Author: Gleeeeeeeek89
Rating: T but could change if I continue this. Don't know yet.
Description: What if you were given multiple changes to see what could have been? Would you want to explore them more? Or, would you want to go back to the life you've already created? This is a story about how Brittany left Santana to 'follow her dream' 8 years ago but was it a mistake? Was it really the right thing to do? Maybe fate has a funny way of showing itself.
Pairing(s): Brittany/Santana but maybe others if you guys want me to continue.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of the characters used in Glee.
"Miss, are you ready?"
Brittany looked up and saw a man, in his early 20's. He was tall, muscular, and had really big lips. As she studied his lips, she couldn't help but be reminded of fish. Trouty Mouth she thought to herself. As soon as the thought came to her mind, she glanced back down and started pouting.
"You know Miss, it's not too late."
She looked up. Confused by what the man was saying. He looked into her eyes and repeated himself.
"It's not too late."
Brittany crooked her neck slightly trying to study the man. She seriously had no idea what he was talking about.
"What are you talking about?"
Finally finding the ability to speak.
He looked at her and rolled his eyes. Brittany was starting to get angry. She didn't like when people would say stuff and not explain. It just made her feel small and stupid.
"You know what I'm talking about Brittany."
Her eyes widened. How did this man know her name? She looked down again trying to understand the situation. She realized that he still had her boarding pass and figured that's how he knew her name.
"I'm sorry sir, but just scan my boarding pass and let me get on the plane."
She forced a smile because she was utterly confused and she still felt a little angry.
The man looked at her quizzically and scanned the pass.
"Don't you ever wonder?"
She was about to pass him to go through the doors that lead to the plane, but she stopped walking. It's not like anyone was really there. She was heading to California from New York and it was 3am. It was a pretty dead airport.
Brittany stands there for a few seconds without turning around.
"Ever wonder what?"
She slowly began to turn her body to face the man.
Once she completely turned around, she noticed he was smiling. It wasn't an awkward smile like the other airport workers forced because they hated their job being cooped up in an airport servicing impatient people.
"You know what I'm talking about Brittany. Do you ever wonder 'what if'?"
Brittany's eyebrows began to furrow. Now this man was really confusing her. It was like he was trying to hint at something, but Brittany being Brittany; she wasn't very good at puzzles.
"Look here Mister," she started slowly walking towards the man. She was started to get angry. "I have no idea what the fuck you're talking about. So if I were you, I'd either spit it out, or just let me board the damn plane."
The man just shook his head slightly and started to chuckle.
This is what set Brittany off. She didn't want this anymore.
She turned on her heels and started walking towards the doors. Once she placed her hand on the handle, she froze. She wasn't sure if she heard him right. He did say it very softly.
She let go of the handle and again slowly faced the Trouty Mouth.
"I see that got your attention. Now, do you?"
She looked at him trying to process what he had just said or asked. Was her mind playing tricks on her? She needed to know for certain what he asked before she answered.
"What did you say?"
She perched her head on slightly on her shoulder so she could better hear him to make sure she wouldn't miss anything.
He cleared his throat and looked straight into her eyes.
"I said, 'was it worth losing Santana?'. Like, do you ever wonder what if?"
Yup, she heard him correctly. But now she was freaking out. Who the heck was this person and how did he know about Santana?
Brittany stood there staring into the hazel-green eyes. She couldn't form words. She just stared at him confused about what he just asked.
She shook her head trying to clear her mind.
"What are you talking about?"
Was she really having this conversation with some random dude?
"You know. Do you ever wonder what would have happened if you stayed with her? If you didn't leave her without saying a word on her 19th birthday?"
Okay, now Brittany was getting mad.
"I don't know who the fuck you are, but you know nothing about me! What, do you like stalk me or something? How do you know Santana? Did she put you up to this?"
After she said the last part, she knew it was impossible. She didn't tell Santana where she was going that night. She only told her parents. No one knew. She didn't want to hurt anyone. But she was following her dream. That's what Santana always wanted for Brittany, right?
"No. I do not stalk you. Santana did not put me up to anything. I don't even know her. Are you going to answer my question?"
He never changed his attitude. He was carefree. Happy even. And very calm. This kind of made Brittany angrier.
"Then, what the fuck are you doing trying to get into my business? I don't know you. You don't know me –" He cut her off.
"Actually, I do know you. I know you very well."
He started walking towards her. She wasn't sure if her eyes were playing tricks on her. As he approached her, his outfit changed.
How did he do that? Brittany thought to herself.
"I hated those clothes."
She looks at him confused and scared. Could he read her mind?
"And yes, I can read your mind. I am apart of you."
She shook her head and just wanted to get away from this creep.
As she started to turn, she noticed she wasn't at the airport anymore. She was in darkness.
"Fuck! Is this Hell? Am I in Hell? Or, am I dreaming? Yeah! That's it! I'm just having a bad dream. No, a nightmare."
Brittany couldn't move. She thought if she stayed still, maybe she'd wake up.
She closed her eyes, wishing she'd wake up.
"You're in no dream Brittany. And you're definitely not in Hell. I'm here to guide you. If you seek to be guided."
Brittany slowly opened her eyes. Maybe this guy didn't seem too bad. He wasn't evil looking. Funny maybe, but not evil.
"What do I need to be guided in? Are we going on a scavenger hunt?"
Hey, she was curious and confused.
"No Brittany. Remember that night when you left? Do you ever wish to take it back?"
She thought about the question. Not a day went by where she didn't think of the Latina. She just knew what she had to do. She had to follow her dream and let Santana follow her own. But everyday felt like she was missing half of herself. Yeah, she's dated people here and there, but never stuck with anyone. None of them matched up to Santana. They weren't Santana.
"Yeah. I think about that night everyday. Honestly, I wouldn't take it back because look at her now. She's a famous singer who has her own career in Europe. She has everything she's ever wanted."
Brittany started to feel her eyes filling with tears. She was happy for Santana, really happy.
She shook her head and stared into the man's eyes.
"She's better off without me. It's been 8 years to this day how could I change things even if I wanted to?"
The tears were now falling fast from her eyes. She regretted that night more than anything, but she never had the courage to go back. She didn't know how to explain herself so she sucked it up and continued on her own path towards her own dream.
"What if I could help you? Like I said, I'm here to guide you, if you wanted to be guided."
She looked up at him. He was smiling, teeth showing.
Before Brittany could say anything, she found herself jolting up from her bed. That was a crazy nightmare she thought to herself. But what did it mean?
She stay sitting up for a moment before she felt something or someone touch her lower back. She tensed at the touch.
"Babe, are you okay?"
She recognized the voice. No, it couldn't be. She turned her head and saw someone next to her. It was hard to see the person because it looked like it was still night.
Brittany turned the other way to see if there was a clock on the nightstand and there was.
3:17 AM
Before she turned around she felt the bed moving. It was like the other person was starting to sit up as well.
"B, is everything okay?"
It was her voice.
Brittany took a deep breath, closed her eyes and turned to face the other person.
She slowly opened her eyes and was met with beautiful brown orbs staring back into her crystal blue ones. She let out the breath she was holding and tried to come up with something to say.
"S-S-Santana?"