A/N: Hey guys! Quick update now for part 2 of Chapter 11. This chapter turned out better than I expected so I hope you guys like it. Head over to my Tumblr if you get the chance. HAPPY BRITTANA WEEK EVERYONE.

*Back to third person's POV

*bolded italics are flashbacks/thoughts/imagination*

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Warning: SEXY TIMES

PART TWO

Santana was shaking. When Coach Bieste asked if she could sing at Will and Emma's wedding, she agreed immediately without really thinking it through. Now that she was five minutes away from performing, she'd suddenly gotten nervous. She was singing an original song. Santana never really got the chance to sing this song in glee club when they had their songwriting sessions. Looking at the crowd from the side of the stage, Santana's suddenly reminded of why she didn't sing this song before. She'd been too afraid. Too afraid because the song showed her inner thoughts, her inner feelings. Feelings she tried so hard to push away but eventually, it all became too much so she wrote a song about it. This song. When Coach Bieste asked if she could write a love song, she knew she didn't have any other choice but to sing this one.

"And now, for a very special performance, we have Santana Lopez singing an original song," Coach Bieste announced.

Santana walked up the stage and took her place in the center. She flashed a bright smile while everyone burst in to applause.

"This is actually the first song I wrote. I wrote this a while back so forgive me if it's not that good," Santana chuckled, "Now, a little background. As you all know, I used to be one of Mr. Schue's glee kids. I watched Mr. Schue and Ms. Pillsbury…well; Mr. and Mrs. Schuester fall in love and stay with each other through up and down. This song is about finding that one person you'll love all your life," Santana said.

Santana scanned the crowd; her eyes caught sight of familiar blue orbs and she couldn't bring herself to look away.

"Forever and always," Santana said softly as the music began.

Looks like we made it

Look how far we've come my baby

We mighta took the long way

We knew we'd get there someday

They said, "I bet they'll never make it"

But just look at us holding on

We're still together still going strong

Santana closed her eyes and swayed to the beat.

Santana slowly made her way towards Brittany's locker. They'd sung a song together in glee club just like they'd planned. What Santana hadn't counted on, was what singing would do to her. She'd been thinking about what to do ever since that last note. But deep down she knew there was only one answer. She had to be honest with herself and to Brittany. The blonde deserved that much.

"Hey, can we talk?" Santana said.

"But we never do that," Brittany mumbled.

"I know, but I wanted to thank you for performing that song with me in glee club. Because it's made me do a lot of thinking," Santana sighed, "And what I realized is why I'm such a bitch all the time. I'm a bitch because I'm angry. Angry because I have all these feelings... feelings for you that I'm afraid of dealing with cause I'm afraid of dealing with the consequences. And Brittany, I can't go to an Indigo Girls concert. I just can't," Santana rambled on.

She stopped midsentence and bit down on her lower lip.

"Do you understand what I'm trying to say here?" Santana asked.

"No, not really,"

"I wanna be with you. But I'm afraid of the talks and the looks. I mean, you know what happened to Kurt at this school"

"But honey, if anybody were to ever make fun of you, you would kick their ass or slash them with your vicious, vicious words"

"Yeah, I know" Santana cried, "but I'm afraid of what everyone will say behind my back. Still I have to accept that I love you. I love you and I don't want to be with Sam or Finn or any of those guys. I just want you. Please say you love me back. Please," Santana pleaded.

"Of course I love you. I do" Brittany breathed out.

Santana let out a sigh of relief.

'She loves me back,' Santana thought to herself.

She actually wanted to smile but Brittany opened her mouth and continued speaking.

"And I would totally be with you if it weren't for Artie," Brittany continued.

Santana opened her eyes and saw that Brittany was still looking at her. She forced herself to look away. She focused on Will and Emma in front who were smiling lovingly at each other while swaying to the music.

(You're still the one)
You're still the one I run to
The one that I belong to
You're still the one I want for life
(You're still the one)
You're still the one that I love
The only one I dream of
You're still the one I kiss good night

Santana felt a lump form behind her throat. The last few words of the chorus were mumbled as she felt herself tearing up.

"Britt, I have to go. My captain's gonna kill me if I'm late," Santana said.

"Alright. Good luck, Sanny" Brittany sighed.

"Hey, I love you. Don't ever forget that, okay?" Santana said softly.

Brittany's eyes lit up and she giggled.

"I love you too. Why would I forget it? Forever and always, remember?"

"Forever and always" Santana echoed, "Now I really gotta go"

"Santana, wait!"

"What now, B?"

"You owe me a goodnight kiss," Brittany said.

"Britt, I am not gonna kiss you through my laptop,"

"San.." Brittany pouted.

