I'll Save You (a Brittana story)

Coming Out

Santana's POV
I wake up earlier than usual, at around 4:00. I try, but I can't get back to sleep. Sighing, I sit up and stretch before looking at my phone. I have a text from Brittany just saying 'sorry'. This isn't her fault, I can't let her think that. I've hurt her enough, she can't blame herself for this. I need to see her. Now.

I pull a hoodie over my sports bra and shorts that I sleep in. I climb across the wall and up to Brittany's window. I knock and she opens it a few minutes later, still half asleep. She wakes up when she sees me shivering on her windowsill and pulls me into her room. "I'm so sorry Santana. I shouldn't have done that to you, I shouldn't have kissed you, I should have shut the blinds, I-"
I cut her off by kissing her "Britt you don't need to say sorry. It's not your fault"

She squeezes my hand "what are you going to do?Someone out there has pictures of us making out. They are probably at school with us, and I don't think they will keep them a secret. So what's the plan?" She asks.

I think for a moment.
"I think I'm going to tell people. At school at least. I'm going to start with the Glee club, because they will be the most accepting. Then I will tell the Cheerios, then maybe my parents. I just don't want to be outed, I want to be in control. Can you help?" I think out loud.

"What song are you going to sing at Glee club? To come out to them I mean" she asks me. I barely give it a thought. "I'm going to sing I Kissed A Girl by Katy Perry. That song is just perfect, and if the slower members of the group like Sam don't get it, then I will just say "oh and I'm a lesbian" to finish." I am quite proud of my plan. Britt agrees and hugs me. We climb into her bed and I fall asleep with her arms wrapped around my waist.

Brittany's POV
I wake up and see Santana's face right beside mine. Her long eyelashes flutter slightly and she mumbles quietly in her sleep. I stroke a lock of dark brown hair back from her face and kiss her cheek "wake up San" she opens her eyes and looks directly into mine "I'm so tired" she mumbles and turns over. I climb out of bed and walk over to where she is. I bend over and pick her up bridal style. She shrieks and clings to me "Britt what are you doing!! Don't drop me!"
I sit her on the floor and start to undress her. She whines and hits my hands away "stop it okay I'll do it myself"
Sure enough she does get dressed in the clothes that I keep in my wardrobe for when she stays the night. We grab breakfast and start walking to school.

At first we hold hands, but when we get to the last block she drops my hand. "Sorry Britt, I'm not ready yet" "it's okay, but I know what we could do instead"
I link my pinkie in hers, waiting to see her reaction. She smiles and swings our hands between us. As we get closer to the school she starts to breathe faster and I can tell she's starting to go into a full blown panic attack. I look into her eyes and say quietly "it's okay San. I'm here."
She squeezes my hand and then drops it "I need to go. If I'm late Miss Holliday said I had to take part in her next interactive lesson, which I am so not doing" she laughs weakly. I hug her before running to Music

Artie does his best, but he knows something is off with me. I'm distracted when we work together on our duet, and accidentally sing the wrong verse of our song. Eventually Artie loses it "for Gods sake Brittany, what's wrong !?!" He yells. I jump and I can feel my bottom lip wobble the way it does before I cry
"I-I'm sorry artie. It's just San-" he speaks over me "Britt you need to hear this now. You're not Santana's girlfriend. You don't need to take care of her. She can take care of herself. I'm tired of you always talking about her. What about you? I want to know Brittany S. Pierce. I don't even know what the 'S' stands for."
I look at Artie with my mouth slightly open. He regains his calm "I'm sorry Brittany, but I needed to tell you."
B-"Susan"
A-"What?"
B-"My middle name. That's what the 'S' stands for"
A-"Brittany Susan Pierce. It suits you"
B-"And Artie. Thanks for the reality check."
A-"I love you Brittany"
B-"I love you too"
But do I? Sometimes I feel like Artie is my second best friend (Santana is my first) but sometimes I love him. And I didn't tell Santana, but I did IT with Artie. The full way. It was his first time, but not mine. I don't know why I didn't tell Santana. I just didn't want to hurt her feelings.

She doesn't like Artie, and if she knew I was that close to him then she would go all Lima Heights. Or just not speak to me. I don't know which is worse to be honest. Either way, we both get hurt.

