A/N: Here's chapter 7! Enjoy readers! :)

Oh, there also may be a few mistakes, that's all me!


I let out a breath and smile. I repeat her words in my head, "You can be an exception."

My hands are still rested on her hips and her hands are currently on my shoulders while we're just looking at each other. I don't think I ever want her to close her eyes. I'd miss looking at them. Brittany looks down at my lips and then back up to my eyes. She starts leaning in again, and there was no way I was going to ever stop her.

But he was.

My eyes divert away from her because I see a figure behind her and it's her friend. Alex. Then I remember everything and the reason why I was leaving in the first place.

I take a step back from her and I can tell Brittany's hurt. Her face says it all. I try to give her a smile and motion for her to look back.

She looks back and she doesn't even have to look that long to know who the figure belongs too. Brittany turns back in my direction; she sighs and closes her eyes. Her eyes open and we're just looking at each other. I don't know what to do. A part of me wants her to tell me to stay and meet her friends but I can see it in her eyes and I know she's stuck. It's like she wants me to stay but at the same time, she wants him to stay too and I pick up on that. I look down and then look back up. We make eye contact and I think she wants me to say something. Something to reassure her that I'm okay, but all I can give her is a weak smile and a shrug. I step back closer to her; kiss her forehead and whisper, "I'll see you around, Brittany."

I turn around and start walking home. Fuck taking a cab.

I figured a lot of a shit happened just in one night: I hung out with a girl that I met in a plane not even month ago, we had a good time, some guy showed up, we kissed, and he showed up again. I just need some time alone.

Are things going way too fast? I mean, I did just meet her. Dammit. This is what happens when you're brain starts thinking at night. Shit gets deep. I feel like shit.

When I get home, I call Puck. He picks up after the second ring.

"Hey," I say, sounding defeated.

"I'll be over in ten."

"Okay," I breathe.

Thank god I didn't have to explain shit. Puck may be an ass sometimes but we get each other. It's just how our relationship is.

Eight minutes later, there's a knock on my door and I see Puck standing there with a lot of beer.

"Thanks." I say.

"No problem. Now let me in." Puck says.

I step away from the door and let him in. Once he's in, I shut the door. Puck places the beer on the kitchen island and I head for the couch. About ten seconds later I feel the couch dip and I see Puck sit down next to me and hands me a beer. I mumble a "thanks." And he just nods.

We just sit there on the couch, in silence, drinking beer.

A good twenty minutes and a lot of beer later, I speak up.

"Why are girls so complicated?" I ask. "I mean, I get that situations get messy sometimes but they could at least ease it up a bit just by being straight up. I-I...I just…fuck it." I say.

Puck moves to the other couch to make it easier for us to talk, and then he says, "I don't know San, may—"

I'm too caught up in my own head to listen though so I cut him off, "Can't they just give a simple "Yes, I like you" or a "No, I don't like you."? Yeah shit would hurt my feelings but at least I wouldn't have to sit around wondering if I should keep trying or stop you know?"

"Is this about that girl?" Puck asks.

Silence.

I don't answer. And just by doing that, Puck has his answer. I hear him sigh and then he speaks up, "Tell me what happened, because at the Ice skating rink, it looked like you guys were getting pretty cozy."

"Long story short, there's somebody else."

"Really? She does not look like someone who would play people like that."

"No, not like that. Like, she's single, but I think someone from the past is back and they want to change that status. You know?"

I'm laying down on the couch now and Puck does the same on the other couch.

After a few minutes later, Puck slowly nods and he just looks sad for me. "I'm sorry, San."

It's funny how I went from wanting this day to go on forever to just wanting it to end already. I close my eyes and just shrug my shoulders because what the hell can I do about it?


I wake up the next morning with a really big headache. I get up and look around my apartment to see Puck sleeping on my other couch. There's at least twenty empty beer cans on my coffee table. I look at the time and it's 9:22. I groan and burry my face back into the sofa. I'm about to drift off into sleep again when my phone goes off. I look at it and I see that I have three text messages from Quinn, Kurt, and Brittany.

Berry's Bitch: How was your date? Let's go get coffee so you can tell me about it!

Porcelain: How did it go with Brittany? Is it fate? You're telling me about it over coffee!

I just smile and shake my head. Those two and coffee. I'm seriously debating on just getting them a gift card from Starbucks for Christmas.

