The Light At The End Of The Tunnel Year: 2012
Chapter One
Brittany S. Pierce makes her way down the hallway of McKinley High, with a bright smile across her face. She walks down the rows of lockers, smiling and waving to random students who lurked in the hallway. Brittany was one of the most popular girls in school, and it wasn't because she had basically bitched her way up the latter like her best friend Quinn had.
Brittany honestly didn't care about popularity; she had just somehow gotten there. She was a naturally friendly person; she talked to anyone who was willing. She had once held an hour long conversation with a deaf kid who sat next to her, not even realizing he hadn't heard a word she had said, or even realized she had been talking to him.
She was one of the sweetest girls in the school, and therefore everyone loved her. Her best friend Quinn had even persuaded her freshman year to try out for cheerios. She wasn't too sure at first, because the coach scared her, but as soon as she discovered how much dancing was involved; she fell in love. She had of course made it with ease; being a natural dancer, and was one of the best on the squad. Coach Sylvester told her she would have been captain before Quinn, if she'd only grow a backbone. Coach needed someone ruthless, and that just wasn't Brittany.
However, Brittany didn't care about being captain; she just wanted to dance.
She spots Quinn leaning up against her locker talking to Noah Puckerman, who was hovering over her dangerously close. Brittany knew Quinn couldn't stand the boy, but she also knew Quinn wouldn't tell him off because she knew it would ruin her popularity. If there was one thing Quinn cared about it was her popularity. Puck was one of the most popular guys in the school, and rejecting him would be like throwing yourself under a bus.
"Hey Quinn." Brittany smiles as she approaches her own locker that was a few down from the other blonde. "Puck." She says, her voice slightly less cheerful as she greeted the boy with the mohawk. She wasn't a fan of the boy; he was always making fun of her because she sometimes didn't understand things, or would have random answers to things. He said he was doing it in good fun, but it still hurt. Quinn told her he only did it because he was mad Brittany had refused his offer when he asked her out.
Both Quinn and Puck look over at Brittany, hearing their names being called, Quinn smiling brightly at her best friend, "Hey Brittany." Quinn greets as Puck stands up straight, giving Quinn some of her personal space back. "What are you doing this weekend?" Quinn asks, turning to lean on her shoulder so she was facing Brittany more as she spoke to her.
"I'll see you guys later." Puck says cutting Brittany off before she even had a chance to speak. He gives Quinn one last look before turning down the hallway, catching up with Sam who had just walked out of a classroom.
Quinn turns her attention back to Brittany after Pucks exit, waiting on her to respond to her previous question. "Oh um I'm not really sure. Probably hang out with Artie." Brittany says with a shrug, making Quinn's face scrunch up in what looked like disgust.
"You're still dating him?" She asks, making Brittany roll her eyes. It was no secret that Quinn wasn't fond of her dating Artie, and she had no problem showing her distaste for couple either. Brittany just lets out a sigh, and nods her head not looking over at her best friend as she placed some things in her locker. "Why?" Quinn asks, clearly confused to as why Brittany would be dating the kid in the wheel chair. "You're like the most popular girl in school." Quinn says, only to pause for a second, "After me of course." She adds with a shrug as if it was obvious. Brittany gives Quinn an unimpressed look and the blonde continues, "You could have any guy you want, and you choose him?"
Brittany slams her locker door shut and turns to Quinn, placing a hand on her hip, "Yes I do." she says simply as Quinn just looks at her, waiting on her to give her a reason. "He's nice." She says in a soft tone. "I don't understand a lot of things he says, but he's sweet and he actually likes me. He doesn't just want me for sex like all other guys here." She says folding her arms over her chest.
Quinn looks at the blonde for a moment before slowly nodding her head, "Yeah, okay." She says with a shrug, accepting the answer. "Come on let's go to practice." Quinn says, making Brittany nod her head and follow her best friend down the hallway.
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Brittany walks out of the cheerio's locker room; her bag on her shoulder, and almost collides into Artie. "Oh hey." She says with a smile as he immediately grins back at her.
"Hey, I was just looking for you." He states as they begin making their way down the empty hallway.
"Well here I am." Brittany says simply as they round the corner, headed for the blonde's locker. "How was your AV club meeting?" Brittany asks while stopping in front of her locker to open it up.
