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Santana's back in the hospital after another week. Her asthma became worse and she felt so helpless. She doesn't want to blame Brittany but on the back of her mind she can't stop thinking of what the blonde girl did to her. It was awful that the one who triggered her asthma attack is the girl she's falling for. She can't look Brittany in the eyes. Most nights when Brittany stayed by her side she sleeps or at least pretended to be asleep.

Brittany tried to talk to her or cheer her up but she's too busy forgetting the image of Brittany driving her away. The night at the club still haunts her whether awake or asleep. Images came flashing like a movie in a fast forward that's why she's there in the hospital. Another nightmare woke her up. She's drowning in her own sweat and running out of breath. Good thing that Brittany's there to rush her to the hospital.

She's been at the hospital for three days now. Brittany went home with Maribel to shower and get more stuff to bring back to the hospital. The sun is almost setting down. Quinn and Puck insisted to keep an eye on Santana. Puck busied himself reading some stuffs in the newspaper. He's sitting on one of the recliners near the window. Quinn, on the other hand, sits on a chair beside Santana's bed.

"Santana, you okay?" she asked. Santana seemed to be in a deep thought. She's staring outside the window watching the sunset. "Santana?" She called again when Santana didn't answer her.

"Hm?" Santana said, her gaze never leaving the sun.

"Are you feeling weird or something? Should I call the nurses or doctors?"

Santana gently shook her head. Quinn moved her chair closer to Santana's bed.

"I'm fine, Q. I'm just... thinking." She said in a low voice.

"What are you thinking?"

"Just some things..."

"What sort of things?" Quinn asked again.

Santana sighed and turned her attention to Quinn. The sun beautifully shows its red orange light.

"Brittany?" Quinn said firmly.

Santana once again was silent for a while.

"I wonder what my life would be if I am not engaged. Will I still end up lying in here? Or will I end up lying in my bed? Perhaps playing with random women." She chuckled bitterly while closing her eyes.

"Or maybe you'd still be whipped by Brittany." Puck said while placing his hand on top of Quinn's shoulder. "When you first saw her at the cafe I saw how your eyes glint, San. It's a different sparkle than ever before." Puck exaggerated but it is somehow true. Santana is so eager to know Brittany though she just couldn't confirm it with Puck.

"I am not so sure about that Puck."

"Santana..." Quinn sighed disappointingly.

"I know, Q. I shouldn't feel this way. But... it sucks you know? Being here again and again."

Quinn nodded in understanding.

"If you could go back and change the way things were... would you change it? Would you prefer a no Brittany in your life? Would you choose to be with someone else or just play endlessly with random girls?" Quinn asked. She's making Santana to realize some things and think about their situation.

They all went silent.

"You don't have to answer that, S." Puck said.

"She has to Noah. Santana you have to think about these things."

Santana nodded her head. Thoughts of Brittany invaded her minds. Bitter thoughts versus the good memories they had.

"You're not really over with what happened between you and Brittany am I correct?" Quinn asked in a lower tone.

Santana nodded her head after a minute or two.

"I figured." Quinn nodded. "I understand you, Santana. Don't worry. And we can't blame you after all that has happened."

"I don't know, Quinn." She sighed again. "I mean, I am not really mad at her... or am I? Ugh! I don't know. It's really confusing."

"Tell me everything you feel. I'm listening." Quinn looked at Santana.

"It feels right to be back in this state like nothing really happened between us. But at night, when I'm alone, I can still remember the way she looked at me that night. The way she rejected me and makes a fool out of me... it's just too depressing." Santana's eyes shine with tears in her eyes. Quinn sat closer to Santana and placed her hand on top of her best friend's. "I kept having bad dreams and I hate it! Whether she's here to hold me at night, it just keeps going on and on in my head. Heck, I almost died because of what she did. I did everything I had to do. I tried to be the best girlfriend as I could be. But because of her stupid job we almost lost each other!"

"Ssshhh. Calm down, San. Breathe. Okay?"

"What should I do, Q?" It was one of the rarest times that Santana would ask Quinn for her opinion. Most of the time, Santana would know what to do. Quinn didn't make fun of Santana surprisingly. They seldom have this kind of conversation.

"I think you should give each other some space, S. It's not helping you to be around her that much. You said it yourself, even when she's with you still feel horrible and the memory of what happened keeps on haunting you down. Try to figure out what you really feel... I know you're just keeping it cool with all of them. Sort out your feelings, S. The sooner, the better. But for now, I think you should spend a little more time with yourself. Try to recollect then talk to her."

