This is my first story.
English is not my first language, sorry for any mistakes made.
I like reviews, that way I know someone's actually reading :)
I DO NOT own Glee, If I did it would be all about Brittana

Chapter One:

Today was not supposed to be bad day, but guess it's not always the way you want. The smell of coffee filling the small place you found near your house makes you want to get another one, but you refuse the desire, it would be your forth. What a damn addiction, you think as you play with the empty cup, your index finger tapping the cold wooded table as your other hand supports your head.

You feel tired.

You've been trying to get gigs all week. It's the same routine every day. You go to an audition. They turn you down. It doesn't even hurt anymore, your mother's always told you it would be hard, because it's just hard and you're pretty sure that you're good, you've got the skills and the talent and it's their loss at the end of the day. What makes you sad is because you want money. You need it. You want a stable job that you actually enjoy doing it. Your parents keep helping you with the rent, and in the begging you were really glad, you're still are, but you know the shouldn't been doing this even though they say the same thing every day 'Don't worry sweet, it's just for a awhile' or 'You're amazing mija, I know we only talk on Skype but Sam is there for you'.

Your thoughts go to Sam; you're boyfriend, which according to your father, supports you. Ok, maybe he does, but it's not that important to him, he's got his own problems to deal so that leaves no space for you. You think this should bother you but honestly? You couldn't care less. You don't know what went 'wrong' with this relationship. You still like each other, but you both know it's not how it used to be. Now you just keep going, you guys moved in six months ago, share an apartment, nobody wants to change that, right?

You hear some hustling around you and snap out of your thoughts. This red-haired girl looks at you sympathetically and slightly shrugs her shoulder glancing at the sign in her hands written 'close' and you get it. You instinctively take a sip and sighs when there is no hot liquid hitting your tongue, you put down the cup and get up making your way outside the coffee shop.

One more time, today was not supposed to suck, but as soon as open the door you feel tiny wet drops hitting your face. Well it starts to drizzle, just what you needed right now. You groan trying to protect you hair, you told Sam you were going to crash at Quinn's but right now you're afraid you might get drowned on the way. What if the rain gets worse? No way. She lives four blocks away from you, and you're not feeling like getting a cab, actually you don't want to spend money. You hug yourself a little trying to get a little warm and start to move.

When you get to your building, you thank Lord for fact the rain didn't get worse and you're not soaked in wet. You stop by your door and it's about to search for your keys when you remember Sam is home, you make your way inside and the warmth fill your body, you kick off your shoes and turn on the lights.

"Sam? I'm home" You say loud as you leave your purse on the small table. When you hear no response you head to your room, as you approach you hear voices and frown, approaching the door slowly you make out what the sounds are. Moans. What?

"Sam?" you try to speak again it comes like a whisper as you open the door. You think everything is a blur because the first thing you see is blonde hair, but not the blonde hair you're used to. It's softer and longer. You blink twice and glance to the edge of the bed to see someone crouched under the comforter, and then it hits you. Your boyfriend is obviously going down on some random blonde chick. You gasp out and loud, your hand makes its way to your mouth as your eyebrows almost hit your hair line. You wish you could leave right now, you wish you were at Quinn's, but your movement gets their attention making the woman who is supporting herself with both elbows open her eyes and snap her head towards your direction leaving a big gasp too, her hand bringing the comforter who is already covering her breasts closer to her body. You thought she would look panic but you can't read her expression, she looks like she is confused. You don't even have time for that before your attention goes to another blonde getting off under the comforter so fast and miserably falling on the floor in his red panties and you'd laugh if this wasn't the situation and you're too damn shocked for that, he quickly gets up and you cross your arms in for the of your chest defensive.

"It's not what you think I swear I can explain" he's red, his cheeks and neck all flushed by now and your expression goes from surprise to anger, how can someone obviously cheat on you and use this fucking cliché phrase, like, why do people say those things. Fucking asshole

"You can explain huh?" you scoff laughing ironically "You can explain why you were eating her out? And 'It's not what you think'?" Your hands make exaggerate invisible quotes as you mock his voice. "You've got to be fucking kidding"

"I can really explain, I love -" he tries to walk closer to you, but you quickly stop him

"Don't" You put your hand signaling him to stop. He does what you say, too and start fidgeting with his fingers. Someone looks guilty

"Don't you fucking dare to say you love after this, don't you dare!" perhaps you're yelling right now but you don't really care. You want to glance at the blonde woman but Sam is blocking the view. You still don't know why she didn't ran trying to wear her clothes on the way but she is not the focus right, Sam is. Your mother tough you better. If you love you don't cheat, simple as that. You'll die with this in your head.

"San, I know that you are upset right now, I'm sorry, but please let me explain" He whines throwing his hands in the air

"I'm sorry? What do you think this is? Some shit joke you made that I didn't like it and now you're apologizing?" You scowl, this is fucking unbelievable. He opens his mouth but nothing comes out. So you continue and you think that the whole building can hear you.

