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Santana Lopez POV
Taking a deep breath and putting the phone on loudspeaker, I prepared to call my mom. I had managed to take four of my exams early, and I got to take the next 2 months out from college. I'm going home to Lima, and I can't wait. Don't get me wrong, I'm nervous as hell, but I need to see all my Glee friends that are still there. As far as I know, Quinn planned a party for all of us and I'm still in town for it in about a week. But that isn't the reason I'm nervous. I'm nervous becuase she's going to be there. I have no idea how many times I wished I could see her, be with her again. I love her, and it was so stupid to break up with her but at the time it felt right. I know I've got to make it right with her, and I need to have her back in my arms, I need her to be mine. I just hope i'm not too late.
Brittany Pierce POV
'Brittany, Santana's coming.' The words still circled through my head, so I did the only thing I could. I started dancing. I've been at it for about 3 hours now, and I'm completely exhausted but I can't stop. If I stop then she will find her way back into my head and under my skin. But worst of all, I know that if I think about her, I'll love her again. And I can't do that. I have Sam now. She left me, and I should be angry at her, right? Wrong. I'm still in love with her and I know it. Quinn told me about her party, and I know that 2 weeks isn't enough to prepare for seeing her again. Sam knows that she's going to be there, and I know that he's angry. I'm an awful liar, and I know he wants to ask me if I still love her. If he asks, I'm not sure if I could lie to him. Who am I kidding? She moved on. She doesn't love me. But the worrying thing is, why am I so disappointed about it?
1 week earlier - No POV
"Quinn! You can't invite her!" Rachel was on the phone, and Quinn had told her about her plans for Brittany and Santana. "Why not? Brittany's miserable without Santana. She tries to hide it with sam, but I know she still loves her! And I know that Santana wishes she never put them on hold." Quinn heard the other girl hum down the phone, "I think quinnie the poo, that we need to get them together again!" The blonde scoffed down the phone, "Quinnie the poo? Watch out Berry, you're lucky I love you!" Quinn and Rachel had fallen for each other in senior year, but their relationship was still a secret. "I love you too, Q. Invite her, and we'll see if we can get the sparks flying again!" They said their good-byes, and put the phone down. Quinn sighed, before texting Santana. Sparks would fly, but would it be Santana and Brittany, or Santana and Sam? Did Santana even know Brittany was dating someone? One thing was for sure, this was going to get interesting. Quinn wondered if Puck could bring one of his movie cameras.
Santana Lopez POV
At last, I've got all my stuff packed and ready for the drive to Lima. Why am I so tense? I can lie to other people, but not to myself. I know exactly why I'm so nervous. I'm 6 days, 7 hours and 23 minutes away from seeing Brittany. Not that I'm counting. Who am I kidding? I still love her, and I'm excited to see her, but the possibility it's too late is unbearable. Quinn never replied to my text, so I still don't know who else is coming, but I hope Puckerman does. I know he would love to, but I suppose it all depends on if he can get away from his film. Puck's a major league screen writer now, and I've seen the only film he had produced, and it was actually pretty good. But I hope he's there, because if Brittany doesn't want me back, I'm going to need him.
Sam Evans POV
This is not good. Santana? Back in Lima? Now I'm panicking. She's coming back for Brittany, I know she is. I don't stand a chance. She doesn't know I'm dating her, and Santana's not real good with surprises. She's going to kill me, and then take Brittany. Worst of all, I know Brittany loves me, but she's in love with Santana. I can't even talk to her without her tuning out or just saying, 'Don't worry about it.' This party was a bad idea. I'm just praying to God that Santana never turns up, or can't face it or something. I don't want to die, and I'm pretty sure that while Brittany wouldn't let Santana kill me, she has no control over the Snixx rage. Quinn wouldn't back down, she said that 'Santana has a right to see the others. If you don't want Brittany to see her, ask her not to go!' but I cant do that. It's not fair to Brittany, she will want to see the others. Santana would never ask her not to go if it were me, but then again, the connection Brittany has with Santana is crazy deep. They're closer than sisters, and Kurt mentioned something about 'Lesbian Bed Death', but the whole glee club has walked in on the girls at least once making out in the Choir Room. No, the only problem I have is wheather Santana wants Brittany back. I'm going to have to stay sober, and I definatley have to make sure that they don't play Spin-The-Bottle..
