A/N: okay... so I really have to study but I guess I had to work on updating this story. I was honestly really afraid to read your reviews because I know the latest update wouldn't really have a good effect because of the bomb I dropped. One reader just gave up on me and this story, and I really feel sad, so I think I would just update. Anyways, for the future readers, reviewers, followers and etc... thank you. and for those who will stick with me and YHMAH, thank you and I'm sure I'll really make it up for you all.

Guest: Well, I was glad you like the story before the latest update. And I just really hoped you could have stayed until the end. As I've said, there are still a lot more surprises to come. Things could've changed the whole story or your perception of the story if you'd just let me finish writing this. anyways, I respect your decision and thank you for your time :)

On with the story...

CHAPTER 14

Santana was relaxing near the man-made lagoon located at one side of the wide backyard, humming a quiet tune. The lagoon was full of color fish and a couple of ducks. She would momentarily giggle every time she throws a piece of bread on the water and those fish would wrestle with one another, not too long after, the ducks would join them to get a piece of the thrown bread.

She was thinking of writing again just to pass her time. Does Brittany even know that she writes? Probably yes. The blonde loves to read, just any kind of book actually. The brunette was tempted to have a peek inside the other woman's room, though she guessed that her room was tiny, clean and well-organized, just like before when she still used to enter the blonde's room when they were young.

The brunette didn't really know what would happen next. She only needed a single kiss from the blonde to totally wake her sleeping feelings for her. She still does love her, she could feel it. She never actually stopped. For how long she had tried, stayed away and not being able to see the blonde for a very long time and how she managed to do it, that she doesn't know how. She got so upset at her, and anger and disappointment momentarily overpowered and clouded her mind and her love she felt for the architect. And for a very long time, she only convinced herself and kept herself believing that she had forgotten about her but she was wrong.

But she felt like the past that happened ten years ago isn't over yet because Roxy was still there in the picture. What does this woman got to do with hers? What is she to Brittany? Well, the blonde won't agree in getting married to her if she knows she's going to hurt someone. Another thing is that they've agreed and understood each other when they said that they would start anew. But what's all this? The Latina doesn't really know.

She stopped walking, as well as her thoughts, when she heard her cell phone ring. She smiled when she saw the name of the person calling her on the caller ID.

"Hi, babe," Brittany immediately said on the other end of the line the moment she picked up. They were so sweet with each other earlier this morning that it seemed like nothing bad and bitter happened to them in their past. That it seemed like they weren't separated for ten long years. All of that because of just one single kiss that they shared the other day.

They even helped each other in cooking their dinner when they got home the other day and then went to their separate rooms afterwards. And earlier that morning, the blonde waited for her to wake up. She was so sweet that she even served her coffee and made her sandwich, and of course a kiss before she left for work.

"Oh, hi! Wasn't it like just an hour ago when you called me?" she said to the blonde.

"Aren't you bored there? I should have just brought you here with me or well, you should have went to the mall, San."

"Oh, no, Britt. Don't worry. I'm not really bored. Someone beautiful and charming dropped by here and had a chat with me."

"Who? Wait, you went out?" The brunette could imagine the crease on the the architect's forehead as she furrows her brows.

"No, Brittany. Jaimey dropped by. She brought something in your room. Well, I should say, she really is still charming."

The Latina heard the blonde letting out a frustrated groan. "So, JP was there." She heard JP's grunt on the background at the end of the line. In that case, the younger Pierce was actually there in the architect's office. The younger blonde was shocked to see her there in the Brittany's house. It was pretty awkward in the beginning, but when they started talking and laughing at things, it felt better and everything was okay.

"Santana, Brittany's killing me, help!" the younger blonde said on the background. She was happy to know that the relationship between the two was now okay, not like before that the rivalry between the two of them was really obvious. What happened that helped to fix their relationship? Well, whatever it may be, she was glad to have them like this.

"Britt-Britt, stop that. Even if you'll break your sister's face or whatever, she would still look better than you," she said, playing along with their game. And that was me, telling a total lie... Brittany actually was the most gorgeous being she had ever seen her entire life. "And we both know that you never really liked violence and now, neither do I. So stop hitting your sister if you really are hitting her." So, she was expecting that the next time she would see Jaimey, the younger blonde would have this serious expression and furrowed brows on her face because well, she was a lawyer. The writer thought that lawyers were stiff and overbearing. JP was the exact opposite though. The young blonde loved to joke around and laugh. She couldn't really help but think that the woman chose the wrong profession.

"See?" JP said.

The older blonde groaned in protest. "You better be prepared when I get home, Santana," she warned her playfully. "Uhm, anyways... babe, JP and I are going out. She keeps on insisting that I should go and she won't shut up about it. Do you want to come with? I could come and pick you up."

"No, I'm totally okay here. Both of you should just enjoy your time together, Britt." The brunette may admit it or not, she feels really giddy because of what Brittany does. She could feel those butterflies fluttering inside her again. It really felt good that the blonde was informing her every time she has to go somewhere or do something. "So, you women enjoy yourselves but don't drink too much. You still have to drive your way back home. You heard me, Britt?" she reminded the architect. She slightly shook her own head to herself when she realized that she sounded like an understanding wife.

"Yes, I heard you. Loud and clear, baby. Anyways, I'll see you later, yeah? And, Santana...?"

The brunette just hummed in response.

"I love you," the blonde said.

Santana froze. Does she have to say those three words back just like what her heart tells her?

But then she decided against it and instead she said, "O-okay. I'll see you later, Britt."

As she ended the call and put her cell phone back in her pocket, she saw a car parking outside, in front of the house. She stood still on the place where she's at, waiting for the person inside the car to come out. It was Roxy who came out from the vehicle. She prepared herself for the mess and riot this woman would bring - the brunette felt like it was what she brought with her today.

