Heartbrake (Demi Lovato/Santana Lopez)

Chapter 15

Nick stared at the back of Demi’s head uncertain as to what just happened.  “Did I hurt you or make you mad in some way?  Do you want me to leave?”  At the end of the day, Nick loved Demi and it would have killed him to know that he was the cause of whatever was troubling her.

Demi rolled over facing him.  She saw the pain in his eyes and immediately felt bad for what she had said previously or rather how she said it.  She knew Nick was the victim in all of this and she needed to figure out things soon so she’d either be fully into this relationship or completely out.

Demi touched Nick’s cheek and pulled him in a quick kiss.  “No, I’m sorry.  You didn’t do anything.  I know it’s cliché to say it’s me and not you, but it’s true.  I just have a lot on my mind right now.  I don’t want you to leave.  Can you just hold me tonight?”

“Sure.  I can do whatever you need me to.  I’m here if you want to talk as well.”  She could see the worry in his eyes as he said this.

“Thanks.  I’m just not ready to talk about anything yet.”

Nick scooted closer to Demi.  As she turned back around away from him, he wrapped one of his arms around her waist and brought her close.  “Ok.  I’m not going anywhere.  You tell me when you are ready.”  He kissed the back of her head and closed his eyes.  He wasn’t stupid; he saw how she looked at Santana this evening, but he hoped and prayed that it was just a platonic relationship between those two.  He didn’t want to lose Demi, but he also knew that he wanted her to be happy and if she couldn’t be truly happy with him, then he would step back as much as it would crush him to do so.

Demi felt hot tears begin to stream down her face.  She tried to contain her crying.  She knew if Nick realized, he would be even more concerned than he already was.  Tonight had really rocked her world.  She was just so conflicted, and it had all caught her by surprise.  Never in a million years had she expected to feel what she felt.  Quinn was right.  She was jealous and she had no right to be.  The question was why?  Was she jealous because she was afraid that Angel would impede her growing friendship with Santana or was it more than that?  Based on her panties, she had an inkling of the answer; however, Demi was in unfamiliar territory here.  She had never really been with a girl.  Sure, she had messed around on several occasions but it was always after she had been drinking, and she always stopped before it got too far along.  In the end, it probably didn’t matter.  Santana was now with Angel.  She had never been a home wrecker before and she wasn’t about to start now, no matter how she felt about Angel.

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Santana eyes slowly fluttered opened.  She shut them immediately as the brightness of the sun streaming in through the sheer curtains in the bedroom made her tear up.  Santana felt a dull throbbing in her head - not nearly as much as she had expected given the amount she drank last night.  As she tried to will her eyes to open again, her nose started to smell something delicious which quickly sent word to her stomach eliciting a loud grumble.  Keeping her eyes closed, she pushed up to a sitting position.  She pointed her head down and rubbed her temples, coaxing her eyes open.  She surveyed the room and tried to piece together the evening before.  A smirk crossed her face as the memories came rushing back.  Beside the bed was a glass of water and two Tylenol.  Maybe Angel was really a godsend.  Santana grabbed the two pills and washed them down with the icy cold liquid.  She immediately regretted her actions, grimacing as brain freeze momentarily overtook her.

Laid out on the bed was a short, silky black robe.  She put it on and followed the scent aware that her hunger was growing by the second.

Walking into the kitchen, she was greeted by Angel.  “Good morning, beautiful, or should I say afternoon?” she said handing Santana a cup of coffee.