Prompt From: Tippi12

It was around 11 o'clock PM when Santana finally arrived home, which was way earlier than normal. Ever since her first album struck double platinum last year, her managers and producers have been pushing her extremely hard to do just as good and if not, better. Because of that, it ended up adding up to long hours at the recording studio and less time for her wife, Brittany.

Brittany and Santana had been married for five years. The first two and a half years of their marriage were perfect, since they were so young and carefree, they were able to do anything they wanted. While they both had their careers, their careers weren't as demanding as they are now. At 27, Santana is one of the top musicians in the world and Brittany owns a series of buildings that are all connected to her dance company, Killer Moves. The name stems from something her and Santana came up with, Santana helped her pick a name that boys would be okay claiming if they took dance lessons. The company began taking up a lot of Brittany's time, but not as much as Santana's managers were taking from her.

"Brit-Brit!" Santana sing-song called as she walked through their penthouse in New York City looking for the blonde.

She knew that Brittany shouldn't be sleeping by now, even though she comes home really late sometimes, Brittany normally always tried to stay up and wait for her. It was still difficult for them to fall asleep without one another. Even when they were fighting with each other, they always found themselves wrapped in one another's arms when falling asleep.

Santana came skipping down the hallway with a smile on her face, not being able to contain her excitement for the good news that she had. She had been talking with her managers and they loved the songs that she had wrote about Brittany and they wanted her to write more instead of buying somebody else's words.

When Santana rounded the corner to her and Brittany's room she noticed the door was half way closed, which was odd because there was always an open door policy in the house.

Santana shrugged her shoulders and began padding towards the door, that is, until she heard Brittany talking. She stopped right by the crack of the door and listened, she knew that it was wrong to spy on her wife, but she kinda felt the need to. After all, Brittany had been really weird while talking to her lately. She barely even touched her recently and Brittany had always been really handsy. The only time that Brittany made any effort to touch her was when she wanted to get off because she was horny; other than that, there were barely pecks on the lip to say hello and goodbye. It made Santana sad inside that Brittany didn't seem to be as in love with everything about her anymore. She sighed and softly put her head near the door.

"Stoooopppp." Brittany giggled like a schoolgirl causing Santana to quirk her eyebrow, she hadn't heard this laugh from Brittany in months, it was almost nostalgic to hear it again now. It also made her frown, because she knew that it wasn't because of her that Brittany was laughing like that.

"Stop it. You're cuter than me and you have to accept it already. No, I love you more." Brittany continued to giggle in the bedroom.

Santana's heart clenched at hearing those words, No, I love you more. It made Santana's heart drop and she just felt, numb.

She knew that her and Brittany were getting bad, the blonde was keeping too much distance between them for a reason unknown to Santana. She just didn't think that it was this bad. It turns out that all of the tears that she had shed over the last few weeks weren't for no reason, her suspicions were right. Brittany was cheating on her.

Santana stood there for what felt like forever until Brittany's laughter died down. She sat there with her silent tears dripping down her face while she listened to the love of her life flirt with somebody else, in their bed, in their house. It was about a half an hour later when she finally heard Brittany gesture to get off the phone, "Alright baby, I gotta go. She should be home any minute now. I love you too. Bye."

Santana quietly stood up and wiped the tears off of her face. She softly trotted to the bathroom down the hall and took one of the hand towels and doused it in cold water. She placed the towel on her face in hopes of being able to get rid of the tear stains on her cheeks. She didn't want Brittany asking any questions about why she was crying; she wouldn't know what to say to her. Yeah, I've been eavesdropping on you for the past like 45 minutes or so and I heard you on the phone talking lovey dovey to somebody who wasn't me. No big deal.

After about 10 minutes, she finally gathered up the courage to go into the bedroom. When she walked in, she's never been happier to see Brittany sleeping. She slowly changed her clothing to something more comfortable and laid down softly on her side of the bed, as close to the edge as she possibly could.

