Chapter 4

Kurt and Rachel had tried to call Brittany multiple times while Santana was showering, with no answer. Defeated, the two grabbed their coffees and moved to the living room.

"Is it bad that the gossip in me really wants to know what happened?" Kurt asks, taking a sip of his coffee.

"If the only reason you want to know is so you can gossip about it, than yeah Kurt, that's bad" Rachel answers, grabbing the remote and flipping through channels.

The two hear the shower turn off, followed by the sound of the bathroom door opening.

"I'm gonna ask her" Kurt decides.

"She's going to kill you" Rachel warns, deciding on a show.

Santana walks into the living room, trying to dry her hair but with no such luck look like I'll have to let this mess air dry she resigns.

"Hey San? Can we talk?" Kurt asks, he's terrified of the Latina but manages to keep is voice steady.

"Yep" she answers, sitting down next to Kurt on the couch.

"Okay, look", he starts, fidgeting a little, "I'm going to ask you something and if you don't answer me truthfully you can't live here anymore"

"Kurt!" Rachel yells.

"Okay, fine, that last part was a lie. Basically I will not stop asking until you tell me though"

"So are you going to ask me?" Santana laughs nervously.

"Why did you and Brittany break up?" Kurt asks, looking into Santana's eyes.

Santana shifts uncomfortably in her seat while nervously running a hand through her wet hair.

"I broke up with her," she answers finally in a quiet voice.

"Why?" was all Kurt said.

"I never saw her anymore, I didn't think it was fair to keep a hold on her anymore…I didn't think she'd actually let me" she sighs, looking down at her hands.

"Didn't think she'd let you do what?" Rachel asks, turning off the TV and joining the conversation.

"Well, like, I dunno. I thought I would say what I said, and then she'd tell me there was no way she was letting me go…or something like that anyways" she looks up, her eyes are about to betray her, she can feel like tears forming.

"You thought she would fight for you." Kurt said, mostly thinking out loud. It wasn't a question; it was a realization, Santana never meant to break up with Brittany.

"Yeah basically. She didn't though, so whatever" she answers, wiping her eyes and getting up, "I'm going to get dressed." And with that the Latina leaves the living room.

Kurt and Rachel look at each other, neither of them was expecting this.

"Well that was stupid" Rachel says, turning back to the TV.

"Rachel, are you honestly implying that if you were in the same place as Santana that you wouldn't try the same shit?" Kurt asks accusingly.

"Would you?!" Rachel asks

"Yeah, I would. I get what she was trying to do." Kurt says, getting up to wash his coffee mug out.

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AN: At this point its like a week later in the story. If you don't like it…whatever.

"I'm really not a fan of this" Santana said, helping Rachel get blankets out of the linin closet.

"I know, but a pipe burst in her apartment Santana, where else is she going to stay?" Rachel says, grabbing a pillow.

"Anywhere else would be fine, a homeless shelter would be preferable to this." She answers as she thinks back to last week.

They were at callbacks again, why are they always there? The only person who seems to be here more than us is Cam. Speak of the devil.

"Hey guys!" I heard her say, running toward us and dishing out hugs. First Rachel, then Kurt, finishing with me. I'm not going to lie, the hug felt nice, like really nice, but it didn't change the fact that a stranger was touching me. Before I could say anything, I felt her hand close around mine,

"Come on, I got us a table" she smiles, pulling me along with her.

At this point I'm trying really hard to be mad, or at least a little pissed off. It was really hard though; this girl was so fucking charming. I spent the entire night actively ignoring her advances, purposely not laughing at her jokes and not clapping at any of her songs. No false hope, she won't want me after tonight. I had hoped anyways, but of course, I was wrong. That night was pretty much the only night Cam didn't come back with Kurt after CallBacks, so as we were leaving the club I felt accomplished, I had managed to keep her at bay.

I was wrong.

Rachel and Kurt were already out of sight when I felt someone grab my wrist and pull me back. Before I knew what was even happening, Cameron's lips crashed against mine. My brain knew I should slap her across her stupid face, but my heart seemed to be saying, "Seriously Santana? We need this!" so of course, I kissed her back. So much for no false hope.

Eventually my brain overpowered my heart and I pushed her away, "I'm sorry" I stammered, "I can't", and with that I turned and ran after my friends.

I hadn't seen her since.

"I really don't understand why you hate her so much" Rachel says, refolding the blankets and placing them on the couch, "she's really a nice person."

