Lost Melody - Brittana

Chapter 17

As Santana sauntered away with a nervous expression, Brittany turned to face her dad, who was eyeing her with a stern expression. "I'll see you at school, yeah?" Santana's whisper echoed in Brittany's mind.

Before Brittany could react, her dad's hand shot out, grabbing her shirt and pulling her towards the house. With a gentle shove, he pushed her inside, and Brittany dashed to her room, heart pounding.

The slam of the door reverberated through the house, followed by heavy footsteps ascending the stairs. "Get back here now!" her dad's booming voice echoed.

Brittany's face drained of color as she hurried into her bedroom, gently closing the door behind her. The banging on the door intensified as her father demanded she open it.

"No!" Brittany shouted, pressing herself against the door with all her might.

Her dad's body pressed against the door, the hinges creaking under the strain. With a hard shove, the door budged, and Brittany's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Is she the girl?" her dad demanded, his voice rising with anger.

Brittany remained silent, her heart racing as her dad's gaze bore into her. "Why did you bring that fag to MY house?" he yelled, frustration evident in his tone.

"Dad, please stop," Brittany pleaded, shrinking back as her father's rage escalated.

"I'm not a dykes father!" he insisted, his face flushed with emotion.

Ignoring Brittany's questions, her father began rummaging through her drawers, tossing her belongings aside without a word. "What are you doing?" Brittany asked, confusion etched on her face.

"You're gone. I don't want you here," her father stated coldly, his words cutting through the air like a knife.

Finn stood in his living room, staring at the orange bottle in his hand. He felt a wave of apprehension wash over him as he slowly began to twist the cap, contemplating his next move. But before he could make a decision, a knock echoed through the quiet house, jolting him from his thoughts.

His heart raced as he glanced around nervously, quickly concealing the bottle behind his shampoo in the bathroom. With a deep breath, he hurried to the front door, plastering a forced smile on his face.

The sight of Brittany standing on his doorstep brought a sense of relief, but it quickly turned to concern as he noticed the distress in her expression. "Hey, Brittany, what's up?" he asked, furrowing his brow.

Brittany hesitated for a moment before speaking. "Could I stay here overnight? I, um, got kicked out," she admitted, her voice trembling slightly.

Finn's heart sank at her words, but he quickly nodded, stepping aside to let her in. "Of course, come in," he said gently, guiding her to the couch.

"I, uh, need to go to the bathroom, so, like, you can stay here till I get back," Finn offered, trying to sound casual despite the tension in the air.

Brittany nodded silently, watching as Finn hurried down the hall. As soon as he disappeared into the bathroom and closed the door, Finn's hands shook slightly as he reached for the familiar bottle hidden among his toiletries. With practiced ease, he opened it and retrieved two pills, swallowing them quickly before returning to Brittany's side.

As the first rays of sunlight filtered through the curtains, Brittany hurriedly stuffed her belongings into her car, Finn by her side offering his help. Boxes and bags filled with clothes and personal items were quickly loaded into the trunk, a silent testament to Brittany's sudden need to leave.

"You know, you can stay until you find a place. I don't mind," Finn offered, his voice tinged with concern as he watched her pack.

Brittany shook her head, a small smile on her lips. "No, it's fine. But I'll see you later," she replied, her tone firm yet grateful for his offer.

Finn's expression was one of bewilderment as he processed her response. "Where?" he asked, his confusion evident.

Brittany chuckled softly. "School," she replied simply.

"Oh," Finn responded, a hint of realization dawning on him. He glanced down at his pajamas, suddenly feeling self-conscious. "I'll go have a shower. See you whenever," he mumbled, shuffling off towards his house.

"Bye," Brittany called after him, her voice tinged with warmth and gratitude.

Finn waited until Brittany was in her car and driving away before finally making his way back to his house.

Brittany sat in her car, the soft melody of Marina's music filling the air as she hummed along. Lost in her own world, she didn't notice Santana approaching until there was a knock on her window. Startled, she looked up to see Santana's confused expression.

With a smile, Brittany motioned for Santana to get in, and without hesitation, Santana slid into the passenger seat. Her eyes drifted to the backseat, where she noticed numerous bags filled with clothes and belongings. "What's all that?" Santana asked, her brow furrowing in concern.

Brittany followed Santana's gaze and let out a nervous laugh. "Oh, just my clothes and stuff I bought for my room," she replied, trying to sound nonchalant.

Santana's frown deepened. "Why? What's going on?" she pressed, her concern evident in her voice.

Brittany's smile faltered for a moment before she shrugged. "Well, I might have been kicked out," she admitted sheepishly.

Santana gasped, her eyes widening in shock. "Why didn't you tell me?" she exclaimed, her tone a mix of worry and frustration.

Brittany shrugged again, avoiding Santana's gaze. "I don't know," she mumbled, feeling guilty for keeping it from her.

Santana sighed, but her concern quickly took over. "Do you have a place to stay?" she asked, her voice softer now, filled with genuine worry.

Brittany nodded, perhaps a bit too quickly. "Oh yeah, I got it all sorted out yesterday," she replied, forcing a confident tone despite the uncertainty swirling inside her.

Santana gave Brittany a pointed look, her expression urging Brittany to be honest. Sensing Santana's insistence, Brittany backtracked, her voice hesitant as she confessed, "Well, I might not exactly have a place to stay, but I have a place to sleep."

"Oh yeah? Where?" Santana inquired, her curiosity piqued.

Brittany looked down nervously, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her shirt. "I mean, my car looks comfy enough for me," she mumbled reluctantly.

Santana's eyes widened in disbelief. "No, Britt, you are not sleeping in your car," she declared firmly, shaking her head.

Brittany frowned, feeling a pang of disappointment. "I guess I can understand why I shouldn't do that, but where else will I sleep?" she pondered aloud.

Without missing a beat, Santana replied, "You can stay with me."

Brittany shook her head adamantly. "I can't do that," she protested, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

Santana ignored her protests, her mind already formulating a plan. "There's a spare bedroom. If you aren't comfortable sharing with me, this plan is perfect," she explained eagerly, a hint of excitement in her voice.

Brittany watched as Santana rambled on, her heart warming at her insistence. Slowly, a smile tugged at the corners of Brittany's lips. "You're not going to let me say no, are you?" she teased, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

Santana smirked in response. "Yeah," she admitted, her gaze softening as she met Brittany's eyes.

As Santana leaned in closer, Brittany felt her heart race with anticipation. Unable to resist any longer, she met Santana halfway, their lips meeting in a tender kiss that spoke volumes.