A/N: Hey I'm back beautifuls! This chapter is longer, like I promised! I hope it's good, it took me forever to do because of Twitter Addictions... Lol. Please enjoy, favorite, follow, review!
Unicorn Land
"Hello?" Santana heard on the other line. She could tell that it was Brittany, so she'd put the number in right, thank goodness.
"Brittany? This is Santana," the Latina said into the phone. There was a shuffling noise on the other side.
"Oh, hey. Did you rethink the idea of dinner?" Brittany asked, her voice quieter. That was weird.
"Oh uh... no actually," Santana admitted. "I still don't really want to do dinner, sorry. Oh, but I did want to let you know that I decided I'm staying two months instead of one!"
"That's great! You'll be here for the wedding?" Brittany asked.
"Yep," Santana answered, clenching her teeth.
"Awesome! I'm so glad you'll be there! It'll mean so much to me... and to Sam," Brittany exclaimed. Why to Sam? Because he knows that it means I've accepted the fact that I'm no longer hers? Ugh. If that wedding ends up happening, there's no way I'm going.
"Yeah... but Brittany, I wanted to ask you something," Santana said into the phone.
"Yeah?" Brittany asked slowly.
"Can you go somewhere with me?"
A shaky breath could be heard from the other line, and Santana knew that Brittany was nervous, too. "Santana... I'm with—"
"I know, Britt, you're with Sam. I'm not trying to interrupt that. I just want to know if you want to hang out? We were best friends before we were together, Britt," Santana reminded the girl, surprised that she hadn't broken down while speaking.
"Where would we be going?" Brittany wondered.
"That's a surprise," Santana answered simply. "Come on, it'll be fun. I feel really bad for not keeping in touch with you for the last year, and I miss hanging out with you." I miss kissing you. I miss holding you. I miss watching you. I miss touching you. I miss talking to you. I miss those looks you gave to me. I miss you kissing me. I miss you holding me. I miss you watching me. I miss you touching me.
"What about Quinn, Mercedes... all of them?" Brittany asked.
"I already saw Quinn. I've kept in touch with Mercedes, Rachel, Kurt, and Puck. Of course, Puck and Mercedes are both in LA, and Rachel and Kurt are in New York. That doesn't leave many people here to hang out with," Santana explained. "Of course, you were the first person that came to mind anyway. I haven't talked to you in forever!"
"We talked yesterday," Brittany reminded her.
"I know... that doesn't count," Santana grumbled.
"Okay. When are we going?" the blonde asked.
Santana began to answer, but she heard Brittany saying something to someone else. She barely made it out. "It's just Quinn, Sam. Yes I know. Okay." Santana's eyes widened.
"Uh, Britt? Did you just tell Sam that I'm Quinn?" Santana asked.
"It's complicated, okay?" Brittany said, hushed. "When are we going?"
"Tomorrow. I would pick you up, but clearly that won't work. We can meet someplace? Around noon?" Santana asked.
"The Lima Bean?"
"Sounds great," Santana answered. "Glad we're going to hang out, Britt. I've gone too long without hearing your voice."
Brittany swallowed. "Same here."
"I'll see you tomorrow," Santana said. She heard acknowledgement on the other line, and then she hung up. The Latina sighed and fell backwards onto the big bed. Quinn was letting Santana stay in her guest bedroom. Quinn's house was new, a place where Santana had no memories.
She hasn't told Sam that I'm back. What would she have done if I'd agreed to coming for dinner? Why doesn't Britt want Sam to know we've been talking? She's not even cheating yet and it's already secret. Is that going to... make this easier? No. Don't think it's gonna be easy, it isn't. You have to work for Brittany. For love. You can do it Santana. You can.
"Did you call her?" Quinn asked, coming to the door and leaning against its frame. Santana blinked and turned her head to face the blonde.
"Yeah," Santana answered. Quinn looked at her expectantly. "We're meeting up tomorrow and I'm taking her. She hasn't told Sam that we've talked or that we're going anywhere tomorrow. She also made it clear that she's with Sam and I pretended like I just want us to be friends again."
"She hasn't told Sam?" Quinn asked, confused. Santana shook her head.
