I don't have enough apologies for how long this update took. Family issues and school work have gotten in the way of writing. Luckily I'm back and the next chapter is already halfway done!
"Santana!" I heard Brittany yell. I got up quickly not wanting whoever did this was so hurt her. I push Brittany behind me and look at the culprit. I raise my fist and hit him right in the eye. He yelped out in pain before kicking me right in the ribs. I fell to the ground again.
"Brittany run!" I yelled as she just looked at me with horror and tears.
"You're not going anywhere, give me the food!" He yelled. I got a good look at him, he was definitely homeless.
"Our friend is hurt, we need this stuff." I lied as he pulled me up and pulled out a knife and held it against my neck.
"You're lying!" He said pressing it just hard enough to draw blood.
Brittany was standing there scared and heartbroken.
"Give me the bags blondie!" he yelled towards her.
"Please don't hurt her." She sobbed handing the bags slowly toward him. As he held out his hand with the knife to get the bags I quickly grabbed the knife with my hand spinning around kicking him as hard as I could right in the groin. He hit the ground hard and he didn't look like he was getting up anytime soon. I grabbed her hand and started running. When we were out of range Brittany halted in the middle of the sidewalk. She broke down and started sobbing hard. I pulled her into a tight hug.
"We're ok." I whispered. As her crying softened she finally looked at me. Her eyes went wide.
"You're hand!" she pointed down. I hadn't even noticed it was badly cut. It must have happened when I grabbed the knife out of his hand. "And your neck is bleeding!" she cried.
"I'm fine," I lied, my hand and my ribs hurt like hell. "Let's just get back and deal with it there." I said walking towards her building but she tugged my good hand.
"We need to go to the hospital." She said in monotone.
"No, it's ok, there are people who are way more hurt there that need help." I said.
"Santana...please. If we don't go then we should call the police and tell them what happened then you have to let Rachel and I take care of these cuts." she explained.
"Ok. When we get back I'll call the police." I said
"No! We need to go right now so they still have evidence. Do you ever watch crime shows? The first thing people mistakenly do is go home and wash off all the evidence then the police have a harder time catching the guy!"
"Ok, well I have the knife so maybe that will help?" I questioned.
"Yes, so it's settled then, we will go to the police station then go home, but we should probably call Rachel first." I suggested.
"I'll call her from the station after you're done giving your statement." she said.
"Ok, let's go, it's actually not that far away." I pointed in the direction.
We went in the police station and they were very nice about everything. They even cleaned up my cuts and gave us both cups of coffee. Brittany didn't tell Rachel the story about what happened, she just told her it would take a lot longer than expected and that we were fine. When we got back to the apartment Rachel was pacing the apartment.
"There you are! What the hell happened to you?!" she yelled worried.
"I'm fine. This asshole homeless guy tried to take our stuff. When did the power come back on?" I said dropping the bags on the counted. Rachel saw the blood on the bags and grabbed my hand examining it.
"You're going to need stitches." She said
"No I don't it's not that deep, it looks worse than it is. Plus the police department said I should be fine. So when did the power come back on?" She completely ignored my question again. I hadn't even noticed Brittany walked away. I took my hand back and walked toward the bedroom. Confused, I didn't see her in there. I walked back out and see the bathroom door closed. I turn the nob slowly.
"Brittany…?" I see her hunched over the toilet throwing up. I kneel down and rub her back.
"Why do bad things always happen to us?" she had tears running down her face. I walked toward her and put my arms around her waist.
"I don't have an answer for that but I can tell you that bad things happen to everyone. Actually a lot of shitty things happen to me so if you can't handle it then this won't work." I said honestly.
"It's not that I can't handle it. It's just annoying that these types of things happen to happy people. If you think that bad things are going to scare me away then you will be greatly disappointed." She smiled at me.
"Well that's good because I don't want you going anywhere." I leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips.
"Let's go relax in your room." she said
I raised my eyebrow at her. "In my room huh?" I winked.
"I just want to cuddle with you and make sure you're ok."
"Sureeee. I know your game Pierce."
"Ok. Fine. I want to kiss you too, but that's it!" she pulled me out of the bathroom and walked toward the bedroom. Rachel stopped us immediately.
"Santana I really think you should get a doctor to check you out."
"I'm fine! The police officers are very familiar with these types of things and they said I'll be fine so stop asking about it!" I raised my voice at her.
"I'm sorry...I'm just worried about you."
"I know, but trust me on this, I. Am. Ok. So Brittany and I are going to take a nap and wait for the weather to get better." I said taking her hand and leading her toward the room. We both changed into dry clothes and walked toward the bed.
"Do you want to shower or anything? I feel kind of dirty so..." she said shyly.
"Brittany Pierce, are you suggesting we take a shower together?" I raised my eyebrow at her.
