Brittany was racing down the highway, her beat up car that her mother had bought was still working, even after four years of being away from Lima. She wouldn't trade it in for the world, it was like her, child. Her child that was really old, could use a cleaning and you know was never fed. Brittany laughed as she turned her radio down, she was still 45 minutes away from Lima, but she was still nervous.
She hadn't been back in years, mainly because of school, she had a few tutors and she had finally gotten the GPA her parents would be proud of, but mostly because she had no reason to go back. A chill went down her back, she still remembered the conversation Santana and her had on the eve of her departure. 'Not a conversation,' Brittany muttered to no one in particular. It was suppose to be a beginning, but it turned into an ending. At the time Brittany wasn't aware of it, and it had started off as a civil conversation. Not a day went by that Brittany hadn't thought of the fight, not a day went past that Brittany hadn't wanted to pick the phone up and tell Santana that she was going to come home.
She wasn't quite sure why she hadn't. She wasn't happy at school, she was happy in Lima. Her mother said maybe she was to proud, but that wasn't it, but maybe her mother was talking about Santana. She never asked about Santana, because frankly, it hurt. So Brittany went through her four years of college, listening to her parents talk about McKinley High, everyday life in Lima and asking her what she actually wanted to do after College.
She wasn't going to come back, she was sure of it when she left the Lopez's almost four years ago, Santana had said it was done, and Brittany believed her, she didn't want to come back. She knew what heartbreak felt like, and at that moment she was living it. Brittany was only going to go away for a year, but she had found a program that she really wanted to go for, it was four years.
Four years at a University half the way across the country. That didn't bode well with Santana Lopez when Brittany had told her. Brittany pleaded with her, told her she wasn't leaving Santana but that it was for the better and that in four years when she came back, they could start a life together. Plus there would always be Christmas and the Summer, but there wouldn't be. Brittany and Santana were over even before they had begun. Brittany left crying, Santana stayed crying.
2 years ago, Brittany had thought about coming to Lima for the Summer to mend and to get Santana back. The plan fell through when her mother brought up that she had seen Santana around with another girl. Brittany was to heartbroken and canceled her trip.
She couldn't cancel this trip though, Quinn was tying the knot. She had called 3 weeks earlier to tell her she couldn't really make it because of school and Quinn called her back telling her she better get her ass down here or else. Surprisingly, Quinn had turned into Santana over the past few years. Brittany smiled as she passed a sign that read, 'WELCOME TO LIMA, OHIO.'
Brittany didn't really want Quinn to come down and kick her ass, and no doubt she'd bring Puck with her, and Brittany didn't really want that. She couldn't believe they were actually getting married, she was equally jealous and happy for them. She was even happy to be home, she had missed Lima, she however wasn't going to be staying at her parents house. She was shacking up at the Lima Motel. She snickered at the thought of her shacking up with herself.
She checked into her room, sat down looking at the wall, contemplated on calling Santana, dialed, hung up and continued to look at the wall. Brittany sighed, picked up her room keys and walked over to Breadstix. It was a good 10 minute walk, but if it was still the same, it was well worth the walk. She entered the parking lot, salivating the moment she would have a little piece of home back inside her stomach when she heard, 'OH MY GOD BRITTANY YOU CAME!'
Brittany turned around and saw Quinn running over and embraced her, Puck following slowly behind. 'I mean, I knew you were going to come because you know, I was going to kick your ass,' she said laughing hysterically. Puck had finally caught up to them and smiled at Brittany. 'Don't mind Q, Britt, she's knocked up again I mean when I said I was goo-' before letting him finish a hand from Quinn punched him in the stomach. 'YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSE TO TELL PEOPLE. THEY'LL THINK WE'RE WHITE TRASH.' Brittany nodded, feeling awkward.
'Well - I was just going to get something to eat, it was nice to catch up but I mean-' Quinn touched her arm slightly. 'you should join us for dinner Britt. It'll be like old times-'
'Babe. Not a good idea.' Puck said interrupting her again. 'And why not Noah?' Quinn said looking at him, Puck glanced back and Brittany could have sworn he looked slight frightened. 'Well you know', he said bowing his head slight.
Quinn looked at Brittany. 'Oh.' Quinn looked down. 'Oh who the hell cares. It's been four fucking years Noah. I mean she hasn't shut up about it for the past four months, it's because she's such a fucking bitch sometimes, she can't admit that she was wrong..' Brittany stopped listening after a while, they were clearly talking about Santana, and she couldn't really deal with it.
They entered Breadstix and the first thing she noticed was that the place hadn't changed at all, she waited with Quinn and Puck at the front, they were still bickering. Brittany smiled, and she knew they loved each other, so she was happy, even if it looked like Quinn was about to kill him.
It was at that moment that she noticed her. Santana Lopez. She hadn't changed at all, and when they're eyes met she could have sworn she saw a smile creep on Santana's face. A breath of fresh air found Brittany and her heart fluttered, she was still very much in love with Santana, it was clear now, but instead of heartbroken she felt responsible. She shouldn't have left, she knew what she had wanted, she had left it four years ago. She felt the tears swarming in her eyes, and as she put a finger up to wipe it away she turned to Quinn. 'Actually, i'm really not up to it, i'm exhausted it was a hell of a long drive Quinn.'
Quinn looked at her. 'Don't worry,' Brittany said. 'I'll swing by your house tomorrow and we'll spend the whole day together.' Brittany headed for the door and left.
Quinn and Puck looked at each other. They started slowly walking towards the table that Santana was sitting at. 'You know. I'm really tired of their shit.' Puck looked at her. 'They bitched and moaned to me for four years about how the other one left and then they bitch and moan about how much they missed each other. Now you know what we'll hear at dinner time? How Brittany could have simply came over and said hi to her. So that they could work out their differences. But you know what? They won't. Want to know why? Because they love torturing me. All through High School it was always, 'Quinn I'm not gay,' or 'Quinn she won't admit her feelings''
Puck laughed.
'You think i'm joking but i'm not. Then tomorrow Brittany will ask what was said at dinner and then i'll be in the middle JUST LIKE HIGH SCHOOL.' Puck smirked. 'N'ah. I think Santana will talk about her shitty job, I mean she talks about Brittany all the time, she looks like she's in a work mood talk.' Quinn stopped and looked at him
'Why are you always smirking? Do you find it funny that I will have to be in the middle for the next few days between my two friends. Do you find it funny that I am once again knocked up with your child.'
Puck laughed nervously. 'Um..no babe. I just find it funny that...well that - um.' They had finally reached Santana. 'Hey San. I was just talking to Quinn about you.' Santana shot a glance at Puck and shook her head glancing over at Quinn.
'Brittany's look good.' Quinn nodded pushing her chair in a little bit. 'Yeah, she's staying over at the Motel, I mean if someone say wanted to apologize, or you know..'
'Well you know what? She could have easily came over here and said hi. I mean, we haven't spoken in four years, and then she just goes out. You know maybe I will pop over and give her a piece of my mind.'
Quinn looked over at Puck sharply and glared and gently hit her head on the table. Santana alarmed glanced over at Puck mouthing, 'Is she alright.' Puck smiling. 'I think it's just been a long day and she's tired.' Placing his hand on her back and rubbing softly.
A muffled sound came, 'Get Your Hands Off Me.'
Puck laughed nervously.