- Brittany POV -

"San, y-you're mistaken. I-it's not how you think it is." I exclaim upon seeing her by the door.

"Lopez-" Laura chimes in but gets cut off.

"Leave." Santana mutters in the most calm and stern way possible.

"Look-"

"Fucking. Leave. Now. While I still have the self control not to go all fucking hunger games on you!" The brunette closes her eyes and grits through her teeth.

I look at Laura and see her extremely scared as she complies in an instant, slowly walking out of the apartment but not before taking a glance back at Santana, who just glares hard at her.

It took us a complete minute after Laura left and closed the door that we spoke.

"B-Baby, it's not what you think-"

"What I think?! How about you fucking explain to me why that creep kissed you!" Santana screams as she approaches me in front of the couch and throws the flowers and chocolates on the coffee table.

"I-I don't know! She just d-did. I s-slapped her after." Words are clouding in my mind, just scrambling to get a word out is a struggle. "I hitched a ride with her and-"

"What?! Why would you- Why didn't you just call me instead?!"

"M-my phone went dead and t-the rain was so strong. I thought you'd be here when I came home. S-so I hurried and just accepted her offer to drop me off."

"And you fucking expect me to believe that?!" Santana angrily exclaims.

"B-baby, calm d-down. Please." I almost whisper.

"No, I am not going to calm down! You fucking lied to me, Britt! You told me there was nothing going on between you and Castle then I see her in your apartment, in the middle of your living room laying one on you and half-naked!"

"T-There's nothing going on b-between us. I-I'm telling you the truth!"

"Then answer me. Why is she even here, huh?" Santana challenges me with her tone.

"I.. I-I offered her coffee to go as a sort of thank y-you when she came up because I forgot m-my books in her car then gave her a dry shirt to change into because she was shaking like crazy from shivering. That's all there is to it, San. I-I swear!"

"Bullshit! And you're the one telling me that I'm being unfair?!"

"I'm not l-lying!"

"Yeah? Well, I don't fucking believe that, either." Santana tells me with so much disdain.

We stare at each other for a few seconds until she turns her back on me. Both of our hearts are beating so fast from a lot of emotions. Santana still hasn't calm down and she's facing the front door with her back towards me. I place a hand in front of my face for a second and think. What did I get myself into?

Santana faces me again after a moment with her hands resting on her waist. She's glaring at me with glassy eyes and I can see that she's breathing really hard. Santana's thinking, I know it. She's thinking of the right words to say to me. The brunette looks at the floor for a moment then back at me, still maintaining her stance. I fear for the worst.

"B-Britt, I- I-I can't do this anymore." Santana tells me so softly that it barely broke our silence.

"S-San.." I slowly approach her.

"I-I can't deal with this anymore."

"N-no! Please. Please d-don't say that." I say, the break in my voice apparent.

"You know what's funny?" She sarcastically chuckles. "I came here to fix things with you. That maybe we could talk things over then forget all the bad stuff that happened so we could move forward."

Her words stung me hard. If only I had thanked and sent Laura away after she returned my books then this wouldn't have happened. If only I didn't let her in my apartment and offered her coffee then this wouldn't have happened. If only I hadn't. If only I waited for Santana.

"B-baby, no.. P-please don't do this. It's all just a b-big misunderstanding." I begged and try to touch her. Tears are pooling at the back of my eyes and I'm trying hard not to cry.

"I-I'm sorry. I c-can't do this." Santana mutters and does something that broke my heart even more.

Santana took off the diamond pendant I gave to her. She grabs my right hand and places it on my palm then closes my knuckles.

No.. No.. No..

The brunette is trying hard not to cry right now, I can see it as she's staring right through me. She takes a step back and proceeds to walk away from me while I stood here, gaping at what just occurred.

I watched her as she walked out and it felt as if I'm letting her walk out of my life. I look at the pendant in my hand and I suddenly feel like I'm about to have a panic attack. The tears I'd been trying hard to contain a while ago are now streaming on my face. The mixed feelings of anger, sadness, and a lot in between have all come to a head. The tension and frustration in our relationship for the past few weeks has come to a close and I let her end it.

I can't do that. I won't let her. I'm gonna fight for her.

I wipe away the tears and shove the pendant in my pocket then proceed to run out of my apartment to try and catch up with her. I even forgot to shut the door behind me. I ran as fast as I could to the elevator only to see that it would take a little while for it to come back up, so I say to hell with it and take the stairs instead. I send a quick thanks to my parents for giving me long legs because I basically skipped every other step in record time, only almost tripping once or twice before I got to the lobby and see Santana missing from sight.

