Fanfics

Love triangle - by hartbig-in-onesies

Love Triangle
"Hey."
Sarah throws herself down onto the couch beside Hannah, holding out the beer in her right hand for the brunette to take.
"Thanks," says Hannah quietly, her voice sounding dead, lacking any emotion. She takes the beer and drinks from the bottle, long gulps as if she's hoping to get drunk, as if she's hoping to forget.
Sarah takes a sip from her own bottle before speaking again.
"What's the matter then?" she asks the older woman.
Hannah doesn't say anything, but by way of reply she simply glances over at Sarah and raises a single eyebrow.
"So you told her?" asks Sarah.
"Yep," replies Hannah, keep her answers as emotionless and to the point as possible.
"When?"
"Yesterday."
"And what did she say?"
Hannah raises her voice to show that she's doing an impression and says, "I'm your best friend, you shouldn't read anything else into it. You know that I'm straight."
"Forget about her," insists Sarah, reaching out and placing a hand on Hannah's knee.
"I wish it was that easy," sighs Hannah.
Sarah follows Hannah's gaze, which is resting on the other blonde in the room who is being dragged into the middle of the room by Tyler to dance with him and Mamrie.
"Come with me," says Sarah, getting to her feet and taking Hannah's hand.
The shorter woman reluctantly gets to her feet allowing herself to be led away towards the door. Just as Sarah is about to step out into the hall, her eyes meet Grace's across the room, who is watching them leave with a slight frown.
Sarah looks away, ignoring Grace and pulling Hannah out of the room where the party is happening and leads her upstairs into Mamrie's spare bedroom.
"You need to forget about her," says Sarah.
"I can't," sighs Hannah.
"Find someone else. Move on."
"Someone else? You don't think I've tried that?"
"Maybe you should look closer to home," suggests Sarah softly, stepping closer to Hannah and placing both of her hands on the older woman's waist.
"Like who?"
By way of reply, Sarah lowers her lips to Hannah's and kisses her gently.
Hannah is still for a couple of seconds and it's so awkward that Sarah considers pulling back and feigning drunkeness, but then Hannah's lips part. It's a strange kiss, not at all how Sarah imagined her first kiss with Hannah. It isn't passionate and Hannah's movements are wooden, like she's only a willing participant in the kiss because she feels she has to, not because she wants to.
Sarah pulls back and sighs hopelessly.
"There really is nothing that anyone can do to stop you loving her is there?"
The door crashes open and Tyler stumbles in, apparently oblivious to the situation he's interrupting.
"Hannah, there you are!" he exclaims. "I've been dancing with Mamrie and Grace for ages, you've been missing out!"
He turns to Sarah.
"You don't mind if I steal this little peach away from you, do you?" he asks.
"Not at all," sighs Sarah.
Tyler grabs Hannah's hand and practically drags her out of the room and down the stairs.
Sarah waits a couple of minutes before following the pair downstairs, spotting them in the middle of the room, Tyler trying his best to get Hannah to join in with the dancing, though the brunette shoots Grace a glance full of longing every couple of minutes as she dances with Mamrie just feet away.
Sarah grabs Grace's arm as she crosses the room, the older blonde's ear close to her mouth.
"A word, Grace?" she asks.
Grace makes her excuses to Mamrie and follows Sarah into the empty kitchen.
"Don't think for one second that I'm doing this for you," Sarah says as soon as she's closed the kitchen door to give them privacy.
"Sorry?"
"I like you, Grace, as a person," continues Sarah. "I think you're funny and talented and your humble about it too, which I like. I think you're beautiful as well, stunning perhaps."
"Are you hitting on me?" asks Grace with a frown.
Sarah ignores this and continues speaking.
"I like you, Helbig, but I hate the way you treat her."
"What?"
"She might believe you when you say you aren't interested, when you give her all of that 'straight best friend' bullshit," snaps Sarah. "I can tell that you're lying when you say that you don't want her."
"I ... I don't know what you mean," stammers Grace.
Grace might be a brilliant actress, but Sarah has caught her off-guard, has found her weakness, and even an Oscar-winning performance couldn't hide the fact that Grace did in fact know exactly what Sarah meant.
"Hannah," Sarah clarifies, and Grace goes visibly pale. "I've seen the way that you look at her and I know what it means. The look on your face as you watch her is exactly how I feel when I look at her. You love her."
Grace doesn't reply. She doesn't need to.
"Why do you lie to her?" asks Sarah. "Why do you tell her that you don't want her?"
"She deserves better," replies Grace, staring down at the floor as if the kitchen tiles are the most interesting things she's ever seen. "I'm awkward and I don't like to be touched. I keep my private life hidden from the cameras. Hannah deserves someone good, someone who will hold her hand or hug her in public, someone amazing who she can show off to the world."
"You're right, she deserves better, better than you!" Sarah raises her voice. "She deserves to be happy, to be told the truth! Yet for some reason she's so completely blinded by her love for you that she can't see that you're treating her wrong. Have you not wondered why she keeps coming back. You knock her down again and again and she still wants you. You don't know how lucky you are to have someone as selfless and wonderful as Hannah willing to do absolutely anything for you."
"But I can't..."
"Don't tell me what you can't do," interrupts Sarah. "Do you know what you can do? You can give that girl a little bit of effort because I'm going to be honest, I don't think even she is strong enough to get knocked down by you again."
Sarah turns to leave the kitchen, her hand reaching out to open the door to where the party is still going on.
"Sarah, why are you doing this?"
Sarah stops in her tracks and pauses for a moment, and when she does eventually speak, she keeps her back to Grace so that she avoids having to look at the other blonde.
"Because Hannah deserves to be happy."
"I know that," agrees Grace. "But why are you going to all this effort to get me to be with Hannah."
This time, Sarah turns slightly so that she can look at Grace, a look of pain on her face as she finally admits the truth.
"Because I love her," whispers Sarah. "And if I can't have what I want, then I'll do what I can to make sure that she gets what she wants."
"Me?" breathes Grace.
"You," nods Sarah.
She reaches out for the door handle once more, and this time Grace doesn't stop her. Sarah spots Hannah in the middle of the room, standing there awkwardly like there's nowhere in the world she wants to be less as Tyler grinds his ass against her in a vain attempt to get Hannah to join in with the fun.
"Tyler, as much as I'm sure Hannah is enjoy your attempts to seduce her, I'm going to have to take her away from you," Sarah says drily.
"Oh, if you insist," smirks Tyler.
Sarah leads Hannah away from Tyler before stopping and whispering to her, "She's waiting for you in the kitchen."
"Who?" replied Hannah.
"Just go."
Sarah gives her a small push in the back, nudging the shorter woman in the direction of the kitchen, before sitting down on the couch to observe the party and wait for Hannah's return.
It seems like an eternity that Hannah is in the kitchen with Grace but in reality it's probably no longer than ten minutes before the brunette emerges and comes to sit beside her.
"So?" Sarah inquires.
"We're going for lunch tomorrow," says Hannah. "Like a date. We'll talk it through then."
"And you're happy about this?" Sarah checks.
"Happier," nods Hannah.
"Good."
Sarah looks up just as Grace leaves the kitchen and the two blonde's eyes meet.
"Thank you," mouths Grace.
Sarah nods once, and then looks away.