Hey, guys! Sorry about the bit of delay in getting this chapter up and posted. As everything in life goes, I sustained an injury and now have a spinal fracture that I've been in and out of Dr's offices trying to set up physical therapy and getting numerous x-rays and scans done. Hopefully tomorrow is my last scan, I have an MRI scheduled and then after I'll be out of work for at least another two months or so. I'm not allowed to come back until I'm completely cleared and everything, so wish me luck that I get to set that date tomorrow!

But because I will be off for a while and since classes end in less than a month (even though I'll be going back in the spring to finish out my degree) I'll be finding myself with a lot of down time. I'm hoping to keep working on this story and finish it before going back to work. But this isn't the last story. There's a whole other story that's going to take place after graduation and when the girls are all up in New York and Louisville and whatnot. Fun fact, I only live like two hours from Louisville here in KY. But I'm also going to be working on my other works as well. Especially my SuperCorp fanfic. If you are a fan of the show and the fandom and haven't read that yet, I would totally go check that out!

Let me know what you guys think about the chapter! The next couple ones are going to focus really heavily on Logan and Santana's now odd relationship now that everything has basically gone to hell and back. (I apologize now for this chapter.) I promise everything is going to work out for Santana and Logan in the end. I'm all for happy endings here.

Love you guys, always. -Commander

Ch:17

Logan

I am never drinking again…ever…

With a groan, I slowly turned over in bed, trying to ignore the pounding in my head and whatever it was that had woken me up by placing a pillow of my head.

"No! Don't turn back over, Mackenzie! Get your ass up!"

Startled by the voice, I attempted to push myself up in bed, groaning again as the movement only made the pain worse and caused me to plop back onto the bed. Squinting an eye open, I noticed Skylar was rushing around the room to pick up pieces of discarded clothing, only confusing me further. "Sky…? What are you doing here?"

The blonde turned towards me, panic on her features and it suddenly registered in my head that she was naked. And so was I. So of course, flashes on the night before started replaying in my mind and I sat up straight, ignoring the pain in my head. "Holy fuck, we slept together!"

Skylar glared at me, hurriedly putting her clothes back on. "Great detective work there, buddy. Now can you please get up and get dressed. Your ex-girlfriend just arrived and Rachel let her in. I really don't feel like dying today, so…"

I felt my eyes widen as I jumped out of bed, glancing out the window to find that, indeed, Santana's car was sitting in the driveway behind mine. Dread filled my stomach as I hurried to get dressed as well, throwing on an old pair of shorts and a t-shirt before hesitating at my bedroom door. "Stay here. I'll come get you or whatever after she's gone. Just don't make any noise."

The blonde nodded, and I quietly slipped out of my room, practically running into Quinn as I did so. "Hey! …How was date night?"

The former cheerleader raised an eyebrow, glancing over me once. "It was fine…who were you just talking to?"

"No one. I was…talking to myself."

Not looking convinced, the blonde let out a sigh. "Alright. Well, you do know that Santana is downstairs, right?"

"Yeah. I saw her car in the driveway. What is she doing here?"

Quinn shrugged, moving past me and stopping outside her closed bedroom door. "I don't know. She didn't tell anyone she was coming over this morning. But she's here, so that's good, right?"

Humming to myself, mostly because I couldn't think of good enough response thanks to the pounding in my head and my rapid heart beat at the thought of the girl waiting for me downstairs.

Without a word, I slid past Quinn and down the stairs, pausing only briefly when I entered the living room to find Santana standing near the front door, arms crossed over herself as she glanced over one of the numerous baby pictures lining the entrance.

"What are you doing here?"

The Latina turned on her heels, her eyes widening slightly. "Did I wake you?"

"No, you didn't. What are you doing here?"

The cheerleader sighed, brushing past me to plop down on the nearest couch, resting her elbows on her knees. "I wanna talk."

Frowning, I chose not to follow her. Instead I leaned casually up against the wall behind me. "Really? You didn't seem to want to talk a week ago. In fact, that whole conversation was one sided if I remember correctly."

"Logan, I-."

"No, Santana. I'm not interested in talking with you right now. Because even being in the same room as you right now is killing me," ignoring the emotional crack in my voice, I took a deep breath. "Just…tell me what you want."

"Are you still going to Columbia?"

"Well I figured going to Louisville probably wasn't the best idea anymore, so…yes."

A brief look of hurt passed through the Latina's facial features, causing my heart to lurch slightly. I wasn't intentionally being snappy or cold towards the girl. I was just…heartbroken…beyond belief.

"I'm sorry, that was a little harsh."

"It's fine. I deserved that."

An awkward silence filled the room, save for the sound of quiet voices speaking to each other upstairs. My sister and Quinn were being quiet enough that I couldn't hear what they were talking about, but I had no doubt that the core of their conversation was this awkward conversation taking place here in the living room.

"Who's jacket is that?"

Glancing over my shoulder to find the jacket in question, I felt my heart drop when my eyes found Skylar's letterman still draped across the back of the couch from last night. "Uh, it's-."

"Holy shit! What the hell are you doing here?!"

