A/N: Short chap.. I'm sorry but the next one will be a longer one. Also check out my new story- Through the glass.
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Santana went home that night, and kept a low profile. She had a massive hangover to deal with the next day on account of the amount she'd had to drink. She hadn't spoken to either Laura or Brittany. She felt guilty about Laura, and then stunned that Brittany and she had kissed. It was crazy and beautiful and just so natural. For a moment they went back to yesterday and Santana felt a thrill that she hadn't felt in a really long time.
She made up her mind that evening, calling Brittany and asked if she could come over after she was done for the day. Santana found herself at Brittany's door a few hours later. She knocked and Brittany opened the door. But she wasn't the bubbly, exuberant Brittany she was used to, she looked tired and sad. "Hey. What's wrong?" she asked immediately. Brittany just gave her a tired smile and held the door open for her to come in. They walked to one of the rooms and Brittany stood by the door while Santana sat on the edge of the bed. The tension in the air was palpable. Santana was puzzled, this wasn't quite what she expected, but then again she wasn't quite sure what she expected to begin with.
"Santana, I'm sorry" Brittany sighed, wringing her hands. At Santana's confused expression she continued, "I didn't mean for that to happen, I hated that he spoke to you like that. And mostly I'm sorry I screwed things up with you and Laura. I told her not to go after you and she… uh.. I don't think she liked that very much."
Santana just nodded. "We haven't really spoken since then. I've been kinda avoiding her." She said guiltily.
Brittany just looked down at her shoes, and Santana couldn't make out her expression. "I'm sorry I behaved like that. I was drunk and pissed off and I have rage. But that's not an excuse Britt, I'm sorry I embarrassed you and the hobbit in front of all your friends. See I just saw red when you told me that and I guess it was instinct." Santana said in a rush, her words falling over each other in their hurry to get out. She kept her eyes level, staring at a spot on the wall because she couldn't afford to break right here in front of Brittany. She felt rather than heard Brittany move till she was kneeling before her. "Instinct?" she questioned with the ghost of a smile.
Santana nodded. "It was instinct…to protect you…..like in high school." She whispered.
She saw something in Brittany's face change subtly and she knew she had blown it.
Brittany moved away to sit on the floor, her back to the wall. "You don't NEED to protect me Santana. We aren't in high school anymore, I have kinda managed by myself for all this while without your help. Besides you have a girlfriend." Brittany said wearily.
Santana's eyes snapped to Brittany's face trying to make out what the blonde was thinking but she just looked tired and dejected. "Britt…." Santana began.
"What do you want from me Santana?" Brittany asked.
"I…uh… I dunno" Santana said lamely
"Well maybe you need to think about it. Cos I think everyone's a little tired of trying to guess." Brittany whispered, her tone signaling that the conversation was over.
Santana walked out in bewilderment.
"What was that thing with Brittany at Rachel's party the other night?" Laura asked in a quiet voice, a dangerous voice.
"Look I already explained Laura, I'm sorry I overreacted. I get mad when I'm drunk and I took it out on that douchebag. I didn't mean to make a scene or ruin the party." Santana said angrily
"You don't get mad Santana, you cry. And I don't care that you made a scene, it's the person because of whom you made the scene, that I have a problem with." Laura replied
"Are we really doing this again? C'mon Laura, gimme a break, this guy was harassing her and I yelled at him, that's all." Santana declared
"You slapped him Santana, I have never seen you like that… you were furious. And when he insulted her you tried to hit him again like you were trying to defend her honor or something." Laura insisted.
Santana fought back panic because that was exactly what she was doing. Like she said earlier, it was pure instinct, she protected Brittany on instinct, there was nothing to think about. "It's not like that" she mumbled.
"She's more than a friend Santana. I've known you a long time and I've seen you around Kurt, Rachel and even Blaine and you never behave this way around them. Just what is Brittany to you?" Laura spat angrily.
Santana thought about that. She had no idea how to answer that. At one time Brittany was everything to Santana and now… now they were complicated. "She's… she's a…" Santana tried to explain, but ended up stuttering.
"Do you love her Santana?" Laura asked suddenly cutting her off.
Santana didn't need to think about THAT one. That answer would be the same no matter how many times it was asked or by whom, the same since she was 17, and she didn't think it would ever change.
She whispered "Yes"