Thanks for the reviews :)
To clarify yes, Sam was lying.
I never said Santana was leaving the country; Marley texted Santana saying that Brittany knows she's leaving the country because Marley had came to her house to get Santana's passport. Santana didn't say she was leaving the country.
Sam did kiss Brittany on the cheek.
Yes, I have a plan sort of... Well, the outline is pretty much planned.
There doesn't have to be a specific reason to feel like you're bored with life. I was in a relationship with someone who I did genuinely love... and I did feel bored with the relationship. Sometimes the spark simply vanishes...
I hope you enjoy this chapter. I estimate about 6 more chapters... Or so.
11th November 2018
Brittany looked down at the newspaper; she had just read an advertisement for dance lessons. She hadn't dance since college; and it had always been her dream.
After college, Santana had asked Brittany to marry her; and when she agreed. That's what everything happened. Dreams were pushed back, and reality had taken over. There wasn't a luxury to wait until you were able to find the job you wanted. Auditions for dancers weren't frequent and there was an insane amount of people fighting for a position.
Brittany had gone for three auditions before Santana had asked her to find a more permanent job as they were behind on rent and bills.
She then found a waitress job at the diner. Santana was so happy she had found a job which was actually paying enough money to cover rent and bills.
Maybe she should ask Santana if she could go for dance lessons when she was free from work. If she kept her job, Santana would be more likely to let her go to them.
"Britt, do you want some orange juice?" Maribel asked, as she opened the fridge
"Oh… Sure. Thank you." Brittany replied, placing the paper down; "Is Santana awake?"
"She went for a run.. About 5 minutes ago towards the park… Why do you try and catch her?" Maribel asked
Brittany hummed; and nodded; "Okay… See you."
Maribel smiled; as Brittany pulled her jacket on. She walked out of the front door and began jogging down towards the Valley Village Park. Brittany saw Santana sitting on a patch of grass near the pond.
"Santana?" Brittany called, as she dropped into a slow walk. She quickly sat beside her; stretching her legs out, "I didn't know you liked running."
Santana shrugged; "I didn't know you did."
Brittany sighed; she turned towards her; "How did you sleep?"
"Britt, what are you doing?" Santana asked, with furrowed eyebrows
"Nothing…" Brittany replied, rubbing her forehead
"Why are you asking me questions?" Santana asked
"I just… I don't know how to fix things." Brittany murmured
"You don't have to fix things. I get it… I get everything. You're bored with us… and that's fine… I just don't think you understand how you made me feel." Santana said
Brittany sighed; "I know I hurt you… I lied…-"
"I love you… so I've decided to stay in LA… for a little while." Santana said softly
"That's fine. I'll ask for some more time off work." Brittany said, scratching the ridge of her nose
"No, Britt… I don't want you here." Santana said, moving closer to Brittany, she placed her hand beside Brittany's, ever so softly letting her thumb brush against Brittany's fingers; "I hate knowing we've drifted apart… So I'm letting you go. You can do what you want… Find something which makes you happy."
Brittany nodded slowly; "I love that you'd do that for me… but what about you and me?"
Santana let the corners of her mouth turn up into a small smile appear; "I'll wait… Just find something which makes you happy… I'll wait for you."
Brittany ran her fingers through her hair; she shifted closer; placing her hand on top of Santana's; "Why would you do that… especially after everything I've done."
"I promised you forever, Britt…" Santana said; "You made some stupid decisions… regarding Diner guy… I know you aren't a bad person. You're bored of your monotonous life… It's not what you wanted when we first married."
"Santana, I love you." Brittany said; "I could never get bored of you."
"No… but you're not the type to want a routine… You want different things all the time… and I don't. So I'm asking you to take the time and find your thing. That one thing which will make you happy enough." Santana said, squeezing Brittany's hand gently; "You have focused on me for so long… and I love that about you… but I would be such a horrible wife if I didn't want you to be happy."
"I have no clue what to do." Brittany whispered softly
Santana shrugged her shoulders; "Britt, you know I can't help you. This has to be your decision…"
Brittany nodded
Santana pulled her hand away, letting her brush away a few leaves which had flew over beside her; "I should go back…"
"You're not even angry, San." Brittany said
Santana stood up, wiping her legs; "I don't want to be angry at you. I hate that you lied to me… I can't believe you did that instead of talking to me… but it's you… I regret the part I played in this. Maybe if I didn't bother with work so much… I never even notice you getting bored."
Brittany nodded softly; "I wish you were angry…"
Santana sucked her lips into her mouth; as she scratched her shoe into the ground; "So you'd feel less guilty…"
"Something like that. I hate that you're being… like this. I want you to be angry." Brittany said
"And I can't, Britt… I look at you, and I could have lost you. What if I didn't find out or what if you wanted fantasy to become reality? I would have lost you… I can't be mad at you for something which we both caused." Santana said
Brittany shifted, pausing to glance up at Santana; "I don't blame you… You never caused anything."
Santana slipped her hands through the pockets of her jacket as she shrugged; "I doubt we'll agree on anything."
Brittany let her head lower towards the ground; her fingers brushing along the strands of grass; "Do you want me to stay for the week?"
"I told you to find the thing which makes you happy… All that's here is me and my parents. So I think you should leave." Santana replied softly
"You know you do make me happy." Brittany whispered, glancing up at Santana
"Evidently not enough." Santana answered softly; as she turned to walk away; "See you back at the house…"
Brittany nodded, watching Santana walk back towards her parents' house.
