Santana was lying down on the couch in the penthouse. Santana and Quinn arrived in LA two days ago. Quinn was held in a conference that's why Santana is alone in the penthouse. She's left with nothing to do. She went window shopping the day before. Now she just finished doing some reports to send back to her colleagues. She stared at TV having one of her lazy times.
This is no better than when I was back at home. I wish I never left. I miss the house. I miss my room. I miss my comfortable bed. I miss mami. I miss... Brittany. I miss her the most.
She sighed to herself knowing that the rest of her day will be occupied by a certain blonde she left back home. Half an hour later she decided to order some food. She made sure that the food will be cooked according to what she wanted. The doorbell to the penthouse echoed around her after ten minutes. She sped off towards the door. She opened the door only to be met by a blonde woman who has her back against Santana. Her heart skipped a bit when she turned around with a shy smile. Santana was about to say something but the woman beat her to it.
"Room service." The woman said with a shy smile. She seemed to be mentally drooling over Santana.
"Hm, that was fast." Santana said in reply. She stepped aside so that the woman can enter the room.
"These are your order ma'am. I'm Elaine, if you need anything just look for me and I'll be here as quick as possible." she said while pushing the trolley in.
"Just place all the food in the table and leave it there." Santana went back to the couch.
Elaine nodded her head and silently arranged the table and placed the orders there. Santana shook her head. She's pretending not to be bothered by the blonde woman who is fixing her food. What a great way to start the day. She sighed to herself. It seems that she can't escape fate. She's trying to clear off her mind filled with a certain blonde and here comes another reminder.
"Would you like to check your orders ma'am?" Elaine brought her out of her thoughts. She stood up and glanced at the food before handling Elaine her tip.
"Thank you, ma'am. Would that be all?"
"Yeah, thank you." She nodded and Elaine left with a simple 'enjoy your meal' nod.
She sat down on the table and started eating the waffles that she ordered. Britt cooks a lot better than this. Her shoulders slumped down. I shouldn't be thinking about her. She closed her eyes and tried to clear her mind. But instead of doing that her mind did the exact opposite.
"San... stop it! Stop... s-sto-op!" Brittany laughed loudly in the kitchen. They were doing a midnight snack.
"Sssshh! Be quiet!" Santana chuckled.
"Then stop putting whip cream on my face!" Brittany pouted.
Santana frowned.
"You're so unfair! I let you put whip cream on mine..." Santana distanced herself away from Brittany. She heard Brittany sighed dramatically behind her.
"San... come on. I'm just kidding."
Santana didn't look at her. She stood firm while cleaning the counters. Brittany let out another sigh. A moment later Santana felt a tap on her shoulders. At first she ignored it and continued cleaning the counters. There's another tap on her shoulder. This time it is more relentless.
"What?" She turned around with a frown. She saw Brittany who has whip cream spread all over her face.
"Do I look like Santa Claus now?" Brittany asked. "Ho Ho Ho..."
"Britt..." Santana snorted and burst out into a fit of laughter.
Brittany surprised her by kissing her girlfriend on the lips.
"Now we're even..." She whispered when Santana stopped laughing. Santana stuck out her tongue.
"Ho Ho Ho..." Santana mimicked making Brittany join her laughter.
"Come here, Santana Clause."Brittany pulled Santana closer and licked her girlfriends face before embracing her tightly.
"Thank you, Britt." Santana relaxed into Brittany's embrace. She just had a long day at the office and Brittany knows what she needed the most.
"Anything for you, Santana... anything for you." Brittany whispered.
Santana was brought out of her thoughts when the doorbell rang.
"Aargh! Just a sec." she shouted.
She reluctantly went to open the door.
"What?" She snapped at the man in front of him. She rolled her eyes upon seeing his blonde hair.
"Ms. Lopez?" The blonde man asked.
"Yes?" She crossed her arms in front of her. He shivered at the sight of Santana. She looks really intimidating.
