Santana woke to the warmth of Brittany's breath on the back of her neck and her legs intertwined with Brittany's. She smiled at the thought of having spent the night in bed with her new crush curled up snuggly behind her. She glanced at the clock beside her bed. 6:03. She had to be at the studio by 9 so she would need to get out of bed soon if she wanted to get in any exercise before her recording session. Brittany's arms just felt too good around her body. Her breath felt too good on Santana's skin. She could stay like this forever. She never wanted to leave this moment. "It's decided, I'm skipping my workout today," she thought. She let out a gentle sigh and slid her body back into Brittany's slightly. Brittany responded to the movement by tightening her grip on Santana and pulling her flush against her body. A smiled crept onto Santana's face as she felt Brittany's chest pressed against her back.
"You scooted back." Brittany said sleepily, not opening her eyes.
"I what?" Santana asked softly.
"You scooted. I was already snuggling you but apparently it wasn't tight enough cos you scooted back into me."
Santana laughed quietly, "I guess I did."
"What time is it?"
"Just after six."
"Do you always wake up so early?" Brittany burrowed her face back down into the nape of Santana's neck. Her breath causing goosebumps to spread over Santana's body.
She tried to focus on answering Brittany's question, but the feeling of feeling Brittany's lips so close to her skin made her want to turn around and pull Brittany into a passionate kiss. She pushed the thought away, "My internal clock is still working it's way back to local time. I haven't fully adjusted back from Italian time yet."
"Ok we can get up. I just usually try to sleep in if I don't have a class to teach in the morning." Brittany said in a whisper indicating she was already trailing off to sleep.
"I'd rather die than get out of this bed right now" Santana thought to herself. "Go back to sleep, Brit. I'll try too."
"Mmmk," Brittany said as she readjusted her hold on Santana, pulling her even closer to herself before slipping into her slumber.
As she lay there, in Brittany's arms, trying to force herself back to sleep, her mind wandered to a less than desirable place.
Santana and Dani's relationship had gone from loving, light and sweet in their first year to dark, heavy and tumultuous their last year. When Santana had first met Dani she was awe-struck at just how full of life Dani was. She seemed to never worry, or think negatively at all. She never had a bad word to say about anyone and was just so fun to be around. Santana later came to realize that most of Dani's care-free attitude could be attributed to the fact that she was a bit of a recreational drug user. Coincidentally, however, around the same time their friendship turned into a romance, Dani's drug use became a tad more than recreational. At first, Santana ignored it, figuring Dani was just having fun. Then she convinced herself it was just because Dani was stressed out over recording her new album. Then it was something else entirely. She made excuse after excuse for Dani until one day when the truth of her addiction could no longer be ignored.
"Dani, I'm home." Santana said as she entered the house, tossing her keys onto the table in the foyer. She could hear music coming from the bedroom. "Dani must still be getting ready," she thought to herself. She walked into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of red wine and made her way down the hallway and up the main staircase. As she approached the bedroom she called out to Dani again, "I hope you're almost ready cos I am starving." She opened the bedroom door and could hear the shower running in the master bath. The door was slightly open and steam was filtering out the opening. "Seriously, Dani?" she grumbled. "Our reservation is in 30 minutes. You should at least be getting dressed right now." Dani didn't respond. Santana knew that meant that Dani felt like she was being attacked. Santana wasn't looking for a fight tonight. She wanted to celebrate their two-year anniversary happily. She was madly in love with Dani and knew that she needed to learn to deal with some of the things that she wasn't necessarily too fond of about her girlfriend. She looked over at the bed and saw both of their outfits were laid out. "At least you picked your outfit out already," she forced herself to smile. She was always getting on Dani about her time-management issues. They had just gotten into a major argument a few nights prior because Dani felt that Santana was nagging her. Santana, of course didn't see it that way and was just trying to help Dani make better use of her time. She took a sip of her wine and made her way to the bathroom, apologizing for her tone before. After all, did it really matter if they were a few minutes late for their reservation? It wasn't like the restaurant would give it away or anything. "I'm sorry, I just want tonight to be spec-" Santana entered the bathroom to see the shower still running, the doors shattered and… Dani. She dropped her wine glass shattering it on the bathroom tile.