"I think Sam doesn't like me. I don't like him, so it's not a problem. I think he knows that I've never gotten over Brittany. He knows that I hurt her and he hates me for it, just like I hate him for stealing her from me," Santana growled.
"Santana—"
"I can't help it, don't tell me not to hate him," Santana commanded. Quinn sighed. "Anyway. Britt and I are meeting up at noon at The Lima Bean. Quinn?"
"Yes?" Quinn asked quietly.
"Brittany... she hasn't changed right?" Santana asked. "Those huge fish lips didn't suck out her soul?"
"S, she's just the same as she's always been. Bubbly and imaginative. She's still just as bisexual as she's always been..."
"Good to know," Santana said with a laugh. "I was just making sure."
"Santana, you would've known these things if you stayed here. You might have had this whole chance earlier, and it would've been easier," Quinn pointed out thoughtfully.
"I know," Santana whispered, her voice shaky now. "I screwed up big time going to Los Angeles. I don't want to be there. I just wanted to be away from... them. I honestly didn't think they would last, because Britt loved me and I'm nothing like Sam..."
"Can I be honest with you?" Quinn asked.
"Please," the Latina breathed out.
"I like you and Britt better than Sam and Britt. All through high school, avoiding spin the bottle at Rachel's first real party, I always saw them as a brother-sister sort of relationship. Not... a dating, let alone marriage, relationship," Quinn explained. Santana smiled slightly, nodding. "And you have to know that I talked to Brittany for like a full week after she decided to get married. I talked to her about you."
Santana blinked, locking eyes with Quinn. "What'd you say? What'd she say?"
"I reminded her how much you loved each other, and she told me that she didn't think you loved her anymore anyway, and that she loved Sam too. I told her that she didn't really give you enough of a chance to get back with her before she started dating Sam," Quinn explained. "And she didn't talk to me for a whole week after that until I apologized."
"So...?"
The doorbell rang downstairs, and Quinn sighed. The blonde turned and left the guest bedroom. Santana huffed and stared up at the ceiling from her position on the bed.
Santana could only hear muffled sounds coming from downstairs. She heard a male voice, but she couldn't tell who it was. Finally, the Latina stood up and tiptoed out of her room and to the stairs, where she peaked down. Sam.
"I wanted to know what you're doing with Brittany tomorrow," Sam explained to Quinn, who held up her cell phone.
"You know, there's this great new technology called a cell phone!" Quinn exclaimed sarcastically.
"I'm on my way to work, I just thought this was better," Sam said. Santana bit her lip. Of course you did, you're stupid. "Anyway, where are you going with Brittany tomorrow?"
"We're having a girls day out. You know, going to lunch and a movie," she lied. Santana silently thanked her best friend.
"No one... is going with you two?" Sam asked, worried. He suspected her. He suspected Santana. Quinn shrugged.
"No. Why?" she asked.
Sam sighed. "Can I be honest with you Quinn?"
"Sure," Quinn answered slowly.
"I think Brittany's been talking to Santana. Yesterday she came home a little flustered but she wouldn't tell me what was wrong. Then she just got a phone call earlier and she left the room to take it... she said it was you?" Sam asked. Wow, the fish lip dude actually has a brain.
"Of course it was me," Quinn answered as if it were obvious. "Now go to work and stop worrying about Britt, okay?"
"If... if she does talk to Santana though... can you make sure..." Sam sounded as if he didn't know how to say what he wanted. Quinn gave him an impatient look. "I don't want Santana to hurt Brittany anymore. I don't trust her, I don't want her around Brittany. Okay?"
"Santana hasn't been home in a year, Sam," Quinn stated. "She's barely called me. I don't think she has plans to sneak up on your girl, okay?"
"Okay. Just... watch out for Brittany?" Sam asked, as the two made their way to the door.
"Trust me Sam. I will do everything I can for Brittany. Do what's best for her," Quinn promised.
"Thanks," Sam said, before leaving. Santana slowly came downstairs, and Quinn gave her a pointed look.
"He thinks... he thinks I'm going to hurt her? Again? Are you kidding me! That was the worst mistake I ever made in my entire life, and he thinks I would do it again?" Santana demanded.
