A/N: Hey beautifuls! I'm really proud of this chapter, I think it's a nice break from sad things... (: I hope you feel the same way. Hopefully, tomorrow night I might get the Christmas chapter up (: It'll skip over some time, but the week it skips won't be anything important, and I'll sum it up!

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Renewed

Santana could already feel the tears coming to her eyes. She'd been longing to hear this voice, the one that had so horribly demanded her to leave years later. To never come back, because she was gay. Yet, the only thing she'd ever wanted more than to hear her Abuella's voice again was Brittany.

"Yes, Santana..." Her Abuella sounded distant and awkward, but Santana couldn't really blame her. Even though she was calling her, it was definitely unlikely that her homophobia was completely gone.

"W-why... um?" Santana was lost for words.

"I heard you're back in Lima, from your mother. She says she hasn't talked to you much because you're going through a rough time?" her Abuella confirmed. Santana nodded, before realizing that she was on the phone and she needed to verbally answer.

"Y-yes," Santana answered. Hearing this voice, plus thinking about Brittany, made her want to cry so badly. But she didn't want to make her Abuella think that she was weak, so she held in the tears that wanted to badly to escape.

"Santana, I know it's been awhile since I've spoken to you..." It sounded as if the older Latina took a deep breath. "But I want to help you. Your Mami told me how much pain you've been in, and I want to help you."

"Abuella... I've missed you so much," is all Santana could manage to say.

"But that's not why you're hurting, is it?" Santana swallowed the lump in her throat at hearing this question. No, it wasn't why she was hurting.

"N-no... Abuella..." Santana felt the tears leaking out of her brown eyes, her words coming in sobs.

"Shh, shh, Santana," her Abuella said soothingly. "Tell me slowly. I want to help you."

"Abuella, I did something horrible."

Santana proceeded to tell her Abuella everything. She started with the right after her Abuella had told her get out. She explained her senior year, and how she had thought that Brittany would always be her girlfriend.

Telling how Brittany didn't graduate and how it caused a hard, long distance relationship hurt Santana. Thinking back, Santana knew that she'd been weak and naive when she told Brittany that she wanted to "unofficially breakup". She'd been downright stupid.

It wasn't hard to explain the last year that Santana had forced herself to live through. The crying, the drinking, continuing to cry, and basically dying everyday proved how much pain she'd been in. She made it perfectly clear to her Abuella how much she still loved Brittany, although she didn't know if her words could even be understood through her sobs.

Lastly, she told her Abuella that Brittany and Sam were getting married in less than two months, and that she and Quinn were trying to get Brittany to get back with Santana before then.

When Santana finished her story, she closed her eyes and waited for a response. Slowly, her Abuella answered her. "I believe that I understand..."

The Latina took a shaky breath as she waited for the older woman to continue.

"You still love this girl? Enough to come back, and to steal her away from the person that has made her happy for the last year?" her Abuella asked. Santana tried not to read into the words that made her think that she was doing a horrible thing by trying to get Brittany back.

"I love her so much. And anyway, Sam hasn't made her perfectly happy. He changed Brittany, Abuella, and she's even admitting that she has doubts about getting married. It's not impossible for me to get her back!" Santana exclaimed, trying to be optimistic, mostly for her own good.

"I know, I know. Santana, do you want my advice?"

Santana swallowed and nodded, before once again realizing that she needed to speak out her answer. "Y-yes."

"They say, 'If you love something, set it free'. You did that last year when you left to LA without telling her. You're back now, and if it's meant to be, she will come back to you," her Abuella said.

Those words, coming from her, made Santana feel so happy. Considering that two years beforehand, this same woman had totally rejected her for being with Brittany, she was very happy to hear some sort of respect towards her in that matter.

"Thank you, Abuella," Santana choked out, truly grateful.

"Now, Santana, I want you to have a good day, okay? No crying," the kind voice said. Santana sighed.

"Okay. Thanks again... for calling me, and helping me," Santana repeated.

"Santana, I want you to call me if you ever need to. I know I left before, but I want to be part of your life again," her Abuella said sadly.

"I promise."

An hour later, Santana was dressed and ready for the day. Quinn was at work already, so the Latina had the place to herself. She wasn't expecting any break-ins by Sam, and she didn't really have any plans.

Santana drove away from Quinn's house, but she didn't know where she was going. Finally, she parked on the side of the road and pulled out her phone. Casually, she speed dialed Brittany.

"Britt?"

"No, this is Sam."

"Where's Brittany?" Santana asked through gritted teeth. The Latina was so close to punching her phone, but she knew that it wouldn't help the situation at all.

