So this is my first attempt at a Glee fanfic and I'd love reviews just to see what people think about it and whether I should continue or not. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy!
~Winter 2016
Santana braced herself for the freezing early morning, but the preparations didn't really matter. The cold hit her as soon as the doorman opened the door for her. She threw her cracked dry hands into her pockets and burrowed her nose into her scarf. For four in the morning she found a taxi easily, that's why she loved New York no matter what time of day or night the city lived, it breathed, it exhaled and inhaled. Not Lima, she spent her nights in Lima in the back of boys' cars driving from one party to the next giggling with Quinn and… It always came back to Brittany, no matter how hard she tried. Even a bitter wind brought her back to Brittany. She hated it.
~ Summer 2012
Here they all were, for the last time before they all were swept off into the future. The fucking Glee Club had become some sort of screwed up family to Santana. It still made her relatively uncomfortable. Not Brittany though, with them she was in her element. She was the happiest when she was dancing with Mike or singing with Kurt. Santana had come to the party alone, telling Brittany she would meet her there. Usually she would bend to Brittany's pleading that they go together, today was different. She knew what she had to do and she knew that it would be better for Brittany, and that's all she really cared about what was best for Brittany. She gulped as soon as she saw Britt who happily giggled along with Tina and Mercedes on the other side of the pool. She stared at her until Quinn interrupted her with a perfectly manicured hand. "Fabray."
"Lopez." They both cracked a smile and Quinn wrapped her arms around Santana. "Remember the summer before ninth grade after we met at cheerleading camp? We spent it here at Brittany's pool."
"Three hundred and sixty degrees," Santana sighed. "I hated you."
Quinn smiled lovingly. "I hated you so fucking much. You were the kind of girl who Lucy Caboosey quaked in fear of and the kind of girl she, I, always wanted to be."
"I thought you were perfect and Brittany would love you more than she loved me."
"The three of us kind of loved each other though didn't we? You, me, and Britt?"
"The Unholy Trinity."
"We should have just been nice to each other."
Santana shrugged, "High school sucks."
Quinn realized suddenly that Santana hadn't taken her eyes off of Brittany the entire time. "You and Britt ok?" Santana turned to her with a look that only Quinn could discern. Quinn whose basement Santana had spent so many Friday and Saturday nights, Quinn who knew her too well, Quinn who knew about her and Brittany before anyone else and for some reason never told anyone. "What's wrong Santana? Even though your parents are moving to Miami you can still come back. You'll stay with me or Britt, or anyone in Glee Club. Lima is your home."
"I don't belong here Q."
"High school."
"No, not high school, Lima and me we're not good for each other." Brittany looked up from her fit of giggles to see Quinn and Santana. She leapt up and started to happily skip toward them. "Bye Quinn. It's been… well it's been interesting. Thank you."
Before Quinn could reply Brittany had jumped onto the both of them happily. "I don't get why they call us the Unholy Trinity but I'm so glad we've been trinified again."
Santana ignored what the blonde said. "Brittany I have to go soon."
"But you just got here," Brittany whined playfully, her bottom lip sticking out seductively beckoning Santana.
"Can we talk?"
"But we're talking right now."
"No, alone."
"You mean the talking where our tongues are really close?" Brittany mock whispered with an evil grin as she elbowed Quinn.
"Please Britt can you just come with me?"
Brittany nodded. She knew when Santana was serious and she had that look that she had to say something and if she didn't she would deteriorate right there. Santana nodded at Quinn then followed Brittany into the kitchen. Brittany edged herself on the counter and took Santana's hand. "Is everything ok?"
"You're going to Los Angeles Brittany and I'm going to New York do you understand that?" Santana couldn't make eye contact with the blue eyes so she stared at the muted blue tiles on the kitchen floor, which were all together unimpressive in comparison.
Brittany tried to raise Santana's chin to look at her eyes but she shook her off. "But we'll see each other still cause we're dating and that's what people who are dating do."
"Los Angeles and New York are 2,462 miles apart from each other." She dropped Brittany's hand.
"So?"
"Do you know how long a mile is Britt?"
"Not exactly."
"That's a long way. Longer than going to New York from Lima. And you know my parents are moving to Miami to be closer to family because of my Abuela and I'm not in school here anymore and my dad can be a doctor anywhere and I'm not going to be in Lima."
"So?"
"I can't Brittany. I can't do it. I'm not strong enough and I'll hurt you again and I couldn't live with myself if I did that so it's better this way."
"What way?"
Was she really going to make her say the words? "I am breaking up with you, to protect you."
Brittany's face dropped in some weird sort of recognition. Santana recognized that her brain was working, then some sort of illogical realization came. "Do you have another girlfriend?"
"Of course not!"
"Well you did it to everyone else. You slept with Finn when he was in love with Rachel. You stole Sam from Quinn. You slept with Puck when Quinn was pregnant with his baby. You slept with me when I was with Artie. Why wouldn't you do it to me? I can't do a lot of math San but I can figure that out." The words came out meaner than anything Santana had ever heard from Brittany, they brimmed with anger and sadness. Santana wanted to reach out and gently touch her hand but she had to do this.
"I would never do that to you. I love you."
"People who love each other should be together."
"It's more complicated than that. I'm protecting you."
"What if I don't want to be protected?" She swung down from the counter and pressed her lips to Santana, softly then harder under Santana finally moved her hands up to cup her cheeks. They could both feel the tears between them before Santana pushed Brittany away.
