Hello my loves! Sorry I took so long to update but life sucks sometimes. This one is a little bit longer so hopefully that makes up for the tardiness :) Oh and about Rachel. She is obviously a bit OOC because I find it hard to write the real Rachel. I have no idea why but it happens.
So what did you all think of the new episode tonight? I loved it. I was bummed they cut Naya's part out of Thriller/Heads Will Roll but everything else was awesome! I'm so excited for Silly Love Songs! Santana finally gets some good stuff to work with. I'm probably going to cry though. If any of you have seen the spoiler video, you know what I'm talking about.
Anyway, enough of me rambling. Enjoy this update and don't forget to review if you love me or hate me :)
I tried to concentrate on cleaning but my mind kept wandering to the crazy little brunette. We finally finished cleaning and were all starving. I had Puck go get food while Brittany and I relaxed on the couch.
"You ok?" Brittany poked me lightly in the side. "You've been quiet all morning."
"Yeah, I'm ok." I nodded, trying to believe me own story.
"You're freaked out, aren't you?"
"Yeah. I've never had to deal with this before. I don't really know what to do. I don't know what this chick is going to do. I don't know if she's going to hurt me or try to hurt you. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if she hurt you because of me."
"Don't worry about me. We need to worry about you right now."
"But I can't help it. I'd rather worry about you. I don't care if she hurts me. I just don't want you in the crossfire."
"That's incredibly sweet."
"Well I care about you a lot and I like being around you. So I wanna keep you around as long as possible."
"I'm not going anywhere." She caressed my cheek with the back of her hand. "I promise. And if you want, you can stay with me until things calm down a little."
"I think I'll be ok for now."
"Promise me something?"
"Anything."
"If things get worse, you'll come stay with me. Or let me stay here all the time."
"Ok. I promise."
A couple weeks went by and I was feeling better. The bruising on my face finally went away. Brittany and I were spending a lot more time together. And I think my stalker finally moved on.
I hear my phone ringing from the edge of the pool. I detach myself from Brittany and quickly answer it. "Hello?"
"Good afternoon, Santana."
"Hey dad. What's up?"
"Are you busy tonight?"
"I'm not sure yet. Why?"
"I was hoping we could get together for dinner. I want to check on your nose, make sure its healing properly."
"Is that really something to do over dinner?"
"Don't talk to me that way, child. I won't stand for it."
"I'm free tonight." My shoulders fell along with my voice.
"Good. But I should have known you wouldn't have any plans. How long was it before your blonde friend ran off? 4, 5 days?"
"No."
"Faster than that? Wow. I must say I'm impressed, Santana. Always managing to screw things up somehow."
"Where should I meet you? And what time?"
"Let's go to Ketchup. I haven't been there in a while. Be there at 8."
"Yes sir."
"See you later, Santana."
I pressed the End button and tried to crush the phone in my hand. When that didn't work, I pulled back and hurled the stupid thing at the side of the house. It smashed to pieces on impact.
"Hey, what was that al about?" Brittany asked softly. She swam up closer to me.
"I'm fine." I gripped the side of the pool.
"No you're not." She ran her hand down my arm, stopping on my hand and squeezing it gently. "It was your dad, wasn't it?"
I nodded. "He wants to go to dinner tonight."
"Free food makes you mad?"
"He started running his mouth again. I'm really getting tired of it."
"Just brush it off." She kissed my shoulder then neck. "You need to go get a new phone and then get ready to go."
"You're coming to dinner. I need to show him I didn't mess things up."
"Prove him wrong babe." She smiled, giving my waist a small squeeze.
"I plan on it."
After buying a new phone and getting ready, I was driving to the restaurant and trying to control my nerves. Brittany grabbed my free arm and held it so my palm was facing up. She lightly traced her fingers up and down my forearm. I smiled softly at the road.
"Feel a little better?" She asked softly.
"Yes actually. Thank you."
"Anything for you babe." She kissed the inside of my wrist softly.
