Text: It went like any other night. How about yours?
Text: Did it involve coffee?
Santana shook her head with a small smile on her lips. “It’s okay,” she said quietly, her hands at Billie’s sides. She knew she should have called, texted, anything, but for the past few days Santana didn’t really know what to say to anyone. When Billie offered her a bowl of cereal Santana tried not to laugh. “No… B that stuff’ll kill you, don’t eat that.”
The look of offense on the blondes face appeared quickly and in complete seriousness. “Those are fightin words Santana.” Billie said, finally releasing Santana from her hold and moved to set the water on for hot chocolate. “Loco coco then. Don’t argue with me, I’m going to feed you sweet things that probably not good for you.” She cast the girl a look over her shoulder, pulling open the cabinet to dump her the loco parts to the coco down onto the counter. Britt’s supply was way more impressive that her own but she was totally skipping on the nutella, that’s just gross.
Text: How did your night go?
Santana turned around to say something else but was instead engulfed in an embrace. She stood there for a moment before wrapping her arms around Billie, her chin resting on her friend’s shoulder. It was comforting although sudden. Santana had a feeling that Billie wouldn’t let go, but she didn’t really mind. She wrapped her arms tighter around Billie.
Billie exhaled loudly before she let go, if ‘let go’ could be used to describe it. She slid her hands up to Santana’s shoulders and moved back just enough to hold her at arms length. “Sorry.” She didn’t know if that was for herself or Santana but she was glad to see her. All in one piece and huggable. The fact that she hadn’t had a chance to see her since the conversation she had on the phone was not even all that acceptable but she was giving Santana her few days of space. To be with her siblings or Nicole or whoever was more important than she was. Whatever, she came, that was good. “I just had a bunch of Lucky Charms, you hungry?”
Santana was glad that Billie had invited her over. Although she wanted to be alone Santana also found out that she hated being alone. And she’d have to deal with the world at some time or another, she couldn’t lie in bed for the rest of forever. She knocked on Billie’s door and smiled a little when the blonde opened it, walking in and nodding in approval. “You smell like strawberries, I appreciate the effort.”
As soon as she door was closed and locked behind them Billie turned around and wrapped Santana up in a hug. She honestly hadn’t meant to, or well, she knew she had wanted a hug but Billie hadn’t meant for it to be some kind of ambush. Her arms were wrapped around Santana’s middle, palms flat on the girl’s back to held her against her and she just stood there, unwilling to let go.
Text: It’s okay you have a lot to deal with.
Text: Is it better today?
Text: It’s getting better and I know it’s weird to talk about. Sorry about that. Right now I’m doing the same thing with her that I am for you. I asked her to dominate me last night because fighting with people made me overwhelmed. It was easier. I deserve the help I need and ask for right?
Text: Okay. I would really like to just feel safe and I feel safe with you. Is Brittany okay with me coming over?
Text: Right, you do. Good.
Text: She definitely would be but I’ll double check with her.
Billie pulled the towel from her hair, having already slipped into her sweats and over sized t-shirt and padded barefoot into the kitchen. Food would be good. Usually when she invited Santana over she was all about the brunette cooking for her but that wasn’t why she wanted to see her right now. So she pulled down the lucky charms and went with her usual cereal instead. Billie was just getting through her third and last bowl when the knock came to the door and she sucked down the milk quickly and put the bowl in the sink. Moving to open the door and let Santana in. “Showered, as promised.”