Can I pick you up

Can I hold you

I want to make you feel as great

As I think you are

Can I turn your world right side up

Will you see it as a half full cup

I want your insides

Spill them to me

I wanna know everything about you

And still love you for all that you are

The good the bad the ugly

Ill take it with a grain of salt

Because no matter how crazy or twisted

These things make up the you I love

There's nothing you could tell me

That would shock me

I wanna make it all better

I wish to make your bad luck end

I wanna be the one gear

That makes the whole machine work

I want you in my arms

Squeezing all the pain out

I just want you to be more than ok

-AC

Santana's POV

"Ahhhhh!"

CRACK.

"Fuck! What the fuck was that?" I look around holding my now bloody nose and see Brittany rolling around screaming in bed. I shake her awake while blood rushes down my face.

She looks around startled before rubbing the pain out of her elbow and noticing my bloody nose for the first time.

Her shocked face turns into a grin and then she's full out laughing.

"Ahh haha. That's an awesome way to get over a nightmare."

She's rolling around laughing after basically elbowing my face awake. I try to be mad but I just bust out laughing and holding my stomach while I kneel on the bed.

I shake my head at her. "You're such an ass." I laugh.

Finally getting control of myself I pull my already ruined tank top over my head and use it to clean my nose. Brittany takes it from me and tries to help.

"I'm sorry baby." She looks down upset

I kiss her softly and tuck her back in.

"It's ok Britt Britt. I'll get you back." I laugh and wink at her.

Sleep, that's what I need. I'll worry about washing the blood off my face in the morning.

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"Biggie smalls is the wickedest. Niggas say I'm pussy. I dare ya to stick ya dick in this…"

What the fuck? Is that Brittany? Rappin'?

I get up and walk to the bathroom attached to my room and see Brittany indeed, rappin', in the shower. I decide to continue the rap.

"If I was pussy I'd be filled wit syphilis, herpes, gonorrhea, Chlamydia, getting rid of ya…"

Brittany pushes the shower curtain aside and peeks out smiling at me. She's too damn adorable sometimes.

"Didn't know you were a Biggie fan Britt."

She scoffs at me. "San who isn't?"

I laugh and put my hands up in surrender. "Ok Sweets."

As I walk away she starts in on a new song.

"…But I'll leave him in a second for a thicka, rock star little mama wit a guitar."

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Hearing Britt rap about a hot rocker chick made me remember my guitar. I go into the garage and pull the old, but trusty, black guitar out from under a bunch of other shit. I strum it a few times and notice all the strings are there.

Needing privacy I overtake Britt's studio for a moment and start to tune the old guitar. Quinn's right. There are other ways, and this could be one of them.

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Brittany's POV

I get out of the shower feelin' fresh and fly. Where's my sexy girlfriend at? I decide to do some lines before I go on my search to find one Santana Lopez.

Going over to the bed I reach under it and pull out San's safe. Yes, she gave me the code. If you've ever dated a drug dealer or even just an addict, you know being trusted with the code to their safe is like the equivalent of an engagement ring to a sober person.

With a smile I take out a bag and put the safe back after locking it. We decided to hide all the drugs because Santos is on the second day of withdrawal and that's the worst. I would bet a million dollars that he ransacks this room to find a bag.

I finish the bag and set off to find my hot ass girlfriend. My search on the first floor comes up empty so I decide to try my luck in the basement. Maybe she's in the lab cooking up something?

What I didn't expect when I reached the bottom of the steps was to be greeted with the soft strumming of a guitar. Is Puck here or something?

When you grab a hold of me

You tell me that I'll never be set free

Holy shit is that San? I slowly open the studio door and reveal that my suspicions are correct. She's sitting on the floor playing the guitar with her back towards the door. I just smile and listen to heaven itself materializing into the sound that is Santana singing.

I'm a parasite,

creep and crawl I step into the night.

Two pints of booze

Tell me are you a badfish too? Are you a badfish too?

Ain't got no money to spend

I know the night will never end

Lord knows I'm weak

Won't somebody get me off of this reef

San rocks back and forth really getting into the music and once again I cannot believe this woman is my girlfriend.

Baby your a big blue whale

Grab the reef when all duck diving fails

I swim but wish I never learned

The water's too polluted with germs

I dive deep when it's ten feet overhead

Grab the reef underneath my bed

Ain't got no quarrels with god Ain't got no time to grow old

Lord knows I'm weak

Won't somebody get me off of this reef

Ain't got no quarrels with God Ain't got no time to grow old

Lord knows I'm weak

Won't somebody get me off of this reef

Her voice cracks at the end revealing to me just how much emotion was flowing through her words. I never actually felt this song before and I've heard it a million times. But the words coming out of her mouth seem to make them mean more.

