Forever (sequel to The Hostage)

7

Brittany's POV
We get home, and Quinn is straight upstairs to find Tina. I follow behind her, and go to my room. I'm tired, and all I want to do is sleep.
But Santana has other plans. When I get up to our room, she has magazines lying on the bed, all open to pages about weddings or dresses.

S-"Hey B."
B-"Hi. Uhm, what's all this?"
S-"I'm just putting some stuff together. Have you decided if you're going to wear a suit or dress?"
B-"Dress, I think. I'm not sure. Will you be long doing this?"
S-"I thought we could do it together. It is your wedding as well, remember."
B-"Yeah, I know. I'm just kind of exhausted."
S-"It won't take long."

I sit down behind her, and unlace my shoes, as she talks on and on about venues and colour schemes and flowers. By the time I've taken off both boots, the conversation has jumped to about ten different topics. My head hurts even more, and I don't want to get irritated, but I've had a pretty difficult day.

But there's no point in trying to stop Santana, unless I want to piss her off completely. So I try another method, that could have better results.

I run my hands along her shoulders, and press kisses along her bare back. She relaxes, and I rest my head on her shoulder. Her hair smells so damn good, and her hands squeeze mine gently. And for a moment, she's distracted.

S-"As much as I love you B, we really should do this. Please? It won't take long."
B-"Okay. But then I'm going to sleep for a very, very long time. I just can't be bothered."

It was meant to be a joke. Or at least a sarcastic comment. But Santana tenses, and drops my hands. Then she turns around to face me.
S-"Are you serious? You've been avoiding me all week. Is something wrong?" 

Okay. So I really misjudged the situation. And Santana is seriously pissed at me.

B-"Sorry."
S-"No. What's wrong?"
B-"It's nothing. Nothings wrong. I'm fine."
S-"But we're not fine. Something isn't right. I've been able to feel it all week."
B-"Stop making drama out of nothing."
S-"I'm not!"

She stands up, and I stand up with her. A few of the magazines fall to the floor, but she doesn't bother to pick them up. Instead we mirror each other's stances. Arms folded, glaring.

S-"Brittany, talk to me."
B-"There's. Nothing. To. Talk. About."
S-"But there is, or we wouldn't be arguing."
B-"It's probably just me. I'm tired, and Quinn was-"
S-"It's always about Quinn. Look, I know you two are best friends, and you're close, but you can't use her as an excuse for everything. If she really causes you that many problems, it's a toxic friendship."

She starts to pick up the magazines from the floor, throwing them up onto the bed. I can tell that she's close to breaking, and I don't want that to happen. Things will just get worse. But I'm annoyed at her, for being a bit of a bitch.

B-"Wow. How long have you been wanting to say that? She's not toxic."
S-"Brittany, haven't you noticed that you're the only person she's nice to? She hates me."
B-"She doesn't."
S-"How do you know? Look, if you're just going to make everything about her, maybe you should just marry her."

What.
The fuck.

B-"Really? Are you jealous of our relationship?"
S-"No! I'm worried about it. It's exhausting."
B-"She's my best friend. We're meant to talk about things with each other."
S-"It's one sided. She's never there for you!"
B-"You don't know what you're talking about."

She really doesn't. Her and Quinn barely know each other, and neither of them has ever made any effort to improve their relationship. And I get that, okay, maybe they won't be best friends. But it's petty, on both of their sides.

I take a breath, and start to talk calmly.
B-"We got off track. This isn't about Quinn."
S-"What is it about then?"
B-"Us. Things have been off recently, and I think I know why."
S-"Why?"
B-"The engagement. Us getting married?"
S-"Really? I thought you wanted to- why not? You asked me. Is it me? Have I been over the top? Oh my god. Brittany!"