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Summer 2029 (Present) – The Waldorf-Astoria, New York

Brittany was sitting on her hotel room pondering about her next move. All her entourage left. Some went to their respective hotel rooms while others enjoyed the night New York has to offer.

New York.

The place she once tried to call home but failed to. Now, she came with a purpose.

She never stayed in the city for more than a couple of days after the night she walked out their apartment – the night she left Santana. She would do tours and interviews in the city, but would leave immediately. Now, she's planning to stay longer.

She had been thinking on what her next plan would be. She already started with Quinn. She was convinced that she had her best friend back. It is one of the many things she regretted – losing Quinn and denying her the chance to keep their friendship despite of what had happened between her and Santana.

Santana.

The girl she once called her soulmate – or at least that's what everyone thought.

Fix things. That was her plan for this long trip. Bring everything back the way it was before she walked out – that was her hopeful wish.

Ooo

Summer 2025 – Queens, New York

It was a rainy evening and Brittany had been waiting for Santana for the past three hours. She just arrived from New York the other day and Santana planned for a date tonight – but obviously, she's nowhere to be found. They were in this arrangement for a year now. As soon as Santana and Quinn passed their bar exams a year ago, they were immediately sought by Williams &Co., the leading law firm in the country that time. They didn't think twice and accepted the offer. The next thing they knew, they were flying to New York with all their lives packed in a suitcase. For Santana, she was chasing her dream and making it happen.

Santana originally planned to take the penthouse that her parents had given her as a graduation gift. It wasn't exactly new; it was her mother's home when she was still acting in Broadway – before she met her father – and it had been their home before his father decided to bring her family back to his homeland – Lima, Ohio. They sold it back then thinking that keeping it wouldn't be necessary since they would be living in Lima for good. However, last year, when her parents heard that it was being sold and knowing that Santana has eyes for New York, they bought it wanting Santana to have a home as soon as she set her foot in the city. It was located at one of most well-designed building in the Upper East Side and Santana could not ask for more; however, she had other plans that time.

She was grateful of her parent's generosity – and bank account, for that matter, but she always planned that she'll try to be on her own feet by the time she leave Harvard. At first, her parents were reluctant about it. They cannot live with the thought that their ones 'little girl' was now planning to live a life of her own – with Brittany. Sure they had long accepted that their daughter is a lesbian, they never had problems with it, and they love Brittany like their own child, but hearing Santana's plan and seeing that she's definitely fervent about it made it more real - their child is now a women with dreams. It made them proud, sad, happy and afraid at the same time but at the end of the day, they learnt to deal with it and support her no matter what.

At that time that Santana and Quinn were offered their jobs, Brittany was on tour with Beyonce. She had been choreographing for different artists for years now. While Santana's finishing law school, she had been in different sides of the world – touring. As soon as she graduated Julliard, she was offered with a range of dancing jobs – from music videos to Broadway – but she chose to choreograph for artists. She knew that she wouldn't like Broadway. Her 'free-spirited' persona didn't like the idea of having a 'routine of a life' to follow so she decided to be a freelance chorographer. From then on, she went to handful of tours and worked for various artists – it was safe to say that she's starting to build her career.

Neither of them complained of their busy schedules because at the end of the day, they know that it will still be the two of them – with fulfilled dreams. Santana knew better. She knew that Brittany would have been much happier if she chose NYU over Harvard. They would be busy but at least they get to see each other more often. But Brittany also knew that Harvard has always been Santana's dream school. It was her father's alma mater so as her mother's brothers so at a very young age they were able to brainwashed Santana that it was the only school fit for a smart girl like her. Many regarded her as a 'trustfund child' but unbeknownst to many, Santana was a closeted 'braniac'. So when senior year came, everyone but Brittany was shocked when they learned that Santana was accepted to Harvard and was graduating second in the class, next to Quinn. She saw genuine happiness from Santana during those times. She couldn't be any happier for her girlfriend so when the time came that they had to decide, she was the one who decided for Santana seeing that she's having a hard time

"You're going to Harvard," Brittany stated as she lay down her head on Santana's chest.

"That went into 'the most inapt things you said after an awesome sex' list", Santana tried to joke and Brittany gave her questioning look.

"I still have a week to decide Britt, let's not hurry," she said as she lifted herself up in a sitting position with her back on the headboard and her harms wrapped around her chest trying to hold the sheet that was covering her naked body.

