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Title: Sunday Mornings
Pairing: Santana/Brittany
Rating: PG
Summary: Santana's angry, Brittney's sad, and it's apparently Santana's fault.
Spoilers: After "Sectionals?"
Notes: I've never written a fanfic ever, so you'll have to forgive me if it's not quite up to par.
Sliding her eyes open to a little crack, Santana watched the other girl in wonder. Light was peaking through the blinds in small horizontal sequences, cascading with Brittney’s arm, not quite reaching her face yet. Her hair was resting on her face, mouth slightly open, and she was softly snoring. It was moments like this that made Santana want to break their rule. There was no definitive reason why she was so captivated with the girl, she just was. Sundays were the best she decided.
Today would be a good day to make things official, she thought. Santana lightly placed her hand on Brittney’s face, moving the hair out of her way and moved in, closing the distance between the two. Softly kissing the other girl, Santana smiled and pulled back as she felt the other girl rouse from her slumber.
“Mmmmorning…” was the mumbled response she received.
“Hey.”
Propping herself up with her arm, Santana continued to just watch as Brittney blinked several times before her sights settled on Santana. In a moments notice, there were arms wrapped around her, gently pulling her in for series of short kisses. After a few minutes of soft kisses and touches both girls grudgingly got out of bed and got ready for the day.
“Hey Britt?” Santana manages to push out without sounding like a complete pussy. Receiving an arched eyebrow in return, Santana tries not to squirm as she continues, her voice taking a more serious tone as she goes on. “Do you think maybe we could talk?” Not getting a verbal response she forges on.
“Well, uh, you know, I was wondering if we could talk about us.”
“Hey S?”
“Yeah,” she lets out a breath, relieved to finally get some response other than an arched eyebrow.
“I, uh, have to go. There’s some Dutch thing my parents wanted me to do.”
“Yeah, sure, no problem. I’ll, uh, see you later I guess.”
“Okay. See ya,” was all she got as her door shut.
No kiss, no hug, not even a glance, and she’s gone. It’s then that Santana’s heart shatters.
……………
Monday morning came and Brittney wasn’t at her locker. Hardening her eyes and gripping her books, Santana lifted her head and went to class, not bothering trying to find the other girl. The rest of morning passed by at a snail’s pace, and by lunch, most of the school thought it best to stay away from a Brittney-less Santana.
“Hi Santana,” Rachel said as she settled opposite Santana at the lunch table. Receiving only a glare in response, Rachel pushed, never one to stop for glares. “Did you and Brittney get into a fight or something? Because you seem angrier and anger isn’t good for your body you know. It’ll put a strain on your system and that’s simply not good for Glee. Anyways, if you messed up somehow, you should just apologize.”
While going on and on, eating her sandwich, Rachel didn’t notice Santana’s hands gripping the lunch tray. It took only a moment after she had said her last sentence for her to lift her head and watch in horror as Santana threw her tray aside, not caring that it slammed into the back of some kids head. She sat locked in place as Santana moved closer, her glaring growing ten fold in milliseconds. By then, it seemed that everyone in the lunchroom seemed to become mannequins because no one was moving, and everyone sure as hell wasn’t talking.
“Don’t, for one moment, think you understand a damn thing Berry. Stay the fuck out of my business,” was the whispered reply she got. As Santana made her way out of the lunchroom, the crowd of kids in her way seemed to part like the red sea.
By the time classes end, there are two noticeable absentees in the choir room. Noticing the missing pair, eyes dart over to Puck. “Don’t go blaming this on me. Santana and I haven’t hooked up in, like, months,“ Puck grumbled out.
“Okay, anyone know what Santana did to Brittney then?” Kurt spoke out, not enjoying the tangible silence that permeated the room.
“I tried talking to her today, and she rudely threw her lunch trey at some kid. I don’t know what is wrong with that girl, but she was angry. She even walked away from me,” Rachel fumed, taking comfort in Quinn’s understanding eyes.