"Well yeah but you don't have to if you don't want to."
"Honestly, I'm just really tired right now so all I want to do is kiss you and sleep."
"Oh...that's ok I'll just hop in the shower and be right back, ok?" she said
"Ok, I'll wait for you." I said slipping under the covers.
"You better!" she said as she walked out the door.
It felt like hours before she returned from her shower. She walked in towel around her looking all shiny and hot. It took everything in me not to jump her right then.
"You stayed awake. I'm glad." she walked over to the bed and removed her towel. My eyes widened as she slid in next to me.
"Um...Britt?" I asked.
"Yeah?"
"You are...naked."
"Yeah you better get used to it. The less clothes the better." She said putting her arm around my waist and pulling me closer.
"I love this…you know I love this, but I need you to put something on." I said closing my eyes not wanting to see her response.
"Oh yeah? Why's that?" she said leaning in and kissing me on the lips.
"I need you to put clothes on before I do something I regret."
"I just want to thank you for saving me today." She kissed me again but didn't let me pull away.
"Mmm Britt…" I moved my hands to her lower back.
"Is your hand ok?" She asked in between kisses. I abruptly stopped making her look at me.
"My hand? What?" I was confused. She couldn't be suggesting that we have sex could she?
"Yeah, your hand, is it ok?"
"I don't think we should do that right now." I regretted saying that immediately after saying it. The look she gave me was heartbreaking.
"Oh…yeah ok. Sorry I even suggested it." She got off the bed and started putting clothes on.
"Wait. I'm sorry. It's not that I don't want to. It's just that I'm exhausted and I'm still in shocked from what happened earlier. I don't want you to do this because you feel the need to thank me." I came up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist.
"We could have died today."
"But we didn't and that's all that matters." I said
"Yeah but it made me realize if we did die I would have never got the chance to make love to you again. It was stupid of me to suggest that, of course your hand hurts." She still didn't turn around.
"It's not stupid. When that guy threatened you all I could think about was how I might never get the chance to tell you how much you mean to me." I said making her turn around to look at me.
"Maybe we should continue this conversation after we get some sleep. I don't want you to say something because of what happened today." She pulled my hand toward the bed.
"Yeah, you're probably right," I said and settled in behind her putting my arms around her waist. "Shit! Do you think I should call my mom and tell her what happened?" I asked
"She's coming next week, just tell her then so she doesn't worry." She said sleepily.
"I don't know…she'll be really pissed I didn't tell her sooner."
"Then call her, but don't say I didn't warn you."
"Ok, sorry if you're trying to fall asleep." I said reaching over to grab my phone.
"It's ok, I can't wait for her to tell you she's coming sooner because of it."
"I don't think she'd do that." I held the phone up to my ear and she answered after the first ring.
"Santana! Are you ok? You never call me unless you are crying or you need money…"
"I'm fine mom, and I'm not crying. I just wanted to call you and tell you Britt and I sort of ran into a situation earlier…" I closed my eyes because I knew she was going to pry.
"And what sort of situation was this?"
"Well since you brightly told her not to let me leave her sight that's exactly what she did. We ran out of food so I said I would go to the store real quick and get a few things an-"she interrupted me.
"Good for her! I don't need you getting into trouble, honey you shouldn't have gone out in that weather anyways. It's not safe! How many times do I have to tell you this?"
"Umm that's the thing…"
"What thing? What the hell happened? You said you were ok! Is it Brittany?! Oh god, please tell me she isn't hurt." I heard Brittany chuckle and turn around to face me.
"Would you let me finish the story? Brittany isn't hurt ok?" I reassured her.
"Ok sorry, continue."
"Alright so when we got to the store we bought a few things and on our way back is when we ran into a little trouble. Umm…this homeless guy sort of hit me in the face and then pulled out a knife and threatened Brittany. He cut my neck a little but I beat his ass and we went to the police station and they said they are confident they'll catch the guy."
"He cut your neck?! Why didn't you go to the hospital!" she yelled as I pulled my phone away from my face. Brittany was smirking give me the 'I told you so' look.
"The cops said I would be fine. They wrapped my hand and cleaned my neck so no need to worry."
"You never said anything about your hand. Why aren't you telling me the whole story? You know what; tell me when I get there. I'm booking my flight right now. I'll see you in a few hours." She sounded completely serious. Brittany covered her mouth with her hands and started laughing.
"What?! Mom, don't come here yet! I don't even think they are letting flights in until the storm passes. We are fine mom, really. You can come next week, just like you planned." I tried convincing her.
"No way, I just booked my flight and there aren't any weather issues so I'll meet you at your apartment ok?" I let out a deep breath.
"Ok mom. I'll see you then."
"Alright, I love you Santana. Be good."
