Song in previous chapter was Breath by Faith Hill. Song in this chapter is Kiss Me by Sixpence.
Dave and Santana posed for pictures as her dad took hundreds, her mother happy and giddy. Dave glanced at Santana, her eyes aglow and her smile bright. He knew this is what she wanted most, though she'd never say it, she'd wanted them to notice her, see their little girl again. He was glad that he was able to help her with that, and she'd done the same and a little more for him. He laughed as Santana climbed the step behind him and wrapped her arms around his neck, she was more like a little girl goofing around with her best friend than a teenage girl going to prom with her boyfriend... and that's the way they liked it... but no one else had to know this. For this one night... they where two normal teenagers. No pressure. No hate. No fear... just two friends having fun.
Santana wasn't exactly sure how to dance to Friday and not to mention there was a blonde tramp wearing her same dress, but Dave assured her she was far hotter than the other girl. Though they both would admit later, maybe they got a little too at ease in their dancing once they loosened up, heck at once point Santana thought they looked a lot like Mercedes and Kurt did when they danced together... thankfully.. no one noticed... hopefully.. though they we're kind of afraid of the yearbook comity... and Azimio had a camera... god they both hope the ass smacking wasn't in the yearbook... or facebook.
Okay... so it was on facebook, according to the stats update they'd gotten on their phone.
Santana ran down the halls, towards the Locker Room... she'd finished her song, kissed Kurt, and ran. She heard the sobbing the moment she flew through the door, nearly stepping on a thrown crown in the walkway. She looked towards Puck's locker, where Dave sat under, his face berried in his knees. She lifted them hem of her dress and slid down next to him, not saying a word as she took his hand. She didn't have to say anything, especially after his tears went away and he noticed hers forming. He pulled her into a hug, and kissed the top of her head soothingly. He could see it in her eyes that something had happened with Brittany before she'd come. They sat there for who knows how long, and then a knock came at the door and a face slid in the visual. Dave sobered up and looked away quickly.
"Santana, Brittany needs to talk to you," said Kurt, biting his lip as he walked in, smoothing his kilt.
"Ohm.. yeah," said Santana, she hesitated and held Dave's hand, he nodded, a smile on his face, giving her encouragement.
"I'm fine," he said to reassure her, she nodded and left, glancing at him as the door closed, it became awkward.
"...Dave..." said Kurt, hesitantly.
"I'm sorry, Kurt," Dave focused on the tiles, willing himself not to cry, "I.. I couldn't... I'm not ready..."
"I know," he said quickly, those words caused Dave to feel a little calmer, "I know and I kept pushing you.. and I'm sorry..."
"Don't... please.. don't be sorry..." said Dave, his head snapping up to look in Kurt's aqua eyes.
"Dave... if I hadn't pushed you, we could have danced and been fine... and I'm sorry for that..." he was cut off.
"Please don't blame yourself, okay," said Dave, he was searching Kurt's eyes for anything but pity or remorse, he wanted to see anything but that.. he'd even settle on hatred right now... something.. anything.
"I won't if you won't blame yourself," said Kurt, sitting on the bench in front of Dave, "Your not ready and I shouldn't have pushed... but you also need to start being honest with yourself..."
"I..." he saw it, something other than pity, remorse, or hate, he saw concern in Kurt's eyes, his stomach ached and he felt a little dizzy, "I'm trying..."
"Good," smiled Kurt, standing up, and offering his hand.
"I can't go back in there," said Dave quickly.
"I know... but you do owe me a dance Dave... and luckily my phone has music," said Kurt, his face confident, but his eyes unsure of what Dave would do.
Dave looked at the slender pale hand in front of him then too Kurt. He took a deep breath and took it, standing up, his whole stomach knotting. Kurt's hand remained on Dave's tightly as he got him to step around the bench. Dave kept watching the hand, his whole mind whirling, Kurt wasn't scared... Kurt wasn't afraid of him... He didn't pitty him... he was concerned for him. A month ago, Dave would have thought this all a dream... but here it was... here they we're. Back in the locker room... a crown being placed on his head as Kiss Me by Sixpence playing on Kurt's phone that sat on the bench... with Kurt placing Dave's hand on his waist. It was all so much to take in.
'Kiss me out of the bearded barley
Nightly, beside the green, green grass
Swing, swing, swing the spinning step
You wear those shoes and I will wear that dress.'
Dave felt awkward at first as the danced in a weird circle on the tiles, his eyes never leaving Kurt's. Dave wasn't sure what this meant at the moment... but he was accepting of what it probably meant. It meant that Kurt was there... he wasn't going to run or leave him to fall like he'd imagined... he was there... as a friend... and Dave could accept this... he could learn to love this.
'Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight
Lead me out on the moonlit floor'
Dave thought of the irony of the song, but ignore it as his hand laced with Kurt's now, he was feeling more at ease. He felt... light... like a weight was gone, like the tides had turned. His heart skipped a beat as Kurt's head leaned on his shoulder... Dave stopped thinking... he just let it go... for the first time in his life he wasn't trying to fight it... even if it was only for a three minute song in the damn locker room. He was letting his barriers go as he slid his hands around Kurt's waist and rested his head on Kurt's crowned head.
'Lift your open hand
Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance'
Santana watched her hands as Brittany took them, fighting the urge to look into the baby blue's of the girl she loved. But she gave in and looked at the warm smile she was greeted with.
'Silver moon's sparkling
So kiss me'
Santana's chest hurt... her stomach felt cold and empty. The tears started again, all she wanted to do was hold Brittany... but she was afraid. Afraid someone would walk down the hallway and see her... see them. See her real self.
'Kiss me down by the broken tree house
Swing me upon its hanging tire.'
"Santana... when?" was all Brittany asked, her eyes dropping, "When will I be able to dance with you without you putting up a defense... I can't wait forever."
"I don't know... I can't... you saw what they did to Kurt.. I can't..." Santana cried.
"And you saw what he did to get even... and you know what... he has us and he's content... can't you be content with just me..." said Brittany, she held Santana's hand tightly.
'Bring, bring, bring your flowered hat
We'll take the trail marked on your father's map'
"Britt... I... I'm not ready yet," said Santana, she looked down at her red shoes and shook her head, "Please don't leave me... just give me time..."
"I can't give you forever..." said Brittany, Santana sobbed, "But I will give you time... on one condition."
"What?" asked Santana, her head snapping up.
"Dance with me," said Brittany, opening up her arms, a warm smile on her face.
"I... I can do that," said Santana, wrapping her arms around Brittany and nuzzling her face into her neck.
She felt at home like this, the music playing in a muffled chord from the locker room next to them, but Santana would have been fine like this if there was no music. Like a long, motioned hug. She loved the feeling, the warmth, the love. The blonde strands that wafted in her face a little, the smell of jasmine and cotton candy ice cream. The smell of her Brittany. She didn't have forever... but she had time... and she was going to take every second she could with Brittany... every last tick of a clock.. she would work through that time... but for now... for these few seconds, she was in the arms of the women she loved.
'Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight
Lead me out on the moonlit floor
Lift your open hand
Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance
Silver moon's sparkling
So kiss me
So kiss me...'