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"Santana?"

I gulped down my food and stared. I feel Beth releasing my torso and I tried to look up. The first person I laid eyes on was Puck. Ah, good old Puckerman. He looks the same along with Quinn and her. I noticed that he lost that squirrel on his head. Suites him. I look at Quinn and saw her bright blonde hair that reached to her shoulders. I look down Beth and back at Quinn, it's like I'm seeing double. Kind of. I glance over to Brittany and the kid, which looks about Beth's age. My God, Brittany is still beautiful as ever. Her hair still looked lushes as ever and her eyes shined brightly as I could remember. I felt my cheeks heating up and I quickly look back at Sam, who held a confused look.

"Whoa, Lopez!" Puck greeted happily, "It's been years! How are ya?"

Beth looked up at Quinn and grinned, "See mommy! I told you! This is the army-lady that I met at the park back in Lima Beans!"

I couldn't help but chuckle at how Beth called Lima. I shyly looked up at the two blondes that I use to call best friends. Quinn held a look of disbelief and I think I saw some anger in there and Brittany…She didn't even look happy or upset or anything! She's just there. My stomach clenched with anxiety. I can't believe she's here. Is this some kind of sick joke? Ugh..I think I'm feeling a bit sick.

"Hey San." Sam got my attention, "Who are these lovely people?"

"I-I…Uh..Erm." I couldn't get words to form. I haven't felt like this since I told Brittany I loved her. I coughed and pointed at each person and introduced him or her to Sam. I was stuck on the little girl that Brittany had besides her. She looked really cute. She's like an exact copy of Brittany. She even got Britt's shyness. I smiled at her and she smiled back.

"This is Elizabeth, but we call her Lizzy." Beth suddenly said. I found Beth sitting on my lap playing with my dog tags. Beth then looked up at me and commented, "I like your necklace, it's so bad asses."

"BETH!" Quinn whispered loudly, "Who on earth taught you that?"

Beth looked up at her mom innocently and said, "Daddy of course. He said that to Uncle Kurtsy and Uncle Blaine."

I grinned as Quinn punched Puck's chest, who groaned loudly. Sam chuckled and continued to eat his sandwich. As I watched, I was growing rather peck-ish as well. My stomach growled rather loudly, causing multiple eyes to land on me. I blushed and felt Beth hop off my lap. I realized that everyone was quiet and an awkward tension was growing. Sooooooo awkward. It's so awkward that I think a gay baby was just born.

Brittany then pulled out her phone and looked over at Quinn, "Q we have to go. The movie starts in twenty minutes."

Quinn nodded and said to them, "Can you guys go in the car? Beth still needs to go to the bathroom."

Brittany and Puck agreed and walked out of the building with mini Brittany following them. Quinn then whipped her head towards me. I stiffened a bit. Beth sensed this and told Quinn that she's going to pee. I watched as she scampered off. Damn it! She's good. Sam awkwardly sat there and watched the whole thing unfold. I slowly turned back to my food and slurped up my noodles. With my awesome peripheral vision I saw Q rolling her eyes. Suddenly I felt my phone being pick-pocketed out of my shorts. My instincts kicked in and I immediately grabbed Q's arm, twisting it slightly. My mind went on pure instinct that second and I was about to do more, until Quinn stopped me when I heard her whimper in pain.

My eyes widened and I quickly let her arm go. I apologized quickly and was about to stand up, but Quinn stopped me. I looked back at her and saw that she was typing something on my phone. Crap, is she looking through my history and stuff like that? Shit..What if she see's the really inappropriate stuff that I look up on my free time. My cheeks flushed red. I need my freakin' phone back!

"Hey!" I exclaimed as I snatched my phone back.

Quinn smirked and said, "There you got my number and I have yours."

Whaa? How the hell did she do that within the few seconds she had with my phone? Whatever. I glared at Quinn as she looked calmly back at me. Damn, Quinn. Coach Sue taught her well, even though it's been eight years. I then heard Beth squealing 'Mommy' and our heads turned towards Beth and I watched as she pounced into Quinn's arms.

Suddenly Quinn turned towards me and said those words that I've been dreading to hear from her, "We need to talk."