"Ma-Ma'am, f-flowers?" He raised the bouquet of lilies he was holding. She raised an eyebrow at him. "Umm..." the guy was trying to form coherent thoughts.
"Is that for me?" She asked.
"Y-yes ma'am. Please sign in here." He offered a file folder in his other hand.
Santana took the bouquet from the delivery guy while giving him a meticulous stare. She signed the papers and the delivery guy scurried off.
Santana took the bouquet inside. She saw a card on top of the lilies.
"We may be a thousand miles away,
but my care for you will forever stay...
Always take care of yourself, San."
She knows exactly where the bouquet came from. She sat on the couch and leaned in looking at the ceiling as if she can see through it.
"Brittany, you're confusing the hell out of me!" She yelled out.
"Ha! Been there, done that. If it's not love then I don't know what it is to call it." Quinn said upon entering the living room.
"What the- Quinn! What are you doing here?"
"Umm... last time I checked this is still my penthouse." Quinn rolled her eyes off of Santana while removing her heels.
"Yeah, right." Santana nodded her head. "I mean, why so early?"
"Meeting's finished early. We settled the deal in New York." Quinn shrugged and went to the table. "Are you still gonna eat this?" Quinn pointed to the waffles. Santana shook her head.
"All yours..." Santana said.
"What did Brittany do to you this time?" Quinn asked.
"Huh?"
"You heard me." Quinn said while munching on a waffle.
"Nothing. Just... nothing." She shrugged.
"Oh, come on Santana! I know you. I may not know Brittany too well but I know you. What's the matter?"
"I said nothing." Santana adamantly said.
"Then what's with the frown and yell awhile ago?" Quinn stood up placing her hand on her right hip.
"Fine! Argh!" She extended the card to Quinn. Quinn scanned it while nodding. "She sent me this bouquet."
"And what's the problem with that?"
"What's the problem?" Santana yelled and stood up. "What is the problem? This!" She pushed the bouquet to Quinn and stormed out towards the kitchen. Quinn followed suit.
"What is going on with you?"
"She can't keep on doing that! Yesterday, I received the exact same thing!" She yelled again. "Wait, no! Not the exact thing because she sent me a stuffed unicorn with a cute shirt saying 'I miss you'. But the point is she can't keep on doing that to me!"
"Whoa! Whoa! How come I only learned about this now? You're not planning to tell me about this?"
"What? Am I supposed to report to you all the things happening to me? Last time I check I left my mom in New York!" She snapped at Quinn earning a sharp glare from the blonde.
"No, it's not that! Argh! It's useless talking to you! Go and figure it out yourself! You're not a kid anymore! Both of you know exactly what to do! Stop being stubborn and please even just this once... stop making things more fucked up!" After her long rant, Quinn stormed out of the kitchen.
"She's following me everywhere when I'm supposed to get over her!" She yelled back to Quinn.
Quinn went back to the kitchen upon hearing Santana's response.
"Get over her?" Quinn can't believe what Santana admitted weakly.
"I don't know what to do, Q." Santana sat on the stool and took a sip from the bottle of water she's holding.
"Oh man!" Quinn sighed and rushed to Santana's side.
"I mean... I miss her! And everything I do keep on reminding me of her. She's everywhere. I just wish that I can forget everything that happened between us."
They were both silent for a while.
"There's no need to forget everything that happened between the two of you. It's the matter of accepting and moving on. We cannot escape from the reality of our pasts. We cannot erase what happened before. All we can do is accept, let go and be happy again."
"But how? I'm scared Quinn. This is the first time I've been this way... this is the first time I've felt this way." Santana whispered the latter part.
"What exactly do you feel and why are you so afraid?"
"I don't know." She buried her face in her hands.
"People are always afraid of what they don't understand, Santana."
That made Santana to look at her best friend.