Brittany must've felt the bed dip because she scooted close behind Santana and wrapped her arms around the smaller woman's body. She planted a soft kiss on the back of Santana's neck and let her hands begin to wander, "Hey baby." Brittany said in between kisses.

"Hi Brit." Santana said softly, trying to ignore the way that her body seemed to always react to Brittany's touch.

Brittany let her hands dip lower on Santana's body until she got to the bottom of the Latina's shirt and slowly rose her hands under the thin fabric to Santana's chest. Once Brittany began to grope Santana's chest, that was when Santana just couldn't.

Santana brought her hand up to find Brittany's hand and gently pulled it away, which earned a groan from Brittany. Who then rolled onto her back and huffed at the ceiling.

"Santana, what's the issue?" Brittany asked, obviously annoyed that Santana rejected her advances.

"Nothing Brit, I'm just not in the mood right now is all." Santana said in a quiet tone, even though she knew it was a lie.

"That seems to be happening a lot lately." Brittany mumbled, clearly frustrated.

"Well, I don't know what to tell you Brittany." Santana began angrily sitting up. "Maybe if you ask your baby that you were on the phone with. Maybe they'd give something up to you because they obviously don't care that you have a fucking wife."

Brittany looked at Santana with a deer caught in headlights look etched across her face before finally speaking, "What? Santana you're crazy. You don't know what you're talking about."

"Yeah, you didn't think that I knew about that huh?" Santana asked with tears beginning to drip from the corner of her eyes, "Well, I do."

"Santana, it's not like that." Brittany began.

Santana immediately shot the blonde a glare while her face shrunk up between hurt and disgust choosing to speak even knowing her voice was going to break, "How could you do this to me?"

"Santana-" Brittany began, trying to reach for her wife's arm.

"Don't." Santana said as she lifted her hand up and crossed her arms to get Brittany to stop talking. Brittany stared at her with a frown on her face as she watched Santana get up and leave the bedroom.

Brittany didn't know what to do, or how she would be able to comfort her wife, so she just sat there. She sat there and stared at the door blankly before screaming into her pillow frustrated.

After about an hour of simply lying there, Brittany got up and searched the area to see where Santana was and to make sure that she didn't leave.

She didn't.

She was fast asleep on the couch with tears staining her face and she was breathing heavily. Brittany looked down at the other woman and gently brushed some of the stray hairs out of her face before leaning down and kissing Santana softly on the cheek.

She hated when Santana was hurt like this, she didn't mean for it to happen like this.

/

2:30 AM

"Santana, what are you doing here?" Mercedes asked groggily as she tried to rid the sleep from her eyes.

Santana didn't say anything, instead, she kept her head down and softly walked past Mercedes and into the darker woman's apartment. Mercedes took notice of the Latina's quiet demeanor and made sure that she stayed civil with the woman, even though she did just get woken up at close to 3 in the morning.

"Santana, what's wrong?" She asked warily.

Santana began shaking her head softly, obviously in disbelief about whatever was going on in her mind. Her eyes began to visibly well up and her ears started to turn red. She was going to cry.

Taking notice, Mercedes quickly grabbed Santana and wrapped her up in her arms and held her close. Santana never cries, not unless she's drunk anyways. Mercedes didn't question her the rest of the night. She simply took Santana into her bedroom and laid the Latina down with her and stood awake until she fell asleep. Soon following suit.

/

When Santana woke up the next morning, she was confused at first as to why she was in Mercedes' bed, but then she remembered. She took in a deep breath and dragged her hands over her face in frustration.

"Knock Knock," Mercedes said while walking into her bedroom once she noticed that Santana was awake. Santana turned and looked at Mercedes while waiting for her to continue. "I made food San, I don't know if you're up to eat or not. You normally don't eat when you're upset."

"Yeah, no, I don't want to eat. Thanks tho 'Cedes." Santana said softly, still not removing her hands from her face.

Mercedes sat on the corner of her bed and looked at the Latina, "do you want to tell me what happened?"