I walk a little and see a group of drenched college girls entering the building. They must have sensed my dilemma or I probably look like someone from American Horror Story since they're all looking at me funny. It took me a while to actually notice what they meant. It was only when they mumbled something that I didn't understand and see them pointing outside that I got it. I replied with a barely audible "Thanks" and run outside.

I didn't mind the still heavy rain as soon as I exited my building. I looked at my left first and see no one. When I turned my attention to my right, I saw a figure moving. I walk towards the direction and squint my eyes to see Santana's familiar Audi from afar. I hastily move and try to catch up with the figure who's moving towards it. When I got close enough, I see a drenched Santana having a hard time with her keys and in opening the door to her car because of the rain. I thought that this was a sign from the Relationship Gods.

I walk towards Santana and spin her around as soon as I reach her. I notice the shock on her face but the look in her eyes instantly softens as soon as she registered that it's me. I didn't have a plan nor did I make up some words as I went charging towards her awhile ago.

So, I just kissed her. Under the rain.

As cliché as it sounds, I did. I hold her tight by the waist with one arm and cup her face with my other hand as I hold her close to me and deepen the kiss. At first, she tried to push me away but eventually stopped when she knew that she's helpless against me. In every way there is.

When we pulled apart after a moment, I see that she's looking at me with the saddest eyes I've ever seen. I hurt Santana. I hurt her so bad that I don't know if I'll ever be able to fix things between us.

"D-don't leave me, San. You're the l-love of my life. I don't know what I'd do without you!" I plead and she only stares at me with those sad eyes.

"Britt, you have to go back, you'll get sick!" Santana shouts and I was only barely able to catch it with the rain making it hard for us to hear each other.

"I'm sorry! For what happened and for everything! It was on me, I never should have let her in! I never should have focused on studying so much at the risk of losing you! Please forgive me!" I shout and barely heard myself as I begged her again.

It got me worried when she didn't bulge nor reacted. So, in a fit of desperation, I grabbed both of her hands and kneeled on both knees.

I kneeled in front of her. Under the freaking rain.

I'm looking at her and she's too shocked to probably register what's happening right now but I've never seen her eyes so wide and her mouth wide open like this. I didn't mind that I was in shorts and my knees would probably get a few bruises later or be absolutely sore. I don't care about anything but Santana right now.

"Britt, stand up!"

I shake my head. "I won't until you forgive me!"

"Britt, please!" I sense the hoarseness in her voice.

"I love you, Santana! I'll do a-anything and everything you want just d-don't leave me. You m-mean everything to me. I can't l-lose you! Please!"

We stayed like that for a few more seconds just looking back at each other. And only when she held me on both shoulders and motion for me to stand up that I finally obliged.

"S-Santana, p-please don't go! Just give me another chance!" I tell her as loud as I can just so she can hear how desperate and serious I am.

Santana looked down and stayed silent. She's thinking again. I've never been more anxious in my life for someone to forgive me.

"I.. I-I need to think, Britt. I n-need some time and space to think things over between us. Please. J-Just give me this one."

Her words hit me like a stone. But it's not a no, at least. It gave me the hope that she'd relent and we could have another chance. I'm hoping. Terribly hoping. I sigh deeply and bite my lip. I look into her eyes once again as I feel my eyes stinging, maybe from crying too much in this rain. The rain is doing a good job in disguising both of our tears but it can't hide the emotions between us. A bunch of incoherent words struck my thoughts, unsure of how to reply.

I settled on giving her a soft smile and nodding because she deserves it. I'm giving Santana what she wants because that's the best thing to do. That's what she would do were the roles have been reversed. Because Santana's like that. Maybe this is what we need. Time and space. The brunette gives me a sympathetic smile and I can tell she's crying but the rain is covering her tears. She turns her back towards me as she opens the door to her car and gets in shortly after. I can feel that Santana gave one last look. A hopeful look.

I watched as Santana drove away from me. I'm still standing on the pavement as I followed her car with my eyes until I could no longer see it. I walk back to my building hugging myself.

As soon as I entered my apartment again, I hurriedly discarded my wet clothes and settled on a long, hot shower. When I finished, I pulled out Santana's favorite oversized Harvard hoodie from my closet and wore it. I fished the pendant out of my drenched shorts and stared at it for a minute before I decided to wear it. I got into my bed and instantly felt extremely heavy, emotionally and physically, from tonight's events.

