Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created in Glee. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is being intended. However, all original characters belong to me.

A/N: It has been a long while, got a spur of the moment idea, and hope to finish this story within the next few months if I am not swamped with life and work.

I have posted A/Ns in other stories (Broken my other Glee story maybe ideal to read if you are wanting a larger explanation) that have had activity and people asking me questions. So, I'll give you guys a quick cliff notes.

As always with so many the reasons for lack of interest is more complicated than just losing interest. Though for me that was a big part, GLEE got weird the last few episodes of season 2. Here goes, January 2010 my father passed away. I had/have, it goes in and out but it is much better now, been suffering from anxiety (not as bad as I was a child). I can cocoon myself and focus on writing, but I needed to focus on myself so work, friends, and life became more important. I am much happier with myself, now. Coming off of a high from being in one of my oldest and closest friends wedding, as well as, applying for schools to get my MFA in animation. My father's illness caused me to put so much of my life on hold. But, enough of that reading this may have just propelled everyone into a bummer mood.

I have updated the story a bit. If you would like to read the first two chapters again, you can. It really isn't that big enough of a change for me to be all YOU MUST RE-READ TO UNDERSTAND, it's really just rewording and another edit for pacing and grammar.

This is the first exposure too everything that had gone on previously to the start of the story, why Brittany and Santana had a fall out, along with a few other indications of past situations.

Let me know what you think, I live on constructive criticism and praise.

Title: Closer

Rating: T – language

Summary: The decisions we make, mold us every day for the rest of our lives. It is these decisions that have led Brittany and Santana down to another crossroads together. Can Santana, will Santana's decision change Brittany's life forever.

Chapter 3

Silence, there was only silence between the two women. The rustling of plates and chatter of coffee house patrons echoed through the opened seasonal walls. Nevertheless the two women only felt the silence.

"Brittany…"

More of the nonexistent stillness passed neither woman could take it this quiet. However, neither knew how to continue on with the conversation.

"We should, we should go out." Santana spoke banging her empty cup against the iron table, crushing the cups end. "Quinn and the Hobbit will be in town today."

"Screw everyone else; we will see them at Asian Fusion's opening," growled Santana with excitement. "We are going to take them out tonight, and we are going to have fun! That is what we will do."

She smiled, Brittany began to smile. The first genuine smile to cross her lips in weeks. "Rachel."

"What?""

"Her name is Rachel. Not the Hobbit, Dwarf, or Midget." Brittany began to laugh. "Rachel is her name, numb-nuts." Brittany bit her bottom lip. She had not used the endearing irritated term on Santana in years. "I'd loved to go out with you, Quinn, and Rachel."

Santana grinned rising from her seat. "Great! Great, we are going to go out, and we are going to have so much fun," she spoke with a vigorous wave of her hands. "So much fun, you'll forget about everything—" she paused when grabbing for her keys in her purse. "Wait, wait—no, no this is all wrong."

Brittany quirked her brow confusion crossing her face at Santana's sudden change of enthusiasm.

"You should ask Artie. He needs this too." Santana back tracked. "I promised you—myself. I would be better about it, him, and everything this time around. You should ask Artie to join us."

Brittany glanced at the group of children who exited the out-of-date minivan. She blinked away nonexistent tears. She bobbed her head.

"He lost a baby too, both of you lost this baby. So, so Quinn, Rachel and I are going to take you and Artie out for a night of fun."

"You mean that? You really want Artie to come?" Caution registered through Brittany.

"Yes." Santana gritted her teeth. "Because I know it would make you happy, and that is what matters Brittany." She smiled. "You were always the more rational. You grew up long before I ever did. That day it still hurts, Britt, but I you were right. You are always right."

…

Brittany and Santana sat in the small living room of the simple one bedroom apartment Brittany on the floor, Santana atop the couch. A simple IKEA coffee table was all that separated the two. Brittany picked at her nails waiting for her girlfriend, no ex-girlfriends outburst. It had been a forced but mutual breakup between the two. All either girl had done in the last month of before the split was fight. They fought about their futures, about each other, most importantly about insecure paranoia.

"Him? Of all the male population in Cleveland, Ohio, why did it have to be him?"

"It just happened, Santana. We saw each other at a gallery, started talking. It, just happened."