I decide to speak and let her know I'm there before it turns creepy.

"Didn't peg you for a Sublime fan Tana."

She whips her head around in shock and then blushes and stares at my feet instead.

"Just cuz I'm a Puerto Rican girl from Kenso, it doesn't mean this bitch don't know good music." She laughs and winks at me.

She's too damn funny. "And just cuz I'm a white girl from Norristown doesn't mean I can't make a rap song my bitch."

I walk over to her and sit down. I pluck one of the strings before I kiss her slow and long.

"I didn't know you played guitar, or sang that fuckin amazingly."

She runs her hand over the old black guitar thoughtfully.

"Me and Q found this in an alley on my first day on the streets for Clara." She looks away momentarily before continuing. "Q would cover for me the last hour of our shift each night so I could practice." She laughs a little. "I played in the house once and Clara went ape shit. So at the end of our nights Q would stand watch over me in the alley if there was no customers," She swallows and looks me in the eyes. "And she would sing with me. That's the moment I knew Q was truly my sister."

I am amazed by this woman every single day. There is so much to her that I don't think I could learn it all in one lifetime but I want to try.

"I wanna know everything about you." I whisper wistfully.

She looks at me with a huge smile. "I wanna tell you everything about me."

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Santana's POV

"Shhhh Santi, it's ok." I'm rocking my brother back and forth in his bed while he's basically screaming that he wants to die.

"Please Tana, I just need one line." He begs while gripping at my shirt. "I just need one to feel better for just a little bit. I just wanna sleep!"

He cries on my shoulder. I feel so bad that I can't do anything for him. I'm going to try my own withdrawal remedies on him though. I can't just leave him to suffer. I pull him into a sitting position on the bed.

"Come on Santi. Put some shorts on and get into the tub. I'll come in with you and we can smoke a blunt." I rub his back trying to comfort him. "Then I'm gonna give you some Xanax and that should help you sleep. Alright baby boy?" He nods his ok at me. "Ok come on."

I quickly roll the blunt while asking Santi if it's cool if B smokes with us. He says he doesn't care who sees his sexy body. Yup, we're definitely related, we have no shame at all.

I sit on the floor in front of the tub and Britt sits on the closed toilet seat. I light up the blunt and hand it to my brother relaxing in the hot bath.

He inhales and lets out a relieved sighs. "Sooo goood."

I laugh. "So you're feeling a little better Ti?"

Santos passes the blunt to Brittany. "Yeah I can actually relax and my arms don't feel so tweeked out that I can't hold anything anymore."

Britt hands me the blunt and speaks. "Ya know I was much more of a pussy when I tried to go through all the days of being dope sick the first time. You're really strong Santi."

I smile up at my girlfriend. Could she be anymore perfect? All of a sudden Santos starts laughing. He's funny as shit when he's stoned.

"Hey… Hey Tana." He gasps out while laughing hysterically. "Do… do you remember the time you got pissed cuz I read one of your poems, and as you were storming off through the backyard you stepped into a hole and busted your ass!"

This little fucker literally has tears rolling down his cheeks as he laughs at me. Brittany's laughing too. God damnit. I pry the blunt out of her fingers and take a long drag.

"You write poetry San?" Brit asks. I quickly change the subject.

"Ha fuckin ha. Very funny guys. But you seem to forget the time I kept striking you out so you got mad and threw the bat on the ground but it came back up and hit you in the balls."

I laugh until I cry this time because the joke isn't on me. I open my eyes to Brittany staring at me like I just told her Christmas would now be celebrated daily.

"What? Do I have res on my lip?"

"No you guys are just really fuckin' cute."

"We're not cute!" Me and Santos yell at the same time.

Brittany laughs at us while shaking her head. "Yeah, not cute at all."

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I gave Santos two zanies while he was in the tub so now at least his body isn't screaming at him as much. I help him into bed and pull the covers over him. I gently brush my fingers through his wet hair and kiss him on the forehead preparing to leave. He catches my wrist to prevent me from going anywhere and the way he looks at me reminds me of him as a young scared boy.

"What's wrong Ti?"

He looks away sheepishly and I think I know what he's thinking.

"Can you um, can you stay with me tonight Tana?" He says to me with tears in his eyes. I nod and climb into his bed next to him and pull his head onto my chest.

I kiss him on the head one more time before whispering, "I'll stay as long as you want. I'll always be there for you Ti, always. Goodnight baby bro."

He falls asleep soon after and I'm close behind as my eyelids fall heavy. But before I close my eyes completely I see Britt staring at me adoringly from the entrance of the room. I wink at her and blow a kiss before uttering an I love you and falling into a deep sleep.

a/n here's a cute lil chapter for ya after all the heavy stuff