“I saw Brittney in Spanish earlier, but she didn’t seem to be in a good mood,” Kurt spoke on, ignoring the end rant from Rachel. “I asked her how her weekend went and she started talking to me in Dutch?”
“It was really weird actually,” Quinn continued on, “it seemed like she was really paying attention. She didn’t even want to copy off my paper.” Kurt and Finn nodded in agreement. “Obviously Santana messed up and Brittney’s hurt,” Quinn concluded. Upon seeing a chorus of nods in agreement, the pregnant girl set out to make things right, not liking the idea of an unhappy Brittney.
“Puck, you talk to Santana, and Rachel and I will see Brittney. Sound good?” Quinn finished off.
“Wait a minute, why do I have to talk to her?” Puck whined out.
“Because you’re the only that can take her punches and not cry immediately,” Kurt answered, looking over at him.
“Fine. Whatever.” Puck replied as he set out to find an angry Santana.
……………
“Did you still want help on you homework B?” Santana texted.
Five minutes later Santana’s phone began to vibrate, looking over again; she noticed that it was in fact not Brittney. Each time her damn phone rang, it was not Brittney. At school Brittney had managed to hide from Santana all day. Ignoring the call, she went back and laid her down, thinking about how everything just got so fucked up. Maybe Brittney really didn’t want to have their relationship progress past friendship and sex. Feeling the vibration of her phone going off again, she checked her phone again. Puck, Puck had been calling her for the past hour now. He’d probably heard that she and Britt weren’t speaking or something and probably wanted to hook up or something. Apparently Puck didn’t understand that one does not answer or reply, they’re probably not interested; then again that didn’t stop Santana from texting Brittney again. Before she could finally pick it up and tell him to go fuck off there was a knock at her door. Discarding her phone, she smiled and was at her door in seconds. Upon opening it, she found a smirking Puck, and no bouncing Brittney to be found.
“Oh,” she replied upon seeing his face, “what do you want?” she finished off as she headed for her bed.
“What babe? Not happy to see me?” he replied, slinking into her room, settling on a chair, facing her. If she jumped to attack, he’d hopefully have enough distance make it to the door in time.
“So, I hear you and Britt are in some kind of a fight. Want me to make you feel better babe?” he asked, not sure what to say.
“Leave me the fuck alone Puck.”
“So, like, did you tell her it was over or something?” and suddenly Santana was choking him, and fuck, when did she become so quick. Though he wasn’t one to hit girls, there were known exceptions, this being one of them. And some how Puck’s got it in his head, that Santana might actually be Superman, because he’s kicking her legs and she’s not even noticing, but his foot’s beginning to hurt. Once Pucks eyes begin to lull back, Santana lets go, and just settles for kicking him the nuts. She doesn’t even watch him drop to the floor instead she heads over to her bed and looks out the window, ignoring the limp form near her table.
“Fuck San,” he whimpers out after a minute or so. “Mother fucken Christ, seriously. That hurt. I don’t go around kicking you in the damn ovaries.” Still curled on the floor Puck just lays there, looking at the back of Santana’s body. “Okay, so you don’t want to talk, and apparently you don’t want to have sexy time. What do you want?”
“I want you to leave me alone,” she replies, enunciating each word. “Where the fuck do you and Berry get off snooping into my life. I left you alone when I found out Drizzle was your damn kid. So why don’t you fucking leave me alone already.”
It’s only seconds later when she hears a sigh, then soon enough a retreating form.
…………
“I just got a text form Puck, seems Santana’s not in the mood to talk, he figures it’s best she had some space,” Rachel says, after reading a text.
“You mean Santana kicked his ass and now he’s scared of her too, so no one’s willing to talk to her?” Quinn interprets.
“Pretty much,” Rachel says, leaning in to kiss her girlfriend before ringing the doorbell.
A few minutes of awkward conversation with Brittney’s parents, Rachel and Quinn find themselves in front of Brittney’s door. Opening it slowly Quinn softly calls out to her friend.
