Sometimes, I really didn't know what was going on.

I know people thought I'm stupid, and maybe they were right - but I think I was more just confused. I always have been. I probably always would be. There were a lot of things I wished were different, because I didn't understand why they were that way.

There was one person I blamed for this. One person, who had been away in Spain all summer. One person, who had been ignoring my texts. One person who was supposed to be my best friend. One person called Santana Lopez. One person I was crazily in love with.

I kept trying to tell myself there's a good reason for it - texts cost a lot more in Spain, right?

But, said a nasty voice in my head, her parents are insanely rich. They wouldn't care.

Fine, I would reply to the voice, bitterly. But maybe her parents took her phone again.

She would have gone to any lengths to contact you. You know that.

I sighed. It really did seem like Santana was ignoring me. After everything that had happened last year, she was distancing herself from me. Again. And I couldn't take it.

I had sent her at least thirty texts - how could she possibly talk herself out of that?

But now, it was the last day of the summer holidays, and I knew Santana was home. I was quite tempted to rush to her house and scream how much I loved her. But I'd already done that, and it clearly hadn't worked as planned.

How could this be happening? After all the love of last year. Landslide. Songbird. All those 'I love you's.

And what about the day when she had left for Spain?

She had rushed straight to my house that morning, desperate to say goodbye before she left.

'Yeah, okay, I'm coming,' I shouted in the direction of the door. 'Jeez, stop ringing the bell.'

Still pyjama-clad and wearing no makeup, I prayed to God that it wasn't anyone from school.

As soon as I opened the door, Santana was hugging me.

'Santana! I thought you were going to Spain today?'

I didn't notice she was crying until she started shaking, sobbing against my shoulder.

'San, I...'

'Brittany. I'm sorry. I just really need to say goodbye.'

I pulled away so I could look into her tear stained face. Fighting the urge to kiss her tears away, I simply brushed them away with my fingers.

She smiled weakly.

'I'll miss you.'

'Yeah, me too,' I said, fighting tears. 'I'll miss you so much.'

'I can't go this long without you, Britt.'

The confession had the tears starting up again, and I hugged her tightly.

'You're going to have a great time. You don't need me to be there. You go have fun, okay? I'll be in touch.'

I thought I heard the tiniest whisper of 'I love you' against my shoulder, before she pulled away.

'I hope I don't miss the flight now. I ran here just before my parents were ready to leave.'

'Santana! Get going!'

With one last, brief hug, she turned.

Pausing at the door, she turned back. 'Bye, Britt.'

'Bye, San.'

I tried to smile as genuinely as I could.

She turned, and was gone.

I shut the door behind her, and went back to bed, cuddling my duvet to hide the gaping hole she'd left behind.

'I miss you already.'

She hadn't kept in touch. I'd tried my best, but she obviously hadn't missed me at all. Not like I had missed her, texting her every day, checking my phone every ten minutes. Waiting for some sign that she was alright.

I sighed, pulling on my pyjamas and getting into my Santana-less bed. We used to spend every night having sleepovers, pretending to my mum that Santana was sleeping on the floor, and then as soon as all the lights were out she would slip noiselessly into bed behind me, wrapping her arms around me.

I missed those days so much - I missed having her touch burn my skin. I missed having her kiss my neck affectionately, assuring me that this is what friends did. Even though I knew perfectly well that we were more than that.

But it hadn't mattered, because all I'd wanted was her.

Turning over, I imagined that Santana's hands had never left me, and slowly I drifted off to sleep.

She can't avoid me forever, I thought, just before I dropped off. Tomorrow, I'll make sure of that.

A/N: This is just the prologue, which is why it's immensely short. Hope you enjoyed it. Please review, I would really appreciate your feedback.