"Don't do that," Santana said, "Britt, baby, don't pout…Ugh..fine."

Brittany chuckled and gave Santana a loving look.

Santana sighed and smiled to herself. She was acting like a fool but she couldn't care less.

"Goodnight, Britt" Santana cooed.

She leaned down and kissed the laptop screen.

"Night, Sanny"

"Two more weeks and I get to kiss you goodnight for real,"

Ain't nothin' better

We beat the odds together

I'm glad we didn't listen

Look at what we would be missin'

They said, "I bet they'll never make it"

But just look at us holding on

We're still together still going strong

Santana sang through the tears streaming down her face. She caught sight of two blonde figures walking out of the hall. Brittany and Sam. She sighed to herself and pushed away all thoughts. She needed to get through this song and after that, she can hit the bar with Quinn.

(You're still the one)

You're still the one I run to

The one that I belong to

You're still the one I want for life

(You're still the one)

You're still the one that I love

The only one I dream of

You're still the one I kiss good night

You're still the one

Santana extended the last word until the very last note. Everyone stood up and burst in to applause. She smiled and subtly wiped away her tears. She caught sight of Rachel standing at the side with a worried look on her face. Santana bowed once and exited the stage where she was met by Rachel and Quinn.

"Santana…" Rachel began

"Do you want some water?" Quinn asked.

"Water…would be good," Santana answered.

Quinn nodded and looked at Rachel before leaving.

"I really don't wanna talk about it, Rachel" Santana said softly

"We don't have to talk about it now," Rachel said, "But we have to talk about this, Santana"

"No, we don't" Santana shot back.

"Yes, we do! You are like a sister to me, Santana and kills me to see you so…"

"So what, Rachel?"

"Broken. Incomplete. There are many other terms in my arsenal to describe your current condition but we'll leave it at that" Rachel said.

Before Santana could respond, Quinn arrived with a glass of water. She handed the water to Santana but she could feel the tension between the two brunettes.

"I told you to hold off the intervention talk till I got back," Quinn said.

"You guys are intervening? There's nothing wrong with me" Santana retorted.

"Yeah, there is. But it's fine. We'll help you through it, S" Quinn said.

"Because that's what families do for each other," Rachel added.

"Thank,' Santana said, "I think"

Santana let out a chuckled and turned to the two.

"Now, if you guys don't mind, I really wanna go up to my room and just be alone for a while" Santana said.

"Sure thing, S" Quinn replied.

"Don't forget that our flight leaves at 8:30am so we have to be at the airport by 6:30"

"I already set my alarm, Rach. You two have fun," Santana said.

Santana got up and walked aimlessly.

"Britt, hold up!" Sam shouted.

Brittany ignored him and walked faster. She didn't even bother drying her tears. They weren't gonna stop any time soon anyways. She walked on until she was far enough from the reception and from any one else for that matter. Brittany let out a strangled sigh and tried to control her crying.

"Britt, what's wrong? Are you not feeling well?" Sam asked.

Sam reached out and tried to hold Brittany but Britt flinched before he could even touch her and backed away.

"I can't…I can't do this anymore, Sam" Brittany sobbed.

"Do what, B? Just tell me what to do" Sam pleaded.

"This… Us… I can't…" Brittany said softly, "I can't pretend that everything's okay because it's not,"

"Wait…what…what are you saying?" Sam said, his voice faltering.

"This isn't right and you know it," Brittany said.

"Are you…are you breaking up with me?" Sam asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Brittany looked at him for the first time. His usually bright eyes were dull and filled with pain.

"Yes, Sam. I'm breaking up with you," Brittany breathed out.

Silence.

Sam nodded absentmindedly trying to absorb her words. He turned around and walked away. Brittany felt her heart break. She'd never been so cruel in her life. Just as she was about to turn the other way, Sam backtracked and walked towards her.

"Promise me you won't let go of her this time. Promise me you'll hold on to her forever and never let go, Britt. Never, you hear?" Sam whispered in to her ear.

"Never" Brittany echoed.

Santana had been drinking at the bar for a good half hour now. She can still hear the sound of celebration and music coming from the reception down the hall. She downed her drink and motioned for another one to the bartender.

"Hey, Sugar," a man said.

Santana sat a little straighter and looked at the guy. The bartender came and placed the drink in front of her.

"This one's on me, baby" he said.

Santana smirked and raised her glass to him.

"So you got a name?" the man said.

"Rosario Cruz. Might be related to Penelope," Santana said.

"Well, you're obviously the prettier cousin," he chuckled.

He shuffled closer to her and placed a hand on her thigh.

"Get off her you creep"

The man stumbled backwards, spilling his drink in the process.

"Who do you think you are?" the man shouted.

