Black Hoodie

Chapter 20 - Confessions

Santana's POV.

Oh my god, that flashback was just... I can't seem to find the right word to describe it. It was bad. No, bad doesn't even start describing this flashback. It was horrifying. It shook me entirely and made me realize some stuff about myself.

Brittany's POV.

Last night I fell asleep to an empty bed, Santana was not there with me, she said she had to clear her head.

This morning I woke up to an empty bed. Not once since Quinn and I moved in here Santana had left the bed before I woke up nor fell asleep.

I get out of the room and see Santana there, in her usual baggy black sweatshirt and black boy shorts.

She is doing something and her back is in my face. I don't want to interrupt her own thoughts but I do miss my girlfriend.

I walk over and suddenly she turns around. "Morning beautiful." She grins at me, her sleepy, amazingly beautiful morning grin and I just melt. "Morning baby." I smile back.

Her grin soon fades and she looks sad. She went and sat on the couch and so I followed her. "Is everything okay San?" I grab her hand in mine and rest my other hand on her cheek. "I'm fine." She says coldly. "No, you're not."

She then sighs a deep sigh and stands up. "Why did you ask if you already know the answer?" "San, I can hear that something is wrong with you. I love you and I want the best for you. If you'll just let me give you the best, I will." I hurry to rush to the bathroom after her."The best for me now is to be left alone, so would you?" She replies, emotionless. I can't read her face. It might hurt me a bit, I mean I love her with everything I have, I risked everything for her and she's being cold to me. It's frustrating.

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"What do you need Britt?" She says with her sweet smile. "She's being cold to me, I don't know what's wrong with her. You know her longer than me, do you know what can it possibly be?" I sigh deeply and look down. "There are many reasons as to why she's being cold. Look, I know Santana basically forever and she's one of my best friends, but Santana's an emotional girl, it happens fast. Gets moods change constantly. I sat that you need to just give her some time." I smile up and give her a hug.

"Thanks Quinny, you're always here for me and I just can't thank you enough."

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We cuddleon the mattress with our faces to the wall, every once in awhile we look at each other and smile. "Um... hands off my girlfriend." We pulled away and looked up. "Can I talk to you guys?"

Santana is ztanding in the doorway. Her emotionless face is still on and her voice is low, like whisper. If I wasn't so head over heels for her I probably wouldn't hear that. "Sure." I get up and Quinn does too. We make our way to the couches and sit down, Quinn and I next to each other and Santana sits facing us on the floor.

"What do you need to talk about?"

"First, Britt I'm sorry I was cold and I guess kinda mean to you earlier. It's just that ever since we saw Carter again a lot was on my mind. I really am sorry and I know it might have hurt you but I hope you know that I would never hurt you, and if I do, I don't mean to." I nod and smile a little smile at her, she takes a deep breath and continued. "I had this flashback, it was really weird. I saw the first time I met with Carter and the things he wanted me to do, the things I did because of him. I shot someone because of him. That's something I swore I'd never do, I thought I'd never do. But I did."

That took me by surprise. I had no clue they knew each other like that, I didn't know how to respond to what Santana had just told me and Quinn.

Quinn's POV

"You shot someone Santana?" Even I did not know this. To be honest, I did not think she had it in her.
"I did." Her eyes are teary.
"It was a cop. I took his fucking life. He may have had children. I am aware that I am a person with really bad karma, but I swear I had never imagined I would should someone," her voice cracks in every sentene.
"Every month I go to his grave and put some flowers down there. I have received a card from his family, thanking the 'mystery flower person' for taking the time and effort to put some flowers there. Only if they knew I was the one who killed him..."
"Baby," Britt starts and walks over to Santana. San cries in her arms. I don't know what to say.
"What is going on here?" A familiar voice fills the room. I look over at my big lipped boyfriend. I get up and he pulls me into a big hug. We both sit down. I am in his lap.
"I told them," Santana says shaking. Sam has a sympathetic look on his face. He wraps his arms around my waist. I smile through the tears. Of course I cry if my two besties are crying. Even Sam starts to tear up. We sit there for a while. There is a silence so loud. Everyone is thinking the same thing, but no one is able to force the words out. I can't stand it and get up. Sam follows me outside.
"Quinn where are you going?" He wonders.
"Going for a walk."
"May I join?"
"Of course."
He catches up with me and lets his big hand slide inside mine.

A/n this chapter took forever, I know. I hope you guys are still enjoying this story. Thank you for reading, take care guys :)