Brand new Story here for you guys. If you have been reading my other story: I Always Knew, then this is the one i told you i had been planning to write. I decided to write the first chapter so you can let me know if I should continue or not. This story will be completely different to my other one. Not everything is based from the Glee story line. The ending that we were left with, will be different in this. Anyways enough chatter, I'll let you read Chapter 1. It's short, but it's just to get the story going. :) Enjoy!

BPOV

My mom told me that I had to tell Santana today. I had been putting off telling her for weeks, but I had to do it before it was too late. I didn't want to tell Santana, because I knew it would effect our relationship. But I had to do, whether I liked it or not. I had thought about writing her a letter telling her what I wanted to say, but I was rubbish at letters and I don't think she would appreciate it. I had written some sentences down on a piece of paper, thinking of what I could say. But I didn't want it rehearsed. I wanted it to come from the heart. Tell her everything. Not create a story about it. I also needed to tell her face to face. It was the right thing to do. A letter was the cowards way out. My mom kept telling me that Santana would understand, but I know Santana better than anyone, and I knew that she wasn't going to take this well. It would break her, because right now it's breaking me. I didn't want to do it. I stopped shoving my clothes into my bag when I seen my mom standing in the doorway of my bedroom;

My mom looked over to me and smiled. "Mom?" I said. She walked into my room and over to me.

"Yes honey?"

"What if she breaks up with me?" I could feel my eyes start to water. "It took me forever to get her. I can't just lose her once I got her." I never in a million years would of thought of saying those words. Even the possibility of this happening is already breaking my heart.

"She won't. She will understand. I promise." My mom pulled me into a hug and I began to cry into her shoulder. She kept whispering to me that everything was going to be fine. I hoped it would.

I pulled away from my mom and wiped away my tears. "It's now or never right?" My mom nodded agreeing with me. I'm still scared to tell Santana, but I know it has to be done. If I leave it any longer, there will be no point in telling her. It would be too late and I don't think she would ever forgive me.

SPOV

I was laying on my couch watching TV. I was watching Big Mommas House 3. I loved that film. It always made me laugh. Britt loved it too. That's probably why I like it. I had even grown to like Scooby-Doo just because Brittany always wanted to watch it. I was planning on calling her later to see if she wanted to go out to dinner. Somewhere romantic. Now that everybody knows about our relationship, we don't have to hide anymore. I prefer it that way. It's so much easier than trying to hide all the time. I was still scared at first, but I soon got used to it. Britt was right that day at our lockers. The day she turned me down to be with wheels. When she told me that if anybody was to ever make fun of me I would either kick their asses or slash them with my vicious, vicious words. Because nobody will cross me. Yeah maybe I am into girls, well one girl. Who I love. But I made it clear to anyone who tries to make fun of us will soon be paying a visit to the hospital. So we never get any trouble. Just the occasional male who asks us to make out in front of him. Who always turns out to be Puck or one of his friends.

I heard my doorbell ring. I wasn't expecting anybody. Hardly anybody ever calls here. I thought about leaving it and pretending nobody was home, but I figured it could have been important. I rolled of the couch and rushed towards the door. I opened the door and instantly smiled.

"Hey." Brittany whispered loud enough for me to hear.

"Hey." I greeted back. "I was just thinking about you." I smiled to her, she wasn't returning one though. She didn't look or seem like herself. She's probably just having a bad day.

"Were you masturbating?" She asked me. I laughed. She wasn't even embarrassed to ask me that question. Trust that to be the top of her list of questions to ask me when I say something that's supposed to be cute.

"No. I was just thinking about you. Because I love you." I showed her another smile. She still didn't return one. I became worried. "Are you okay?" I asked. She stayed silent. I waited for her to answer me, but I didn't get one. I just got a fake smile and a nod. I know it was fake, because I know a real Brittany smile when I see one.

"Can I come in?"

"Yeah, of course." I opened the door a little more and let her inside. "You have a key, why didn't you just use it and let yourself in?"

"Are your parents home?" She brushed off my question. It wasn't important anyway. It's just a stupid key. She might have just forgotten it.

I shook my head. "No. They went out for the day." I watched her carefully. She was fiddling with her hands and trying to look at anywhere but me. "Do you want to go up to my room?" She didn't answer me. She just walked by me and made her way upstairs.

I followed straight up after her. I entered my room after her and shut the door behind me. I looked at her again standing in the middle of my room, looking to the floor like she was lost and didn't belong. I leaned my back against the back of the door, just observing her.

