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"So basically he told you to cuddle up to her as much as possible?" Quinn seemed disappointed.
"Exactly Q. Good you got that too. But haven't you been listening to me at all? He said it's improvement and you haven't said anything at all about the whole she-grabbed-my-pinky-like-old-times-thing." Santana was slightly taken aback by Quinn's lack of enthusiasm.
"Well San I'm really happy that she has made progress but it's been six months til anything happened at all. For all I know she could be back to lifeless in a matter of seconds. Don't get me wrong I'm so happy that her condition seems to improve but I can't get my hopes up so that they are crushed again. I can't lose one of my best friends again. It hurts enough as it is. You of all people should understand this San."
"Q you of all people should understand that I am willing to hope for everything and cling to anything that shows even in the slightest a possibility for her to recover. She is it Q. I mean I never told her really but she is everything I ever wanted. And now after we have just really got each other she was ripped away. But I'm willing to wait and if I have to wait until I'm old and wrinkly I will. We can't abandon hope. We have to be the ones to be strong for her Q. Of course we will be down if it turns out that this was just a phase and she begins to shut off completely again, but until it comes to this we have to fight for her. Right now she can't fight for herself. She has given up. How can we demand that she snaps out of it and begins to hope for better days when we are not willing to do that?"
Quinn was speechless and felt awful. The Latina was right. They had to be strong for Brittany. Santana lay her heart out there ready for it to be crushed if Brittany didn't get better. And when she thinks about it Santana had so much more to lose than she had. Sure Brittany was one of her best friends but can you bare to lose the person you love since you were six?
"So San can I call you my girlfriend now?" Brittany insisted and Santana blushed furiously.
"I guess we are girlfriends now." Santana heard a childish squeal from the blonde as she crashed their lips together.
"Finally. You don't know how long I have waited for this. I mean after we moved to New York I thought you would come around soon. But it has surprisingly enough taken you five months of beating around the bush and ogling me while you thought I wasn't looking." If possible the Latina blushed even deeper.
"I didn't ogle you." Santana tried to imitate Brittany's famous pout which made the blonde laugh.
"Really San you will never ever master that pout."
"Fine but still let's not dwell on the past I mean I am here now to tell you that I want to be with you."
"Yeah and it makes me incredibly happy. We can take the next steps together and see what the future has in store for us." Santana smirked at that " You have been reading way to many Science-Fiction novels. You start sounding like those omniscent narrators from Star Trek."
"Am not. How do you manage it to always ruin the mood? I mean I was just telling you that I'm looking forward to our future and.. " she was silenced with a passionate kiss.
"I know Britt, and I feel the same."
"Santana? Are you still there? I'm sorry about what I said I know you are right. I'm just really scared for Britt. Say something. Please. Fine bitch I'm hanging up!" Before Santana was back from her little flashback Quinn had already hung up and was now royally pissed for sure. The Latina looked around her eyes scanning for Brittany. The apartment they shared used to be so warm and homey to her. Nowadays it seemed more like a prison than anything else. But when she thought back to this morning and Brittany holding onto her pinky it gave her the strength to actually see all the good memories that lay here. Although Britt and Santana had only been dating offically for 3 weeks before the incident happened they had been best friends for much longer that. There were happy memories everywhere in the apartment and the Latina was determined to hold onto them.
Brittany had been lying in bed all day and as cuddling was now an official therapy exercise she slid in next to her and started to gather her in a tight embrace. Just like all these times before when Brittany was younger and would only fall back to sleep if the Latina hold her as tight as she could protecting her from everything and nothing at the same time.
"You know Britts even though I don't really now if you can hear me and we have not been dating long I want to tell you that I love you. I missed my chance before the incident. Fuck it let's call it by the name before this psycho came into the dance studio and decided just because he was off the crew he could go on a bloody rampage. I don't know exactly what happened there and I may never fully understand the pain that you are enduring but you have to know that no one blames you. We just want you back. I want you back. I miss your smile in the morning, you dancing around the living room hell I even miss you scolding Lord Tubbington for smoking. Come back to me," Santana whispered into her ear while softly stoking her blonde hair. Before she even knew it she had started singing into Brittany's ear. A concert just for the two of them.
"Come with me my love
To the sea
The sea of love
I want to tell you
How much I love you
Do you remember
When we met?
That's the day I knew you were my pet
I want to tell you
How much I love you
Come with me my love
To the sea
The sea of love
I want to tell you
How much I love you"
Everything was red again but just as last time there was this warmth. And this time she thought she could her a voice. Not his growl and the banging of his gun. It was a soothing voice. It lulled her in. All the screaming in her head subsided. They weren't screaming anymore. They weren't bleeding anymore. All was still except for the voice. It was so soothing and familiar. She wanted to see who it was she wanted to remember where it came from and why it made her feel so at home. She was struggling against everything her body told her. Her body wanted her to shut down to lay still because this seemed like the easiest way to hide from the pain that lay even deeper in her mind than the space she had fled to. But know there was this voice and this warmth and it was more soothing than any denial had been so far. She began to ask herself if it has been there all the time. If she had just been to far away to notice it.
Santana felt Brittany squirming in her arms. She was struggling against an invisible force. She didn't now what to do so she just held her tighter and put her hand on her head hoping that her slow heart beat would calm her down. Not the case at all. It made everything worse. If it wasn't for Santana's hold on the blonde she would be thrashing about on the bed. Santana began singing again trying to calm the blonde.
Brittany was thinking really hard. There was the voice again. Why couldn't she recognize it? She wanted to remember so badly. She realized that if she wanted to find the voice she had to go back to the dance studio. But right in this moment she didn't care. She wanted to remember, to recognize this voice. She looked around and she was again in the dance studio all around her were corpses and it hurt. It hurt so bad and she felt guilty more than ever in her life. Still she had to go on cause behind this was the voice and the person she wanted to get back to. She had climbed over the corpses and was at the door. She felt cold metal press against her temple. "Where do you think you're going?" It was his voice. Brittany froze. Would she be able to open the door before he pulled the trigger?
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