She gasped. Dani was sprawled out on the floor, face down, laying in a pool of her own vomit, naked. "Oh my god, Dani!" Santana screamed as she knelt down next to her girlfriend, turning Dani over on her back. "Dani, oh my god, answer me!" She tapped on her cheeks firmly. Dani's face was turning blue. Santana had no idea how long she had been like that. She put her ear next to her mouth and nose to see if she was breathing… No breath. "Fuck, come on Dani!" she shook her desperately. "Please, Dani! Wake up!" She pulled Dani's head up onto her lap, picked Dani's nose with her fingers and leaned down to give her mouth to mouth. She was panicking. She had never had to do this before. She had no idea if she was doing it right. She breathed three breathes into her girlfriend and there was no change. She moved to do the chest compressions when she heard someone approaching.
"Santana, you ok? I thought I heard you screaming?" Puck said his voice filled with worry.
"Puck, call 911!"
He entered the room and looked toward the bathroom to see an hysterical Santana desperately trying to revive Dani.
He reached into his pocket, pulled out his phone dialed 9-1-1 while running to Dani's side. He gave the address and told the dispatcher to send an ambulance right away and then hung up the phone. He took over on the chest compressions and mouth to mouth. "Babe, let me." He said in an assuring tone, gently pushing Santana to the side. Santana sat helplessly on the floor holding Dani's hand, praying for a miracle. She looked around the room and noticed a few pill bottles strewn about on the counter, three empty beer bottles and a bottle of vodka on the floor next to where Dani was laying. Santana's face was hot and wet with tears. She could barely breath. Was this it? Was this the last time she would ever see Dani? Was this how it was going to end? She pulled Dani's hand to her face and kissed it. "Baby, please don't leave me."
About 60 seconds later the paramedics arrived and took over with the CPR. Puck moved away from Dani and took Santana in his arms. After about a minute one of the medics said to the other "I've got a pulse." Santana could see, just barely, Dani's chest rise, taking a breath. "It's faint, but it's there. We need to get her to the hospital." They loaded Dani onto a stretcher and rushed her out to the ambulance and tore off quickly en route to the hospital. Santana rode along, clutching Dani's hand as the medics worked on her.
Santana spent the next few hours worrying quietly in the waiting room with Kurt, Puck and Mercedes. She was sitting in the chair with her legs tucked into her chest and arms wrapped around her knees. She was rocking back and forth slightly and tapping her foot on the seat of her chair nervously. She couldn't bear the thought of living life without Dani. Mercedes was stroking her hair assuring her everything would be fine. "Dani is a fighter. It's gonna be okay, girl. I promise."
Kurt looked to Puck who was standing across from him, his back leaned against the wall. "Thank God you were there, Puck," he whispered.
They were a few seats away from Santana's earshot but they turned themselves away from her just incase she was paying attention and could hear their conversation.
"I know, right? I had just moved into the pool house a few nights ago cos my lease ran out on my old place and I haven't found a new place yet. I had just come inside to make a sandwich when I heard Santana screaming. When I got in there, she was trying to do CPR but she was in utter shock. She could barely breathe herself."
"Poor thing. I don't blame her. That had to be the most terrifying thing she has ever experienced. I can't even begin to imagine what she must be going through right now." Kurt said looking back to Santana with sympathy. "I don't know what she will do if Dani doesn't make it." He looked up at Puck who shrugged his shoulders slowly in solemn agreement.
A few minutes later a doctor came to speak to Santana. At first, they weren't too thrilled at the idea of speaking to a non-family member about Dani's condition, but when they realized who they were dealing with, they quickly made an exception. After a lot of terms Santana didn't understand she finally said, "I'm sorry I didn't follow much of that—"
"She's still in shock, we all are," Mercedes said, placing her hand on Santana's shoulder. "Would you mind explaining things in more simplified terms for us, please? Thank you so much." She said with a smile.
"She's lucky to be alive. She wasn't breathing for about 5 minutes, we are estimating. So that is five minutes her brain went without oxygen. There are many, many things that can be caused by lack of oxygen to the brain. We are going to need to run some tests to see what damage has been caused. We won't know anything until she regains consciousness," he said matter-of-factly. He noted the look of concern on Santana's face. "But we are optimistic that will happen within the next few hours." He said with a somewhat comforting smile and tone.
"Can I see her?" Santana asked as she wiped a tear from her cheek.
"Sure, just you for now though, ok?" He said looking to Kurt, Puck and Mercedes who all nodded in understanding. He held his arm out in the direction they would be walking. "Right this way, Ms. Lopez."
