Author's note: I apologize in advance...

Wednesday 4th of October

Mercedes tour began that night. All the preparation was done and she was finally hitting the road to perform her new album. She started in California and was working her way back across the states and finishing in New York. Santana had finalized all the public relations work and Brittany's dancers were on the road and ready to back up Mercedes. The two ladies could finally relax. All their work was complete.

Santana had left her office for the day and was driving home when an idea popped into her head. She pulled over and walked into the nearest grocery store.

She scanned the aisles until she found the most expensive champagne she could get her hands on. She picked it up, check the label and after approving, carried it to the checkout.

"Celebrating?" The checkout boy asked.

"Yes. I just finalized my work and now I'm free to relax." Santana explained.

"That's a good enough reason to get drunk." The boy chuckled. Santana joined in with his laughter. "I hope your hard work pays off."

She paid for the bottle of champagne and thanked the checkout boy. She gave him a tip since she was in such a good mood. She climbed back into her car and finished her journey home.

Santana walked through the door of her apartment and was surprised that she wasn't met with a bubbly blonde. She looked around and couldn't see Brittany, meaning she was in the bedroom or bathroom.

"Perfect." The Latina said quietly. She wanted to surprise the girl anyway and now she had a chance to. She grabbed two champagne flutes and filled them with the freshly bought drink. She stood by the kitchen counter and smiled when she heard footsteps heading in her direction.

"Hi san." Brittany called out as she walked into the kitchen area. "Oh champagne. How fancy!"

Santana handed her a glass. "To Mercedes tour." She toasted. Brittany clinked their glasses together and took a small sip. "I thought we could have a relaxing night in. Order takeout, I'll give you a massage and we can drink this." Santana said, gesturing to the champagne.

"Sorry san, I can't stay and celebrate. I've got to head out." Brittany said as she gave the brunette a quick peck on the cheek and slipped her shoes on.

"Where are you going?" Santana asked, a little disappointed at the sudden change of plans.

"Just out with Quinn." Brittany replied nonchalantly.

"Out with Quinn? Again? That's the third time this week!" Santana said, getting frustrated at the lack of time she was spending with the blonde. "At least tell me where you're going." She said with furrowed brows.

"I can't." Brittany said quietly. She hated lying to Santana but she really couldn't tell her where she was going. She knew Santana wouldn't like that. She cringed at what she knew was about to happen.

"You can't tell me? Why?" She raised her voice. The anger was building in her stomach. She could feel it spreading across her body as snix came out to play.

"I just can't." Brittany kept her eyes fixed to the ground. She seemed very interested in one of the knots in the wooden floor. She had to avoid eye contact to resist telling Santana any information.

"Why can't you? Because you're sneaking around with Quinn behind my back. I have no clue what you've been doing with her. And now you are lying to me! You go out at night with Quinn doing god knows wha-" The Latina stopped shouting abruptly. Brittany glanced up at her girlfriend's face to see her deep in thought. Her silence was suspicious. Her face quickly changed back to a look of anger.

"You're cheating on me with Quinn." The brunette whispered quietly. Not even Brittany heard. "You're cheating on me with Quinn." She repeated louder, letting the realization sink in. Her face turned to a look of hurt and anger. She shouted the words once more and pointed aggressively at the blonde.

"What?" Brittany shouted. "Are you fucking joking?"

"No I'm not joking. It all makes sense now. The late night trips with her, you not telling me where you're going and the bad excuses. I haven't seen Quinn in a couple of weeks, usually she makes plans. That's why I haven't seen her." Santana ranted. "She can't see me because she's fucking you and she'll feel guilty if she sees me." She paced the kitchen up and down as she rambled on. Brittany stood still and watched her.

"Really Santana?" Brittany asked. Santana looked at her face and the expression could only be described as pure heartbreak. "You really think I would cheat on you?" Brittany's look of hurt quickly changed to one of anger. "I thought you trusted me! We've been loyal to each other for 6 years! I've given you no reason to believe I'd ever cheat on you! You don't trust me! You're still insecure about our relationship." She took a deep breath. "You really don't know me at all! I'm not a cheater, I love people with my whole soul, you should know that more than anyone else. For 6 years I've loved you and treated you how you deserve to be treated - like a queen."