"Calm down, okay?" the blonde suggested. "Maybe we need a girls day out. Okay? We'll go get our hair done, no offense or anything but I think you've been crying too much to notice that yours needs to be fixed. We'll get massages, get a manicure... okay?"
"Okay," Santana grumbled.
"Don't worry about Brittany," Quinn insisted. "You're going to Unicorn Land with her tomorrow. I got Sam covered."
"Thanks Q."
Santana woke up the next morning in panic. It was 9:00 AM and she had three hours to get ready, make sure she wasn't going to bust out in tears at seeing Brittany, and get to The Lima Bean. Ten minutes after Santana got up, she was gripping the edge of the counter in the bathroom, her knuckles white, as she stared into the sink. She didn't think she could do this.
Get it together, Lopez. Santana unclenched her hand and splashed her face with water before drying herself, putting on makeup and doing her hair. She wasn't going on a real date, but she wanted to look her best for Brittany, especially since she'd been tear stained when she'd first seen her.
It was ten o'clock before Santana was all dressed and made up for her day. She headed downstairs, where Quinn was finishing up breakfast. "What took you so long?"
"I was having a panic attack," Santana said simply.
"God Santana! Are you serious?" Quinn demanded. Santana nodded seriously, grabbing a plate with her breakfast on it. "Are you going to be able to handle today?"
"Sure," Santana answered nonchalantly.
"If Brittany calls me telling me that you're in a corner rocking back in forth, we're not going to keep this up," Quinn stated. Santana laughed.
"Yeah, no, Q. That's not going to happen," Santana exclaimed.
"Okay just... just be careful okay? Don't go all Lima Heights because of Sam or anything okay? Just be... friendly and normal," Quinn suggested.
The Latina huffed. "I know how to be friendly Quinn. Britt was my best friend before we... yeah." Santana scarfed down her breakfast, glancing at the clock as she finished. It wasn't even a half hour after ten yet.
"Santana, I know you're freaking out, but doing everything super fast isn't going to make time actually go by faster," Quinn explained, getting a sigh out of the other girl.
Santana waited impatiently in front of The Lima Bean. It was a few minutes past noon, and Santana was already feeling like Brittany might not show up. Stop being stupid, Santana. She's gonna come, she said she would. Sam, that stupid, big lipped blondie, is holding her up. He wants to make sure she's going to be with Quinn.
A few more minutes passed, and Santana finally saw Brittany approaching her. She looked beautiful, as always. Her blonde hair was long and straight, her eyes as blue as ever, and her outfit hugged her body in all the right places.
"Hey Santana!" Brittany exclaimed as she approached her, already acting more like her old self.
"Hey! You ready to hang out?" Santana asked, keeping her eyes away from Brittany's body, lips, hair and eyes. Basically, she was staring at her nose.
"Yep! Are you going to tell me where we're going?" Brittany asked, smiling. Santana smiled slyly and shook her head, leading the blonde to her car. "Why not?"
"It's a surprise, Britt," Santana answered. "I know you love surprises."
"You do?" Brittany asked, raising an eyebrow as Santana opened the passenger door for the blonde. Not really noticing the gesture, Brittany slid into the seat. The Latina moved to the other side.
"Of course I do, Britt. I still know you, no matter how long I've been gone," Santana insisted.
"What if you don't know the new me?" Brittany asked, concerned.
"Don't worry Britt." Santana started the car and drove out of her parking spot, out of the lot, and down the road. They had about half an hour until they would get to Unicorn Land.
"Why'd you suddenly decide to visit?" Brittany wondered. Santana's throat clenched.
"I realized that being away for so long wasn't helping... anything," Santana said simply, avoiding the topic of drinking and crying all night.
"You went to LA for what reason again?" Brittany asked. "Why didn't you stay at Louisville?"
"I wanted to be away from everything. It didn't improve anything, and I need a break from there now." Her hands were clenched on the steering wheel so hard that Santana was sure that her hands would never be able to move.
"Are you moving back?" Brittany asked excitedly.
"It all depends."
"On what?"
"If I have a reason to stay," Santana answered nonchalantly. She didn't look at Brittany, but she felt the blonde scanning her.
"Can you tell me where we're going yet?" Brittany finally asked. Santana shook her head. "Come on, please Santana?"