Santana nodded and followed his lead down the long corridor.
She sat by Dani's side until she woke about 4 hours later.
"Santana?" Dani said opening her eyes, confused at the sight of her unfamiliar surroundings. "What happened? Am I… in the hospital?"
"Hey baby," she said standing, moving closer to her. She grabbed her hand and pulled it to her mouth, kissing it. "You…uhh… had an accident. Do remember anything?"
"I just remember getting ready for our anniversary dinner. I remember being in the shower," she closed her eyes for a moment before adding, "and then… waking up here." Dani was becoming visibly upset.
"Shhh, sweetie, it's ok." Santana tried to calm her. She stroked Dani's face with her hand. "We can talk about all of that later."
They were silent for a few moments. Santana used her free hand to stroke Dani's forehead. She was so relieved that Dani was going to be ok. She sensed that their life together would never be the same again. Dani had been all but dead in her arms just some hours before and that shook Santana to her very core. She leaned down and kissed her girlfriend on lips sweetly.
"I need help." Dani said with tears streaming down her cheeks.
"What?" Santana asked unsure of what Dani had meant.
"I have a problem. I need help."
Santana nodded sympathetically.
"Will you help me, bae? Please?"
"Of course I will." Santana said as she leaned down into Dani who pulled her in for a hug.
"Thank you." Dani said as she began to sob into Santana's shoulder.
"I love you," Santana said softly as she comforted her broken girlfriend.
Dani pulled Santana into the bed with her and Santana snuggled up into her side. "I love you most," Dani said holding onto Santana tightly.
Five Months Later
"You've got to be kidding me, Dani! Seriously?!" Santana shouted angrily. "I just walked in on you, with someone else, in MY HOUSE! And somehow this is my fault?!" Santana crossed her arms and glared at Dani waiting for a response.
"Oh, so now this is just YOUR house? I've been living with you for two years, Santana. It's my place too." Dani shouted back.
"That's how you want to start this conversation, really?" Santana looked at her with scorned eyes. "Do you have anything to say for yourself? Do you love her?"
Dani moved toward Santana reaching her hand out and stroking Santana's arm. "No, of course I don't love her. I just…i fucked up."
Santana pulled her arm away from Dani's grasp. "Don't touch me."
Dani shoved her hand in her pocket nervously, "Santana, I'm sorry, bae. I really am. I don't know what I was thinking." Her eyes were bloodshot and she was fidgeting the way she always did when she was high.
"God damn it, Dani. You weren't thinking. You're never thinking. Cos you are always high. I can't be with you if you aren't going to be sober."
Dani sniffed and rubbed her nose, "I'm gonna quit tomorrow."
Santana rolled her eyes, "Bullshit. You always say that. But every time tomorrow comes there is always an excuse. Some reason that you can't quit and then you say you'll quit the next day. I've tried helping you, I've tried supporting you. But this is beyond me. You need help, Dani. Serious help."
"What like rehab?" Dani raised her voice in disbelief
"Yes, rehab."
"I am not going back to rehab. That's absurd." She crossed her arms over her chest, "You're absurd."
"Dani, you have been trying to kick this habit ever since I met you. It has only gotten worse over the years." She closed her eyes and rubbed her temples lightly, "It is to the point, now, where you can't function without taking more than 50+ pills a day." She paused, choosing her words carefully. "I realize this isn't a habit, it's an addiction. You are an addict and the sooner you admit that the sooner you can start recovery and the sooner you can get better." She said, her expression and tone changing from hostile to concern.
"Recovery? Addict? Are you kidding me, Santana." She said, laughing the words off.
"Have you forgotten that you almost died five months ago? That I had to watch Puck try to revive you? That I rode to the hospital in an ambulance with you? Watching the paramedics hook you up to machines and try to pump toxins out of your system? That I agonized in a hospital waiting room… for hours wondering if you were going to live or die?" She paused, rubbing her left shoulder. "I can't go thought that again. I won't."
"How did you walking in on me fucking another girl in our living room turn into a conversation about my sobriety?"
"Because you are not you anymore, Dani! Sober Dani, Dani before addiction would've never treated me the way you did today. With such complete disregard and disrespect—"
Dani interrupted her, "And you think that by forcing me to go to rehab, old Dani will come back and I won't cheat on you anymore?" She said in a condescending tone. "Oh, bae. That's so cute. Did you think this was the only time I've strayed? This has been going on since I got home from the rehab your FORCED me to go to straight out of the hospital."
