972 Day's [Brittana Fanfic]

Santana's Pov.

It's been 972 days since you last felt happy. It's been 972 days since you last felt love. It's been 972 days since you last saw Brittany. And it's been 972 days too long.
You remember that morning all to well. You remember the screaming, you remember the crying, but mostly you remember the pain.
Your currently walking to the coffee shop that you always go to every Tuesday and Thursday. You don't know why your thinking about Brittany. Maybe because your still so in love with her. You haven't stopped thinking about her since you were five. You were drawn to her immediately, she's the only person who ever stuck around. Well until 972 days ago.
You turn the corner of 88th street and are met with a cold liquid.Your about to go all Lima Heights on their ass when you look up and see a baby. You can't go all Lima Heights on a baby.. Can you? No you can't, especially when your met with the most beautiful baby boy you've ever seen. His light blonde hair barley curling at the edges, his pale skin, and his eyes are the one of the most beautiful blue you've ever seen. This little boy can't be older than two and a half yet he's got you speechless.
You now look at your clothes and see that it was just water that was spilt on you. The boys sippy cup on the ground. You look up at the baby and see he's starting to cry and you immediately want to soothe him. He looks so upset and that's when you see the person you ran into is trying to soothe him.
That's when your heart freezes, you now know why you were so speechless with the baby boy. The person holding him is none other than The women who broke your heart.

"B-Brittany..?" you stutter out. Of course you stutter how lame could you be!? Wait, why is she here in New York? I haven't seen her since.. since the break up. But if it's possible Brittany looks even more shocked than you are, her face is pale and she looks as if she's about to drop the boy in her arms.

"S-S-Santana..." she stutters.

You just stare at her. She looks the same except the fact she looks way skinnier and a lot older. it's only been two years and eight months. She's twenty three but looks as though she's thirty. That's when you process thing and look at the baby boy. She's holding a baby, a baby who had her blonde hair and blue eyes. Unless she's a nanny for a family that looks a lot like her, that's her child.
Did she leave you for a guy? Did she want to start a family? you realize you've been standing there for a little over thirty seconds so you bend down and grab the sippy cup.

"I'm sorry, I didn't see you" you tell her. As you hand her the sippy cups ur hands brush by eachothers and you quickly pull away. Of course you didn't see her! If you had you wouldn't be standing here you'd be running somewhere until you couldn't run any more. You were suppose to be getting over her and now you see her again and with a baby, it brings the pain back-hard.

"No it was my fault!" she almost yells. You can tell she didn't mean to say it so loud backside her cheeks turn a dark shade of red.
You about to tell her you have to go when she starts talking "I didn't know you moved here.. I know you probably still hate me for what I did to you, heck I still hate myself most of the time but.. Santana we need a place to stay. Last night we stayed the night in the subway. I don't want him to have to live like this because I'm stupid" She tilts her head towards her son (you guess) "if I had anywhere else to go I would Santana I don't want to bother you so much but if you cant help me please help him.. He needs to be warm, he needs to eat" she mumbles the last few words.
You stare at her shocked at what you just heard. You just met eachother again after a little over 2 and a half years and she wants to stay at your place? You want to say no but you look at Brittany and the little boy and there's no way you could let them sleep on the cold hard ground when you have room in your apartment. With that in you head you feel yourself nodding.. fucking nodding.

The walk to your apartment was painfully silent. You guys are about to turn the last corner when you ask "wait.. do you guys.. uh, do you guys have any stuff to bring?" You had just thought that the only thing she was carrying besides the little boy was a rather large bag, but that could be filled with baby stuff.
"Oh" she looks away and you can tell she's fighting back tears when she looks back at you and you see her eyes a little puffy. "No, well we have clothes in this bag, but other than that no. I'm sorry. If that's a probl-"
"No Brittany. Well it may be but not for me. We can get you guys some more stuff later ok?" You tell her. Why are you even helping her? You don't know why she doesn't have a place to stay, or if this is even her kid. Before you make anymore promises you decide you need to ask her what's going on.
The little boy is sleeping by the time you guys get into your apartment building. He's so adorable, his mouth open just the slightest bit, his cheeks- what are you doing!? You don't even like kids why does he have you so wrapped up?
The elevator ride was even more awkward than the walk because now it's just you two and the baby boy. So you press the number 4 and wait. When you finally get inside the apartment Brittany asks if she could maybe let him sleep in your bed so we could talk. You nod and point to your bedroom.