Thanks for the reviews.
I loveee Marley and Santana's friendship.
BR-AM is not only at least for one of them... I won't spoil it yet...
Brittany and Santana have not even finished dealing with their relationship. As bodybroke said in a review; It does seem that Santana is being too understanding. She is simply not saying how she feels about everything.
To Guest, yes, Sam lied, it suggested that Brittany concluded this kind of attraction between the two of them inside her own head. I like writing Sam as a complete dick. which you will see.
Enjoy this chapter :)))
15th November 2018
The past few days for Brittany had been great. Santana hadn't been angry or upset with her; and they had managed to be themselves without the Sam thing hanging over them and ruining the moment.
Santana had offered to take her to the airport; which Brittany had founded to be nice for her to offer as it was obvious she wanted to say goodbye but kind of sad to be leaving her.
Packing the last t-shirt into her bag, she turned to meet Maribel's face; "Is she downstairs?"
"Yeah…" Maribel said
Brittany looked down at her newly packed bag; and couldn't help the tears from building. She let out a huge sigh as she reached to dry the first few which had fallen to her cheeks.
Maribel stepped forward, brushing her hands away; she wiped her cheeks with her thumbs; "I won't bothered asking if you're okay… I know you think you're losing her… but you're really not."
Brittany nodded, sniffing softly as she hiccupped lightly; "I feel like this is goodbye…"
Maribel smiled lightly; "Oh… kiddo, you'll never say goodbye to Santana."
Maribel gently pulled Brittany into a tight hug; wrapping her arms around her tightly; she pressed a soft kiss to her forehead; "You're welcome here anytime…"
"Thank you." Brittany whispered, burying her face against Maribel's neck; "Thank you for being so… nice."
"You're more than a daughter in law, Brittany. You know how much we care about you." Maribel replied, gently releasing Brittany from the hug; she wiped her thumb underneath her eyes, removing any traces of tears; "You should go… You're gonna be late."
"Thank you… again." Brittany said
"We'll speak soon, Brittany. Don't worry about Santana. She'll be fine here." Maribel said, leading Brittany down the stairs where Santana was standing beside the front door. George was sitting in his chair watching the news.
"George, Brittany's leaving now." Maribel said, as Santana took Brittany's bag and walked out towards her mother's car.
"Well… See you soon… Take care of yourself." George said
"Thanks… Thank you for letting me stay here." Brittany said, with a grateful smile
George nodded; "You're welcome anytime."
Brittany smiled; before pulling Maribel into another hug; a longer one this time. She pulled away, wiping her eyes; "I should go… but thank you for everything. Please take care of Santana."
Maribel nodded, trying to hold back tears. Brittany smiled a watery smile; her eyes building up with more unshed tears. She quickly turned and walked out, closing the door as she then climbed into Maribel's car.
Santana already sat in the driving seat; "Ready to go?"
Brittany nodded, because she couldn't speak without bursting into tears. Santana took her time in driving out of the avenue. She got on to the freeway, and then leaned over, grabbing Brittany's left hand, as she quickly laced their fingers. Brittany choked back a sob at the action.
"It's okay, Britt." Santana whispered, as she tried to focus on driving safety; "You know it's gonna be okay."
"I don't wanna leave you." Brittany mumbled in between sobs as she pulled her hands free to wipe away her tears
"Britt, baby… you're not leaving me. You're doing what's right for both of us." Santana murmured, soothingly.
"I'm… I don't wanna lose you." Brittany whispered gently, her eyes red rimmed and blood-shot; Santana turned off into the nearest car parking space at the airport. She immediately switched the engine off; turning towards Brittany. Her heart melted at the sight.
"Britt, come on. I'm your wife. You're never gonna lose me… especially over this. I want this… I told you to go back…" Santana said, using her thumbs to gently wipe her cheeks.
"Is this goodbye?" Brittany asked, her breathing calming down
"You know this isn't working, Britt." Santana said softly; "You resent me for not allowing you to find your dream after college…"
Santana shifted so she was closer to Brittany; she took her hands softly; "I promised myself that I would never say goodbye to you. I'm not gonna leave you or break up with you… but I can't be with you when I'm causing you to be so unhappy."
