I didn’t see this before, but even though like, you saw me on the airplane with everyone else… yes?
Santana shot off the couch when she heard a soft knock at the door. With shaky hands she straightened up her appearance slightly. She took in a deep breath and released it slowly. This was the “moment” she had been waiting for and dreading. She needed to have that talk with Brittany. More importantly, she wanted to have that talk with Brittany.
She missed being around the blonde.
The apartment loft was empty as Kurt and Rachel were out shopping. When Santana had told Rachel of her meeting with Brittany she saw that brief look of hesitance/fear in the brunette’s eyes before it was masked. She knew Rachel trusted her though..both of them.
Santana made her way over to the front door an opened it. She grinned and shuffled awkwardly in place for a moment. Should they hug…or? “Uh, hey,” she said, with a small wave. She took a step to the side, “Um, come in.”
Brittany wasn’t sure if she was ready for this. Honestly, she knew she wasn’t. The fact of the matter was, no matter how many times they fought, or how many different ways Santana basically said that Brittany’s love wasn’t enough to make her love someone else more, Brittany couldn’t get over it. She felt pathetic. But, Santana asked her. And she had done the friendship thing with Santana before. At least then, she was as certain about why they weren’t together as she could be. Santana had loved her, but was afraid. It stung, but it was clear.
This past half year though… she wanted to be understanding, and caring, but at the same time she just wanted to stop talking to all of her friends and move somewhere else. Somewhere where she could just get over everything that had happened and become her own person again. Because that was the problem, wasn’t it? Santana stopped wanting to be BrittanyandSantana, and when she broke off for good, Brittanyand… she just sat there, holding the broken pieces.
The last time they had seen each other, not counting when Santana had a welcome-home party and Brittany skirted the edges, was at Brittany’s apartment. Brittany was trying so hard to just get over her. And it still wasn’t working, because even now, when Santana hesitated and pulled her arms back, Brittany wanted to just walk away or cry. Or both. She nodded, and walked in, her arms crossed and trying not to look too much at the things around her.
Nest building by Stefano Ronchi.
Text: Britt, we could meet somewhere else.
Text: There’s no where else to meet. I don’t want to do it here again, and it’s only… it’s only fair. I don’t want to talk somewhere public either, so. It’s… it’s fine. 2pm.
Text: We could meet at mine. Munch and Hummel are going shopping so they’ll be out.
Text: … okay. See you then.
Text: Okay. Where do you want to meet?
Text: Anywhere’s fine.
Text: How’s tomorrow around 2 for you?
Text: I’ll make it work.
I’m still upset about it, Brittany.
This is as sad as when Brenda died and the girl from Picket Fences and that hot girl from Mistresses had to find a new sister because she wasn’t getting paid enough.