"brittanysmphhhmphhonme." Santana squished together.

Mercedes raised an eyebrow before leaning forward and lifting the hand that was covering Santana's mouth. "Say that again."

"Brittany's cheating on me." Santana whispered out.

Mercedes looked on in shock, "That's something pretty serious to accuse Britt of. Are you sure?"

"I heard her on the phone 'Cedes." Santana sighed.

"I'm so sorry." Mercedes said barely above a whisper.

"You and me both."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

Santana simply shook her head. "Not really."

Mercedes nodded her head and thought of something else to talk about. "Did you finish your songs for your album?"

"I have to do one more. I have to write the lyrics, I already have the beat. I was going to write it about Brittany but I don't really have the happiness to write about her anymore." Santana said as she began to sit up.

"Maybe that's what we could work on today?" Mercedes suggested, "Help you let off some steam maybe? Don't write a happy song, write about what you're feeling?"

Santana stared into the blank space and slowly began to nod. "Yeah, that sounds good. I, uh, I can show you the beat and stuff that I have so that you can try and help me with the lyrics."

Mercedes nodded along and she and Santana left the bedroom and went out into what should be the dining room, but had been transformed into a music room for Mercedes. Santana sat down at the piano and cracked her knuckles. "We can speed it up or slow it down, whatever you think sounds better." Santana said before starting to play the song.

Mercedes began bobbing her head to the beat that Santana played on the piano. "I like it."

"Thanks." Santana mumbled.

"Are you ready to try and think of the lyrics?" Mercedes asked her, to which, Santana nodded her head softly. "Alright, lets work on the chorus first. That way it'll help us make the song flow better once we think of the verses and such."

Santana brought out her cell phone to write type it out, but she cringed when she noticed the calls and text messages from Brittany. Mercedes walked over and took the phone away from Santana and handed her a notebook and pen instead, which Santana silently thanked her for. Mercedes threw the cell phone into her bedroom and came back into the room.

"Alright, when you think of last night and what happened," Mercedes paused, "what's the first thing that comes to mind?"

"The first thing that comes to mind is probably when she called me crazy. She said that I didn't know what I was talking about and pretty much what I was saying wasn't true, but I know what she was doing, I fucking heard her on the phone myself. And I can't stop hearing her call whoever it was baby. Mercedes, she's never called anybody but me that." Santana rambled becoming angry.

"There we go. All these emotions, chorus. The chorus keeps coming up and that's all you can think about. Alright, she called you crazy, you didn't know what you were talking about and she called somebody baby. Sounds like the chorus of a soon to be hit song. Play the keys for where the chorus is supposed to come." Mercedes said to Santana who quickly complied.

You called me crazy

I know what I've seen hun

You called them baby

Looks like I'm not the only one

Mercedes finished singing.

Santana sat for a moment. "I don't like the way that flows, it seems choppy." She stopped to think for a moment. "Alright, listen to this. By the way, I love the last line." Santana smirked before singing.

You say I'm crazy

'Cause you don't think I know what you've done

But when you call me baby

I know I'm not the only one

Santana looked at Mercedes after she finished singing and waited to gauge a reaction. Mercedes began grinning widely, "Love it. Now we just need to figure out the rest of the song meaning the verses and the breakdown."

Santana looked at Mercedes and smiled faintly.

The rest of that day was spent with the two of them working on Santana's last song and figuring out how to fix it so that it was perfect.

Mercedes continued to pull ideas from the Latina. She asked her tons of questions about how she felt and she helped her put it in an order that would make sense. The song started with the marriage vows and seeped into the changes. It talked about the hurt and why she knew it wasn't over. It talked about the issues of the blonde forever being "too busy" and for some reason, never being available when Santana was and always cancelling their plans that they made together. By the end of the song, Santana simply began pouring her heart out.

