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"Live
For the one I love
Love
As no one has loved
Give
Asking nothing in return" ~ "Live For The One You Love" Celine Din

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"You think this is hard! My parents left me when I was two! Now that's hard! Try again!" She yelled into her megaphone. That wasn't a complete lie, yes her parents did leave her, but not until she was seven, and it wasn't just her, they left her ten year old brother to, but her cheerleaders didn't need to know that.

As she stood there in the middle of the bleachers, she couldn't help but think of how she got here. She never wanted to be a high school cheerleader coach, but after the previous one attempted to jump off the top of the science building, and some convening from a certain blonde at home, she decided to do it.

Thinking of the blonde, she looked down at her watch and noticed that it was 4:00pm. "Shit!" She looked over at the cheerleaders, the St. Rise Saints; well at least it wasn't the Cheerio's.

"You patheicness is making me blind! Stop what you're doing and hit the showers. Hopefully my eyesight will return by tomorrow!" She was sounding more and more like her old cheerleading coach, Sue Sylvester. She shivered at that thought, though mentally thanked her for all those years of beating, because she figured out that fear works especially in a squad that hasn't even won a single award in 20 years. Now after three years of constant fear and many tears, she believed that her squad was ready enough to enter for sectionals.

She opened her phone as she started her drive home. No messages. That was weird, Brittany always left her a message, saying she was home safe, or if she was going out with Bobby. Bobby. Though he was a sweet guy, Santana couldn't help but hate him. She was jealous of him, he had Brittany. Yea, she and B had been a thing, back in high school. Granted it was a secret thing, but they were both happy, just keeping their relationship to themselves. Then when they graduated and decided to move to New York so Brittany could pursue a dance career. They decided not to tell anybody then either, so they got a two bedroom apartment, to keep their parents from asking questions, dressed up the second bedroom as someone slept there, but they both shared a room.

And they had for the past nine years. But for the past year they have been sleeping in their respective bedrooms. About a year ago, they sort of feel out of whatever they had. Brittany had her dance studio, and Santana had her cheerleading. Between both schedules they didn't have time for each other. Then one day, Brittany hired a male teacher to help with a new ballroom dancing. They started hanging out, and then he asked her out not knowing that she was already taken. She came home and they discussed it. After more than three hours they decided that it would probably be best, if they take a break and try dating other people, whether it is men or women.

And that's where they were, it's been a year since she had started dating Bobby. She had to admit that they looked good together, and yea she had tried dating, but nothing compared to Brittany. She closed her phone after leaving a message saying she was sorry for running late, but she would be home soon. She had promised Brittany to help pick an outfit out for her one-year anniversary with Bobby. Brittany had been so excited, he had promised that he was going to take her out to a movie then dinner, then back to his house or some wine and "alone" time.

Santana decided to call Brittany's dance studio and see if she was still there. The chances were slim, but it didn't hurt to call.

"Thanks for calling Brittany's Dance Studio. This is Nancy how can I help you?" an older woman's voice softly spoke on the other end of the phone.

"Hey Nancy, its Santana. Is Brittany there? I've tried her at home but nobody answered, so I figured she might still be there."

"No honey, she actually left early today like around 11. She said she wasn't feeling good and needed to go home. She had Lisa cover her classes all day today. She didn't call and tell you?" There was some worry in her voice.

"No she didn't. Huh. Ok, well thank you. If she wasn't feeling good, then she is probably asleep at home. Thank you." She hung up the phone after hearing a "you're welcome" and pulled up into her driveway.

She sighed a relief when she saw Brittany's car in the driveway. She got out of her car, picked up from the front door mailbox and walked in. There was an eerie silence as she closed the door behind her. She looked at the mail, junk, junk, bill, and then a letter caught her eye. It was labeled, Ms. Lopez and Ms. Peirce. She looked in the corner to see who it was from. Rachel Hudson, no, it couldn't be. She ripped open the letter, though it was against the rules that her and Brittany had set up, no opening each other's mail, and if it was addressed to both, they both had to be present. But she didn't care she had to see if it was the same Berry that she went to high school with.

Dear Santana and Brittany,

Yes Santana you read the return address right. It does say Hudson; yes Finn and I did marry. Now on to why I am writing this letter. As you know our ten year High School reunion is coming up and I am writing all our fellow Glee members to see if they are coming. Cause I would like to get everyone together to perform at the reunion. You two are the only ones that haven't responded, and that's because you two were the hardest to track down. So please send me an email, or write me back with a response. I hope you two are doing great. Glad to see you're still together after all these years. Hope to see you.

Rachel Hudson *

She shook her head. Put the letter in her pocket and climbed the stairs to the bedrooms. As she neared the top of the stairs she heard sobbing coming from her friends bedroom.

"Britt, are you crying?" She opened the door slightly to see the blonde lying down in a fetal position holding her duck stuff animal, and didn't even notice Santana's presence. Even as the girl sat down on the bed and stocked her hair.

"B, what's wrong. Honey talk to me." The Latina stroked the hair away from the small girl's face.

Brittany opened her eyes. She calmed down her crying and looked up from her stuff animal. She hiccup and sat up tears still rolling down her face. Santana climbed the rest of the way onto the bed and sat crossed legged across from Brittany with complete concern on her face. Everything from that day, what was done, what she was going to say just went out the window; all her focus was on the girl sitting in front of her with tears flowing down her face.

"What's wrong, you're making me nervous here. What's wrong did something happen between you and Bobby?"

Brittany just shrugged her shoulders and looked up to meet brown eyes looking intently at her. She took a deep breath and decided to just tell her what's wrong or she wouldn't shut up.

"Bobby and I broke up." She said looking to the brown eyes as they widened with confusion. But before she could say anything, Brittany continued, "Before you go hunting him down," she placed her hands on Santana's hands, "it was mutual breakup. He umm... didn't want to make a commitment in which he wouldn't be one hundred percent involved."

Santana looked at her, "What commitment? What are you talking about?"

"I'm pregnant."

That's right. I left a cliff hanger. Wow! It feels good to write again. I haven't written anything in almost 2 years. And it feels good to be back. Make me feel the love with some reviews. I will try to get the second chapter up ASAP. I have a full story in my head, and it goes awhile. So hopefully I can get it done!