Artie stops his chair next to her, and hits the lock on the wheels before looking up at her, replying, "It was really good." He says simply. He had learned a long time ago to spare her the details of the meetings, because she had no idea what he was talking about, and frankly didn't care. "How was practice?" he asks her in return.
A thoughtful look spreads across the blondes face for a brief moment before she continues her task, "It was good, tiring as always." She says with a shrug, glancing down at him before continuing to stuff books into her bag that she would need for homework. Although she probably wouldn't end up doing it anyways; she never understood it. Even when Artie would help her, he just ended up doing it for her not having the patience to keep trying to teach it to her.
"Are you hungry? We could go by breadstix." He suggests with a shrug as he watches her zip up her bag, and close her locker door before turning to look at him.
Brittany throws her bag over her shoulder and nods her head, "Yeah i'm starving." She says as he nods, and unlocks the wheels of his chairs. Brittany smiles at him and grabs the handles of his chair, wheeling him out the door. "Could we maybe go to the park afterwards?" She asks him as they make their way out of the school and down the ramp to the parking lot.
Artie looks back at her curiously, "Why?" He says with a small laugh, not understanding why she'd want to go to a park filled with kids running around.
Brittany shrugs even though Artie had already turned around and couldn't see her, "I don't know. It's a pretty day, and I haven't been in awhile." She says in a small voice, a little embarrassed now by her request.
Artie lets out a sigh, and an eye roll knowing his girlfriend couldn't see his face at the moment, "Sure I guess we can for a little while." He replies, making her frown quickly turn into a smile as she shrieks in happiness. Artie tries to hold back another eye roll at his girlfriends childlike behavior. He found it cute sometimes, but other times it was too much. Like now when he just wanted to go to his house and play halo the rest of the afternoon instead of spending it at a park filled with delinquents.
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Later that afternoon, Brittany made her way inside the gates wheeling her boyfriend, in front of her. She had a huge grin plastered across her face as they made their way down the side walk towards the swings. She stops his wheelchair next to the post and makes her way over to the closest swing, and sits down.
Gripping the chain with her hands she pushes off with her feet to get herself going, before pumping with her legs. She looks over at her boyfriend who was grinning at her as she let out a squeal of excitement. She pumps her legs even harder making herself go as high as she could; her childlike smile never faltering. "It feels like i'm flying!" She screams, putting both of her arms out to the side, and closes her eyes.
Artie's smile falters slightly as he watches her swing that high without hanging on, "Britt, please don't fall." He says, folding his arms over his chest. He knew she was having fun, and he was happy for that, but her childlike antics sometimes got to him.
Brittany opens her eyes back up and looks over at him, before putting her hands back on the chains. "You're no fun." She states as she slows herself down. She drags her feet across the ground a few times, completely stopping herself and looks over at him.
He just rolls his eyes at the blonde, but smiles softly at her. "I'm sorry I don't want you killing yourself." He replies sarcastically, making her just look over at him, tilting her head to the side slightly.
A smile just grows on the blonde's face, before she jumps up out of the swing, and runs over to the playground, climbing up on the first platform. "I used to come here like everyday when I was little." She tells the boy as he rolls over to her.
Artie just looks up and watches her with an amused look on his face as she runs around the playground like a child. Surprisingly there was hardly anyone else in the park, but it was probably because the sun had just began to set.
Brittany crouches down to crawl through one of the tunnels but stops abruptly when she sees someone already occupying it. She crawls a little closer and tilts her head to get a better look at the figure. It was a girl lying in the tunnel with dark hair sprawled all across her face. She seemed to be sleeping by the way her chest was slowly rising and falling.
Artie rolls around the playground searching for the blonde who had suddenly become quiet, and sees her crouched down looking inside the tunnel; her eyes scrunched in confusion. "Britt?" He asks carefully, making his way over to her, the best he could in the mulch beneath his chair.
Brittany hears Artie calling her name, but doesn't even think to answer him as she continues staring at the figure in the tunnel, deciding on what to do. She reaches out to gently touch the girl, but before she could the girl rolls over onto her back, making Brittany jump back slightly.
She sits as still as possible and watches as the girls chest begins rising slowly once again, signaling she was back asleep. Brittany looks up at the girls face and her eyes widen in shock and her mouth hangs open slightly. "Britt, you okay?" She hears Artie ask from behind her.