Santana arrived home and showered. Dressing in plain grey jogging pants and a slightly baggy t-shirt; she walked into the kitchen to make some breakfast. Faltering slightly at the sight of her father, thankfully she had managed to avoid in for the past few days.
"Hello." George said, with a firm expression as he poured more coffee into his mug; "So when are you leaving?"
Santana laughed dryly; "I was wondering when you'd ask."
"I don't want people living in my house for free, Santanita." George said
"My name is Santana. Not Ana… or Santanita… Or Anita. It's Santana." Santana snapped
"Your abuela called you Anita. Not me." George replied, leaning over to sort his tie out in the reflection of the bread bin.
"My abuela practically raised me." Santana said; "Along with mom."
"I'm not giving you a pity party." George said, as he walked out of the room, to leave for work.
Santana rolled her eyes, pouring herself a mug of coffee; she sat down and began reading through the paper.
Brittany walked through the door way a few minutes later, a clear sheen of sweat across her forehead.
"Can I have some?" Brittany asked
"Fresh pot just made." Santana replied, licking her thumb to turn the page
Brittany grabbed a mug and began pouring some coffee; she then mixed in a little milk before sitting opposite Santana.
"Santana, are you okay?" Brittany asked, rubbing her hands together to gain some warmth.
Santana flicked her eyes to glance up at Brittany through her eyelashes; "Fine…"
Brittany nodded, lifting up her mug; she took a small sip; "Are you sure? It's just you aren't really talking to me or anyone."
"I don't know what to say." Santana said softly, with a small shrug. She turned the page, and let out a small hum. Brittany shifted in her seat, she leaned forward and began reading over Santana's shoulder.
"Are you still speaking to diner boy?" Santana asked, leaning back to look at Brittany
"Erm… No. Well, he wanted to talk to you… Explain things." Brittany said
"No. I can't speak to the person who you wanted to fuck." Santana said
Brittany sighed; "It wasn't even like that, Santana. I just liked him. He's funny… and he's…-"
"I get it, Britt. I really do. You don't have to tell me every day." Santana said, as she stood up and walked out of the kitchen.
Brittany looked down at the warm liquid in her mug; slowly picking up both mugs; she emptied out the liquid before washing the mugs.
Santana was lying across the length of her bed; pressing her phone against her ear in the hope of talking to Marley.
"Hello?" Marley asked
"Hey… Are you working?" Santana asked
"Just taking a lunch break. Is everything okay? I know Britt came down to your parents." Marley said
"Well… we're not making lady babies… anytime soon." Santana said, stretching out her torso as she rolled onto her stomach; "She's gonna come back to New York…"
Marley nodded, wiping her mouth with a napkin; "And you're coming with her, right?"
"I think it's best if we take a break. She can find herself… and I can let her do that." Santana said
"Santana, you can't be serious. A break? You know that won't solve anything." Marley said
"I think maybe it will. I ruined Brittany's dreams at the start… I'm not gonna do that again. She can take all the time she wants…" Santana said
Marley nodded, barely understanding but knowing it wasn't her place or choice to intervene; "I hate to bring this up… but what if she doesn't want you when she finds her dream?"
"Then… We'll break up." Santana said softly, scratching her nails against the smooth bed sheets.
"You know she will always love you." Marley said
"I hope so…" Santana said, clearing her throat; "You should enjoy the rest of your lunch break. I'll text you later…"
"Okay, talk to you soon." Marley said
"Bye." Santana replied, as she pulled away to hang up the phone; she turned towards the door and met Brittany.
"Hey." Brittany said softly
"Hey." Santana replied, shifting so her body was sliding underneath the covers
"Are you gonna sleep?" Brittany asked, letting her eyes meet Santana's
"Just a little nap." Santana said
Brittany scratched the back of her neck, ending with her palm rubbing against the skin; as Santana glanced back at her; "Can I join you?"
Santana simply nodded, and Brittany smiled softly; kicking off her shoes. She pulled the covers and slipped inside.
"Don't think that this changes anything. You still have to find your dream on your own." Santana whispered, from her position on the right; Brittany nodded, shifting her body closer to Santana's.
"I know…" Brittany whispered, letting her fingers come up to drag down Santana's face slowly; "I just wish you could be there."
"You know I want to… but I can't… You'll only end up trying to choose something which makes me happy…" Santana said
Brittany removed her fingers from Santana's face, as she had finished tucking in a strand of raven hair; "I love you for doing this though."
Santana nodded, letting her eyes close. Brittany let her hand find Santana's; she laced their fingers together before letting her own eyes close.
Santana let her free hand cup Brittany's left cheek. Her thumb stretching out, to gently brush against the corner of Brittany's mouth; "Just promise me to talk to me… when you go back… I'm not saying I want to know everything… I just want to know what happening with you."
"I'll tell you everything." Brittany said softly
Santana nodded, biting the inside of her cheek. She then pulled her hand away from Brittany's cheek, letting her fingers barely glide along the length of Brittany's jaw.
"We should go for a nap." Santana murmured
Brittany smiled lazily; "Okay…"
Santana smiled, she released a small sigh as her eyes flicked shut. Darkness taking over both of them.
Maribel walked past the bedroom, glancing in and letting a contented smile appear along her mouth. She leaned in and gently closed the door; before turning and carrying on her day to day activities.