I cried my heart out as I hold Santana's favorite pillow in my bed. I fell asleep shortly after with Santana's scent as the last thing that registered in my mind.

- Santana POV -

Brittany and I haven't talked to each other for a few days now since that night. And it's killing me.

We try to be civil with each other but she kept her word about maintaining a little distance from me and being patient about giving me time to think things through. She's respecting my decision and has been nothing but patient. I know it's taking her all she has to give me what I want and that alone is making me reconsider things between us.

Thankfully, our friends aren't being invasive of our privacy or even asked about what happened. They just do the occasional smile but the looks they're giving each other isn't exactly that subtle. Quinn and Rachel are doing the same as well. Whenever I'm with them, they never make it seem that they're interested in knowing what's happening even if I know deep inside that the curiosity is killing them.

I haven't seen Laura Fucking Castle since that night. Bitch better hide because my homicidal tendencies reaches full potential when she's around. And with what just happened? Oh boy. I might just turn into a serial killer when I see her again.

It's a Sunday. I just finished with my afternoon swim in the Olympic-sized pool back at campus and now walking towards my apartment. As soon as I open my door, I instantly feel that something is amiss. I quietly shut the door behind me and look around a little.

The pillows on my couch have been organized. The dishes on my sink aren't there anymore. I think I even see food on my dining table. The whole apartment looks amazingly clean. It even smells like vanilla too.

I settle my sports bag on the kitchen counter then inspect my place from the kitchen. Someone's definitely inside my apartment. I grab a half-full tequila bottle as a form of self defense from the open cupboard under the counter and proceed to quietly walk towards the hall to my room. I hold the bottle to my shoulder and prepare myself to swing it anytime it's needed. I decide to check Quinn's former room first. So, I kick the door with my foot and look around to see no one inside.

"Selena, what the hell are you doing? You look like an idiot from here."

I jump upon hearing a familiar voice coming from the living room. I turn to face the mystery person and see Grams, in a black ruffled dress looking as elegant as ever, with both hands resting on her waist and raising an eyebrow at me.

"Grams! You scared me!" I shout and relax my shoulders upon seeing her. I fix my tank top and denim shorts since I know how she is with clothes and everything. I proceed to walk over towards her as I place the bottle on the counter.

"Ah.. In my time they would say, "Sorry, I didn't mean to." But in your generation they would go with "No shit, Sherlock."

I disregard her statement and blink a couple of times. "How did you get in? Why are you here? And where did you come from?" I ramble.

Grams sighs. "You ask more questions than an audience who just finished watching Inception." She mutters nonchalantly and sits by the dining table. She motions for me to sit as well, as if she owns the place.

"One, I stole your key from last Christmas and had it copied. Two, I thought that visiting you would be more interesting that going over to my own grandchild's place but I'll go there later too, doncha worry." Grams winks at me.

"I came from your veranda. I've been watching you since you came in, hoping you'd do something stupid. I hit the jackpot and even recorded it in my phone. Brianna taught me how. She even hooked me up on Monogram for my travels." Grams grins widely and excitedly shows me her phone with her profile picture scrawled at the screen.

"It's Instagram, Grams. Monogram is a brand for appliances."

"Oh. That must be why some kid looked at me funnily the other day and told me 'Why are you posting it on your fridge?' when I told him it's for my Monogram. Stupid kid." Grams shrugs.

I sigh at the silliness of all this but can't help but chuckle inwardly since I missed her antics and well, I missed Grams but don't tell her that.

"So, you came to visit Brittany and I. That's it?"

"And the two lovebirds who just moved in together." Grams takes a sip of her coffee first. "Actually, I'm just passing by. I have to go to this wretched conference thing for business in Boston tomorrow morning. So, I decided to take an earlier flight from Chicago to see you girls. I went directly here upon arriving an hour ago. You see, I've missed you dear." She mutters with the last part intended to be some kind of a joke or something.

"By all means, sit down. I bought croissants and muffins for us." Grams motions for me to the seat in front of her. In my own damn home.

I sit as she grabs a croissant and muffin then sets it on the plate in front of me.

"I was actually expecting that you and my granddaughter were shacked up by now. I was even hoping that the both of you weren't getting it on when I opened the door. I mean, Naked Sundays are the best, you know." Grams laughs at her own statement and I dumbly look at her as I take a bite of my muffin. "But to my surprise, no one's home and it's so filthy that I had to go out to your veranda to take a breath."

