Hidden Moments 2/5 - Out
Title: Hidden Moments 2/5 - Out
Author: Stargirl888
Word Count: approx 750 for part 2
Spoilers: None - AU
Pairing: Brittany/Santana
Rating: T
WARNINGS: Light Angst
Summary: Some moments between a couple are private, profound, and incomprehensible to everyone else
A/N: So I prompted something similar at the fluff meme a while back but now decided to fill it myself. Special thanks to my beta!
A/N 2: This is the most planned and thought out fic I’ve written to date and I’m rather proud of it so please let me know your thoughts.
Part 1
“What am I going to do now?”
Kurt paused just before rounding the corner into Beach Street during his evening run. He thought he vaguely recognised the voice, but for the life of him couldn’t place it. Whoever it was was audibly upset though.
“You’re going to get through this, just like you’ve gotten through everything else life has thrown at you.” Now that voice he placed straight away, which meant he had a fair bet who her companion was. Not quite believing it though since it was by far the most lucid thing he had ever heard her say he chanced a peek around the tree on the corner that was blocking the road from view before quickly pulling back as the impact of the sight hit him. He then knew why he hadn’t placed her voice before; he had never heard her so quiet and dejected - whenever Santana spoke at school she was always guarded, her voice harsh and cold, never coloured by more than the most superficial of emotions, but now...now was different. Sneaking another glance he gasped as the setting sunlight caused the tears trickling down her cheek to shimmer; there was something unsettling with seeing the latina girl this way; sitting crouched on the pavement curled into a tight ball as though trying to physically keep herself together any other way. Santana was meant to be the strong one, the cold hearted bitch who kept everyone in line and never let anything get to her, no one would believe that that same girl was now sitting on the side of the road with tears running down her face.
He should leave, Kurt knew it was a bad idea to stay, and not just because if Santana found out she’d most likely have him drawn and quartered for seeing her momentary weakness but also because it felt wrong to intrude on her pain. He couldn’t seem to help himself though, he had to know what had caused this change, so he stayed.
“When I told him,” Santana’s voice floated back to Kurts hiding spot, carrying clearly on the quiet evening air. “I..I thought...”
“You should have waited for someone to be with you,” Brittany’s voice had an edge to it that Kurt had never heard before, though he was not quite sure who it was directed at.
“Why ?” Her demand was harsh, but the desperation it attempted to hide was easy to distinguish. “No one could’ve changed his mind.”
Kurt chanced another quick look. Santana was pacing now, her back to Kurt, her every move tense and sharp while Brittany, who had remained seated up till then now stood up, grabbing Santana’s hands as she passed and pulling the girl to a stop before her. Her next words so quiet Kurt had to strain to hear them, curiosity compelling him to actually lean around the tree and risking discovery.
“I would have been there for you.” Brittany gently released her right hand, reaching to gently caress the latina’s cheek. Santana winced slightly at the touch ut didn’t pull away, her eyes closing briefly.
“I told you once before,” Santana’s eyes fluttered open, the sun taking that moment to completely drop behind the houses, making it hard to see, though Kurt was certain that their gazes were locked intently on each other, Brittany’s hand still resting lightly on her cheek. “I will never let him near enough to hurt you.”
Kurt felt himself shiver at the conviction in her voice before they both fell into an understanding silence, where Kurt knew that even without words they were communicating.
“And now it appears I don’t have to worry about him being near me either.” Santana added a moment later, bitterness infusing her tone as she let out a humourless bark of laughter, Brittany’s arm dropping to her side and their shadows separating as Brittany bent to pick up what Kurt presumed was their bags, throwing both over her shoulder.
“Come on, lets get you some frozen veg.” Brittany suggested, reaching out her arm to the still immobile figure who accepted the invite, no doubt linking pinkies as they began to walk down the street, and thankfully away from Kurt’s hiding place.
Part 3