Santana handed Brittany a large bath towel, then reached for one herself. Both girls now stood staring in the mirror, Santana glanced to Brittany, with a huge smile on her face, but was lost and disappointed to see that Brittany was staring down at her feet, looking rather hurt. "Britt-Britt?" she asked. "Uh, yeah San?" Brittany replied snapping her head back and forcing a smile, looking Santana in the eyes.
The brunette to the blonde by the hand and let her in to the bedroom and sat the two of them down on the edge of her bed, "What's wrong? Didn't you have fun?" "Yeah of course I did, I always have fun with you San, it's just-" Brittany stopped herself, searching for the words to tell Santana the truth. "Britts, what is it? Please, talk to me, please?" Santana lifted Brittany's chin with her finger and watched as a single tear slid down her girlfriend's perfect, pale skin. Santana's heart sunk as she wiped away the tear with her thumb, then lightly kissed Brittany's wet cheek. "I-I just, you left, you said you'd never leave me and you left. Y-you didn't even stop or turn around and look at me, you just left."
Santana re-positioned herself from sitting beside Brittany, to sitting behind her, Brittany seated between her legs, both arms wrapped around Brittany's waist and nestled her face into Brittany's bare back. She sat still for a moment, before kissing Brittany's exposed skin. Brittany lowered her head, as Santana pushed her blonde hair to the side and moved her lips up Brittany's neck, but before she could finish, Brittany jerked her body out of Santana's arms, whipped around and shouted, "Don't!" Brittany had never raised her voice to Santana, or to anyone, not that Santana could ever recall, as she sat on the bed, bewildered as Brittany continued, "You can't do that, you can't just kiss me and get away with not talking. You might have been the one to get the slushy to your face, but I'm the one who was left, standing in the hallway, alone, without you, everyone staring." Brittany took a breath. "You could have at least taken me with you." An overwhelming sadness filled the air around the girls as Brittany slumped herself to the floor, leaning against Santana's bedside table. Both sat, silent, still, and completely detached.
Santana stared at Brittany, examining her every move, she pulled her legs to her chest and buried her face in her knees, just as Santana had done earlier. Santana's heart wrenched. She may not have been physically slushied, but she got slushied too, in a way, through me. Santana thought to herself, each word like a dagger to her heart as she slid from the bed to the floor and wrapped her arms around her girlfriend, "Don't pull away this time.." she whispered. "Britts, I didn't, I wasn't, I'm sorry, I didn't want anyone to see me, broken. Especially not you, how can I expect you to believe I will always protect you, if you see-" Brittany cut her off, "We're best friends Santana, we're dating, but we're still best friends, I know you'll always protect me, there hasn't been a day since we first met when you haven't protected me!" "I'm so sorry B, I should have taken you with me, I shouldn't have left you, I should have thought before re-acting, I'm sorry, I'll say it a thousand times, I-" Brittany lifted her head and almost immediately her lips connected with Santana's, like they were magnetic.
"You have to re-promise, you have to re-promise that you'll never leave me ever again, and if you have to go, you'll take me with you." Santana looked Brittany straight in the eye, "I promise."