I walked over to her, whilst removing my top and throwing it across the room. I pushed Brittany down onto back on my bed and straddled her. I pushed my lips hard against hers, and she followed my actions pushing her lips even harder against mine. I managed to slip my tongue into her mouth, and we began to battle each other. I reached a hand down and pushed it under her instantly darting its way to her bra covered breast. I managed to get my hand under the cup of her bra so I could feel her breast in my hand. I roughly squeezed it, and she moaned into my mouth. I swallowed it and then pulled away for a second, letting us catch our breath before we headed straight back in for a tongue filled kiss. I pinched her nipple between my fingers and I received another moan.

I slipped my hand away and let her bra fall back down to its original place. I dragged my finger nails down her side and moved my kisses to her neck. I lifted the bottom of her shirt, letting her know that I wanted to remove it. She silently agreed and arched her back off the bed, so I could lift it over her head. I chucked it over the room and went straight to her bra clasp so I could remove it. I pulled the straps down her shoulders and threw that across the room too. I reached for my own unclasping it, but Brittany slid the straps down my shoulders. As soon as my breasts were revealed, she took one of my nipples into her mouth, sucking hard. The way I liked it.

She laid back down on her back with my nipple still in her mouth. She released it with a pop, and placed a gentle kiss. I slid down her body leaving wet kisses until I reached the top of her jean shorts. I unbuttoned them and slid them down her soft legs. All she was left in was her panties. I could already smell how wet she was. She oulled me down to her, re-attaching our lips. I slid down her body again until I was staring down at her covered centre. I gripped the waistband of her panties, and before I had the chance to pull them down, she grabbed my wrists. I stopped my actions and looked down at her confused. Because I really was confused.

"Stop." That was all she said. She wiggled her way out from underneath me and searched for her clothes on the floor. She put her bra on first, then her shorts and then lastly her shirt. When she was fully dressed again she didn't stay anything just stood still on the spot.

I was even more confused now. This had never happened before. What was I supposed to do in a situation like this? It had never happened to me before. This is the first time. I stood back up too and gathered up my bra and shirt putting them back on. I slowly walked over to her, placing a hand on her waist and my index finger from my other hand under her chin. I lifted it up, forcing her to look me in the eyes. I smiled and leaned forward to kiss her. What I wasn't expecting was for her to turn away and my lips crash into her cheek instead. I forced her to look at me again. I moved my face closer to hers, but she did the same and turned away. I had no idea what was wrong with my girlfriend, but I was starting to worry and I wanted answers.

"Don't." I heard her say. I was only just able to hear it. It came out of her mouth so low.

I removed my hand from her waist and took a step back. I felt a little uncomfortable standing a little close to her especially when she doesn't want to kiss me. A few minutes ago, we were about to get it on. And now she's acting super weird and won't let me kiss her. "What's wrong? Have I done something to upset you?" I can't remember doing anything to upset her, it's the last thing I would want to do. But I needed to know what was wrong. Because if I had done something, I would prefer her to tell me, so I can make everything right again.

"No, you didn't. It's not you, it's me." She looked away from me again.

If I wasn't worried before, I am now. More than I have ever been in my life. I wasn't expecting to hear them words. every time somebody hears those words, it's bad news. But the next question I was going to ask, I needed an answer. "Are you leaving me?"

"Yes. No." She sighed. "Yes."

"Did we just almost have break-up sex?" She didn't answer me. She remained silent. Panic suddenly washed all over my body. I felt a stabbing pain in my chest. How could she do this? I began feeling a little light headed so I moved over to my bed and sat down. "I don't understand." I whispered. "What did I do wrong?"

Brittany moved over to the bed too and sat down next to me. She took both my hands into both of hers. I pulled them away from her, but she just grabbed them again, so instead of pulling back I just let her hold them. I decided not to look at her.

"You didn't do anything wrong. I promise." She was rubbing her thumbs over the back of my hands. I think she thought that it was comforting for me. But it wasn't. It was the exact opposite of that. Nothing could comfort me right now. I was feeling like shit. I was being dumped and she thinks that a little thumb rub can make me feel better. I had never felt so hurt in my life. I didn't even think it would be possible for me to feel this way. Apparently it is possible though. And I don't like this feeling at all.

"Then why are you leaving me?" I looked and sounded so weak. The person I was supposed to be strong for, is making me weak.

"I'm not leaving you. As in leaving you, leaving you." She took a deep breath and exhaled. "I'm leaving to go to New York."

So how was it? Is it worth continuing? I really want to continue, and I want this to be a good story.

Please, Please, drop a review. They are always appreciated. They inspire me to continue writing. If you like this, then I will continue and get Chapter 2 up soon.