"Stop being scared all the time. Life is not movie where you can pause, play, stop or fast forward. You just have to deal with what's currently happening in your life. Again, you cannot escape this... even how hard you pray it's not gonna happen if you don't make a move yourself. Everything is possible if you'll start to believe it. Moving on will be possible if you let it happen. Think about it, Santana." Quinn squeezed Santana's shoulders and left the kitchen again. She decided to let Santana think on her own before giving more advices if she still needs it.
...
Meanwhile in NY
"What should I do, Bash?" Brittany paced back and forth in front of Sebastian who's sitting lazily on a couch. He's busy browsing on his phone.
"What do you mean?" He asked, not really paying attention to his sister.
"I mean, with our whole relationship fiasco?" Brittany exaggeratedly said.
"Oh." He replied while chuckling.
"What's so funny?" Brittany glared at his brother before snatching his phone. "This is serious, Bash! I really need your help!"
"Fine... fine! What do you want from your oh-so-fab sister?"
"Brother..." Brittany corrected him. Sebastian just rolled his eyes off of Brittany.
"You're smart Britt. Figure it out."
"That's it? That's all I'm getting from you?"
"Well..."
"Why did you even come in here if you're not going to help me?" She yelled.
"Okay. Okay." Sebastian stood up and looked at his sister seriously. "Go and follow your heart. The heart wants what it wants sis. You no longer need to prolong the torment you're feeling right now."
"What do you mean?" She's dumbfounded with what her brother told her.
"What causes a sudden increase in heart rate, a loss of memory and overall brain function, but is not a drug?"
"Huh? What the hell is that?"
"The answer lies in your heart."
With that Sebastian left his sister pondering on his words.
What the hell does Sebastian mean by it?
...
"Wake up sleepyhead!" Quinn shouted to wake Santana up. Unfortunately, her best friend didn't even budge. "Hey! Wake up." She yelled again. She went to open up the curtains and ray of lights came striking through the window. Santana grunted and covered her face with a pillow.
"Santana... wake up! We're leaving in an hour." Quinn said while going through Santana's clothes.
"Where are we going?" Santana mumbled sleepily. She's clearly not in the best mood.
"You're going with me in a seminar."
"No..."
"Yes! You are going with me whether you like it or not. Well, you can choose either I drag you out of here or go with me willingly."
"Don't wanna..." Santana answered.
Quinn went to Santana's bedside and removed the covers from Santana. Using all her strength she dragged Santana out of bed. Santana landed in the floor with a loud thump.
"Ouch! What the hell Quinn?" She glared at her best friend who is leaving her room.
"Get ready." Quinn said before going back to her room.
After an hour, both of them are ready to leave. Santana wore the clothes Quinn picked for her. She wears a comfortable dress which she was really grateful for. Quinn wears a dress that is quite similar to hers. Quinn took her in a cafe before heading to the conference hall of the firm she was handling.
"Good day, Ms. Fabray. Please follow me to your seats." The usher greeted and guided them to their seats. Santana who is still reluctant about being with Quinn took a seat beside her.
"This better be good, Fabray!" Santana glared at Quinn who just shook her head.
They exchanged formalities with the other guests. Some of them they knew already. The seminar is all about understanding 'EI' or 'Emotional Intelligence'.
"You can be just about as happy as you make up your mind to be..." The speaker quoted as he started the seminar-workshop for the firm groups who are gathered in the conference hall.
Santana had a questioning look directed to Quinn. A moment later, she slipped a note to Quinn.
'What the hell is this seminar for?'
Quinn chuckled and responded.
'Don't worry. It's not for you. Well, it's for people like you.'
'I don't need this!' Santana scribbled with a frown plastered on her face.
'Trust me. You do.'
Quinn smirked at her. Santana sighed exasperatingly because she knows that she couldn't say no to Quinn.
'Fuck you!' Santana wrote one last time.
They stopped when they heard the man behind them clearing his throat. Santana was ready to snap at him but Quinn stopped her before things could get worse.
"Just listen and stop being such a brat!" Quinn whispered.
"Whatever!" Santana rolled her eyes and focus on the speaker who is defining Emotional Intelligence.