"Fuck you, Dani." Santana felt her eyes welling up with tears. She didn't understand why Dani was being so harsh. "I didn't force you. You said you wanted to go. But being sober is too hard for you so you have to act like you don't want it. Like someone forced it upon you. You can't force someone to be sober. Just like you can't force someone to be faithful or loyal."
"I was loyal until you betrayed me by sending me away! Rehab didn't work then, it's not gonna work now! I don't have a drug problem. I have a YOU problem." She shouted.
"Cry me a god damned river, Dani. Oh, poor you, having a girlfriend who loves you and has stood by you… putting up with your bullshit every step of the way. Poor you for having someone care enough about you to tell you when you are being destructive to yourself, to your career and to all of the relationships you used to value. Poor Dani Lomanto for having to go to rehab and admit that you have a problem that is bigger than you. Poor you!" Santana yelled as tears started falling from her eyes.
"No, Santana poor you. The chick with the "addict "girlfriend. The chick that had to watch her girlfriend fight for her life. You realize that right? I was the one that almost died. Not you! Always the victim. You pretend like this is all about me, but if you are honest with yourself you will realize it's all about you. You don't want to deal with having an "addict" as a girlfriend anymore."
"That's not true. I don't want to have an addict that doesn't even try to be sober… You are perfectly content still using. I'm not okay with that. I cannot just stand by and watch you slowly kill yourself." Santana's heart was slowly breaking. She knew that she was done fighting with Dani about getting sober. She couldn't force her to want to be clean, but she couldn't stand by and enable Dani's dangerous behavior any longer.
"Well, I'm not going back to rehab." She crossed her arms forcefully across her chest and glared at Santana.
"Then I have nothing left to say to you."
"Don't you even want to know why I did it?" She said with a smirk on her face.
Santana was confused, "Did what?"
"Fucked that girl in the living room." Dani bit her lip slightly, as if she was trying to flirt with Santana but she was really just being a jerk. She wanted to hurt her.
Santana rolled her eyes. "Honestly, no. I don't care."
"I met her in rehab. She understands me."
Santana laughed, "Oh really? Does she now?"
"I tell her things I could never tell you."
"Like what, Dani?" she asked reluctantly. She knew Dani was just trying to get a rise out of her.
"And she lets me do things to her you never let me do." Dani looked Santana up and down in a judging manner.
Santana could feel herself getting angrier and angrier by how smug Dani was acting. "No, Dani, you're not gonna do this to me anymore. I'm done. We are done. I won't shed another tear for you ever again." She fought the tears away and puffed out her shoulders. "Get your shit and get out of MY house."
"Just like that?" Dani crossed her arms with a smug smile on her face.
"Ya know what? Yeah. Just like that," she said sternly. "When I walked in and saw your face between her legs, I already knew I was done. Things hadn't been the same since you came back from rehab. I already knew we were falling apart but I kept trying to make it work because I still loved you and still cared about you. But honestly," she threw her hands up in the air, "you aren't the same person I fell in love with and the person you are now," she paused, shrugged her shoulders and scrunched her nose, "I honestly can't even stand the sight of you." She walked toward the front door, grabbed her purse, opened the door to the garage and said, "I will be back in a few hours. If you are still here, I will have the police remove you." And with that she left.
Dani called, texted, and emailed relentlessly for the next few days but Santana ignored every attempt at communication. Dani was desperate to reconcile; Santana was finished. She was hurt, she felt betrayed. After everything they had been through together, Santana stuck by her side. This was how Dani repaid her: cheating on her in her own house. She couldn't get the image of Dani going down on the tattooed redhead out of her mind. That wasn't something she would be able to get over. She didn't want to have anything more to do with Dani. It pained her to know that she was losing her best friend as well as the person she thought was the love of her life, but she knew she was better off alone than as Dani's significant other. Exactly one week after Santana broke it off with Dani and kicked her to the curb was when the news broke about Santana and Dani's relationship.
When Santana got the call from Kurt, she couldn't believe it.
"Oh, come on Porcelain, is this your attempt at a practical joke? I'm disappointed. You can do better than that." She laughed, amused at his failed attempt at humor.
