It's a Gleeful Life
Chapter One
"You know I will always love you the most."
The words from that day in the choir room echoed in my mind. Santana had thought saying those words would make our unofficial breakup sting less. All it did was leave a huge hole in my heart.
The unofficial breakup was the worst day of my life. It wasn't like I had bad days before. This was worse than the depression over Britney week. Last time, Santana was around when we had our combined Britney fantasy. I had not only lost my best friend, but my soul mate.
It had been a week since our breakup. I stood isolated in my room with a playlist of Landslide, Songbird, If I Can't Have You, and Mine on repeat on my iPod touch. I had shut off my phone to avoid the inevitable phone calls and text messages from the glee kids. I had also missed phone calls from Santana and text messages.
There was a knock on my bedroom door. "Brittany?" my Mom said with concern. I ignored my Mom. I was hoping that if I didn't respond that she would leave me alone. My Mom opened the door and walked into my room. She held a plate of spaghetti and meatballs. "Honey, I've made your favorite."
"I'm not hungry," I replied with a sad sigh.
"You need to eat something," my Mom pointed out.
"I need to be alone," I said.
"You've been cooped up in your room for over a week."
"I'm never leaving my room again." My Mom looked at me sympathetically. She attempted to put her hand on my shoulder for comfort, but I moved back.
My Mom sat down on the corner of my bed. "I know things are bad right now, but I guarantee you that you won't feel this way forever," my Mom explained.
I sat up. "If I weren't so stupid, I could've gone to college with her." I bit my lip. "This breakup would have never happened." I tried my hardest last year and it still wasn't enough.
"You are not stupid," my Mom replied. "I don't want to hear you talk about yourself badly." I stood quiet. "I'm going to leave a plate outside the door if you change your mind." I reluctantly nodded. My Mom left my bedroom door closed.
I stared at a picture taken of Santana and me during our sophomore year. In the picture, Santana kissed me on the cheek. There was a hint of a blush on my cheeks in the photo. "It would have been better if Santana and I never had sweet lady kisses," I said in my mind. "If we never dated..." I took the picture frame and threw it against the wall. The glass from the frame shattered into pieces.
I closed my eyes. "I wish Santana and I never had sweet lady kisses," I repeated to myself. I eventually fell asleep.
I wound up in a white room. I looked around the room. "Where am I?" I asked confused. I noticed a familiar figure in the distance. The figure came close enough for me to recognize. "Sugar?"
"You wished that you and Santana never dated," Sugar explained. "I am going to show you a universe where that never happened."
A/N: This idea has been nagging me since The Break Up aired. If anyone is reading New Beginnings, I have hit writer's block with the story. I changed the point of view in this chapter. I have a tumblr (spash4life) if anyone wants to follow me.