My smile fades though when I see a text from Brittany. It doesn't fade because I'm mad at her or sad though. I'm just not sure what to make of it. I don't know if I should read it or not because it if it's something I don't want to hear then…I don't know. Curiosity gets the best of me though and I click on her name.

BRITTANY S. PIERCE: Thanks for taking me out last night! Do you want to meet somewhere? I think I need to explain some things to you…

I'm currently staring at my phone think about whether or not I should meet with her. I don't think I can make a decision right now so I just reply to Quinn and Kurt. I tell them to meet me at our same coffee spot at ten.

My head still hurts, it makes sense from all the empty beer cans I see. I stretch and see Puck still knocked out. I grab a pillow and throw it at him which startles him because he jumps up but there's not enough room on the sofa so he falls to the ground with a loud "thud."

"We're gonna get coffee. Go get ready in the guest bedroom! Oh, there's some medicine in the cabinets." I yell, walking off to my bathroom.

Puck and I arrive at the coffee spot and we both have sun glasses on because the sun is not our best friend right now. We spot Quinn and Kurt and walk towards them.

They see us arriving and they have a confused look planted on their faces. "Rough night?" Quinn asks.

I don't say anything but Puck just nods.

"You guys went to the club? I thought you had a date with Brittany." Kurt says.

"No we didn't go to the club. And it wasn't a date." I croak. "We had a pity party for me though." I say trying to joke around.

They don't laugh though so I just switch subjects, "Did you guys order the coffee?" I ask.

Quinn nods. She puts her elbows on the table with the palms of her hands facing up and then she rests her chin on them. "So how was the hanging out thing with Brittany?" She asks with a smirk.

"Great! Just really fucking fantastic!" I say sarcastically.

"Geez, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed." Quinn mumbles.

"More like someone woke up on the only side of the couch." I retort.

"Alright, Satan, tell us what's wrong." Kurt cuts in.

I sigh, because I know I'm being a bitch. I really shouldn't be taking it out on them. They did help me get ready yesterday, anyways.

"Alright, but can we just wait till my coffee gets here?" I ask.

They both nod. Kurt's about to say something but the waiter arrives with mine and Pucks' coffee.

"Story time!" They both cheer.

I huff and look to Puck who just shrugs because he knows they won't leave me alone unless I tell them.

"The ice skating part went perfect." I say. "I fell on my ass on the rink but it was still perfect because I got her to laugh." I say smiling. "I took her get hot chocolate at a coffee shop, we took pictures with my camera. I got her to smile and like I said before it was perfect."

"Okay so if it went perfect, then why are you in such a bad mood?" Kurt asks, curiously.

"Well, I wasn't done with the whole story." I tell him

"Oh. Okay, continue!"

I begin again, "Sometime during our coffee break or whatever, her phone rang. She answered it and came back but she was distracted. Then her phone kept on going off but she ignored it."

I paused to look at their reactions. Even Puck was interested because I only told him the problem of it all not the story.

I continue, "It got sort of awkward so I was like, alright, "time to go home" so we headed to her apartment and when we arrived, I got out and she asked if I wanted to meet her friends so I said sure. When we got to her door a guy showed up."

I paused again and I see Kurt with his mouth hanging open and I see Quinn with furrowed eyebrows.

"His name was Alex, I think." I say. "Anyways, he showed up and he wanted to talk to her and I didn't want to be a part of any kind of drama. Lord knows I've had enough of that. So I told her I was just going to go. Before I left though she said she wanted to walk me down and she told the guy that she'd be back."

I sigh because this is where the emotional shit is. "We walk down and I she looked said so I just told her it was bad timing and that I could meet her friends another time." I looked at Quinn, Kurt and Puck and they all nodded.

"She got happier when I said that." I say smiling. "…we just stood there in silence staring at each other, and then she started to get closer and closer until we kissed…don't get too happy though. After we broke apart, she was going to go in for another kiss but then her friend showed up so I moved back. I looked at her and told her I that I'd see her around and that was that." I finish.

"I still don't get why you're in a bad mood though." Kurt cuts in. "He could just really be a friend."

"The look on his face clearly showed that they were more than friends." I reply.

"Key word being were." Quinn says

"Yeah." I reply. "Girls are so complicated! You should've seen her face when she saw him. But then she goes and kisses me and that just fucks up the whole getting over her thing because like her, it was perfect." I say sounding defeated. I slump back down into my chair and continue, "There's someone from her past that wants to be a part of her future and if I get in the middle of things, there's going to be a lot of drama."

