Brett tossed and turned in bed till early morning; he eventually got out of Santana's bed and pulled on some boxers before walking to the kitchen to get a glass of water.

He leaned back against the kitchen counter and sighed as his thoughts went back to the previous night.

Previous Night:

Santana smiled sadly, "I don't want to mess up your dreams Brett. If…if you want it then…then you should go."

Brett sighed and shook his head, unsure of what to do.

Santana walked over and sat on the couch next to him. She grabbed his hand as she leaned over to kiss his lips.

She cupped his jaw and pulled back before pressing her forehead against his, "I love you. I really…really love you." She said before pulling back, "I want all of your dreams to come true and if that means us being apart then…"

Brett shook his head and cupped her jaw, "I don't want us to be apart…"

"Neither do I but I'm afraid that if you don't take the job just to stay with me…I'm afraid that you'll eventually resent me."

Brett sighed, "I wouldn't."

She pressed a kiss on his jaw before replying, "Think about it before you decide. When do have to tell these people your decision?"

"Blaine said I can take a few days to think it over." Brett muttered.

"Then that's what you should do." She said.

He could just barely hear a note of fear in her voice.

"If…if I…" He swallowed and took a deep breath, "If I took the job…would you want to move to LA with me?"

Santana eyes widened. She thought about it for a moment before saying, "I don't know, Brett. Trust me. I want to be with you, but I have a career here."

Brett nodded, "I know…but I couldn't not ask."

Santana kissed his jaw and cleared her throat, "Come on. Let's eat or the food will get cold."

Brett watched her for a moment as she pulled out the food from the bag and set it out. He never imagined that he would have to choose between his dream job and his dream girl.

He took a deep breath and kissed her shoulder before grabbing his pair of chopsticks.

Present:

He finished his glass of water and glanced at the clock on the microwave. It was a little after 2am. He sighed and went to the living room. He sat on the couch and took a deep breath, rubbing his jaw.

"Fuck…" He breathed, completely unsure of what to do.

Santana woke up around 4 and rolled over to cuddle with her boyfriend but instead, she found cold sheets. She furrowed her brow and got up. She pulled on her robe and walked out to the living room.

"Brett?" She said.

He stood up from the couch and turned to her, "Yeah…you okay?"

She nodded, "I'm fine. What are you doing?"

He swallowed, sighing, "Nothing just…thinking."

She bit her bottom lip and nodded, "Okay…I'll leave you alone."

"No." Brett said quickly, "Come here."

She walked over to him as he sat back down. He laid down and she laid on top of him, resting her head on his chest.

He rubbed her back and held her tightly.

She felt her heart thudding heavily in his chest, "You're taking the job…aren't you?" she whispered.

Brett swallowed, "I'm not sure."

She took a breath, closing her eyes. She wanted so badly to beg him to stay but she couldn't keep him from his dreams.

"Brett, you…" Her voice broke, "you should take the job."

Brett closed his eyes, "San…"

She sniffed, unable to hold back the tears, "It's okay…I understand."

Brett tightened his arms around her and swallowed, "I fucking hate this."

Santana nodded, "Me too." She muttered before biting her bottom lip.

"Hello?" Santana said, answering her phone around 11am. She was silently sitting on her bed, thinking over everything that was happening.

"Hey! Did he get back okay?" Quinn asked.

Santana nodded, "Yeah…"

"What's wrong, San?"

Santana sighed, "We'll talk about it later."

Quinn huffed, "Santana, something is wrong. What happened? Did he cheat on you in LA?"

"No!" Santana said quickly, "He wouldn't do that." She added.

"Is he still at your place?" Quinn asked.

"No. He went to get us lunch."

"Then tell me what's wrong."

Santana sighed, "Brett's taking a job in LA. He uh…it's a huge opportunity."

"Wait. What? He's moving back to LA?" Quinn asked, shocked.

Santana swallowed and wiped a tear that slid down her cheek, "Yeah he is…"

"Oh God, San…I'm so sorry!" Quinn said, feeling terrible for her best friend.

Santana nodded, "Yeah…" she cleared her throat when she heard the front door close, "I gotta go, Quinn. I'll call you later."

"Okay, Sweetie…I love you."

"Love you too." Santana muttered before hanging up.

Brett walked into the bedroom, "Where do you want to eat?"

"Let's eat on the couch." She replied, smiling through the pain.

Brett nodded and set the food on the coffee table.

Santana walked over and sat on the couch next to him.

She cleared her throat, "Did you call that guy yet?"

He shook his head, "Not yet."

She nodded and took a bite of her burger.

They ate in silence for a while till Brett looked at her and spoke up, "I'm sorry, San."

She swallowed and set her food down, "For what?"