“B? You in there? Your parents let Rach and I in. We just wanted to come and talk to you. Make sure everything’s ok?” Quinn asks as she and Rachel slip into the girls’ room.
“Hey,” Brittney replied, sitting in the middle of her bed, starring at random assignments splayed out in front of her. “I’m just, you know, working on homework and stuff.” Feeling the awkward energy, both girls decided to settle down at the foot of the bed. Brittney’s shifted her focus from schoolwork to the girls.
“So, uh, whacha working on Britt? Did you need any help by any chance?” Rachel offers nicely, not sure what to say exactly. “Because you know, I do quite well in English, and I’m pretty far along in History. I’m not that great at math, but Quinn is pretty amazing at it though,” Rachel continues on, looking to Quinn to stop her.
“So yeah, did you want any homework help tonight? Between Rach and I, I’m pretty sure we could be helpful,” Quinn continued, allowing Rachel to stop. Before she could go on, Brittney’s phone vibrates, alerting everyone of a text message. Seeing Brittney’s non-response, Quinn leans over and grabs the phone.
“Sweety? You seem to have quite a few text messages,” she says as she checks the phone. “It looks like San’s been trying to get a hold of you,” she says, noticing the 23 new text messages in her inbox all from Santana. “I think she might be worried about you. Is there something you want to talk about?” she questions as she moves closer to Brittney. Once Quinn makes it past the pile of homework, her arm has steadily works itself around the quiet girl, and pulls her in close.
“I think S wants to stop being friends with me,” is the solemn reply she finally gets.
“Did San hurt you? Because honey, she can be an ass sometimes and say stupid thing. But I’m quite sure she cares for you.”
“She, she wanted to talk. Yesterday, we were getting dressed and stuff, then she said she wanted to talk. And I got scared, because the last time I saw her look so serious, was when she told me she told me she told me she hooked up with Puck. It hurt so much! So I left, because I figured, if I left, then she couldn’t hurt me again, and if she doesn’t hurt me again, I can still have her, you know?” Brittney rushed out as she explained the situation.
“So you think S might have hooked up with Puck again?” Rachel asked, recalling Puck’s admission that he and Santana hadn’t done so in months.
“Yes. No. I don’t know, but she looked so serious and everything. What if it wasn’t just Puck? What if she was bored and wanted to stop? And I know she’s scared, but I don’t know what I would do if her kisses stopped,” Brittney went on. “Every Saturday night I sleep over, and every Sunday morning she kisses me awake. I don’t want that to stop. I know you guys think she mean and a bitch, but she’s so, so good to me. Did you know that the last time there was a thunderstorm; she drove over here to lay with me, because she knew I was scared? I didn’t even get the chance to call her, she just showed up, and said something about her house being to cold, so she wanted to crash here. I know she was just saying for my sake, but she so good to me, and I can’t just lose her,” Brittney chokes out, as she begins to cry.
“Aw, Hun, it’s ok,” Quinn tells her. “Why don’t we all go see S and have a talk. Because you know, San seems to be in a really bad mood today. And honestly, I don’t think she’s hooking up with Puck. He just went to go check on her, and she kicked him in the nuts,” Quinn tells her, letting out a small chuckle in the end. “We’ll fix this, I promise. You and San are like a perfect couple. And honestly, you’re the only one who can keep her from beating on people, so we kind of need you guys to be ok,” Quinn replies jokingly, or not. Letting out a small sigh, Brittney gives a hesitant nod and follows Rachel and Quinn off the bed.
“You don’t think San would hit a pregnant girl do you?” Quinn whispers to Rachel as they make their way out, a little bit ahead of Brittney.
……………
The room was dark when they entered. They found Santana perched on her bed, looking listlessly out her window. Turning on the light, Quinn ushered Brittney towards the bed, while she and Rachel settled on the floor by the door.
“Hey San, uhm, well, we were a bit worried, and I know you didn’t really want us to, uhm, be in your business, but we brought Britt here so you could talk, and if you could refrain from punching my face, I’d appreciate it,” Rachel let out, squeezing Quinn’s’ hand tightly.
