Greetings fellow readers and writers. Welcome to chapter 3! So, I do believe I need to apologize for deleting the story, then bringing it back and then submitting the wrong document for chapter 1. Anyway, please enjoy the 3rd installment.
As Sam led Brittany and Ally back to his home, he was happy that Britt had chosen to not go in the same car as himself. This was mostly because of the ridiculously huge boyish grin he had on.
Yes, it may have seemed like mean at first, but he truly believed that the divorce was meant to happen. Even when they were dating way back during the time of 2012, he could tell Brittany and Santana weren't meant to be together.
Santana was bossy, cynical, sarcastic, mouthy, disrespectful, arrogant and narcissistic.
Brittany was none of those things. She was kind, beautiful, decent and fun to be around.
It always seemed that Britt to an extent had given in to her soon-to-be ex-wife's pandering. Sure, she may have loved Santana at one point but Sam was sure that Britt may have been trying to fool herself.
Call it mean, but Sam always thought Britt could do better. He always felt that she was settling when she could easily get any guy or girl she wanted just by entering the room.
'' Hey asshole! The light's green!'' shrieked a man next to Sam. The man, obviously refusing to admit his age, was unironically wearing a Hawaiian shirt, khaki shorts with white shoes, all the while sporting an obvious blonde toupee and a large stomach. He was also riding a trike motorcycle.
'' Him?! You look like the unfortunate result of a midlife crisis that gave up halfway through the process! You aren't fooling anyone with that look dude. I know a toupee when I see one!''
Sam looked behind him to see Brittany shrieking at the portly man. He was impressed and also confused. He never thought of Brittany as anything other than being kind and soft spoken.
Driving back to his apartment Sam felt something more than just attraction to Brittany…he felt respect. Sure, he had always respected her but now it was somehow different.
-x-
'' So, this is your place huh?'' Brittany asked as she exited her car.
'' Yep. It's my sanctuary.'' Sam proudly inhaled, his hands proudly on his hips.
Sam's apartment was ground level and had a white tile patio with two hanging chairs, a glass table with chairs and a gas barbeque. It was also adjoined to an extremely large spacious green garden.
The interior while modest, was homey. It consisted of two black leather couches, a deluxe leather recliner as well as a teak coffee table and a 40 inch flatscreen. He also had a framed picture from Puck and Quinn's wedding.
His kitchen was small. It consisted of a refrigerator, freezer, an oven with a stove on top, granite countertops, cupboards as well as a dish washer and washing machine.
The apartment also had 3 bedrooms, all fully furnished.
As Britt entered with Ally she looked around in amazement. '' Nice place. ''
'' Thanks. Child therapy pays well.''
Sam looked at the bags Britt had. She had taken some bare essentials, Blaine and Kurt would be taking her the rest of her stuff tomorrow.
'' Sorry, I didn't know I'd be having guests. Hope this is good enough for ya'' Sam rubbed the back of his head as he led Britt into one of the two unoccupied bedrooms. It had light grey walls, a double bed with two memory foam king pillows and a knitted throw blanket.
'' Its perfect. I'm just wondering why you have so many rooms. Are you a serial killer?''
'' Nope. But I have two nieces and two nephews, someone's always sleeping over. Speaking of sleeping, pass over Ally. I know where we can put her.''
'' In the underground room where you keep your victims?''
'' Nope. Here'' Sam entered the room right across from Brittany's. It was nearly identical to its neighbor save for the fact that it was smaller than the other and had a single bed instead of a double bed.
'' There we go. You know she looks just like you.'''
'' Really?''
'' Sure. Eyes, nose. No semblance of myself in any way.''
'' I don't know, she may get the trouty mouth.''
'' Mean'' Sam pouted playfully.
Britt laughed, causing the baby to stir. '' Sorry, here's hoping she doesn't get the trouty mouth.''
'' Apology accepted'' Sam laughed. '' So you interested to go onto my patio for a beer?''
'' Why?''
'' Trust me'' Sam breathed, his boyish grin extremely unsubtle.
'' Ok'' Britt shrugged as she went outside. Once there she could see exactly as to why Sam asked her. The sun was amazing as it set. His apartment was at the perfect angle so that he got a perfect view of it setting over the horizon.