"So, you cleaned my apartment?" My eyes widen at the prospect that this woman who looks similarly and could easily pass off as Meryl Streep, would be cleaning my place.

Grams only stared at me then laughed heartily. Like, not the type that you'll be offended that she's laughing at your face but the you-said-something-so-ridiculous-I-just-had-to-laugh type. "Dear, I've never even cleaned my own room my entire life. I'm no Mary Poppins but you could keep the dream alive. I called the cleaning services for a rush job. The bill's on you though. Just kidding!" Grams exclaims and laughs again. I sigh and resorted to eating my muffin again until she stopped laughing.

"So, where is my granddaughter? Shouldn't she be here right now or something since there's no class?"

I pause while in the process of biting my croissant. There's no sense in denying anything so might as well come clean. "I-it's kind of complicated."

Grams raises an eyebrow at me. "Did you girls break up or something?"

"Something." I say and relax in my seat. "You can call it a rough patch."

Grams only stares at me and doesn't say anything as we eat for awhile. Brittany clouds my thoughts again and I'm trying hard not to think of her that much after what happened. But of course, that's unbelievably impossible to do. Maybe it was anger or something else but I can't help but think that I somehow overreacted with everything.

"So, who's the bitch?" Grams quips nonchalantly.

I almost choke on my food and cough a little as I look back at her with surprise. "How'd you-"

"Come on, Santana. I've lived for more than half a decade. I've seen a lot of those looks you're giving me from people I've known over the years." Grams smirks.

I squint my eyes at her. "Wait, how old are you aga-"

"Spill it!" Grams exclaims.

"Okay, okay!" I reply and proceed to give her the basic rundown and summary of what happened between Brittany and I for the last month or so. After a few minutes of explaining to her everything and some mundane comments and questions that I answered, I've finally finished telling her the story. Like fifteen minutes later than when I was supposed to.

"So, this girl that we're talking about is head over heels for Brittany and has been relentlessly pursuing her for some time now. Then you caught the girl kissing my grandchild in all her half-naked glory at Brittany's apartment?" Grams asks, squinting her eyes at me. I nod in response. "Well, isn't my granddaughter such a hot commodity." The woman muses.

I roll my eyes. "You aren't supposed to be amused, Grams."

"I'm not." Grams tells me with a wink. "So, wait.." She thinks for a moment. "This Laura Fucking Castle that you're saying came from Yale Law, right?" I nod again.

"And this is the same Castle who came from the Weasley family of lawyers?"

My ears perk up and I look at Grams curiously. "Yeah, actually. But I never told you she's a redhead. How'd yo-"

Grams laughs. "Oh, dear. You don't have to tell me. I know the Castles."

I raise an eyebrow and shift in my chair a little. "Wait. How?"

"Let's just say that being such a famous and glamorous socialite like me has its perks in the gossip mill back in New York." She smugly declares.

"You know, sometimes I wonder how you're related to someone who's as humble and sweet as Brittany, Grams." I jest with a smirk and it's her turn to roll her eyes at me now.

"So, care to tell me what you know? Like why Gingervitas transferred to Harvard and spread her evilness upon the people of Cambridge by basically bringing Hell with her here?" I add nonchalantly.

Grams smirks then laughs again. Seriously, this woman doesn't run out of things to laugh and mock about. "Ron Weasley didn't just transfer, Selena."

My face scrunched in confusion and I squint my eyes at her. "What do you mean?"

Grams smirks even wider. "You know, coffee really is too mainstream for an afternoon snack." She puts her coffee cup back on the table. "Now, where did you put the tequila?"

"But it's only three in the afternoon."

"Dear, if you're old and as loaded as me, you can drink whenever you damn well like. Now go get it and grab some glasses for us while you're at it." She exclaims and I obliged to her demand. The not-so-old woman pours us both a drink and we take it almost instantly before she turns her attention back at me.

"Now, better get comfortable in your seat because shit's about to get real. Or whatever it is that you kids say nowadays." Grams smirks and I excitedly do as she says.

"Oh, and I'm staying over for the night. My luggages are in the other room. I even had them change the sheets with one of mine. Hope you don't mind." Grams grins as she pours us another round of tequila.

All will be well and revealed soon. Comeuppance is coming for the bitch.