The light peeks out of the curtain and hits you in the eyes as you slowly wake. Your head is a little fuzzy for a moment before registering where you are. A small smile pulls at your lips as you look down at the long tanned arms draped around your torso. Santana.

You are suddenly overtaken by the memories from last night. Your bodies are both naked under the covers from your night of love making. You had missed Santana. The Latina having left for a week to visit her friends and family back in Lima. You never expected to become so dependent in a relationship, but here are, not being able to last a week without the feisty Latina. There's just something about her that you can't get enough of. You observe Santana's face for a little longer, admiring the long lashes that brush her cheeks as she sleeps soundly, her mind some where else entirely. Your heart swells just looking at your girlfriend's peaceful face. You haven't said your 'I-love-yous' yet, but you know without a doubt that you do. You've just been waiting for the right moment to tell her.

The sound of your stomach grumbling reminds you of your hunger. You glance at the clock and read that it's only a little past nine-thirty. Santana doesn't like to be woken before ten-thirty or she'll be grumpy, so you gently extract yourself from the Latina without waking her. You smile again as you watch her sleep, her long raven hair spread out against the pillows and her body curling up into a ball in the spot you had vacated, grumbling at the loss of warmth. But she doesn't wake. You bend forward, resting your forehead on the Latina's gently, breathing in her intoxicating scent. Taking in the moment, you remember a time before Santana came into your life. When you spent your evenings alone and bored. Content with your routine, but not realizing how much you were missing out on. And then Santana came into your life, making you feel so loved. Your days were no longer caught in a monotonous routine, but now filled with excitement and joy.

Stepping away from your girlfriend, you slip into a pair of jeans and a t shirt you had left here among the collection of other things you have here in the loft. You grab your cellphone from the nightstand and make your way to the kitchen, starting the coffee machine andthen fixing yourself a bowl of cereal. The loft is unusually quiet today. With Rachel and Kurt deciding to stay a little longer with their friends and family down in Lima, it had just been you and Santana alone in the loft last night. And the two of you took full advantage of that, you think, remembering your night of reacquainting yourselves with each other's bodies. Despite the pleasure you both brought each other, you notice there was something different about last night. A certain urgency in the Latina's touches. As if she was afraid to let you go. But you brush it off as the Latina just missing you.

As you wait for the coffee to finish brewing, you spoon your cereal into your mouth and turn on your cellphone, opening up the Facebook app to kill time until your girlfriend wakes up. As you scroll down your news feed, what you see next is enough to make you freeze and drop your spoon. You don't notice the spoon clattering onto the floor, or the coffee machine beeping. All you notice is the food you just ate threatening to come back up as you stare at the photo in front of you. The photo of your girlfriend, locked in a kiss with a girl. A girl who is not you.. Brittany, you guess. Recognizing the girl from Santana's yearbook. Brittany. Santana's former girlfriend. Her first love. Tears rim the edges of your eyelids, and your chest is clenched so tightly you can't tell whether your heart is about to cave in or explode. But no matter how much pain the photo is bringing you, you can't take your eyes away from it. It isn't until you feel warm arms wrap around your waist from behind, and feel the soft breath of your girlfriend tickle your neck as she burrows her face into your hair. Instead of the fluttering feeling you get when Santana touches you, it burns like a hot brand and you feel your breakfast threatening to make an appearance again.

'I couldn't sleep without my beautiful girlfriend.' Santana mumbles into your neck. At this moment you snap out of your trance and open your mouth to speak.

'D-don't touch me' you manage to get out. It is laced with both venom and uncertainty. You feel Santana's arms stiffen around you before she turns around to face you. Her face is twisted with confusion and hurt. You notice she is wearing nothing but one of your over sized shirts. A sight that would have made you smile had the situation been different.

'Dani?' Santana says, her large brown eyes boring into yours. But you don't respond. You give no explanation. Not that you think you could anyways. All you do is stare right back at Santana. Your eyes now cold, face left with no trace of any emotion. Your cellphone hangs limply from your hand. You continue to stare as Santana's eyes drift towards the item in your hand. And in that moment, realization dawns on her face and is soon replaced with dread.

"Fuck!" Is all Santana can manage to get out before her body begins to violently shake. She doesn't now how she's going to fix this, but she knows she can't lose Dani.

"Dani, it's not-" Santana begins but is quickly cut off by you.

