Brittany arrived at the condo with all her bags. She was scared to go up, she didn't know if Santana would still be there or not. She hadn't spoken to her since she told her to pack her things and leave. She missed her. She wished she hadn't seen them kissing and that it had been kept a secret. She wanted to marry her, she wanted to spend the rest of her life with her but in her eyes it was too late. Santana had probably already packed her things and moved. She had no clue where she would be and if she had decided to move on after not hearing from her in the past three months.

The wrapping of the movie was something Brittany was dreading the whole time. She didn't want to have to come back to an empty room. She wanted to be holding hands with the one person who made her the happiest but that person ruined everything for her. She climbed reluctantly pressed the button to the elevator and made her way up to the condo. What if Santana was still there? Would they sit and relive what happened and get nowhere with it? Or would they try and fix things? She pulled the keys out and slowly opened the door. No sign of Santana.

Brittany placed her bags down at the door and went through each and every room, Santana's office being the last. When she opened the door, she saw everything was gone. She sat down in the empty room and began to cry. Why did she feel this way? She should be happy that she was gone. Santana cheated on her with one of her co-stars and she thought that everything was gonna be okay? She sobbed in the middle of the room for what seemed like an hour. When she finally composed herself, she made her way out to the living room. She sat on the couch and looked around the room. Everything that could have reminded her of Santana was gone. Maybe this was a good thing...she could now move on herself.

She went to pick up the remote for the TV and saw there was a letter sitting on the table. Oh no! Something to remind her of the love of her life. She picked it up and read the letter to herself. The letter stated,

B,

I'm sorry for what I put you through. I never meant to hurt you, I just got caught up in the moment because you weren't around. You were so busy with the movie that we didn't get to see each other and she made an effort to visit me and be around me. I fell for her because she was there for me. She listened to me and hung out with me but what I should've been doing was coming to you. I am so sorry that I did this to you. I know you probably hate me right now but I need you to know that I will always love you, no matter what. I couldn't stick around for your return because I knew I'd be a mess. I am a mess. I don't know what to do or say that could make you forgive me. If you decide you want to talk, here's my new address: 204 Hurley St. I hope you decide to come and talk because it's killing me not being around you. I miss you. Always and forever,

S

Brittany began crying again. This is exactly what she didn't need. A way back to someone who hurt her so badly. She sat and contemplated the letter. Should she leave the condo right now and head over to her place or should she think about it for a few days? She didn't know what to do. She was so torn over the whole thing. Santana had really hurt her. She cheated on her with an engagement ring on her finger. It wasn't like they had only been dating for a few months, this was a relationship that Brittany wanted for the rest of her life and Santana betrayed that relationship.

She picked up her phone and dialed Quinn's number. Maybe Quinn had seen her recently and could help her make the decision.

"Hello..." answered Quinn.

"Quinn..." replied Brittany.

"Brittany?..."

"It's me...I'm back. I just got into the condo not long ago".

"Are you okay?"

"Not really..."

"Santana told me everything".

"And?..."

"I'm so sorry Brit! She's an idiot! I can't believe she would do that".

"How come you never called when you found out?"

"I didn't want to bring it up. I knew once you got back we'd have to discuss it but it was too fresh to be calling you and talking about it. You were shooting a movie, I didn't want to ruin it for you".

"Is she okay?"

"She's devastated Brit. She hasn't come out or talked to me. She told me the second she got back but since then she won't speak to me. She feels incredibly horrible for what she did. She's really hoping you'll go visit her".

"I know, I read the letter".

"So are you gonna go?"

"I don't know? Should I?"

"I think you should. You two never really talked it over, you were mad and just told her to get lost so she did. She's been a hermit ever since. She only goes to work then back to her place".

"How far is it from the condo?"

"About a twenty minute car ride. It's not too far from mine".

"Can you pick me up and bring me there?"

"Of course!"

"Tomorrow?"

"What time?"

"I'll call you when I wake up?"

"Yeah sure!"

"I'm scared".

"Don't be sweetie! She's probably more scared than you".

"You think?"

"She doesn't want to lose you Brit. She's still wearing the ring, in hopes you two will work things out".

"She's wearing the ring?"

"Yeah..."

Brittany paused for a minute. She was really choked up thinking about Santana. She wanted nothing more then to see her.

"Brit..."

"Yeah..."

"Call me in the morning okay?"

"Yeah..."

"Go get some rest!"

"Quinn..."

"Yeah..."

"I still love her too you know".

"I know you do".

"I'll talk to you tomorrow".

"Bye sweetie!"

"Bye!"

Brittany hung up the phone and started to cry again. She had a feeling there would be a lot more tears tomorrow. She grabbed her bags from the side of the doorway and brought them into the bedroom. All she wanted to do was sleep so that tomorrow would come. She wanted to hear what Santana had to say and she wanted to see her beautiful face. As much as what Santana did really hurt her, she wanted to make things right.

After unpacking she climbed into bed and laid there. It took her so long to fall asleep because Santana wasn't there beside her. She closed her eyes and took in deep breaths. The room felt so empty without her, the bed even more so. Finally after a couple of hours, she fell fast asleep. In about twelve hours she would be in Quinn's car heading to Santana's place. She didn't know what she was going to say but she knew it was the right thing to do.