She turns around to see him staring at her in concern, but she turns her attention back to the girl in the tunnel, ignoring him, "Santana?" She asks, making the girl in the tunnel awake, and jump up quickly, bumping her head on the top of the tunnel in the process.
"Ow!" The brunette exclaims, bringing her hand up to rub over the now growing bump on her head. She looks up and meets Brittany's wide eyes as hers also widen in surprise. "Brittany." She breaths out as the two just stare at each other, trying to comprehend what was going on.
"Do you know her?" Artie asks, finally seeing the girl in the tunnel now that she was sitting up. He looks over at his girlfriend confused, and she just looks back at him, opening her mouth to speak, but quickly closes it back not knowing what to say.
Santana snaps out of her trance after hearing the boys voice, and she looks down at him. She gives him a good look over before turning back to Brittany. She didn't know who he was, but she knew she already didn't like him. Santana quickly scoots out of the tunnel and sits directly in front of Brittany.
The smile that had been present on the blonde's face quickly fades as she takes in Santana's appearance. "What happened?" The blonde asks softly, letting her fingers gently brush over a dark bruise on Santana's right eye.
Santana grabs Brittany's hand and brings it away from her face, "I was just out here sleeping and some kids nailed me with a baseball. Not the safest place to sleep." She says with a small laugh, making Brittany smile.
"Wait? You're sleeping here again?" Brittany asks with a frown, as Santana just nods her head in response, looking down at the plastic beneath her. Brittany studies the girl for a few moments, chewing on her bottom lip as the wheels in her head begin to turn. She jumps up onto her feet, making Santana jump back slightly and look up at her confused. "You're coming with me." Brittany states, offering the Latina her hand.
Artie's eyes widen behind her along with Santana's, "Britt I don't think that is a good idea." Artie states, making the blonde turn to look at him along with Santana.
Santana tries her best to hold back a scowl, and turns her attention back to Brittany and smiles softly, "He's right Brittany." She says softly, making the boy smile proudly. "Thank you, but i'll be fine here. I can't do that to you again."
Brittany's eyebrows scrunch in confusion as she looks down at the Latina. "No!" She finally says loudly, making both Santana and Artie look up at her slightly shocked by her outburst. "You're coming with me." She says firmly, folding her arms over her chest. She sounded like a child who was protesting eating their vegetables, and Santana couldn't help but smile at the girl.
Santana lets out a sigh, and stands up, "Fine, but just for a couple of nights, okay? Until I figure out where to go next." She says, making the blonde's frown quickly turn into a smile.
"Okay." The blonde replies with a firm head nod. She then holds her hand up with her pinkie sticking straight up, and looks over at Santana expectantly.
The Latina can't help the smile that erupts on her face as she links her pinkie with Brittany's; a warm feeling quickly taking over her entire body at the contact.
Brittany jumps off the platform, dragging Santana down with her; the huge grin still plastered across her face. She drags the Latina down the sidewalk towards her car, with Artie slowly rolling behind them, eying Santana the whole way. He wasn't sure who this girl was or how Brittany knew her, but he knew he already didn't like her.
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Brittany pulls her car up to Artie's house and puts it into park, before stepping out of the drivers seat. "I'll just be a second." She tells the dark haired girl in the back seat who just nods in response. Brittany smiles and moves around to the back, opening up the trunk retrieving Artie's wheelchair out of the backseat.
She unfolds it and wheels it around to the passenger side of the car, where Artie had already opened the door. Brittany reaches out for him and picks him up, helping him into his chair. Once situated she closes the passenger door and wheels him to the front door.
Santana gets out of the backseat of the car, and leans up against the side as she watches Brittany and Artie at the door. The boy was saying something to her, and Santana figured it was about her, because he seemed to be lecturing Brittany, and he glanced over at Santana briefly before continuing. Santana just rolled her eyes, giving him her best scowl before he quickly looked away from her.
Brittany gets down on her knees and places her hands on either of his knees, saying something that made him let out a sigh, but eventually smile at her. Santana saw Brittany lean in placing a kiss on his lips, and had to fight hard from puking right there in his yard, although she wouldn't really mind to be honest.
She rolls her eyes and opens up the passenger side door, before climbing in, not wanting to witness the two of them any longer. She wasn't sure why she already didn't like him. He just didn't seem good enough for Brittany; of course nobody did.