"For putting you through this." He muttered, setting his food down before turning towards her. "I should have just stayed in LA. I'm sorry."

Santana shook her head, "No. I'm so glad you came to New York. I love you, Baby."

Brett nodded, "I love you too, San." He said leaning over to kiss her lips.

She squeezed her eyes shut, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill from them.

Around 3pm, Brett and Santana were cuddling on the couch when Brett' phone rang.

"Hello?" Brett said, answering the call.

"Hey dude, you get back okay?" Finn asked.

"Yeah. I'm at San's place. I'll be back at the apartment later." He replied.

"Okay. Cool. See you later." Finn said before hanging up.

Brett set his phone on the coffee table and held Santana tighter. He kissed the top of her head making her smile and snuggle into him a little more.

His phone wen toff again and he sighed, "Finn, I'll be there later." He said, answering the phone.

He heard a chuckle.

"I'm not Finn."

"Blaine?" Brett said, suddenly nervous.

Santana lifted her head up, recognizing the name.

"Hey Brett!" Blaine grinned, "So I just got off the phone with my boss and he says that if you want the job, you'll need to move back ASAP."

Brett inhaled, "Uh…like how soon?"

"By the end of the week." Blaine answered, "We will pay for your hotel room till you can find a place to live. Have you made you decision?"

Brett swallowed, knowing Santana could hear every word.

"Not yet. I'll get back to you soon." Brett replied

"Alright! Bye." Blaine smiled before hanging up.

Brett set the phone on the coffee table and met Santana's eyes, who was biting her bottom lip.

"Why didn't you just tell him that you're taking the job?" She asked.

He licked his lips and sighed, "I just…I will but I want to wait a day or so." He mumbled.

She nodded and hated that she felt a tiny flame of hope in her gut.

Brett got to his apartment around 7pm and unpacked his bags.

He sat on the edge of his bed and sighed, rubbing his face.

Finn walked into his room, "Hey man!" He grinned before frowning, "What's wrong?"

Brett looked over at him and shook his head, "Blaine offered me a job while I was in LA. It's a personal trainer for the fucking Lakers."

"Holy shit." Finn breathed as he leaned against the wall, "That job would be awesome. So you're moving back to LA? What about Santana?"

Brett sighed, "I don't know…"

Finn looked at Brett, "I'm sorry, brother."

Brett chuckled humorlessly, "Yeah." He sighed, "She said I should take it. It's a dream job and she doesn't want to stand in the way of my dreams." He chuckled again. "Now I have to pick between my dream job and my dream girl."

Finn nodded, "Yeah…you know… I get that it's a hard decision but buddy, I've never seen you as happy as you are with Santana."

"I know…" Brett muttered, "I'm in love with her…I can't just…just leave her for a job." He sighed, "But she's afraid I'll resent her."

"I can understand her being worried about that, but you know you've already made up your mind." Finn smirked. "It's just not an easy thing to accept."

Brett nodded, "I gotta call Blaine."

Finn nodded, "I'll be in the living room."

Brett nodded and pulled out his phone.

"Hello?" Blaine answered after two rings.

"Hey Blaine, it's Brett."

"Hey! So please tell me that you're taking this amazing job." Blaine grinned.

Brett sighed, "Actually…I'm calling to tell you that I'm not taking the job. It sounds amazing but my life is in New York…this is where I belong."

Blaine sighed, "Well I hate to hear that, but I understand. I really hope everything works out for you, man."

"Thanks Blaine. I'll talk to you later."

"Bye" Blaine replied before hanging up.

It was nearly 9pm and Santana was laying on the couch, wearing Brett's shirt and sweatpants while watching television.

There was a knock on the door, and she got up, walking over to answer it.

She smiled when she opened the door, "Hey Baby. What are you doing here?"

Brett inhaled deeply before saying, "I can't."

"You can't what?" She asked as Brett stepped inside and shut the door.

"I can't leave you. I can't take this job. My place is here…with you. And that's not gunna change."

Santana's heart raced, "So you're staying?" she asked.

"Yeah." Brett grinned, "I already called Blaine."

She smiled and hugged him, "I love you."

Brett grinned and lifted her chin before kissing her lips softly before saying, "I love you too."

"Do you want to stay the night?" She asked.

Brett grinned, "I do but I shouldn't. The grand opening is tomorrow, and I have to get up at like 5."

She nodded, "Okay. Can I come by the gym tomorrow and check it out?"

He nodded, "Of course. Come by around 10 for the ribbon cutting or come by later to just look around."

"Okay." She smiled and kissed him once more, "Go get some rest. I love you."

"I love you too. I'll see you tomorrow." He smiled and pecked her lips once before leaving.