Downfall
Chapter: Prologue/??
Genre:
Pairing,Character(s): Brittany S. Pierce, Santana Lopez, Brittana with minor Puckleberry
Rating: R
Word Count: 559
Spoilers: Through 2 x 02
Summary: Brittany knew that Santana would remember none of this when she woke up, then observed the mess that surrounded Santana: liquor bottles, some empty, some partially full, a shot glass sitting on the night stand on Santana's side of the bed.
Brittany sat on the edge of the middle cushion of the leather sofa in the living room of the apartment that she shared with Santana. She made no sound but a single sniffle as a tear fell from each eye; one sliding down her cheek and then falling off her face most likely to the floor, the other hitting the hand then was currently placed against her cheek.
It had never been that bad before. Santana had yelled and broken things a few times when they would fight but Brittany wasn’t even sure what had set Santana off this time. Brittany was sitting in the living room watching something on the Discovery Channel and then suddenly she could hear Santana yelling something in slurred Spanish as she came down the hallway and when she reached the living room she switched to English where Brittany stopped paying attention after Santana yelled something about her stupidity not being charming anymore. And the rest…just happened.
Santana didn’t apologize afterward, she didn’t really say anything. She just looked at Brittany with unclear eyes, turned around and went back into the bedroom leaving Brittany on the floor in the hallway. When Brittany went to check on Santana no more than five minutes later, Santana was passed out on a heap of blankets tossed carelessly on the bed. Brittany knew that Santana would remember none of this when she woke up, then observed the mess that surrounded Santana: liquor bottles, some empty, some partially full, a shot glass sitting on the night stand on Santana’s side of the bed. Brittany just left everything where it was and walked out of the room, closing the door behind her.
Brittany wasn’t sure what to do. She’d spent every day since high school being guided by Santana. Santana took care of college applications, Santana took care of finding an apartment after graduation and she took care of the finances and almost every single problem since they were sixteen. Now that Santana seemed to be the problem Brittany was unsure where to turn to.
Brittany reached forward and picked her phone up off the coffee table. She flipped through her contacts and found the number of the only people Brittany and Santana had kept in constant contact with since high school. She hit send and waited for the phone to ring. It was late and she knew both of them were sleeping, but she needed to tell someone, she needed to find help for herself and especially for Santana. The phone rang again and Brittany thought she was certainly going to get the answering machine. But just before her last chance expired she heard a groggy ‘hello’ come from the other side.
“Puck,” Brittany whispered.
“Hey Britt. It’s kind of late.”
“I know. I’m sorry. I-I-I just need you and Rachel to come over.”
“Brittany is everything alright?” Rachel interjected. She had probably grabbed the phone out of Puck’s hand.
Brittany was quiet for a moment. How do you tell one of your best friends that another one of their best friends was in a bad place?
“I really need your help,” Brittany said her voice tiny and childlike.
She heard a quick ‘we’ll be right over’ from the other end and said nothing else before she hung up the phone, but it back on the table, and waited.
Genre:
Pairing,Character(s): Brittany S. Pierce, Santana Lopez, Brittana with minor Puckleberry
Rating: R
Word Count: 559
Spoilers: Through 2 x 02
Summary: Brittany knew that Santana would remember none of this when she woke up, then observed the mess that surrounded Santana: liquor bottles, some empty, some partially full, a shot glass sitting on the night stand on Santana's side of the bed.
Brittany sat on the edge of the middle cushion of the leather sofa in the living room of the apartment that she shared with Santana. She made no sound but a single sniffle as a tear fell from each eye; one sliding down her cheek and then falling off her face most likely to the floor, the other hitting the hand then was currently placed against her cheek.
It had never been that bad before. Santana had yelled and broken things a few times when they would fight but Brittany wasn’t even sure what had set Santana off this time. Brittany was sitting in the living room watching something on the Discovery Channel and then suddenly she could hear Santana yelling something in slurred Spanish as she came down the hallway and when she reached the living room she switched to English where Brittany stopped paying attention after Santana yelled something about her stupidity not being charming anymore. And the rest…just happened.
Santana didn’t apologize afterward, she didn’t really say anything. She just looked at Brittany with unclear eyes, turned around and went back into the bedroom leaving Brittany on the floor in the hallway. When Brittany went to check on Santana no more than five minutes later, Santana was passed out on a heap of blankets tossed carelessly on the bed. Brittany knew that Santana would remember none of this when she woke up, then observed the mess that surrounded Santana: liquor bottles, some empty, some partially full, a shot glass sitting on the night stand on Santana’s side of the bed. Brittany just left everything where it was and walked out of the room, closing the door behind her.
Brittany wasn’t sure what to do. She’d spent every day since high school being guided by Santana. Santana took care of college applications, Santana took care of finding an apartment after graduation and she took care of the finances and almost every single problem since they were sixteen. Now that Santana seemed to be the problem Brittany was unsure where to turn to.
Brittany reached forward and picked her phone up off the coffee table. She flipped through her contacts and found the number of the only people Brittany and Santana had kept in constant contact with since high school. She hit send and waited for the phone to ring. It was late and she knew both of them were sleeping, but she needed to tell someone, she needed to find help for herself and especially for Santana. The phone rang again and Brittany thought she was certainly going to get the answering machine. But just before her last chance expired she heard a groggy ‘hello’ come from the other side.
“Puck,” Brittany whispered.
“Hey Britt. It’s kind of late.”
“I know. I’m sorry. I-I-I just need you and Rachel to come over.”
“Brittany is everything alright?” Rachel interjected. She had probably grabbed the phone out of Puck’s hand.
Brittany was quiet for a moment. How do you tell one of your best friends that another one of their best friends was in a bad place?
“I really need your help,” Brittany said her voice tiny and childlike.
She heard a quick ‘we’ll be right over’ from the other end and said nothing else before she hung up the phone, but it back on the table, and waited.