My Soldier (Brittana fan fiction)* Discontinued*

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Santana's POV

"I don't know how to thank you James"

I step into the living room whilst wheeling my suitcase along the hardwood floor and stand beside the comfy leather couch, waiting for James to walk back in. As he does he smiles gently at me and gestures to take a seat which I do whilst he switches off the television before sitting opposite me with curious eyes. I know he wants to know what's going on, I mean I'm here in his living room with a suitcase of all my shit.

I open my mouth thinking of what to say but close it when James chuckles lightly "Santana, you don't have to tell me anything if you don't want to" He breathes and I sigh with a small smile, looking down at my terrible manicured nails, making a reminder to get my nails done.

"I do want to tell you, you've welcomed your home to me. I think I owe you an explanation—"

"You are always welcome here-you know that" He smiles and reaches out for my hand which I let him take. "You do not owe me anything sweetheart. You are my daughter's girlfriend, her best friend—my house and arms are always welcome to you" He confesses with a gentle smile making me breathe out a smile and a thank you.

James glances at my suitcase and then back to my eyes where I can see concern but understanding in his bright blue eyes. His eyes remind me of Brittany's, they're just so blue to the point where I can actually see my own reflection in them. "Can I offer you something to drink? Maybe something to eat? I was actually thinking of ordering takeout" He suggests with a smile and I can't believe how lucky I am, I have a loving, amazing girlfriend with a dad who is just as amazing.

"Coffee is great" I claim and he nods before getting up and hobbling to the kitchen. In a split second I hear little paddles on the floor and look down to see a ball of blonde fur and a floppy pink tongue. A smile instantly appears on my face as my hand comes down to give Charlie a good scratch and stroke. This dog is Brittany's pride and Joy, she's stuck with her when her Mother left, when I left and when her whole senior year went down the drain. Charlie's big brown eyes boar up at me and into my soul, it's like they're telling me something. I feel like Charlie is telling me that everything is going to be okay, I'm going to stay here for a bit until I can get back on my feet and then when Brittany gets back it will all be okay.

Charlie's tail pummels the floor and her tongue flaps out of her mouth as I stare into her eyes with a smile. "You take two sugars in your coffee right?" James asks causing me to snap my head up to meet his eyes with a smile.

"Yeah that's right" I breathe as he passes me the warm cup "Thanks James". James takes a seat and we sit there for a solid 5 minutes just talking about anything and everything. It's nice to know that he misses Brittany just as much as I do, and that he hasn't got a letter yet. I wouldn't say I'm paranoid or eager I just want to know how my girlfriend is doing. But yet again, it has only been one day.

"So you don't mind staying in Brittany's room do you?" He asks and I raise my eyebrows with the shake of my head.

"James, I'd happily sleep on the couch" I laugh making him shake his head and wave me off with a playful smile.

"You know I would never allow that" He laughs with a pointed look and I roll my eyes with a grin. "Would you like me to help you with your suitcase?" He asks, pointing to my black case and I kindly refuse his offer because hello, I'm like way strong. After that gym session with Brittany and all the sex we have, my muscles have developed and defined greatly. Before I even consider going upstairs I sit with James for a little while and listen to him talk so passionately about his favourite Television show, Mash. I can only withstand half an hour before departing to my girlfriend's bedroom and somehow it looks so lonely and cold. Her broken bed seems icy like if I was to get under it, it would feel like I'm lying on a sheet of ice. The room is clean and it's weird not seeing a pair of mine or Britt's underwear thrown somewhere, the only thing that brings life to this place is the half-naked Megan Fox on the wall.