Sorry for taking longer than normal to update, gotta give my social life some attention too every once in a while:p anyway, most of you probably won't like a certain person in this chapter, but that part of the story needed some closure too so I had to write it. Promise next update will be soon:) 2/3 chapters left on this story!

Oh and also, keep believing in Brittana on the show, they'll find a way to each other again. Endgame remember ;)

Santana POV

''What the hell are you doing here?''

Sam's eyes widened when he saw that I was the one opening the door. I think he expected it to be Brittany, because as soon as the words left my mouth he took a tiny step back.

''Santana.. I uhm.. good to see you're doing okay again.'' He stuttered while scanning the surface behind me.

I took a step forward and closed the door so it was just a tiny bit opened, but just enough to tell him to get the fuck out of here.

''I don't care what you have to say, I don't even care why you're back in town, but if you take on more step forward I swear to god I will break the first thing that comes in reach.''

I felt my blood boil inside of my body and the surprised smirk on Sam's face only threw oil on the fire. I was getting dizzy just from the anger. The anger of Brittany's ex standing in front of our apartment on Christmas eve, the same ex that caused her so much pain, the same ex that scarred her heart for life. I know I have to find a way to calm myself down before I launch myself at him and my blood pressure gets too high.

''I know it's weird and I understand if you feel threatened by me being here, but I just want to talk to Brittany for a minute.'' He said this time with more determination.

I laughed sarcastically and crossed my arms back over my chest. ''You think I feel threatened by you? Please, you have no idea what I've been through the last couple of weeks, I can handle you and your giant face. And if you think Brittany even wants to see you, you must be more stupid than you look.''

''Why is everyone so violent against me, Quinn too, I just want to apologize to Brittany and move on with my life.''

Quinn knows he's here? Well I guess I'm going to have a word with her for not telling me Sam is back.

''Geez, I wonder why we're not falling in your arms and kissing the ground underneath your feet.'' I said sarcastically while tapping my wise finger against my chin. ''Oh wait I know, maybe because you were an asshole to my girlfriend.''

''Okay this is pointless..'' He sighed. ''I just want to talk to Brittany and I'll be on my way again.''

''What do you want from her?''

''I already said that.''

''I'll pass the message on, goodbye.'' I said with a slightly shaky voice from the anger. Or maybe it was more actual fear, but I wouldn't admit that.

His foot stepped between the door and prevented me from closing it. When I was about to push my whole weight into the door to close it anyway, I saw Emily coming around the corner.

''Hey Brittany asked me to come check if ev..'' She began but stopped talking when she saw what was happening.

''Everything.. is… f-fuck.. .fine!'' I puffed out while pushing against the door.

''Emily is that you?'' Sam shouted from behind the door.

Emily stiffened in her place before I saw an anger rise within her that looked a lot like me when I was about to go all Lima Heights. She walked towards me and the door, so calmly that it was even more scary. She gently pushed me aside and immediately the door flew open with an out of breath Sam.

''Isn't that our long lost brother.'' Emily smiled sarcastically.

''Hey Em! I remember you always called me that. Never understood why though.'' Sam chuckled lightly.

''Yeah I remember everything too.'' She said and without any warning she swung her leg up and hit Sam perfectly in his crotch. He let out a loud yell while he grabbed his crotch with both hands and stumbled back a little.

''What was that for.'' He breathed out still with pain written on his face.

''That's for messing with my sister you asshole.''

I was witnessing the whole thing in shock. This girl can't possibly be related to Brittany who is against violence at all times. She must have been swapped in the hospital or something or at least be my half-sister. Even though she's blonde and has blue eyes. I couldn't say I didn't enjoy this though.

''I'm beginning to like you.'' I smirked and high fived Brittany's sister.

''What's going on here?'' Brittany's voice came closer and I immediately felt myself panicking. Shit.

She came around the corner of the kitchen and I noticed she was wearing her apron again. People always look weird in those things if you ask me and not sexy at all. That's why my mind wondered off a little when I noticed how cute and sexy she looks in that. I wonder how she would look in an apron without that dress underneath it..

''Britt..'' Sam breathed out and shook me out of my thoughts.

Brittany's eyes widened and her hand came up to cover her open mouth. She looked back between me and Sam while Emily silently tip toed back to the living room. I was standing with my back towards Sam, my eyes scanning Brittany's face for any signs. I didn't know what I was searching for. Signs of her being happy to see him? Maybe signs that she just wanted him gone so I could kick the door in his face now. I didn't see any of that, her expression was blank. I wanted to take a step towards her but I felt myself freeze up in my spot, completely unsure of what to do. Suddenly she shook her head and I saw a hint of anger, but most of all concern spreading on her face. She seemed to snap out of her shock and took a big step towards me instead of Sam while placing her hands softly on my shoulders.

