After having to rewrite this chapter, due to my computer crashing, I have finally finished it. It may not be perfect, like how the first version originally went, but it's the best I got. Also...! I'm proud to announce that while this chapter is just a filler and getting a better understanding of Brittany, the next one is fluff. Sheer fluff. Maybe some sad times, but all for a good reason. And I also changed the summary!
Title: Darling, You'll Be Okay
Rating: M
Summary: Her life had never been perfect. In fact, it had been the complete opposite. After years of constant bullying, dirty looks, and insecurities, Brittany has finally comes to terms that her life will not get any better. That is until she transfers schools, moves to a different city, and meets one smoking hot waitress named Santana Lopez. Girl-Peen!
Disclaimers: This story is loosely based off of The Perks Of Being A Wallflower AND the song Mine (which Naya Rivera rocked). I own no characters, except for the ones I create. Nor should I have credit for some of the similarities between the two things stated above.
The next morning rolls in and you're just happy that it's a Saturday. That means no bullies, no mean looks, no taunting, and no prison… uhm, school. But this morning, you wake up with a little pep in your step and you're sure that it has to do with a certain Latina.
Santana had been more than wonderful to you last night, and you were so amazed by how safe she made you felt, and how perfect her lips fit with yours. You instantly smile at the thought when your phone starts vibrating. You usually wouldn't be so eager to check it, but since Santana and you had exchanged numbers, you're instantly reaching for your phone.
From Santana: Hey Brittany. I was just uh wondering if you had plans for today?
Your heart rate picks up a bit at the thought of her actually wondering if you had plans, knowing that you're not well liked by your schoolmates. You reply back saying that you had nothing planned for the day before you head downstairs.
You're immediately met by Kaitlyn, who's standing at the bottom of the stairs and smirking at you.
"You look rather radiant this morning, baby sister," She teases and part of you wants to bitch at her, but you know she means well. "I'm assuming it has to do with your little friend?"
You lift your eyebrow at her, wondering which 'friend' she meant by that, then you quickly shake the 'in the gutter' thought out of your mind. You chuckle and that's when you realize Kaitlyn's face has turned beet red.
"Wrong way to word that, I see." She says, looking slightly embarrassed. "I meant, you friend from last night. The cute girl from the diner."
"Maybe," you reply vaguely as you try to step past your sister to get to the main level.
"Oh, come on, Britt! You can tell me!" Kaitlyn exclaims.
"Fine, yes. It does. She's a really nice person." You say a bit harshly, but Kaitlyn knows it's just a defense mechanism you've gotten used to.
"So like Molly?" She says and you give her a look. She knows Molly is still a touchy subject and she brought her up anyway. You know she's instantly regretting it, however, because her face turns somber. "I'm sorry, Brittany… I didn't mean to bring her up."
"It's fine." You're short with your answer but Kaitlyn acceptingly nods and moves aside for you to finish descending the stairs.
You enter the kitchen and grab a couple slices of bread, popping them in the toaster as you walk over towards the coffee pot and pour the remaining caffeinated drink into a mug. Once your toast pops up, you grab it and add a small slab of butter to each piece and eat in silence. Your mind was in a happy place, and now it's just kind of sour. You pull your phone out of the waistband of your boxers and when you see Santana hasn't responded, yet, you admire the lock screen wallpaper. It's a picture of Molly and you, her lips pressed to your cheek and you laughing up a storm. You feel tears start to well up in your eyes as you continue to stare at the picture until your screen goes blank.
The hardest part for you was letting go, and you still haven't fully done that, yet. You know you should, if you want any chances of being happy, but the wounds are still fresh. You remember her death as if it was only yesterday. You remember the accident, you remember the funeral. It's all too much to forget, and you can't bring yourself to remember the happy things about Molly. You know it's what you need to move on, but it's just too damn hard. You want to forget about it, mainly because you were there and you don't want to relive it. You don't want to be reminded of not being able to save her, not being able to get her out of the car, not being able to do a damn thing but cry. But attempting to forget about it just seems to bite you in the ass.
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"I'm so glad that I don't have school until graduation," Molly raves as the two of you drive down the back roads, heading to your special place up in the mountains.
"You're lucky, I still have to deal with it all," You joke, even though she knows you really do have to deal with a lot.
She turns in her seat and looks at you comfortingly. "Brittany, I know you'll be just fine. I'm not even leaving the state, remember? I'll always be here for you, I promise." She places her hand on yours and you sigh with relief. At least you weren't losing the one good thing about your life. "Always, forever and a day, plus ten years. Sound good?" You nod at her words because you know, you know she would never let you down or leave you.
The drive falls silent as you stare out the windows at the setting sun behind the trees. In just 30 minutes, you two would be at the base of the mountain, not giving a care in the world. However, you were so caught up in the beautiful scenery to your right, that you hadn't even noticed a car that had run a stop sign, coming straight for the car that you were in.
The next few things that occurred were black. You're not too entirely sure what happened, but when you came to, Molly was sitting limp in seat, air bags deployed. You feel a sharp pain in your neck and forehead, but that's the least of your worries. So your head may have gone through the window at the impact, but Molly was sitting there almost lifeless. You reach your hand down to try and unbuckle your seatbelt, but it wouldn't budge. You do your best, through all of the excruciating pain, to reach for Molly.
"Molly," You say through a broken voice. Your hand quickly finds her shoulder and starts shaking it. "Molly, wake up. Come back to me." She's not moving though, and while you still have hope that she's going to make it, you fear for the worst. "Please don't leave me here by myself. Wake up, I know you can hear me." You're sobbing through waterfalls of tears, and the pain is starting to settle in and making it extremely hard for you to move.
