When You Least Expect It

Part 6

Y/N barely remembered the ride home. She remembers Bri parking and walking her to the door, but the ride itself was a blur. She was sad and confused, but mostly angry with herself for running out on Jensen. She just kept thinking if they hadn't stopped, if she would have just not been a hot mess for a second, she could have stayed, then he would be the one bringing her home.

"Come on, you go up and change, and I'll make some tea."

"Hm?" Y/N asked as Bri's voice pulled her back from the dark winding alley of what if's.

"Tea?"

"Oh, yeah. Help yourself. I have a bunch of different kinds in the cabinet," she replied, vaguely pointing towards the kitchen.

"Ok," Bri said, and guided her towards the stairs. "Go up and get comfy. If you got a pair of sweats I could borrow, I'd love ya forever. This dress is cute and all, but I believe the rest of the evening calls for comfort."

"Bri, you don't have to stay. I feel bad making you leave the party. I'm sure things were just getting started."

Bri waved her off. "It's fine. I'd much rather be on that couch over there talking to you with something warm and soothing than getting drunk and dealing with handsy men."

"I thought you were married," Y/N chuckled as she climbed the first two stairs.

"Who do you think I was talking about?"

Y/N laughed and kept climbing. "I'll bring you down something."

"Bless you!" Bri called after her before she disappeared to the second floor.

Y/N walked into the bedroom, her luggage still packed from her trip home; the clothes she wore on the plane still in a heap on the floor at the foot of the bed. The bags her dress and accessories had come in were in a crumpled pile in the middle of her comforter. Slowly, she unzipped the dress and laid on the chair in the corner of the room. One by one she removed all her jewelry, except the necklace Jensen had given her. For the second time that day she stared at her reflection and was disgusted with what she saw looking back.

"What the fuck is wrong with you," she asked herself softly. She closed her eyes, not wanting to see her face any longer, or the tear-streaked mascara that currently painted her cheeks. She concentrated on clothing, then found an extra pair of sweats and a T-shirt for Bri. The thought of the woman downstairs currently making tea made her feel a little better, and knowing she wouldn't have to manage this night alone, helped to calm her nerves just a smidge.

When she returned back to the kitchen there were two mugs on the island, with tea bags ready for steeping. Y/N handed Bri the clothes and when she left to change, Y/N continued fixing the tea. She tried to just focus on that for the moment, and not the line of questions her brain wanted to throw at her. Y/N knew she'd be answering those exact questions from Bri any minute now, so why bother going through it twice?

"So much better, thank you," Bri moaned as she came back into the kitchen. "This is a great place you got here."

"Isn't it? I told him it was too much house for me, but..."

"He insisted."

"He did."

"Of course, because that's Jensen."

"I know," she sighed and stopped what she was doing to rest her hands on the edge of the counter, her head falling down to hang between her arms.

"Y/N, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you," Bri said and was at her side with a hand gently laid on her back.

"You didn't Bri. I'm just so mad at myself right now. You're absolutely right. That's just... Jensen. Generous and overly kind. He is one of the most genuine people I've ever met."