I pulled up to the restaurant and parked in the lot. I turned to face Brittany after turning the car off. "I just want to warm you; my father will probably ask you a lot of questions. Don't be afraid to answer them. Don't let him intimidate you."
"That's what I should be telling you." She laughed softly.
"I don't want him to scare you off. I'm nothing like him, I swear."
"I told you I'm not going anywhere so hush. Let's get in there, beautiful."
I smiled brightly and hopped out of the car. I made my way around the car quickly, opening the passenger door for Brittany. She graciously took the hand I offered her. We walked into the building and the hostess led us to our table where my father was already sitting.
"Santana, I'm impressed. You're on time and you don't look like some little thug." He smiled, his eyes twinkling in the dim light with something I couldn't quite make out.
"Dad, I want you to meet Brittany. Britt, this is my dad, Carlos Lopez."
"It's nice to meet you, Mr. Lopez." Brittany flashed that amazing smile of hers as she held her hand out.
"It's nice to meet you too." He shook Brittany's hand tentatively. "Please, have a seat, ladies."
Brittany and I sat down. I felt like my father was shooting daggers at me. He wasn't happy I brought Brittany. As dinner went on, my father plated 20 million questions with Brittany. She took it like a pro though, answering everything tossed at her. I smiled, adoringly, at her.
"Did you want to check my nose out now?" I asked, taking a sip of water.
"I suppose now works." He sighed. I knelt down next to him. He poked a little and studied it. He poked it one last time.
"Damn it. That still friggin hurts."
"Don't talk to me that way." He snarled at me. "It looks like it's healing nicely. A few more weeks and you'll be good."
"Thank you." I stood up, turning to sit back down. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me down so we were face to face.
"You're just trying to show off for your little playmate." He growled. "I suggest you stop. Now."
"Yes sir." I nodded slightly. He let me go and I went back to my seat. Brittany reached for my hand under the table. She squeezed it softly.
"So Bethany, why waste your time on this one? She's good looking but that's about it."
"Brittany." I growled across the table at him.
"What?"
"Brittany! Her name is Brittany."
"Watch the way you speak to me."
"No. I'm tired of listening to you always put me down. And Brittany doesn't need to hear any of that. You're just jealous I have someone who cares about me. Ever since mom died, you've been all alone. I'm not going to let you ruin this for me. This girl here means the world to me. And maybe it's only been a month but I think I'm in love with her. No. I know I am. She makes me a better person and you would know it if you weren't constantly tearing me down."
"San." Brittany said softly. Her eyes wide with a mix of amazement and fear.
"Come on, Britt." I grabbed her hand and stormed out of the restaurant. I got in the car, resting my head on the steering wheel. I took a few deep breaths. Brittany got in the passenger seat and wrapped her arms tightly around me.
"Did you mean what you said in there?"
"Everything."
"I'm really proud of you, you know? I know that wasn't easy."
"It was the scariest thing I've ever done."
She lifted my chin and we were now looking deep in each other's eyes. "You're amazing and I love you."
I leaned across the center of the car and kissed her softly. "Do you want to go somewhere, just the two of us?"
"Sure." She smiled at me.
Before I knew it, we pulled up to the beach. We walked along the shore, water splashing over our feet. "Thank you."
"For what?"
"For being with me tonight. I don't know if I would have had the courage to stand up to him like that if you weren't there."
"You would have." Brittany stepped in front of me and stopped. "You're a strong woman. You can do anything."
"You always make me feel better. How do you do that?"
"It's just a gift, I guess." She smiled.
I pulled her face to mine, kissing her softly. She deepened the kiss and pulled me closer to her. I pulled back after a few seconds and looked around. "We should go."
"What's wrong?" She scrunched her eyebrows together.
"We're being watched." I looked around more but couldn't see anyone.
"Are you sure?"
"I can feel it."
"Ok. Let's go."