"How will I do that? We're together like every single day. We live under the same roof remember?" Santana said exasperatingly.

"Be busy at work. Devote yourself there and I promise you it'll help. I tried it once when Puck and I separated. It kept my mind off of him." Quinn tried to sound optimistic. Puck nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, but that didn't last long."

"Exactly!" She exclaimed. "But in that way you'll have the time to think and reflect."

"But what if it doesn't work?" Santana asked again.

"It'll work San. Well, it worked for us and look at where we are now." Puck seriously said.

"Fine." Santana placed her arm over her eyes. "But I don't even know if dad would let me get back to work."

"Puck can help you with that. Right babe?" Quinn took them by surprise.

"Wha-" Puck widened her eyes but Quinn shot her a glare. "Yes, don't worry about it Santana."

"And if it still doesn't work..." Quinn added. "Then I'll send you to some place... like a convent or somewhere isolated. I'm sure someone up there will help you find the answer and make you realize what you really feel." Quinn clasped her hands together as if what she said was that simple.

Santana rolled her eyes at her best friend, "Thought you resigned at being religious, Q."

"You're such an ass!"

Quinn shoved her and they both laugh.

"Well, I guess that's the best choice I have for now." Santana sighed again.

"Don't worry. I'm here. We'll figure it out." Quinn reassured Santana and their conversation diverted to Puck.

"Quinn, let's leave Santana alone to rest for a while. San, you look tired. Get some rest, okay?" Puck said while offering his hands to Quinn. Quinn stood up beside Puck. He kissed Santana on the forehead and smiled. Quinn did the same and gently squeezed Santana's shoulder.

"Thank you for being here. It really means a lot to me to have you here. I missed both of you!" Santana said.

"We're always here for you, Santana. Puck and I love you very much. Don't ever forget that. You can count on us."

"Yeah, I don't know what I'd do without the two of you."

"Good thing you don't have to figure that out."

Quinn kissed Santana on the cheek once more. Santana closed her eyes. Quinn and Puck went to the recliners and cuddled while waiting for Brittany and Santana's parents.

...

Five days have passed and Santana did what Quinn suggested. She's been back to work after forcing her father. She busied herself at work. She reassured her parents that she is perfectly fine. Her father couldn't do something about her insistence to spend most of her time at work. Ricardo could see how determined her daughter was. Their marketing strategies improved during Santana's stay in their company. Some of the hotels and restaurants they owned topped the market and all thanks to Santana's fresh ideas. They also owned a printing press and a publishing house which is Santana's focus now. She's trying to work on some promotions and connections with the powerful people in the industry.

It was already late and her father dropped by her office.

"Mija?" he said as he entered her office. She saw Santana typing on her computer. Santana looked up.

"Do you need anything sir?" she asked.

"It's already late. Let's go home. Your mami is waiting for us." He said with a warm smile. His daughter smiled briefly.

"I'm still doing something, sir. I'll just finish this and go home. You go ahead. I'll be fine." She said and continued her work.

"Mija, you've been working so late for the past three days. We are all worried about you. I let you work the whole day because you insisted but I can't allow you to overwork yourself. Come on."

It's true. Santana asked her father if she can work full time again. Her father hesitated at first because of his wife but Santana was so determined. In the end, Santana once again won their argument.

"I'll just finish this... it's very important. I'm doing a presentation for tomorrow."

"Presentation? Again? Isn't it what you told me last night?" Her father inquisitively asked.

"Y-yeah, b-but they didn't approve on the first one so I'm doing another presentation for the promotion." She lied.

"Are your members pressuring you? Because if they do-"

"No, no! Of course not, sir. At first they're really lazy but now they're more motivated. So don't worry. No need to blame them." Santana explained.

Ricardo Lopez sighed and scratched the back of his head.

"Brittany prepared a special meal for you last night. Did you know that?" he said seriously. Santana was taken by surprise by what she learned. She did? She shook her head to answer her father. "I figured." He sighed.

"I'll make it up to her. I promise." She lied again. How can she even do that if she's avoiding Brittany?

"Okay then. I'll go ahead and tell them that you're working late again. Don't lose yourself on that, honey." With that he left and she buried her head in both of her hands. She grunted at herself but didn't feel guilty at all. She played the conversation she had with Quinn over again in her head. I'm sorry but I just couldn't stand to be with you again yet. She decided to send Quinn a text message.

