Santana stepped out of her blistering hot shower and slowly oiled her body before wrapping her biggest and fuzziest robe around her body, she then pulled her wet hair into a huge bun on the top of her head. Yawning softly, she reached for her glasses and put them on her tired brown eyes that were now rimmed in red before staring at her engagement ring on her bed side table. She reached for it before getting distracted by her cell phone blinking with message after message. She picked up the phone and scrolled through her text messages reading a few quietly to herself but not responding.

Mercedes: Call me girl, I just heard

Quinn: Thinking of you babe, let me know if you need anything

She shook her head and tossed her phone back on the bed and made her way to the kitchen of her six bedroom, $6 million house, her flip fops smacking the floor as she walked. Bella, her Yorkie puppy, jumped up from her bed and began to quickly run after the Latina. Santana glanced down as her collar jingled and smiled at her softly. "How about we get a treat?"

Once she reached the kitchen she grabbed a treat for the puppy and placed it on the floor for her, laughing when she quickly grabbed it and took off running to her usual spot to enjoy her bacon strip. Santana on the other hand, grabbed a wine glass and opened a bottle of red wine, filling her glass to the top before taking a long sip and closing her eyes while she sighed deeply. Making her way to the living room she curled in a ball in the corner of her large navy sectional and wrapped a blanket around her as she turned on the tv, and began to flip through the channels. She stopped on the local news when she saw her picture flashing on the screen. She took another sip of her wine and turned up the volume as Bella ran back in the room and placed her front paws on the couch, a small whine escaping her mouth, an indication she wanted Santana to lift her on the couch, which she did right away. "Lay down." She told her softly, patting the small pillow that was next to her, the puppy quickly complying and laying down.

"Moving over to some entertainment news, it appears rising pop star Santana Lopez and fiancee Teagan Monroe have called it quits. The two have been together for two years, meeting during a charity event, they have been joined at the hip ever since. Lopez proposed just five months ago and in a recent interview proclaimed they would have the wedding of the century. Looks like things took a turn for the worse and the engagement is now off. Teagan's team has issued a statement, but it's been quiet on the Lopez side."

Santana sighed and turned the tv off when a collage of pictures of her, and her now ex, flashed across the screen. Glancing down at Bella, who was staring at her, wagging her tail happily, she rubbed behind her ear and smiled at the puppy as she finished her glass of wine and quickly poured another. She leaned back and exhaled deeply, closing her eyes while memories of her now failed relationship clouded her thoughts.

Brittany sat on the floor in front of her fireplace and stared at the tv screen, a huge bowl of popcorn in her lap. "Whoa..." She mouthed as Entertainment Tonight showed a scene of Santana and Teagan seemingly arguing backstage at an awards show. Brittany, who was now a choreographer for a musical tv show on FOX, lifted her glass of wine and took a slow sip while listening intently to the TV personality as they continued to piece together the demise of Santana and Teagan's relationship. She sighed at the numerous candids of Santana from recent days, showing how visibly upset the Latina had been, and frowned at the close up footage TMZ had of her wiping away tears while she sat in her car and had a cigarette.

"I should call her...no, I should text her." Brittany mumbled to herself. "Well, i would need her phone number for that, I doubt it's the same from high school, but I'm betting her email is still the same, hopefully." She reached for her laptop and and tapped her fingers on the side while she thought before sending a short but heartfelt email to her former love.

The last time the pair saw each other in person or had last spoke was at Mr Shue's wedding, which was now six years ago. Whenever Santana would come back to Lima to visit her family, Brittany never saw her, and they didn't text or call. The occasional Instagram and Facebook like dwindled down before finally stopped after a few months. Once Brittany graduated she moved to Chicago, where she attended an arts college, and got a degree in dance within three years, before moving to New York where she studied different dance styles at Julliard for one year, before she finally made her way to Los Angeles, where she was hired right away as a choreographer for a tv show. Money was great, and Brittany was able to do some work on the side, so she was extreme comfortable financially. In her eyes she had the best of both worlds, her bank account was loaded, and she was able to buy any and everything she wanted, but at the same time she wasn't famous and was able to walk down the street like a normal person. She would see the pictures and videos of Santana everywhere and thank everything she could she didn't live such a fast and invasive life.

Glancing down at the time she jumped up quickly. "I better get packed, I have an early flight tomorrow." She groaned before cleaning up her area, and putting out her fire, walking up to her bedroom of her $3 million, four bedroom home.

Thursday, 10am

Santana jumped awake from the knocking on her door, followed by the doorbell ringing constantly. "What the fuck..." She laughed as she opened her eyes and saw Bella curled in her lap, fast asleep. Moving the puppy gently, she rubbed her eyes and made her way to the door. "Hey..." She waved slightly before turning around and heading back to the couch as Mercedes walked in with her puppy, Myles. "Bella, your boyfriend is here." Santana teased as Bella ran quickly over to the puppy, Mercedes taking her spot on the couch.

"Are you okay?" Mercedes asked. "I've been calling and texting you for days."

Santana nodded. "My phone and computer have been off for days. I've barely watched TV, every damn channel is talking about me and Teag...I just want to move on."

"Who ended it?" Mercedes asked as Santana yawned and snuggled back deeper into the couch.

"I did." Santana shrugged. "Well she was in the process, and I screamed it out before she could."

Mercedes laughed slightly before pouting at her friend. "Are you okay?"