Santana finally moves her head from the window and face Brittney, completely ignoring the two girls on her floor. She watches as Brittney looks down at her bedspread and traces the simple patterns that cover the sheet.
“Hey,” Santana half whispers as she continues watching her lover.
“Hey,” Brittney whispers back, refusing to allow herself to look at the other girl.
“I’ve, I’ve, uh, been trying to get a hold of you. Haven’t seen you all day,” Santana replies, wondering if Brittney will ever actually look her in the face.
“I’ve been busy today. You know, lots of homework and stuff.”
“I offered to help,” Santana counters.
“Figured I should try to learn it on my own you know, just in case,” Brittney reasons.
“B, I’m sorry okay? I shouldn’t have brought it up, if you don’t… if you don’t want to date me, I get it. You could’ve just said no, instead of leaving me high and dry,” Santana chokes out, willing herself not to cry. It’ll be a cold day in hell when she let’s Berry and preggers see her cry.
“Wait, what? You, you want to date? I thought, I thought maybe you didn’t like me anymore,” Brittney rattles out.
“Why would you think that?! Geeze B, can’t you tell that I’m pretty much in love with you?!”
“Love?”
“Yeah, well, I mean… I go one day without talking to you and I’m horrible. I, I can’t, fuck B. I can barely even function without you,” Santana says, looking away, trying to hide the blush that's begun to form on her face.
“Yesterday you got all serious, and it scared me. It reminded me of the time you told me you and Puck hooked up. And I didn’t want you to hurt me so I left,” Brittney reasoned out.
“I, I wanted to ask you if we could be official,” Santana finished as she moved closer to Brittney.
“Yes! I want you to be mine. Forever,” Brittney happily replies before she leans in and kisses Santana. “I love you too,” she mumbles into the kiss, before she’s tumbles back into the bed with a Santana to follow.
It’s then that Rachel and Quinn decide to make a hasty retreat back home.
Pairing: Santana/Brittany
Rating: PG
Summary: Santana's angry, Brittney's sad, and it's apparently Santana's fault.
Spoilers: After "Sectionals?"
Notes: I've never written a fanfic ever, so you'll have to forgive me if it's not quite up to par.
Sliding her eyes open to a little crack, Santana watched the other girl in wonder. Light was peaking through the blinds in small horizontal sequences, cascading with Brittney’s arm, not quite reaching her face yet. Her hair was resting on her face, mouth slightly open, and she was softly snoring. It was moments like this that made Santana want to break their rule. There was no definitive reason why she was so captivated with the girl, she just was. Sundays were the best she decided.
Today would be a good day to make things official, she thought. Santana lightly placed her hand on Brittney’s face, moving the hair out of her way and moved in, closing the distance between the two. Softly kissing the other girl, Santana smiled and pulled back as she felt the other girl rouse from her slumber.
“Mmmmorning…” was the mumbled response she received.
“Hey.”
Propping herself up with her arm, Santana continued to just watch as Brittney blinked several times before her sights settled on Santana. In a moments notice, there were arms wrapped around her, gently pulling her in for series of short kisses. After a few minutes of soft kisses and touches both girls grudgingly got out of bed and got ready for the day.
“Hey Britt?” Santana manages to push out without sounding like a complete pussy. Receiving an arched eyebrow in return, Santana tries not to squirm as she continues, her voice taking a more serious tone as she goes on. “Do you think maybe we could talk?” Not getting a verbal response she forges on.
“Well, uh, you know, I was wondering if we could talk about us.”
“Hey S?”
“Yeah,” she lets out a breath, relieved to finally get some response other than an arched eyebrow.
“I, uh, have to go. There’s some Dutch thing my parents wanted me to do.”
“Yeah, sure, no problem. I’ll, uh, see you later I guess.”
“Okay. See ya,” was all she got as her door shut.
No kiss, no hug, not even a glance, and she’s gone. It’s then that Santana’s heart shatters.