To FaBitch: I think I'm crazy.

She waited for Quinn's reply and after several seconds her phone buzzed.

From FaBitch: Lol! You are. Still haven't it figure out?

She sighed to herself thinking about what happened to her again.

To FaBitch: I miss her. It's been three consecutive days that I haven't talk to her. L

She placed her phone down and looked at the picture of Brittany at her desk. It is one of the pictures they had on their first date in the ferry. A moment later she saw Quinn's picture appeared on her phone. She's calling her.

"No! You don't get to tell yourself that!" Quinn ranted out as fast as Santana answered her phone.

"Well, hello to you too! I'm fine by the way." Santana rolled her eyes.

"What the hell, San? Don't forget that you're still in the process of getting your shit together!"

"But-"

"I'll be in Los Angeles for some conference next week and you will come with me."

"What? Are you insane? I also have works to do in here."

"Don't worry, I'll handle uncle Ric. Our flight will be on Tuesday morning."

"Quinn-"

"I'm doing this for you, S." Quinn sounded a little more serious at the other end of the line. "You can't seem to sort out your feelings yet. I've been calling Brittany and I can sense that your constant snapping at her is not helping your relationship."

"What? And since when do you get to call her?" Santana asked, she's a little taken aback by the information Quinn delivered her. "Did she tell you that I'm constantly snapping at her?

"No... not exactly. But she told me that you two are having frequent misunderstandings. Even in the smallest or simplest things. What's happening to you, Santana? You are beginning to be your old self!" Quinn talked some sense into her.

Santana leaned back on her chair and pinched the bridge of her nose.

"I'm sorry."

"Whoa! Did I hear you right?" Quinn sarcastically said. "As much as I'd like to hear it again I can't because I am not the one who you should be telling that."

"I know." Santana nodded her head as if Quinn can see her.

"But do you really mean it, S?"

"Honestly no." She sighed. "Am I wrong for not feeling guilty?"

"No, honey. No."

"I'm being a bitch to her almost every day. She made a dinner for me last night and I missed it. I mean, I intended to avoid her."

"And she can feel it, Santana. She can feel your bitterness. See? You are holding a grudge against her. You may not say it out loud but you are not being so subtle with your actions."

After a few minutes Santana answered.

"Fine... count me in. I'll be ready for Los Angeles."

"Okay. I'll talk to you again for more details. Go home, San. You sound so awful."

"And I feel so awful too. I'll go home soon."

"Okay. Good night, S. Take care."

"Good night, Q." She ended the call and sat there for a while.

She saved her files and turned her computer off. She fixed herself and went down to the parking lot reserved for her. She was surprised to see Brittany leaning against the hood of her car.

"What are you doing here?"

"I came here for you." Brittany smiled at her warmly.

She went to Santana and helped her with her bag. She grabbed the keys from her and opened up the passenger door for Santana. Once they were both inside the car Brittany started to talk to her.

"How's your day?"

"Fine. Nothing special happened." Santana shrugged. She leaned her head on the window and stared outside as they passed the streets.

"Oh, you seemed to be busy. Your dad told me that your finishing several reports and presentation and-" Santana cut Brittany's rant.

"Can we talk about something else?" she sighed exasperatingly.

"Oh." Brittany was a bit taken aback by Santana. "Okay." She answered in a low voice.

"I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to cut you off. I'm just tired and work is the last thing I want to talk about."

"No, I understand, San."

Santana can feel the disappointment in Brittany's voice.

"I'm going to Los Angeles next week." She said after a few minutes.

Brittany hit the break shoving both of them forward.

"What the fu-" Santana hissed.

"What? Why?" Brittany looked at her. Her brows are scrunched and lip kept in a straight line.

"Quinn asked me to go with her."

"And you said yes?" Brittany asked disbelievingly.

Santana nodded her head in confirmation.

"Why?" Brittany looked more than hurt.

"Britt-"

"Is it because of what happened to us? I thought you were okay with it. I thought we are passed ahead of it!" Brittany's eyes are clouded with tears.

Santana closed her eyes and bowed her head. Brittany leaned back on her chair with a huff.

"I thought so too." Santana whispered.

Brittany looked at Santana with tears now flowing from her eyes.

"What... what are you trying to say?" She asked, afraid of what Santana will say.

"Brittany, I... I thought was okay with what happened. But now... it just feels like I'm torturing myself pretending that it never happened, that you never drove me away, that you hurt me!"