/

The next few days, Santana didn't talk much to Brittany. She was always in the studio and she continued to stay at Mercedes' house. She ignored most of Brittany's text messages, but always made sure to text her before she went to bed to let her know that she was still alive and well. Or at least as well as she could be with everything that was going on.

The normal amount of time that it would take for a song to be produced was cut down to a fourth. The song that Santana had wrote with the help of Mercedes was soon complete and it was the only song out of the album that was turned into a single. The record label just couldn't help it, they knew that it was going to garnish tons of attention.

The first time that the song played on the radio was about three weeks after Santana had left hers and Brittany's penthouse.

The first time Brittany heard the song, it was a few days after the first day it aired, and it broke her heart.

The blonde knew that Santana was going to be on a morning radio show and she of course wanted to support her wife, even though she knew that they were having issues, she tuned into the whole show. She knew that the song that she had been hearing about was most likely going to be brought up since it was such a hit. It was brought up, and when it was, Brittany couldn't believe her ears.

The host actually kept pestering Santana to sing the song live with the beat playing on the radio. After a little reluctance, she finally agreed.

You and me, we made a vow

For better or for worse

I can't believe you let me down

But the proofs in the way it hurts

For months on end I've had my doubts

Denying every tear

I wish this would be over now

But I know that I still need you here

You say I'm crazy

'Cause you don't think I know what you've done

But when you call me baby

I know I'm not the only one

You've been so unavailable

Now sadly I know why

Your heart is unobtainable

Even though Lord knows you've kept mine

You say I'm crazy

'Cause you don't think I know what you've done

But when you call me baby

I know I'm not the only one

I have love you for many years

Maybe I am just not enough

You've made me realize my deepest fear

By lying and tearing us up

You say I'm crazy

'Cause you don't think I know what you've done

But when you call me baby

I know I'm not the only one

I know I'm not the only one

I know I'm not the only one

And I know…

I know I'm not the only one

Actually listening to the lyrics, it broke Brittany's heart and the tears were undeniable. She was able to hear the pain in Santana's voice, and she knew that she was the reason for it.

While all of the tabloids blew up and continued to make a humongous deal about what was going on. Nothing compared to how little Santana was making about it. Santana started coming home, but she still refused to talk too long to Brittany. She didn't talk to the blonde for more than a few basic things.

They still didn't talk about their days; even though Brittany has tried to talk to her about Santana's day since the latina started coming home. Santana, however, didn't talk to the blonde much beside asking her what she wanted for dinner or if she paid the bills that she was responsible for. There was nothing personal about the conversations that they had together.

After a little while longer, Santana began to acknowledge Brittany when she would come home, even though it was just a simple "hi". It was progress.

The conversation started to pick up a little more as each week passed by and more as the months passed. Finally, Santana got to the point where she would say at least one full sentence with a whole subject and predicate to the blonde. The first sentence wasn't exactly what Brittany was expecting to hear.

"We need to start couples counselling." Santana said with no emotion in her voice before walking out of the room and to the bedroom.

It hurt Brittany hearing those words, but she knew that it was what they needed. She took it upon herself to set up their first meeting to make sure that she showed Santana that she was serious about working on their relationship and fixing her mistakes.

The first meeting was a little...Odd, to say the least.

The councillor just went over what their relationship was like and when they both thought that it took it's turning point down the road they were on now.

The next few visits seemed to be a little better. A dialogue had begun to be built and that showed at home when Santana would say more than one sentence to the blonde without immediately walking away from her.

After a few more meetings, they finally began talking about the real issue, the alleged cheating.

It wasn't as bad as Santana thought that it was. Although it was still bad. Brittany hadn't been cheating on Santana physically, it had just been emotionally. If even that; Brittany had no real feelings for who she was talking to, she was simply talking to them all the time because she had become lonely with the long hours that Santana worked and their lack of time together.

It was still no excuse however, and it had hurt Santana to no end.

They continued counselling and would soon one day become as they were. There were sure to be a few trust issues, but things happen.

They knew that no matter how bad things got, there would still never be anybody better for them than each other.