……………
Monday morning came and Brittney wasn’t at her locker. Hardening her eyes and gripping her books, Santana lifted her head and went to class, not bothering trying to find the other girl. The rest of morning passed by at a snail’s pace, and by lunch, most of the school thought it best to stay away from a Brittney-less Santana.
“Hi Santana,” Rachel said as she settled opposite Santana at the lunch table. Receiving only a glare in response, Rachel pushed, never one to stop for glares. “Did you and Brittney get into a fight or something? Because you seem angrier and anger isn’t good for your body you know. It’ll put a strain on your system and that’s simply not good for Glee. Anyways, if you messed up somehow, you should just apologize.”
While going on and on, eating her sandwich, Rachel didn’t notice Santana’s hands gripping the lunch tray. It took only a moment after she had said her last sentence for her to lift her head and watch in horror as Santana threw her tray aside, not caring that it slammed into the back of some kids head. She sat locked in place as Santana moved closer, her glaring growing ten fold in milliseconds. By then, it seemed that everyone in the lunchroom seemed to become mannequins because no one was moving, and everyone sure as hell wasn’t talking.
“Don’t, for one moment, think you understand a damn thing Berry. Stay the fuck out of my business,” was the whispered reply she got. As Santana made her way out of the lunchroom, the crowd of kids in her way seemed to part like the red sea.
By the time classes end, there are two noticeable absentees in the choir room. Noticing the missing pair, eyes dart over to Puck. “Don’t go blaming this on me. Santana and I haven’t hooked up in, like, months,“ Puck grumbled out.
“Okay, anyone know what Santana did to Brittney then?” Kurt spoke out, not enjoying the tangible silence that permeated the room.
“I tried talking to her today, and she rudely threw her lunch trey at some kid. I don’t know what is wrong with that girl, but she was angry. She even walked away from me,” Rachel fumed, taking comfort in Quinn’s understanding eyes.
“I saw Brittney in Spanish earlier, but she didn’t seem to be in a good mood,” Kurt spoke on, ignoring the end rant from Rachel. “I asked her how her weekend went and she started talking to me in Dutch?”
“It was really weird actually,” Quinn continued on, “it seemed like she was really paying attention. She didn’t even want to copy off my paper.” Kurt and Finn nodded in agreement. “Obviously Santana messed up and Brittney’s hurt,” Quinn concluded. Upon seeing a chorus of nods in agreement, the pregnant girl set out to make things right, not liking the idea of an unhappy Brittney.
“Puck, you talk to Santana, and Rachel and I will see Brittney. Sound good?” Quinn finished off.
“Wait a minute, why do I have to talk to her?” Puck whined out.
“Because you’re the only that can take her punches and not cry immediately,” Kurt answered, looking over at him.
“Fine. Whatever.” Puck replied as he set out to find an angry Santana.
……………
“Did you still want help on you homework B?” Santana texted.
Five minutes later Santana’s phone began to vibrate, looking over again; she noticed that it was in fact not Brittney. Each time her damn phone rang, it was not Brittney. At school Brittney had managed to hide from Santana all day. Ignoring the call, she went back and laid her down, thinking about how everything just got so fucked up. Maybe Brittney really didn’t want to have their relationship progress past friendship and sex. Feeling the vibration of her phone going off again, she checked her phone again. Puck, Puck had been calling her for the past hour now. He’d probably heard that she and Britt weren’t speaking or something and probably wanted to hook up or something. Apparently Puck didn’t understand that one does not answer or reply, they’re probably not interested; then again that didn’t stop Santana from texting Brittney again. Before she could finally pick it up and tell him to go fuck off there was a knock at her door. Discarding her phone, she smiled and was at her door in seconds. Upon opening it, she found a smirking Puck, and no bouncing Brittney to be found.
“Oh,” she replied upon seeing his face, “what do you want?” she finished off as she headed for her bed.