Saying that Brittany was dumbstruck would be an understatement. Hearing Santana say it just confirmed the thoughts she has in her mind. Ever since Santana came back from her first hospitalization she can feel that the Latina is being distant with her. Santana often requested to be left alone or whenever Brittany would stay in her room Santana would end up sleeping too early. Of course Brittany's okay with it because of Santana's condition.

At first, they were okay. They were really, seriously, and absolutely okay until the second attack came. It changes or heightened everything. Santana busied herself and it didn't go unnoticed by Brittany. She's aware of what Santana's feeling but she doesn't know what to do. Santana kept on pretending that everything is fine but not until now.

"I'm sorry..." Santana said. She doesn't have the guts to look at Brittany right now. Brittany just stared at Santana. She doesn't know what to do or say. "Please say something."

Brittany opened her mouth to speak but no words came out. She is like in a whirlpool of emotions at the moment. Instead of answering Brittany gripped on the steering wheel and drive home slowly.

"I should be the one apologizing." Brittany whispered when they are only a few blocks away from home. "I'm sorry for being so insensitive. I know I've hurt you so bad... not just physically. I knew this time would come. If I could only go back in time and change all the things that happened..." She trailed off.

"But we can't..." Santana said.

"Unfortunately..." Brittany stated the obvious. "What can I do for you to forgive me, San? Tell me... please."

"I don't know, Britt. I honestly don't know. It's easy to forgive, Brittany. But the memories... it lasts longer and the pain is greater."

"I'm really sorry, Santana." Brittany once again stopped the car. She can't clearly see the street for her eyes are once again clouded with tears.

"If only 'sorry' could heal all the open wounds... I don't want to be like this. Believe me. I feel miserable seeing both of us like this. And I couldn't even tell you what you have to do for me to leave it all behind. The memories are still fresh and it cuts me deep every time. I am really hurt! That is the first time I've felt so rejected and defeated in my entire life, Brittany. Since the day I met you my life changed! Every single thing in my life changed. It felt good but at the same time I felt scarred."

They were both crying now. Brittany is sobbing uncontrollably. Santana wanted to hold her, cradle her and comfort Brittany but she can't move. She thought that she was having another attack but fortunately her breathing is just a little ragged but tolerable.

"Are you giving up on me, San?" Brittany faced Santana and took both of her hands. Santana forced herself to look at Brittany's eyes.

"I hope not." Santana replied. Her lips are trembling.

"Please don't. Let me prove to you that I'm worthy."

"But how? I don't even know if I can trust you again... you've hurt me so badly and I swear it affected me so damn hard!"

"I'll do everything! Just... keep hanging on, Santana. Please... I'm begging you. Please don't give up on us."

Santana nodded her head. Brittany placed gentle kisses on Santana's hands.

"Please do it fast... I don't know if I can still dwell in this misery, Britt. I am so tired of keeping all these grudges I have against you."

"I can't blame you for that. You have every reason to hate me."

"I'm still going to Los Angeles with Quinn. We need some space, Britt. I think space will be good for both of us."

"But San-"

"Please Brittany? This is all I'm asking from you." Santana settled back in her seat. Brittany started to drive home again. When they reached home Santana went directly to her room. They said quick 'good nights' to each other.

...

Santana woke up with another tray of breakfast on her bedside table. There's a single rose and another short letter from Brittany.

'Remember the pizza place we visited once? The one that lets us create our own stuffed pizza? I wanna take you there if you're free today... or any other day. Xoxo –Your B'

She did this every morning for the past three days. She tried to cook for Santana every time she had the opportunity to. Santana's grateful for it though it still doesn't make up for what she did. She wanted to go but she has some work to do. She promised her team that she'll be around the whole day. She took some bites from the waffles then headed to the shower. Brittany still has a lot more to do.

Once Santana went to her car she saw a paper bag sitting on the passenger seat. She picked it up and saw a note stuck with it.

'I prepared a Caesar salad for you. I saw some Cheetos left under your bed. Please eat healthy, San. And oh, I miss you! Xoxo –Your B'

Santana smiled at the simple gesture of her girlfriend. She's keeping every note that Brittany gave her. She hated herself even more for the inability to just let go of the past.

...

Brittany is sitting alone in the office of her cafe. She went to work before Santana could even get up. She's resting her head at the back of her office chair and looking up to the ceiling as if it held the answers to all her unending questions. Her mind debated against itself. Frustrated would be an understatement for what she really feels.

