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Time is a curious thing. Have you ever noticed that when you enjoy yourself time seems to fly by? But when you have the shittiest time of your life it seems to stretch infinite?
That's exactly what Santana was experiencing right now. Somewhere in town her best-friend, her girlfriend, she would even dare to say soul mate was fighting for herself, for them and she could do nothing.
It was more than agonizing. Especially at night it was hard to hold the thoughts at bay. Thoughts of Brittany and Danny happily spending time at his place. Though she knew Brittany wouldn't cheat on her or betray her the thoughts still remained. Buried within deeper parts of her soul. Parts she hid. From herself. From others. Too ugly for anyone to see.
Brittany has arrived at Danny's three days ago. Without questioning he took her in. She always wondered what it would have been like to have siblings. If she had to put her finger on it she would have said Danny was the caring big brother she never had.
Danny hasn't asked her about anything until now.
"Okay Britt I have kept shut for almost three days. You have to talk to me eventually. Did you fight with Santana?" The blonde took a deep breath.
"I told her." It was whispered but Danny heard it.
"Did she kick you out?" Danny's voice was surprised and his eyes widened comically.
"No. It's just that... She was great but I can't be with her right now. Since I told her everything is coming back to me but it's just so... arghh I don't know.."
"Overwhelming" Danny suggested. And Brittany just nodded.
"It's so frustrating. I mean on the one hand I'm healing because I start to really feel again. It's like there are some parts of me returning but on the other hand this shame and feeling of being dirty seems to magnify as well. I just... whenever she touches me now I'm reminded of him and feel sick and twisted. Like I don't deserve her touch. But I can't tell her that. She has endured so much because of me."
Danny nodded in understanding.
"That's why you are here? But tell me how come you feel safer here with me a man instead with your girlfriend?"
Brittany looked at him like he had grown two heads.
"I never said I didn't feel safe with her. If I asked her to she would divide the apartment so that we wouldn't have to touch or even see each other anymore. But I don't want this for us. And well living with her under one roof, sleeping in the same bed.. It's just too intimate. So leaves living with you. I do it because trust you."
Danny felt his chest swell a little at the last statement. Although he was a therapist in disguise he still cared for Brittany and hearing she trusted him was like a accolade considering what she has been through and how long they knew each other.
"Okay Britt I see where you are coming from and I'm honored that you trust me. As well as I know you don't want to go to a therapist but what do you think will happen when you don't? Do you think all will just get better by getting a little bit distance? I mean Santana wasn't your problem to begin with. You have to face this shit head on. And you know that better than me."
Of course she knew. But she just couldn't. Every time she thought of a therapist his face would show up and she would her him say "I just want to help you. This is for your best.".
How should could she trust someone claiming that again?
"Earth to Brittany?" Danny's voice broke through her thoughts.
"Sorry I was just thinking what did you say?"
"I said I know a therapist. He's a great guy and I think you two could work together. I mean if you want to I can come with you and make sure he doesn't do anything if you feel safer?" Brittany had to smile. Danny was really too nice.
"I'll think about it. Thank you Danny for being honest with me. I'm going to bed. We'll talk later."
"Brittany wait. There is something I should tell you. About me."
Her phone rang. But Santana had fallen asleep on the couch which meant she needed at least two minutes to get up and get there. She got up slowly and picked up her phone.
"Hello?" her voice was laced with sleep.
"Hello Santana this is Danny. We have to talk." His voice was calm but she could detect a hint of discomfort.
"Is it about Britt? Is she alright? I swear to god I'll go all Lima Heights on your sorry as if something happened to her." Before the Latina got a chance to indulge further into methods to punish Danny he interrupted her.
"Santana calm down. Britt is fine. It's just..Well... I told her all about me. Like that I'm a therapist hired by your humble self and all of that."
The Latina took a big breath. She knew she had gone behind Brittany's back with hiring Danny but she knew why she did it and as she watched the blondes progress she didn't question her decision any more. The thing is that she wanted to talk with Brittany about it to make her understand that this decision was made in her best interest and not to harm her in any way.
"You had no right to do that Danny. You were supposed to be her crutch when others couldn't. Don't you know what you have done? She is so frightened of therapists and you should know that." Santana was furious. What if Britt hated her now? It was supposed to be when she is ready and not on one of her crucial points in recovery.
"Santana calm down. I told her why you did it and she wasn't really upset about it. She even considered going to a therapist. Well she doesn't know but I plan to take her to my office hours and do some digging. I hope now that I can be more obvious about m goals I can help her better."
Santana was speechless. And a little bit jealous. How could Danny be the person Brittany could open up like that after only three days? Well they had been meeting quite regular but she was still her girlfriend. Her best friend? This hurt more than Santana was ready to admit. More than she had anticipated. She knew how horrible it was that she felt this way because she should be happy that Brittany got better.. but she wanted to be the one to help her. The one she could trust. She didn't knew why she did it but she just hung up on Danny. She didn't want to have to deal with any of this.
She grabbed her jacket and made her way out of her apartment and into the nearest pub. After her was it tenth? Or had she gone further already? she didn't know shot of tequila she felt slightly better. Alcohol helped her take the edge off. She wanted to leave but her legs felt like jelly so she decided to call Quinn to pick her up. She was drunk and not stupid.
"Qwinn, come pick me up!" Santana was full on slurring already. She hadn't drunk that much since Brittany's incident and the alcohol was clearly trying to take over and prevent her from forming coherent sentences.
