027. [so very accidental video]

[itsahotone]

[She woke up and half of her room was empty.

Brittany was gone. Brittany is gone, and thanks to the stupid event, Santana's not even sure when it happened.

This would be why she is curled up on her bed, back to the stupid traitorous camera, sobbing.]

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[timisnotme]

*Shit shit shit shit. What the hell happened? Also, her room looks weird but he's too busy worrying about Santana to notice that.*

Hey. What... What's wrong?

[itsahotone]

[Oh, perfect. She tenses, trying to stop her sobs, and ends up just pulling her pillow down over her face.]

Nothing.

[timisnotme]

*He totally believes that too. Except not.*

Uh-huh. Totally normal right?

[itsahotone]

Uh-huh. [Muffled from the pillow, of course. She's torn between wanting to be left alone forever in emo-ness and wanting him to come to her room.]

[timisnotme]

Yeah. I can.. see that.

*Debating ... debating....

Yep. He's on his way down there.*

[itsahotone]

[She's just going to...keep snuffling into her pillow. That's fine with you, right?]

[timisnotme]

*As long as he can get in the room. Knock knock!*

Hey, Santana? It's Tim.

[itsahotone]

[...She may have kinda sorta wanted him to come by, but that doesn't mean she's about to leap with joy over him seeing her like this. Which is why she doesn't move other than to get enough air to tell him to go away, then go back to smothering herself.

Of course, she probably still isn't sounding convincing. And the door's unlocked. But shh.]

[timisnotme]

*Sigh. He's onto you. Also you sound like you're smothering. Damsel in distress, exigent circumstances! He tries the door. Oh hey, it's open!

He walks in and.... It's immediately apparent what she's upset about, as her room suddenly is missing about half of it.

He cautiously sits down on the edge of the bed and waits for her to start beating him to death with pillows.*

[itsahotone]

[She doesn't. She needs the pillows to hide her ugly crying, dammit. Which she's finally getting to calm a little, by the way.]

[timisnotme]

*Well... he's sorta afraid to touch her. But.. this is a desperate circumstance. He scooches closer and hugs her around her shoulders.*

[itsahotone]

[TENSING UP AGAIN!

...But he's right. It is a desperate circumstance, and once he's semi-hugging her, the sobs start anew. She wiggles around enough that it probably seems to him like she's shoving him away, but instead she just turns to him. And hugs him tightly, crying pathetically.]

[timisnotme]

*Ohgod. This is terrifying. But he gently holds her and strokes her hair and lets her cry it out.

There's not really anything to say to make it better.*

[itsahotone]

[She cries and she cries until she finally just can't anymore. Or so she hopes.

Then she pulls away and wipes her eyes, very clearly not looking at him.]

Thanks.

[timisnotme]

Hey, it's what I'm here for.

*Being a good boyfriend and all that. He scoots back to give her some space, kinda unsure what to do.*

[itsahotone]

You didn't have to come here. [She keeeeeps right on looking away from him.]