Disclaimer: None of the characters are mine. They all belong to Ryan Murphy, Fox and anyone else who holds rights to Glee.
Author's Notes: This is my first time writing something in a long time so I thought I'll just start off with a short. Brittany is definitely not canon here.
Your arms were behind your back, your chest bared. You were vulnerable and offering your heart to me. There can't be anything more open than that. But I can't take what you're offering, just like how I can never seem to give you enough.
What can I give to you?
"This," I gestured at the length of my body, "And this," I pressed my lips to yours, whispered the lies and half-truths they held.
And when you think I cannot be more selfish than that, I prove you wrong, "But I cannot end this. You have to be the one to let me go. San, please."
Your heart, always open. Your lips trembled, your hands shook as you ran your fingers through your hair; everything wavered but your heart. It was like a fortress, a tower of iron defence. But every fortress has its weakness and yours was...me. You opened the gates and I rode in, plundered and left behind a broken, burning city.
There was never a shadow of doubt that you loved me. Your heart was and is opened and opened wide. But mine is like a revolving door. It spins, rotates, grants access but will inevitably swing to "Exit".
"You're sure this is what you really want?"
Your voice was so soft and shaky, so unlike my Santana. But you weren't mine anymore and it was audible enough for me to nod.
"Brit, I…" your breath hitched, and the first wave of tears that fell from your gorgeous, gorgeous eyes threatened to weaken my resolve.
But then you said did it. You whispered "We're over Brit" and it was over.
And as I watched you walk out of my life (we both knew we could never be just friends), it struck me for the first time that you never even asked why.