Brittana: cannon

Chapter 15: I really want to be with you Santana

Santana's optimism from her decision to move to New York had faded as the days started to go by. Shortly after she moved in, she nearly got kicked out of the loft for trying to help Rachel out. She was just trying to be a good friend by telling the other girl about her sketchy, plastic boyfriend.

After Santana helped Rachel through her pregnancy scare, she was surprised that her roommates thought so little of her and were going to make her leave for making Brody uncomfortable. Without her persistence, however, Rachel still would have been with that Ken doll wannabe. She never would have guessed the guy to be a gigolo, but at least she did right thing about exposing him.

Things weren't great living with Berry and Lady Hummel. They had their problems, the biggest of which was the male escort situation, and Santana's personality definitely clashed with theirs. She didn't like them a majority of the time, and they didn't really care much for her. But regardless of her roommates' personal feelings toward her, she still saw them as her family and would be there for them even if they didn't want her help. And after a few weeks, they started to adjust to the new living situation.

The biggest issue was that the brunette still didn't know if she wanted to enroll in college around there, or if she wanted to pursue something in the performance arts. She knew she needed to be in New York, she just didn't know what she needed to be doing in New York.

She had gotten a job at a bar just to make money to help support herself while she tried to find out what she wanted to do in the city. But that was the only real good news she had gotten since she moved.

Santana and Brittany still kept in touch. She missed the blonde like crazy, but she knew that this separation was the best thing for them right now. She was just glad that they were starting to get their friendship back to more of where it used to be. The girls talked and texted on a more regular basis, and they started sharing more of what was happening in their lives. Santana still didn't want to hear about the dancer's relationship with Sam, but they talked about pretty much everything else.

It was a few weeks after she arrived in New York when her phone started ringing. Santana was alone in the apartment since her roommates had gone out for the evening. She saw Brittany's name pop up on the screen and smiled as she answered it.

"What's up, BritBrit?"

The only thing Santana could hear on the line was quiet sniffles. Her smile immediately faded as she became concerned. "Brit? What's wrong?"

"Santana." Brittany's voice was thick with tears. Santana really became worried.

"Brittany, what happened? You're starting to scare me, babe." Santana's heart was starting to pound in her chest with fear. Brittany usually didn't cry like this. At least not to the point where she couldn't talk.

"I just needed to hear your voice."

"I'm here, BritBrit. Please tell me what's wrong." She wanted to wrap the other girl in her arms so badly.

"There was a shooting at school today, and..." the blonde started.

"Oh my God, Brit! Are you okay? Are you in the hospital? I can be there by morning, just let me find a flight." Santana was frantic. She started grabbing things to throw in her suitcase as she was rambling.

"No, Santana. Santana!" Brittany interrupted her panic to get her attention. "I'm fine, I'm okay. You don't need to come, I'm okay."

Once the words sunk in, Santana sat heavily on the couch as tears of relief started to run down her face. "Thank God, Brittany. Oh, thank God." She rested her forehead against her free hand, trying to stop the shaking from the adrenaline overload she just had. Then she suddenly sat up straight, panicked again. "Wait, is Sam okay? Tina? Was anyone else hurt?"