"I'm her girl—best friend. Keep your disgusting paws off her," Brittany said.

"Britt, what the hell are you—" Santana said

"Stop it. We're going up to your room," Brittany said.

Brittany glared at the man and helped Santana up. Brittany put her arms around Santana's waist and carried most of her weight.

"I'm fine, Britt. Let go of me," Santana argued.

"You're drunk. You need to go to bed," Brittany said.

"I'm going to bed only to get away from you," Santana hissed.

She broke free from Brittany's hold and walked towards room. Brittany couldn't help but feel hurt by what Santana did. But regardless of the Latina's words, Brittany followed Santana.

"What are you still doing here, Britt? I thought I said I wanted to get away from you," Santana said.

"I wanted to make sure you were fine," Brittany replied.

Santana rolled her eyes and opened the mini-bar. She brought out all the alcohol and opened a bottle of Vodka.

"Stop drinking, Santana. You're drunk enough as it is!" Brittany said.

"You don't get to tell me what to do, Britt. You're not my girlfriend."

Brittany flinched but she took the bottle from Santana anyways.

"What the hell were you doing with that guy anyway, huh?" Brittany asked.

Santana just shrugged and lied down on the bed.

"Were you gonna have sex with him, Santana?!" Brittany said, her voice a little louder, "Were you?!"

"I don't know, Brittany! I don't know. Maybe," Santana shouted back, "Whether or not I was gonna sleep with him, that's none of your business,"

"You weren't gonna sleep with him. You…you wouldn't," Brittany said shakily.

"How would you know, Britt?" Santana challenged.

"Because I know you…and you would…you'd never do that. You promised," Brittany mumbled.

Tears had started falling down Brittany's face. She knew Santana would never do that. She'd promised her. Santana promised that Brittany would be her last. Her first and her last. Those were her words.

"Well then maybe you don't know me as well as you thought you did,"

"Why are you doing this, San? Do you…do you hate me?"

Santana let out a strangled laugh and shook her head.

"I don't hate you, Britt. As a matter of fact, I love you. I love you so fucking much and that's the problem," Santana cried, "I don't know how to function properly without you…I…I can't"

"You don't have to, San" Brittany said.

Brittany walked towards Santana and reached out for her.

"I don't wanna be just your best friend. I love you, Santana. I love you and I don't like this break. I didn't like it when we were in that un-official break up and I don't like it now," Brittany said, "Can we please go back to being us?"

Santana closed her eyes and took a deep breath. If this happened a few weeks earlier, she would probably be making love to Brittany right now. But it's happening right now which makes it a completely different story. She loves Brittany. She knows she will always Brittany, which is why she can't do this. There's so much to lose and she can't break. She won't.

"No," Santana said, her voice barely a whisper.

Santana's voice was softer than the wind but Brittany heard it loud and clear. Brittany felt her entire world collapsing in front of her. Santana doesn't want her anymore.

"But…but I love you. I love you, Santana," Brittany said.

Brittany took hold of Santana's hands and tried to meet the brunette's gaze.

"Please say you love me back..." Brittany begged, "Please? Santana… I love you. This…this is the part where you say 'I love you too, Britt'. Say it…please"

"Do you really?" Santana said weakly.

Brittany was taken aback by her words. Santana…didn't…didn't believe her?

"What…what do you mean? Of course I love you, San!"

"Right. Just like how you love Sam? Just like how you love Artie? You love me just like you love them, isn't that right?"

"What?! No—"

"So when you told me that you couldn't be with me because you loved Artie too, you were lying?!"

"No, I did love him…but I… It's not the same, Santana. The way I love you and the way I loved Sam and Artie. It's not the same," Brittany said, "It'll never be the same with anyone else"

"I don't know, Britt. Clearly you loved Sam enough to marry him,"

"It wasn't real… I thought…I thought the world was ending!"

"Exactly. You thought the world was ending and yet you chose to spend your last days married to guy you claim not to love the same way you love me," Santana said, "Well, he is one lucky guy if you chose to die with him"

"Santana, don't be like this" Brittany begged, "Why are you making this so hard for us?"

Santana sighed and lifted Brittany's chin to meet her gaze.

"You still don't get it, do you? I love you, Britt. I built my entire life around you. I have been ever since we were six. But you…you can move on. You can decide to pack up your bags and leave me. And you'll still find happiness,"

"But I already told you…"

"I know what you said. And I want to believe you, I do. But I've seen you with Artie. I've seen you with Sam. And you can be happy Britt. Someone else can make all those dreams come true for you. Marriage, kids, the house with bright red door and the white picket fence, the big backyard…all of it. Someone else can make that happen for you. Someone better than me," Santana said, "But me? I don't have that choice. So I can't do this, Britt. Not—"

"What do I need to do? Tell me what I need to do for us to be okay again and I'll do it…"

Santana held back more tears.

