AN: I'm keeping the chapters short! But I didn't want to leave it like that, so here's another!
Santana furiously wiped the tears from her face. How could she fucking dismiss her like that? Her steps grew more angry, she bolted down the streets, not knowing where she was going. Hell, she didn't even recognize the neighborhood. She didn't care, though. It didn't matter anyway. Brittany was supposed to tell Sam, that it was over. She was back, they were going to be together, Sam could just go. Santana didn't care about the house, or the danceschool. He could keep it, burn it down, for all she cares.
She rounded a corner and found herself at a deserted playground. She looked around, the playground looked vaguely familiar, but bells didn't ring. She sat down on a wooded bench, feeling emotionally drained. Her life was so fucked up, she couldn't comprehend it. She had it all, they had it all. She was supposed be happy, thinking about the future, thinking about babies and holidays. Now she had nothing, she was back to living at home, while the love of her life, dismissed her for her new family.
She started crying again, mad at stupid Sam and his stupid parents. Mad at Brittany, for marrying said stupid Sam. Mad at herself… For letting herself get dismissed. She held her head in her hands. On some level, she could understand Brittany. What else was she supposed to do? Have dinner with her not-so-ex-wife and new family, who she was dumping? Santana let out a sob, she could actually understand the blond, but still, it had felt like her heart was ripped out of her body; again. She couldn't take any more pain, she simply couldn't. Part of her wished she had just died in the crash. It would have been a hell of a lot easier.
After a while the tears stopped flowing. She had no idea how long she had been sitting there, but her butt felt numb and she was getting colder. Santana sighed. She had to put a stop to all this crying, to all this hurting. She stood up, feeling exhausted. She combed her long hair with her fingers, taking a deep breath, she left the playground, walking slowly, making her way back to her parent's house. She needed a long hot shower and a warm bed…
Meanwhile….
Brittany had smiled throughout dinner. Sam had ordered Italian, from her favorite restaurant, but she wasn't hungry. She put on this act of a loving wife and friendly daughter in law. She participated in the conversations and she had to admit; it could have been nice. Sam was being his friendly self, his parents complimented her on her hair and how nice the house looked. It could have been a nice evening, if Brittany didn't feel like she was lying to the whole world, including herself. Sam and his family were kind people, with the exception of his creepy grandfather, but they weren't the Lopez family. Brittany thought back to familydinners with Santana at her parent's home and for the first time that evening, she felt a genuine smile on her face.
Sam must have noticed too, because all of a sudden, he grabbed her hand and smiled at her. "This is nice, isn't it?" Brittany looked at his parents, who were too busy discussing their next vacation, to notice her frowning. "We have to talk, soon." She hissed, yanking her hand back. Then she stood up and cleared the table. "Coffee anyone?" she asked sweetly, leaving Sam astonished.
Brittany thanked every God she could think of, for Sam's parents leaving not long after dinner. She had just finished cleaning the dishes, when Sam entered the kitchen. She didn't look up, she got herself a drink and then sat down at the kitchen table.
"I want out." Brittany broke the silence. Sam's eyes widened. "We're married." He stated.
Brittany looked up, "Sam, you know how I feel about you and you know I'm still in love with Santana, you can't be serious, you can't be thinking, I still want to be married to you, when the woman I'm in love with is back in my life." Sam nodded but didn't say anything else. Brittany took a sip of her drink and waited for him to response.
"We made a deal, Britt." He finally answered. "You get to keep the house and studio and I get a wife." Brittany looked up. "Yeah and I want out. What's the big deal, we both know it's not a marriage out of love.. You can find someone else, someone who will truly love you!"
"But I can't get a divorce, Britt! My family will kill me! No. I'm not going to agree on this. We made a deal!" Sam hissed, while pacing around the kitchen. Brittany looked up in surprise. "Sam, your parents love you, they want you to be happy, I don't get it.."
Sam sat down at the table, his hands in his hair. "You don't understand, I don't want another girl, I want you, I need you, Britt.. We made a deal and I'm going to keep you to it." He looked her straight in the eye, with a weird expression which Brittany didn't recognize. She slowly shook her head. "Do what you must do, Sam, but I can't do it any longer.."
Sam slammed his fists at the table, making Brittany jump up in her seat. "Then you will lose everything, your house, your business… All of it is mine now, remember?" He told her sweetly. Brittany swallowed. "But I will have my wife.." she whispered. Sam laughed at that, "yeah and you get to live with her parents." With that, he left the kitchen, leaving Brittany to think.
All she wanted was her Sanny, but that would mean she would have to give up their house, their home.. When Brittany married Sam, she asked him if he thought it would be forever. She figured he would meet someone else and they would divorce. Sam had just shrugged, told her he was happy with her, but after that conversation they did change the contract they signed, stating that they would be married till at least new year, after that, they could divorce and everything would go back, to the way it was.
Brittany finished her drink and went upstairs, she took her phone, all night she wanted to contact Santana, but she didn't had the gut. And know, she just needed time to think. Maybe she could just stay married to Sam a little bit longer, just until the new year.. Maybe she could save their home, it was the least she could do for Santana.. Right?
