Diclaimer : I don't own glee

Synopsis : Set 6 months after the Brittana wedding. Rachel is still in Lima, struggling with her life and Santana's marriage isn't what she thought it would be. When everything falls apart both girls meet again in Lima.

A/N: I didn't watch season 6 so sorry if the time line is a bit messed up. I know you can't be teacher like that but it's glee so…


Chapter 1: Hit a wall

Lima

6 AM, Rachel's alarm rang, announcing the beginning of another week. The girl dragged her tired body toward the bathroom. Like every day for the past six months, the diva got ready for her job as an English substitute at McKinley, in addition of being the glee coach. What was supposed to be a temporary solution in Lima while she was finding her way back to New-York had dragged on… Thankfully, her dads had agreed to delay the sale of the house to let her live in it. In exchange, she had to pay all the bills.

The relationship with her parents had become complicated since their divorce and they weren't as present for her as they used to be. She never got a call-back for the audition Mercedes found her and as months passed, the help from her friends decreased. Kurt went back to New-York after Isabel agreed to give him his job back and Blaine simply followed him. Sam had found a job as a football coach in another high school and all the others were living their life.

Rachel sighed as she exited the shower. She felt herself surviving more than living these days. She had so much hope for the future, where did it all go wrong? She knew what happened; she had made one bad decision, one greedy mistake which cost her everything. She had been a fool to think the fame of Hollywood was what she needed. Broadway was all she wanted and she had ruined her chance. Maybe it was karma and she was stuck in Lima to learn her lessons…

The brunette quickly got dressed before leaving her room. She had abandoned her morning ritual for a while now, too exhausted and depressed to work out. She made her way to the kitchen and filled her travel mug with coffee. She grabbed some fruits and her car keys before leaving the house.


Los Angeles

Santana was slowly making her way home after spending her day with Mercedes. She had been married to Brittany for almost 6 months now and the reality of being married young had already hit them. Merging their life seemed to be more complicated than they had expected, especially for Brittany who thought the married life would be different.

To be honest, the Latina wasn't looking forward to come home. They were fighting almost every day over everything, schedule, chores and bills… As she put her key in the lock, she heard voices coming from inside her apartment. She frowned, her wife was supposed to be at her dance studio.

The tan girl carefully entered her apartment and dropped her bag on the floor to get the baseball bat she always kept next to the door. She slowly followed the voices that led her to the living room and what she saw made her drop the bat in her hand. Here on her couch was Brittany, half naked and on top of 'he's only my friend Josh.'

The noise of the baseball bat hitting the floor caught the blonde's attention. She squealed and fell from the couch. She quickly got up and looked at her wife wide eyed. "San!? That's not what you think."

"Oh really? Because I think it's more than clear." Santana replied, her voice full of anger and sadness.

"We were… we were just…" The dancer stuttered, desperately trying to come up with an excuse as she slipped her shirt on.

"Rehearsing!" Josh finished as he closed the zipper of his jeans.

The Latina laughed humourlessly before glaring at him. "If you want to keep your dick, don't talk."

"Santana! Please." Brittany tried to approach her wife but Santana took a step back.

"Don't touch me. How could you do this to me?" The singer choked. "I love you! You are my wife!"

"I know! I love you too but we always fight and it makes me sad and Josh was there…" The blonde explained lamely.

"So you just fuck the first person that comes around!" The tan girl shouted, fighting hard to hold back her tears.

The dancer shook her head vehemently and stepped closer to her lover again. "That's not what it is. Josh was just trying to help and…"

"I bet he was!" Santana cut her off before pushing Brittany away from her and moving to their bedroom.

"What are you doing?" Brittany asked frantically as she followed her wife.

"Getting my stuff and leaving." The singer stated as she reached the room and grabbed her duffel bag in the closet. "I can't even look at you right now."

The blonde's eyes went wide in panic. "You're leaving me?"

