Against All Odds

Chapter 12 - 1am

I didn't know what to do. Em never leaves the door open. Even if it's hot and we're both in the room, she makes me shut the door and lock it. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and tried to call her.

Hey it's Emily. Sorry I missed your call, but leave your name and...

I hung up. Her phone couldn't have been dead. We had it plugged in from the moment we left New York. I tried calling a couple more times with no success. I started pacing. And when I start to pace, I start to panic. I ran my hands through my hair trying to think of what to do next. Should I call Hanna? No. There was no sense calling her and making her worry when it could be someting little. But what if it wasn't someting little? What if A had just taken her? And here I am still wasting time. Pacing. I heard footsteps walking towards the door. I reached into my backpack and pulled out my pocket knife. It may not be big, but something is definitely better than nothing. My heart started beating faster, my breaths getting shorter. As the person turned the corner, I realized it was Em. I sat down and started to hyperventilate.

"Babe! What are you doing?" She ran to the sink and grabbed a paper bag and hurried her way over to me. "What's wrong?" In between breaths, I managed to get some words out.

"What do you mean?" I stuck my face back in the bag for a couple more breaths as I started to calm down. "I got to the room and the door was wide open. Why shouldn't I have been worried?" She looked at me.

"I'm sorry I swear I shut the door. I ran down to the pool because Allison Schmitt was down there and I just had to meet her. She's like my idol I don't think you understand." She flashed a smile at me. "Please forgive me? I didn't mean to make you worry. I really didn't."

I got up to sit on the couch. She sat next to me and nestled her head in my neck and kissed me.

"I'm not mad babe I promise. Just, with everything that has been going on? I find myself on edge more. You're not the only one that has someone to protect." I started playing with her hair.

She got up from the couch and held out her hand.

"Let's go in the room. It's getting late and we both have early classes tomorrow." I grabbed her hand and we walked into my room. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, babe. I'm fine." I got onto the bed. I turned towards the wall and Em cuddled behind me, putting her arm over me.

"I love you Santana." I kinda layed there. I don't want her to think that I was hesitating to say it back.

"I love you too Em. I'm sorry I'm just really tired." She squeezed me tighter. That was her way of saying that it was okay without using words. Within two minutes, we both fell asleep.

At about one in the morning, our doorbell started ringing. Emily started hitting me, telling me to get it. I got off of the bed, grabbed my knife off of the night stand and walked to the door. I looked in the peephole and saw that it was Britt. What's she doing here? I opened the door slowly to make sure that Emily couldn't hear me.

"Britt what are you doing here." I stepped out and shut the door without fully closing it. "It's like one o'clock."

The stench of vodka and orange juice reeked from her. I knew she had been drinking. Screwdrivers were her favorite mixed drink. But she had the habit of drinking until she could feel it. And by then she would have had at least five glasses.

"I just needed to see you. I need you Santana." She moved towards me but I pushed her back. "No please, don't do that."

"I love you Britt. I do. But I'm with Emily now." Her arm reached out and grabbed me.

"Look. What you and I had, that was special. And it still is. You can't tell me that you don't have feelings for me anymore. I know you may love your girlfriend now but she isn't me. The special bond we shared can't ever be replicated and you know that." She put her hand on my face and gently rubbed it. I grabbed her hand and held it in mine.

"Don't do this to me, Britt. Don't do this." She leaned and kissed me. I couldn't resist. She always made me so weak. I grabbed her waist with my hands as our kiss got more and more passionate. Her tongue made it's way into my mouth and we started making out. She pushed me up against the wall and the kiss got more intense. I pushed her back, realizing what we were doing. "You need to go Britt. We'll talk tomorrow. When you're sober."

"I don't want to go, San. I want you back. I want... you." She took my hand and put it between her legs. She moaned a little as she used my hand to rub herself.

"Britt stop. Go back to where you are staying, and we'll talk tomorrow okay? Go. It's late." She stopped and looked at me. Those blue eyes. No matter how many times I look in them, I still get lost.

"Alright. I'll go." She kissed my cheek and started walking down the hallway. I watched her walk away until I couldn't see her anymore.

I leaned back on the wall and slid down to the ground. What the hell just happened? I spend months on top of months getting over her. I cried for countless amounts of nights and lost hours of sleep all because I couldn't get over the fact that I thought I had lost Brittany for good. I worked my ass off to get over her. And when I finally did. After all the tears, the sleepless nights. Finding a girl that actually loves me. Just like that, Britt comes back into my life and does this. With her I didn't have to worry about dieing. That sounds super fucking selfish, but it is what it is. You know? She always pulls me back in. I don't know what came over me, but I found myself running down the hall and to the parking lot. I saw her getting into a taxi. I got to her before she got in. I turned her around and leaned her up against the door and kissed her.

"I'll see you tomorrow okay. Around noon okay. We'll have lunch." She smiled. I kissed her one more time. "I love you."

"I love you too Santana." She got in the taxi and I watched it drive away. There was only one thing on my mind then. Emily.