Quinn's voices drifted down the stairs, successfully keeping me from having to explain the jacket, but now had created a whole new situation that I needed to grab a hold of before everything went to hell.

Without warning, the Latina was up from the couch and up the stairs before I could stop her, not stopping even as I raced after her in a vain attempt to slow her down.

At the top of the stairs I let out a groan as shouted words in both Spanish and English began floating from my open bedroom. And unsurprisingly, I walked in to find Quinn holding Santana by the arms as Skylar was sitting at my desk, still half dressed with messy hair and speaking just as loudly as Santana had been. My sister was standing over by the half-dressed girl, looking somewhat worried over towards the two cheerleaders practically wrestling each other.

"Enough! Everyone needs to calm the fuck down, right now!"

The voices in the room instantly quieted, Santana tearing her arm away from Quinn as her icy stare turned towards me. "You fucking slept with her?!"

Feeling the words prickle at my skin and causing my own anger to rise slightly. "You do not get to act like you're the victim here. You broke up with me. We aren't together anymore. I can sleep with whoever I want to."

If I had been thinking clearly I would have never said those words out loud, by my head was still pounding from my hangover and the already emotional rollercoaster that had somehow derailed in the past five minutes. But I hadn't been thinking clearly, and even I flinched at the sight of the Latina's eyes darkening even more (if that was possible) as she glared at me.

Tearing my attention away from the somewhat terrifying sight in front of me, I let out another sigh. "Okay, this has gotten out of hand very quickly. Last night was a mistake. I'm sorry, Sky, if that hurts your feelings, but I'm not going to pretend like I fell into bed with you solely just to piss Santana off. We were drunk last night and I was…upset and lines were crossed and I can't take any of it back. But it didn't mean anything."

Much to my surprise, the blonde let out a sigh herself, reaching down to pull her shirt back over her head. "Not gonna lie, that might have stung a little. But I agree with you, Logan. Whatever happened last night was not intended to happen. I came over just to talk and drink, and granted that was probably a mistake, and this wasn't how I wanted my morning to go."

The room was quiet for a few minutes, no one daring to make a move or a sound until Skylar stood up. "Alright, well, I am going to just head out. Uh, I guess now is the time for certain conversations and I think I've already overstayed my welcome. I'll see you guys…later, I guess."

Giving the blonde a small, grateful smile as she passed by and out the room, I pointedly looked towards my sister and Quinn, silently asking them to leave so that I could speak with the still fuming Latina standing by the door.

Thankfully they got the hint and after quietly promising to come find them after this conversation, I was finally alone with Santana once again. Only this time any anger or annoyance I had felt was now gone as I watched the girl carefully. As soon as the door had shut quietly behind my sister and her girlfriend, the girl's shoulders had slumped forward as she continued to stare out at nothing in particular.

"Santana?"

"I slept with Brittany. The night after I broke up with you."

Feeling the weight of the new information settle within the atmosphere that was slowly creating in my bedroom. Suddenly Santana's outburst earlier seemed justified at the amount of disappointment and anger that had instantly swelled within my chest. "You've gotta be fucking kidding me."

Taking a seat at my desk, I let my head fall in my hands as my hangover headache suddenly increased tenfold.

"This is not how I envisioned this conversation going."

I couldn't help but chuckle at the cheerleader's comment, turning so that I was looking at the girl now seated in the middle of my bed. "Yeah. The past week or so has kinda been like the twilight zone or something."

Silence filled the room once again, until Santana's next comment made all the breath inside my body leave at once.

"I still love you."

"Santana…"

"What are we doing? Everything was going so fucking perfectly. I mean, I just freaked about college, because I didn't want to become that couple that drifted apart in a long-distance relationship and-."

"Okay, Santana I really can't do this right now," the deep ache inside my chest that had taken up residence earlier this week was almost suffocating at this point. My heart was screaming out that this is exactly what I wanted, this was heading towards fixing everything. "I'm not going to lie to you. I want to fix this more than anything, but you were right. Being in different places, that's not going to work for us. I mean hell, one week and we're already fucking everything up. We're just…not ready yet…"

The girl's dejected face was only fueling the hurt, but I was staying strong on this. There were things that we needed to work on first before we could even attempt another shot at a relationship.

"But I-."

"I know. Just…there's three months left before we all split up and go our different ways. We can't fix this, Santana, in three months."

The brunette nodded, her facial expressions completely neutral save for the dark look in her eyes. "So that's it then? Are we just supposed to go back to that awkward relationship we had before? Where we just pretend that we don't have feelings for each other?"

Sighing, I stood up from my desk to walk over towards the door. "No. I'm not saying we can't be together, Santana. I'm just saying…not right now."

The cheerleader slowly made her way over towards me, stopping just a few inches away, close enough that I could feel the natural body heat radiating off her. "I fucked up. I know. But let me fix this. Please."

Before I could respond, the girl closed the distance between us, her lips meeting mine. And just as quick as they had been there, they were gone and she was out the door before my eyes even opened.

These next three months were going to be one fucking hell of a ride.