"You're avoiding it again, Babe." Brittany whispered to herself as she followed suit and wrapped her arm around Santana's torso.

"No I am not. I am telling you that I still have a week to decide. Besides, what is there to avoid?" She softly said but Brittany could feel that she's trying not to raise her voice.

Brittany sighed and rested her head on Santana's shoulder.

"Babe, I want you to be honest with me," Brittany continued. "What's taking you too long?"

Santana was taken aback by Brittany's question. They have had danced around the topic ever since she received all her acceptance letters but she never expected Brittany to bluntly asked her about it. Brittany was certainly going to Julliard. That's the only school she applied to so she really didn't have much of a choice. But unlike Brittany, Santana practically applied to all Ivy League schools in the country being the paranoid that she was. However, Brittany knew that her girlfriend only have eyes for Harvard and the others were merely back up.

"I am holding you back," Brittany broke the silence.

"No! You're not!" Santana defensively exclaimed.

"Babe, I know you always wanted to go to Harvard," the perky blond said as she lifted head from Santana's shoulder. She tightly held the sheet on her chest and lifted herself to straddle Santana's lap. "Listen to me San," she softly spoke while cupping her girlfriend's cheeks. "You are going to Harvard".

"But Babe – "Santana tried to protest.

"Shhh. Listen to me first, okay?" Brittany cut her short by placing her index finger on her girlfriend's pouty lips. "I totally understand, you know? We both have our dreams. And I don't want anything but for us to make it happen. You are going to Harvard. I am going to Julliard. At the end of the road, it will still be us. I don't want us to be holding each other's dreams, San. I don't want to hold you back for that matter. What I want is for us to be supporting each other – that's why I am making that decision for you." She softly whispered to Santana's ear as she wrapped her arms around her girlfriend's neck. They stayed like that for a minute or so. Brittany was holding her tighter than usual, as if she was holding on to something that we'll be gone any minute now. "Well technically, I am just voicing out your decision for you." she uttered as she lifted her head and faced her girlfriend once again. "I don't want to hold you back San." She continued as she tried not to cry in front of girlfriend. "I want you to promise me one thing though," she said with a cracked voice and looked straight into the Latina's brown eyes. "Promise me that whatever happens, it will still be the two of us. Cause right now, I am telling you, I will be forever yours San. I'll be forever yours." Brittany struggled but her tears started to run down her cheeks.

Before Brittany got an answer, Santana closed the tiny gap between them and gave her girlfriend the most breathtaking kiss she ever had. It was a kiss full of passion and promise. Brittany didn't need words cause with that, she already knew the answer and she already got the assurance she asked for.

"I am forever yours B." Santana panted as she rested her forehead onto Brittany's. "Only Yours."

Indeed, they went on with their lives. They never fell apart – constant texts, calls, Skype and short visits made it happened. There may be some major fallout but they never let it break the two of them. They knew it would be hard but they both wanted their relationship to work. So when Santana was offered the job in New York, she didn't think twice and said yes. She knew Quinn would be saying yes to the offer too. Who wouldn't want to work for the best firm in the country? For Santana, it was just a bonus. All that matters to her was she could finally be with Brittany, for real this time and she couldn't be any happier. Finally, she would be living in the same city as Brittany and she got to keep her best friend close and some of the other glee kids at the same time.

This was her emancipation and Santana was overwhelmed. This is the perfect chance to start a life with Brittany. She immediately arranged things with a realtor that her father suggested and with what was left of her savings, she finally got a place that she'll be calling home, their home. It wasn't paid completely since she didn't want to use her trust fund but she's sure that she'll be working her ass off for it. This was what Brittany always wanted for both of them and that's what she'll try to give her. With her job, a place to call her own and hopefully a girlfriend to come home to, she's convinced that her life couldn't be more perfect.

Brittany still didn't know about Santana's job offer and plan so when she went back to New York for a short break from the tour, she was surprised to see Santana in front of her doorstep. She was planning on flying to Cambridge the next day to surprise her and give her the best congratulatory gift ever but her girlfriend just outsmarted her this time. Saying that she was flabbergasted was an understatement. She instantly wrapped Santana in a tight embrace and peppered her with soft kisses before finally meeting each other's lips.