'How could I be that stupid?'

'You're not stupid. You're an ass! That was how you repay her for all that she's done for you?'

'I know. I stoop so low. I regret every single second of it.'

'Really? Do you?'

'Of course! How could you even ask me that?'

'Then why are you just sitting there and talking to me? Yes, me! Well, I'm basically you but it's still me or I'm still you. Well, whatever! Make a move and stop planning around in your head!'

Brittany let out a frustrated groan. I'm crazy. She rubbed her face with both of her hands and hit her desk. The picture of Santana on top of her desk fell to the floor. Her eyes widened and she acted fast to retrieve the picture frame from the floor.

"Shit! I'm sorry. I'm sorry!" she cradled the picture of Santana and hold on to it really tight. "I'm really sorry." Tears clouded her eyes easily. A minute later she started sobbing uncontrollably.

There's a knock on the door. She didn't even have the voice to ask who it was. She tried to speak but more sobs came through her mouth. The door slowly opened. She cannot clearly see who it was because her eyes are still full of tears.

"Sis?" Sebastian called. He poked his head to look around her office. He immediately saw Brittany kneeling on the floor, crying her eyes out. "Good Lord! What happened?" he rushed to Brittany's side and hugged her. Brittany rested her head on Sebastian's shoulder.

"B-Bash..." she stuttered.

"Ssshhh... I'm here. Calm down now." Sebastian rubbed Brittany's back.

"I-I..." she didn't know how to continue.

"You fucked up." Sebastian bluntly said. Brittany nodded her head in defeat.

"I... I didn't mean to. I didn't... I didn't..." her sobbing is making it harder for her to explain herself.

"Okay." Sebastian breathed out. He pulled Brittany up and led her to the couch. "Stay here and breathe, okay?" he went out of her office only to come back with a glass full of water.

"Here... drink this." He handed the glass to her and Brittany obliged.

"T-thanks." Brittany said. Sebastian wiped Brittany's eyes and told her to stop crying.

He waited for a few minutes for Brittany to calm down.

"You two are all over the news. It's like a royal 'love quarrel' I must say. I don't know what to believe in so I decided to come here. You're crying just confirmed it." Sebastian calmly said. He leaned his back to the couch and wrapped his arms around Brittany. Brittany rested her head on Sebastian's shoulder.

"It's more than that, Bash. We're not fighting... and that's even worse. She's being so distant and I respect that but..." she trailed off not knowing how to continue.

"Give her the space she deserves, Brittany. You're both having a hard time."

"I know... but I don't know if I can. We've been living together for months and I get used to waking up with her every morning. I get used to eating meals with her, cuddling with her, watching boring news or having movie marathon every weekend and just being us... I missed us." She whispered the last part.

Sebastian sighed and looked down to Brittany. My little sister is falling so hard for Santana and she doesn't even know it.

"She's going to LA with Quinn the day after tomorrow." She said.

"That would be good. You both deserve some space to think and reflect."

"But I already miss her, Bash!"

"Whoa... easy there, tiger."

"I'm sorry. I just don't like the idea of her going away."

"How long will she be there?"

"I don't know. She didn't tell me."

"Hm... just let her go for a while."

"What? Let her go? Are you out of your mind?" Brittany suddenly pulled back with a disbelieving expression on her face.

"I-I didn't mean it that way. I mean... let her go to Los Angeles. It will help both of you to think. You'll never know... maybe this way it would be easier for both of you to reconnect and think things through. Think about it, Brittany."

Sebastian pulled Brittany again and they returned to their previous position.

"You're right."

"Of course. Besides I'm here. I would really love to take you out to a sibling bond."

"I'd really like that. Thanks Bash."

Brittany sighed. Sebastian smiled at his little sister. He kissed the top of Brittany's head and sighed contentedly. It will be a long week.

...

Tomorrow will be their flight to Los Angeles. Quinn made sure that Santana would not change her mind anymore. She talked to Santana's dad and got his approval right away. He said that Santana deserves a good break. Quinn assured him that he has nothing to worry about.

Santana is resting on her office. She just got out of an hour meeting with the marketing team to make sure that they'll carry out their tasks while she's gone. There was a soft knock on her door. She asked who was it and a delivery man came in.

"Ms. Lopez?" The man with a weird accent asked.

"Yes? May I help you?" Santana stood up and walked towards the man.