"But why Artie?" Santana almost screamed. "He called you stupid remember. He never treated you right."

"Santana! In your eyes no one, but you can treat me right. As for him calling me stupid, we were in high school when all that happened." Brittany laughed a bit remembering the day at the gallery. "He even apologized for it again."

"I shouldn't have gone. I had plenty of job opportunities here. If I hadn't gone none of this would have happened. We would still be together. Happy we would be happy—not fighting not fighting like this whenever we are together in a room."

"Stop, I'm not Finn Hudson." Brittany's voice began to raise, loud outspoken and insightful young woman ripped through her hidden confines of the clueless blond. "I was not going let you stunt your future because there was a chance we might not be together." She made eye contact with Santana. "Do you—do you have any idea how I would have felt. What I would have done if you had chosen me over school?"

Santana shook her head.

"It would have killed me San. If—if you had stayed. Every day, every day I would have watched you wondering if you were happy. What you could have become if I had just let you go. No one should be kept from their potential. That includes you, no matter how much we love each other."

"Exactly, we love each other. Our split was just a temporary!"

Brittany shook her head. "San, you and I both known that isn't true."

"All those girls, they were just hookups nothing more than just a way to pass the time before we could get back together you now that. I told you!"

"You cared about, Laurie and Marissa maybe not Kate, but you cared about Laurie and Marissa. I heard it in your voice whenever you mentioned them over the phone. You can't keep having me be what keeps you from being the best you can be."

"I love you."

"I love you too, I always will, no matter what. I love you so much." Brittany paused she was looking for the right words. "You need to stop making me the excuse, for why you are scared." Her hand thumped into the tabletop. "We agreed to move on. For so long it hurt, so much to be apart from you, then Artie came along again. I had someone to talk to about everything and nothing."

Brittany watched Santana scoff. Santana was hurt, but so was she.

"It just happened Santana, what-ever feelings I had put away for him, were still there. They were always still there. He was a friend, and it all just happened."

She rose from the floor. Brittany made her way to Santana pulling her into a light hug.

Santana pushed away. "No, no—don't touch me. I just—I need to go. I can't be in the same room with you right now."

WHERE THE HELL, WERE THEY? Neither woman was picking up their phone or answering the texts. So, Santana as she paced back and forth running a line through the carpet with her heels called the only person she knew that may know what these women's deal was. The phone rang. "You had better pick up your damn phone, or so help me I'll drive right over to where—"

"Puckerman, how can I help you on this fine day?"

"Where the hell is your so called business partner? I thought she was flying in today with the Midget!"

"Woah, woah hold up, Santana," defended the stunned voice of Puck?

"Don't Santana me, you know it's me, Puckerman. Now answer my question where the hell is Quinn and the damn Midget," she growled through gritted teeth.

"Geeze, um—the last time we spoke was—um a couple of hours ago. I guess, Quinn said something about a layover."

Santana huffed with irritation; this was not what she needed to hear. What she needed, what Brittany needed was the other two women who knew of, who understood her situation.

"If she isn't answering you they must finally be on a plane."

The carpet clipped her heal causing Santana to stumble forward. She groaned "San? You okay?

Santana regained her footing before hobbling over to her desk chair. She twirled her fingers in through the cord of her office phone. "I'm fine. Shoe was caught in the carpet. Look, they don't know it, but they are going to take Brittany…and Artie out with me tonight."

"You're doing what with who? San, whatever you are planning to do to Artie and Brittany, don't."

She huffed. "Why does everyone think I am planning some sort of sabotage? I have grown up. I don't do that—to my friends anymore. Anyway, they are taking Artie and Brittany out with me tonight. They don't know about it. So, if you get a hold of them before I do. You tell them we are going out, and you let me know. Got it?"

"Sure, sure I got it on one condition."

"What?" she groaned.

"I get to come with you."

"Fine, fine just let them know okay."

Puck agreed, said a quick goodbye, and hung up the phone.

Santana let loose her breath. She drummed her fingers against the dark wood desk. "Okay… lets try this again." She began typing out a text message to her one of her closest and oldest friends, Quinn Fabray.

As always, I hope you enjoyed, and let me know what you think. I am pushing myself as best I can to finish this story up, as I said above. Life is crazy, over the last few years I would never wish anyone to have to deal with what I have had too. I'll update as quickly as I can.