I turned and started walking the way we just came from. A few seconds later, I hear Brittany giggle then feel her weight on my back. She locked her ankles around my front and draped her arms over my shoulders. I laughed and shook my head. "Don't like walking anymore?"
"Not when you'll carry me. And plus, I can't do this when I walk." She moved my shirt, exposing my neck more. She licked at the base and bit down softly. I slowed my walked, letting her attack my neck. We got to the car and Brittany reluctantly got down.
I looked around the lot and spotted a car. "I told you someone else was here." I pointed at the car.
"I know. Wanna go back to your place?"
"Yeah." I shook my head and got in the car.
*Brittany's POV*
I walked around to the passenger side and got in. "Hey," I said softly. "You ok?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." Santana smiled softly. It was one of those fake smiles she thinks she can get away with. "I wonder if she drives."
"Who?"
"Rachel. That could be her car." She passed the car slowly, staring at it.
I sighed. "Babe, it's probably just some kids out being stupid."
"Yeah, maybe."
"San, you really need to chill with this Rachel thing. She hasn't been seen in a couple weeks. I think she's gone. You're acting really paranoid."
"Wow. You think I'm being paranoid? Really? Do you want to have someone following you? How about have them go into your bedroom and stealing things?" She gripped the steering wheel tightly and stared at the road. "But no, don't worry about it. Your life could be in danger but who cares."
"Santana, stop. You're getting angry over nothing."
"Yeah. Ok." She continued driving but wasn't going toward her house.
"Where are you going?"
"I'm taking you home."
"Come on, San. This is ridiculous." I reached for her hand but she pulled away.
"No. What's ridiculous is I thought you were on my side about this. I thought you believed me. But you don't. You think I'm paranoid and overreacting like everyone else."
"That's not—"
She pulled up in front of my house. "I'll talk to you later."
"San, lets talk about this."
"I don't want to talk. I want you to get out so I can go home."
"I'm not getting out of this car until we talk."
"Damn it, Brittany! I don't wanna fucking talk anymore. Get out of my car and give me some fucking time."
"No." I crossed my arms over my chest. She was really pissed.
"Fine. I'll get out." She grabbed her keys and jumped out of the car before taking off down the road.
I got out and stared at her. "Santana!" I shouted after her. "Santana, stop!" She just kept running. I ran in the house, slamming the door behind me. I stormed up the stairs and slammed my bedroom door shut. I paced the floor, running my hands through my hair.
"What's with all the door slamming?" Stacy opened my door. Amanda and Alice were behind her, looking worried.
"Nothing. I'm fine."
"Yeah because people who are fine go around slamming doors. Trouble in paradise?" I sat on the edge of my bed in defeat. I nodded. "Fight?" I nodded again.
"Talk to us." Amanda sat next to me. "This is what we're here for."
"We were walking on the beach and San thought someone was watching us so we left. There was another car in the parking lot then she started talking about Rachel. I told her she was just being paranoid and she got really upset."
"Wait," Alice stopped me. "Who's Rachel?"
"She's been stalking San for about a month. She shows up wherever we are. She somehow found out about San's party a couple weeks ago and showed up and stole a couple things. But she hasn't been seen since the party."
"Damn. Has she called the cops?" Stacy asked.
"No. She didn't want it to get messy. See Rachel is the friend of Quinn who is dating Santana's roommate, Puck."
"That's a mess." Alice laughed.
"What do you think about the situation?" Amanda asked.
"I don't know." I shrugged. "Rachel was following us for a while but we haven't seen her in weeks now."
"Just because you don't see her doesn't mean she's not there." Stacy pointed out.
"I know." I sighed.
"Oh, before we forget. There was someone here looking for you earlier."
"Who?"
"Some girl. She was really short and brunette. She had a little attitude when we told her you weren't here."
"Was she wearing an ugly dress?"
"No. She had this ridiculous unicorn sweater on though."
I stood up. "I have to go. I have to find Santana."
"What's wrong?" Stacy asked.
