A/N: I'm really really reaaaaally sorry guys! I'm still alive but ya know... I have no excuse... thanks for sticking with this story and i couldn't believe i'm still receiving story alerts...
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"Q-quinn? What are you doing here?" I couldn't stop my eyes from growing big.
"I came to pay for your school fees. I forgot to give you the money this morning." I was speechless and I kinda fidgeted on my spot. "Are you okay Briit? You look like you've seen a ghost. What's the matter with you?" Quinn studied me, worried like a big sister should.
I could feel my palms getting sweaty and my heart rate going faster by the second. I looked at Tina for support but she was also sporting this terrified look on her face that she was trying so hard to fight.
When I didn't answer, Quinn added, "Britt? What's going on?"
It took me a while to process what she said. My head was swarming with scenes that I wasn't ready to experience yet.
"Oh uh nothing. I'm fine. Sorry. I was just surprised to see you here." I managed to let out. Where was Santana? I strongly prayed that something would happen to prevent her from coming here.
Quinn still stared at me and I tried my hardest to stay calm. "Do you still have classes? Do you want to go home with me?" I actually have an emergency org meeting later this afternoon, but I can't risk it.
I scrunched up my eyebrows, trying my best to think clearly. An idea came to my mind and I acted fast. "Uhhh.. No. Let's go home."
"Okay. I'll just go to the ladies room first. Wait for me here." She said as she strutted to the restroom.
"Oh my God." I breathed out as Quinn was out of sight.
"I know!" Tina seconded. "Where's your hot girlfriend?" Worry was evident in her voice.
"I don't know she hasn't texted-"
I saw a pair of tanned arms circle my waist. Just when I thought my heart beat wouldn't go any faster, it did.
"Hey baby." Santana said as she reached in to kiss me on the cheek. I quickly turned around to face her. She was smiling broadly and she looked hopeful. But once she saw my face, her expression changed as well. "What's wrong?"
"You need to go now!" I almost yelled. Panic clearly in my voice. I grabbed her shoulders and turned her in the other direction.
"But I just got here!" She argued. I can see that she was confused and kinda hurt but there were important things to worry about.
"San, just go! Please!" When she still didn't move I pushed her away.
"But Britt—"
Tina acted on her own and thank the heavens she did, for she was dragging Santana out of sight, even though my girlfriend was trying to break free from her grasp. Wow. I didn't realize Tina was so strong. I gave Tina a thanking look while I gave Santana an apologetic one.
Just as the both of them disappeared from a pillar not far away from me, I saw Quinn emerge from the toilet. My heart was racing again. It's too dangerous. Anything could go wrong. I just hope Santana wouldn't shout or I wish Tina could hold her back if ever she decided to cause a scene.
I met Quinn halfway and I felt relieved that she wasn't looking angry. Which means one thing, she didn't see Santana. "C'mon let's go." I hurriedly said as we were in a close distance.
"But where's your friend? I wanted to meet her. You haven't introduced us yet." My brain stopped for a while, comprehending what she said.
"What friend?" I tried my best not to show any signs of nervousness. I haven't lied to Quinn so deliberately but I think being with Santana counts and another lie wouldn't hurt right?
"The Asian one." Quinn said.
I felt relieved once again. "Oh… Tina… She uhhh.. just…" I turned my head to the direction where the two went and I saw Tina's hands giving me the thumbs up sign. I swallowed hard, trying to think of any excuse. "Went to get more paper…" I mentally scolded myself. What the hell was that? Ugh, I suck at lying. It's a miracle my relationship with Santana hasn't been discovered yet.
Quinn turned her gaze to the pile of bond papers in packs, clearly unopened. She raised her eyebrows, looking for an explanation. We just needed to get out of here. "Can we just go?" I asked but terrified to hear the answer. "Okaaaay~ What is up with you today?" She didn't wait for my reply and she headed towards the exit.
I followed her but I gave one last glance to where Santana and Tina were. Quinn's back was turned and from behind the pillar, I saw Santana sporting a disappointed expression on her face. I sighed deeply and tightened the clutch I had on my books.
"Brittany? Britt!"
I snapped back to reality when I heard Quinn's voice ripping me from my thoughts. "W-what?" I looked around and I realized the cab has stopped and we were outside our house. I opened the door and stepped outside followed by Quinn after she paid the cabbie.
We started to head towards our house and I just wished that I was in the privacy of my bedroom already. Free from Quinn's studying and knowing eyes. I reached for the keys to unlock the front door when Quinn said, "Can anyone enter in your university Britt?"
My hands shook a bit but I held my composure. I tried not to over think what she asked. It's just a simple question that needed a simple answer. "I guess. Why do you ask?" I finally opened the door and we both stepped outside. We headed to the kitchen and I dropped my stuff in the dinner table while Quinn did the same. She rummaged the fridge and took out something that I guess will be our dinner for tonight.