"Have you perhaps felt vaguely frustrated that brainpower doesn't always win the day, as you perhaps think you should?" The speaker further asked. The seminar started at about fifteen minutes ago and this is the only time that Santana finally listened.
"Have you noticed that certain people, who materially have very little in life, seem happy and fulfilled, full of laughter, surrounded by friends and loved ones, while their wealthier counterparts such as most of us in here complain about the unfairness of life, and spend a great deal of time telling everyone what was wrong with their situations?" The speaker paused and looked around him. Men in suits nodded their heads as if agreeing to everything the speaker said.
"So how can we account for what seem to be discrepancies in how well people do or how happy they are?" The speaker stopped for a short time again."The answer is Emotional Intelligence." He tapped his head before continuing. "It is a way of understanding the emotions of both ourselves and others and learning to control these emotions so that you can choose what you say and what you do..." There was a slight chattering around them as the speaker continued the seminar.
Quinn made sure that Santana listens very well to the speaker. She knows that Santana will thank her for this... just not the 'loud and proud' kind of thanks.
The seminar lasted the whole morning. Santana listened attentively to the speaker. She learned different things about understanding oneself and others. Based on the EQ test she tried, she has a lot of work to do to improve her emotional intelligence.
"Remember, we are what we repeatedly do." The speaker ended his spiel earning a loud applause from the firm groups.
"So?" Quinn asked while they were heading back to the penthouse.
"So what?" Santana asked back.
Quinn gave her a knowing look.
"Fine! Fine! You're right! I needed it." Santana admitted sheepishly. "I was wrong taking all of my anger out on Britt."
"And?"
Santana sighed and shrugged her shoulders. She still can't make up her mind on what to do with Brittany. Quinn respected the silence her best friend gave her in their whole walk to the penthouse. When they arrived, they immediately noticed a young man (who has short blonde hair) with a trolley waiting for them outside. Santana gave the young man a bored look before opening the door and getting inside. Quinn stopped in front of the man and asked him politely.
"Excuse me? What are you doing outside our penthouse?"
"Oh, I was waiting for Ms. Lopez to arrive. A woman called the hotel manager requesting all these food for Ms. Lopez. She specifically detailed everything about the dishes we prepared." The man explained as calm as possible.
"Oh." Quinn knows exactly know who that woman is. She didn't expect this. She thought that the man is just in the wrong floor.
"Are you Ms. Lopez, ma'am?"
"Uh-No." Quinn smiled apologetically. "She is..." She pointed inside. "C'mon. Bring those inside."
The man nodded and rolled the trolley inside. Santana is nowhere to be seen. Quinn instructed the man to place the dishes on the table and gave him some tip.
"Would you like me to fix you a plate ma'am?" He asked.
"No, no. Besides, it's not for me." Quinn said. "Just leave it there. You can go."
"Okay ma'am. Call me if you need anything." The man nodded his head and left.
"Hey... little Princess Charming sent these for you." Quinn smirked. Santana just entered the living room adjacent to the table where food is placed.
"What are those?" Santana crossed her arms.
"Um... I don't know?" Quinn rolled her eyes at Santana. "Don't be such an ass! Your girl sent all of these." Quinn looked at the several plates on the table. "Hm, all of them smell great!"
Santana didn't bother to look. Instead, she turned on the television and watched some boring movie.
"Aren't you gonna eat?" Quinn asked receiving a shrug from Santana. "Fine then... I'll just eat all of these." Again, Santana didn't respond. "Well, well... What do we have here? Casserole, grilled chicken, fruit salad, mango pie, blueberry cheesecake. Mhm, my faves!" Quinn said finally alerting Santana.
Santana almost shrieked when Quinn sat on the table.
"No!" Santana sprinted towards Quinn and stopped her from eating the food.
"What?" Quinn glared at her.
"Who told you that you could eat my food in my seat? Get out!" Santana said stubbornly.
"Whoa! First of, you said that you ain't gonna eat these. Then, they might as well go down to my tummy than to the trash!"