"Can we talk?" the redhead immediately said when she saw the brunette.

"Sure," the Latina said and gestured for her to come in.

"Why did you come back, Santana? Why did you come back and ruin everything again?" she asked her the moment they were inside.

"Excuse me?" the brunette asked in return, clearly confused about what the other woman was pertaining to.

"You should stayed where you came from! You should have just stayed there, non-existent in our lives just like what you did all throughout these past years! You're just distrubing me and Brittany. And you really have the nerve, you even chose to stay here in her house!" the other woman accused her.

"Why does it even matter if Brittany chose to let me stay here? What does it even have to do with you?"

"Stop it! Stop what it is you're doing to Brittany, whatever it is. Stay away from her. She's mine, bitch!"

Okay, that's it. No more mister nice guy. No more goody sanny. Let's bring back the Snixx.

"Oh, really now? Then, well... hmm. Let's see. Now when you look at it really, Roxy, if she's really yours like you claim that she is... then why is Brittany marrying me and not you? Oh, wait. You don't have to answer that, I know why. Because she's not yours. Jeez! I've been away and gone for a very long time. I was, in fact, gone for ten long years, Roxy. And what, after all those years of being away from you and up 'til now, Britt hasn't still took notice of you? You've got to be fucking kidding me! Well, you were a self-proclaimed Queen Bee... and now, you still are. but let's add a little something more suitable. Let's say, you are a well-known and world-proclaimed Queen Bee-atch." she spat and chuckled insultingly. "Oh, poor you... bitch." She was Santana Marie Lopez and she was - no, scratch that...- IS still a bitch if she wanted to.

"You must have forgotten, Lopez. Brittany broke up with you because of me. I replaced you. Brittany replaced you with me!" the redhead said, sending her a mocking grin.

"So?" the brunette retorted as she raised her eyebrow at her. "You see, the important thing is, Brittany would always fall back to me. She would always end up with me, and we both know it's true. The last laugh is still mine, Roxy. Brittany was mine and she would always be mine. She was never ever yours." She wouldn't let this woman see right through her. She couldn't let her see that she was actually affected by what the other woman said. Brittany broke her heart after all because of this bitch. And the truth really hurt. But she would never give the satisfaction to this woman by letting her see that she was hurt.

"You infamous fucking bitch!" Hazel green eyes glared at her, shooting daggers her way. The redhead moved, raising her hand and was about to slap her hard across the face but she was faster. Tan hands gripped the other woman's, stopping her from what she was about to do.

"Don't you dare to fucking try me, Roxy. You already got a taste of how it feels like to have my little friend, Snixx, go your way. You know what I can do to you, bitch. And just a heads up, I'm not afraid to do it again, especially to you," the Latina said in a dangrously low voice, gripping the woman's hand tighter. She was seething with rage, fuming with all of the anger she felt. Flaming brown eyes stared directly to shaking hazel green ones, glaring and never backing down.

Roxy removed her hand from the tight grip and turn away towards her car. She was walking back but then she stopped for a moment, looked back to the brunette and said, "Stay away from Brittany, Santana. I'm warning you, you'll just get your pretty little heart crushed again!" she shouted before turning back again, walking and getting in her car.

When the other woman was already gone, she went inside and headed towards her room. She was still shaking with anger. She needed someone to talk to. Tears were now starting to fall. She didn't know why she was crying. Maybe it was out of anger or from the hurt she felt because of what Roxy had said that affected her this much. She decided to dial her best friend's number.

"Oh, hi, Santana, what's up?" Rachel immediately said when she picked up the call.

"Rach..."

"Hey... what's with your voice? Oh my god! Are you crying? Don't tell me you're crying. Santana, what happened? What's wrong?" the other brunette frantically asked.

"N-no. I, uh, I just m-missed you," the Latina said, trying to cover up her sobs.

"Aww. Oh, stop it, will you? I'm your best friend and I surely know if something's wrong or not. So, come one, sweetie. Tell me all about it. Is it Brittany?"

"Rach..." she said, not holding back her sobs anymore the moment she heard the blonde's name.

"Hey you. Will you please stop cying over there? Like, come on, Sanny. Tell me. If you're here with me right now, or well, if I'm there with you right now, I would have toatally tried to tweak your hair to bring you abck to your senses and so you could start to talk to me properly. But well, since we're best friends, I can't really do that because I know it would hurt and I love you, plus you love me too. and oh, Quinn would totally get mad. Anyways, tell me. Please?"

The Latina had to laugh at her best friend's rant. She really was Rachel Berry.

"Oh! We could totally go to skype and you tell me all about it, Santana Lopez. Don't you dare keep it from me," her best friend said.

Santana opened her laptop, placed it on the bed, facing her and logged in to skype. Rachel was fun to talk to despite of the long rants and all that. She was pretty smart for a talkative hobbit. I know, I know. I shouldn't call her that 'cause she's my best friend and I love her. As a best friend, that is. Anyways, Rachel was really good to talk to, she was her best friend after all. Even if she would just blurt out a lot of things, those things are pretty much full of sense and just not like those senseless crap. Sometimes, the other brunette would even serve as her reference with the articles or things she's writing. She was really glad to have one Rachel Berry in her life. That's one thing that she didn't regret when she went home to Puerto Rico.

A/N: so there you have it. and oh, about the questions regarding to Britt having a kid... with Roxy, I couldn't really spill the beans just yet. but just to clear things up, no, Brittany didn't cheat on Santana when they were together 10 years ago. anyways, thank you for reading the chapter. 'til next time! :)