"Oh nothing. I just thought it was a private university and one wouldn't be allowed to enter without any official business." She said simply. I pondered on what she was saying but I still don't get why she's asking this stuff to me so I asked, "I don't understand Quinn."
She stopped what she was doing and she came closer to me. I suddenly became conscious on how I was reacting and my heart once again doubled its speed for no apparent reason. But I guess it knows I'm guilty and it fears that being this close to Quinn would give away my secret.
"I just want you to be careful Britt." A stern look was written all over her face and there was something in her eyes that I can only describe as unmerciful.
"Be careful of what?" I seriously don't know what she's talking about but a part of me had this feeling that I really know what it is.
"I just saw someone that I did not want to see ever in my entire life. Is she working there?" At this moment, everything was clear to me. I know there was fear in my eyes and I hope to god she didn't catch on. I feigned my innocence as I said, "Who?"
"Santana Lopez." There was tone of coldness in her voice that sent chills down my spine. Like the name was so disgusting and it sounds so wrong coming out of her mouth. It made me fear my sister even more.
When I didn't reply, she continued. "If ever she's working there, I want you to make sure that you never speak with her or even be in the same room with her. Don't even make eye contact. Treat her as if she doesn't exist. You understand me?"
I had no choice but to nod my head. The thought of being with Santana openly was starting to disappear from my mind. I swallowed thickly as I tried to make an argument. "But what if she became my professor or something?" I asked hypothetically.
There was a sharp look of hatred in Quinn's eyes that I think could cut anything that she stared at. "Then drop the class. I don't care if you have to repeat a year, I'd gladly pay for it. I just don't want you anywhere near that… that… devil."
Quinn turned her back from me and I started to gather my stuff to have an excuse to get out of the room.
I was used to Quinn calling Santana dirty and cruel names before but I didn't bat an eyelash. Now, it stings like arrows were shot straight to my heart. That was my girlfriend she was talking about! If she was another person… I wouldn't think twice to defend Santana. If only Quinn was a different person… then maybe… I wouldn't be here in my room bawling my eyes out trying to convince myself that Santana and I are going to be okay.
SANTANA'S POV
I haven't heard from Brittany after the incident at the university. She hasn't answered any of my calls and messages and frankly I am starting to get seriously worried.
What sucks about this relationship is that I can't even come up to her house and check up on her nor I don't have anyone to ask how she's doing. Goddamnit!
What was Quinn doing there anyway? What would've happened if I went there some seconds earlier then she caught us? What would she do to Britt?
All of these questions tormented me endlessly. When will things look up for me? For us?
I threw my phone on my bed out of frustration. Suddenly, it rang and I dived hastily to reach for it. Thank God.
"Hey Britt~" I said breathlessly. There was no response. "Britt? Hello?" I called out but I only heard heavy breathing and sniffling noises from the other end. "Hey, are you crying?" A tone of worry was evident in my voice. I had to ask even if I knew the answer. There was a slight coughing noise and I finally I heard the voice that I anxiously wanted to hear. "Hey." She said in a muffled voice, surely from all the crying.
"What happened babe? Why are you crying?" I asked. The frustration was welling up inside me. I wanted to see her so bad. I wanted to be there to comfort her, to hug her, to wipe all her tears away.
"Nothing San. It's just that I really miss you." She said sweetly despite the sadness that coated her voice.
"I miss you too. Why won't you tell me the problem?" I asked insistently. I don't want to sit here and do nothing while the love of my life was probably suffering because of me.
"It's just that… I wanted us to be free from this… this… I don't know… I feel like I'm imprisoned, like I can't do anything unless I have her permission." I sighed. "San, I really really want to be with you. I want to do things with you in public. I want to be free." She said and I felt longing for those things as well. I certainly can feel her pain.
"I know babe. I want that for us too. You don't know how badly I want it. We just have to be strong Britt. We can get through this." I said as comfortingly as I can.
"I don't know what to do anymore San. All these pain is too much. It feels like giving up would be less painful."
"No! Don't say that! I won't ever let you go so don't you ever give up okay? Please, promise me that." My heart pounded as I waited for her answer.
"Okay." She said weakly but she didn't promise.
I dragged myself to my office the next morning. All these problems with Brittany were taking all I had and the thought that she might give up on us makes me feel sick to my stomach. I'm starting to think that being happy is a foreign concept to me. My life just enjoys the drama.
The journey to the office was a blur. Before I knew it, I'm already sitting at my desk, reviewing some papers that I don't even understand. The words didn't make any sense. I had to reread several lines because my eyes just passed them without registering anything in my brain.
I didn't realize I was spaced out until a hand was waving in front of my face. I looked up and saw the most beautiful woman in the world. "Am I dead?" I said bluntly.