Then she left. I suddenly didn't feel so hungry anymore. I looked back at my pasta and grimaced. I shoved my plate away and stared at Sam who looked a bit amused. I stuck my tongue out at him and he grinned. I looked at my food and grabbed it again. Screw not being hungry, I'm hungry as hell. We finished our food and decided to walk around. I must admit, Afghanistan got nothing on LA.

"So have you been seeing anyone?" Sam asked as we walked on the boardwalk.

I snorted, "Just the one hundred degree weather, possible terrorists, and women that always wear modest clothing."

Sam laughed and shoved me. I glared at him playfully and asked, "Who are you seeing?"

Sam sighed dreamily and said, "This girl named Mercedes."

"Mercedes, huh?" I mumbled. Does he mean Mercedes Jones? Oh God I hope not. I better not ask more or else I'll jinx it.

"Mercedes Jones." Sam stated. FUCK, I jinxed it. Sam then said something that made me shocked, "She told me she knows you and she said that you killed yourself."

I gaped at this news. What the fuck? Who gave her false information? I looked at Sam with questioning eyes and he shrugged, "The school told everyone that you did and when she and her or your friends demanded to know more the school didn't say a word. I then began to tell Mercedes that she must be lying because I told her that I fought along with you and you're perfectly alive. It took a while to convince her, but what finally made her believe was when I showed her the pictures that we took. She then grabbed her phone and called her er...your friends that you're still alive."

I smiled, he's such a great guy. "Thanks, Trouty mouth."

"So tell me about blue-eyed blonde lady." Sam said as we sat on a bench.

I raised a brow, "Blue-eyed blonde lady? Seriously, dude?"

Sam sheepishly shrugged, "Well there's two blondes one with like green eyes and one with blue. I forgot which was Quinnie and which was Britty."

"Stupid." I laughed and said, "Quinn is the short haired blonde with green eyes and Brittany is the one with long hair and blue eyes."

Sam nodded and leaned back, "So what's the deal with you and Brittany? You guys exes?"

"No worse." I groaned, "I told her that I loved her and she told me she loved me back."

"How's that worse?" Sam asked with a confused look.

"She said she couldn't leave this guy she was dating." I sighed sadly, "His name is Artie Abrams and he was this wheelchair kid. He was cool, I guess, since he didn't really take crap about his disability."

Sam nodded, "Yeah. It would seem like a dick move for her to dump him for you."

I rolled my eyes and smacked his head. He groaned and complained to watch the hair. I grinned and stood up. Sam rubbed his head and watched me as I stretched. He questioned my actions and I asked him if there was a rock gym around here. He thought for a minute and shrugged.

"We could look for one later when we get back home." He said as he stood up as well. He then pointed at the beach and said, "We could go for a swim?"

I made a disgusted look and said, "I don't really have a swim suit."

Sam laughed and pointed at some store that was right across from us. I then told him that I didn't have enough money to buy a bikini. He rolled his eyes and grabbed my arm, dragging me to the store. He told me that buying me this is a welcome home present. I commented on how perverted that sounded. Sam laughed and just told me to pick a bikini.

I rolled my eyes and picked a random one. Holy crap this one had unicorns and shit. Hmm..Reminds me of Britt. Argh! I quickly put it back and this time actually looked for one. I grabbed a plain red one and walked towards Sam who had a pair of blue and yellow swim trunks. Sam paid for it and we both changed into our swimwear. In the changing room I looked at myself in the full length mirror. I traced the scars that I got over the years. Some where faint and soon fading while others seemed to be staying on my body for a life time. I turn around and looked at my back. There were lash marks every where and some fresh bruises. I poked certain areas and I cringed. Fuck! That hurt like a bitch. I then look down at my calves. They seem to look okay, no big scars, I think those will fade away. I then look at my arms. Scratches here and there and a few bruises. I traced the scar on my stomach and sighed. That one is seriously staying.

I heard a knock and then Sam's voice following after. He told me to hurry up. I rolled my eyes and said ok. I got my clothes and got out of the changing room. Sam's eyes widened a bit as he looked at my battle scars. I chuckled at his reaction and told him that he should close his mouth or else flies will go in. He chuckled and told me not to worry. He has a few scars as well. He pointed at his legs and chest and showed me. There were a few, but they look a bit fading, so no one could notice. Unlike mine.