"She just rubs me the wrong way" that was a terrible excuse she thought to herself, oh well, there is no way I'm telling them she kissed me.

"Whatever Santana," Rachel said, rolling her eyes, "You have to at least play nice while she's here"

"Fine"

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Santana is in her room when she hears Cameron's voice, why does she have to live here? She thinks to herself. It wasn't even like she hated the girl, that wasn't it at all. The fact was that she was really attracted to Cameron and she felt bad about it. I mean, she just broke up with Brittany, she shouldn't be feeling anything towards anyone right now! Fuck! She thinks, crashing onto the bed. Well better go say hi, she thinks, gathering herself and leaving her bedroom.

"Hey Santana!" Cameron says excitedly, rushing over to hug the Latina. When Cam's arms close around her, she can hardly breathe. Not because the girl was holding her tightly, but because being this close to Cameron was almost too much to handle. She smells really good, Santana thinks, inhaling the girl's vanilla perfume before removing herself from the hug.

"Hey Cam." She answers smiling. Rachel told me to play nice she thinks, looking over at her roommate.

"So Santana, Cam, I have to leave for school shortly" Rachel says, checking her watch, "and after class I have a rehearsal with Brody. Kurt is working late today finishing some column or something, so the two of you will be alone until pretty late." Rachel says, looking at Santana as a playful grin lands on her face.

"Cool" was all Cameron said as she took her bag toward the couch, "what did you want to do tonight then?" She asks, looking at Santana.

"I don't know, maybe just hang out and watch a movie or something? I don't really feel like going out and partying today".

"Sounds awesome."

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"It doesn't look like Kurt or Rachel have a lot of movies to choose from Cam." Santana says, bent over the entertainment unit, rifling through piles of records, but as of right now, no DVDS.

"Well we could just turn the TV on and see what happens?" Cam suggests grabbing the remote off the coffee table.

"Yeah I guess that works" Santana answers, turning around and facing Cam. That girl is really fucking hot she thinks to herself as she scans the areas she could sit in. The empty seats include a chair, and the other spot on the couch. Because of her confusing feelings, she opts for the chair.

"What are you doing?" Cam asks, "Come sit next to me."

Santana gets up and walks toward the couch, but before sitting down she decides she needs to be honest with her new roommate.

"Look, the other night" she begins.

"Stop," Cam interrupts, "It was my fault, I shouldn't have kissed you, now will you please sit down" she asks again.

"That's not what I was going to say," Santana answers, sitting down on the couch. She turns her body to face Cam, "I really liked it when you kissed me, and that was really confusing for me. I mean I know I'm gay, that wasn't the confusing part" She starts, laughing, "See, I just got out of a really serious relationship, like I thought I'd be with this girl until I died. So when you kissed me, I…felt things." She says, looking down at her hands. "I feel really guilty, like I know we aren't together anymore, but I feel like I'm betraying Britt or something."

"I really didn't want you to feel that way," Cam says, her voice shaking slightly.

"No I know," Santana says, settling into the couch, "so what are we watching?" she asks, smiling at Cam.

They were halfway through The Avengers when her phone started ringing from her bedroom.

"Did you want me to pause it?" Cam asks, looking for the remote.

"No, it's cool. It'll probably be quick, plus I've seen it before" Santana answers, hurrying to her room.

"Hello?" she asks, sitting down on her bed.

"Santana hi! Oh my god!" a familiar voice answered on the other line.

"Mercedes?" Santana asks, checking her caller ID, "Why does it say your number is restricted?"

"Long story, that's not why I called," The girl said excitedly, "Check Facebook"

"Okay?" Santana answers, placing her phone between her ear and her shoulder as she reaches for her computer. "What am I looking for exactly?" she asks, logging in.

"You'll know. Oh and San?" she says.

"What?"

"I'm really sorry" Mercedes sighs into the phone.

Santana was just about to ask what the hell the girl was talking about when she saw the first thing on her newsfeed. It was a top story because so many people have commented and liked it. She felt her dinner churn in her stomach as she finally began taking in what she was seeing.

Brittany S. Pierce is now in a relationship with Sam Evans

She hadn't even realized she had dropped the phone on the ground; she hadn't noticed the tears threatening to spill over and down her face, what she did notice however, was her rage. How could I be so stupid? She thought I was worried about hurting Britt! She clearly had no intention of trying not to hurt me.

She slammed her computer closed and stood up.

Two can play at this game Brittany S. Pierce she thinks as she walks back into the living room.