"That was Rachel. She must have followed us back here sometime or something."
"Do you need a ride?"
"Yes please."
Stacy and I rushed out to her car. I told her where Santana lived. She nearly died when she saw the house. I thanked her before running up to the house. I knocked on the door and rang the bell.
"What the hell?" Puck opened the door. "Brittany? What are you doing?"
"I need to see Santana." I begged.
"She's pretty upset right now."
"I know. I really need to talk to her. Just let me in."
"Fine." He sighed, stepping out of the way. "She's out by the pool."
"Thanks." I walked in. I made my way to the back door. Santana was sitting by the edge of the pool. I opened the door and slowly walked out.
"Puck, just go away." Santana said softly, her words broken.
"It's me." I said, stopping a few feet away from her.
"Britt, please leave me alone."
"I really need you to listen to me right now. I'm here to apologize. You were right. You're not paranoid or overreacting. I'm sorry I ever doubted you. I shouldn't have."
"Did something happen?" Her protectiveness kicked in and she was right by my side.
"Yes and no." She looked at me, confused. "I was talking to my roommates earlier. They said someone came to see me. The girl they described was Rachel."
"What?"
"They didn't say what she wanted. But I had to come see you. I had to tell you. I'll just go home now." I turned to leave but a hand on my wrist stopped me.
"No." She said softly. "I'm not letting you go home."
"But you're mad at me."
"I can't let you go home. Not when this freak knows where you live. I can't protect you there."
"Are you still mad at me?"
"I wasn't really mad at you. I was mad at myself. I was being stupid. I thought I might be overreacting and didn't want to accept it."
"Come here." I extended my arms. She fell into them and I held her tightly. "I'm sorry I called you paranoid."
"I'm sorry I yelled at you."
"It's ok."
"You're too good to me."
"Nah. I just really like you." I smiled.
"Ladies," Puck shouted from the door, "want some Chinese?"
Santana pulled back from the hug. "Stay?"
"Of course." I smiled softly.
"Good. I wasn't taking no for an answer." She laughed. She took my hand and led me back into the house.
"You good?" Puck questioned through a mouthful of fried rice.
"Yeah." Santana nodded and smiled. "I think it might be time to start using the alarm system again."
"No prob. We'll have to get the code but that shouldn't be a problem."
"Ok good."
"Why the sudden interest in security?"
I watched Santana tense slightly. I could see the flash of anger in her eyes, lasting only a second. She took a small breath to calm herself. "Stalker knows where Britt lives. She paid a visit, luckily B wasn't there."
"No shit?"
"For real. So she is going to stay with us for a while."
"Oh you mean more than usual?" Puck laughed.
"Shut up." She laughed, shaking her head. "This is actually serious."
"I know." He nodded. "I'll talk to Quinn and see if she knows anything."
"Ask her about my shirt. I want that shit back."
"I'll see what I can find out." He gave us a reassuring smile before stuffing his mouth with more food. "Don't worry, Brittany. We got your back, girl."
I shook my head. "That means I have yours." I smiled at Santana.
"You don't have to." She said softly.
"Well let's see, you and Puck and I'm assuming Mike and Matt all have my back so I don't have to worry about me. Let me take care of you."
"Yeah, San. I'm tired of always taking care of your ass." Puck smirked. "Even though that ass is pretty amazing."
"That ass is mine. So stay away." I playfully warned the boy causing him to laugh. I looked over at Santana who had an eyebrow raised at me. "What?"
"My ass is yours?"
"Yes." I nodded.
"But when I said your boobs were mine you said no."
"Your point?"
She grabbed at my chest, trying to make her point. "These should be mine now."
"Not yet." I smacked her hands away with a smile.
"You. Are. So. Mean." She said in between kisses.
"I know." I smiled.
A loud knock caused three heads to snap toward the front door. Subconsciously, I grabbed Santana's hand and squeezed. She and Puck shared a skeptical look after checking the time. *Knock Knock Knock*