We folded our clothes and placed them in a plastic bag and we raced down to the beach. As we ran on the sand, Sam suddenly shoved me to the ground and I had a mouthful of sand. I gagged at the gross taste and the thought of animals crapping on it. That made it worse for me. I could hear Sam laughing in the water. I growled and got rid of the sand and left the plastic bag near my gagged up sand pile and ran straight to the ocean. Sam continued to laugh, unaware of my incredible and smexy silence.

I dived in the water and opened my eyes, my eyes were adjusted to the salt water. I remember I did some training for it when I thought I wanted to be in the navy. Pfft. Oh God, I can't believe I thought I wanted to be out in sea, good thing I changed that to army. Suddenly, I spotted trouty mouth's shorts and I grinned. I quickly popped up behind Sam and pantsed him. Sam gasped in shock and I laughed as I pushed him in the water and ran off with his shorts. I continued to grin as I walked on shore with his shorts in hand.

"Santana!" Oh hell naw.

I whipped my head around and spotted two blonde girls in cute one pieces. I almost cooed. Almost. I clutch onto Sam's shorts, ignoring his pleas and I greeted the two girls with a smile. The two girls stared at me for a few seconds and that's when I began to feel self-conscious of my body. I had the urge to grab that beach blanket under that fat guy and cover myself up. Before I could say anything Lizzy spoke.

"Want to build a sandcastle with me and Beth?" Lizzy asked happily. I raised a brow, seems like she's out of her shell already. I looked back at Sam who was practically red. I grinned and waved at him, and then I told the two girls to wave at my friend over there. They were jumping and waving around. Cute.

I then shouted over to Sam, "I'M GOING TO HANG OUT WITH THESE COOL KIDS FOR A BIT! LATER EVANS!"

"LOPEZ!" Sam roared as I walked away.

I realized that we were nearing Quinn and Brittany. Fuuuuuuck. I quickly told the girls that we should stay over by Sam, incase he drowns or something. They agreed and we began to build a sand castle. After a few minutes, I must say that our castle was looking pretty shitty. Of course I didn't say that out loud, it might break their little hearts. Lizzy then told me that we needed a castle flag. I pulled out Sam's swim trunks and told them they could use it as a flag. They giggled and agreed to it.

I lay besides them and decided to tan, even though I'm amazingly tanned already. I closed my eyes and drifted off to slumber. I don't remember how long I've been sleeping, but by the time I wake up, I found myself buried in fucking sand.

"THE HELL?" I shouted.

I heard snickering from the background and looked up. Fucking Evans. I glared at trouty mouth, who got his trunks back, and he high-fived Beth and Lizzy. Oh hell nawww. I struggled to get free and I can hear Sam and the girls cheering. I smirked once I found loose sand. I turned to the girls and I placed a finger upon my lips, telling them to shush. They looked at each other and smiled. Sam continued to cheer without knowing that I was free. I then tackled him to the ground and manly scream came from his trouty mouth. I laughed as I sat on him, urging the girls to sit on his back as well.

"It's weird how we always run into each other." Quinn's voice said from behind.

I look behind me and saw Quinn and Brittany, who each had a huge bag besides them. I saw Brittany grinning her infamous smile that I oh so loved so much. I caught myself gaping at her so I stiffened and quickly got off of Sam. I stood up straight as if my commander was there and I rigidly nodded in acknowledgement. Brittany quirked a brow while Quinn shook her head as if I embarrass her. Whatever, she's just jealous.

The girls got off of Sam and ran towards the two older women. Sam got up and brushed the sand off of his chest. He then looked at me and shoved me playfully to the ground. I growled and tackled him to the ground. The four blondes were watching us amusingly.

Hm. Blondes. It seems that I only attract those, but who cares. I have a thing for them, blonde women that is. Sam is just a bro. A bro who is going to get his ass kicked since he keeps shoving me!

"I WIN!" Sam cheered as he sat on me.

I breathed heavily and glancing to the side, I could see Brittany staring at me with a worried expression. I rolled my eyes and grabbed Sam's ears. He whined and he got off of me. I shoved Sam away from me as I tried to have a civil conversation with Quinn and Brittany.

"So…" I stretched out. I could feel them staring at my body. I look over at Quinn and saw her eyes widening as she looked at my stomach. It had that crested scar that I got in my third year serving. I then glancing over at Brittany and saw her bottom lip tremble as she stared at some of my scars too. I could basically feel her baby blue eyes just attacking me. I shivered at the thought.

