Hey!
Before throwing this letter away just by seeing my name.. Please wait. Give me a chance, let me explain a couple of things. I feel like I need to, or like, I owe it to you. You out of all people. I know that me leaving like that was hard for you, San... (Can I still call you that?) I don't know but I'll still do it.
I know how much you went through,or I can't say I know.. I can imagine. But please, don't stop reading.
I left because I had nothing else to do. School was going like hell! All F's, seriously, what would I become with straight F's? A high school graduant who works at McDonald's for the rest of her life.. I don't think so. Honestly. It had been like that for such a long time.. Even when I tried to study it didn't work. IT just didn't work out. You know that, you tried to help me several times. I sucked at school, San. And then the.. you know, the feelings I had. They got me depressed, pressed me down. You know that incident? I honestly, honestly.. I wouldn't even be alive and breathing if you hadn't found me! So yeah, I'm sorry. Yet again. Sorry.

I had a friend who was in the same business, you know. She took me with her once and informed me about how much she actually makes and San.. IT'S AMAZING! I'm making more money than ever. I can finally buy all the things I never could before. I'm finally at a stable place in my life (economically) I mean.. I love dancing, so in some ways, I'm only following my dreams? Or, I like to think of it that way.. You know, to feel better about myself. I know that this "dancing" thing isn't the only thing I'm doing. And I bet you've heard about it as well. But look, I'm happy. I hope that matters. I hope the fact that I'm happy matters to you.
Aaaanyway.. I can't tell you where I am. I wouldn't want to risk it! (you might come look after me). I wouldn't want that. I really wouldn't want that to happen..! However, as I said.. I'm sorry.

How're you though (well I'm going to answer this in my own head "I'm fine, Brittany. I'm absolutely great!" because you can't answer this since I'm not giving you any address... Well, I'm doing great too. I'm fine. So please, stop worrying about me (if you are, but I suppose you are because I'm pretty lonely right now)!
I've been looking for someone to help me get to the top. Been doing so for quite a while.
Just wanted to catch up. I know, I know, it's stupid. I mean, we haven't spoken ever since what.. High School? Awful. Awful, and I know. I blame myself.. I'm deeply sorry for just leaving like that. As an end to this letter I just want you to know that I miss you. I miss you and Quinn, and Rachel. I miss you guys a lot! Thinkin' about you every single day. Maybe not Quinn and Rachel everyday, but you, yes. You know that right? I miss you, I miss you, I miss you! And I would come back if I could. But that won't happen. Ever, it can't happen. You know my parents and siblings are still very angry. I can imagine how much they hate me! Well.. I can't do anything about it. I needed to run away. And look, it was for a good cause. It took me to the top! I can almost call myself a star.

I Love You.

/ Brittany

I looked up at Santana after I finished reading the letter she had gotten from Brittany. She looked more pissed off than sad, honestly. She looked so angry – her eyes wattery, her skin turned red and her hands were shaky. She couldn't even look straight into my eyes without blinking as if she had something in her eye that irritated her. If you ask me, the letter was heartless. Purely heartless. A mess. A fucking joke. After three years of absolutely nothing from her, she sends Santana a damn letter? A letter. I was getting heated up as well.

"This right here, this is bullshit" I said and dropped the letter on her kitchen table.

"Tell me about it!" her voice was louder than her normal tone. "You know, I can't believe this shit! I can't even look at it. Put it away, seriously!" she was getting more and more unstable.

"Santana, calm down, look.. Remember that none of this is your fault. Leave it, don't think about it.. Let's burn it!" I suggested.

"Burn it?" she let out a sarcastic laugh. "You think burning it will make me stop thinking about it," she sat down "I'll just be re-reading it in my own mind"

"San.." I said and sat down beside her. She didn't respond to me.

It had been four months since we met at that coffee shop and caught up, talked and became friends again. I didn't know how to properly comfort her, it was very hard for me becuase for Santana, it was just like losing someone to death. What she was feeling at the moment was like someone she used to love, came back into her life directly from heaven. Or hell. No one ever knows.

"You deserve to be happy, you know" I said. No answer. "I know it might seem like you never will be again, but you will be. And I'll help you get there, is that okay?"

"I guess," she took a deep breath "I guess it's okay, Quinn"

"Good. Now let's set that fucking letter on fire!" I had a overly hyped tone in my voice just to maybe change her mood.

"Right, let's do it" she stood up and walked out to the backyard. Santana took out a lighter from her pocket and set the letter on fire. No hesitation, she held it up and lit it up and we both stood and watched it burn into flames.

"How does it feel?"

"I feel just like that piece of paper; heated and slowly fading away"