They sat in Santana's car outside her house for what seemed like forever. They sat there in silence. "Take you time," Brittany said, placing a hand on Santana's shoulder. "I'm scared Britt Britt," Santana squeaked out, "What if they hate me?" "They won't," Brittany said, "You're the best person in the world." Santana managed to chuckle at the comment, and smile a little, "Nah, you are." Brittany shrugged her shoulders, "Whatever you say." Santana took a deep breath, "Come on, now or never right?" Brittany simply nodded, and followed Santana out of her car.
When the two girls got inside, Santana's parents were in the lounge. As soon as Santana saw them, she felt terrified. Brittany put an arm around her shoulder, "You are the unicorn," she whispered. Santana smiled a little, and cursed in her mind. That was her line. The line she used to give Brittany more confidence during the last class president campaign. Santana liked to think that it was her little bit of encouragement that kept Brittany going and helped her win, becoming the first female senior class president William McKinley High School had seen in a very long time.
Santana walked in the halls of McKinley, looking for her best friend. It was a week before the big vote, for senior class president. And Brittany was in the running, alongside Kurt, and some guy from the hockey team. Rachel had also been running, but dropped out the week before. Failing to spot Brittany, Santana went to her locker and began to unload her books. 'Ergh, algebra' Santana thought, eyeing her timetable. Then Santana heard the locker beside her open, and she smiled, "Britt Britt, finally here," she laughed. Brittany peeked around Santana's locker door, smiling, "Yeah, Lord Tubbington got stuck in his cat door again!" She turned back to her locker, poking around the shelves. "Silly cat," Santana rolled her eyes, Brittany loved that over-sized tabby cat, "And we have algebra first up," Santana said as she heard Brittany trying to figure out which books she needed.
Algebra came and went, as did morning break. While Santana had normal PE class, Brittany had advanced PE, where she did dance styles. Santana sat out of her class halfway. A ball had hit her in the face. Once the lunch bell rang, Santana went to the nurses office to get a new icepack for her face, and then headed to the courtyard to meet Brittany for lunch. "San! What happened?" Brittany gasped, "Are you okay?" Santana nodded, "I'm okay. Just a ball to the face in PE," she shrugged. Brittany pouted as she sipped from her juice box. Santana noticed something, that something wasn't right. Brittany was holding something back. "Britt Britt, what's up?" "Nothing," Brittany replied, poking at her salad with her fork. But Santana knew that was a lie. "Come on, really," she linked her pinky with Brittany's, "Tell me what's up."
"I was at my locker after class, and some people were saying I was too stupid to be class president and that I would make a joke of the senior year and the school," Brittany sighed. "And you believed that?" Santana said quickly. Brittany shrugged, "I don't know," she mumbled, "Everyone seems to say it..." Santana interrupted her, "Britt Britt, stop. They're idiots. You are a genius. You... You are the unicorn, Brittany." Brittany looked up, her brow furrowed, "A what?" "Unicorn, a unicorn. And that means, sure, you're different on the outside, but special on the inside." Brittany forged a small smile. "See," Santana chuckled lightly. "Thanks San." "Anytime Britt."
Santana wasn't sure why she exactly recalled that specific memory. She said the same line to Brittany several times leading up to the big vote. And every time she said it, Brittany's spirit would lift. But Santana didn't get that spirit-lifting feeling. She was still terrified about telling her parents about her sexuality. That she was in love with Brittany, and that made her so very happy. Her thoughts were rattled when her mother spoke, "Santana, Brittany, how are you both?" Consuela asked, as she and Carlos, Santana's father, turned to face the two girls. "Good thanks," Brittany smiled. "Yeah, pretty good," Santana said. "Gosh girls, looks like you're almost keeping a secret from us both!" chuckled Carlos. "Well, we kind of are," Brittany smiled softly. Santana's heart flipped at Brittany's remark. It was amazing she kept her composure and didn't let her face falter. Consuela laughed, "So, are you two going to tell us or do we have to torture it out of you?" Brittany nudged Santana as if to tell her she should speak now.
"Ohh," Santana finally piped up, "Yeah. It's just that me and Britt... We got made Cheerios co-captains. Coach did a reshuffle of the team, and made us co-captains." And Santana wasn't lying, Coach Sylvester had indeed made them Cheerios co-captains for the rest of their senior year. But that wasn't the plan right now. And Brittany knew it. And she was confused.
"Well congratulations girls!" Carlos beamed. "Yeah, thanks," Brittany said absentmindedly, looking around the room. Brittany did this sort of thing a lot, so Santana's parents thought nothing of it. "We were shocked. Well, I lie, we weren't really. Who else could Coach have picked?" Santana laughed. Brittany just laughed and quietly nodded her head. "Oh Santana!" Consuela exclaimed, "I'm sure everyone else on the squad got a fair look!" Santana simply shrugged. "I guess," Brittany piped up. "Either way, congratulations girls. We'd stay and celebrate, but we have a dinner party to go to and get ready for," Carlos said as he stood up. "Okay Papi, Mama," Santana said as she hugged her parents before they left.