Rachel Berry POV
"Kurt! Quinn called!" Kurt was saying something, but I couldn't hear him. "I can't hear you honey! QUINN SAID PARTY THIS WEEK!" Finally, a slightly out of breath Kurt came into the kitchen. "Say what Hun?" I rolled my eyes. I swear Kurt is part deaf. "Reuinion Party. This week. We're going, no argument." He nodded, and I can tell what he's thinking. "Yes, Kurt. He'll be there. But.. So's Santana and Brittany!" His face instantly jumped from the frown to pure delight. "Oh Really? Well Auntie Kurt is on the scene. Talk." I smiled while making a smoothie. It seemed he guessed what Quinn and I were up to from the off. "Quinn confirmed that Santana is still in love with Brittany. And Sam texted Mike, who texted Artie, who texted Puck, who texted me, that Brittany refuses to talk about her, and that Sam thinks she still loves Santana. It's so obvious, it hurts." Kurt sipped a bright blue vegan smoothie. "This is good rach! But yes, we are agreed. Santana obviously regrets putting them on hold, but she is SO coming back for her now! Oh god, Sam! She's gonna kill him! Get Puck to bring a camera!"
Brittany Pierce POV
"Quinn, I can't do this!" I know I sound pathetic, but I really need to talk right now. "Honey, yes you can! You have to! Be honest with me. Are you still in love with Santana? I won't tell Sam." My head rips to my hands. I take a deep breath, I have to tell Quinn, I owe her that much. "Really? I..Yes. But she doesn't love me and I have Sam now!" I say quickly, trying to gauge her reaction. "Knew it. Miss Brittany Pierce, you are love sick for Santana Lopez. And how do you know that she doesn't love you?" I guess I should stop being surprised with Quinn. Her gaydar is second only to Sant..Hers. And Quinn had the uncanny ability to guess who likes who and who's been with who behind closed doors. She had been the first to guess about us, and she was the first one we told. She was also the only one who had had a smug 'I knew it' look on her face when they had walked into the choir room holding hands in public for the first time. "What?" Quinn was still talking, but I hadn't noticed becuase I was so lost in my thoughts. "I SAID you still have a chance Brittany!" My heart stopped. "Wha-What? No. No way. She ended it, and why would she regret it? She's amazing, and beautiful, and a great kiss.." I was interrupted by Quinn, who apparently didn't want to hear details. "Then, Brittany, what does this say?" she had lost her patience, and was holding out her phone. I followed her gaze, and looked at the screen. Words jumped out at me, and they almost made me die right there. It was a text from Santana. 'Sh1t Q, I still luv hr. I still luv Britt. Wht am I gonna do? She htes me!' I gasp a little. That wasn't what I was expecting at all. "I could never hate you San." I barely noticed I said it, but Quinn did. That same smug look that I saw a year ago was back on her face, but I didn't notice. Santana loved me. This made everything do complicated. A thought belted it's way into my head, Oh My God. Sam.
Santana Lopez POV
"Hola madre!" I pulled my mom into a tight hug. She seemed tense, and as I released her she looked slightly uncomfortable, glancing back to the house. "Mom? ¿Que...?" She took my bag and looked at me closely. "Santanita, you might want to walk past the kitchen and straight up..Your Abuela is here." All the breath in my body left me. "A-Abuela? Here?" My mom nodded slowly. It was too much. I practically ran past her, going straight for the kitchen. "Abuela? Padre?" I called loudly before I came in. And mom was right, I should have gone straight up the stairs. My dad looked at me the same as he had always done, happy to see me. But my eyes were focused on the woman to his left. The woman staring at me like.. Like I was filth, which I was to her."Santanita! You're early, can I get you a coffee?" I nodded slowly, still not taking my gaze off of my Abuela. She hates me, and has since I told her I was a lesbian. "Hola, Abuela. ¿Como estás?" Still she looked at me. W only spoke in Spanish before I came out, and I wasn't about to change that. I wasn't expecting an answer anyway. "Bien, Gracias." I looked up in shock. Her words were cold and sharp, but she had answered me. That was new. She didn't ask me how I was, but then again, she probably didn't care. All I knew was that she had spoken to me. Even just two tiny words, she had spoken them to me. "Thank you for your time, Carlos." And with that, my Abuela stood up and walked out of the house. I should have been disappointed she left, but honestly? I was thrilled she had said something. I really ran at my mother this time, hugging her tightly. "she spoke to me!" my mom was in shock, we both knew where my Abuela stood on my sexuality, and she had never spoken to me since. I had to call Puck.
Noah Puckerman POV
My phone buzzed, and I can't help but smile when I see my Lesbro's name up there. "You're go for Puck." I heard a light laugh come through the handset. "Hey Puckasaurus. Guess what? My Abuela said TWO WHOLE WORDS TO ME!" even I couldnt stop the gasp that came out. "What like, to you? AT you?" Im not quite ready to believe it. "YUP. See you at the party, gotta call Quinn!" My phone rang dead, but I don't mind. I'm happy for Santana, I really am. I know how much her Abuela means to her, and hey, two words is progress from here. A vibration rippled over my desk, it was Quinn texting me. 'Sup Puck. Sant's Abuela spke 2 hr! Bring a film camera. Sant doesn't no bout BRAM. Gonna b fnny as hell. -Q' I almost spilt my coffee. Santana didn't know? Well then, I have to more words. .
