One month ago

"Britts! I'm home." Santana tossed her keys into the bowl beside the door, taking off her boots she strolled into the kitchen.

"Fucking pervs at the bar tonight, I know how much you and Quinn hate me working ther but the rent doesnt pay itself."

Santana moved to pour herself a glass of water.

"I wouldve gone all Lima Heights on their scrawny asses if they hadnt..."

"Brittany?"

Santana paused. There was no response. Her eyebrows furrowed together, trying to recall if Brittany had ever mentioned that she was going out tonight. Santana could find no such memory.

"Brittany, where are you babe?"

Santana walked towards her bedroom, her confusion grew as she noticed the door was shut. Santana turned the door knob feeling apprehension growing.

"What the...!"

Brittany lay in their bed.

Cuddled into a guy's chest.

Naked.

The blonde boy was woken by Santana's exclaimation. His head turned to face the intruder.

"Shit! Santana!" His face paled as he recognised a very angry looking Santana Lopez standing in the room.

"Sam...where are you going?" Mumbled a sleepy Brittany clinging to the boy's arm.

"It's not what it looks like Santana, I can explain!"

"Oh, i'm sorry but i think it's exactly what it looks like."

"Santana?" Brittany sounded meek

"Britts! What the hell?! Sam, get the hell out of my apartment before I decide to murder you. I think Brittany and I need to talk...in private."

Sam gathered up his clothes and left.

"San, I thought... the plumbing's different..." Brittany looked down, guilt marred her face.

Santana sighed (she knew those words would be used against her one day) before sitting down next to Brittany.

"Look, I'm not angry at you for cheati-doing whatever you did with Sam." Santana corrected herself at the last second.

Contrary to popular belief, Santana Lopez actually gave people a chance to explain themselves ("afores she ends them" anyway...)

"I know we're in this weird place now... Remember how I said that we're dating slash not dating?"

Brittany nodded, understanding that Santana had wanted a heads up on this.

"Sorry San. I didn't know he would come over...and it kind of just happened."

Santana took Brittany's hands into hers. "Like I said, I have no right to be angry anymore...okay? Maybe I'm a bit jealous...but I forgive you Britt."

Santana turned away and said. "I've been thinking for a while now...maybe we should take a break. Like an official one."

She met Brittany's eyes again.

"It's not fair on others like this. You'll be able to be with Sam properly...and i won't have to threaten people's lives again."

Santana chuckled as she recalled his face and the way he had stumbled out of her apartment.

"What about you?" Brittany asked with genuine concerned.

Santana smiled. "I think I'll manage..."

Brittany looked a little sad. "I'll still have you as a friend right?"

"Brittany, you'll always be my best friend, broken up or not. I'm not going anywhere, Britts"

At this Brittany visibly cheered up a little. "San, you're the best!" Brittany launched herself at Santana.

"Damn right I am!"

"...San?"

"Yes?"

"I love you."

"Love you too Britts."

Maybe this was for the best.