"San..." Brittany started to say once Santana's parents had left. And Santana knew what Brittany was going to say. "Please, Britt, just..." "What? I thought we came here to tell them..." said Brittany in a soft tone. "I know," snapped Santana, "I know Britt. But I couldn't. I just couldn't okay? My family is different to yours. Traditional. They could flip. Kick me out. God knows what. I have to pick the right time!" "When will that be? The right time?" Brittany shuffled on the spot, looking at her feet. "Fuck, I don't know Brittany! Why on fucking earth would you as me such a stupid, idiotic question?" Brittany didn't even look up as she left the room.
Santana sat down on the couch, head in her hands. 'Shit' she thought. She didn't mean to snap like that. Brittany was the exception to every rule. Especially the 'Going all Snicks on people' rule. Sighing to herself, Santana got up, and went into the kitchen to quickly get a drink before going to find Brittany. She hated knowing that Brittany was upset. And that she was the cause of it, hurt even more.
It took awhile for Santana to find Brittany. Her house was enormous. But in the end, Santana found Brittany huddled up in the bath of her ensuite. "Hey," Santana said quietly, sitting on the edge of the bath. Brittany turned away from Santana, and Santana could hear a couple of muffled sniffles. Santana climbed into the bath, and sat beside Brittany. She didn't say a word. Santana simply put her arms around Brittany, and rested her head on Brittany's shoulder.
"That was so much fun!" Brittany laughed as her and Santana walked into Santana's room. They'd been to the school carnival for the day. "Yeah, it was alright," Santana said, "Except the damn rain!" "Yeah," Brittany nodded, "Can I borrow some clothes until mine dry? It's too early for pyjamas, and if I wear my clothes for tomorrow now, I wont have any to wear tomorrow." Santana chuckled to herself, "Sure thing B," she said as she rustled though her draws and threw Brittany a change of clothes. "Thankyou," Brittany smiled, "Is it okay if I have a quick shower?" Santana rolled her eyes and laughed, "Duh. Britt Britt, you don't have to ask!"
Brittany hopped in the shower, and Santana sat by her desk. She now felt like a nice, warm shower too. But the nearest one was across the other side of the house near her parents room. 'I could always hop in with Britt...' Santana thought, 'That'd be okay right? I mean, we are like, dating kind of thing...' Santana pondered for a moment on the topic, then decided to go and ask Brittany. Worst she could say was no. Santana tapped on the door, opening it a little, "Hey Britt Britt, can I join you? I'm just about frozen!" Santana laughed.
"Sure," she heard Brittany say. So Santana stepped inside the ensuite and rid her body of the icky damp clothes, then joined Brittany in the shower. Brittany had her back to Santana, so she wrapped her arms around Brittany's waist, and rested her chin on Brittany's shoulder, shutting her eyes, and smiling. The sensation of the water falling over her, along with the heat from Brittany's body, was amazing. "Better?" Brittany said, leaning her head back enough so that she could kiss Santana's cheek. "Mmmm," Santana mumbled out. Brittany linked her fingers with Santana's, and both girls stood there, soaking up the heat.
Without warning, Santana stepped around, now facing Brittany. Both girls smiled at each other. Santana let out a small sigh, and rested her head against Brittany's chest. "What's wrong San?" Brittany asked, after hearing Santana try to stifle the sound of her tears. Slightly embarrassed that she'd started to cry, and that Brittany had caught her, Santana laughed, "Nothing," she said as she looked up into Brittany's eyes, "Nothing at all." "Then why are you crying?" asked Brittany, a hint of confusion in her voice. Santana smiled, leaning forward and kissing Brittany gently, then with their faces barely a centimetre apart, Santana uttered, "Because, I don't think I've ever been as happy as I am when I'm with you."
The tears crept silently down Santana's face as she held Brittany tighter, and she buried her head in Brittany's shoulder. "I'm... I'm sorry," Santana stuttered out. Brittany sat there, her eyes closed, and didn't say a word. But all of a sudden, she broke the silence, and quietly said, "Santana, are you shaking?" Santana being Santana, shook her head, and denied it, even though she was shaking like a leaf. Brittany shuffled herself around so she was face to face with Santana. "I'm so sorry, Britt, I'm so sorry," Santana repeated over and over. Brittany held Santana closer to her chest, and this helped Santana calm down the tiniest bit. "I don't know why B," Santana said as Brittany kissed the top of her head, "I saw them there, and I just froze. And my mind, it panicked. I'm scared." "Don't be..." Brittany whispered. "But I can't help it," replied Santana, " I'm scared my parents will disown me. I'm scared of... Of..." Santana couldn't finish her sentence. She was scared of losing Brittany. "Scared of what?" Brittany whispered.
