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It had been a horrible day at school, and Brittany can't stop worrying about Santana. Everything that had been going on in recent days, with Finn opening his big mouth and the aftermath of it, has left Brittany unsure of a lot of things. It had been easy for her before. She loved Santana and she wanted to be with Santana. She didn't over think it. She didn't ask what it meant, or who she was because of it. She just wanted to be with the person she loved.
When she heard Santana singing during their mash-up and saw the pain in her eyes, her heart broke. A part of her felt responsible, because she was a big part of the equation. She didn't want people picking on Santana, or hating Santana, or anything. Mostly though she didn't want Santana hating herself. She sees things in the other girl that so many people don't, or can't. Things that Santana doesn't let them see. She knows how incredible her best friend is, and she wishes everyone else saw it.
She's now curled up on her bed, thinking. She has been here since she got home from school. Her cell phone is laying beside her head on the pillow and she keeps checking it, waiting for a text or call from Santana. She knows Santana went to talk to her grandmother, and she's impatient to hear how it goes. She wants it to be okay. She wants everything to be okay.
Mostly though she just wants Santana. She wants to hide in the space between them that is theirs; where no one can judge them. That space where everything is good and right.
She checks her phone again and rolls onto her back. The house is quiet with her parents gone, but she doesn't want to turn on music. She doesn't want to do anything but lay there and wait.
When she heard Santana singing during their mash-up and saw the pain in her eyes, her heart broke. A part of her felt responsible, because she was a big part of the equation. She didn't want people picking on Santana, or hating Santana, or anything. Mostly though she didn't want Santana hating herself. She sees things in the other girl that so many people don't, or can't. Things that Santana doesn't let them see. She knows how incredible her best friend is, and she wishes everyone else saw it.
She's now curled up on her bed, thinking. She has been here since she got home from school. Her cell phone is laying beside her head on the pillow and she keeps checking it, waiting for a text or call from Santana. She knows Santana went to talk to her grandmother, and she's impatient to hear how it goes. She wants it to be okay. She wants everything to be okay.
Mostly though she just wants Santana. She wants to hide in the space between them that is theirs; where no one can judge them. That space where everything is good and right.
She checks her phone again and rolls onto her back. The house is quiet with her parents gone, but she doesn't want to turn on music. She doesn't want to do anything but lay there and wait.