"Don't" You spit out. "Don't you dare try to defend yourself, Santana. Don't you even think about telling me this is nothing. Don't even begin to tell me that it means nothing." You don't know how you manage to speak up, but you are no longer frozen like you were before. Your whole body is shaking with anger, tears you were holding back now making their way down your cheeks. Santana reaches out to you, but you only step back and shake your head violently.

'Dani, please,' Santana chokes out, tears already streaking her face. "it was a mistake!'

'A mistake, Santana? No, a mistake is accidentally taking the wrong order at the diner! A mistake is writing the wrong answer on a test. But this, Santana. Kissing your ex-girlfriend when you're with me? That was no mistake.' By now tears are rapidly streaming down your face, showing no signs of stopping. 'J-just tell me why. Why did you kiss her? What did I do to have you hurt me so badly?' You barely make out before your throat closes in and you choke on a sob.

Santana's eyes widen in disbelief and she begins to shake her head rigorously.

"No, Dani! It's not like that! You did nothing wrong" She says desperately.

You simply look at your feet, no longer able to look at the source of your pain as you say your next words, 'Then it's her,' you begin, not able to say the girls name. 'You still love her, don't you? I was just a temporary replacement, wasn't I, dearest?', the last word you say with both sarcasm and sincerity.

Santana moves closer, this time taking you by the shoulders. You don't have the energy to move away.

"No, Dani. I want you." She says, her voice hitching. 'Yes, I love her...apart of me always will,' at this, your head snaps up and you make a move to step away from her, but Santana holds you there, desperate to have some contact with you. 'But I'm not in love with her. Not anymore.' Santana tries desperately to convince you, trying to make eye contact to no avail. 'I was scared' Santana whimpers. You look up at her this time, looking tired.

'Why were you scared, Santana? Because honestly, this isn't making any sense,' You say, the anger from before starting to ebb it's way back into your voice.

'I was scared, because I had this amazing girlfriend who made me feel things I never felt before. I was scared because here I was, Santana Lopez, resident bitch who despised everyone, was wanting to do things she never thought of doing before because of you. I was becoming this person I didn't recognize. I wanted to do anything for you, I wanted to travel, and see the world with you. And that scared me. Because things were moving so fast. I don't like change, Dani. It scares the shit out of me,' at this, Santana's voice wavers, 'It didn't matter how happy I was. The fact that someone had so much control over me, it scared me...so when I went back to Lima, there she was. Things were so easy with Brittany. She was my best friend...' You can't take this anymore. You push Santana away, going back into her room to put your stuff together.

'I don't want to hear about it, Santana.' Is all you say as you get your stuff together. Tears are long gone. All that is left is a cold, heavy rock in your heart.

'Dani, no! Please. Please don't go. Please, it won't happen again. Dani, I want you!' Santana says, rushing to grab your arm to stop you. You stop, looking at her numbly.

'Dani,' Santana's eyes never stopped crying, her body shaking with fear of losing the blue haired girl. "Dani, please. Stay.'

'I can't, Santana.' You answer, breaking both Santana's and your own heart as you walk towards the door of the loft.

But Santana doesn't let you go. She rushes past you, blocking your way as she falls to her knees and wraps her arms around you, her face pressed into your stomach as her body convulses violently with sobs.

'Santana, let me go.' You whisper tiredly. Santana only stands up, grabbing your face between her hands. She looks deeply into your eyes as she says her next words,

'I love you, Dani,' she tells you, eyes searching your own pleadingly, 'I love you, I'm in love with you. And I just can't. I c-can't let you go. Please, I promise it won't happen again. Please, stay with me. Don't do this.' She pleads one last time.

You close your eyes tightly. You had wanted to hear those words, and had been so prepared to tell the Latina how you felt about her. But you never wanted it like this. Not while your heart was breaking into a million pieces. You open your eyes again, and then slowly push Santana back into the door. You lean your forehead into hers, inhaling the girl's scent, reminding you of the moment you had this morning. Then you slowly lean forward, and with a slight pause, you close the gap, brushing your lips together. It isn't a deep, passionate kiss like the many you have shared before. No, it was like the very first kiss you had together. Soft and quick, but managing to convey so much emotion. You open your eyes again and are met with Santana's cautiously hopeful ones. What you say next is what breaks the both of you.

'Goodbye, Santana.' And with that, you move away from her as she is frozen in place. You open the door and step out, catching the sound of Santana hitting the floor and breaking into sobs. And that is the last you hear from her as you step out of the loft and out of the life of the girl you love.