''Are you okay? Did he hurt you?'' She said while looking at me like I just got hit by a car or something. I was still breathing heavily from the little fight with the door, I guess my stamina still sucks. Her right hand cupped my cheek and she brushed her thumb up and down like a light feather. With every stroke I felt myself calming down and the anger floating out of my body. When I was about to answer that I was okay, she turned to Sam with an angry glare. ''How dare you showing up now and make Santana so heated. You're lucky she's okay, because I swear I would…''

''Britt I'm fine..'' I said and grabbed her wrist to pull her back towards me and away from Sam. ''It's okay, calm down baby.''

As much as I like to see Brittany talking to Sam like that, I know she would probably regret it later. Not because it's Sam, but because she doesn't like it to be mean to people. I don't want to be the cause of her getting herself so worked up.

I swung my arm around her waist and placed a grateful kiss to her cheek. She looked at me to probably see if I was telling the truth, before she let out a long breath of air and seemed to relax with my touch.

Sam coughed awkwardly while he was obviously a little taken back by Brittany's strong protective side over me. Maybe he was at least expecting her to be more happy to see him.

''I didn't mean to cause any trouble, I'm just here to –''

''To what Sam?'' Brittany snapped. I tightened my hold on her waist when I saw Sam staring at my arm around her. That's right, she's mine.

''Can we talk privately? I understand if you don't want to, I mean I didn't exactly give you a reason to still wanting to talk to me.. but I owe it to you. To us.''

''There is no us anymore Sam, I'm with Santana now. This ''us'' that you are talking about left when you did, just like everything that I felt for you, a long time ago.''

I smiled proudly at Brittany and couldn't help but throw Sam a little victory glare.

''I know, but just please let me explain why I left.. ''

I know that Brittany really struggled and thought about many scenarios why Sam had left without telling her or saying goodbye. Not even a text message or a tweet in the time that he was gone either. As much as I want Sam to leave, I know it's not fair to Brittany if she doesn't talk to him because of me. I know she wants to know the reason. I tried my best to sound sincere and keep the anger out of my voice.

''Maybe you should talk to him Britt..'' I said softly.

''Thank you Santana.''

''Oh shut up trouty mouth, I'm not saying this for you. I wouldn't mind if you got hit by a bus or something, hell I would even drive that bus if I could, even though those airbags you got there on your face would probably bounce the bus away. But Britt deserves the truth, since you were too much of a coward to tell her back then.''

''Okay you made your point.'' He sighed while rolling his eyes.

Brittany ignored him and turned to me. ''Are you sure you're okay with this? Because I don't have to talk to him.''

I threw my other arm around her waist to and pulled her flush against me. I noticed Sam turning his gaze away from us before I directed my full attention towards Brittany.

''Yes you do.. don't worry I understand.'' I said and brushed a string of her hair behind her ear. ''I'll be just around the corner if you want me to kick his ass okay?''

A small smile lingered on her lips, which were pressing against mine for a soft kiss right after I noticed it. I unwrapped my arms from around her waist and took a step towards Sam who looked a little relieved.

''If you do or say anything that upsets her, I will make your life a living hell. Are we clear?'' I said barely audible so Brittany wouldn't hear it. Sam just nodded, but I could see he understood that I was serious. ''Oh and one last thing..'' I barely whispered. ''Make no mistake, she's mine.''

I stepped back to turn towards Brittany and rubbed my hand over her arm before walking back into the kitchen, leaving her and Sam alone in the hallway. I know I don't have to worry about it, but still I couldn't shake the feeling away that I should've kicked him out when I got the chance.

Brittany POV

Mixed emotions were messing with my head. On one side I was happy to see Sam again, not because I missed him, but because I could finally ask the reason why he left so abruptly with no warning or whatsoever. On the other side I was boiling inside. I could see that Santana was upset about Sam being here and that she only stayed calm for me. I don't know why Sam has a look on his face like he just got kicked in the balls, maybe he wasn't expecting this kind of welcome from me either.

''Let's not do this here.'' I sighed and motioned towards the hallway outside our apartment. He nodded and took a few steps back so I could step out and close the door behind me.

''Thank you for giving me the chance to talk to you..''

''Why are you doing this now Sam? Our families are here, it's Christmas Eve, Santana is still struggling with her health and I really don't have anything to say to you..''

