chat. From the corner of her eye, she saw Quinn and Rachel walking towards her.
"Well, sorry to interrupt that, uhm, childish make out session." Quinn said jokingly as she gave Britt a hug.
"I tried to stop her but.."
"But you're Brittany and Santana. There's no stopping once it's begun." Rachel said with a smile.
"Like you guys never do that!" Brittany laughed.
"Babe? Do we ever do that?" Quinn asked sarcastically.
"No? I don't think we do, cos we're adults." Rachel replied, trying so hard to keep a straight face.
"You two are just jealous and boring, oldies." Brittany mocked.
Before either Rachel or Quinn can respond, Santana playfully punched Quinn on the shoulder.
"Yo, Fabray! You're gonna pay for this! You know how much I get embarrassed by surprise parties, or parties in general and you played along with this? Where's our friendship gone?" She said handing Britt a drink.
"Lopez, you love it. You fucking love it." Quinn retorted.
Santana just smiled and moved beside Brittany, automatically hooking her hand around the dancer's waist.
"Hello Rachel, Thank you for helping Quinn." she said trying her best to sound polite.
"You're very welcome Santana but actually Quinn helped me." she corrected as always.
Santana rolled her eyes at Quinn jokingly and the other blonde smiled at her with the "don't make fun of my girl" face. The party continued on as usual but there was still no sign of Marco. Brittany tried to shrug it off. It was quite early and maybe his plane got delayed or something. Besides, it's probably better if he arrived later when there are fewer guests. Santana seems overly preoccupied with everyone. And to think this girl "hates" parties.
A good three hours later and there's still no sign of Marco arriving at their apartment or even in the city. Brittany has been trying to call him but his phone goes straight into voice mail. She was beginning to feel uneasy and she's never one for feeling stressed in situations like this except she just had this unsettling feeling in the pit of her stomach. Santana must have sensed her change in mood because she sauntered up to Brittany, who was sitting on the couch away from everyone.
"Baby, are you okay?" the Latina asked, her voice filled with genuine concern.
"Yeah, no, I'm fine. I'm just a little dizzy. I think it's the champagne" she smiled, but the smile never reached her eyes.
"Do you want water? Anything?" Santana moved closer placing her hand on the small of the blonde's back.
"I'm alright babe. Just go entertain everyone, I'm sure you have a lot of people to catch up with" she smiled reassuringly.
"Okay, but if you need anything, just let me know." Santana smiled as she gave her girlfriend a peck on the lips.
Santana rejoined the crowd and Brittany was left on her own, still feeling uneasy about Marco not showing up and it's been more than three hours. He should have arrived two hours ago based on his travel itinerary. He insisted on renting a car at the airport and convinced Brittany it would look less suspicious that way. The dancer is sure that he made it to his flight because she received a text from him just before he boarded the plane.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the familiar ring of her phone. It was an unknown number and she frowned slightly, she thought it would be Marco.
"Hello" she answered, standing up moving away from the crowd and into their kitchen where there were less people.
"Hello, may I please speak to Ms Brittany Pierce or Ms Santana Lopez?" the unfamiliar voice asked on the other end.
"This is Brittany. Who's this?"
"Ma'am, I'm calling from the police department, do you happen to know Mr Marco Lopez?"
Her heart skipped, then starting beating fast, sweat was tricking down her forehead, she wanted to be sick. She wanted to vomit. "Yes" her voice trembled, "Yes, what about him?"
"Ma'am, he, uhm, got into a road accident. He was driving from LAX and he was involved in a head on collision.I'm afraid, he didn't make it." his voice was calm but the sadness was audible.
Brittany stopped listening, her vision was spinning, she could taste bile in her mouth. She needed air, she needed to get out, she needed to tell Santana. She couldn't tell Santana. Her knees gave in and the thud came after that, and then blackness.
The commotion quickly spread to the whole house and Santana ran as fast as she can to get to the kitchen. She didn't care about knocking her guests over, she needs to get to her, to Brittany.
"What the hell happened? She screamed, at no one, she just wanted an answer. "Someone call 911!"
The impact on floor caused Brittany to fall unconscious. There was no sight of blood and she's breathing but they needed a goddamn paramedic in here.
"Some one fucking call the ambulance!" the Latina yelled again, this time Quinn rushed to her side.
"San, Laura is here, let her tend to Britt." Quinn said slowly pulling Santana away from the blue eyed blonde.
Laura was one of their older college friends, she's a resident doctor at one of the neighbouring hospitals. She crouched down beside Brittany and checked her vitals, and everything else to make sure she didn't need to go to hospital. "Santana, everything seems fine. She'll regain consciousness in a few moments."
Brittany could hear everyone but she couldn't speak. Her head hurts as she tried to open her eyes. Her vision was blurry and she was seeing stars everywhere. Quinn and Rachel were holding Santana up, the taller brunette was wearing a worried look on her face, trying to fight back tears. Everyone else in the room just looked worried. Then she remembered something and without a single word, she started sobbing. Sobbing until she couldn't breather properly, until she couldn't see again but the only thing she could feel was Santana's arms around her and her familiar honey-milk scent and all she could hear was "Baby, what's wrong? What's wrong?"
Her heart sank. She wanted words to come out but nothing did. Instead, tears covered her whole face. It was unfair on Santana but how the hell could she break this news to her girlfriend. She will be shattered. Broken. Finally she mustered up the word and tried her best to say something, "He's,he's...gone."
"Britt? Baby, who's gone?" Santana asked confused by everything."Quinn can you please ask everyone to give us a moment?" she said turning to Quinn with pleading eyes.
Quinn nodded and asked everyone to politely leave the two alone.
"Britt, who's gone? I'm getting worried babe."
The blonde dancer inhaled deeply and as she exhaled and the words came out of her girlfriend's mouth, Santana's world fell apart. Into a million pieces. Her body was numb but her heart ached, it was a pain she's never felt before. Her vision blurred and tears were now running down her face as she sat there cradling Brittany.
"Marco. He's gone." Brittany cried.