The rest of the day drags by. Santana is paranoid the whole time, and it hurts me to watch it. But the worst part is, nothing happens. There are no looks, no pictures, no nothings. By the time we get to Glee club, she is a nervous wreck. As the rest of the club files in, she breathes faster and taps her foot. Mr Schue announces that Santana wanted to sing a song. She stands up in front. A silent moment passes. The intro to the song starts. For a minute I think she's going to do it. Then she turns and sprints out the choir room. I stand up and follow her.

"Santana! Santana! Stop"
I catch up to her and grab her arm. She struggles and I push her against the locker
"Look at me. Stop! Look" she looks in my eyes with tears pooling in hers
"I can't do it. I just can't"
I squeeze her hand. "Then sing a different song. I think I know one"

We re-enter the choir room. Santana stands at the front beside me. The intro to 'Songbird' by Fleetwood Mac plays and I take her hand.

Santana's POV
As I sing, I don't look anywhere but Brittany. She holds my hand, squeezing it gently to let me know that she is here. I'm too scared to look at everyone else. The song finishes as I hold out the last note. Britt nods and smiles and we turn to face the club. I take a breath
"so uhm, what I'm trying to say is... I'm a lesbian"And that's when I start to cry.

Everyone's face tells a different story. Quinn is smiling so big I think her jaw is about to break. Tina and Mike are holding hands, and there are actual tears in her eyes. Mercedes gives me a smile and a thumbs up "yes queen" she mouths. Artie and Finn both me a small smile. Kurt hugs Blaine and applauds. Sam just claps and gives me a smile almost as big as Quinn's. And then Puck ruins it all by saying "oh wait so you and Brittany? Can I watch"

Brittany's POV
Santana literally loses it. She launches herself at Puck, screaming in Spanish and throwing punches and kicks. It doesn't take much to pull her off, but she keeps fighting against Finn and Sam. Until one of her flailing arms whacks me in the face. A silence falls over the room and Quinn says "Nice job Puck"

All the fight goes out of her in a second and she seems to deflate. I ignore my stinging cheek and walk over to her. I take her hand and lead her up to our corner, where she lies her head on my shoulder and we half listen to Rachel talking about Finn or Barbra Streisand or something.

Santana's POV
I did it. I came out. I mean, it was only to the Glee Club. But still, it's progress. I seriously want to murder Puck. To beat his homophobic ass. And if I hadn't hit Brittany that would have most definitely happened.
I honestly couldn't ask for a better best friend. I'm not sure if she's my girlfriend or best friend or what. I love her, and she said she loves me too. The only thing in our way is Artie. If he wasn't so damn sweet to Britt I would have no hesitation to get rid of him. But he genuinely makes her happy, and I don't want to upset her. But when he inevitably breaks her heart I'll be here waiting to comfort her.

Me and Britt walk back to her house holding hands. As we walk in her older brother comes to the door "if it isn't my baby sister and her spicy little friend" I roll my eyes "haha very funny. Please let us get by"
He lets Britt walk by and as I walk by he squeezes my ass. I turn around faster than you can say Lima Heights but he's already walking away "ugh men" I think to myself as I run after Brittany.
We lie beside each other on her bed. She has been kissing me and I never want it to end. Britt gives the best kisses, her lips are so soft and she is so gentle. I'm exhausted after a never ending day of fear at school, so I give her one last kiss and go back to my house. When I check my phone I see that I have 4 messages
One is from Quinn:
"Hey Tana, I'm so proud of you for what you did today. You and Britt should come over for a sleepover like the old days. Q xx
The next one is from Mercedes:
"Hey gurl wanna perform our duet tomorrow? Buzzing to share the stage with THE Santana Lopez! Mercedes <33"
The third one is from Puck:
"Hi Santana. Sorry about what I said today, things are shit at home and I was a dick. Hope we can still be friends. Also what you did was really brave and I admire it. P"
And the last one, sent from an unknown number,makes me shiver:
"The truth comes out tomorrow Lopez"

This is my longest chapter yet!! The next few are going to be quite dark and might be upsetting, but I'll put TW at the start so you know if you need to skip. Remember to vote and comment xx