Santana sighed and shrugged. "I really don't know. We've been together for over two years, we were building a life together, we started wedding planning, we were house shopping, talking about kids..."

Mercedes leaned forward and hugged her. "I'm here for you babe, so is Quinn."

Santana rolled her eyes at Quinn's name before nodding and mouthing a thank you. "So what are you up to today? Studio time?"

"Nope, cleared my schedule so I can get you through this break up." She winked. "First, i'm going to cook breakfast. Turn your phone on, you might miss an important call or text, or at least check your email in case your publicist has contacted you, you haven't issued a statement yet."

"Why do I need to issue one? My damm life is on display 24/7, now Im supposed to say 'hey everyone, guess what, I'm not engaged anymore' I'll pass." She shook her head.

Mercedes grabbed the Latina's laptop off the counter and tossed it on her lap. "Make sure you aren't missing something important, seriously babe, you have a lot going on in your career right now."

Santana groaned while rolling her eyes and logged into her email, she nodded in appreciation since Mercedes was right and she had missed some important emails, she was replying at lightning speed to everyone when she froze at the next email in her inbox. "Br-Brittany." She cleared her throat softly as Mercedes walked over with two plates of breakfast. "You knew, didn't you?"

"Knew what?" Mercedes asked, eating a forkful of eggs.

"That Brittany emailed me."

"What? When? No." Mercedes rushed out, her eyes widening quickly.

Santana turned the laptop and held it up to her friend. "Brittany emailed me last week."

"Are you going to open it?" Mercedes asked.

"Swear to me you didn't know."

"I swear I didn't know, I haven't talked to Brittany is almost two years, I know she lives in LA, but that's about it, and that's only from her instagram account." Mercedes replied truthfully.

Santana set the laptop down. "No, I'm not going to open it. I'm not in the right mindset for that right now, my emotions are all over the place and I just can't right now."

Mercedes stared at her and nodded. "Okay, we let's watch a movie."

Wednesday 2pm

Brittany sprinkled some fish food in her aquarium and smiled at how quickly the fish swam up to the top to eat. "You guys must be hungry." She teased before hopping on the bar to the side and pulling out her phone to check her messages. She replied back to a text from Tina, saying how much fun she had with her the past weekend in Chicago. Brittany went bak and forth exchanging text messages while they talked about the highlights of the weekend before the conversation dwindled down. Brittany then got a text from her agent telling her to check her email since he emailed some job leads, after responding back to him, she decided to check them on her laptop and made her way to her living room where she remembered she left her MacBook. As soon as she logged into her account she saw an email come in from Santana.

"I guess she does have the same email."

Brittany clicked on it right away and read the reply out loud.

Wow, this is one email that I certainly didn't expect. How have you been? Its been a long time, I hope you're doing well and life is treating you amazing, because you deserve all the best things in life. I'm assuming you saw all the news reports and articles, so you can guess how I'm doing...I'm hanging in there is all I can say. Life comes at you fast...but enough about me. I hear you are living in LA, enjoy the sun and stay away from the crazies. Lol. Really good to hear from you, thanks for reaching out, it means more than you can imagine.

Brittany smiled at the message before replying back right away.

I'm doing good, yes I am in LA, I would love to meet for coffee or drinks, just to catch up. I know the paps are hounding you right now, but if you want, you can come over to my place, it's quiet and I don't live by anyone famous so the paps won't see you, Ive learned how to make a mean apple martini. Lol. I'm free all night if you get this today, otherwise I'm free all day tomorrow and Friday morning and afternoon. Hope to hear from you soon.

Brittany then read over some of the job leads her agent sent her and printed them all out, by the time she ran to her printer in her office to grab them and came back to her laptop she had another email from Santana.

Today would be great, I need to get out of the house. Does 7 work? I'll bring some snacks, if you keep your promise of making apple martinis. ;)

Laughing to herself Brittany sent a reply email with her address before heading to the store to grab more vodka and a few other things on her shopping list.

Brittany was switching an album on her record player when her doorbell rang, so she jogged over to the door and opened it, her jaw dropping at the sight of Santana. Since she hadn't seen her in so long, she seemed like a whole new person to her, yet the same. Brittany noticed how much more mature and graceful she looked, but she still just like her first teenage love in her eyes. Santana was dressed casually in a pair of dark jeans, with a an oversized white sweater that hung off of her shoulder, a pair of tan Uggs on her feet; her hair was in a messy bun on top of her head, and she had her glasses on.

"Hey, come on in." Brittany smiled warmly, stepping to the side to let her in the house.

"Shit, this is your house?" Santana asked, following Brittany, who was in yoga pants and a pink hooded sweatshirt, to the kitchen.

"Yeah." Brittany nodded. "I'm sure your house is bigger." She laughed.

Santana smiled and nodded. "It is, but still, wow, this is gorgeous Brit." She replied before staring at Brittany once the blonde finally turned to face her.

"Thanks." Brittany blushed. "Okay, stop being weird and give me a hug." She then teased as she leaned forward and hugged the latina tightly. Santana clutched to her an exhaled deeply against her neck, which Brittany noticed and hugged her tighter. "How are you, San?"

Santana sighed deeply. "Better now." She whispered.

Brittany smiled and nodded, rubbing her back. "How about I give you a quick tour before I play bartender."

Santana nodded. "Cool, I brought sushi, so let's put that up first."

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