Prologue
Santana Lopez was sitting in her room in front of a large mirror. She was doing some final touches on her makeup. When she was satisfied, she stood up and opened her closet, and looked for some clothes she could wear for tonight.
Tonight. Suddenly, when Santana thought about tonight, a smile crept up her face. She couldn't help but feel excited. She was so sure that something special was going to happen. It was Santana and Sam's third year anniversary as a couple after all.
"Hey San!" a short blonde-haired woman entered her room, without even knocking. Santana was surprised, but relaxed when she realized who the intruder was.
"Jesus, Quinn. Don't you know how to knock?" Santana said. Quinn was Santana's best friend, and her roommate.
"You ready for tonight?" asked Quinn, ignoring Santana's question, while walking towards her.
"Not really. But I think something good is gonna happen."
"Something is gonna happen, though I don't really think it will be good. He didn't even remember your anniversary Santana, not if you didn't tell him." Quinn said, while looking at Santana like she was crazy.
"Sam is just human, Quinn. I'm sure he didn't mean to forget." Santana looked back at Quinn, while she put an arm to her side.
"Whatever," Quinn said, while she rolled her eyes. "So, do you need any help?"
"Ugh. Yes actually. I want to look my best tonight."
"Well, you don't really need to give so much effort though."
"I know. I look smoking hot."
"What I meant was, it's better if you go simple."
"Fine, fine. So will you help me or not?"
"Of course I w—"
Quinn hadn't even finished her sentence, when another person came in through the door. But this time, it was a mohawked guy, wearing a leather jacket.
"Doesn't anyone know how to knock?" Santana said, frustrated that someone came barging in again without knocking. "Seriously, Puck. What if I was naked?"
Puck was another one of Santana's best friend. They attended the same college, and they became friends since they met. They tried dating once, but they felt weird because their relationship was more like brother and sister. Now, Puck lived in the same apartment, but on a different floor.
"Then that would be hot," Puck joked, and then he gave a lopsided grin. Not too long after, two pillows thrown by both Santana and Quinn came towards his direction. He evaded the first pillow, but the next one hit him right in his face. "I was kidding!"
"Just get out Puck. S is trying to get dressed here."
"Ahh. Getting ready for tonight. So, what do you think Sam is gonna do for you?"
"I don't know. But I think it would be something."
At around 7 pm, Sam arrived at Santana and Quinn's apartment to pick her up. It was Quinn who opened the door for him. She looked at him and noticed that he looked nervous. Quinn raised one of her eyebrows but decided to just ignore it.
"She'll be out in a few minutes," Quinn told Sam after closing the door. "You can sit in the couch and wait for her." Quinn then walked towards her room.
A few minutes later, Santana came out of her room. Santana was wearing a simple black dress, and matching high heels.
"You ready?" Sam asked while reaching his hand out for her to take. Santana noticed he was a little pale, and his hand was a little bit shaky, but she didn't mind it.
"Yeah," Santana replied while taking Sam's hand.
The drive to the restaurant was quiet. But, Santana didn't feel like it was the comfortable kind of quiet. It was an awkward-as-hell kind of quiet. Santana didn't know the reason why she felt like that. Maybe it was because of Sam acting all nervous and fidgety.
When they arrived, Sam told the counter about his reservation, and they were taken to a private seat a little bit at the back. When they sat, they were given the menu, and then they told the waiter their orders.
"So…" Sam said.
"So…" Santana repeated. Then, they fell into an uncomfortable silence once again. Santana didn't know why she was feeling uncomfortable. She has already been dating Sam for three years. Three. Years. Shouldn't she be comfortable around him right now?
"Uhmm… Santana, I really need to tell you something." Sam said, getting more nervous than he was seconds ago.
"Hmm? What is it?" Santana asked him. She was now getting a little bit nervous too.
"Uhhh… I've been wanting to tell you this for a long time…"
Oh my god. He's not gonna propose, is he?
"…and I think that I should really tell you this right now because I can't wait anymore…"
Holy shit. He is gonna propose!
"… Santana, we need to break up."
"YES!" Santana said, too excited about her answer. But when she realized what Sam had said, she looked a little confused and suddenly, she was not so happy anymore. "Wait what?"
"I don't think this is working."
"What?" Santana said softly that it was barely even a whisper.
"I'm sorry Santana. It's not you. It's me."
"Don't give me that fucking excuse Sam. What the hell did I even do wrong?" Tears were now falling on her cheeks, her voice broke while talking.
"I'm sorry." Sam said, while looking at the table, avoiding Santana's gaze.
Suddenly, Santana stood up from the chair, going towards the direction of the exit. Sam tried to stop her, but she was too hurt that she ignored Sam's pleas for her to stay. The last thing she heard was an almost inaudible "I'm really sorry."
Quinn and Puck were watching the television in the living room when Santana arrived.
"Hey Santana, how did the date—", Puck didn't get to finish his sentence when Santana closed the door to her room, too loud to know that she was upset over something.
Quinn looked at each other for a few seconds, and then they immediately stood up from their seats going to Santana's room. They heard faint sounds of crying inside Santana's room, and a flood of concern took over the both of them.
"Santana. Will you please tell us what happened?" Quinn told Santana. No response. "Will you at least just open the door, please?"
"Go away." A faint and broken voice was heard from the other side of the door.
"Santana, please…"
"I got it," Puck said while showing Quinn the pin he was holding in his right hand. "And you said this wouldn't come in handy," Puck then tried to pick the lock to Santana's room.
"Whatever Puck. Just open it."
After a few tries, Puck managed to open Santana's door. When they entered the room, Santana was lying face down on her bed, and it was more evident now that she was crying.
"Santana," Quinn said with her voice full of sympathy. "What happened?" she sat beside Santana on her bed, while stroking the crying girl's hair. Puck sat at the other side, and had a look in his face that showed just as much sympathy as Quinn's. After a few minutes of just silence, Santana finally talked.
"He broke up with me." Santana said, while her head was still buried on the pillow.
"He what?" Quinn and Puck said in unison.
"What did he say was the reason?"
"I don't know. He just said that it was him, and not me."
"What the? Santana, that guy dumped you for that excuse? That's not even a reason to break up!"
"I will fucking kick his ass." Puck said, preparing to stand up from Santana's bed. But he was stopped by Santana.
"Don't."
"I freaking knew it. That guy was no good."
"Stop it, Quinn. Just drop it. Please."
"Ugh. I don't understand you. Why is it that you're even taking his side?"
"Because I still freaking love him!" Santana suddenly sat up from her lying position and faced Quinn. Then, she started to cry again, harder this time.
"Santana, I'm sure everything is gonna get better." Quinn said while hugging the crying brunette. Puck joined the hug, and it seemed to calm Santana a little bit more.
A/N: Hello :)
So the story idea was taken from a movie I recently watched. But I made changes. And I swear this is a Brittana story.
This is my first try at writing fanfictions. It's even my first time writing a story. So please go easy on me :)
I already have the outline of what's going to happen in the story, but maybe if you have ideas, I could use them. And maybe give me some tips on writing or something.
Please tell me what you think about the story. R&R.
-MrAnonGuy
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee nor am I affiliated with it.