"I love you too. Have a safe flight." I hung up and didn't even dare looking at Brittany.
"Well…she's coming in a few hours so I better get back to my place." She turned around and kissed me hard on the lips. Just as I was about to pull away she grabbed the back on my neck pulling me close to her.
"Britt-" she kept kissing me "You are coming back to my apartment with me. You know that right?"
"I am?" she asked cheerfully
"Uhhh yeah. Did you think I was going to deal with my mother all by myself?"
"Well I did warn you she would come here if you told her…"
"Please! Please just come and stay with me until she leaves. I'll owe you big time ok? Plus she really wants to see you."
"Ok ok, fine. You're lucky I love your mom."
"Just my mom huh?"
"And you. I love you also." She smiled and kissed me sweetly before getting out of bed and packing a bag.
"Do you need any help packing?"
"No, could you tell Rachel what's happening though?" she asked
"Sure." I walked out of her room and didn't see Rachel so I walked toward her bedroom and knocked on her door.
"Come in." she said
I walked in and sat next to her on her bed.
"So my mom knows what happened and is coming here in a few hours."
"That's great! I love your mom!"
"No I meant—not here, she's staying at my place and…so is Brittany." I tried to sneak in the last part without her noticing.
"Wait what? Brittany is moving in with you?!" she said in a high squeaky voice.
"Shhhh! God, do you have to be so loud? She isn't moving in with me, she's just staying with me until my mom leaves."
"Oh. Well good luck with that."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"I mean that once you get the feel of Brittany staying at your place, you're probably not going to want her to leave."
"What? That's ridiculous. She's stayed at my place twice already. I think I can handle it."
"Are you sure about this? You don't even know how long your mom is staying here."
"It'll be fine. Plus I need her to take care of me, not my mom."
"Ok, well text me when you get there so I know you didn't die."
"Will do. See you later." I said as I walked out of her room and back into Brittany's. I noticed her bag on the bed.
"Hey, you ready?" I asked
"Yeah let's go. Is it still raining outside?"
I took a quick peek outside. The clouds were a dark gray but it wasn't raining at the moment.
"Not right now but it looks like it'll start any minute now so we better get going."
"Ok good. Is Rachel ok with this?"
"Yeah she's fine with it. Let's go."
"Do we have to pick up your mom from the airport?"
"Well considering I don't have a car here, that would be pretty difficult."
"Mmm I bet your mother loves your sarcasm just as much as I do." She said grabbing her bag and heading out the front door.
When we got back to my apartment Brittany walked in behind me and placed her bag on the couch.
"What are you doing?" I asked raising my eyebrow at her.
"I'm settling in on the couch…"
"Couch? No, you're staying in my room with me silly."
"What? Are you sure that's ok? I don't want your mom to get the wrong idea."
"You're my girlfriend Brittany. She isn't going to get the wrong idea. I'll tell her you're staying with me until I feel safe sleeping alone again."
"Wow, that sounds like a well thought out lie." She chuckled
"Well…it's not exactly a lie. I actually would feel better knowing you are here with me. Safe." I said walking toward her and grabbing her bag for her.
"So…what does this mean?"
"It means I want you to fall asleep with me until you get sick of me." I walked into my bedroom and put her bag in the walk-in closet.
"Santana, you know I'm safe at Rachel's right?" she walked up behind me.
"I know. I just want to be able to protect you whenever I can." I turned around to face her.
"You don't always need to protect me. Don't get me wrong though, I love it when you get all protective but I don't want you getting hurt again." She grabbed my cut hand and kissed it softly.
"I'd do anything for you Brittany."
"That's what scares me."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, I know you'd do anything for me just like I'd do anything for you. I'd freaking die for you Santana but I don't want you to do the same. I can't lose you ever again."
"I'd die for you to you know. I also don't want you dying on me either but it's nice to know you'd take a bullet for me." I smiled leaning in and kissing her.
"I love you Santana, of course I'd take a bullet for you. Multiple bullets actually." She laughed
"Thank you, but I don't ever want you taking multiple bullets for me or any bullets for that matter."
"I want you to feel safe to."
"I do feel safe, when I'm with you. And now I really need to take a shower and take a nap before my mom gets here so feel free to fall asleep without me I won't take too long."
"Ok, what time does she fly in?"
"I'm not sure. She said she'd call me when she is in the cab on her way here."
"I'm probably going to fall asleep while you're in the shower."
"That's ok; I'll be right behind you." I walked in my bathroom not bothering to shut the door. Part of me wanted her to join me but she just showered like an hour ago. As I enjoyed my warm shower I thought about how my mom would react to Brittany staying with me. When I got out of the shower Brittany was fast asleep cuddled against one of my pillows. I put some silk pajamas on and got into bed with her.