''I wanted to do this sooner, but Quinn kicked me out of the hospital when I wanted to talk to you a few weeks ago.''

''You were at the hospital?'' I frowned.

''Yeah..'' He mumbled. ''I heard about Santana's accident and I knew that she's your best friend a-''

''Girlfriend. She's my girlfriend.''

''I didn't know that then Brittany. So, when I heard it, I wanted to make sure if you were okay.''

''You didn't care about that when you left me.'' I mumbled.

''I had no choice Britt.. My parents were in huge debts because my dad lost a few poker games. Well, he actually lost all of our money because of poker. We couldn't afford to live here anymore. We had to move to some crappy hotel on the other side of the state and I had to drop out of school to get a full time job to help and support my family.''

I had many scenarios in my head why Sam left, but I've never thought about anything like that. And even though I hate it, I felt kind of bad for him.

''I'm sorry..''

''Me too.. I'm fine now though. I got a degree to get into college and my dad got it back together so my parents are back in a normal house since a year ago.'''

''That's great Sam, but I just don't understand why you didn't just tell me this back then? Why did you had to leave? I thought you loved me.'' I said softly and tried not to think about how I felt so heart broken.

''I did love you, I was just so ashamed about it. I didn't want you to be with some kind of loser, you deserved better than that. That doesn't mean it was easy for me.. I still regret that choice every day. The whole forgetting about you thing isn't working out for me too well anymore..''

''I deserved the truth. Do you know how long it took me to trust in love again?'' I let myself lean against the wall which in some sort of weird way gave me more courage to continue this conversation. ''It's best if you keep forgetting about me, because we will never get back together again.''

''I know, I should've handled it better I know that now. But you're happy right? With Santana?''

Only Santana's name already lightened the weight on my heart that I suddenly felt. I nodded slowly and looked back up to Sam. ''Yeah.. we went through a hard time, but she's recovering pretty well. She makes me happy.. happier than I've ever been.''

''I can tell by the way you look at her.'' He mumbled with a small smile. ''It's the same way you used to look at me. Now even with more sparkles in those mesmerizing eyes when you look at her. She's lucky to have you.''

''Sam..'' I sighed.

''I know I know, I'm not trying to win you back or anything I'm just stating the facts. I remember you always said nothing felt as good as when you gazed into my eyes, but now you can barely look at me.''

I realized I had been staring towards the floor more than I actually looked at him. I don't know why, it was just too confronting. Not because I still had feelings for him, Santana has every piece of my heart, but maybe because I knew that as soon as I looked at him, I would forgive everything. It's just something my mom and dad taught me. Also Santana's accident taught me the same, life is too short to keep anger inside of you. Although it's not always easy to let anger go so fast.

''I don't want to talk about that time, it's in the past. Did you say everything you want to say?'' Because if you don't mind I'd like to go back to my Christmas dinner and Santana now.''

Sam scanned my face as I saw a tiny smile forming on his face. He nodded without letting out a sound and made an attempt to give me a hug but I stepped back so I was against the door.

''Don't.''

When he was about to say something, I almost fell back when the door suddenly opened behind me. Santana's arms wrapped around my waist to hold me back up. Warmth spread through me just by seeing her and I knew with just one look in her eyes, one touch of her hands, that this is where I'm meant to be for the rest of my life. In her arms.

''Everything okay here?'' She said and placed a kiss on my cheek. She glared at Sam while squeezing her front tighter against my back.

''Yeah, Sam was about to leave. Right?''

Sam scanned between me and Santana and I noticed that he was lingering his gaze on Santana's arms around me again. I couldn't help but rest my hand over Santana's on my stomach to make my point even more clear.

''Uhm yeah.. I'm glad I got a chance to talk to you Britt and I'm really happy you're doing well again Santana. Enjoy your Christmas Eve..'' He smiled through a sigh.

''You too Sam.'' I said with a small smile, relieved this was over and knowing the truth now.

''Whatever trou.. –'' I cut Santana's words off with a stern look and a squeeze in her hand. She gazed shortly at my face and rolled her eyes before mumbling a barely audible 'Thanks, you too.'

''Girls dessert is getting cold!'' My mom's voice echoed through the hallway from behind us, which caused Sam to stop walking away.

''Isn't dessert supposed to be cold?'' Santana frowned. I shrugged and turned to see my mom behind us.

''Hi Mrs. Pierce.'' Sam waved awkwardly.