"What do you think?" Santana asked as she paced down the bare living room of her newly acquired apartment. She asked Brittany to come with her right after their hot make out session earlier that day. Brittany was looking around, still clueless of what's in store for her but its making her nervous, in a good way.

"Well?" Santana asked again. She moved towards Brittany and hugged from behind. "What do you think?"

"It's beautiful San, but does this mean you'll be…" Brittany said as she turned to Santana but was immediately cut off.

"Yes Babe. I'm moving and staying here for good." She nervously said. She stared at the deep blue eyes in front of her and continued seeing that her girlfriend was in awe. "Quinn and I got an offer from Williams & Co. and we took it. But I actually just wanted to be in the same city with you. I don't care about the job; I just want to be near you. I wanted to finally be with you, like for real Babe. So I bought this" she quickly explained.

"San, you're rumbling." Brittany stated as she held Santana's hand. Santana was really anxious at that very moment. She jumped into a conclusion that Brittany would agree to what she's about to ask. She never expected for the worst to happen. "What if she had other plans? What if she freaks out?" Santana thought and before she could continue rumbling Brittany moved closer to her – finally realizing what her girlfriend's trying to convey but too nervous to do so.

"Yes Santana, I would love to live with you." Brittany whispered as she wrapped her arms around her girlfriend's neck. "Finally San." Brittany whispered.

So there was Brittany, sitting in their living room with a glass of wine in her hand. After one hour of waiting, she was convinced that it would be another one of Santana's failed dinner attempts. But she still waited for another couple of hours wanting to hear what her girlfriend's excuse would be this time. They had been fine for the first months that they had been living together. Brittany didn't stop touring and Santana was completely fine with that since she goes home every chance she gets and make up for their lost time apart. But lately things are getting tense. She knew that Santana's been trying hard to keep things together but she can't change the fact that both their jobs, especially Brittany's, are taking up much of their time. After Beyonce's tour, she was offered a job in Hollywood but she didn't know how to tell Santana. She still hadn't accepted it but she's already tying out for the character without Santana's consent. She felt awful for lying but she thought that it wouldn't matter since it's not yet final and wouldn't change their arrangement after all. She still get to come home every twice a month at least. But lately it had been bothering her, she was afraid that they're falling out. They're arrangement was way too okay that seeing each other less often wasn't even bothering them. She tried to convince herself that they had been like this since college so maybe they just got used with it – but this scared her even more. They no longer know how to live together like a normal couple, let alone be a normal couple.

It was still raining hard and the lightning was starting to scare her. Brittany downed everything from her glass and decided to call it a night when she heard the door unlocked. The door slowly opened and she could see the Latina silently making her way into the foyer. Brittany remained hidden in the dark side of their living room and watched her girlfriend walked towards the stairs.

"Well, it's about time you showed up," Brittany deadpanned before Santana could even make her first step onto the stairs.

"Shit Babe! You scared the hell out of me," Santana exclaimed and held her chest. "You're still up," she said as she moved towards the living room. It was more of a statement than a question.

"Of course I am still up Santana! You made me wait for three fucking hours! You didn't even have the decency to call or even text," Brittany started to raise her voice and got up to from the couch. Santana's jaw almost dropped from what she heard. She knew that she screwed up big time, she made Brittany curse.

"I – I am sorry Babe," Santana said still shocked by Brittany's wrath.

"What is it this time?" Brittany asked trying to hide to venom in her voice. "No, save it. I don't wanna hear it. I am fed up Santana." She continued as she walked past Santana and moved towards the stairs.

"Britt, I am sorry. I really am. I got caught up in the firm and the weather didn't help either. I wasn't able to call you because my phone was dead the entire day." Santana tried to reason out. "You can even ask Q! She's with me the whole time!" Santana raised her voice in frustration.

"Wow. Lucky for Q! She got to spend her entire day with you," Brittany countered as she turned to face the Latina.

"And what was that suppose to mean?" Santana asked with her fury starting to rise.

"It just meant that I fucking envy Q or anyone else in your firm for that matter because my girlfriend is spending more time with them than me!" Brittany shouted.

"Well, if you come home more often then maybe, just maybe, we can spend more time together!" Santana countered.

"And what was that suppose to mean Santana?" It was Brittany's turn to ask this time.

"It just meant that if you could VISIT me more often then maybe you'll be in a perfect timing and get to spend time with the not so busy me!"

