AN: This is a sequel to my other fic See You Later so it will probably have some references back to that story (I recommend you read it first if you haven't) but I'm hoping that this one will be able to stand on its own if you don't read the first one.

I hadn't planned to write the sequel this soon but I was in a writing mood so this is what happened! I hope you enjoy!

Santana set her bags on the floor and turned to face her girlfriend. She held out her hands and her girlfriend took both of them, pulling herself close. The smile on her face wasn't forced, but it wasn't quite genuine. There was worry laced in her eyes.

"I'll be home for Christmas Britt-Britt." Santana assured her. Brittany's smile disappeared and her eyes filled with fear. Santana matched her expression. "What's wrong?"

Brittany shook her head. "Nothing, deja vu."

Santana frowned. "Britt I-"

"You know," Brittany cut her off, "you're more likely to get into a car accident than you are a plane crash." She paused and furrowed her brow. "So I guess that means I'm in more danger than you are." She gestured towards the front entrance that lead to the parking lot where she left the car.

"I'll call you as soon as I land. I promise." She kissed Brittany softly. "And when I get into the cab." Another kiss. "And when I get to the hotel." Another kiss. "And when I settle into my room." One last kiss.

Brittany finally smiled as their lips touched. "That's a lot of phone calls."

"I'll call you a million times if that's what it takes for you to stop worrying."

Brittany stared into Santana's rich brown eyes and sighed. "I'm so in love with you."

"And I'm so in love with you B."

"I wish I could go with you." Brittany whined.

"I do too but you need to stay home. One of us needs to keep a steady job." Santana looked down at their hands. "For the both of us." She added quietly.

Brittany looked down at the necklace hanging around Santana's neck; an infinity heart. When Santana had asked the diner for the time off to go to Los Angeles to record for her album deal, they told her she couldn't have it. After a lot of convincing from Brittany, she quit and decided to take a chance. However, following her dream seemed to make her feel guilty. The infinity heart they both wore was a promise. It was a promise to love each other forever, through everything.

Brittany used her finger to tilt Santana's head back up. She smiled down at her girlfriend. "You're right, I worry too much. Everything will be ok." She picked up one of Santana's bags and handed it to the brunette. "And you only have to call me nine-hundred-ninety-nine-thousand, eight-hundred and seventy-five times." She smirked at Santana. "Not a million."

Santana laughed. "I'll try to remember that." She picked up her other bag. "See you later Britt."

Brittany nodded. "See you later San."

That was two weeks ago.

Brittany sat in the living room, watching TV, with her laptop sitting on the table in front of her. She was waiting patiently, well as patiently as she could, for Santana to call her on Skype. They had talked the previous night but after a long day of work Brittany wanted nothing more than to hear her girlfriend's voice and see her beautiful smile. She heard the front door swing open and looked over to see Quinn walking in.

"Um Quinn, this isn't your apartment anymore. Usually people knock." Quinn rolled her eyes and walked out of the apartment, closing the door behind her. Brittany stared at the door, clearly confused, until she heard a knock. She chuckled softly to herself. "Come in."

Quinn walked in. "Better?"

"Much." Brittany beamed at her friend. As much as she teased Quinn about not knowing how to have fun, she had to admit that the woman had a sense of humour sometimes.

Quinn sat down and looked at the TV where Adventure Time was playing. "Wow... And you say I don't know how to have fun." Brittany glanced at the other blonde. "You can't just sit around and wait for Santana to call."

Brittany gestured around her. "I believe I can."

"Britt it's 6 o'clock for us which means it's what, 3 o'clock for her?" Brittany nodded. "She's working and she won't be done for hours. So how about you come out for dinner with Rachel and I?"

"Oh I see." Brittany smirked at her friend. "You just don't want to go out for dinner with Rachel alone."

"No." Quinn denied, but her tone sounded unsure. "Maybe..." Brittany laughed. "Don't judge me for this! Rachel's great but she talks a lot and sometimes I don't know what to say. It's easier when Kurt's there because they talk to each other but he's always with his boyfriend now."

Brittany turned the TV off, stood up and smoothed her shirt out. "Fine, I'll go out for dinner with you."

Quinn stood up and followed Brittany to the front door. "Thank you."

"But just so you know," Brittany looked over her shoulder at her friend, "I'm totally judging you."

Quinn shook her head and followed Brittany out of the apartment.

Brittany and Quinn walked over to the table that Rachel was waiting at.

"Why do we always come here?" Quinn asked as she took a seat beside Rachel.

"Because I get an employee discount." Rachel responded.

Brittany looked up at her with wide eyes. "Wait, do we get a discount too?"

"Well... No." The brunette replied quietly.

"I see..." Brittany sighed and started looking through the menu.

Quinn smirked at the interaction. Brittany was fantastic with people in more than one way. She knew how to get them talking, how to coax them into opening up, but she could also shut them up just as easily. This was a tactic she seemed to use on Rachel a fair bit. There were very few people who could render Rachel Berry speechless and Brittany was one of them.

Rachel composed herself and looked up at Brittany. "So, how's Santana liking it in LA?"

"She loves it." Brittany smiled at the topic of her girlfriend. "She's having a lot of fun recording and writing music. Plus the weather there suits her better."

"It sounds perfect for her."

"Yup." Brittany agreed half half-heartedly.

Quinn glanced at Brittany. "Well almost." She added and Brittany looked up at her. "I'm sure she would much rather be here with you, B."

"Of course!" Rachel quickly agreed. "The one time I've talked to her since she left, all she told me was that she missed you. Which is why I have to ask you how she's liking it, since she won't tell me."

