Lost Melody - Brittana

Chapter 7

Brittany found solace on the empty soccer pitch, setting up her ball and taking a few steps back. She eyed the goal with determination before running forward, kicking the ball with all her might. It soared through the goal, tearing a hole in the net as it flew to the pitch behind it. Despite the impressive kick, Brittany's attention was drawn by a voice calling out her name.

Turning her head, she saw her mom approaching. Brittany instinctively took a step back, creating a distance between them. Her mom spoke, "Your father told me what he did." Brittany swallowed, her emotions swirling as her mom continued to close the gap.

"I don't know what happened to him, but that is definitely not the man I married," her mom expressed, still walking towards Brittany. With each step, Brittany's heart pounded, unsure of what her mom's reaction would be.

"I know you're probably scared about what I could say, but I don't care if you want to date that girl. All I care about is that you don't get STDs or an unwanted pregnancy," her mom assured. Brittany let out a choked sob as her mom finally reached her.

Brittany laughed, though it was scratchy. Her mom wrapped her arms around Brittany's neck, pulling her into a comforting embrace. Brittany reciprocated, wrapping her arms around her mom's torso and letting out the tears that had been held back.

Santana and Quinn strolled into the bar, ready for a night out. Quinn suggested, "Why don't you invite Brittany?"

Santana casually shrugged, "I just want it to be our night."

Quinn nodded, and they entered the bar. A few minutes later, Quinn remarked, "I know Finn's into Rachel, but why is he all over me?"

Santana agreed, "For real, it's like he's obsessed."

Quinn chuckled, "Who wouldn't be?" Their attention shifted when Quinn's gaze went behind Santana. Turning around, Santana spotted Brittany taking a shot. She raised her eyebrows and said, "Oh."

Quinn asked, "Is she alone?" Soon, Kurt approached Brittany with a stern expression. Quinn wondered, "Who's that?"

Santana shrugged, "He looks gay." Kurt confiscated the shot glass from Brittany's hand, saying something. Santana, growing curious, declared, "I want to know what they're talking about."

Quinn laughed, "That's kinda creepy."

Santana rolled her eyes, retorting, "I don't care." Meanwhile, Brittany was in the middle of a sentence when Kurt grabbed her and forcefully escorted her out of the bar.

Brittany lay on Kurt's bed, a playful glint in her eyes, while he sat next to her. Kurt spoke, "I know you might be drunk."

Brittany giggled, "Only a little bit."

Kurt nodded, "I met this guy." Brittany gasped, "Who?"

Kurt started to smile, "His name is Blaine, and he goes to McKinley." Brittany replied, "Oooo, Santana goes there."

Kurt smiled, "So, about Santana." Brittany cut him off, "I bet she's a good kisser, you know."

Kurt said, "That's nice to know." Brittany continued, "I would kiss her."

Kurt's eyes widened, "You want her to be your first kiss?" Brittany groaned, "That makes me sound like a child, but yeah."

Kurt laughed, "Imagine if she's your first everything." Brittany smiled widely, saying, "I want her to be." Then, looking at Kurt, she asked, "What about Blaine?"

Kurt raised his eyebrows, "What about him?" Brittany inquired, "Do you want him to be your first everything?"

Kurt laughed again, "Obviously." After a few minutes of companionable silence, Brittany said, "When you and Blaine are official or something, I have to meet him."

Kurt laughed, "Same with you."

Brittany sat across from Santana, who was immersed in her phone. Dropping a breadstick onto her plate, Brittany leaned against her chair, observing Santana's laughter and typing.

Pulling out her purse, Brittany placed $15 on the table and stood up, the chair dragging against the floor. Santana looked up, frowning as she noticed Brittany preparing to leave. Acting swiftly, Santana stood up, grabbing Brittany's wrist, and asked, "What are you doing?"

Brittany rolled her eyes, retorting, "You're more interested in your phone." Santana, realizing the tension, quickly placed her phone on the table, explaining, "I was just responding to my dad's messages."

Brittany narrowed her eyes, questioning, "Does he know you're hanging out with someone?" Santana shook her head, replying, "No, since you aren't out, I didn't tell him."

Something in Santana's tone made Brittany frown, and she said, "What? So it's my fault?" Santana rolled her eyes, stating, "You need to stop twisting my words."

Brittany crossed her arms, apologizing, "Sorry, but it sounded like it's all my fault you aren't paying any attention to me." Santana sighed, suggesting, "If you're going to stay, even if it's just to argue, can you sit down?"

Brittany scoffed, saying, "Fuck you." Santana narrowed her eyes, questioning, "What?" Instead of answering, Brittany turned around and walked away. Santana quickly followed, calling out Brittany's name, a mix of frustration and concern in her voice.

Santana rushed up to Brittany, grabbing her wrist to turn her around. They stood a few meters away from the restaurant when, as Brittany tried to speak, heavy rain suddenly poured down. Brittany scoffed, "Can this get any more cliche?"

Santana let out a small laugh, but Brittany insisted, "I'm going home." Santana stepped closer, saying, "Britt, come on, please let me explain."

Ad Brittany was crossing her arms, Santana explained, "I didn't want more people to think we are dating, so the rumors of you being bi would die down."Brittany resorted, "You could have told him you are hanging out with someone."

Santana sighed, saying, "I was doing this to protect you, but you are being so ungrateful." Brittany scoffed, "I'm being ungrateful for wanting to actually have my date's full attention."

Santana sighed again, stepping closer, and said, "Britt, I didn't mean it like that." Brittany narrowed her eyes, asking, "How am I being ungrateful, then?" Santana frowned, admitting, "I chose a poor choice of words, but I meant I was not telling my dad important shit in my life just so you can be comfortable."

Brittany frowned, saying, "Oh." Santana nodded, apologizing, "Look, I'm sorry for being distracted, but if you ever talk to my dad, you would have been as distracted." Brittany, feeling the cold, rubbed her arms and said, "I'm sorry."

Santana smiled, saying, "It's fine." Brittany looked up, and Santana stepped closer. Glancing around, Brittany noticed a few people not paying attention to them. Santana took off her jacket and handed it to Brittany, who smiled gratefully and put it on.

Brittany then noticed a group of teenagers looking at them, prompting her to take a step back. Santana frowned, seeing them, and tilted her head to the car park, saying, "I'll take you home."