Lost Melody - Brittana

Chapter 10

Brittany carefully laid Santana down on her bed, ensuring she was comfortable. As she started to move away, Santana's hand shot out, grabbing Brittany's shirt and pulling her back towards her. Brittany let out a quiet grunt, surprised, and found herself hovering over Santana, her arms on either side of Santana's torso, confusion evident on her face.

"Where were you going?" Santana asked, her voice soft but firm.

Brittany glanced towards the door. "The couch," she replied, her voice slightly uncertain.

Santana's pout was unmistakable. "Why not here?" she queried, a hint of vulnerability in her tone.

A blush spread across Brittany's cheeks. "I mean, I just thought..." she began, but Santana cut her off.

"You thought really wrong then," Santana declared, her hand moving to the back of Brittany's head, pulling her into a kiss before Brittany could protest. Brittany's eyes widened momentarily, but she quickly closed them, succumbing to the warmth of Santana's lips.

Feeling Santana's hands begin to wander, Brittany gently pulled away, laughter bubbling nervously in her throat. Santana, intent on continuing, frowned slightly. "What's wrong?" she asked, concern lacing her words.

Brittany lowered her head onto Santana's shoulder, her voice muffled. "Nothing's wrong," she assured, though her tension was palpable.

Santana wrapped her arms around Brittany's torso, flipping them so that she was now lying on top of Brittany. "Okay," she murmured, resting her head against Brittany's chest, a silent understanding passing between them.

Santana stirred, slowly blinking her eyes open as she realized she was still lying on Brittany, who was engrossed in her phone. With a soft grunt, Santana reached over, gently taking the phone from Brittany's hand and placing it to the side before snuggling back into Brittany's warmth.

Brittany smiled softly at Santana's action. "Are you still tired?" she asked, running her fingers through Santana's hair.

Santana nodded, hiding her face in the crook of Brittany's neck. "Your phone has been buzzing for ages before you woke up," Brittany remarked casually.

"Who was it?" Santana mumbled, her curiosity piqued.

"I didn't look," Brittany replied, causing Santana's eyebrows to furrow in confusion.

"Why not?" Santana questioned, surprised.

"It's none of my business," Brittany explained simply.

Santana's expression softened as she processed Brittany's response. "But I thought people always checked each other's phones," she said, voicing her misconception.

Brittany frowned, shaking her head. "What? No," she said, taken aback. "Have you gone through people's phones before?" she asked gently.

Santana sighed, admitting, "I was told it didn't work that way, but I did when I thought I was getting cheated on."

"Oh," Brittany murmured, understanding dawning on her.

"Could you pass me my phone, then?" Santana requested, her voice tinged with reluctance.

Brittany nodded, reaching over to retrieve the phone. She handed it to Santana, who groaned upon seeing the messages.

"What's wrong?" Brittany inquired, concern evident in her tone.

"It's just Dani and Quinn," Santana muttered, her frustration evident.

"Who's Dani and Quinn?" Brittany asked, tilting her head in curiosity.

"Dani's my ex, and Quinn's my best friend," Santana explained with a sigh.

"You still have your ex's number?" Brittany asked, surprised.

Santana nodded, annoyance evident in her expression. "I deleted it, but she keeps making new accounts to get me back," she explained.

"She sounds desperate," Brittany commented, sympathy lacing her words.

Santana nodded in agreement. "She is," she admitted, before changing the subject. "Do you want to go with me to hang out with my friends?" she asked hopefully.

Brittany hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Um... sure," she replied, a small smile forming on her lips at Santana's excitement.

"Thank you," Santana said, beaming at Brittany before pressing a light kiss to her lips.

Brittany and Santana stepped into Quinn's house, and Brittany quickly recognized Quinn in the room. Before Brittany could react, Santana gently grabbed Brittany's sleeve, tugging her towards the living room, her grip firm.

Quinn cheered, "She's arrived!"

A blonde guy with big lips muttered, "Finally," eliciting chuckles from some of the guys. Then Matt chimed in, "Is that Brittany?" His grin widened as he looked at Santana. "You bagged her? Well done!"

Brittany's eyes widened in surprise, and she glanced at Santana, who nervously met her gaze. "Britt..." Santana began, but Brittany shook her head, cutting her off. "I need to go to the restroom. Where is it?"

Quinn offered to show her, and Brittany nodded, following her past Santana. As they walked away, Quinn whispered to Santana, "You fucked up." Santana watched them go before heading to the restroom herself, waiting for Brittany.

After a couple of minutes, Brittany emerged, narrowing her eyes when she spotted Santana. "I didn't know you weren't out yet," Santana offered hesitantly.

Brittany chewed the inside of her cheek before nodding. "Believe me, I would never have told them if I knew," Santana insisted.

"But you told Quinn after I told you," Brittany pointed out.

Santana tilted her head, confused. "What?"

"After our first date, all the rumors about me being gay spread because you were overheard talking about it in public," Brittany explained.

"I didn't think people would listen in!" Santana defended herself, gesturing emphatically.

"But you did it in the cafeteria where everything can be heard," Brittany countered, her tone tinged with frustration.

Santana looked down, admitting, "I said I was sorry."

Brittany glanced around before responding, "I know you did."

Santana looked up, meeting Brittany's gaze. "Only them, Puck, and maybe Shane know about you being gay," Santana revealed.

Brittany narrowed her eyes. "Who's Shane?"

"Some guy on the football team at my school," Santana explained.

"Wait, Puck knows?" Brittany asked, surprised.

Santana nodded. "Yeah."

"How does he know?" Brittany inquired.

"He was the one who told me you and Kurt were dating and not to get my hopes up after I said we were going on a date," Santana explained.

"Fuck," Brittany muttered.

"What's up?" Santana asked.

"Puck and my dad are basically best friends," Brittany revealed.

"Ew, what?" Santana recoiled.

Brittany nodded solemnly. "Puck is the guy who told my dad."

Santana shook her head. "Puck wouldn't do that."

"How do you know?"

"I just do!"

Brittany pressed her lips together. "Right."

Santana frowned, about to say something, but Brittany interrupted, "I think I should go."