"I didn't say that!" Santana softened. "Fine, we could share but not the blueberry cheesecake."
"Why not?"
"Because... because I said so!" She sat on the chair beside Quinn and they started sharing the food.
"What's that?" Quinn asked pointing to the card beside the cheesecake.
"What?" Santana asked obliviously.
"That..." Quinn pointed with her fork.
"Oh, I don't know." Santana extended her hand to get the card. She recognized the handwriting.
"I know you had a tiring day,
Let me wash it all away.
I hope the late lunch is good,
Or I'll send another set of food."
Quinn is trying to peek through the card but Santana covered and hid it in her pocket.
"What did she say?"
"Nothing..." Santana shrugged.
"Wait, is that her handwriting?" Quinn asked Santana.
"Yeah, so?"
"Aren't you getting a little suspicious with how fast she can send those notes?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean hello? Sending those cards might take a day or two."
"What are you trying to say? That she's here? She followed us?" Santana rolled her eyes until realization hits her. "Shit! Do you think she's here?"
"I don't know. There's only one way to check it out... ask her."
"What? Why me? You go ask her."
"What am I suppose to say? 'Oh, hey Brittany! How are you? Are you staying at our hotel because Santana's freaking her ass off. She's wondering if you could drop by in here and make out with her.' Would you like me to ask her that?"
"Bitch!" Santana yelled. "Just... just! Argh! Forget it! I'll call the hotel manager and asked him if Brittany checked in here. You go check on the other nearby hotels." Santana demanded.
"What? No way. Do it yourself! I've had enough of you two."
"Quinn-"
"Santana, look..." Quinn swallowed her food and clasped her hands. "we've been here for almost a week, did you ever make up your mind?"
Santana just stared at Quinn.
"See? You can't even answer me." Being the lawyer that she is, Quinn stood up and paced as if she is on the trial court.
"Did you ever sort out your feelings?" She only received silence from Santana. "Did you try to think things through?" Santana shrugged. "Did you ever give even a pigment of your thought to what this whole mess is all about?"
Santana slump her shoulders and slowly shook her head.
"I get it that you are still upset. That's why I took you here. But I can't see any progress in you Santana. You miss her but can't be with her. What kind of logic are you playing at?"
"It's not that simple, Quinn!"
"You've been torturing her inside, Santana. You know what? You are right. It's not all her fault. Besides, who told you to jog yourself to death? Did she tell you to do that? No, because that is your own freewill. Now, if you are going to tell me that her actions pushed you to do that, well let me stop you there. Brittany, just like you, has her time of weakness. She's upset because she lost her work. You know how hard she worked to reach that position. I'm not saying that what she did to you is alright but you could've acted in a different way. Do you get me?"
"Yeah, somehow."
"Santana, you told me that you were afraid of what you are feeling. What exactly are you afraid of?"
Santana looked around the room except to Quinn's demanding hazel eyes.
"Santana?" Quinn called softly.
Santana gulped and took a deep breath.
"I can't understand what I'm feeling, Q. I like so much that it hurts whenever I think of what happened. I really want to be with her but all I can ask is how?"
"What happened to you miss 'in control'?" Quinn smiled. "I think you found your match. Do you really want to be with her?"
Santana slowly nodded her head.
"Then I think you're ready to move forward."
"How Quinn? How?"
"Don't dwell on the memories, S. Use it to move forward. When Puck cheated on me I thought that I could never trust him again but he proved me wrong. He stayed almost every day by my side. He did everything to earn me back."
"He loves you so much, Q."
"And Brittany to you..." Quinn said and Santana froze. "There are four windows of our self-awareness Santana. Don't dwell on the blind quadrant. We can see how she looks at you and how you smile back whenever she's doing that."
"Are you saying that she's in love with me?"
"There's only one way to figure it out." Quinn smiled sweetly at her. "Talk to her, Santana."
...
Since it was their last night in LA they decided to hit a club along with some of Quinn's friends in the law firm.