After making sure Artie had safely made it inside his house, Brittany makes her way back to her car, sliding into the drivers seat, looking over at Santana. The Latina had her arms crossed tightly across her chest as she stared straight in front of her. "I didn't think I'd ever see you again." Brittany says quietly, making Santana look over at her.
"Yeah, me either." Santana replies simply, turning her gaze back to the road. Brittany watches her for a few more seconds before putting her car into drive, and heads down the road towards her house.
After pulling up in her driveway, Brittany steps out of the car, and starts making her way to the front door when she realizes Santana was not following her. She turns around to see the Latina still sat in the car.
Frowning, the blonde makes her way to the car, and knocks on the window, making Santana look up at her. Brittany opens up the door, realizing Santana had no intentions of doing it herself, and stares down at the girl. "Santana what's the matter?" Brittany asks confused.
Santana stares blankly at the house for a few moments before softly rasping out her response, "I can't go in there." She says quietly, confusing the blonde even more.
"Why not?" She asks simply. Santana ignores Brittany and just continues to stare blankly at the front door, tightening her arms around herself even more. Brittany kneels down, getting to the Latina's level, and tilts her head to the side, studying her. "Tana, what's the matter?" Brittany asks softly, using the nickname she'd giving the brunette when they were younger.
Hearing Brittany use her nickname, made the warm tingly sensation float within Santana; the feeling she hadn't felt in years. She looks back over at Brittany with watery eyes, and the blonde just scrunches her eyebrows up in confusion. She wasn't sure why Santana refused to go inside of her house.
Santana leans over to the blonde and wraps her arms around Brittany's neck, pulling her into a tight embrace, causing Brittany to slightly lose her balance. She hears Santana sniffle into her neck, and quickly brings her hand up, running it through black locks, "Hey, it's okay." Brittany says soothingly, trying to calm the distressed girl down.
Realizing she was breaking down before the blonde, Santana quickly pulls back, wiping away her tears, mentally kicking herself for letting Brittany see her like this. "I'm sorry." She whispers, her voice scratchy from the crying.
"Hey, don't be sorry." Brittany says, reaching out to run her fingers through the girls dark locks once again. "You have nothing to be sorry for." She adds looking at Santana firmly. Santana looks up meeting Brittany's ocean blue eyes, and just nods her head in response. "Come on, let's go inside. It's okay." Brittany assures her, standing back up, offering her hand out to Santana.
Santana looks down at the blonde's hand and with a deep intake of breath, takes Brittany's hand in her own, and gets out of the car. Brittany laces their fingers together and pulls Santana to the front door, dragging her inside.
"Mom? Dad?" Brittany yells, pulling Santana around the house like a rag doll in search of her parents.
"Brittany really, I don't think this is a good idea." Santana says, making Brittany stop, and turn to her. "I'll just go back to the park, I'll be fine really." She says, hoping the blonde would say yes, although she knew that would never happen.
Before Brittany had a chance to reply though, her mother walked into the room, "What's with all the yelling?" She asks looking over at her daughter, before turning her gaze to the girl that stood next to Brittany, making her eyes widen in shock. "Santana?" She asks, staring at the girl in complete shock.
"Hi, Mrs. Pierce." Santana says awkwardly, averting her eyes to the ground as she rocked back and forth on the balls of her feet.
Susan Pierce takes a few tentative steps closer to the girl, and she could see the Latina tense the closer she got, "What happened?" She whispers, placing her hand under Santana's chin, to bring her face up where she could inspect the purple bruise.
Santana opens her mouth to speak, but closes it averting her eyes once again, "I got hit with a baseball at the park." She replies, looking up at the woman briefly. Susan narrows her eyes at Santana, searching dark ones for more answers, making Santana look back down at the ground.
"She's sleeping there again mom." Brittany says, from behind the two of them. Susan looks back at Brittany before turning her gaze back to Santana with a heavy sigh, "She can stay here right?" Brittany asks hopefully.
Susan studies the brunette for a few moments before nodding her head, "Of course she can." She concludes with a firm nod. "You can stay in Emily's room since she's away at college." She says, making Brittany smile widely, and Santana just nod her head.
"Thank you." The Latina says, quietly but gratefully.
"Do you have any bags or anything?" Susan asks the Latina gently. She knew under the circumstances that Santana probably didn't have much with her, if she had anything at all.
