AN: Hey guys, so first try at a fanfic but I've been writing for a long time so hopefully it's not too rough. This is a fanfic, emphasis on the FIC, but the flashbacks are based on my past experience with an ex so bare with me. I am trying to stay as true to the past as possible but I am def open to feedback and constructive criticism. It's a work in progress but I'm writing more as we speak. Thanks! xox Benji

Disclaimer: I don't own glee or any of the characters, nor do I own Fox. But I do own the ideas in my head that are now spilling on to this page painting this story you are about to enjoy... (I hope!)

Chpt 1

"Did you see that smokin' blonde on the dance floor?"

"Yeah, I couldn't believe how fluid her movements were, I could feel myself getting hot just watching her move."

"Right? God, I'm jealous of that girl."

"Who?"

"The one who has the balls to actually talk to her right now."

Santana stilled as she listened to the women conversing next to her at the bar. The woman they were describing sounded vaguely familiar, but that was practically a lifetime ago and there was no way it was who she thought it was. The lesbian club was packed as usual on a Friday night; it could be any blonde woman they were talking about. All the same, Santana found herself scanning the club for the woman she hadn't seen in nearly 5 years. It was something she found herself doing anytime she was out at a club or bar. If she was honest, she silently hoped to see her, even if it was just a trick of her subconscious. Her eyes came to rest on a blonde headed figure who was bending close to a shorter woman, probably trying to hear her better. As much as she didn't want to believe it, the figure looked undeniably like a woman from her past, even without seeing her face. Before she even made a decision, Santana found her feet deciding to cure her curiosity.

"Brittany?"

The blonde stilled for a moment before refocusing her attention on the petite Italian woman in front of her. That sounded way too familiar… But there isn't anyway it was her, even if it had the same soft tones just the way she use to say my name… I clearly need to slow down on the Long Islands… Brittany was lost in her own thoughts, smiling at the smaller woman who now had her hand brushing up Brittany's arm.

"Britt-Britt."

Yup, that's her, she's the only one who ever called me that and no one has since then… But how…? Nudging from the Italian woman snapped her back out of her thoughts. She was pointing behind the blonde and, though Brittany couldn't hear her, she knew the woman was telling her that someone wanted her attention. Brittany stood and started to turn around slowly, almost as if she was scared of what she might find when she did, or who.

Santana swallowed thickly, she hadn't thought this far through her plan and most surely did not expect the blonde to be her blonde. Use to be my blonde, she quickly corrected herself. As Brittany turn around, Santana took in everything she remembered and imagined. Still as physically tone as she was years ago, Brittany hadn't changed much. Her hair still fell in shimmering locks around her face, her movements were still as fluid as water when she moved, and her bright blue eyes were still just as intense and inviting as the first time Santana had let herself look into them. She was still holding herself with a confident poise that could only come from being in her element, and not realizing how amazing she looked. But there was something more there; Brittany's eyes held a look of independence and self-assurance that hadn't been there when they had parted.

While Santana analyzed her, Brittany let her eyes do a once-over, as well. Her dark hair was curled lightly at the ends and shone in the club lights. Santana's dark chocolate eyes brought a sense of warmth and mystery to her being. There were a few crinkles around her eyes from laughing and Brittany had to remind herself to breathe when she realized she hadn't been the cause of those lines. The tight dress Santana wore hugged her curves and Brittany could tell that the years in college hadn't worn on her figure much; she wasn't quite as toned but still very much in shape. Brittany had to wonder, though, at what felt so different about her ex-lover. As her eyes continued down Santana's body, she noticed the glinting diamond on her left hand. Brittany quickly brought her eyes back to Santana's and noticed the fire that used to be behind those eyes, the passion, was dimmed if not missing all together. Santana smiled at the blonde nervously and Brittany sat down again at the now empty table. Santana looked to the empty seat across from the blonde and then back to Brittany's eyes. She nodded slightly and Santana joined her, looking into her drink and playing with her straw.

"So.. Um, what are you doing here?" Brittany was the first to break the ice, though of course there wasn't really any silence considering the crowded club and bar.

Santana looked up and laughed, "I should ask you the same question, I do live here you know."

Brittany smiled and nodded, waiting for her to explain.

"I was invited to Quinn's graduation party, weird to think that she's already done with PT school. I feel like it was just last week when I walked in on her and Rachel having sex on our dorm floor since they fell out of her bunk."

They both laughed at the memory.

"I know, it's crazy that they finally got married, I'm so happy for them, though. They are good for each other and are really happy."

Santana smiled before asking, "So why are you here? I thought you'd still be back in Colorado or even on to California at this point."

"Yeah, I am actually in Cali now but Quinn also invited me to the party and since I had a break from performing I figured I would make the trip and see some other friends from Rockhurst, as well, while out here." Brittany sighed, this was weird talking to Santana like nothing happened. Her eyes were drawn to the ring again.

"So, how long?" She asked, tilting her head towards Santana's left hand that was playing with the straw.

"Oh, um, we've been engaged for 4 months. Haven't set a date yet, though." Santana gazed at the ring on her hand, a smile twitched at her mouth that didn't make it to her eyes. She reached over and absent-mindedly started twisting the ring with her other hand. "What about you, any new girls in the picture for you out in the mountains?"

Brittany's eyes stayed glued to Santana's hands, though, and didn't even acknowledge the brunette's question. "Why do you still have that?"

Santana's hands stilled and followed Brittany's line of sight to her right hand. "Oh… I don't know, I just never thought to take it off I guess."

"I would have thought you'd throw it away when I left," Brittany finally tore her eyes from the silver band and met Santana's eyes.

They stared at one another for several moments before Santana looked down again, a slight blush of embarrassment coloring her cheeks. "I did when I got home from the hotel that night. I was so mad at you, at myself, at the situation, that I threw it all at the trashcan in my room without even reading your letter." She chanced to look up and found blue eyes looking at her questioningly, so she continued. "A few hours later Moxie jumped into my lap when I was watching TV with Puck and was chewing on something. I pulled the ring from her mouth and put it in my pocket. Before I went to bed I finally read your letter, and haven't taken the ring off since." Santana shrugged like it was no big deal and took a sip from her drink, looking at the blonde over the rim.

Brittany again found herself lost in thought wondering why Santana would have that ring still even after all of this time. She smiled slightly as she remembered the day she gave Santana that ring, and chuckled as the events of that trip played out again in her head.