"At work. She left her phone at home," Sam answered.

"Where does she work?" Santana asked curiously, realizing that she hadn't found out yet.

"That's none of your business. I don't want you around her, Santana."

"Right back at you, Trouty Mouth. Where does she work?" Santana repeated firmly. Her phone suddenly beeped a long beep, and Santana knew that Sam had hung up. Huffing, she speed dialed Quinn.

"Santana? What do you want, I'm working!" Quinn exclaimed quickly.

"Where does Brittany work?"

"She teaches a dance class at the community college," Quinn answered, sounding distant. "Uh, I gotta go."

In a few minutes, Santana was standing outside the community college campus. She was examining a sign telling her what parts of the campus was what. Finally, she spotted the dance major classes, and she then quickly made her way to that part of the campus.

When Santana somehow found the room in which Brittany was teaching a class, she sneaked in and stood at the back of the class. It wasn't long until the class was over, and Brittany's students left.

The blonde finally noticed Santana. "Santana... what are you doing here?"

"I was bored," she answered. Brittany narrowed her eyes as she grabbed a water bottle and took a drink. She was sweaty, and her blonde hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail. God, she's hot. How can anyone be so hot and beautiful as her? "Do you have another class soon?"

"Nope. Tuesdays I only have one class," Brittany answered.

"Maybe you can teach me something. I'm rusty on my dances. I haven't really danced since you guys did Grease at McKinley," Santana admitted. Brittany's eyes bugged out.

"You haven't? Why not?" the blonde asked, setting down her water bottle and stepping closer to where Santana was.

"Too busy... um, in a vain attempt to mend a certain broken heart," Santana muttered. Brittany gave her a thoughtful look.

"I would love to teach you something again," she said softly, extending a hand. Santana happily took it, and Brittany immediately began twirling her around. No music was playing, but Santana heard her own music in her head as she and Brittany danced around.

Brittany twirled and leaped, and Santana tried to follow her movements. She wasn't bad, but she wasn't as good as she'd been during Glee club either. Towards the end of the imaginary song, Santana tripped, knocking into Brittany, and they broke out into a fit of giggles.

"Maybe we can start with something easier?" the Latina suggested. Brittany laughed out loud.

"You're not too bad, Santana."

"Maybe something slower?" Santana's voice was quiet and soft. It was one of those voices she reserved for Brittany and Brittany only. Brittany's eyes seemed to sparkle, and Santana felt her heart race.

"Sure, anything for you!" Brittany winked as she skipped to the stereo. As she looked for good music, Santana's eyes scanned her body. She was wearing shorts, showing her toned legs. She was wearing a full shirt, but sweat stuck it to her skin, and it was obvious that she had nice abs.

Suddenly, a song began playing.

Heart beats fast,

Colors and promises,

How to be brave?

How can I love when I'm afraid, to fall?

Santana found herself suddenly in Brittany's arms, and the blonde began to lead her in the dance. Brittany's hands were on her hips, and Santana's arms were around the blonde's neck.

One step closer...

I have died every day, waiting for you!

Darling don't be afraid,

I have loved you for a thousand years!

I'll love you for a thousand more!

This was exactly how Santana felt. There were no other words to describe it. She let herself melt into Brittany's arms as she followed her lead and listened to the beautiful music. Brittany's heart seemed to be beating fast, from what Santana could feel, and that made her realize that their bodies were pressed to each others.

One step closer...

One step closer!

I have died every day, waiting for you...

Darling don't be afraid,

I have loved you for a thousand years...

I'll love you for a thousand more!

Santana looked up at Brittany's eyes as she listened to the rest of the last chorus. They're eyes locked. "Brittany... why this song?"

The answer was obvious as soon as Brittany's lips were pressed the Santana's. Surprised, it took the Latina a moment to close her eyes and kiss Brittany back. I love you. I love you. I love you, Brittany.

When they're kiss ended, Santana looked at Brittany with such adoration. "What was that for?"

"For... possibilities," Brittany answered. Santana tilted her head. "Santana, you know that I love Sam. But, I love you, too. And I still need to find where my heart truly is."

"Brittany, I love you more than Sam does," Santana assured her.

"Maybe," Brittany answered with a shrug. "That's why I said possibilities. Santana, I don't want you to hurt because of me. So I want you to know that I'm still thinking and thinking about everything. Okay? But, I do still love you. I never stopped loving you."

Santana's heart swelled as she nodded. She felt reassured and happy. Today had definitely been a very good day.

Hope is renewed.

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