My mom frowned at the sight of Sam and I saw in her eyes that she was also still mad at him. I can't remember how many times she talked about how disappointed she was in him for leaving me like that three years ago. But knowing my mom and her character of forgiving people, I knew what was about to come. And I was sure that Santana wasn't going to like it.. neither did I.

Two hours later..

I watched as my family and Santana's parents walked into the elevator, not missing Emily who stuck out her tongue at me, before I stepped back inside the apartment. It was nice to see them again, I think Santana and I should visit them more often. Even Emily admitted that she missed me right before she walked out of the door, even though she said not to tell everyone. Sometimes she's just like Santana when she was her age. Never showing what she truly feels, always a badass attitude but one of the sweetest persons out there. Speaking of Santana, she had been mostly quiet for the rest of the night. When my mom invited Sam to stay for dessert because 'no one should be alone with Christmas no matter what', I saw Santana's pleading eyes that were asking me to stop that. She would've done so herself is she didn't have so much respect towards my parents. I know that even if I would've tried to stop it, my mom wouldn't let me. The fact that Sam didn't turn the invitation down was shocking to me, because he knows how much Santana would hate it. And how much I didn't want him to be part of my first Christmas with Santana as my girlfriend. Our parents did most of the talking at the table, to make it less awkward, but Santana's death glares and Emily's snarky comments made it everything but enjoyable. I didn't say much either because what could I have done? Talk about the weather or school with Sam? I understand why my mom did it, but sometimes I wish she wasn't such a good person to everyone. I also noticed the longer Sam was in here, the more Santana ignored me. I kept rubbing my hand over her leg underneath the table if I noticed that she was struggling to keep the anger silent, especially when Sam was talking. I counted the times she smiled at me, a tight lipped forced smile, just two times.

I realized I was still standing in the hallway, knowing that Santana was probably mad at me for letting it happen. I really don't want to fight with her, it just seems like such a waste of time after everything that has happened. When I walked into the kitchen I noticed that all the dishes were thrown onto a huge pile in the sink and a broken wine glass on the floor. I also noticed the two empty wine bottles, but couldn't remember anyone else drinking the red wine except for Santana.

I blew out all of the candles and turned out the lights, before walking over to Santana's room.

''San, I'm coming in! Hope you're naked.'' I said to lighten up the serious mood.

I opened up the door and tried to hold back a chuckle when I saw Santana sitting up against the headboard of the bed with her arms crossed over an onesie clothed chest.

''Don't you dare laugh at me right now.'' She mumbled with an adorable pout while pulling the sheets higher over herself. I smiled lightly and shrugged before walking over towards the closet.

I quickly took off my tight dress, smirking lightly when I noticed Santana's eyes glued onto my body. When I turned my head slightly to look at her, she quickly averted her gaze like she hadn't been drooling at me.

''Can you throw my sleep shirt?'' I asked and pointed at the black tank top on the bed next to her. Without looking at me she grabbed it and threw it in my direction. I took my time to put it on, maybe doing some extra stretching to take Santana's mind off of Sam.

I crawled into the bed next to her and sat up against the headboard too, my shoulder lightly brushing against Santana's. She was staring straight forward like she was watching an intense movie and only puffed out some air that increased the frown on her eyebrows.

''Are you mad at me?''

''Yes.'' She said with that adorable 'trying hard to stay mad' voice.

''Ahw baby, come here.'' I giggled and tried to untangle her arms so I could cuddle into her chest, but she kept a firm hold.

''No.''

''But I want to cuddle with my little angry bear.'' I pouted and instead of fighting to get her arms untangled, I shifted closer, held up the sheets and threw my leg over her thighs so I was straddling her. Now she couldn't really stare into nothing anymore and when her eyes caught mine, I smiled brightly, earning a little smile tugging on her lips too.

''I'm mad at you..'' She mumbled, getting her angry act together again.

I shook my head with a pout and leaned closer towards her to capture her lips in mine. Like I expected, she didn't turn her head away or stopped me from kissing her. I even felt her tongue grazing my bottom lip for a second, but when I was about to deepen the kiss, a small 'no' stopped me from doing it.

''Stop distracting me, I'm serious Britt.'' She said with now more actual anger in her voice. I knew she wasn't angry at me, but by the way her eyes were softening I knew she was probably more worried about Sam's return and how I was thinking about that.

''Can you tell me why you're mad at me?'' I sighed and sat up a little, but I refused to get off her lap. Her arms that were crossed over her chest loosened a little and dropped like a feather onto my thighs. If I didn't see it happening, I think I wouldn't even notice her hands there.

''Because fucking fish face was in my line of sight the whole freaking night. I even caught him staring at you a few times and I couldn't throw him over the table because your parents were there.''

