Brittany.

The first week of living in New York was confusing. I had no idea where anything was and Rachel was too busy to follow me around all the time holding my hand when I cross the street. Each day that went by I missed Santana more and more. I had cried myself to sleep last night thinking about the eleven hour distance between us. As if she knew that I needed her, Santana had called me in the middle of the night. We talked for a bit and I knew that she needed me and missed me just as badly.

I hadn't started my job yet because I wasn't scheduled to start for another week. The job isn't that glamorous, although I was excited to be working at a real dance studio and teaching people. I would be more excited if I were doing my own choreography and teaching it to others, but teaching the Salsa and the Tango would have to do for now. Either way, I'd be doing what I loved and you can't really beat that.

Rachel left this morning and took the train to New Haven for the weekend. I was sitting on our sectional couch in our giant apartment with the TV on. Nothing interesting was playing so I was just channel surfing. Thankfully, I felt my phone vibrate and saw that Santana was calling.

"Hey beautiful." I answered.

"Hi baby." She said and I could almost hear the smile behind her words.

"How are you?" I asked and she let out a deep sigh.

"I'm tired. I've been job hunting all day. I figured if I'm going to be around here for a bit I better get some money coming in so I can save for when I come to New York." She explained.

"Yeah, that's a good idea. Any luck?" I asked.

"I talked to a few managers at different places but they all said they'd call me within the next week to set up and interview."

"That's good though. Hopefully you get one... I'm excited to start working in a week." I admitted.

Santana and I chatted on the phone for over and hour before she had to let me go so she could do something for Abuela. I hated saying goodbye to her, I wished we could just be on the phone constantly sharing our lives through soundwaves. Mostly, I wished that she were here with me and I could hold her hand and kiss her skin and feel her heartbeat. I decided I should do something productive instead of sitting around all day, so I put on some clothes and headed out the door. I went to the nearest grocery shop and picked up a few things. As I was walking into my apartment with my hands full, I ran into someone and dropped a full bag of groceries.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry." The girl said before bending down to help pick up the scattered food.

"I'll totally buy you new groceries if you want." She added as she saw my apples were bruised from the crash landing. I shook my head and smiled at the gesture.

"No, it's okay. Accidents happen!" I told her smiling wider. She smiled at me and nodded in agreement.

"I'm Brittany. Brittany S. Pierce." I told her reaching my free hand out.

"Sugar Motta." She said before taking my hand in hers.

"You just moved in here, right?" She asked. I nodded in response.

"You'll love it here. Everyone is really nice. They don't mind if you party whenever but they don't like it when you sleep in the hallway." She explained. I laughed at the image of curled up fast asleep in the hallway.

"I'll keep that in mind. Thanks for helping me pick up my groceries. I'm sure I'll see you around." I said as we went our separate ways.

When I got up to my apartment and walked inside, I felt a wave of sadness fall over me when I listened to the silence of my empty home. I missed Santana, and I even missed having Rachel around. It's lonely to be here by myself and it hurts my heart to be lonely. I tried to keep myself occupied by putting the groceries away and then doing some laundry that I'd been putting off. I turned my music up really loud to drown out that empty feeling I had inside. All the love songs reminded me of how much I missed Santana. I wondered what she was doing in Lima right now and if she was thinking about me too. I wondered if she was doing okay with everything she's going through and it made me sad to think I wasn't there to hold her and tell her it'd be okay when she's sad.

After a few hours of doing household chores and listening to music, I was exhausted physically and emotionally. I had cleaned the entire apartment from top to bottom and finished all of my laundry. I almost started doing Rachel's laundry but I know she's very particular about how her clothes are washed, something about fabric softener and separating lights, darks, and whites. I just throw it all in and hope it gets clean. When I finally sat down on the couch and turned the TV on I could barely keep my eyes open. I looked at the time and felt like an old lady when I saw it was only nine. My eyes fluttered shut after a few minutes of watching TV and I fell asleep. I woke up to my phone ringing and answered it without knowing who was on the other end.

"h-hello." I choked out half asleep.

"Baby were you sleeping?" Santana said on the other end. A smile instantly formed across my sleepy lips and I let out a deep breath.

"Mmm mmm." I hummed.

"Ha ha. I know your sleepy voice by now Britts. I can let you go back to sleep." She said in almost a questioning tone that sounded as if she didn't want to get off the phone. I didn't want to get off the phone either, I had been thinking about her all day. I guess that wasn't anything new, I was always thinking about her.

"No. I miss you." I told her. She sighed into the receiver.

