Rumor Has It

Chapter 17

(Brittany's POV)

The next hour felt like years. I sat in a chair across the room from Quinn's bed. I wanted to see Santana, but I would be lying if I said I wasn't scared. My elbows sat on my knees while the right one bounced up and down.

"Britt we have an hour until we get released." Quinn exclaimed gently. I glanced up and gave a quick nod. She pursed her lips and went back to reading. I checked the time that read 12:00. Santana has been gone for almost an hour. Was she that mad at me? What if she never wants to talk again? All of these thoughts seemed to make my leg bounce even more, if that's possible. My eyes jolted up when I heard the door open. In walking Santana. I couldn't read her emotions. I sat up and rested my back against the chair. She looked over at me with a blank look. I shot my eyes over to Quinn who was peeking her eyes up from the book she was reading and darting them between me and the Latina. Just as I was about to speak Santana cut me off.

"Britt, don't." She held her hand up. I pursed my lips and looked down. I heard her sigh from the doorway.

"I would ask you to come with me and talk, but you might run off again." She bit. I shifted uncomfortably at her tone. I know I deserved it but it still sucked. I looked up carefully. Almost like if I looked up to fast or something I would turn to stone. When I met her eyes it seemed like her harsh demeanor lightened. I stood up and slowly walked over.

"I want to talk."

She looked at me hesitantly and nodded, turning on her heels and walking out of the room, motioning me to follow. I drug my feet behind her. I felt like I was following my mom into timeout.

She walked out of the hospital into the busy sidewalks of New York. It was pretty crowded so by the time I got out of the hospital doorway we were almost separated by swarms of people. Just before we got any further she grabbed my wrist. Even now it sends a wave of electricity through my body. And at least she still cared enough to make sure I didn't get lost.

She dragged me out into a near by park. She was the first to sit down at the picnic table. I sat across from her and stared straight at my hands. It was silent for a moment until it was broken with a sigh from the brunette. But I spoke up before she could.

"Look if you're gonna yell at me make it quick, I'm sensitive." I looked down at my hands. She didn't say anything causing me to look up. She was fighting off a smile. That eased my nerves a bit.

"Britt I would never yell at you." She stated gently. I gave her a small tight lipped smile.

"Britt your my favorite person. Probably in the entire universe . Your everything good is this miserable stinking world and I feel so lucky to have you. Which makes the thought of me loosing you hurt even more." She paused after stating the last part. Our eyes met and I felt a pang in my heart.

"I don't know what could have happened to you. Maybe nothing would have happened but it's still scary. What if someone saw you? Or what if she hurt you? You could have been put in jail or even in the hospital." Her words were shaky as she spoke. And some how, my feelings for this girl seemed to grow into unreachable numbers. My heart felt like it blossomed into the most beautiful flower in the world. That's how Santana made me feel. They way she spoke, how she cared so deeply for me really made me feel like I never have in my entire life. She's the light in every dark room. You can pick her smile out of a crowd that wields a thousand faces. Her laugh echoes through your head like that one song you will never get tired of listening to. Her eyes seemed as if you could read a thousand words and still not know a single thing. They told unimaginable story's. It's like if you looked into them you would get lost into a haze of mystery. Like your body would drift off into a peaceful slumber with that beautiful Latina invading your dreams. She felt peaceful. She felt like home. Even in the middle of scolding me for being stupid she still manages to untangle the never ending knots in my head.

Needless to say, she was perfect. The feelings I have for this girl are so rapturous. I liked them a lot. Maybe even loved? I didn't want to rush things though. I mean I have no idea if she loves me. It's still so early in our relationship. Is it possible to be thinking about that certain L word in such a short amount of time?

The thoughts in my head were rushed out when the sound of an angel echoed in my ears.

"Babe?" She waved her hand in front of my face. I shook my head and smiled at her, hoping that maybe it would distract the fact that I wasn't really paying attention. "Were you even listening to me?" She attempted to scold. It was quickly replaced by a small grin. I shook my head with a sigh, reaching out and grabbed her hand.

"I'm sorry, I was just thinking." I exclaimed nonchalantly as I played with her fingers, never looking up from them. She let out a breathy giggle.

"About?" Her tone was soft. It made my heart flutter at every syllable that came out of her plump lips.

"You."

She smiled and shook her head. I could immediately see a blush creep up onto her cheeks. She tried dismissing it by looking down at our hands.

"What about me?" She glanced up with an adorable grin. I tilted my head and smiled back.

"Just things." I shrugged. We stayed staring at each other for what felt like hours, but probably only lasted like 20 seconds. I broke the comfortable silence.

"You know we never finished our conversation earlier." She gave me a puzzled look. It was cute how her eyebrows scrunched and she tilted her head.

"Well I guess it wasn't really a conversation. Just me asking what you were thinking about." Her confused expression was quickly replaced with flushed cheeks. I don't really know why. Maybe because of what happened before that. I smirked to myself before speaking up again.

"It sounded like you were about to say something but then Quinn texted and we couldn't finish." I looked down to see her chuckling lowly with a smirk. Now I was the one cocking my brow.

"What?" She continued laughing. Before muttering something under her breath. I always hear her doing that but I never know what she's saying.

"Okay what the hell do you keep saying to yourself? It's starting to freak me out." She was laughing harder now.

"Oh nothing, Britt." I narrowed my eyes at her.

"I'm going to figure it out." She giggled at my confidence. It made me happy hearing her laugh like that.

"Oh and by the way, I'm sorry for today." I pursed my lips together and glanced away from her beaming brown eyes. She brought up her other hand that wasn't occupied and cupped my cheek.

"Britt don't worry about it. Let's just drop it okay?" She gave me a reassuring smile and tightened her grip on my hands. I nodded in return. "What did y'all end up doing with Celeste?" I was genuinely interested.

"Don't worry babe, we took care of it." I looked at her hesitantly before nodding.

"Wait you didn't kill her did you?" She looked around frantically as I tried keeping my voice as low as possible. She just giggled in return causing my eyebrows to cock upward.

"No B, I didn't kill her." I let out a breath of relief and nodded.

"Good because as much as it would be super hot seeing you as a bad girl, we can't really have sweet, sweet lady sex when your locked up in a jail cell." She darted her eyes up and plastered her face with that same smirk.

"Just..wanky."