My Soldier (Brittana fan fiction)* Discontinued*

chapter 5

I can't move, it's like I'm rooted to the spot. When I had enemies shoot at me I was scared but I still ran, I moved, I felt the adrenaline sending responses to my brain which coordinates a response making me move but now… I can't move. I look at her as she adjusts the microphone stand so the mic is level with her lips as she sat on the bar stool, I really take a look at her. She's wearing a black dress which stops mid-thigh and her hair is straight but wavy, the way she used to have it in high school but it looks different. It's not in a high pony. She brushes a strand of brown hair out of her eyes and tucks it behind her ear. She licks her bottom lip as her eyes scan the crowd. She's going to spot me, I'm standing in the middle of the bar staring at her. And she does. Her eyes make contact with mine and they widen. Her big brown eyes widen and she opens her mouth and closes it again. I don't move, I just keep eye contact with her and by the looks of it she's just as surprised to see me. Out of nowhere a loud track begins to play but she doesn't sing along, she's still keeping eye contact with me. My mouth is as dry as a fucking desert and I hear some murmurs and some people turn around to look at what Santana is looking at. This finally breaks the gaze as I look at the people and then I look back at the stage to see Santana running off it. I turn on the spot and walk back to my pop in a hurried speed. He looks up at me from his drink and then frowns when he sees that I come back empty handed.

"Where's your drink?" He questions and I shake my head still not knowing if I can form words.

"We need to leave now" I say breathlessly and pop looks at me with a slightly concerned frown. He gathers his jacket and makes a move to stand up. I'm freaking out, I know it but wouldn't you if you saw the person you loved after 4 years? Some people would scream, shout and me I'm… Running. What, I don't run from things. Can you count going to the army after your true loved dumped you running? That's a different story okay. I take a deep breath and realise that I can't let this get to me, I'm having a nice night out with my pop and I'm not going to blow that over…. A girl. I put my hand on my pops forearm and shake my head with a little awkward chuckle.

"Wait… Let's sit down." I say and he raises one eyebrow and I know he's definitely confused now.

"But I thought you wanted to leave?" he asks and I groan a little knowing that I'm going to have to explain everything.

"I'll explain everything, just sit down." I say sliding in next to him. He looks at me with a face basically waiting for me to explain to him why I just acted like that and I look at him.

"Why didn't you tell me that Santana was here?" I ask with a little bit of sadness and something else in my voice. He freezes, like his whole body tenses and frowns.

"I didn't know she was here" he says stiffly and I look to the side for a second and then back at my pop.

"You know what I mean. You didn't tell me she was in Lima" I say and my pop looks down with something swirling in his eyes. That something looks like guilt, protectiveness with a hint of sadness.

"Britt" he begins in a soft tone. "She broke your heart which destroyed you to the point where you turned into a completely different person. Why would I tell you she was here? You probably wouldn't have come back if I did. I'm sorry I didn't tell you but I just really wanted you home" He says with a tiny sad smile and I feel like a piece of shit. I reach for his hand and squeeze it.

"I'm here pop and I always will be. I'm sorry that I haven't been coming home on my leaves, I'm sorry that I haven't really wrote to you. I understand why you didn't tell me" I say with a warm smile and he nods.

"So what happened?" He asks as he reaches for his half empty pint of beer.

"She was on stage, I saw her and she saw me then she ran off" I say nonchalantly and pop sighs a small sigh.