"Shots for the lovely ladies?" The bartender asked.
"Ugh, no. I'm not going to drink tonight." Santana said.
"Hm, just gave her anything without liquor." Quinn smiled at the bartender. "And a pear martini for me."
The bartender nodded and worked on their orders. After a few minutes she served them with a flirtatious smile over Santana.
"Thanks." Santana winked at her and Quinn guided her to their booth.
"Would you stop doing that?" Quinn snapped at Santana.
"Doing what?" Santana innocently asked.
"You know what! Stop flirting with anybody!" Quinn shouted through the loud music. She dragged Santana through the crowds until they arrived in their booth. "I'm keeping an eye on you tonight, brat!" She glared at her.
"Yeah, whatever you say mom! And I'm not flirting with 'anybody' by the way. I'm just thanking that girl."
"Santana..." Quinn shut her up.
"Fine. Fine! Maybe I deserve some drink tonight." She muttered under her breath.
"Not a chance." Quinn smirked.
"Whatever." Santana rolled her eyes at Quinn and engaged with a conversation with some of the gay friends Quinn has. Santana gave snide comments about them but luckily she didn't start any fight.
After an hour and a few drinks, some of Quinn's friends went to the dance floor.
"Coming Quinn?" The guy in a maroon shirt asked.
"Wanky!" Santana commented earning a glare from Quinn.
"Uh, no. I'd rather stay here with Santana. You go ahead."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. Go on."
He nodded and went through the sweaty bodies in the dance floor.
"Santana... can you stop being so immature?"
"What? I'm just having fun!"
"Then stop making fun of me around them!" Quinn left her to get another drink.
Santana sighed to herself. She decided to go to the restroom leaving a couple who is about to make out any moment.
She washed her hands and fixed her hair. She saw how red her eyes are because of the smoke and the striking lights in the club. She decided to remove her contact lenses to rest her eyes.
"Ugh, I'm blind without these."
A group of drunken girls burst in and accidentally pushed Santana. The contact lens holder slipped off of her hands.
"What the fuck!" Santana's intimidating voice stopped the girls from laughing. They immediately recognized who Santana is. One of Quinn's friends quickly went out of the room followed by the other.
"Uh-um... S-sorry." The girl behind her said. Santana can't see them clearly which aggravated her more.
"Get the hell out!" The drunken girls scurried off leaving one of them behind.
"I'm really sorry. Let me help you with that." She offered inadvertently stepping in one of Santana's lenses. They heard it snapped.
"Oops." The girl whispered. "I... uh... I think I'm gonna..." she said while inching herself towards the door.
"Great! Fucking great!"
With that the last girl left her looking terrified. Santana tried to find the other lens but much to her dismay she failed.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Saying that she's pissed is an understatement. She didn't bring her glasses which disappointed her more. Feeling very defeated she went out of the room trying to find her way back to their booth. She bumped to several drunken people who just gave her incredulous looks.
"Fuck off!" One of the guys shouted.
"Fucking piece of shit!" She muttered under her breath. She still can't see the way clearly. The lights make it too hard for her as well.
"Ready for a drink tonight?" The familiar voice of the bartender greeted her. Santana sat in one of the stools and hit the table irritatingly.
"No thanks." She answered annoyingly. "I changed my mind. How about a dirty martini for the two of us?" She smirked knowing that the girl in front of her would blush.
"Actually, she can't." A familiar voice appeared behind Santana. A pair of hands wrapped around her waist immediately.
"How about a bomb pop shots for the both of you?" The bartender disappointedly said while keeping up her posture.
"No thanks." Brittany said. "I think we're ready to leave." She smiled politely. "Come on, baby." She told Santana who is dumbfounded at the moment.
"Uh... right. Yeah." She said getting off of the stool. She stumbled a little over Brittany which acted out on an impulse.
"Oops, watch your step duchess." She whispered softly.
"What are you doing here?" She squint her eyes to see Brittany's face clearly. Unfortunately, her vision failed her again.