THE DAY BEFORE THE PARTY
Rachel Berry POV
"Kurt! Come help me with this outfit!" Thank god I have my Best Gay in new York with me, I needed him for this party, and he needed me to face Blaine. Funny, I still don't know where they stand, but I'm not asking him. He gets moody. "Which one Rachel? I've finished packing for Lima, all our stuff's in the car ready for us. Oh, the blue one. You never get it done up right!" I chuckled with him."that's why I called you!" he finished tying my jumper, and we got ready to leave. "Any news on Santana?" I nodded. "She's already in Lima. She still doesn't know Brittany is with Sam though!" The look on Kurt's face is alarming, and he turns in his seat to look at me. "She doesn't? Well that is going to be a very one-sided fight!" I laughed, he was right. "Yeah, Sam doesn't stand a chance is Santana decides to take him. Unless Brittany stops her, which would break her heart and she would probably then kill herself." Talk turned more serious as the car journey went on, and an hour away from Lima Kurt squealed. "It's Santana! Her Abuela talked to her! And she wants help with her outfit for tomorrow, and I'm going red and black all the way." I almost lost control of the car. "Her Abuela talked to her? Wow, tell I send congrats will you?" he smiled knowingly. "Already did Rach. Now, get us the hell to lima, I have a distressed diva in need of fashion help!"
Brittany Pierce POV
"Quinn, what do I do?" I sigh for the thousandth time, and I can tell she's about to give me the same advice, for the thousandth time. "Nothing B. just see where you get to, and you will find where you stand." I know she's right, I do. I've given up thinking about Sam and Santana right now, I need to find a dress for tomorrow with Quinn. So now we're out shopping, and I have an idea."Q, why don't we go back to McKinley for half an hour? They have all our old costumes there, right?" She quirks an eyebrow, but just nodded and said nothing. A sly smile made its way onto my face. I begin humming a tune, and she quickly catches on. "Oh Brittany S Pierce, you are so underestimated." my grin just broadens. "I know."
Sam Evans POV
I'm really nervous now. I can't stop thinking about them together. If Santana decides to take me on, I know I'll be spending the night on the ICU Ward. And I'd quite like to stay out of intensive care. Mike looked over at me. "hey Sam, what cha thinking about?" I debated wheather to tell him or not, and decided what the hell. "Santana's gonna kill me." now, I expected mike to be a little understanding, but no. "Hell yeah she is! You know we're all gonna film it, right?" He grinned at me wickedly, holding up his phone. "Do you have any idea how much beer we've drank to give Quinn the bottles? Different set up in every room bro!" My stomach dropped. spin-the-bottle. With Santana and Brittany. Oh dear god, need some brain acid scrub over here.
Quinn Fabray POV
I stacked up the cups slowly. I had enough beer cups for a century, but if a certain Latina decides to forget Brittany by getting drunk? We're gonna need more alcohol. Sighing slightly, I grabbed my keys and ID off the side. The local store was about 10 blocks from here, and I am not carrying 20 bottles that far. Santana still doesn't know about BRAM, the nickname I gave them sounds weird. Rather be saying Brittana, it sounds better. Still, after tomorrow night? You never know! I drove the distance to the store, and ran into Rachel in the entrance. Even though we ended it senior year, we still like each other and had ended as friends. "Fancy seeing you here!" I said with a wink. She rolled her eyes slightly, and it was adorable. "Let me guess, preparing for the eventuality that is drunk-trying-to-forget-Brittany Santana? She out dress shopping with Kurt by the way." A knowing smirk passed her face. "Yeah, you coming with me?" I gestured to the shop. "if you insist, miss Fabray." we walked into the store, both heading straight for the liquor aisle. "How've you been?" it was a simple question, but it got me talking. "I'm good, missed you being around though. Everyone sort of upped sticks and left!" I fake pouted, and Rachel laughed. "Poor you, being a major at Yale must be hard!" I heave some bottles off the shelf. "it is, but these bottles are heavier. Tomorrow is going to be the Best. Party. Ever!" Rachel looked at me enticingly. "Oh, spin-the-bottle should be fun, wonder who I'll rig the game for." I swear, the wink she gave me sent me swooning. "Let's get these and get out of here, Kurtana will be back by now and I want to see her dress!" I nodded hastily, careful to pick up some more alcohol on my way. A girl can never be overprepared for Satan when she's drunk.
So did you enjoy it? Hope so, love always, -B x