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Have you ever had to tear yourself away from the thing you love most in the world? Like, every fiber in your body screaming at you to stay, not go? Everyone makes mistakes. But as far as I'm concerned, leaving her was not one of mine. While it's true that she loves me, sometimes she didn't love me enough. She didn't love me enough to stop drinking all of the time. She didn't love me enough to move out of Lima. She didn't love me enough to say no to Puck. I love her, but not enough to put my dreams on hold. Is that selfish? I'm not sure. Does she deserve a second chance? Who she used to be does, but who she's become…I'm not so sure. I'm afraid to try again. I don't think my heart can take it. Nevertheless, I will always love her and maybe someday, she'll get that chance she once deserved.

The roads were empty and it was late. Brittany had just left an after-party for one of the shows she'd performed in on Broadway and she was abuzz with the glow of stardom. Never in her wildest dreams would she have imagined herself actually being in this position; getting to dance and sing onstage, living the dream that'd been born in high school. Well, it was only half the dream.

Suddenly, the glow evaporated as she remembered how she'd discovered that dream…

Santana and I had just done what would probably tarnish our pristine reputations forever: we had joined Glee club. Not that I really cared much about my reputation, but Santana sure did.

"Brittany, we're freaking done for. Nobody's going to want us once they find out we hang out with the freaks and geeks club…" she grumbled, rolling over on my bed so she was face-down.

Despite her frustration, I giggled. She was cute when she pretended not to like something.

"Come on, San, I know you like it, even if it's just a little bit! It's not that bad and the people are kind of cool. Besides, you're totally an awesome singer and are gonna get all the solos," I consoled, putting a reassuring hand on my back.

It was silent for a little bit before she said something, but it wasn't an awkward silence. It was nice; we were just comfortable around each other like that.

"Do you like Glee club?" she finally asked.

"Yeah, I think I kind of do."
"Why?"
I'd never really thought about it before. We'd only been in it for a few weeks, but it was the one thing in the day I looked most forward to. Even more so than Cheerios practice.

"Hm…well, I've always sung in the shower and wished somebody could hear because sometimes I sing what I'm feeling and…well, that just doesn't mean a lot when nobody's around to hear it, right? And…I love to dance, Santana. If I could, I would do it forever. I feel…free when I'm dancing. Like no matter what people think of me outside of that, they will see the real me in the way I move. And…yeah, I guess that's why," I replied.

It was quiet again. She was thinking. I loved telling Santana everything about me because she always paid attention and told me what she thought. Like, what she really thought. She was always honest.

"Britt," she finally said, waking me from my reverie. She was sitting now, facing towards me. "I think that's…beautiful. Hearing that makes me wish I could always see the good in things like you do. I always feel like I can only see the bad…"

"But you see the good in me, right?" I interjected. She smiled.

"Yes, but that's only because there is absolutely nothing wrong with you. You're…perfect."

Then she did something I will never forget. She took my face in both her hands and…kissed me. It wasn't sexy or passionate, it was…sweet. And romantic. But this wasn't supposed to happen with two girls, was it? When she pulled away, we just stared at each other, not fully registering what had happened. She looked flushed, like she'd just did something embarrassing. But I didn't think it was embarrassing at all. It felt…right.

"Thank you," I finally uttered.

"Yeah…no problem," she stammered.

Then it was silent again. This silence was less comfortable, but then she said something that made it all okay:

"Brittany, someday you are going to sing and dance on Broadway. I will make sure you dance for the rest of your life and no matter where you go, I will always be sitting in the front row."

And with those words, my dream was born.

Brittany suddenly snapped out of her memories as she spotted something in the middle of the road. What it was, she didn't have time to register so she just swerved out of the way and screeched to a halt on the side of the road. Her hands gripped the steering wheel so tight, her knuckles had turned ghostly pale. She stared out into the open, shocked with fear. Once she finally collected her wits, she noticed that something had fallen into her lap. Shaky hands removing themselves from the steering wheel, she picked it up and examined it. It was the picture of her and Santana at their senior year Valentine's dance seven years ago.

Suddenly, she was hit with a wave of sadness her eyes started welling with tears that had been waiting to come out for two years. What had happened to them? Why had they given up so easily on their dreams? Santana had the voice, she could have made it. But more importantly, why had Santana given up on Brittany? That thought alone sent Brittany into an inconsolable state of misery and she started sobbing with every ounce of pain inside of her. They had tried so hard to make it work in the beginning, what had happened to make Santana stop loving her?

All of a sudden, Brittany heard the sound of something honking. She turned around quickly and saw a semi-truck barreling around the corner. It had lost control. Brittany felt the universe slam into her and everything went black.