Santana opened her mouth to speak was cut off by Brittany again. "And with our best friend?! Of all the people you could have accused me of cheating with, you chose our best friend." She shouted at the smaller girl. "Quinn has been here through it all, she knows all the ins and outs of our relationship! She was here through the school girl crushes, the first times, the struggle in our first year of college. Who was our first guest when we got this apartment? She was! We've helped her with her own sexuality, the day Rachel kissed her, she ran to us for support. I love Quinn like my own sister. She's happily with Rachel and I'm happily with you!" She finished. "Or at least I thought I was." She said at her usual volume level. She turned around, grabbed her bag and walked out the door.

"Brittany! No!" Santana called but Brittany had already stormed out of their apartment. She took a step back to lean her body against the kitchen counter and took a deep breath. Silent tears began to fall down her cheeks.

Heartbreak is usually used as an expression but Santana could feel the cracks forming in her heart as the thing she loved most in this world left her. She slid down the counter until she fell into a heap on the floor. She sat there curled up into a ball, hugging herself for comfort as she cried silently.

"Or at least I thought I was." Repeated over and over again in her mind. She shook her head hard but the sound didn't leave.

"Ugh!" She shouted and she hit the side of her head with her palm. She didn't want to hear Brittany's voice saying those words again.

She stood up, frustrated, dusted herself off and wiped her tear stained face. She counted to ten as she took a breath on each number. Her eyes opened and her feet moved her to the sink. She unconsciously began washing the dishes to distract herself.

"Brittany will be back soon." She repeated in her mind. "Brittany will be back so- OUCH!" She screamed. She looked down to see broken glass and blood dripping from her right hand. She gripped the glass she was washing too tight and it smashed. Her anger was taken out on the glass but it backfired. More tears ran down her face, these were from physical pain instead of emotional pain.

She pulled the plug in the sink and watched the red water float away into the darkness. She applied pressure to the wound and it didn't take long to seal back up. She carefully cleared the glass from the sink and wrapped her cut in a small bandage.

She contemplated making dinner but decided she was too upset to eat. She took a seat on the couch and waited for Brittany to get home. The clock read 18:15. After half an hour of doing nothing, she picked up her book and began to read to pass the time. At the end of her chapter she checked the time - 19:22- Brittany wasn't home yet. 21:47 - still no Brittany. It got to 22:13 and Santana couldn't stay awake any longer, she was emotionally exhausted. She took herself to their room and climbed into bed - still dressed in her work clothes- and covered herself with their duvet. She grabbed Brittany's pillow and took a sniff. A tear fell as she smelt the lavender shampoo Brittany used since high school. She clutched onto the pillow tightly and cried into it until she fell asleep.

Brittany stumbled into the apartment and looked around. All the lights were off and it was silent. She expected Santana to wait for her but she was glad she didn't. Brittany didn't want to confront Santana yet. She was tired and she was sure Santana would be too. Talking about this fight would hurt them both immensely. She was sure the memories would stick with them for years to come.

Brittany crept across the hall and walked into the bedroom. She was relieved to find Santana asleep in their bed. She smiled at the light snoring of her girlfriend. She grabbed her sleep clothes and a blanket. She searched for her pillow and when she found it in Santana's arms, she decided she could sleep without it. She left the bedroom. She changed clothes in the bathroom and brushed her teeth before laying on the couch and covering herself with the blanket. As Brittany fell asleep, a single tear rolled down her cheek. Her mind was filled with memories of their fight and the sadness that she felt.

Santana jolted awake and sat up straight in bed. She checked the time - 02:17. She rubbed her eyes and saw the bed was still empty where Brittany should be sleeping. She touched the sheets and they were cold - Brittany hadn't been in their bed. The brunette swung her legs out of bed and stood up. She dragged her feet out of their bedroom and into the living room. She saw her blonde fast asleep on the couch and let out a breath she didn't know she was holding in. She stood closer and crouched down by Brittany's face. She rose her hand and swept a stray yellow hair out of the sleeping girl's face.

"I'm sorry." She whispered to the blonde, who didn't even flinch. She placed a soft kiss to Brittany's forehead and went back to bed.

Brittany heard the footsteps getting quieter and the sound of the bedroom door closing. Santana was back in their room. She opened her eyes, took a deep breath in and breathed out the words "I'm sorry too."

Author's note: sorry for the angst. It was getting too fluffy and I wanted to try something a little different.

The girls aren't very happy :( let me know what you think is going on with Brittany and Quinn!

My Instagram DMs are always open _wankybrittana_ , I love to hear what people think about the stories and what I can improve on.