"You have a delivery. These are for you." The man handed Santana a bouquet of flowers and a heart shaped cake. Her officemates are all secretly glancing or looking at their direction.

"Umm..." Santana didn't know what to say.

"Ma'am, if you could just sign in here..." The man pointed to the file he has. "And here." He offered a small smile.

"Oh, okay." Santana signed at the papers immediately. She was so surprised with the stuffs.

"Thank you." With that the man nodded and left the floor. Santana went back to her desk carrying the stuffs that were delivered for her.

There was a note in the bouquet. 'Sorry is too cliché. And so are these stuffs... but don't throw these yet! Open the cake box and you'll find something special there. Xoxo –B'

She smiled at the thoughtfulness of her girlfriend. Every day, Brittany never fails to surprise Santana. Santana opened the cake box and she saw what's written in the cake. It was her name written in personally by Brittany. She could recognize her not-so-neat handwriting. She chuckled a little. She found another note on the cake.

'You smiled and I swear I just felt it.'

Santana's smile became wider. Her assumptions seemed to be always right. Santana felt a little disappointed at herself. Brittany is working so hard to earn her. She's grateful about it. But maybe they still need this... a little space.

...

Santana came home a little late again. She's so tired so she went directly to her bedroom. Once she's inside she caught some light beaming from her bathroom. She slowly opened the door and found several candles lying on the floor and on top of the sink and her bathtub. The tub is filled with water, suds and some rose petals. She found another note on the mirror. 'I know you're tired. Wash some of the tiredness away. I hope you don't mind that I intrude in here. Xoxo – B'

She found another note at the back of the door when she was about to go back to her room. 'P.S. Dinner's waiting at the balcony. Enjoy, Tana. BTW I missed you. Xoxo'

She looked outside the balcony and there awaits a candle light dinner. She giddily went back to the bathroom and slipped out of her dress. She took her time to relax to the warm water and fresh scent of rose.

Went the water seemed to be getting colder she decided to get out and drained the tub. She dressed herself in PJ's immediately and went to the balcony to eat. She poured herself some wine and ate the steak and some salad. She knew that Brittany prepared them all for her.

After dinner, she brushed her teeth and went to bed. She opened her TV to watch some news. A few minutes later she received a text from Quinn.

From FaBitch: Ready for tomorrow? I'll pick you up at nine.

She took some time to reply.

To FaBitch: Okay.

She sighed to herself thinking about what the trip will do to her and Brittany's relationship. She sent another text to Quinn.

To FaBitch: No need to pick me up. I'll meet you in the airport tomorrow.

From FaBitch: Are you sure? Are you having second thoughts about this?

To FaBitch: No, of course not. I'll be there. I promise.

From FaBitch: You better not show up late!

She chuckled at her.

To FaBitch: Right. Gotcha! ;-) See ya. Night.

From FaBitch: Good night, S.

She stared at her phone for a few more seconds before she sent out a text to the person she's missing.

To Britt-Britt: Are you still awake?

She nervously waited for Brittany to answer. To her surprise Brittany responded right away.

From Britt-Britt: Yes. Is there a problem? Are you okay?

To Britt-Britt: Yes, I'm good. I just want to say thank you.

From Britt-Britt: It's my pleasure, Tana.

To Britt-Britt: I missed you calling me that.

From Britt-Britt: Well, I missed you.

She didn't know how to respond to that. It's clear that they missed each other. Santana stood up and walked towards her door. She was about to open it but decided against it. Instead she sat down and leaned her back against the door. She didn't know that Brittany went out of her room to knock on her door. She already lifted her hand to knock but decided against it as well. She rested her forehead on the door gently. Tears came out of their eyes. They missed each other a lot. There's just a door separating them but it seems so hard to take the next step.

"I missed you a lot." They whispered at the same time.


Dun-Dun-Dun-Dun! I really don't know how to end it when I started typing this chapter. I know! I know! You're all going to hate me about this but I want to know your reactions. It's been a combination of good and not so good reviews last chapter and I'm thankful for that. So I decided to let Brittany woo Santana a little.

Am I insane or this chapter just got a little sadder? L Well, anyway, life is so full of ups and downs. We all need a little rain. Watch out for the next chapter.

SUGGESTIONS are very welcomed and appreciated, so thank y'all in advance.

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Ha! Are you getting tired of the author's note? Well, sorry. J Don't worry I'll try to keep it short next time. Thanks for reading! Y'ALL KNOW THE DRILL, RIGHT? El-Oh-El! Xoxo –C