As the sun sank slower and slower, Brittany found herself getting lost as the rested her head in her hands, her arms on the metallic railings.
'' Pretty cool, isn't it?''
Britt was instantly transported back to reality as she heard that voice.
'' Yeah, it is.''
Sam put the beverages down on the glass table as he joined her. '' One of the reasons I chose this place. The view is spectacular. I kid you not its like magic during winter and fall.''
'' But isn't it October right now?''
'' Huh? Oh yeah it is.''
The pair spent the next five minutes in total silence, save for the occasional deep sigh of pleasure exuded from their nostrils.
'' So do you think you'll ever check in on Santana?''
'' I guess so. I just don't know when though. I haven't heard from her in over a week. What should I do?''
'' Go talk to her. Tell her how this is hardly the end of your relationship. You can still be friends, just not friends with benefits ya know?''
'' I get that. Its just not easy to talk to someone you used to be with romantically.''
'' You're talking to me, aren't you?''
'' You're different.''
'' How?''
'' I can always talk to you. Tell you how I'm feeling. I couldn't ever do that with Santana.''
'' Come here She-Ra'' Sam wrapped his arms around the blonde. '' Tell, you what. I'll call Santana and we can go see how she's doing tomorrow morning. Does that sound good?''
'' I guess so'' Brittany said, cocking her head so that it lay on Sam's inner shoulder.
-x-
The following morning saw Brittany and Sam off to see how Santana was coping. According to Sam, she sounded much less suicidal than she'd previously been described.
The pair had left Ally alone with Blaine and Kurt, who eagerly obliged.
The home that Britt and Sam would be driving to looking foreboding in the distance. This was in part due to the fact that the weather was overcast, the distant rumble of thunder in the distance.
'' I changed my mind. I don't want to do this.''
'' C'mon, don't back out now. Look, it'll be quick, just see how she is, make sure she's ok then leave. If we get back to our place in time we can catch-
'' Wait? Our place?''
'' Oh sorry. It-it just slipped out.''
'' No. I enjoyed it'' Britt smiled.
Sam smiled back. He couldn't believe it but he was falling for her all over again. Snapping out of his trance, the pair parked outside Brittany's old house and rang the doorbell.
The door was opened by a gloomy looking Latina woman. Her hair frizzy, dark circles under her eyes. She was wearing a pink bathrobe and dark blue slippers.
'' Wow. You look terrible Santana.'' Brittany commented.
'' Thanks. Come on in I guess '' Santana motioned.
Sitting down on a nearby couch the young Latina motioned for her kind-of friend and soon to be ex wife to join her. '' Why'd you call me, Trout lips?''
'' We're worried about you. We wanted to see if you were ok'' Sam answered.
'' We? Two things junior Trump. 1. Who's this we? Last time I checked, Brittany left me, not you. And 2nd, are you two hooking up? If so then get out of my fucking house!''
'' Santana relax, we aren't together. I just moved in with him yesterday is all-
'' You moved in with him?! We've been separated less than two weeks and now you're living with another person, and Fish mouth for crying out loud, oh now I'm Snixx-level pissed off.''
'' That's enough! You don't own her Santana! She's her own unique person! You cant control people and get upset because they needed someone to lean on when they're sad.''
'' You were…sad when you left me?'' Santana asked, in a much quieter and calmer tone.
'' I cried that night. Losing you hurts Santana. You were my first love. I need Sam to help me adjust to a world without you.''
'' Then why'd you leave?'' Santana spoke softly.
'' I had to. I didn't feel love for you the way I used to. I saw our wedding photo and felt nothing. I guess we were trying to turn our relationship into something it was never really meant to be'' Brittany responded. She could see in her ex-lover's eyes that she had broken the Latina's heart.
'' Fine. Nice to see you guys'' Santana said as she motioned for her guests to leave.
As the pair opted to leave Santana said one more thing. '' Oh and Britt.''
'' Yes?''
'' Hehe. I'm suing you for custody of our daughter'' Santana vindictively smiled, slamming the door behind her guests.
Ooh, a legal battle, now its gets serious. Thanks for reading everybody, hope you're all enjoying the weekend. As usual, stay safe, and stay awesome!