"And fucking Christ, in our apartment? That's so fucking low"

"I know you don't believe right now but it meant nothing, I love-"

"Enough with this Bullshit Sam, fucking stopping telling that you love me " You slam your hand on the small table near the door almost making everything on it fall, you feel like crying, but there is no way you're going to let that happen.

"Hey, careful it's the watch I gave you "He warns looking at the table you just slammed your hand on it. He has to be fucking kidding right now. You don't know if he's for real, but that's it.

"Then you can fucking have it back" You're not thinking twice when you grab the small table watch that probably cost no more than seven dollars and throw with such force you didn't even know you had. But the scream you hear it's a feminine one and for one second you're confused but when Sam turns to look at the woman you realize the shit you did. The crook of her neck is bleeding, and you know you totally missed Sam out. Shit. Shit. Shit

"Holy Shit Santana!" He's about to make his way to her side but you don't let him. You don't want him here anymore. The talk it's over and you just want to get rid of him right now.

"Sam, out " You say as calmly as you can. He snaps his head to you, his features changing to a confused one. You can see his jaw clenching hard but you speak before him.

"Out of my house, now" You can't do this anymore, you just want him to get the hell out of your life and never shows up again, you turn to your side and points to the door.

"This is my house too!" He finally says, as if he was right.

"I pay the fucking bills, it's my house, get the fuck out of here" You he gets now because he looks pissed as he grabs his clothes on the floor, when he is about to wear them you tell him to get out again with his clothes in hands or you call the police, you think he tells something like 'fuck you" or "senseless bitch' before he storms out of the bedroom. You hear the front door being slammed and you feel like breathing for the first time since the whole situation.

You sigh and close your eyes, but when you hear a muffled pained moan, you remember your second problem. She's not the actual problem because even if she wanted to make a move on Sam, he was the one who should have said no, because he was committed to someone but the feeling of anger is there and you're not going to calm down any time soon. You turn to her and her eyes are closed her hand cupping her neck. You breathe the world fuck before storming into the bathroom. You open the cabinets trying to find your first aid kit, it's the least you can do it for her since you hurt her and even if you wanted to, you'd never do that , unless they really deserve, like Sam right now. You slam the cabinet and you think you broke some fragrance, but you don't care right now, you feel numb.

When you come back she's staring at you, biting her lip. She looks sad, remorseful in a way. You throw the aid kit on the bed and make your way around it to sit in front of her. You think twice and decide that it's better if you do it, you learned how with your dad and besides that if you let her, she'll have to go to bathroom and it'll take a lot of time, time that you'd rather to spend alone. And this is a great way to apologize, what if this chick is crazy and tries to sue you.

You try to be a little gentle when you take her hand of her neck, but it's difficult. She doesn't understand what you're doing but let you guide her hand to her lap. You open the first aid kit and grab some antiseptic solution putting on the cotton ball and you glance at her before applying, she nods a little surprise, because really, who would do this?

You start cleaning and once you clean the blood, you see the cut it's not that deep. Your thoughts go back to Sam and the anger starts to rise. It hurts. You're not sad because he cheated on you, you're sad because you're not good enough to make someone stay. You're not good enough to make someone wants only you and-

"Stop it's hurting" You feel a warm hand pulling your arm a little, and you realize you just put a lot of pressure on her cuts. You blame Sam.

You just look at her and she quickly loses her hold, letting you continue your work. You just glance at her sometimes and she's biting her lip really hard, like she's thinking too hard, or is in pain.

"I- I didn't know you-" She tries but you can't hold a conversation, or an apology right now.

"Don't" You interrupt her but she tries again.

"I would ne-"

"I said stop!" You say a little louder and she shuts. You're so frustrated right now you can't even put her bandage, cause you're hands are trembling with every type of feeling right now.

She bends down a little to give you better access sensing your difficult and the comforter slides down a little making visible her cleavage, and she's clearly not giving a fuck. You bring your index and middle finger to her chin and gently turn her head to the right to see your work, it's not perfect but it serves. When she turns her head back, her cheeks and neck are all flushed. You would be amused if this wasn't the situation. All you can think is Sam cheated on you in your own bed.

"Done, sorry it wasn't supposed to hit you" Your voice is low and cold. You get up from bed and you think she said something but you ignore it.

"Change and get out" You leave her in your room alone and go to the kitchen grab a wine.

You're on your second glass when she comes out, skinny jeans and a black tank top and it's just really awkward. You don't even look at her before going to the front door and opening it, when she comes closer you notice she's taller than you. You're about to close the door but she suddenly blocks with her body.

"I would never do it if I knew he had someone, he never told me that, I'm really sorry" She looks genuinely sad and you just sight as she leaves. You close the door and rest your head against it.
What a fucking stressful day, you hit your head against the door before heading to shower. You don't even bother to change the sheets. You just fall on bed and when you can't hold anymore, you cry. You cry because being cheated hurts. You cry harder cause you don't feel that sad that you broke up.

Should I write another chapter?
Thanks for reading !