Santana averts her gaze to the ground before shaking her head slowly, "I did, but…they got stolen." She says quietly, still looking down at the ground. She was too embarrassed to look at anyone. She hated having to mooch off of other people. She was already intruding by spending a few nights in their house, and now she had no clothes or anything.
"That's okay." Susan says placing a comforting hand on Santana's shoulder. The Latina slowly rises her head up to meet Susan's blue eyes that were staring at her with nothing but sincerity, calming her slightly. "Britt, why don't you take her upstairs and let her shower and find her some of your clothes?" She suggests moving her gaze over to her youngest daughter.
"Okay." Brittany says simply, with a nod of her head. She grabs Santana's hand in her own and pulls her up the staircase to her bedroom.
Susan watches the two girls retreat up the stairs and can't help but let out a heavy sigh as she tries to keep the tears from spilling out her of eyes. She hears Brittany's bedroom door open and close back, and she makes her way into the kitchen, wiping the lone tear from her cheek with a sniffle.
Upstairs Brittany leads Santana into her bedroom, and shuts the door behind them. She watches as Santana stands in the middle of the room, looking around awkwardly, taking in her surroundings, not exactly sure what to do or say next. "You're room hasn't changed much." Santana notes, still letting her eyes drift around the space, "Just a bigger bed." She adds with a small smile.
The blonde lets out a laugh, and nods her head, "Yeah." She says simply. Brittany walks over to her bathroom door and opens it, before turning back to Santana, "You can come take a shower, if you'd like. I'll find you some clothes." Brittany states as Santana silently nods her head and walks past the blonde into the bathroom.
Brittany shuts the door quietly behind Santana and walks over to her dresser in search of something that would fit the small Latina. She finally decides on looking for some sweat pants, figuring her jeans wouldn't fit the girl, considering she was a few inches taller, and bit more muscular. Santana was even skinnier now than she had remembered, which probably meant she hadn't been eating much lately.
Brittany hears the water in the bathroom turn on, and she carefully places the sweatpants on her bed before going back to find a tshirt. She pulls out a red cheerio's t-shirt and lies it on top of the black sweatpants. Satisfied with her selection she turns and walks out her bedroom door.
Brittany makes her way down the stairs and walks into the kitchen where she sees her mother, standing over the stove mixing something in a pot, and her sister, Ashley, standing nearby, watching, and munching on some of the uncut vegetables. She walks over to her mom and wraps her arms around the older woman's waist and places her chin on her mother's shoulder.
"Hey, I heard Santana is back." Ashley says, looking over at her baby sister. The youngest blonde simply nods her head silently. "Mom said you found her in the park again. That's crazy." She comments, her eyes widening slightly as she spoke about the incident.
"Is she showering?" Her mother asks, turning her head slightly to glance at her daughter. Brittany just silently nods her head against Susan's shoulder confirming the statement.
"What's she look like now? I haven't seen her in what? Like 7 years?" Ashley wonders aloud. "I bet she's hot. She was the cutest little kid." The girl asks with a smirk, making Brittany roll her eyes at her older sister.
Susan gives Ashley a stern look, before she goes back to her cooking, "Ash you sound like a pedophile." Brittany comments, glancing over at her sister briefly.
"I didn't say she was hot as a child." Ashley draws out, emphasizing her point, "She was a cute kid, one of those that you can tell will be really pretty when she grows up." The older blonde says, shrugging her shoulders.
Brittany simply rolls her eyes, and chooses to brush her sister off, turning her attention back to her mother's cooking. The three women fall into a silence the only sound being heard was Ashely munching loudly on a carrot while texting on her cell phone. Brittany had many things running through her head at the moment, but she wasn't sure how to word any of it, and even if she could figure out how to ask what she wanted, she knew her mother wasn't going to have any answers for her.
Brittany lets go of her mother and props herself up on the counter next to the stove, and lets out a sigh. "Mom, why do you think she was sleeping in the park again?" Brittany asks quietly, playing with her hands in her lap.
Susan stops cooking and turns towards her daughter whose big blue eyes were staring innocently at her, flooded with confusion and curiosity. "I don't know honey." Her mother says honestly, placing a comforting hand on Brittany's knee. "But she'll be okay." She says, in a soothing tone, trying her best to convince Brittany, and herself that Santana would in fact be okay. Although she wasn't quite sure if she would be. "I wonder how long she's been there." The blonde wonders aloud, and the question just seems to hang in the air, because neither knew the answer.