''Yours too.''

''Yeah, but they are used to me going a little crazy sometimes. Fuck, I wanted to punch him so badly. I can't believe you let your mom invite him inside on our first official Christmas together..''

''I'm sorry, you know how she is.. I didn't like it either, but she was right a little though.. No one should be alone, not even Sam.'' I said carefully so I wouldn't upset her more.

A light tuck on my arm let me know that she wanted me off of her, but I kept straddling her like I didn't notice it.

''So you're even taking his side now? Wauw, happy fucking Christmas to me.'' She cheered sarcastically and threw her hands up in the air like a little happy dance.

I let out a deep sigh because I knew that no matter what I would say right now, Santana is in a raging place and she doesn't come out of that very fast usually.

''Santana, stop. I don't want to fight with you.. not now, not after everything that has happened.''

''Do you still love him?''

''What?'' I let out shocked.

''I asked you if you still love him? Because if you do, then just tell me now and spare me a long talk about how 'it's not, you it's me' before dumping me and riding off into the sunset on his lips. Just make sure his chopstick is..hmmpf-''

I pressed my lips hard on hers to silent her from ranting any further and cupped her cheeks to keep her lips against mine. Not long after I sucked lightly on her bottom lip, her hands came to a rest on my lower back and pressed me further into her. ''You're so weird sometimes.'' I mumbled against her lips.

''Please just answer the question..'' She said barely audible with pain hidden in her voice. I nuzzled my nose against hers and pressed a kiss on a tear that just fell from her eyelid.

''Why would I ever think of leaving you silly.. I don't love Sam, I love you.. you'' I said and kissed her on the right cheek. ''you'' kiss on her left cheek. '' and only you.'' Kiss on her forehead. ''forever you.'' And ended with a peck on her lips.

A small smile spread on her face as she shook her last tear away. She took a deep breath in to release it in a tight lipped puff.

''I just need to be alone right now to think..'' She mumbled.

I didn't understand why she was pushing me away again when I just made it pretty clear that Sam means nothing to me anymore. I guess she's still a little in a Lima Heights state and she doesn't want to upset me. Sometimes she blurts out things that she regrets later, certainly the amount of wine she had been drinking during dinner didn't help her mind to be in a rational state. I decided to let her do what she asked me so she could cool off a little bit. Without saying anything more, I stepped off her lap and on the floor next to the bed. When I was about to walk away into the living room, her hand caught my wrist.

''Wait, where are you going?''

I turned around confused and noticed the way she was clinging on to my hand.

''I thought you said you wanted to be alone..'' I mumbled confused.

''Yeah.. but with you here.''

I frowned through a smile but hesitantly crawled over her to my side of the bed and got underneath the sheets. I laid down on my side, facing away from her so I wouldn't be tempted to stare at her.

''This okay?'' I whispered.

I heard a click behind me and the room fell into darkness, except for the tiny bit of moonlight shining through the small space between the two curtains. I'll close them when I need to go to the bathroom in the night, because I know how much Santana hates it to wake up with bright sunlight streaming in in the morning.

I didn't get a response from Santana so I assumed she was still inside of her drunken thoughts. I wanted nothing more than to just cuddle and kiss her asleep, but I know it wouldn't work right now. A tired sigh escaped my lips and my eyelids got heavier with the second so I slowly let them fall close and take me into dreamland. Before my mind completely drifted off, I felt the bed dip in behind me and an arm carefully draping around my waist. The back of my body got engulfed with warmth when I felt Santana nuzzling into me from behind. Her hand tucked my hair behind my ear and her fingers brushed lightly over my jaw. Not long after that I felt plump lips pressing a kiss on my cheek then my temple and my neck, before her head pressed against my shoulder blades.

''Hmm, done being alone?'' I hummed and pressed my body even more into her, effectively tangling our legs together too.

''I'm sorry for being a drama queen again.'' She whispered and tightened her hold around my waist.

I chuckled lightly and felt a hint of a smile pressed against my back. ''You're cute when you're mad. But why are you so worried about Sam? Are you that insecure about us?''

''It's not that I'm insecure about us..'' She began and took a long pause before she continued again. It almost made me think she fell asleep. ''I'm just so sure that we're meant to be forever, that I'm scared I'll mess it up..''

I grabbed her hand that was resting over my stomach and placed it over my heart, covered with my own hand. My heart was beating faster with Santana so close to me so she should be able to feel it beat against her hand.

''As long as this is beating..'' I said softly while pushing her hand tighter against my heart. ''This is forever.''

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