"You'll find someone better for you. I promise. I've hurt you too much and I can't anymore. This is a new start for you and if I took any bit of that away I could never forgive myself. Goodbye Brittany." She whipped away, wiping her eyes.
She had to pass Brittany if she went out the front door so she starting walking quickly toward the back. As soon as she reached the back fence she heard Brittany yelling behind her. "But I love you Santana. Please, please don't leave, please don't leave." She repeated please and I love you again and again and it took everything in Santana not to turn around. As she drove away she could see Tina and Quinn holding a crumpled Brittany on the side of the road as she wailed. She heard one last please and then all she could hear was the sound of the engine.
~Winter 2016
Santana had crumpled into bed as soon as she walked through the door and three hours later her alarm went off far too soon. She groaned and slammed on the off button. She pulled some clothes on without looking at them. She used to make sure everything was immaculate but college had turned her completely driven. She didn't have time for things like perfect ponytails and ironed cheerleading uniforms. She knew she still looked great so it didn't really matter, no one to impress anyway.
Her suitemate and friend Mia sat in the kitchen typing on her computer but Santana only had eyes for the coffee. "Your girlfriend has been calling and texting your phone non fucking stop."
"She's not my girlfriend."
"Did you leave again right from her apartment without saying goodbye?"
"You know I don't like sleeping in other people's beds. There's something unnatural about it." She used to have no problem sleeping in Brittany's bed or the bed in Quinn's basement where Brittany and she would sleep folded together perfectly, now it felt like cheating that. "Anyway she's a bit crazy."
"Hence the phone blowing up?"
"Exactly, hence the phone blowing up. Kapow!" The phone started ringing and Santana groaned but at Mia's knowing annoyed expression she picked up. "Hello?"
Ava came at her straight spitting fire. If she didn't have the palest skin Santana had ever seen she would guess that there was some Latin flavour in the girl. "I wake up and you're not fucking there again. Are you kidding me?"
"Calm down Ava, I had class early. I was there until like six am but I had to go." The lies always flowed easily with Ava, probably because she believed them so easily.
"Really?"
"Of course. Why would I leave a pretty girl like you in bed if I didn't have something important to do? You looked so peaceful I didn't want to wake you."
"How are you going to make it up for me?"
"I personally don't think there's anything to make up."
"Ignoring that comment, come to this new club with me tonight. Envidia."
"Envy? Do they seriously think that's a good name for a club?"
"I think it's sexy. Be there by eleven?"
"I guess I'll come."
"You guess?"
"It'll be a surprise."
"I don't like surprises."
"Mia's calling me I need to go."
"Santana, I do not like surprises."
"I think you'll like this one."
She hung up the phone and downed her cup of coffee. "Smooth," Mia said without looking up from her computer.
"As tequila."
"That actress is opening Envidia, you know the one."
"Which one?"
"Oh you know the one she's here promoting some new movie I just saw it on the news, oh my god what's her name. She's really beautiful you know the one."
"Though you've given me a lot to go on Mia I'm not sure blonde beautiful and in a movie really gives me a lot." Mia slapped Santana playfully on the cheek. "Ayúdeme dios que estoy viviendo con un loco."
"Don't curse me in your Diablo language."
"Don't slap me with your Diablo hands."
"Go to class."
"Will you come to Envidia with me tonight?" Santana pouted dramatically, draping her arms around Mia.
"If you're good."
"I promise mom I'll be so good!"
Santana and Mia artfully made their way into the club their hands encircled. Mia was straight, but had no problem with Santana's lifestyle and the two had been friends since they were roommates freshmen year. They never linked their pinkies though always held hands.
Santana arrived in New York heartbroken, which Mia completely understood because of some idiot basketball player who decided that two girlfriends were better than one. Santana didn't tell her much about Brittany, not even her name, it hurt too much to say it. Just that she was a girl and she loved her, but they couldn't be together. Mia didn't know that Brittany was really Brittany Pierce the famous actress and dancer. It only made it harder seeing Brittany's name plastered on billboards and on the cover of magazines. In the end Santana was more proud of Brittany than hurt and it made what she had done seem worth it. Brittany had made it just like Santana always knew she would.
Out of the haze of people she thought she saw an all to familiar black Mohawk and when she saw the face that went with it she gasped. "Mia I'll be right back I think I'm about to have a blast from my straight past." She hadn't seen anyone from McKinley since that fateful day, but she seemed to forget this as she ran up to Puck and threw her arms around his muscular body. "Noah Fuckerman!"
"Santana Blowpez? You're kidding me right? It's no way it's you Santana Blowpez fell off the planet and she's floating in space somewhere." She punched him playfully. "But seriously where've you been?"
"Here," she moved in a circle, "the centre of the universe. And you?"
"I'm a bodyguard. I'm one of Brittany's bodyguards." Puck had known Santana well enough to recognize the terror in her face at the name. He lifted a finger up and pointed at the blonde who was dancing feverishly on the floor. Brittany was the famous actress opening the club. Santana turned around to see her. She couldn't breathe, she couldn't hear, she could hardly see anything except for the dancer. "Don't run away." She knew Puck was yelling over the music but it sounded more like a faint whisper to her.
Suddenly Brittany looked for Puck and instead saw Santana. Santana gulped as Brittany stopped dancing and simply stood with hundreds of bodies writhing around her. She slowly started walking towards Santana until they were inches away from each other. Then Brittany slapped her.