Firehouse 51

Cheerios

Date night was fantastic. Santana finally knew a little more about what Brittany had gone through, and it made her feel like she was being let in. Let into a side of Brittany that obviously, a lot of people don't see. She felt privileged to know such information, but knew that she also had to be incredibly understanding.

She didn't want to be, that girl. The one that claims that she knows everything. The one that thinks that she knows how to handle every situation. As an EMT, she needs to be THAT person. But in this situation, she knows better. She knew that every person is different. Every person that has PTSD isn't the same, and they need to be approached as such. She learned that with Quinn.

Santana really liked Brittany. She liked the way she looked when she first woke up in the morning, the way that she is gentle yet firm with patients. Brittany had this certain, sparkle to her.

So when Brittany told her the story about what happened in California, she reassured her that nothing she said was going to change the way she thought about her. At all. And she meant every word.

Brittany was glad that she could confide in Santana. Of course, she hadn't told her everything just yet. But she didn't want to overwhelm her cause what she had been through wasn't just a simple walk in the park.

It took so much in her just to tell her about California that she felt physically exhausted after finishing the story.

The next morning, Brittany found herself gently tucked in bed, with the smell of bacon in the air. She stretched, and slowly got out of bed. When she turned towards the door, there Santana was. Dressed in a XL Cheerios shirt, holding a tray with two plates on it with breakfast. A single rose sitting in a vase, next to two cups of orange juice.

"Santana, you didn't have to." Brittany smiled, and she could instantly feel her cheeks getting warm. "It smells fantastic."

"I know I didn't have to, but I wanted to." Santana made her way over to the bed and gently placed the tray down.

They both sat and had breakfast, sharing stories of their past.

"So, this Cheerios shirt. Is it, well- what is it?"

Santana chuckled, as she took a bite of her bacon.

"Don't judge me. Okay? In high school, I.. was a cheerleader." Brittany's jaw dropped. "No judgement!"

"Oh trust me, no judgement here trust me. I just think that, is the cutest thing ever. I just can't imagine you being a cheerleader, no offense. With this-" And she motions her hands up and down. "Vibe you got going."

"Oh I was a really good cheerleader trust me. But I was a even better singer."

Brittany put her empty plate back on the tray. "Sing for me."

"What? Right now? No, I can't." She put her plate back on the tray as well and got up off the bed. "Look at that, we gotta head to the station!" And Santana scurried out of the room.

I'll get her to sing, without her even knowing. Brittany thought to herself.