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Freshly showered, Santana walks out of Brittany's bathroom with a towel wrapped snuggly around her body. She looks around the room for any sign on the bubbly blonde, but doesn't see her anywhere. She spots the clothes laid out on the bed, and walks over, picking up the shirt.
She lets the towel fall from her body and slips the red shirt over her head, before putting the rest of the articles of clothing on her body. She slips back into the bathroom and locates the hairdryer under the cabinet and plugs it in before blowdrying her dark locks.
Santana puts the hair dryer back where she had found it and throws her towel into the dirty hamper, being sure to put the bathroom exactly how she had found it. She already felt she was burdening the family, by staying there, she didn't want to leave a mess.
Satisfied with the bathroom she turns back towards the mirror, and looks at her reflection with a heavy sigh. She could barely stand to look at herself anymore. Her face was sunken in from the significant amount of weight she had lost from a lack of food, and she had dark circles under her eyes. Not to mention the purple bruise formed around her right eye.
Santana runs her fingers softly over the forming bruise, wincing slightly in pain before letting her hand drop back down to her side. Resisting the urge to punch her own reflection in the mirror, Santana turns and walks out of the bathroom turning off the light and closing the door behind her.
Santana makes her way slowly down the stairs, she hears whispering from in the kitchen and is almost positive they are talking about her. Making her presence known, she clears her throat before entering the kitchen, making all three women stop talking immediately and look over at her.
Brittany smiles brightly at her place on the counter, and Susan smiles softly before turning back to her task at hand. Santana's eyes then drift over to Brittany's sister who was staring at her intently, making her feel completely awkward. "Hey." Brittany finally says cheerfully, breaking the silence in the room, looking at the Latina, who just smiles softly at her.
"Are you hungry Santana? Dinner is almost ready." Susan says over her shoulder, glancing back at Santana briefly.
"Starving." Santana admits with a nod.
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After dinner Brittany and Santana had migrated to the living room couch, and were currently watching That 70s show. Santana had been extremely quiet the entire night, and just sat idly at the dinner table listening to the Pierce family discuss their day.
Her mother and father had both tried asking Santana questions, but she had answered them vaguely and shortly, before averting her eyes away from them, not wanting to talk about herself, which her parents had respected, and eventually left the girl alone.
Brittany wanted to talk to her, and ask her where she had been all these years, and what had happened as to why she was back in that park, but she was scared. She knew Santana long enough to know she didn't like talking about feelings, and also Brittany wasn't sure if she wanted to hear. Seeing Santana have a mini break down in the car earlier had torn her up. She wasn't sure if she could handle anything more than that.
The blonde looks on the other side of the couch where Santana was curled up against the arm, hugging one of Brittany's sweatshirts close to her body as her eyes stared blankly at the television. Brittany could tell although the Latina was looking at the TV, she wasn't actually watching; her mind was elsewhere. Brittany wasn't sure where that was, but she partially wanted to know. "Santana?" Brittany asks quietly, making Santana slowly pick her head up off the arm rest, and look over at her.
Brittany opens her mouth up to speak, but closes it back, not knowing exactly how to approach this question. She actually had many questions running through her mind, but she just didn't know how to ask her.
Santana studies the blonde's face for a few moments, before clearing her throat, and standing up. She looks back down at Brittany who was now looking at her confused at the sudden movement, "I'm tired. I'm going to go to bed." The brunette says, stretching her arms over her head as she lets out a small yawn. "Night."
Brittany just nods her head weekly, offering the Latina a smile, "Goodnight." She replies softly as she watches Santana walk away from her, "Santana." She calls out suddenly, making the Latina stop, and turn to look at her, "I'm glad you're here." Brittany says quietly, averting her eyes to the ground, feeling self conscious about her statement.
Santana smiles softly at the blonde, "I told you that I'd always come back to you." Santana replies making Brittany look back up to see Santana smiling warmly at her and the blonde returns a bright smile.
Santana then turns on her heel, and Brittany watches her retreat up the stairs to her sisters bedroom. She stared blankly at the staircase the Latina had just walked up, and couldn't help but think of the first time she ever met Santana. It was like deja vu.
Okay so story will get angsty! Let me know please if you think I should continue! :)