Fic: Deeper Meanings Part 3
Title: Deeper Meanings
Pairing: Brittany / Santana
Rating: 18/M
Summary: Deeper Meanings behind Santana. Domestic Violence exists in this fic.
Spoilers: All to be safe
Disclaimer: I'm a non owner, this is for my profit free fun and hopefully for the enjoyment of others.
Part 1
Part 2
Santana's head was pounding. That was the first thing she noticed when she woke up. The second thing;was that she wasn't in her bed. This had the effect of making her panic, trying to remember if she'd done anything stupid last night. More stupid then the amount of alcohol she'd been throwing down her neck the night before.
Truth was, no matter how hard she thought about it she couldn't remember if she had. All she knew was this wasn't her bed and it wasn't Brittany's either.
She didn't really want to open her eyes, if her headache was any indication she had one hell of a hangover. Meaning the pain would only get worse by opening her eyes.
The brunette still however needed to know where she was. Doing the only thing she could think of that wouldn't make her head hurt more, she sniffed the pillow that her head was laid on. It smelt familiar but she couldn't place it, all she could tell was that it was definitely a girl's bed. Santana knew that if she'd cheated with a a girl it would hurt Brittany much more than if it was a guy. That was when she felt the bed shift. Whoever's bed this was, they were still in it.
"If you smell my bed anymore I might actually think that you have a crush." There was a slight pause, "And we both know that isn't the case." The tone wasn't mean but it wasn't exactly friendly either. Mostly because even though the girl now understood why the brunette has been a complete bitch to her, it didn't mean she wasn't hurt by it. They'd never been the type of best friends who shared secrets with each other. But what they had was different. They used to always be there for each other, usually this resulted in a lot of drinking or tearing down whoever had upset the other.
"Quinn?" Santana's voice croaked, full of fear and surprise. The fear at the current moment had nothing to do with her parents. Her brain wasn't functioning enough to think that far into the future. If she'd slept with Quinn everything would be worse. Brittany had once been worried that Santana actually did want the other blonde, and despite the odd relationship the two HBIC's shared, the Latina could understand why.
"You're fully clothed idiot." The blonde's soft voice told her with a playful smack to the arm. Santana slowly rolled over. Opening her eyes for the first time that morning and wincing as the light hit them. She tried not to let it deter her as she lifted the covers to check that the blonde's statement was indeed correct.
"Why the heck am I wearing Puck's top?" Her voice came out rough and raspy, a clear indication at how much she'd been drinking last night.
When the blonde didn't answer she turned her head to look at her. "Well?" Despite the pain in her head, she wanted answers and she wanted them now.
"I think your shirt is in Puck's bathroom somewhere. I'm not too sure, I wasn't there when it was taken off." Quinn told her while occasionally biting her bottom lip, Santana never took this sort of news well. As if seeing the train of thought that the hungover girl had taken she quickly added. "You didn't sleep with him."
"You were that drunk that I don't think it would have been sex anyway." Quinn had added, quietly and more to herself, not expecting that Santana would have heard her. She had, but for once she didn't have a comeback.
An awkward silence settled on the pair that were in Quinn's bed. Santana had sat up to lean against the headboard, wishing she had some painkillers to get her head under control.
Quinn could apparently now read minds, as held out in front of Santana was a glass of water and some aspirin. Santana took the tablets, quickly throwing them in her mouth before taking a big gulp of water to wash them down.
The awkward silence returned with neither really knowing what to say. Their relationship was nothing like what it was before. The once best friends relationship couldn't even be described as a friendship anymore.
After a long time Santana broke the silence. "What happened to us?" The aspirin had set in by now. She could now at least think without her head feeling like someone was using a jackhammer inside of it.
"Seriously you are asking me that question?" When Santana didn't offer up a response Quinn evidentially decided to answer anyway. "You pulled out. You left our friendship. You stopped being there."
Santana actually felt a tear come to her eye at the fact that she'd been ruining her friendships.
"I'm still here for you." Quinn's voice was so soft when she said it, it was almost angelic.
The brunette freaked though. Remembering why she'd only ever spend post drinking days with Brittany. It always ended in her not being able to hide everything she really felt. The mask she works so hard to keep in place during school, also disappeared when nursing a hangover.
"I have to go." The statement was followed by the quick movement of the Latina climbing out of Quinn's bed.
"Wait. Don't you want to borrow a top or something?" The blonde asked, voice and face full of concern.
The brunette paused part of the way through the room. Turning to look at the girl that was still sat on the bed. "The punishment for looking like I just sleep with Puck is far better than that if I turned up in something of yours."
Santana's eyes widened and she paled as she realised exactly what she had said. Not waiting for any kind of response from the blonde she quickly turned leaving the other girl's room and her house quickly. Vowing to never drink without Brittany being there again.