A light chuckle filled my ears which was equivalent to hallelujahs from heaven. "Where did that come from?" I blinked my eyes rapidly and focused completely on Brittany who was standing in front of my desk.
"You look awful." She said with a tight lipped smile.
"Well, you look awful yourself." I said making it sound like a compliment. She smiled and rounded my table to be beside me. I swiveled my chair so that I was facing her. She suddenly lowered herself to my lap, enveloping her arms on my neck. I automatically supported her with my arms which were wrapped around her waist. I nuzzled my face into her neck, inhaling her scent but she pushed me away from her body. Instead, she cupped my cheek and started peppering kisses all over my face.
I chuckled but I couldn't risk it. "Britt, someone might come in."
"I locked the door." She assured me.
"But the other parts of the door are made from glass. They can still see us." I said worried that she might get into trouble.
"So? You're the boss aren't you?" She smirked evilly at me. I returned the smirk while raising my eyebrows. "I'm not a good influence on you am I?"
We both laughed at our silliness. But after a few seconds she let out a sigh. "I wish we could this more often."
"Yeah." I breathed out almost defeatedly. "Have you thought of a way on how to tell Quinn?" Brittany shook her head. "Every time I'm having the courage to do it, she always finds a way to shut me up. Like she's trying to make me fear her even more without intending to do it."
I didn't respond for a moment for I was lost in my thoughts. She didn't say a word as well. Brittany was staring at the floor, spaced out.
Then something came up.
"Hey, didn't you say that your sister is dating someone?"
"You mean Rachel?"
"Yeah. What happened with that?" I asked.
Brittany scrunched up her eyebrows. "I don't know exactly. Quinn doesn't tell us about her private life anymore. Especially when it comes to the person she dates."
"Alright, but after she had a date that night with that Rachel girl, did you notice anything different about her?" I hopefully asked.
Brittany seemed to be lost in her thoughts again. "Well, she was smiling a lot lately. She was also singing loudly in the shower like she used to when you two were…" My angel's face suddenly lit up and I swear I just saw a light bulb lit up on top of her head.
She shook her head disbelievingly. "You're a genius baby." Then she rewarded me with a mind blowing kiss.
BRITTANY'S POV
Why didn't it ever crossed my brain before? It was like the answer was in front of my face and I've been blind and stupid not to see it! The solution is: RACHEL BERRY.
I just have to find a way to get her number.
I sat comfortably on the couch, pretending to read a book, while watching Quinn go about the house. She was cleaning for some reason. So I called her out, "Are we gonna have a visitor?" Quinn halted her ministrations to answer my question. "Uhh… yeah… Rachel's coming over."
"Tonight?"
"Uhuh… Why so interested Britt?" She asked as she continued dusting off some figurines.
"Oh nothing." I played it off, trying not to sound interested.
"Is she going to stay?" Nick descended on the stairs, clearly he was listening to the conversation going on the living room.
"No, she's just picking me up." Quinn patiently replied to our inquiries. "Seriously guys, what's up?"
Nick and I exchanged a knowing look. "We're just concerned about you Quinn." I said smiling, and answering for Nick, who nodded his head.
Quinn reciprocated the smile. She dropped the feather duster while heading to the stairs, "Thanks guys. Imma take a shower. I have to get ready." She passed Nick and ruffled his hair which pissed him off.
When Quinn was gone and I heard the door slam from upstairs, I stood up and searched for my sister's phone. Nick watched me confused, "Uhh.. What are you doing?" I shushed him and said, "Just look for Quinn's phone."
"Why?"
"Just do it please? I'll explain later." Nick obliged and in no time, we found the damn thing.
"Oh god, there's a password. I'm so screwed." I huffed, almost giving up until Nick snatched the phone from my hands.
"Why do you need this for anyway?"
"I just need to get Rachel's phone number." Nick's eyes widened. "Sis… No…", his voice low in shock and disbelief. I gave him a quizzical look.
"I didn't want to think this before but… You really do have a thing for Quinn's girl friends!" It's my turn to widen my eyes.
"WHAT?" I became aware of how loud my voice was and I feared Quinn would hear it so I whispered, "No Nick! That's just wrong! I'm in love with Santana! Just her!"
"Then why do you need Rachel's number?"
"I just want to talk to her." I relayed my plan to him in the most quiet voice I had and he listened intently. He seemed to like my plan because in no time, the phone was back in my hands but this time it was open.
"How did you—?"
"Sis, you know how Quinn is sentimental. So it's not easy to guess that her password is our birthdays." I chuckled at his genius.
"I love you Nick."
"Love you too sis." I ruffled his hair like Quinn did. "You guys have to stop that!" I laughed at him heartedly and proceeded to complete the mission at hand.