"I miss you too. I don't think I'll be able to come visit as soon as I wanted." She replied and my heart sank.

"Why not?" I asked curiously as I sat up on the couch.

"I have a job interview and I really need to get the job. If I start right away, it might be a bit before I can get time to come there." She said. I felt the tears form in my eyes before I knew it was happening. I didn't usually cry so easily but my heart had been on an emotional rollercoaster for awhile now. I felt overly sensitive to everything and it really upset me to find out that I wouldn't be seeing Santana as soon as I hoped. I took a deep breath but it was staggered and I knew Santana heard it.

"Baby are you crying?" She asked with a worried tone behind her voice. I felt the tears fall down my cheeks and my breath get caught in my throat. I didn't want to be crying and I wasn't sure why I couldn't stop the tears from coming.

"mhm." I exhaled.

"What's wrong sweetie? I know it sucks that I can't come visit but is there something else bothering you?" She asked in a more serious tone.

"I-it's just that I m-miss you s-so much. I hate it here. It's so confusing and big and scary. There are so many people everywhere and I can't find my way around. I think my compass is broken because it keeps taking me to all the wrong places. Rachel's gone and I'm all alone in this huge apartment and I just hate it here. I don't want to be anywhere that you aren't. I just want to come back home." I explained through tears and deep breaths. She sighed into the phone and I knew that she felt bad. It wasn't her fault I was being such a baby.

"I'm sorry Britt. I miss you so much I can't even stand it. I know it's scary now because it's a big new city full of new places and people but the longer you're there the more comfortable you'll become. I know you'll like it soon enough. Maybe, we can get you a new compass? I wouldn't want you getting lost everyday on your way to work. I'm upset that Rachel left you all alone for the weekend when she knows how sad you've been lately. She should have stayed I mean Quinn could have came to her. I want you to come back home too but you're where you need to be babe. Just give it time and things will get easier." She explained. The tears had lessened and my breathing wasn't as erratic but my heart still hurt.

"I don't want to give it time. I just want to come back and be in your arms." I admitted.

"I know baby." She replied.

"This sucks." I said simply.

Santana and I spent the rest of the evening chatting on the phone about anything and everything. She kept my mind off the fact that I was alone and sad in my new home and I kept her mind off the fact that Abuela's condition was getting worse in the past week. She sang to me over the phone and I didn't tell her I recorded it so I could listen to it whenever I wanted. It was late when we finally went to bed with our phones resting next to our heads on speaker. I liked falling asleep with her on the phone because sometimes I'd wake up and listen to her breathing on the other end. It made me feel closer to her.

The next day I didn't wake up until after noon and our call had ended during the night. It usually happened that way because one of us would move in our sleep and accidentally hang up. I didn't feel like getting out of bed when I woke up so I just rolled over and hugged Rex tighter to my chest as I tried to fall back asleep. After about a half an hour of trying to fall back asleep I heard the buzzer ring out in the living room. I reluctantly got out of bed and stomped to the intercom box.

"Hello?" I said into the box not knowing how I was supposed to respond to the buzzer. I pressed the listen button and heard a man's voice on the other end.

"Hello, Brittany S. Pierce?" I heard. How did they know my name? Who was this man randomly ringing my buzzer.

"Depends who's asking. I'm not trying to get abducted again." I replied before hitting the listen button again.

"I have a surprise for you. I'm just a messenger." He said cryptically. I hit the door button and let him into the building. I waited by the door with my eye staring through the peep hole. I wondered what sort of surprise he was delivering and my heartbeat started quickening. I waited and waited for him to show up but it felt like he was never going to reach the other side of the door.

"Where the heck did he go?" I asked myself as I stared through the peep hole. I walked away from the door to distract myself as I waited for him to arrive. A minute or so later I heard a knock at the door and ran to open it. I love surprises.


There we have it. Sad Brittany alone in New York :[

JazzMonte- Glad you liked it, can't wait to write more the next chapter is going to be a good one I think :]

mixtapesandcellmates- brittana and faberry = endgame.

hlnwst- glad you like it as well, I love their apartment... I'm pretty jealous myself. wouldn't expect anything less from Rachel.

Jane- yay for the sequel and thanks for sticking with me.

AB- I can't wait for them to be reunited either. I hate writing them apart but it had to happen.

emmaisalesbian- it sucks to be in long distance relationships. i've done it before and it really just sucks that's all.

Bb- yay you're back too!

bitchtownexpress- thanks for reading rollercoaster of love and I'm really glad you liked it enough to follow the sequel hope you stick with me and can't wait to hear what you think of the story as time goes on.