Part 4
Pairing: Brittany / Santana
Rating: 18/M
Summary: Deeper Meanings behind Santana. Domestic Violence exists in this fic.
Spoilers: All to be safe
Disclaimer: I'm a non owner, this is for my profit free fun and hopefully for the enjoyment of others.
Part 1
Part 2
Santana's head was pounding. That was the first thing she noticed when she woke up. The second thing;was that she wasn't in her bed. This had the effect of making her panic, trying to remember if she'd done anything stupid last night. More stupid then the amount of alcohol she'd been throwing down her neck the night before.
Truth was, no matter how hard she thought about it she couldn't remember if she had. All she knew was this wasn't her bed and it wasn't Brittany's either.
She didn't really want to open her eyes, if her headache was any indication she had one hell of a hangover. Meaning the pain would only get worse by opening her eyes.
The brunette still however needed to know where she was. Doing the only thing she could think of that wouldn't make her head hurt more, she sniffed the pillow that her head was laid on. It smelt familiar but she couldn't place it, all she could tell was that it was definitely a girl's bed. Santana knew that if she'd cheated with a a girl it would hurt Brittany much more than if it was a guy. That was when she felt the bed shift. Whoever's bed this was, they were still in it.
"If you smell my bed anymore I might actually think that you have a crush." There was a slight pause, "And we both know that isn't the case." The tone wasn't mean but it wasn't exactly friendly either. Mostly because even though the girl now understood why the brunette has been a complete bitch to her, it didn't mean she wasn't hurt by it. They'd never been the type of best friends who shared secrets with each other. But what they had was different. They used to always be there for each other, usually this resulted in a lot of drinking or tearing down whoever had upset the other.
"Quinn?" Santana's voice croaked, full of fear and surprise. The fear at the current moment had nothing to do with her parents. Her brain wasn't functioning enough to think that far into the future. If she'd slept with Quinn everything would be worse. Brittany had once been worried that Santana actually did want the other blonde, and despite the odd relationship the two HBIC's shared, the Latina could understand why.
"You're fully clothed idiot." The blonde's soft voice told her with a playful smack to the arm. Santana slowly rolled over. Opening her eyes for the first time that morning and wincing as the light hit them. She tried not to let it deter her as she lifted the covers to check that the blonde's statement was indeed correct.
"Why the heck am I wearing Puck's top?" Her voice came out rough and raspy, a clear indication at how much she'd been drinking last night.
When the blonde didn't answer she turned her head to look at her. "Well?" Despite the pain in her head, she wanted answers and she wanted them now.
"I think your shirt is in Puck's bathroom somewhere. I'm not too sure, I wasn't there when it was taken off." Quinn told her while occasionally biting her bottom lip, Santana never took this sort of news well. As if seeing the train of thought that the hungover girl had taken she quickly added. "You didn't sleep with him."
"You were that drunk that I don't think it would have been sex anyway." Quinn had added, quietly and more to herself, not expecting that Santana would have heard her. She had, but for once she didn't have a comeback.
An awkward silence settled on the pair that were in Quinn's bed. Santana had sat up to lean against the headboard, wishing she had some painkillers to get her head under control.
Quinn could apparently now read minds, as held out in front of Santana was a glass of water and some aspirin. Santana took the tablets, quickly throwing them in her mouth before taking a big gulp of water to wash them down.
The awkward silence returned with neither really knowing what to say. Their relationship was nothing like what it was before. The once best friends relationship couldn't even be described as a friendship anymore.
After a long time Santana broke the silence. "What happened to us?" The aspirin had set in by now. She could now at least think without her head feeling like someone was using a jackhammer inside of it.
"Seriously you are asking me that question?" When Santana didn't offer up a response Quinn evidentially decided to answer anyway. "You pulled out. You left our friendship. You stopped being there."
Santana actually felt a tear come to her eye at the fact that she'd been ruining her friendships.
"I'm still here for you." Quinn's voice was so soft when she said it, it was almost angelic.
The brunette freaked though. Remembering why she'd only ever spend post drinking days with Brittany. It always ended in her not being able to hide everything she really felt. The mask she works so hard to keep in place during school, also disappeared when nursing a hangover.
"I have to go." The statement was followed by the quick movement of the Latina climbing out of Quinn's bed.
"Wait. Don't you want to borrow a top or something?" The blonde asked, voice and face full of concern.
The brunette paused part of the way through the room. Turning to look at the girl that was still sat on the bed. "The punishment for looking like I just sleep with Puck is far better than that if I turned up in something of yours."
Santana's eyes widened and she paled as she realised exactly what she had said. Not waiting for any kind of response from the blonde she quickly turned leaving the other girl's room and her house quickly. Vowing to never drink without Brittany being there again.
Part 4