Santana took a few deep breaths, and mustered enough courage up to reply. When Santana did reply, it came out as a barely audible mumble, "Losing you." "Losing me?" Brittany said when she heard Santana's response. She was a bit shocked that Santana said that. Santana nodded her head, "Mmhmm." "But why?" "Coz I'm a scared bitch. I don't know," Santana shrugged. Brittany rubbed a hand up and down Santana's back, "You're not a bitch, you're Santana. You're the girl I love." "I love you too Britt Britt." "And no matter what, I'll always love you. If I didn't love you, I would have gone home. But I stayed..." "In the bath tub," Santana giggled. "Yup," Brittany laughed, "In the bath tub. But I stayed. Yeah, I was a bit shocked, but I knew you didn't mean to be mean. So I stayed. I had to make sure my girl was alright." "And I am now. Thank you," Santana said, looking up into Brittany's eyes, and smiling. Brittany smiled back and replied, "Anytime," before leaning in to press a gentle kiss on her girlfriends lips.
Once they had gotten out of the bath tub, Brittany and Santana sat in the backyard, soaking up the last of the sun. Santana glanced over at Brittany, who was laying there, a smile on her face and her eyes closed. The sun was bouncing off Brittany, make her hair shimmer, and her skin glow. Santana just laid there, watching every movement, every breath Brittany took. She was so content. After a few minutes, Brittany opened her eyes, "What are you doing?" she quizzed. Santana looked up at the sky, "Just watching you." "Umm, why?" Brittany laughed. "Coz I could. Coz you're the most beautiful girl on the planet." "You are really a cheese ball," Brittany said, turning her head to the side, and winking.
It began to get a bit dark, so Brittany and Santana went inside, and ordered pizza for dinner. Santana's parents were staying over at their friends, because they'd had a few too many wines with dinner, and weren't fit to drive home. Brittany didn't like the idea of Santana being home alone, so she called her mum, and was now spending the night at Santana's. "Movie?" Santana asked as she sat back down on the couch after getting drinks. "Sounds good," Brittany smiled, sitting forward to pick up her drink. "Anything you want to watch?" Brittany shrugged, "You choose, I don't mind." Santana got back up, chuckling to herself. She knew Brittany would say that, she almost always did. Browsing the DVD's, Santana settled on Mean Girls. It was one of Brittany's, and hers, favourite movies. "Mean Girls it is," Santana smiled, sitting back down on the couch. Brittany shuffled over, snuggling up to Santana as the movie started.
By the end of the movie, the pizza was gone, glasses empty, and Santana was laying with Brittany in her arms. The two girls laid there, chatting away. Laughing joking. Santana stroked Brittany's hair, "So, what is my amazing girl up to this week?" "Umm, school," Brittany sighed, "Dance too. That's about it really. Mum's going away for a few days for work, so I'll have the house all to myself," she said, attempting to hint to Santana that she should come and keep her company, "What about you?" Santana giggled a little as Brittany rubbed her side, "Well, school as well. That's pretty much it really... Ohh, and maybe possibly staying at this blonde girls house while her mum goes away..." Brittany grinned at Santana's last sentence, "Sounds like a pretty good week then." "Yep," Santana kissed Brittany's cheek, "So what day does your mum leave?" "Umm," Brittany paused for a second to yawn, "Tuesday, and she comes back Friday morning." "Cool," Santana smiled. She thought it was cute how Brittany was trying to stay awake, "Come on you, lets get you to bed," she smiled. Brittany nodded as Santana helped her up off the couch.
Once they were up in Santana's room, she helped Brittany get changed, that's how tired she was. Santana couldn't help but feel a little responsible. She felt like she'd caused Brittany's emotions to drain, because of her outburst earlier in the day. Once she had gotten Brittany all changed, Santana cuddled her, and quickly kissed her on the lips, lingering there as she spoke, "Lay down, I'm going to change, I'll be with you in a second." Brittany kissed Santana back, smiling, "Okay," she quietly said, walking over to the bed, and hopping under the covers. Santana got out her sleeping clothes, and got changed. When she turned towards the bed, she saw Brittany was already asleep. She smiled to herself, and went and turned the light off, then got under the covers. As she lay there, she felt Brittany drape and arm over her body, and shuffle closer. Santana put her hand atop of Brittany's, and smiled as she fell asleep.
Things would get easier. One day. With Brittany by her side, Santana knew she could do anything.
She just needed time.
A/N: So so sorry for the delay in updating! I'd finished writing it, and started typing it up, then went to the beach one day, and got hella burnt on my back, and it was pretty damn painful. So was concentrating on getting rid of the pain. But now it's just itchy and peeling lol.
I hope this chapter is alright, I did say I was going to throw in some dramz. But there was obviously some light and fluffy moments. There's bemore of a mix in future chapters as well. Light and dark. If anyone has any questions, feel free to ask, and I will answer in the next update. Which I don't plan on leaving so long like this one to do. :)