"Visit? Is this what it is to you?" Brittany dejectedly asked and tears started to form in her eyes.

"YES! It's as if we're back into to college Brittany and I fucking hate it! You don't know how frustrating it is for me. I fucking move here to be with you but what did I get? Nothing! I hoped that maybe we can already start a life together. You don't know how it fucking hurts me everytime you walk out that stupid door knowing that for the next weeks I would be coming to an empty house!" Santana finally let out her sentiments.

Brittany didn't expect this. She never saw this coming. All this time she thought Santana was okay with everything. She never felt more blindsided in her life and it drained all the color in her face.

"I didn't complain Britt. I never complained because I know that it was your dream and I am keeping my promise – I would be there to support you. But you're now a great dancer and choreographer. I am now a lawyer. Where will this take us, Britt? Where will we go from here?" Santana asked softly as she sat down on the nearest couch. "Don't you think that's it's the time that we make plans for our future together, not just for ourselves?"

"San," Brittany muttered and sigh as she knelt in front Santana and clasped her girlfriend's hand.

"I promised that we won't hold back each other's life." Santana stated with a blank expression. She had been struggling not to breakdown in front of her girlfriend and it taking all her strength. "But I guess moving here in New York did otherwise. Everytime we're together what we do is fight. Do you know how it made me feels? I feel like you're being forced into this and it's killing me!" Santana finally broke down.

Brittany didn't know what to say especially now that Santana's walls are down. This rarely happens. Sometimes she really appreciate it when the Latina would let her in but some part of her right now is afraid because she knows that once that happens it means that everything is not okay and what scared her the most is that she's the reason for the Latina's inner battle.

"San, please. It's not like that," she tried to explain.

"I knew about California Britt." She said looking at her girlfriend's teary eyes.

"How did you - … Quinn." Brittany suddenly realized.

"Will it really matter who told me? Why didn't you tell me Britt? Because you know, that's what matters here. Why didn't you fucking tell me?" Santana asked in frustration and her boiling point is nearing its limit again. "I gave you a chance to tell me yourself. I learnt about it from Rachel weeks ago and I was surprise to know right now that you even told Quinn but not me. Impeccable, Britt. Just perfect." Santana said oozing with sarcasm.

"It's not like that Santana," Brittany tried to cut her off.

"Well then tell me what it is like because right now I don't know anything! I don't even know if you love me anymore!" Santana shouted and her tears were no longer controllable.

"You didn't just say that, you didn't just doubt my feelings for you," Brittany said in disbelief.

"Well sue me but it is what I feel right not. You can't blame me, can you?" Santana countered. Brittany stood up and sat next to Santana. She was hurt by the Latina's words but she can't actually blame her. The stayed silent for what seemed to be forever until Santana stood up.

"You're going to California, and you're going to take that job." Santana said without turning her back to look at Brittany. Tears started to run down her cheeks again but this time she didn't stop it nor wiped it off.

"You don't get to decide what I am going to do, Santana." Brittany responded without any expression left. She was tired. She was drained. And she just wanted to lay down and rest.

"I didn't make that decision Brittany. I am just making things easier for the both of us since I am merely voicing out yours." With that the Latina went upstairs without looking back.

oSo

Summer 2029 (Present) – The Waldorf-Astoria, New York

"Are you sure about this?" a red-haired woman suddenly plopped down beside Brittany.

"I thought you're already asleep, but obviously, you're not," Brittany said not removing her gaze from the view outside her hotel living room. They continued sitting there in comfortable silence.

"It was a wakeup call for me Dane," Brittany said. "Seeing her happy with someone else, whoever that was, made me realized how much I missed out a lot on her life."

"But…" Dane tried to counter.

"But what Dane?" Brittany asked.

"What if she's truly happy now Britt?" She answered with another question and saw the sad expression in her friend's face.

"We can't be sure about that, can we?" Brittany deadpanned.

"Britt, what if - " the red-haired girl tried to explain again but was cut off.

"I know Dane. I'm sorry. I just want to know if she's really happy. I want to be back in her life. I want us back in each other's life. It doesn't matter if we're just going to be friends. I just truly miss her Dane. I miss my life before California happened. I need this part of my life. I need to be that woman again." She said and ended with a sigh. They were again left in comfortable silence while looking at the view outside.

