New Story. Kind of relevant to what happened in my life. I won't stop writing The Way She Feels, but that story seriously gives me writer's block.

Anyways, this is kind of a prologue. kind of just a filler. I don't go into much detail because it's a secret and I left a lovely cliffhanger for you :)

Disclaimer: Glee is not mine. But I do have Dr. Pepper. :)

I woke up in the morning with arms wrapped tightly around my waist. There was an apathetic look plastered to my face as I removed the arms and climbed out of bed. Taking a look in the mirror, I see my face drop. My eyes are bloodshot with horrible bags under them. Remembering how much sleep I have gotten in the last week, I'm not surprised. All I've been doing is thinking about my life. I have everything could want. I'm a musician, a wife, and I have a wonderful life. But my life isn't at all what it was cut out to be when it started. My music career is great, so there's nothing wrong with that. It's my marriage. It's slowly falling apart and it's all my fault.

I can't even believe that I'm contemplating divorce. They've done nothing wrong and it's all me. I look in the mirror to see my spouse come up from behind, grinning with that toothy grin they had. This is it. Just lay it on them. You're hurting, they'll be hurting if you drag on this façade of being happy with them. Just do it… I keep telling myself, but I'm not listening. I slip out of their grip walked away, avoiding eye contact. I walked into the living room, our living room, and I sat down on the chair. Twiddling my thumbs, I thought of where to begin.

"Babe, what's up?" Here it comes… Maybe I can just avoid the question and talk about it later.

I drew in a breath, I need to reconsider. Do I need to reconsider? Divorce was a HUGE thing, especially at the age of 23.

I played it off with a smile. "It's just… We'll talk about it, later, okay? I have to get to work." I got up from the chair to feel lips press against my cheek. With an insincere smile, I walked into the bedroom to get ready.

Maybe I was being stupid. I mean, I love them. That's all that matters right? Wrong. I wasn't happy. I mean, I was happy, but I wasn't HAPPY. And while I loved them, I wasn't IN love with them. Not anymore. Feelings change, shit happens, c'est la vie.

I dreaded going home. I had just left the recording studio and sat behind my steering wheel staring at the parking garage wall for a good fifteen minutes. This was the time. I had to break things off or I would continue to be unhappy, I would continue to feel the way I do, and I would continue to hurt them more by lying.

Opening and closing the door, I threw my keys on the table next to the door in case I needed a quick getaway. On my lunch break, I came home and packed a small suitcase in case I decided to leave. It was sitting in my trunk. And there they were… sitting on the couch, arms crossed, waiting for my arrival. I set my purse down by the door before clearing my throat and walking towards them. My face sported a frown. This was the hardest moment of my life. Years of my life gone down the drain, but this wasn't right, and I couldn't stay.

"You never told me what was wrong…" The stern voice said.

I looked down at my feet, hoping I didn't have to answer any questions and I could just go on and say it. As I go to say something, my throat goes dry. Shit.

"Come on, you can tell. Whatever it is that's bothering you… we'll get through it." The voice softened and I could tell there was a hint of sadness.

"That's the point… we won't get through it… I can't keep doing this. I love you, I love you so much. You were the best thing to ever happen to me. You gave me the time of my life. I am so thankful for what you've done, but I can't give that back to you. I love you, but I can't help the way I feel." I sat in the stiff chair playing with the wedding band around my finger. "I thought I was happy. I mean I was happy when I married you. But I can't help all of these feelings I'm having and they're not for you. This is so unfair and I know in any way, shape, or form, I'm going to hurt you… This needs to end before it goes any further. It's eating me apart. I can't keep this up anymore, like everything's an illusion."

"Please tell me that you don't mean it. We can work this out. Whatever you want, I'll do. Please. Is it the sex? The lack thereof? I'm sorry I haven't been around. Would you please just tell me this isn't over..."

I just kept shaking my head. "I can't…I've made up my mind. We need to get a divorce." I'm taking in deep breaths, trying not to cry. "We can't… This isn't right anymore. We're not meant for each other…"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN? YOU ARE TWENTY THREE FUCKING YEARS OLD." The screaming starts and I can feel my eyes fill with water. "We've been together for SEVEN fucking years. We've been married for three. You can't possibly be making a rash decision at this age. And what do you mean we're not meant for each other? Is life not what you wanted? Is living in a nice house not enough for you? Is anything I have given to you enough? All of the love and time I've put into our relationship? IS THAT ENOUGH?" Eyes were glaring daggers at me as I caught my breath. This was ridiculous. I know I was being irrational, but the yelling was completely uncalled for.

"Yes! It's more than enough. It was everything I could have ever wanted. I told you that I love you and I mean it."

"Then what is the problem now? You know I love you. So what is this really about? How long has this been going on?" I started to get up, not wanting to answer the question. Dropping the whole 'How long has this been going on?' made me think that I'm being accused of cheating. "Are you cheating on me?" That was the dreadful question. I, in fact, was not the cheater. I never have and I never will. I'm now being doubted for being silent. "Answer the question. Are you fucking cheating on me?" The anger in the tone of voice was more than I can handle.

"No! I'm not cheating on you. There is no one else! There is NO ONE else. I can't believe you would have that much doubt in me and that's our problem. We're not some cookie-cutter, American Dream couple! We have arguments and we usually get through them. But THIS problem is going to last forever so we just need to end it!" I head towards the door, picking my purse up before looking back. "It's been 'happening' since our first break up and if you must know why I'm so unhappy with you, then maybe you should recall when we broke up for a year, two years before we got married. You saw Sara or whatever her name was and I-…"

I was cut off by fuming words. "ARE YOU ACCUSING ME OF CHEATING? Because usually the one doing the accusing is the one who is cheating."

"Then you must be cheating on me because you decided to accuse me first. And you cut me off mid-sentence. So I'm going to leave and let you fucking cool the fuck down because if you're going to sit here and be hostile with me, then I made a wrong fucking choice marrying you in the first place." I knew my words were harsh, but they knew I hated being yelled at. Their brown eyes darkened as their anger turned into somber. I couldn't take this anymore. I slipped the wedding band off of my finger, switching it for the keys sitting on the table next to the door. I sighed before opening the door.

"Wait! Don't go! Ple-…" I heard as I slammed the door behind me, clutching my jacket to my chest and walking out into the snow filled outdoors. The snow blew furiously towards me as I got into my car and headed straight for the bar.

Maybe drinking will solve everything. I knew it was all wishful thinking, but it would sure take the ease off of things. I only hope they're settled when I decide to come home.

So I'm cutting this chapter short. It's kind of like a prologue into the rest of the story, but don't worry, I'm generous and I will put the next chapter out soon.

Also, who do you think is telling this story? You obviously came because it's a Brittana story, but who's telling the story? Who are they married to? Why are they getting a divorce?

Should I continue? Do you want to find out? Let me know in the reviews along with any positive/negative comments you have.

Also, Sorry if there are any mistakes. I tried my best to edit them out.