"She told you she misses me?" Brittany questioned. It didn't surprise her that her girlfriend missed her since they told each other that almost every day. What surprised Brittany is that Santana would admit that to Rachel.

"Sort of. I called her and asked how it was in LA and she told me it was busy. So I asked her if she missed me and she laughed and said the only person she was missing was you." Rachel leaned in and lowered her voice. "I think she secretly misses me."

Brittany mimicked Rachel's actions and nodded slowly in agreement. "Totally."

Rachel smiled and sat up straight, clearly unaware that Brittany had been mocking her. Quinn laughed. "I love you two." Her friends smiled at her and she cleared her throat, turning to Rachel. "I'm sure some part of Santana misses you even if she won't admit it."

"You didn't have to walk me home you know." Brittany pointed out as her and Quinn turned onto her street.

"I know, but we don't hangout enough. You're my best friend Britt, I miss spending time with you."

Brittany wrapped her arm around Quinn's shoulders. "Aw, I miss you too Q." She said in an overly cute voice. Quinn laughed at her friends silliness and Brittany smiled as she removed her arm from Quinn's shoulders. "It's nice to hear you laugh so much."

Quinn shut her mouth tight to stop herself from laughing. "What do you mean?"

Brittany shrugged. "You just seem happier now."

"That's because I am happier." Quinn told her friend. "I'm happier because I have new friends like Rachel, Kurt and Santana, but mostly because my best friend is finally happy too." She nudged Brittany lightly. "Being so immensely in love looks amazing on you Britt. I'm so proud of you."

They stopped at the stairs to Brittany's apartment and turned to face each other. "Thanks Quinn." The shorter blonde shrugged. "No I mean it. Thank you for always being here and for always being honest and calling me out when I do something stupid."

Quinn shook her head. "You don't do stupid things Brittany, you never have. You just always think of everyone else and never do what's best for you."

Brittany laughed. "Oh so when I almost broke Santana's heart I was doing it for her?"

"Yes actually. Well, you thought you were doing the right thing for her at the time. Luckily you came to your senses." Quinn pulled Brittany into a soft hug. "Stop beating yourself up over it. It's in the past, and now you can focus on your future."

Brittany opened her eyes. Apparently she had fallen asleep waiting for Santana's call, but the sound of her cell phone woke her up. She turned the screen on, noticing it was just past 1 AM, before opening the text she had received from Santana. In it Santana apologized for being so late and said she would talk to her tomorrow. Brittany was having none of that. She quickly opened her laptop and called Santana on Skype.

It only took a minute before Santana answered. Brittany smiled at the sight of her girlfriend. "Hey babe."

"Hey Britt. I'm sorry that it's so late. Mercedes wanted me to go out with her and a couple other people and I just got home."

"It's fine San. I'm just glad we get to talk." Santana smiled at her. "I miss you." She told the brunette as she fought through a yawn.

"I miss you too." Santana frowned. "You're tired. You should sleep."

Brittany shook her head. "I have much more important things to do. Like..." She stood up and held her finger out to tell Santana she would be right back. She returned with a calendar in her hands and held it up to the camera.

"A calendar?"

"Yes but what's on it."

Santana studied the calendar as best as she could with the less than great video quality. She knew how Brittany organized her calendar; she colour coded it. Blue were days she was working, there were a lot of those since Brittany had picked up more classes for the money. Yellow were competitions. Pink were days she had off. Then she noticed a red day. "What's the red, B?"

"An awards dinner." She lowered the calendar to reveal her smile. Santana looked confused. "I'm being presented an award by the owner of the dance company. Something about 'teaching excellence'."

"That's amazing Britt!" Santana was obviously excited and proud which made Brittany blush.

"Apparently my classes have the highest rate of new members and the highest percentage of students that stay for more than a year."

"I'm so proud of you babe." Santana's voice was low and sincere and it made Brittany tear up a bit.

"The best part is that it comes with a bonus. So, I was thinking I could use it to come visit you." Santana looked unsure, but this is what Brittany wanted the money to go towards and she wasn't willing to give up. "You could show me Los Angeles and the studio. We could go to the beach and even spend time alone in the hotel room." She waggled her eyebrows at her girlfriend.

Santana laughed; that did sound pretty amazing. "Would they give you the time off?"

Brittany nodded. "Of course, I have vacation days." Santana still didn't look convinced. "Do you not want me to visit?"

"No! Britt come on, don't be silly. Of course I do. We could just use the money that's all." Santana looked down at what Brittany assumed were her hands fidgeting with something.

"Your record deal is going to work out Santana." The brunette looked back up at Brittany. "And, even if for some crazy reason it doesn't, you and I will be fine. No, we will be better than fine. We'll be awesome because we're us."

Santana couldn't fight the smile that was making its way to her face. "Fine, let's do it."

"Yes!" Brittany cheered and kissed her fingers and pressed them to the camera. "I love you."

Santana returned the gesture. "I love you too. Now go get some sleep."

"Goodnight San, see you later."

"Goodnight Britt."

Brittany closed her laptop and stood up. She was on her way down the hall when she heard a knock at the door. She looked towards the door. She must be hearing things, nobody would be knocking at her door this late. She heard another knock, someone was definitely there, so she walked towards the door.

She started opening it. "Don't you know what time-" She cut herself off when she saw who was standing in front of her.

"Brittany?" He looked just as confused as her.

She looked around frantically. This couldn't be possible. She was going crazy, that was the only explanation. She had finally lost it and she would end up in a straight jacket in no time. The hallway started to spin and her vision started to narrow. Everything went black.

He couldn't be back; Sam couldn't be back

Another AN: Sorry to those of you that didn't want Sam to come back but it had to happen. However, I will let you know that the focus of this story is on Santana and Brittany's lives together... that is all!