You manage to finally get your seatbelt off, and the door to your side of the car open. You slowly make your way to Molly's side of the car, the entire side crunched in like an aluminum soda can that you just stepped on. Through the broken window you can see her face, blood covering all of the best features about her besides her personality. You pull out your cell phone, looking at the shattered, yet working screen and you dial 911. You're screaming about the accident, frantic and emotional. You know that her door won't open, you know that much for a fact. So instead, while you wait for paramedics to arrive to the almost abandoned road, you almost hug her door, crying furiously and looking at all the damage that the SUV had caused.
Once the police arrived, they strapped your directly to a stretcher and checked your vitals while they pried open the driver's side door. To your left, you can hear the police questioning the now conscious SUV driver, who was apologizing profusely for not paying attention, claiming he was wrong to not stop because no one ever drives up this way, usually.
You want to hit him, you want to kill him for hurting you and your best friend. You want to know how Molly's doing. You hope she's just unconscious, but you also noticed how her chest wasn't rising and falling and that makes it ten times worse.
The three of you are taken to the hospital, the paramedics calling your parents on the way there to let them know you had been in an accident. The EMTs are asking you loads of questions, but to be frank, you don't remember a damn thing about the accident.
The worst is confirmed, however, when you finally make it to the hospital and see Molly lying lifeless on the stretcher. You want so badly to get up and run over to her, but the restraints on your stretcher are preventing you from doing so. You try crying out, but your voice is weak and you can barely mutter a word.
On your way into the ER, you overhear the paramedics from Molly's ambulance saying she was DOA, and you knew exactly what that meant; dead on arrival.
Your best friend was gone; everything you knew and loved was stripped away from you and you felt completely naked and vulnerable without her. She left you, she left and now you were in shambles, pieces, and you don't know how you were going to make it in this world without her.
You were treated in the ER for head trauma which called for 12 stitches in your head, due to it breaking through the window. You also suffered a concussion, a broken Humerus, a few gashes here and there. But more importantly, you suffered a broken heart.
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You're pulled from your flashback when you hear you phone going off, signaling that someone is calling you. You look at the screen and see that it's Santana, and while you don't want to answer because you're now extremely depressed, you know that you probably should.
"Hello?" You gulp out.
"Hey Brittany… did I interrupt something? Are you okay?" Santana says frantically.
"I'm…" You swallow the lump in your throat, "I'll be okay. What's up?"
"I was just wondering if you wanted to hang out?" She asks when a voice so sincere, it makes all the pain in your heart dissipate for a few seconds and you feel yourself melt.
"Of course," You reply, trying to smile even though you know she can't see it.
"Okay, I'll be over in like an hour?" Santana suggests and you hum in agreement. The two of you say your goodbyes and you once again find yourself alone in the kitchen with your thoughts.
You sigh, pushing yourself off of the barstool, leaving the remainder of your toast and coffee untouched. You head upstairs and attempt to stop the memory that just flooded your mind. You're about to see Santana, and you know for a fact that she makes all the bad seem to fade away, and that's exactly what you need right now. You know that you eventually should tell Santana about Molly, it may give you the closure you need. But you're skeptical. You never stopped blaming yourself for what happened, no matter how many times you tell yourself it was out of your control and there was nothing you do, you always think you could have done more. You could have gotten your seatbelt off faster, you could have gotten her out and tried to give her CPR. You were so lost in your thoughts that you hadn't even realized that you'd been standing in front of your closet door for a good 50 minutes until you hear your phone blare.
Shit, you think as you quickly throw on a new pair of boxers, jeans, and a random t-shirt. You answer your phone and Santana's voice telling you that she's arrived soothes you. You tell her that you'll be out in a couple of minutes and stop by the bathroom to check your composure in the mirror. You wipe away the stained tears before heading downstairs and out the door. You see Santana's truck and you open the door and hop in. She looks at you with a happy smile, but then the smile turns to worry and she looks you deeply in your blue eyes.
"Hey Britt, are you sure you're up for this? You look pale, like you've just seen a ghost…" Santana's voice is laced with concern and you feel a little bit better just being able to be in her presence.
"I'll be okay, just a bad memory." You reply softly, your voice barely a whisper.
"Well, if you ever want to talk about it, when you're ready, you know I'll be here for you. I'm not going anywhere." She says sweetly and you can't help but think back to that horrible day.
"Don't be so sure of that," You reply almost instantly and then regret the words as they fall from your lips. You didn't mean for it to come out like that. You didn't mean to sound so bitchy and heartless, but after your little flashback earlier, someone telling you they're going to stick around just means disaster for you. Santana falls silent and she looks at you with hurt eyes. "Sorry… I didn't mean for it to come out like that…"
"It's okay. Don't be sorry. I know that you've had a hard time trusting people, as did I. I know that we barely met and all, but I do care for you. I just… I know I can't promise anything won't be broken between us, but I'm not going to run away from you. I'll be right here, okay?" You nod and Santana places her hand on your cheeks and leans across the center console to give you a quick kiss on your cheek.
Just that gesture made you think, really made you think that maybe Santana Lopez would be really good for you, after all. You think that maybe, just maybe, she can help you through all of this and you can help her through her problems, together. Just the two of you against the world; no cares in the world. And maybe, just maybe, she was your Molly. Or maybe she is so much more.