Brittany pouted and Santana felt her heart hurt. She literally thought she was about to die, but she swallowed hard and sighed. "Look," Santana answered, nodding to a sign that they were passing that said "THIS WAY TO UNICORN LAND".
"Santana... I'm too old for this," Brittany insisted, but it sounded forced to the Latina sitting next to her.
"You're not," Santana countered immediately. "If you are, then S-someone had done something to the amazing Brittany I knew a year ago."
Dang it Santana! You almost said Sam!
"Something did happen to that Brittany. She grew up, Santana," Brittany insisted.
"That Brittany I knew, she was already grown up," Santana insisted, tears forming in her eyes. She quickly blinked them back. "And Brittany now is covering her true colors up. Anyway, you agreed to go somewhere with me, this is where we're going."
"Fine."
"Tickets, ma'am?" a bored ticket collector asked as the two girls came up to the entrance. As Santana handed him two adult tickets, he eyed them suspiciously. Santana sure hoped that Brittany really hadn't outgrown this, or else Santana would sure feel like a idiot.
Brittany and Santana entered the park, and Brittany grabbed a map a little too eagerly. Santana knew already that she'd made the right choice. The blonde opened the map and gasped.
"What?" Santana asked as they walked towards the part of the park that split into three different areas.
"They have flying unicorns, Santana!" Brittany exclaimed. Santana smiled and looked at the map. It was one of those rides that you sad in and it lifted you up and spun around the big metal structure. Little kid rides, usually, but in this case, it was the perfect ride for Brittany.
"That's at the end of the path, Britt," Santana explained. "So we can ride it last. We'll save the best for last."
"Okay!" Brittany exclaimed happily. Santana could already see a much more bubbly Brittany coming to surface. But... would it help Santana?
The girls made their way through the amusement park, riding rides, playing games and eating food. At one game, Brittany begged Santana to play over and over until she won the fluffy stuffed unicorn, which the Latina obviously gave to Brittany.
It's like I never left. Except... I can't kiss her. Or hold her hand. Or even look at her eyes, her lips, her body.
"Santana! It's the flying unicorns!" Brittany squealed, pointing. A few passersby gave the girls odd looks, but neither of them really noticed. Santana laughed.
"Do you want to go on it now, Britt?" Santana asked.
"Yes, yes!"
When they reached the line, the lady working the ride asked if they wanted to share a unicorn, which pretty much meant sitting pressed up against each other, or get separate ones. Santana looked at Brittany to choose. Please say one... please.
"Two please," Brittany told the lady, avoiding Santana's gaze. The Latina hoped that the hurt on her face wasn't showing. When Brittany entered the area, Santana followed glumly. They climbed into separate unicorns, and Santana felt ridiculous without Brittany with her.
The ride started and the unicorns raised into the air. Little kids squealed, but Santana was waiting to hear Brittany being excited. She didn't hear anything from Brittany's unicorn. There was just a blonde sitting there, unexcited. What's wrong?
When the ride was over a few minutes later, Santana hurried to Brittany. "Is something wrong, Britt?"
"Yeah," Brittany answered. "Can... can you take me back to The Lima Bean? Please, right now? I can't... I shouldn't be here."
"Why not, Brittany? I haven't seen you in a year, and I get that it's mostly my fault, but I'm trying to be your friend again. I missed you," Santana told the blonde, her heart aching once again.
"Sam doesn't want me with you. He doesn't know you're in town. He also didn't want me to come here and make a fool of myself. I feel like I'm lying to him too much," Brittany muttered as she walked towards the exit of the park.
"Brittany, if Sam is making you change—" Santana started.
"Santana, please don't say I should be with you, because it isn't going to help right now," Brittany begged quietly yet firmly.
"I wasn't going to say that," Santana choked out. "I just wanted to ask you... if Sam is making you change so much... why do you want to be with him? Not over me, but in general?"
"I love him," Brittany said, as if it were obvious. "Can we please not talk about this? Please? I want to go home."
"Are... are you going to tell Sam?" Santana asked, her eyes getting wide.
"That I was here?" Brittany asked, getting a nod from the other girl. "No."
Santana sighed. That would keep her and Quinn in the low down. But the Latina's problems were not over, by far. How was she supposed to get Brittany back now?
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