"God Santana are you drunk? Where are you?" Quinn's voice was stern, not that Santana cared.
"I'm at a pub. So come pick me up." Quinn knew that Santana wasn't really listening and she wouldn't get any valuable information out of her anymore so she tried another tactic.
"Santana give your phone to the bartender and let me speak to him." The drunk Latina did as she was told, wobbled over to the bartender and shoved the phone in his face.
"For you." The bartender looked surprised but took the phone.
After Quinn got the bartender to tell her where exactly her friend was she drove over to the pub. It was a rather small Irish Pub. Tables were kind of just set anywhere in the room where they fit. Nevertheless it didn't look messy. It added more to the charm of the place. It made it casual and more comfy. Like you didn't really have to fit in. Cause everything has just been set anywhere to begin with.
When she walked past the first table rows she saw the form of her friend sitting at the bar trying to convince the bartender to give her a last "slumber drink".
"Oh just come on Snuggles give me another shot and I'll never fucking bother you again." The bartender seemed amused by the Latina's antics which made Santana angry.
"Don't laugh at me. I'll swear to god I'll smash one of your balls if you laugh at me again." As if to prove her point the brunette tried to stand up to supposedly be more intimidating but failed miserably. Her knees gave in to the weight of her body and she would have faced the floor head first if it wasn't for Quinn and her freakishly strong grip.
"Okay San I think you had enough." She dragged Santana up and said quick thanks to the bartender.
Dragging Santana proved to be a quiet difficult task. The Latina saw no reason to support herself anymore and let her whole body weight crush into Quinn's arms.
"You are the best Q. Have I ever told you that? You are like blonde and awesome." Santana gave her a dopey smile.
If Quinn wasn't currently struggling to hold them up she would have laughed at the girl in her arms.
It was always the same. Before Santana turned into a sobbing mess when she was drunk she would be really sweet and attentive to people. Totally unlike sober HBIC Santana.
Breathing hard Quinn, now at her car, all but pushed the girl into it. She drove them to Santana's place. She knew the Latina wouldn't like to be somewhere else just in case Brittany got back. They hadn't really talked much since the other blonde moved out. Based at what condition Santana was in it definitely took it's toll on her friend.
Once she reached the apartment complex Quinn tried to wake the sleeping drunk beside her. Luckily enough she got Santana to almost walk back on her own into the apartment. Once in Santana crashed into the couch. Quinn lay down beside her friend on the couch and draped a blanket over them. She would feel awkward sleeping in Brittany's and Santana's bed and like this she would have a better eye at the brunette. As if on queue the Latina started to snivel. Quinn put her arm around her waist and cuddled closer in an attempt to soothe her.
She knew tomorrow would be time to talk. She closed her eyes hoping what lay ahead wasn't too rocky anymore. Cause honestly these two had enough coming to them. They didn't need or deserved any more drama.
Santana woke up to the smell of coffee and bacon. She opened her eyes slowly and got up. And that was the wrong move. Her head started to hurt like hell and she lay down again. She looked around. She lay on her couch and beside her on the table was a glass of water and a pill.
"So you came back from the dead? I'm pleasantly surprised." The teasing voice of none other than Quinn Fabray.
"Just take the aspirin drink your water and come join me in the kitchen for breakfast. I got us bacon." Even her voice lit up when mentioning bacon.
"Geez Fabray keep it in your pants. I have never seen anyone so obsessed with bacon. Sometimes I think you're going to spontaneously combust just from the smell of it." Quinn shot Santana a glare.
"I can't help that it's delicious. And well if you are able to pull of your snarky remarks your hangover can't be that bad which means you can join me for breakfast." With a huff she turned around and walked back into the kitchen.
Just as she was told Santana took her aspirin downed the water and followed the smell of bacon. She did have a hangover but she remembered that Quinn got her out of the pub and well a thanks was in order.
"So well.. just fuck it thanks for dragging my ass out of the pub and getting me home and you know." Quinn smirked at Santana.
"Is hell freezing over already? Has the daughter of Satan himself just apologized? To me a mere human?" Quinn laughed when she saw Santana blush slightly.
"Fuck you Fabray. Here I'm trying to thank you and all you have to do is make fun of me. And you people wonder why I hate this stuff." Santana tried to look angry but really she wasn't. This banter Quinn on her got going was friendly and if she was honest she loved it. But would never ever say this out loud.
"Don't be grumpy for I recall that I'm blonde and awesome and that should make up for it." Santana's blushed deepened as the words triggered a rather embarrassing memory. And she knew Quinn would tease her about it until the day she died.
"Yeah well Fabray if you don't want my apology that's fine just say so. Cause next time you won't be hearing anything from me." Santana huffed and Quinn's smirk turned into a genuine smile.
"Calm down S. You know I appreciate your apology." Quinn got over to Santana and hugged her lightly.
"You also know that we have to talk don't you?" The Latina nodded her head slightly and her shoulders sank down. Something was definitely up.
At the same time twenty minutes away from their apartment Brittany emerged from her bedroom. A good nights sleep and a lot of thinking had helped her. With a new found confidence in her step she made her way to the kitchen. Danny was sitting at the counter, sipping coffee and reading the newspaper. When the blonde entered he looked up. Her face must have shown that she wanted something from him because he put the newspaper down and turned his attention to the girl in front of him.
"We need to talk." Brittany's voice was firm and collected when she said it.
A/N: Kind of a cliffhanger isn't it? Sorry 'bout that. I'd love it if you guys reviewed. I'm always open for criticism, suggestions and/or praise ;)