"Don't even try to act like a victim, you're the one who's cheating on me!" Santana hastily put her clothes in the bag before going to the en-suite bathroom to get her toiletries.

"You can't leave me, I'm sure we can get over this!" Brittany begged with tears in her eyes. "I'm sorry, it won't happen again. I'll do whatever you want me to."

"There's nothing to get over, we're done." The Latina said coldly as she made her way toward the front door.

"Santana, please! I'm sorry."

"Goodbye." The tan girl slammed the door behind her and rushed outside to get a cab to go to the airport.


Lima, a month later

Rachel was grading some papers and sipping wine when her phone rang. "Hey Kurt, how are you? Are you calling about Glee, can you finally come for the duet theme I'm planning to do?"

"Hey, diva, I'm good." Kurt cleared his throat. "That's why I was calling actually… Isabel asked me to organize an event so I won't be able to come to Lima and help…"

"Oh, well, I understand, work comes first." The diva answered, trying to hide her disappointment. It wasn't the first time that one of the former gleeks cancelled their plans but every time, she kept hoping it would work out. Silly her… "It's okay, I'll delay this exercise." She opened her planner and checked when she could reschedule her class. "Is next month would be okay with you?"

The blue-eyed boy hesitated for a moment. "I'm not sure if we'll be done by then and I don't want to make a commitment I can't keep..."

The brunette sighed tiredly. "It's perfectly understandable, Kurt. I… I'll figure something out, don't worry." She heard people whisper behind Kurt before the man talked again.

"I'm so sorry, I have to go. We have a meeting. Love you. Bye." The man hung up.

"Bye…" Rachel sighed sadly again. "Well, looks like I'm on my own, as always…" She poured herself another glass of wine and continued her grading.


The next day, Santana was lying on her bed in her parents' house, still refusing to go out. As she started another episode of Pretty little liars, her mother entered the room.

"Mija, you can't stay here moping all day. You need to go out and see people." Mrs Lopez looked sadly at her daughter and the poor state of her bedroom.

"My wife cheated on me and I had to leave LA for Lima. So yes, I can because I'm definitely not in the mood to mingle with the losers of this town who all have an opinion on my failed marriage." The younger Latina snapped as she pulled the sheet closer to her face.

"Oh, baby…" Maribel moved to sit on the side of the bed. She reached out and affectionately tucked some hair behind her daughter's ear. "I know you're hurting but you need to start living again. I'm not saying it will be easy but it will get better. One day at the time…"

"I don't know if I can..." Santana leaned in her mother's touch, finding comfort in it.

"Of course you can." Her mother interjected. "You are a Lopez, you can do anything."

The ex-cheerleader smiled slightly. "Yeah…"

Mrs Lopez smiled back before clearing her throat. "Brittany called again, maybe you could…"

"No!" The singer cut harshly.

"Santana…"

The younger Latina shook her head. "No, I don't wanna talk to her."

"But how can you fix things if you're avoiding her." Maribel pointed out.

Santana scoffed. "There's nothing to fix, she's dead to me!"

Mrs Lopez sighed. "Santana, you know it's not true. You still care or you wouldn't…"

"I don't want to talk about this!" The ex-cheerleader cried before brutally turning to face away from her mother.

"Well you have to because if you don't want her in your life anymore, you need a lawyer…"

"Mami, please…" The younger Latina begged, her voice breaking.

"Alright," Maribel stood up and started walking toward the door before stopping. "I'll let it go for this one but we're not done with this talk. You're a grown up, Santana, you need to act like it. Now stop watching this stupid show and get dressed, I need you to run some errands for me."

"Why?" The singer whined.

"Because I say so." Santana's mother stated.

The ex-cheerleader snorted despite herself. "I though you said I was a grown up."

"Yes, a grown up who leaves under my roof so put some clothes on and meet me downstairs." Mrs Lopez ordered before leaving the room.

Santana growled and hid her face under the cover. "God, I hate my life…"