“What babe? Not happy to see me?” he replied, slinking into her room, settling on a chair, facing her. If she jumped to attack, he’d hopefully have enough distance make it to the door in time.
“So, I hear you and Britt are in some kind of a fight. Want me to make you feel better babe?” he asked, not sure what to say.
“Leave me the fuck alone Puck.”
“So, like, did you tell her it was over or something?” and suddenly Santana was choking him, and fuck, when did she become so quick. Though he wasn’t one to hit girls, there were known exceptions, this being one of them. And some how Puck’s got it in his head, that Santana might actually be Superman, because he’s kicking her legs and she’s not even noticing, but his foot’s beginning to hurt. Once Pucks eyes begin to lull back, Santana lets go, and just settles for kicking him the nuts. She doesn’t even watch him drop to the floor instead she heads over to her bed and looks out the window, ignoring the limp form near her table.
“Fuck San,” he whimpers out after a minute or so. “Mother fucken Christ, seriously. That hurt. I don’t go around kicking you in the damn ovaries.” Still curled on the floor Puck just lays there, looking at the back of Santana’s body. “Okay, so you don’t want to talk, and apparently you don’t want to have sexy time. What do you want?”
“I want you to leave me alone,” she replies, enunciating each word. “Where the fuck do you and Berry get off snooping into my life. I left you alone when I found out Drizzle was your damn kid. So why don’t you fucking leave me alone already.”
It’s only seconds later when she hears a sigh, then soon enough a retreating form.
…………
“I just got a text form Puck, seems Santana’s not in the mood to talk, he figures it’s best she had some space,” Rachel says, after reading a text.
“You mean Santana kicked his ass and now he’s scared of her too, so no one’s willing to talk to her?” Quinn interprets.
“Pretty much,” Rachel says, leaning in to kiss her girlfriend before ringing the doorbell.
A few minutes of awkward conversation with Brittney’s parents, Rachel and Quinn find themselves in front of Brittney’s door. Opening it slowly Quinn softly calls out to her friend.
“B? You in there? Your parents let Rach and I in. We just wanted to come and talk to you. Make sure everything’s ok?” Quinn asks as she and Rachel slip into the girls’ room.
“Hey,” Brittney replied, sitting in the middle of her bed, starring at random assignments splayed out in front of her. “I’m just, you know, working on homework and stuff.” Feeling the awkward energy, both girls decided to settle down at the foot of the bed. Brittney’s shifted her focus from schoolwork to the girls.
“So, uh, whacha working on Britt? Did you need any help by any chance?” Rachel offers nicely, not sure what to say exactly. “Because you know, I do quite well in English, and I’m pretty far along in History. I’m not that great at math, but Quinn is pretty amazing at it though,” Rachel continues on, looking to Quinn to stop her.
“So yeah, did you want any homework help tonight? Between Rach and I, I’m pretty sure we could be helpful,” Quinn continued, allowing Rachel to stop. Before she could go on, Brittney’s phone vibrates, alerting everyone of a text message. Seeing Brittney’s non-response, Quinn leans over and grabs the phone.
“Sweety? You seem to have quite a few text messages,” she says as she checks the phone. “It looks like San’s been trying to get a hold of you,” she says, noticing the 23 new text messages in her inbox all from Santana. “I think she might be worried about you. Is there something you want to talk about?” she questions as she moves closer to Brittney. Once Quinn makes it past the pile of homework, her arm has steadily works itself around the quiet girl, and pulls her in close.
“I think S wants to stop being friends with me,” is the solemn reply she finally gets.
“Did San hurt you? Because honey, she can be an ass sometimes and say stupid thing. But I’m quite sure she cares for you.”
“She, she wanted to talk. Yesterday, we were getting dressed and stuff, then she said she wanted to talk. And I got scared, because the last time I saw her look so serious, was when she told me she told me she told me she hooked up with Puck. It hurt so much! So I left, because I figured, if I left, then she couldn’t hurt me again, and if she doesn’t hurt me again, I can still have her, you know?” Brittney rushed out as she explained the situation.
