So this chapter is short, but that's because it's pretty much within the time period of like 15 minutes and I wanted to leave a cliffhanger because I'm so rude like that

Wednesday, August 22nd, 2012.

"Hey, it's Santana. You know what to do." Santana's voicemail says to Brittany.

Brittany inhales sharply as the waits for the beep.

"Hey San. It's me. I'm sorry that I didn't call you on Monday or yesterday. I miss you a lot, but I understand that you're busy. You said you were going out with your lab partner today. So I don't blame you for not answering," Brittany exhales loudly. "Look, Santana. I need to talk to you, it's not urgent. But… I can't…" I can't be out there with you, she wanted to say, but the words wouldn't leave her lips. "I can't wait to hear your voice again." She pussies out. "I love you, call me back."

Brittany sighs as she sets her phone down on the coffee table. She knew Santana wouldn't answer her phone if she was out with her friend.

In reality, Brittany was more upset because she knew she deserved to have her phone called ignored. Santana had been extremely sad about the fact that Brittany didn't actually call her back on Monday. The truth was, Brittany couldn't. There was just way too much going through her head. And now, she can't even tell Santana why she won't be out in California with her.

Brittany rubs her eyes with the backs of her hands before letting her face fall into her palms. She wasn't proud of what she was about to do, but she knew it was going to be for the best; the best for Santana and the best for her dreams. Nothing was going to stop her from making this decision.

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Sunday, November 18th, 2012 (Earlier That Day)

Brittany steps out of Santana's jeep and into the crisp, California air. She smiles at the light breeze that tip toes across her face. She can't believe she is actually here, she can't believe she's in Los Angeles.

After everything that was going on, she really needed a change of scenery and Los Angeles was hitting the spot. The campus was perfect and people that surrounded her seemed to be glowing; some a little too much for her liking.

Brittany squints her eyes as she sees a girl who looks like Santana from a distance with her arm linked with another brunette girl. Brittany raises an eyebrow as she watches the two laugh and half skip towards the building to her left. They're joking, having a good time, and are extremely close. They almost look like a couple to Brittany. Brittany stands behind a small tree as the girl turns towards her and looks off in her direction, confirming that it is Santana. She watches as Santana shakes her head lightly in confusion before turning around to talk to the other girl. Brittany is fuming, seeing red, even.

Who the fuck is that? She thinks as she slowly stalks towards the two, making sure to keep a safe distance away from the two. She follows them into the building and down a hall until the two enter a classroom.

She looks around and spots a tall red head enter the room as well. She slowly walks over to the door, looking through the small glass to see Santana lean in and whisper something towards the brunette.

She steps away from the door, and scoffs. How could Santana be sitting so close to someone? How could Santana do this to her? She presses her ear to door to her muffled voices and what sounds like introductions.

"Hey. Uhm, I'm Santana. I was born as an intersex child, I guess you could say. Like I have all of the features of a female, but with the male reproductive organs. And I'm gay." Santana shyly says in front of everyone.

It's now or never, Brittany thinks as she hears the red headed lady start to talk. She pushes down on the door handle, swinging it open and slamming it shut behind her.

"Hi. My name is Brittany Pierce and that," She points to Santana, "Is my girlfriend." There are a lot of people in the room staring at Brittany, but she doesn't care. What she cares about is the surprised look on the Latina's face. Santana's mouth is hanging wide open, as well as her eyes practically bulging out of her skull.

"Brittany!" Santana exclaims, still shocked, "What are you doing here?"

"I'll explain myself later, but we," She points between the two, "Need to talk. Now."

Brittany watches as Santana looks between her and the other brunette and reluctantly gets up.

"Sorry I interrupted your meeting thing," Brittany apologizes towards the red head. "But I really need to talk to Santana."

Santana waltzes over to Brittany and Brittany grabs her hand and yanks her out of the classroom, the door shutting quickly behind them.

"Who is that?" Brittany accuses instantly, pointing back towards the door.

"Who is who?" Santana replies, confused.

"That brunette girl. Who is she?" Brittany crosses her arms over her chest and taps her foot, waiting for the smaller girl to reply.

"Who, Marley? She's my friend, Brittany." Santana reasons.

"Yeah, because you're thatclose with all of your friends, Santana. Am I correct?" Brittany replies sarcastically.

"She's straight, for God's sake. She likes men!"

"Yeah, well obviously she likes you. Maybe it's because of Little Santana." Brittany scoffs. "I mean straight girls are into that kind of shit, right?"

"Why the hell are you blaming all of this on me?" Santana raises her voice, "Where the hell have you been the past two months?"

"Santana, you know that…" Brittany starts.

"That your dad got out of the hospital after a couple of days. You've been gone for TWO FUCKING MONTHS, BRITTANY. YOU'VE PRACTICALLY IGNORED ME FOR TWO FUCKING MONTHS AND THEN YOU JUST SHOW UP HERE AND WALTZ IN AND GRAB MY ARM LIKE I BELONG TO YOU." Santana screams. "I'm your fucking girlfriend, not your god damn property. And I can hang out with whoever I please. So stop accusing me of shit when you've been gone for two months." Santana tries to say calmer.

"I couldn't fucking come out here, okay?" Brittany yells back, pretty sure everyone in the classroom can hear them arguing.

"Why? What were you so damn afraid of?" Santana throws her arms in the air.

"You want to know why? Because I had a fucking pregnancy scare!" Brittany looks towards the ground before looking back up at Santana.

"And it took you two months to figure out that you weren't. Or did you just wait that long to get rid of it, Brittany?" Santana shakes her head

"Stop blaming me, this was all your fucking fault," Brittany's eyes narrow onto Santana as the words leave her lips.

"All my fault? YOU were the one who wanted to have sex unprotected. YOU were the one who was taking birth control." Santana argues.

"Yeah and you're the one with the dick that almost got me pregnant, so it's your fault." Brittany retorts instantly, immediately regretting what she said. She felt guilt wash all over her as she saw Santana's face drop.

"Wow. Fucking really, Brittany? Because I have a penis, this was all my fucking fault?" Santana scoffs and turns around to walk away. "Fucking happy one year anniversary, by the way." Santana growls before walking down the hallway.

trouble in paradise already? Naw, everything will be better next chapter, I promise. I just honestly couldn't get them arguing out of my head. Spices things up a bit because this is going to get fluffy.