"Would it really be enough for you if you'd be just friends?" Dane finally asked but Brittany didn't answer. The read-haired girl got up without waiting for Brittany's words and went towards her room. Brittany knew that it wasn't intended to be question, that's Dane telling her to think through her actions.

Brittany stayed there contemplating on what her friend just asked. "What if she's right? What if Santana's finally happy with someone else? What if she moved on with her life?" These were the questions that played in Brittany's mind.

"Who was that girl that brought that smile to her face?" Brittany thought.

OQo

Six Months Ago – Yankee Stadium, New York

"I'm going to fucking kill him!" Santana shouted along with the crowd. They were at the Yankee Stadium cheering for their home team who was playing against the Los Angeles Angels.

"Let him kiss your ass Puck!" She exclaimed thinking that her friend would hear him amidst all the shouting audience.

"Easy babe," Quinn said soothing her girlfriend's back. "I love it when you get all fiery though," Quinn whispered in her ears and finally stole her girlfriend's attention. "And I love it when you're on your baseball cap and shirt. You look thousand fold hotter than usual." She continued to flirt with her girlfriend.

"Babe, let's just finish the game and I promise you, you can have me all day. But please. For now, stop with the touching and whispering before I can't control myself," Santana struggled with her words.

"Hmmm?" Quinn tried to utter and bit her girlfriend's ear. "You want me to stop doing this?" She asked as continued peppering kisses on Santana's jawline.

"Q. Where surrounded by people," Santana protested.

"Oh please. As if that would stop you! You just hate to admit that you're a die-hard Yankee fan." Quinn playfully nudged her girlfriend. "No scratch that. You're not even a Yankee fan. You're just Puck's fan and you can't afford to miss a minute of his game!" She again teased her Santana.

"Fine," Santana admitted. "But don't tell him that or I shall not hear the end of it."

"Glad you're a lesbian or else I would be jealous by now," Quinn said and drink her soda.

"Someone's got bitten by the green-eyed monster," Santana teased and started tickling her girlfriend.

"San stop! Watch the game would you!" Quinn tried to stop Santana while controlling her laughter. Santana continued her attacked and wrapped her arms around her girlfriend's torso once she got tired laughing herself.

"You're so beautiful, you know that?" Santana said as she looked through Quinn's hazel eyes. "Especially with this Fedora hat," she continued as she fixed Quinn' cream summer fedora hat and run her fingers down her long blonde locks. Quinn raised her left hand and cupped Santana's right cheek. She moved forward and closed the gap between them. Both woman closed their eyes as they were drawn it to a deep passionate kiss. It wasn't a hungry kiss but it was a kiss full of emotions. Everything was new for both of them but they were most certain with what they felt at that very moment. Santana was the first one to pull away and relished the site before her. Quinn's eyes were still closed but her lips were curved into a smile. "Oh God! I love you!" Santana finally uttered and once again closed the gap between them. This time the kiss was deeper and they held each other tighter.

They didn't know that it was already the half of the seventh-inning stretch. So when they pulled away from each other, they were surprised to hear the people whistling and cheering them. They look around and saw their flustered faces on the screen, right then and there they realized that they were spotted as "kissing couple". The crowd kept cheering as if asking for more. Santana looked at Quinn asking for permission but before she knew it Quinn wrapped her arms around her neck and gave her the dreamiest kiss she ever had in front of many people. Their kissed didn't last as long as the other ones but people seemed to be satisfied and pleased with their public display of affection. Quinn buried her faced on Santana's neck feeling like a six-year old child who caught stealing cookies from the jar. This made Santana smile so wide and kissed her girlfriend's Fedora hat telling her that it was okay.

"What's going on?" Brittany asked Dane as she lifted her bag from her chair. "What did I miss?" she continued asking while taking her sit. She was confused on why people were cheering knowing that it was half of the seventh-inning stretch.

"While you were canoodling with you hot baseball player fling, you just missed the hottest Sapphic make out session of the year!" her friend exaggerated pointing towards the big screen in front of them.

Brittany was dumbfounded with what she saw. There was the face she had never seen since she left New York for good. She was awestricken with the wide smile plastered on her ex-girlfriends face. "It was so genuine," Brittany thought. She never got the chance to see the face of the girl she was holding in her arms. "Who's that girl?" She again thought. The girl was another thing but the smile on the Latina's face was the one thing that caught Brittany's attention. "I rarely see that smile on her face…"

"She's actually happy," she whispered.