[Santana's pov.]

1 year after Jenna left.

I was at the park. It was Brittany's birthday and I was at the park alone. I went to sit at the bench, where I and she always used to hang out. I felt so empty. There was nobody in my life, and I was so desperate for someone, or Brittany to walk in and light everything up. I stared out in front of me. There was a pond, with ducks that was just a few meters in front of me. I smiled. I smiled when I remembered just how much Brittany loved ducks. I looked up at the sky, the sun was shining, and the sky was blue. It was a nice day. I looked back down, and looked around the park. I was the only one there. Apart from the girl that sat on the bench opposite me. She had dark brown hair with blue highlights, and green eyes. She was slightly tanned and she looked empty, just like me. She was everything Brittany wasn't, yet she was still beautiful. She looked at me, and I realised I had been staring at her. I broke the eye contact and shuddered a little at the loss of it. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her get up. I thought she would go home or something, but instead she started to walk in my direction. She sat beside me, and I looked beside me.

"Hey." Her voice was soft and delicate.

"Hey." I returned.

"You look so sad..."

"...So do you." I looked at the ducks in front of me.

"Ellie." She took her hand out and offered it to me, I gladly shook it.

"Santana."


It was fast. Too fast. I wasn't into her, and I was pretty sure she wasn't into me.

I lay there next to her in my bed naked. She was gasping for air, and I was ashamed. I waited for her to go, I waited for her to up and leave me, because I knew it wasn't meant to be. I waited for her to magically turn into Brittany, so I can finally stop waiting. I waited, and I waited but no matter how long I waited she wouldn't turn into Brittany. So I lay there, under the covers staring at the ceiling.

"Will you leave?" I didn't mean to sound rude. She got up, and she put on her clothes which were scattered across the floor. I waited until she was fully gone and then I cried.

I cried because it felt so wrong. I cried because no matter how long I waited, she wouldn't turn into Brittany. I cried because waiting is all my life is. My life consists of waiting. Waiting, waiting and waiting, and it hurt.


"So what does that make us?" I asked, hoping she would say something that wasn't along the line of girlfriends.

"Girlfriends." Her voice rung in my ear, and stung it. I gulped as I squeezed her hand tightly.

Thank you so much guys for sticking with this story. I know it doesn't seem finished, but that's why I am making another sequel. I posted the first sequel, it's called A Dancers Regrets, and I hope you enjoy it. This chapter was a little rushed because I don't have any time! Give me feedback please, on this and on A Dancers Regrets. Thank you. I'm sorry the last chapter had to be so short, I just don't have time.