"The way I see it is that he's the one that's getting in the middle of things. I mean, this is the present and if the past wants to intervene, then the past is the one that's getting in the middle of things. He's a part of the past for a reason." Kurt says.

Quinn and Puck both nod. I look at them, then at Kurt and I take his words into consideration.

Puck speaks up, "Did she try to explain things to you?"

"She didn't owe me an explanation. We're just friends who were hanging out."

"Friends my ass." Puck says under his breath.

"…She did text me this morning though."

"And?" They all ask at once.

"She wanted to meet up so she can explain some things."

"Okay, so meet her!" Quinn says. "I don't like seeing you all sad and shit."

"I don't know. What if I meet up with her and she explains but I don't like how her explanation goes?"

"Then you'd have your answer on whether or not to keep trying or to stop." Puck says simply.

I go over his words in my head. Repeating them over and over and they actually make sense. I pick my phone up from the table and text Brittany telling her to meet me at the park where we were at with Beth, at five. Barely two minutes later she texts me back.

BRITTANY S. PIERCE: Okay! I'm happy we're meeting up! See you then!


Its 4:00 right now and I'm heading to Quinn and Rachel's place.

When I arrive, I see everyone's car, which means everyone's here. Lucky me! And by everyone I mean: Quinn, Rachel, Kurt, Puck, his lady friend, Sam, and Mercedes. Well, might as well make the best of this.

The minute I walk through the door, I get tackled to the ground.

"Sanny! Are we still going shopping today? Is that why you're here?" Beth questions.

Shit, I totally forgot about that.

"Awh, Beth. I'm sorry sweetie, but I think our shopping day is going to need a rain check."

"Oh, don't worry! I watched the weather woman today and she said no rain!" Beth says proudly.

I chuckle and I pinch her cheeks. "You are the cutest thing ever. But what I mean is I don't think we can go today. I have to meet up with a friend in a little bit." I explain.

Beth puffs out her cheeks and tries to look mad at me. "That's not fair, you can't do that face." I say to her

I lift her up and kneel down in front of her. She has her arms crossed and she has her pouty face on. "What if…I give you one of your Christmas presents early?" I ask her with a smile on my face. When she hears that, her frown is turned upside down in less than three seconds and she wraps her arms my neck.

"Am I forgiven?"

"Yes! Where's it at?!"

"In my car, wanna help me get it?" Thank god, I did some Christmas shopping earlier. Beth jumps down from my arms and rushes out the door and towards my car. I follow behind and I unlock the back and I hold the box in my hand.

Beth sees it and she gets really excited. "Can I hold it!?"

I laugh at her cuteness and nod. I hand the wrapped gift to her and she starts running back into the house. Beth enters the kitchen with me following behind and she starts screaming.

"Mommy! Rach! Look what Sanny got me for Christmas!"

"Santana! I get that you love her and who wouldn't? She's extremely cute, but did you really have to give her, her present weeks before Christmas? Quinn is not going to like this." Rachel says.

"Chill Rachel, it's just one present." I say.

"There's more?" Rachel asks.

I hear someone clearing their throat and I turn around to see a very unhappy looking Quinn tapping her foot on the ground.

I just smile at her and shrug my shoulders. We turn our attention back to Beth and she starts to unwrap her gift. The way her face lights up when she see the pink princess camera just makes my day.

I hear a squeal and I can't help but giggle. Beth turns back to me and hugs me.

"Now I can be like you!" She squeals.

I just nod and then Quinn speaks up. "What do you say San, Beth?"

"Thank you so, so, soooo much!" Beth says and she hugs me again.

"You're welcome sweetie."

"Come on, why don't you show your daddy," Quinn says.

Beth nods and climbs up to Quinn's arms.

I follow them into the living room and see everyone there. Puck hands me a beer but I just shake my head. "Gotta leave in a bit." I remind him.

"So, San, did you ever call that girl you met at the airport?" Sam asks.

"Uhh, yeah." I reply.

"How'd it go? Was it the right number?"

"Yeah, it was. Um…speaking of, I should probably get going. I'm meeting up with her." I explain because I'm really not looking forward to telling the story again.

I get up to leave but before I do, I tell them I'll be back.

I get into my car and I'm stalling. I know this, my body knows this, and my brain knows this. I'm trying to think of a good way to react to what Brittany's going to explain because really, anything can happen.

I start the car and head towards the park. It's now or never.