"Britt…"

Brittany closed her eyes and tried to shut her out. She wasn't gonna lose Santana. She can't. She doesn't know how to say it but she can't live without Santana too. She can, but she doesn't want to. Brittany opened her eyes, tears streaming down her face, leaned in and close the gap between them.

Brittany put her hands around Santana's waist and pulled the brunette closer to her. Santana was surprised by the sudden contact but eventually allowed it. She closed her eyes and melted in to the kiss. The tears had started falling now.

"Just this once" Santana thought

Santana palmed Brittany's breasts and heard the blonde moan in to her mouth. Brittany's hands played along Santana's skin, sending jolts of electricity across the Latina's body.

"Too many clothes," Brittany whispered.

She unzipped Santana's dress in one fluid motion and the brunette did the same to hers. Their lips locked once more as Brittany lifted Santana and walked towards the bed. Brittany pushed Santana back down, hovering over her. Brittany looked down at the girl underneath her. Brittany traced her features softly with her fingers. From her dark eyes, hazed with lust to her perky breasts falling out of black lingerie, down to her toned abs contracting beneath her touch. Brittany's fingers danced around Santana's inner thigh, teasing the brunette.

"Britt…"

Brittany leaned in and captured Santana's lips in to another kiss. It was sloppy and wet but they couldn't care less. They just needed to taste each other and feel one another. Brittany kissed every inch of her body until she reached her breasts. Santana propped herself up using her elbows and Brittany immediately took off her bra, throwing it across the room. Brittany immediately captured an erect nipple in her mouth and played with the other using her fingers. Santana threw her head back and closed her eyes shut.

"Fuck," Santana moaned.

Brittany continued her ministrations on Santana's breasts and moved her hands towards Santana's center. She slid one finger up and down the brunette's cloth covered slit and could feel her wetness soaking through.

"You're so wet, San" Brittany whispered to Santana.

Her other hand was still caressing one of Santana's nipples while the other made slow circular motions on the brunette's clit. Santana arched in to her touch, desperate for more friction. Brittany found her pulse point and began kissing her neck.

Brittany put aside Santana's underwear and inserted two fingers making Santana squirm. Brittany used her thumb to make circles on Santana's clit, her fingers still unmoving. Santana began rocking herself to try and get Brittany's fingers deeper.

"Fucking shit. Move your damn fingers, Britt" Santana hissed.

Brittany smirked and began pumping her fingers slowly in to Santana.

"Always so demanding, Sanny" Brittany said softly.

Santana clenched her fists, her body falling deeper in to the mattress as she lifted her center and spread her legs to give Brittany better access.

"Faster, Britt. Faster..." Santana moaned.

Brittany pumped her fingers faster feeling her own arousal grow stronger. Before she knew it, Santana stopped her, pulling Brittany on top of her.

"What the-?"

"Together, Britt," Santana breathed out.

Brittany nodded and quickly took off her underwear. She kissed Santana's sex before moving upwards and positioning herself. Santana had closed her eyes in anticipation as she tried to hold off her orgasm.

"Keep your eyes opened, San"

Santana opened her eyes as Brittany's center met hers. Both of them gasp at the sensation. Brittany began a slow rocking rhythm, which quickly hastened. Santana sat up and pulled Brittany in for a kiss. Their pace becomes erratic and rushed. Brittany feels the pit in her stomach explode and Santana quickly follows her over the edge.

They lay on top of each other for a while. Santana squirmed underneath her and Brittany lay down beside her. Santana faced the other way and Brittany put her arm around Santana. Brittany kissed Santana's neck and nuzzled in to her.

"I love you, Santana. I'll do whatever it takes to prove to you that there's no one else"

Santana felt tears form once again in her eyes. She closed her eyes and willed herself to sleep. After a while, she drifted off in to a deep slumber.

When Brittany woke up the next morning, she was naked and alone. She felt sore as soon as she sat up and she suddenly remember what transpired the night before. She and Santana made love. She smiled at the memory.

"San?" Brittany called out.

She stood up, covered in sheets, and saw that Santana's things were gone. Panic crept up her spine.

"She wouldn't leave…" Brittany muttered to herself.

She caught sight of a piece of paper on the side table. She sat down on the bed and opened it. Something fell on her lap. Brittany picked it up and immediately recognized it. It was Santana's bracelet. The same one she'd given the brunette nearly 5 years ago when they first made love. She looked at the paper again and read the words written on it.

GOODBYE, BRITT.

A/N: Hi. I love you all. R&R. please don't kill me.

Song: You're Still The One by Shania Twain

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