"Getting my girlfriend back." She said with confidence and calmness in her voice.
They started walking. Brittany noticed something's off with her girlfriend.
"What's wrong?" She asked.
"I-I can't see..." Santana whispered.
"What?"
"I lost my contact lenses."
"Oh." Brittany nodded. "Don't worry. I'm here." She side hugged Santana, dodging all the people who blocks their way out. Cool breeze hit them once they reached the outside of the club.
"Here. Take these." Brittany took off her jacket and placed it over Santana's shoulder.
"How did you know that I'm here?"
"Quinn called me saying that she lost you."
"When?"
"Just a few minutes ago."
"Wait! Did you follow me here in LA?"
"I told you, I'm getting my girlfriend back. But I just arrived this morning."
"Britt-"
"I know... Can we talk about this somewhere else?"
"Fine. Let's go to the penthouse."
...
"Sorry it took me so long to realize some things, duchess." Brittany said while they are seated on the couch.
Santana looked anywhere else but Brittany.
"Can you please look at me?" She moved closer to Santana and cupped her chin.
"I look ugly." Santana pouted. She's wearing her glasses on.
"No you're not. You are the hottest nerd I know."
Santana smiled at her comment.
"But seriously, you look beautiful with or without those glasses."
"Thanks."
There was a slight pause before any of them say something.
"Sorry..." They said at the same time. Brittany smiled while Santana shook her head.
Brittany took Santana's hand and kissed them lovingly.
"I'm sorry that all these have to happen." Brittany said.
"We didn't mean it, Britt. We are all at fault in here."
"I know. I hope you're no longer mad at me."
"I'm not mad at you... I'm mad at what happened to us. I'm mad at myself for holding all these grudges for you."
"Don't be, I deserve them."
Santana shook her head.
"No you don't." A tear fell out of Santana's eyes. "You are the greatest thing that has happened to me, Britt. And I'm so sorry that too often I don't realize what I have until it's gone..."
"I'm still here Santana. I didn't go away and I will never do that."
"I'm so sorry I left you and tried to escape from our problem. I should've stayed and work things out with you. I'm sorry it took me so long to realize that we are both at fault in here. That neither of us wanted this to happen."
Brittany heard the sadness and pain in Santana's voice. She can't look at her eyes for they hold too much emotion that she can't bear.
"You're hurt just as much... and I didn't see that." Santana whispered.
"San, please stop apologizing. We are not perfect. We cannot control things. I know that what I did is extremely wrong but I was able to get over it. It's time for you to do that too, duchess. Forgivess is not about forgetting what transpired, it's about being able to accept, get up and move forward. I'm here to help you. I'll be here all throughout your journey until you're ready to continue what we have."
Santana is speechless. She doesn't know how to respond to her girlfriend. She has so much to say yet she doesn't know how.
"What I did is very childish and impulsive." Santana started. "I should've stayed, you know?" Brittany nodded her head. The rim of her eyes turned red. "If I could take it all back, I'd do so this instant. I missed you, Britt. I missed us. I miss every single thing we do. I miss your kisses, I miss your cuddles, I miss your childish acts and the lion king marathon." Brittany chuckled while wiping her tears.
"Come back to me. Come home to me, San." She squeezed Santana's hands.
"You said to me once that home is where you belong... where you feel safe and secured, where you feel loved and cherished." Brittany nodded. "Brittany, I'm home. I'm home with you."
Santana leaned in to kiss Brittany and hugged her tight.
"I love you, Santana." Brittany confessed. "I realized that... I love you and I can't live a day without you."
SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT!
Okay... Okay. I'm really sorry. LIFE and SCHOOL gets in the way of publishing this chapter.
I've been busy at school and work. After that I got sick again! Ugh, how great is that?
But what's important is I finished this chapter for all of you guys...
What do you think about this? You know the drill ;)
P.S.
Our babies are getting married! I hear wedding bells and song birds already.
Glee is coming to an end so soon. :(