"We should hang out." Quinn stated breaking the awkward tension.

I made a pouty face or something and I grabbed my phone from the plastic bag, I turned it on and said, "Uh…Sure. What day is good for you guys?"

"Now." Quinn said. I looked up and saw her staring at me. I turned towards Brittany and saw she had a look of disbelief on her face as she stared at the shorter blonde.

"Uhm…" I didn't really want to talk to them. I don't think I'm prepared for the questions they would ask me. What if they ask where I've been all this time? Will I reply with this, 'Hey you guys, I left to join the army cause I fucked up big time and my dad blames me for being gay'? Hm. Yeahh, no. I was going to decline until Evans opens his fat ass mouth.

"It's cool, San." Sam exclaimed as we turned towards him. The girls were burying the guy. Sam grinned and said, "I got this. You guys can have your girl talk or whatever you do."

I rolled my eyes and nodded. I suddenly felt weird cause they were wearing their clothes while I'm still practically in the nude, sort of. I don't know if being in a bikini makes you feel like you're in the nude. I should ask Sam later. I grabbed my clothes from the plastic bag and I put on my running shorts and shirt. I nodded at them and they led me to this really cool café. I ordered a frappuccino and Quinn did the same. Brittany had ordered some hot chocolate. I smiled at this, she hasn't changed.

We sat down outside and talked. Well, I was just basically listening to the to girls chat. As I sit there I began to think of a job that I could do. I'd hate to have a desk job that's for sure. I remember why I was so happy that I was called in to fight when I was on-call during my service. I got to kick ass. Maybe I really should join the police academy or I could be a firefighter. That'd be so awesome. I smirked at the thought.

"And why is Miss Lopez smirking over here?" Quinn asked as they turned their attention towards me. Crap.

"Thinking of applying as a cop or a firefighter." I said casually. I looked at them, Quinn had an impressed look while Brittany's face held a look of concern.

"Isn't that dangerous?" Ahh finally, Brittany spoke to me.

I shrugged, "I need the adrenaline rush and excitement."

Quinn nodded and suddenly her phone rang. She pulled it out and began to talk to the person on the other line. We watched as Quinn talked. I think it was her boss or something like that. Quinn said good bye and then she stood up. She had an apologetic smile and said that she is needed at work. I nodded and watched as Brittany got up to hug Quinn. Then the shorter blonde turned to me.

"What?" I asked.

Quinn rolled her eyes and hugged my head. I chuckled as she released me and we watched as she walked off. But then she turned around and shouted over to us, but mainly to Brittany, that she'll take Beth and Lizzy home.

"And then there was two." I said as a poor attempt to joke around.

Brittany forced out a smile. We sat there quietly for God knows how long. I finished my drink and watched as Brittany finished hers after. We just sat there. I folded my hands on the table and decided to ask the question that I've been itching to ask.

"So who's the lucky man that has your heart?" I asked causally. I think there was some jealousy in that good ole voice of mine, I wasn't really sure.

I watched as Brittany flinched when I asked. Oh shit. This is probably a touchy subject. Oh Goddd. I wish I owned an un-do button. Brittany silently shook her head and quietly said that she isn't married.

"Oh. Did you adopt, Lizzy?" I asked, trying to fix the awkwardness, but I think I made it worse, cause she shook her head. My eyes widened when I saw her forming tears. Suddenly, I felt eyes borrowing into me. I quickly sat next to her and wrapped my arms around her.

"Whoa." I whispered, "Shh. It's okay B. I'm sorry if I offended you."

"S-San." She choked. My heart instantly shattered once I heard her say my name.

"I'm sorry B." I murmured. I don't care if I'm getting looks from the people passing by. My main concern is Brittany. I brushed my fingers through her hair and she began to calm down a bit.

We just sat there, embracing each other like no tomorrow. I missed her so much. I tightened my grip around her. I miss her so much…Her smell, her touch. I didn't realize that I was crying as well. I don't care though, cause I'm hugging the woman that I've loved for so long. I loved her ever since I discovered myself. I could never be able to date other women, every time I looked or even danced with one, I could feel a pair of sad blue eyes looking at me.

And here she is, crying in my arms. Maybe this is fate, telling me that maybe, just maybe that I have a chance with Brittany.

A/N: Hey I'm glad people are liking this story :) I wasn't too sure about it when I posted it up on here so yay

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