"Santana, google yourself." He said in sullen tone.
She doubted the truth in his information but she did as he suggested and typed her name into the google search bar. Her eyes nearly popped out of her face when she read the headlines splattered on her computer screen. Her mouth hung open in disbelief. She tried to speak but the only word that managed to cross her lips was "Who?"
"Dani."
When Santana woke next, she felt Brittany fidgeting around behind her. She rolled over so that she was face-to-face with her crush and smiled, "Hi." She felt herself blush.
"Hey," Brittany smiled back. "You snore," she teased with a small laugh.
Santana pretended to be offended, faking a gasp. "I do not!"
"Totally." Brittany's smile grew.
Santana laughed, it was true, in fact. "I only snore if I am super comfortable and relaxed."
Brittany's eyes narrowed flirtatiously, "It felt amazing sleeping with you in my arms." She locked her gaze onto Santana's chocolate eyes.
Santana felt her pulse gain speed. Brittany's eyes didn't falter. She felt as though the cobalt eyes were staring straight through her and into her soul. Their faces were only a few inches apart which made Santana notice the faint freckles lining Brittany's cheeks and the bridge of her nose. Santana scanned Brittany's face, taking in every tiny detail. She wanted to be able to recall the way Brittany's face looked in that moment, whenever she was missing her. Her lips were a bit fuller and a darker shade of pink than they normally were, they seemed to be a bit swollen or puffy from her slumber, "Even harder to fight the urge to kiss them" Santana thought, licking her lips slightly as she moved her eyes from Brittany's mouth to her eyes. Santana loved the way Brittany's blonde bangs were swept across her forehead, the way her almost-white eye lashes seemed to help guide Brittany's eyes to her own. Her eye lashes were long and had a beautiful natural curve that most women covet. She reached her hand up to Brittany's face and stroked her hair, brushing it from her forehead.
Brittany smiled, responding by bringing her hand to Santana's hip sliding the bottom of her tank top up slightly, exposing her side. She gently traced her fingers up and down, tickling Santana's hip, causing goosebumps to form. Her eyes followed the movements of her fingers on Santana's skin.
Santana placed her hand just under Brittany's chin forcing their eyes to meet again. "I love the way your hands feel on my skin." She said sweetly.
Brittany smiled, "I love that you love it."
Santana's text-tone played quietly on the nightstand behind her. She hesitated to check it, she didn't want the moment to end, for Brittany's hand to fall from her frame. The tone sounded again.
"It's ok, you should check that." Brittany assured her.
Santana groaned, rolling onto her back and reaching for her phone.
I want to see you. - Dani
Santana's stomach dropped.
Brittany immediately noticed something was off. "Hey," she pulled Santana closer to her, "You ok?"
Santana rolled her eyes. "That was my ex girlfriend."
Brittany felt a twinge of jealousy creep through her body, "Oh?"
Santana grumbled, "She said she wants to see me."
They were quiet for a moment then Brittany asked, "Do you want to see her?" Brittany took her eyes from Santana and looked down at the sheets between them.
Santana sighed, "Yes and no." She could sense the answer didn't sit well with Brittany so she elaborated, "I don't want to see her… not like you are thinking." She stroked Brittany's cheek. "There are just a lot of things left to say…"
Brittany's eyes flickered back up to Santana's.
"Things ended pretty abruptly between us. I broke it off, she moved out and the following week I left the country for three months. I hadn't seen or spoken to her since the day she moved out until yesterday. So, as you can imagine there is a lot left—"
"Between you two. I get it."
"It's not like that though, Britt. You make it sound so… I don't know."
"You should go see her." Brittany sat up and turned to move out of the bed.
Santana grabbed her arm, stopping her.
"Hey, it's not like that, okay?" She stroked her arm. "I just want closure, ya know?"
Brittany turned to face Santana, she nodded. "I understand, Santana, I do. I just… I get stupid jealous when it comes to you. And I don't really know why. I mean, I know why, it's because I like you. But I've never really gotten jealous like this before. I'm sorry. Lord Tubbington used to say all the time that jealousy is the ugliest quality a person can possess. He would be so ashamed of me right now."
Santana smiled crinkling her nose. "You're jealous?"
Brittany nodded.
"That's adorable." She leaned in and kissed Brittany's cheek. "Baby, you have nothing to be worried about." She winked.
