A/N: Alrighty... Until now I've only written one-shots for Brittana, but I feel like it may be time for a multi-chaptered story. It's a fair bit of angst, so be warned.
Santana opened her trunk with a lot more force than necessary and then stormed back into the house, grabbing her waiting bags that she'd tossed by the front door earlier and heading outside yet again. But before she could get off the porch, a hand snatched at her wrist, attempting to still her. She didn't stop, wresting herself out of the vise like grip and turning around to face the person, tears falling from her eyes unabashedly.
"No! Don't you touch me! Don't you dare touch me!" she screamed, her throat tight and burning from the effort it took to raise her voice to this rarely used volume. She turned back towards the car and briskly walked to it, throwing her luggage into the trunk with a sob and slamming it shut.
"San, I'm sorry, please don't leave..."
The brunette turned to face her wife, an incredulous expression easily visible underneath the tracks of her tears.
"No. Fuck you, Brittany. I'm done with this!" Santana yelled. She didn't care if the damn neighbors heard her; she'd finally had it. And this time she wouldn't be talked out of walking away.
"What do you mean? Done with what?" Brittany cried out, flying down the porch steps and trying to take Santana's hand, trying to stop her from doing whatever it was she was planning on doing.
Santana wasn't having it still, pulling away so sharply that it set Brittany off balance. Brittany righted herself and stood rooted in the spot, her mouth hanging open. Santana looked to the sky, throwing her hands up in the air out of frustration.
"Are you that retarded? I'm done with you! I'm not doing this any more. Don't you understand? You've been hurting me for years, going behind my back, and I pretended not to notice because I thought one day you'd come to your senses," Santana seethed, her words coming out choked.
It was hard to speak to Brittany when all she wanted to do was rip her head off, jump in the car, and get the hell out of California. She fixed her wife with a stony gaze, noting her shocked expression and slack jaw. Squaring her shoulders, she sniffed, knowing the time had finally come for the truth to come out after all of these long years.
"Did you think I didn't know?" she growled, looking Brittany up and down disdainfully. She let her eyes trail down her body before she rested her gaze back on her face, her eyes locked with the blonde's intensely. "Did you think I had no idea you were fucking those men? That I was blind as to why you spent so many late nights at the studio? That I couldn't smell them on you when you came home and crawled into bed at God knows what hour?"
Brittany was silent, unable to say anything and knowing whatever she could think up of to say wouldn't mitigate Santana's anger. Santana's voice dropped to barely above a whisper, unable to keep the emotion out of her voice as she went on.
"And when we made love, did you honestly think I couldn't feel that you'd been with them? That you were used?"
"Santana, I..." Brittany started to say, tears welling in her blue eyes. But when she couldn't come up with any further words to say, Santana's eyes widened and she gave a forced laugh that sounded more like a bark.
"You did. You thought I was that stupid!" Santana was screaming again, but she didn't care, blinded by rage. She stepped closer to Brittany, her fists clenching until her knuckles turned stark white. "How about when I'd come to your shows, or visit you on set or the studio? Every single dancer there would look at me with such fucking pity. They felt sorry for me. Because they knew my wife, the one person I am supposed to be able to trust, was sleeping with every guy in the company..." She trailed off as her eyes narrowed, a new thought occuring to her. "Was it just the guys? Or did you fuck the girls, too?"
Again Brittany said nothing, but her silence confirmed what Santana was already thinking more than if she'd flat out said yes. She let out a cry of anguish and opened the car door, absolutely sick to her stomach.
"Don't go," Brittany begged tearfully, attempting another step towards her wife, but Santana dodged, quickly stepping into the car. The door open still, she fixed her gaze on the road ahead of her, avoiding Brittany's eye contact and trying to keep from throwing up.
"Why? Why did you do it?" She couldn't stop the hurt in her tone from being obvious, but she was past that. Brittany had hurt her, had been hurting her; why shouldn't she show it? "If I hadn't found you with Chris, were you ever going to tell me?"
"Don't make me answer that, because I can't," Brittany said in a watery voice, the reality of what was happening settling in as she started to panic, her hand gripping the edge of the car door.
"Don't worry. I won't make you do anything anymore," Santana shot back, still not looking at her wife. She took a deep breath and exhaled very slowly, trying to control the flood of emotions she was feeling at that moment so she could think semi-logically. "I'm picking up Maya from school."
"You can't take her, Santana; she's my daughter too!" Brittany cried out, tears falling. She tried to rip the door open but Santana was stronger, her anger pumping adrenaline through her veins thus giving her more strength, and Santana slammed the door shut, narrowly missing smashing Brittany's hand. She sat trying to control herself further as Brittany screamed, pounding on the car window.
"You can't take her! Santana, you can't! Don't do this to me, please, I'm sorry! Don't do this to me!"
She knew this would kill Brittany, but what other choice did she have? Brittany was one of the principles at a dance company, the star of multiple shows... She was barely home and when she was, she slept or practiced in their home studio rigourously. She simply wouldn't be there for their daughter like Santana could. That, and she didn't want her daughter to fall a victim to her escapades like Santana had. How was Santana supposed to know that Brittany wouldn't be out having affairs when she should be at home with Maya? Santana's trust in Brittany was completely shattered; there was no way she was leaving her most prized possession in her care.
"You did this to yourself!" she shouted through the glass, her every word still crystal clear to Brittany, who had paused with her fists resting on the windows, still for a moment as she listened, tears coursing down her face. "Do you honestly think you can handle her on your own? You work constantly, when would you be there to take care of her? Think of someone other than yourself for once."
"Santana, please, don't, don't..." Brittany begged, dropping to her knees in the driveway and clinging to the door handle. She tried to open it but Santana locked it quickly, her efforts futile. "Santana!" Brittany was now wracked with sobs, and Santana started to cry again. She knew she had to do it, but why did it have to be so god damn hard?
"I love you, Brittany, but I deserve better," Santana said raggedly, unable to breath properly as she felt her heart constrict in her chest. "So does Maya. Don't try to contact me. I'll let you know when you can see her."
"Santana, please!" Brittany screamed. Santana closed her eyes against the noise, startin the car. Brittany jumped to her feet, hands fumbling with the door handle again in an effort to open it, but Santana didn't give in. "Santana! I'm sorry! I'll change! I'll do anything you want me to, but don't do this!" Brittany continued yelling, her voice going hoarse as she went on. "I'm so sorry; I wish I hadn't done it! I love you!"
"No, you don't. If you loved me, you wouldn't have done this to me."
With that Santana put the car in gear and drove off, Brittany chasing after the car down the street shrieking and crying. Santana sped up and blasted the radio to drown out her wife's screams. When Brittany was not even a small speck in the distance she allowed herself to slow down, her tears blurring her vision as she pulled over to the side of the road, and she broke down sobbing, her shoulders shaking.
She had always thought she and Brittany were going to last forever, and she never would have believed she'd be the one to put an end to their relationship. Then she realized she'd also never dreamed that Brittany would do what she did, after having spent so many years together. When she first discovered what was going on, she also thought Brittany would stop on her own accord and that they could get through something like this, because they loved each other more than anything else in the world.
Apparently Santana was wrong about a lot of things.
A/N Part 2: Well, what do we think? Should I continue? )