"Are you sure you're okay?" asked Quinn in the driver's seat of her car.

"I'll text you when I want to be picked up" replied Brittany as she took off her seat belt and reached for the car door handle in the passenger's seat.

"Call me if things get bad!"

"I'm not here to fight with her Quinn. I just want to see her...I need to talk to her".

"I know but call me if you need me".

"I will" said Brittany as she pushed open the car door and stepped out.

Brittany took one last look at Quinn and gave her a half smile. Quinn smiled back and waved and off she drove. Brittany looked up at the bungalow styled home in front of her and took a deep breath. She couldn't believe she was approaching Santana's door step, after what she did to her a mere three and a half months ago. As she got to the front door, a sudden wave of sickness came over her. She turned around and shook her head.

"What am I doing?..." she whispered to herself.

She stood in the driveway for what seemed like minutes when really it was probably a minute at max. She turned back around and headed for the door. Just before she could ring the door bell, the door swung open and out popped Santana.

"Brittany..." she said.

Brittany paused in shock as she stared at the one person she had missed the most in the last three months.

"Hi..." replied Brittany.

"What are you doing here?"

"I read the letter".

"When did you get home?"

"Yesterday..."

"How did the rest of the movie shooting go?"

"It turned out well! We just have to wait a few more months then we'll be receiving a copy in the mail".

"That's great!"

An awkward silence fell over them both as they stared at the ground in front of them thinking of what to say next.

"I-I-" they both said at the same time.

"Sorry you go first" said Santana.

"No, please..." replied Brittany.

"I'm happy you came".

"...so am I".

"I was just on my way out to the grocery store. I'm hosting a work party tonight..."

"Sorry I caught you at a bad time".

"No, no, it's fine".

"We can talk another time".

"How about you stop by tonight? After the party is over".

"How late are we talking here Santana?"

"Not late...most of them are older so I'm sure they'll all be gone by ten the latest".

"Ten thirty sound good?"

"Yeah..."

"Well don't let me keep you" said Brittany as she stepped out of Santana's way.

Santana nodded and headed towards her car in the driveway. When she saw her car was the only one in the driveway she turned back around with a confused look on her face.

"Did you cab here or something?"

"Quinn drove me".

"Is she hiding around the corner and waiting for you to be done?" giggled Santana.

Brittany hadn't heard that sound in ages. She smiled to herself then looked up at Santana.

"No, I told her I'd call her when I needed to be picked up".

"Do you need a ride back?"

"I don't want to intrude on your plans".

"It's fine, really!"

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure".

"Thank you..."

Brittany made her way to the passenger's seat of Santana's car. They both got in and fastened their seat belts. Santana started the car and without a word to each other they were on their way back to Brittany's condo. They were silent for half the ride, only the CD in the player playing in the background. It wasn't until Songbird came on and Brittany changed the song that Santana piped up.

"Hey! Change that back! I love that song!"

"I can't listen to that song right now Santana".

"Why? It's a good song".

"I just can't..."

"Give me one good reason why".

"I don't owe you an explanation for the song change".

"Come on! You used to love that song too!"

"I know I did".

"Then why are you changing it?"

"Because Santana..."

"Because why?"

"Because it was our song! Your song to me! The first song you ever sang for me privately! A song that reminds me of us but we're not an us anymore, remember?! You cheated on me and you packed your bags and left! I haven't seen you in three and a half months, I haven't spoken to you, texted you, e-mailed you! That's why Santana! That's why!"

A silence came across the car yet again as an upbeat Ke$ha song played in the background. Brittany sat in the passenger's seat looking out the window as Santana tried to focus on the road in front of her with tears streaming down her face. Brittany looked over and saw that Santana was crying.

"I'm sorry..." said Brittany.

Santana stayed completely silent, just tears.

"Look at me..." said Brittany.

Still nothing from Santana.

"Look at me!" piped Brittany.

Santana slowly pulled over to the side of the road and looked over at Brittany, fighting back anymore tears she may of had in that very moment. Brittany wiped the tears away from Santana's face.

"I didn't mean to snap at you" said Brittany.

"I deserved it" replied Santana.

"No you didn't!"

"I do!"

"Don't say that..."

"I fucked up Brit! I fucked up! I cheated on you and you were mad. You were so mad you wanted me gone and I tried, I really did. I tried to bring myself to sticking around. I should have forgot what you told me and stayed. I didn't try hard enough. I just let you go but it's only because I love you! I wanted to give you space...time...time to think about everything. I should be the one apologizing! I hurt you! I ruined a chance at marrying the best thing that ever happened to me! I'm an idiot!"

"Don't say that..."

"I am! I'm a total fucking idiot! I don't know what I was thinking! I wasn't thinking..."

"What you did to me...you betrayed my trust. I can't just sit back and forget that happened...I mean I won't just forget".

"I know you won't".

"But it doesn't mean I'm not willing to let you earn that trust back".

Santana smiled and looked at Brittany.

"Really?"

"Yes, really".

Brittany smiled back. Santana looked at the time on the clock in her car and gasped.

"I'm running to late!" she piped.

"Just drive me home, I'll come over later".

"Are you sure?"

"Positive!"

Santana pulled back on to the road and began the rest of the drive to Brittany's. Both of them sat in silence yet again only it was a more comfortable silence. The kind of silence they were used to when they were together. The kind of silence where they knew what both each other were thinking at that very time.

Santana pulled up to the front of the condos and turned towards Brittany.

"Thank you!" she said.

"For what?" replied Brittany.

"For giving me a second chance".

"I'll be at your place for ten thirty".

"Sounds good!"

"Bye Santana!"

"Bye!"

Brittany got out the car and watched as Santana drove away. She couldn't wait to call Quinn and tell her everything but she mostly couldn't wait to go back to Santana's that night. Even though she hated her for what she did, she was hopeful for a brand new start.