Brittany's hearted fluttered at the sound of Santana calling her "baby." A wide smile spread from cheek to cheek. "I like the sound of that."
Santana smiled, "Sound of what?"
"You calling me baby."
Santana hadn't even realized she had used the term for Brittany out loud. She had certainly thought it to herself a few times. She flirtatiously brushed it off, "I call all of my friends, 'baby'" she winked.
Brittany laughed. "Let's go get some breakfast. My treat."
They drove to the diner separately so that Santana could go right to the studio after breakfast. They found a booth in the back corner away from most other people and slid into their seats. Santana kept sneaking glances at Brittany over the top of her menu. Brittany caught her a few times and they giggled like school girls.
"You are so cute, Santana Lopez."
"Why thank you, Brittany Pierce."
The waitress came over, poured the girls some coffee and water, took their orders and hurried off.
Santana took a sip of her coffee as Brittany was still loading hers with cream and sugar. She eyed Santana's mug. "I don't know how you drink it like that." She made a sighted face.
Santana laughed, "Because I like the taste of coffee unlike someone I know…" she widened her eyes and motioned to the pile of empty packets of sugar and empty containers of cream next to Brittany's mug.
"I like the taste of coffee. I just happen to think it tasted better when things are added to it." She smiled sipping her drink. "So, are you excited about today?"
"Beyond excited!" Santana couldn't help the huge smile that had spread across her face. "I can't wait to rerecord the demo songs I played for Sebastian yesterday."
"You never did play one for me."
"I know, I'm sorry. I meant to… things just got, I dunno we got sidetracked last night."
"It's ok, next time." Brittany shrugged.
"Definitely." Santana loved the way things were going with Brittany. They had only known each other for a few weeks but it felt like they had know each other for years. Everything felt so natural and comfortable. Even their silences. They sat quietly for a few moments.
Brittany looked out the window for a moment then spoke again, "You kissed me last night."
Santana felt her face burning. "I did." She sipped her coffee and looked up at Brittany nervously. Brittany was still looking out the window. She wasn't sure what Brittany was thinking.
"I loved that kiss," She said as she moved her gaze back to Santana. She had been replaying the kiss over and over in her mind since it had happened. But what she loved even more than the kiss was what Santana followed it with, "the next time I kiss you like that it will mean I am ready," she heard Santana say repeatedly in her mind.
"Me too."
"But I'm pretty sure I will love the next one even more."
Santana thought about it for a moment and then realized what Brittany had meant by that. "Me too," she smiled softly.
About an hour later it was time for the girls to go their separate ways. Reluctantly they headed out to the parking lot. Brittany walked Santana to her car. "So when can I see you again?" she asked eagerly.
"Honestly, I'm not sure. I would love to see you tonight but—"
"Yeah, I know you're gonna be really busy." Brittany forced her mouth into a huge pouty face.
"Britt, that is so not fair." Santana nudged Brittany's shoulder lightly.
Brittany smiled, "I'm just playing."
"I'll text you later though," Santana smiled sweetly.
"I look forward to it." She leaned down and opened Santana's car door for her. "Ms. Lopez," she winked.
"Oh why thank you." Santana leaned in and hugged Brittany gently before sliding into her driver's seat. She turned the key in the ignition and put the car in reverse.
Brittany closed the car door. "I'll be thinking about that kiss." She moved back from the car and watched Santana pull out of the parking space.
Santana winked. "See ya, Britt."
"Bye, Santana." Brittany waved as Santana drove off. She walked to her car and pulled out her phone.
I miss you already. - Brittany
Santana felt her phone vibrate on the seat next to her. She smiled immediately as she had a feeling who the text might be from. When she was stopped at a red light she reached for her phone and read the text. Her friends, the butterflies, came back for another visit.
You're sprung ;) - Santana
She loved the idea of Brittany missing her so soon.
I've got it bad. - Brittany
Author's Notes:
I'm sorry it took me longhan usual to get this new chapter up. I had a bit of trouble finding free time and when I finally did find some time... writer's block got the best of me. I wanted to focus on the downfall of Santana/Dani relationship this chapter because I am ready to keep that relationship in the past and start telling the story of Brittany and Santana. I may write a chapter or two from Brittany's POV, I haven't decided yet.
I started writing the next chapter already and will post it in the next few days.
As always thank you for reading. And please leave a comment. I appreciate the feedback.