"I'm not unhappy with you." Brittany whispered
"You're not happy with me, either." Santana replied, gently lifting up her hands to cup Brittany's cheek; "I love you… I will never stop."
Brittany nodded sadly; "I know I'll miss you… I'll miss everything about you."
Santana licked her lips, nodding as her eyes blinked away tears; "I'll always be a phone call away."
Brittany nodded softly
Santana cleared her throat, as she leaned back against her seat; "Shall we go inside, Britt?"
Brittany nodded; "Okay…"
"I'll get your bag." Santana whispered, squeezing Brittany's knee; she then climbed out of the car. Brittany sighed softly; before climbing out of the vehicle. She met Santana who was closing the trunk.
Santana sent her a small but soft smile as she passed her bag towards her. They walked in an uncomfortable silence to the entrance. Santana followed Brittany towards the check in desk. Brittany checked in; and then turned, walking towards Santana.
"I should go wait for it." Brittany said softly; before chuckling lightly; "At least it's on time."
"I guess so." Santana said, stuffing her hands into her pockets; "I'll talk to you soon then?"
Brittany glanced from the floor to Santana's face; "I guess so."
Santana looked from the floor to Brittany who looked like she was trying fight back tears again. Santana ran her fingers through her hair, as if searching for the right thing to say. How could she calm Brittany's obvious concerns as well as saving herself from being put back out there and available to be hurt.
Santana sighed dramatically as she slapped her palms against her sides; making Brittany turn her attention back to her wife; "Why are we acting like this? It's not a goodbye… It's a see you soon."
Brittany shrugged, thumbing her ticket and passport; "Because we love each other… and it feels like a goodbye."
Santana moved forward, wrapping her arms around Brittany's neck, tugging her closer. She released a deep breath as she rested her chin against Brittany's shoulder. Her hand gently ran up and down Brittany's back, letting her fingertips brush against the material of Brittany's t-shirt.
"Look… we will never say goodbye... I know this." Santana whispered, letting her fingers reach the base of Brittany's neck; "I love you and I'll see you soon."
Brittany sniffed softly, moving so her face could press against Santana's neck. The warmth spreading across her face, as her hands tightened around Santana's back; "I never meant to cause any of this. I just want you… It's all I wanted."
Santana pulled back, gently wiping her eyes; "Britt, I can't… I can't keep doing this. You don't just want me. And that's fine. I'm fine with you wanting something else… Just do this for yourself."
"Okay…" Brittany replied
Santana glanced at the ground and licked her lips in the almost tensed atmosphere; "You should go."
Brittany nodded; "See you soon?"
Santana smiled slightly; "See you soon."
Brittany leaned in, and licked her lips; she cupped Santana's cheek; "Can I kiss you…?"
Santana met Brittany's eyes; and lightly shook her head. Brittany nodded in understanding.
"I get it." Brittany mumbled
Santana leaned in, letting her lips barely brush against Brittany's lips before moving and kissing the corner of her mouth.
"I'll talk to you tomorrow." Santana said as she stepped back
Brittany nodded gently; "I'll call you."
Santana smiled sadly, looking away from Brittany; "Britt, please go…"
"What's wrong?" Brittany asked, stepping closer to Santana; she rubbed her shoulder gently; "San, what's wrong?"
"Nothing…" Santana mumbled
Brittany tilted Santana's chin up, so her eyes could meet hers; "Please tell me…"
"I don't want you to go." Santana said
"Then I won't." Brittany replied, rubbing her thumb along Santana's chin
Santana shook her head; "No, you have to… I held you back before. I won't do it again."
Brittany sighed; "Santana, you never held me back."
"I told you to get a job… because we had no money to pay for anything. You wanted to dance… and I took that away from you." Santana said softly; "Not anymore. I want you to dance. I want you to be happy."
Brittany nodded softly
"I'll talk to you later." Santana said
Brittany glanced from Santana to the ground before turning and walking through the gates. Santana watched her leave, waving at her as Brittany turned to look at her once more.
Santana waited until Brittany was completely out of sight before returning back towards her mother's car. Santana sat in the front seat of the car; and simply cried. She knew that Brittany going back to New York would tempt fate. Maybe she would find her dream. Maybe she would dance; and maybe she would find someone different.