Love and Dreams-Faberry

Chapter Fifthteen

Rachel and Quinn remained in bed for a few hours, content to snuggle and cuddle, chatting as random topics came to mind but also enjoying the silence. Around 5 that evening they got up and showered, changing into comfortable clothes and headed for the kitchen to make dinner. Quinn was making homemade chicken noodle soup, mostly because she knew Santana and Brittany loved it since she had gotten the recipe from Brittany's mom, when the doorbell rang. They exchanged a glance and Rachel headed for the front door.

Rachel pulled the door open to the house and smiled, pulling the blonde on the stoop in for a long hug. "Hi, Brit."

Brittany smiled. "Hi, Rach."

"How was your trip?" Rachel asked as she pulled her into the house.

"Great," Brittany told her. "Thank you for sending a car. I would have gotten really lost."

"No problem." Rachel closed the door and locked it.

"Where are Q and S?"

"Quinn is in the kitchen and Santana is upstairs. Quinn and I need to talk to you about something really quick."

Brittany frowned. "Is everything okay?"

Rachel nodded and pulled her towards the kitchen. "Come on."

Quinn greeted her with a hug. "Hi, B."

"What's going on?" Brittany asked, growing more worried by the second. It was especially strange that Santana hadn't greeted her at the door.

"Brit, it's about S," Quinn told her, exchanging a glance with Rachel.

Rachel sighed, deciding to get right to the point. "Santana's husband attacked her last night. That's why we're here. We wanted to get her out of the city for a few days and far away from him."

"What?" Brittany gasped. Her hand pressed to her chest as it felt like her breath was literally stolen from her lungs.

"Brit, it's going to be okay," Quinn told her gently. "She's going to be okay. She just looks..."

"Like she's in a lot of pain," Rachel supplied.

"I want to see her."

Rachel nodded. "She's upstairs."

Brittany exchanged a look with each of them and headed for the stairs. She knocked on Santana's door. "S? It's me."

The door opened and Brittany stepped into the room and gasped when she saw Santana's face. "Oh my God, Santana."

That was all it took for Santana to fall into Brittany's arms and sob. They sank to the floor as blonde held her closely and rocked the distraught girl slowly, whispering comforting words into her ear.

"It's okay, I'm here," Brittany told her quietly. She kissed her forehead. "I'm right here." She caught sight of an angry bruise darkening the delicate skin of the Latina's wrist and she frowned. She had a feeling that wasn't the worst of it.

"I'm so sorry, Brit," Santana cried.

Brittany shushed her gently. "It's okay, San. I'm here and I'm not going anywhere. I promise."

Santana looked up at her in that instant, her eyes wide and questioning, her cheeks glistening with tears. "Do you mean that?"

"I do." Brittany kissed her forehead once more gently and pulled the shaking brunette tighter into her arms. "What did he do to you, S?"

Santana shook her head, fresh tears spilling down her cheeks. "Brit, I can't..."

"Let me see," Brittany requested gently, her voice soft and soothing.