“So you think S might have hooked up with Puck again?” Rachel asked, recalling Puck’s admission that he and Santana hadn’t done so in months.
“Yes. No. I don’t know, but she looked so serious and everything. What if it wasn’t just Puck? What if she was bored and wanted to stop? And I know she’s scared, but I don’t know what I would do if her kisses stopped,” Brittney went on. “Every Saturday night I sleep over, and every Sunday morning she kisses me awake. I don’t want that to stop. I know you guys think she mean and a bitch, but she’s so, so good to me. Did you know that the last time there was a thunderstorm; she drove over here to lay with me, because she knew I was scared? I didn’t even get the chance to call her, she just showed up, and said something about her house being to cold, so she wanted to crash here. I know she was just saying for my sake, but she so good to me, and I can’t just lose her,” Brittney chokes out, as she begins to cry.
“Aw, Hun, it’s ok,” Quinn tells her. “Why don’t we all go see S and have a talk. Because you know, San seems to be in a really bad mood today. And honestly, I don’t think she’s hooking up with Puck. He just went to go check on her, and she kicked him in the nuts,” Quinn tells her, letting out a small chuckle in the end. “We’ll fix this, I promise. You and San are like a perfect couple. And honestly, you’re the only one who can keep her from beating on people, so we kind of need you guys to be ok,” Quinn replies jokingly, or not. Letting out a small sigh, Brittney gives a hesitant nod and follows Rachel and Quinn off the bed.
“You don’t think San would hit a pregnant girl do you?” Quinn whispers to Rachel as they make their way out, a little bit ahead of Brittney.
……………
The room was dark when they entered. They found Santana perched on her bed, looking listlessly out her window. Turning on the light, Quinn ushered Brittney towards the bed, while she and Rachel settled on the floor by the door.
“Hey San, uhm, well, we were a bit worried, and I know you didn’t really want us to, uhm, be in your business, but we brought Britt here so you could talk, and if you could refrain from punching my face, I’d appreciate it,” Rachel let out, squeezing Quinn’s’ hand tightly.
Santana finally moves her head from the window and face Brittney, completely ignoring the two girls on her floor. She watches as Brittney looks down at her bedspread and traces the simple patterns that cover the sheet.
“Hey,” Santana half whispers as she continues watching her lover.
“Hey,” Brittney whispers back, refusing to allow herself to look at the other girl.
“I’ve, I’ve, uh, been trying to get a hold of you. Haven’t seen you all day,” Santana replies, wondering if Brittney will ever actually look her in the face.
“I’ve been busy today. You know, lots of homework and stuff.”
“I offered to help,” Santana counters.
“Figured I should try to learn it on my own you know, just in case,” Brittney reasons.
“B, I’m sorry okay? I shouldn’t have brought it up, if you don’t… if you don’t want to date me, I get it. You could’ve just said no, instead of leaving me high and dry,” Santana chokes out, willing herself not to cry. It’ll be a cold day in hell when she let’s Berry and preggers see her cry.
“Wait, what? You, you want to date? I thought, I thought maybe you didn’t like me anymore,” Brittney rattles out.
“Why would you think that?! Geeze B, can’t you tell that I’m pretty much in love with you?!”
“Love?”
“Yeah, well, I mean… I go one day without talking to you and I’m horrible. I, I can’t, fuck B. I can barely even function without you,” Santana says, looking away, trying to hide the blush that's begun to form on her face.
“Yesterday you got all serious, and it scared me. It reminded me of the time you told me you and Puck hooked up. And I didn’t want you to hurt me so I left,” Brittney reasoned out.
“I, I wanted to ask you if we could be official,” Santana finished as she moved closer to Brittney.
“Yes! I want you to be mine. Forever,” Brittney happily replies before she leans in and kisses Santana. “I love you too,” she mumbles into the kiss, before she’s tumbles back into the bed with a Santana to follow.
It’s then that Rachel and Quinn decide to make a hasty retreat back home.