When I get to the park I go to the same bench we sat last time and I'm kind of happy that Brittany isn't here yet. I need some time to collect my thoughts. But the world isn't working in my favor because not even a minute later, she arrives. It's funny how seeing her gives me both joy and sadness at the same time.

She's still as beautiful if not more as she was yesterday.

"Hey." I say.

"You came." She breathes out.

"I said I would, didn't I?"

"Yeah, but you didn't text me back after you sent the information and stuff." She says playing with the hem of her shirt.

I chuckle and scoot over for her to sit down. I speak up, "You worry too much for someone who really shouldn't be the one that should be worried." I tell her.

"Who should be worried then?" Brittany says, sounding confused.

"Me."

"Why you?" Brittany asks.

"Uhh…well. You know…umm…we kissed and then your friend showed up and I don't want to get in between things if there's still something going on between you guys. You know? Home wrecking isn't my thing." I say chuckling.

Brittany's nodding her head and she's fiddling with the hem of her shirt again.

"Alex. Well, he's sort of my ex…fiancé."

"Oh." I say. Well, that's the only thing I can say.

"Key word being ex. It didn't work out obviously—"

"Brittany, you really don't owe me an explanation. We're just friends." I cut her off. "If he makes you happy, you should try it out again."

"Geezus, Santana, shut up." Brittany yells and with that she grabs the back of my neck and pulls me forward to close the distance between us. The kiss is hard and I think she might've bruised my lips. She pulls back and looks at me.

"Will you just let me explain?" She asks.

I just nod because controlling Brittany is really hot.

"It didn't work out. He cheated on me a week before our wedding day."

"Britt, I'm s—"

"No, let me finish. Please."

"Okay." I say softly.

"He cheated on me with one of girls that were supposed to be a bridesmaid at the wedding. I thought I was so in love with him. What's worse was that I found them, and it was in our room. I packed up my stuff and left. I went back home to Ohio for a while. Then I came back and I started staying with Sugar and Tina."

"Yesterday was the first time he contacted you." I say. It was supposed to be more of a question but it turned into a statement.

She nods and continues, "I was surprised when his picture showed up on my phone, which is why I had to get up to answer. After you left yesterday, he kept on apologizing and saying that it was a mistake…but I couldn't do it. I thought talking it out with him would give me closure but then I looked at you and …" Brittany pauses

I just nod and wait for her to continue.

"I saw the hurt look on your face yesterday after we kissed and he showed up and it felt like I kicked a sick puppy." Brittany says with a pout.

I laugh and she giggled but I saw that her eyes were glimmering.

"I felt so bad and I felt like such a bum head that I didn't want to hurt his feeling but in the process, I hurt yours. I told him that he had needed to go because I just couldn't..."

"It's okay, he was a big part of your past." I say.

"That's the point though. He's part of the past. It's okay for me to take a trip down memory lane but I can't stay there. I need to think about now and I want my now to involve you…even if we did just meet like not even four weeks ago."

I nod and smile. "Me too." I reply. "We can take things slow. We'll just start off as friends first," I say.

She's smiling now too and I see a tear drop slowing rolling down her cheeks.

"Why are you crying?" I ask sounding worried. I move closer to wiper her cheeks.

"I don't know. I'm just really happy right now." She says laughing.

I smile at her because that's all I can do. Her eyes are red and puffy but I still think she's beautiful.

I lean in closer to her and I whisper "You", kiss on the nose. "Are", kiss on the cheek. Just, kiss on the other cheek. "Absolutely", kiss on the forehead. "Beautiful", kiss on the lips.

When I lean back she has the biggest smile I've seen on her face so far and I really like that she's happy so I kind of have an idea. "I thought you said, we'd just start off as friends?" Brittany whispers with a smile.

I laugh. "You're telling me we're not supposed to kiss our friends and tell them they're beautiful?" I ask. And I'm about to lean in to kiss her again but she shoves my shoulders.

"Wait, you kiss your friends? How many friends do you have?"

That causes me to laugh, and it earns a slap to the arm from Brittany.

"Ouch." I say rubbing my arm. "I'm kidding Britt. We can be friends with the potential to be more. How about that?"

She smiles and nods. She just looks so happy right now, and I want to keep her happy.

"Since I didn't get to meet your friends, do you want to meet mine?" I ask.

She nods again and squeals. "Yes, yes, yes! Let's go!" With that, she drags me towards my car.

Yeah, I know I'll probably regret it in that moment but at least she'll be happy.


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