A/N:Well, here's another story. Sorry I keep starting and stopping. Hopefully it won't happen with this story. This story is pretty much a future fic, with some flashbacks from the past. The storyline is based loosely around the song: "Mary May & Bobby" by Joe Purdy

I do not own Glee or "Mary May & Bobby" by Joe Purdy…unfortunately…

Only Love She'd Ever Known

Chapter 1: Wicked Game

"The world was on fire and no one could save me but you. It's strange what desire will make foolish people do. I'd never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you. I'd never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you." – Chris Isaak (Wicked Game)

Lima, Ohio – 2012

Santana stood there in the middle of a crowded airport with tears in her eyes. Nothing made sense here, at least not anymore. She felt the wetness streaming down her face, like a dysfunctional waterfall. Only the girl in front of her could create those tears; to make the brunette this vulnerable. Santana wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, raising her gaze to peer at the glazy blue orbs staring back at her. The Latina struggled to let out a sob, biting her bottom lip to the stage where she tasted blood. The blonde who stood opposite the broken girl stepped forward, dropping her hand luggage to the ground with a thud. Her petite arms rose over Santana's shoulder pulling her in close, so the smaller girl could snake my arms around her waist. Santana planted her head in the crook of her lover's neck, taking in her sweet scent which has kept her sane all these years.

"San," She croaked out; her voice breaking. "I have to go or I'll miss my flight."

Santana reluctantly loosened her arms around the taller girl's waist and turned her head to face her. "I don't want you to go," the brunette said sadly, suddenly feeling tired from all the crying. Brittany wore her trademark pout, while her motionless tears rested on her cheeks and her fingers gently drawing circles around Santana's neck.

"San, we've talked about this," the blonde said defectively, wiping away the Latina's tears. "We made a pinkie promise in fifth grade that after graduating senior year we would make our dreams come true, remember?…even if that meant that we don't see each other. But, it's going to be okay, alright? You are going to go to New York, San. You are going to become the amazing famous singer you've always wanted to be and I'm going to Florida State to study dance. Our dreams are finally going to come true and when they do, we'll find each other in the end. You've always been the one for me, San and there's no way I'm ever letting you go."

Santana couldn't hold back a cry any longer, feeling her whole body shake as she tightened her arms around Brittany's waist, pulling her into another bone-crushing hug. "Write to me every day, okay? No matter what, I need to know you're okay. God, I love you so much Britt."

"I love you too, San," the blonde sniffled, "more than you'll ever know."

"…announcing the last call for passengers of Flight 372A to Florida. That's Flight 372A to Florida to please proceed to Terminal 7."

"That's me," Brittany whispered into the brunette's shoulder, not making an attempt to move. "I'm going to miss you so much, San. Promise me you won't get into any trouble, okay?"

Santana managed a small laugh, raising her head to meet Brittany's gaze. She nods, looking into Brittany's mesmerising blue orbs, which she has grown accustom to over the years, yet still leaving her faint. "I promise."

Brittany smiles through her tears and leans forward pressing her lips on the brunette's, while tangling her nimble fingers through Santana's dark hair. Santana tugs the taller girl closer, pulling their bodies together and cherishing the time they had left with one another. Their kiss is precipitated, yet passionate, revealing the feelings which have been there since they were both five years old.

"Okay, I really have to go now," Brittany said, unwillingly pulling out of the kiss. After treasuring the brown orbs in front of her for one last time, the blonde picked up her handbag which was thrown on the ground.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

Lima, Ohio – 2018

"Santana! Jesus, what's wrong with you tonight?"

"Nothing," Santana snarled back, collecting the empty beer bottles remaining on the bar table. Her life had changed dramatically over the past six years. She attended college at Julliard for a year in the performing arts domain. She was one of the top students in her class, excelling in both her end of year exams and practices. Her dreams were coming true. But the streak of bad luck that follows the brunette finally caught up with her, leading her back to where it all began: Lima, Ohio.

"Cut the crap, Lopez. I've known you since we were twelve. I can tell when something's up. You've been staring at that bottle for the past half hour," the short blonde in front of her explained, putting down the beer bottle and turning to face the distracted brunette. "Now tell Aunty Quinn, what this is all about."

Nothing.

"Is this about Brit…?"

"No. Nu-uh," Santana interrupted, putting her hand up to stop her best friend. "Don't you dare say her name, okay? We do not talk about her anymore. She's gone. She left. It's over; got it, Fabray?" Santana threw the bottle hard down on the table and flung her cleaning rag across the room in anger. Before the Latina could get up and leave, she felt a set of fingers wrapping around her small wrist. Santana tugged her arm away, already knowing the comfort Quinn would try to give her wouldn't do her any good.

"San, I'm sorry. I know it's still fragile for you to talk about it, but it's been six years. This self hating shit you keep doing to yourself needs to stop," Quinn says, with as much compassion as she can. "This wasn't your fault. As much as she was my best friend at the time, it wasn't your fault. But, Santana, you need to let this go. You can't have it ruining your life forever."

Santana remained silent, staring blankly at the dirty floor of the town's bar she works at.

"I know you miss her. I get it. I get that you've become this defensive bitch, because you're angry. You're angry at her, because she didn't write you back, but you're mostly angry at yourself, because you feel responsible. But you don't need to feel that way, Santana. You're a lot better than you know" Quinn said, still receiving silence. "See? I know you better than you think."

Santana let out a small smile, looking back to her best friend. "Whatever, Fabray."

"Ash, are you sure it's okay if I crash at yours?"

"Britt, seriously. I haven't seen you in months and I need my big sister back, so of course its okay," Ashley laughed, adjusting her phone on her shoulder. "Where are you now?"

"I literally just got my luggage, so I should be home in about an hour or so. It's going to be so weird coming back home," Brittany sighed, thinking about all the memories which were created whist living in Lima. All the memories of her.

Ashley laughed, "Well, nothing much has really changed, Britt. It's still the typical suburban town with only one decent restaurant and a substantial amount of college drop-outs. I'm sure you'll fit right in," her younger sister teased.

"Hey! You do know I only dropped out because I was chosen to be on the Beyonce' tour, right? You remember that?" Brittany joked.

"Hmm, may have slipped my mind. Now hurry up and get your ass over here!"

"Patience, little sis. I'll go to the supermarket on the way, so I can make us some dinner. It's my treat, but only because…Ash?"

Brittany was left with a dead tone on her phone. Typical. Brittany smiled, shaking her head, before getting into her car.

Home here I come.

A/N:Yay/Nay?