From the time I could walk I was dancing. It was my passion, what I always loved to do. Then I became interested in playing the guitar and singing. By the time I was in middle school I was well known at my young age, like Michael Jackson. I liked the attention but I liked being around music more. It calmed me and I loved it more than anything or anyone in the world. When I was ten I made a vow to myself to become a music artist and never give up on music. That's exactly what I did too.
I first met her a few days before my junior year of high school. It was during a back to school bonfire hosted by my good friend Puck. She had dark brown hair that flowed loosely around her Carmel colored shoulders. Brown eyes that felt like they were looking into your soul. Big red lips that looked as soft as marshmallows or clouds. Cloud nine, That's what I always felt like when I was around her from the very first moment she said hello.
It was around 8 pm, a little after dark. I had just arrived at the bonfire with Quinn, one of my closest friends since second grade. I never had many friends growing up. Considering that the small town of Lima, Ohio doesn't have a lot of people to be friends with anyway. But let's say I am pretty different from your average teenager. I was born with a penis instead of a vagina. It's my secret and it's what makes me so closed off to everyone. Quinn, Puck, and of course my parents are the only ones that know about my secret. That is until that moment when this mysterious girl came into my life and changed it for the better.
Flashback (First time meeting)
I was walking on the beach towards the fire when I looked to my left and saw a smaller girl sitting in the sand staring out into the endless ocean. It felt like I was looking at her for seconds, but it must have been minutes because I was being punched in the shoulder by an angry Quinn.
"Did you hear anything I just said?" she yells from beside me. I look over to her to see her fingers running through her hair. Her face is bright red like a strawberry, and I instantly know that she's upset at me. "W-w-what did you say?" I stutter out. Not because I'm afraid of Quinn but because my brain was blank from the girl sitting on the beach, even though I only saw her backside.
She exhales rather loudly. "I said I'm going to grab a drink and talk to Puck and Berry for a little." That's it? I just got punched in the shoulder because she wants to go get a drink and socialize? I thought. "Okay, cool that's fine," I say while trying to rid my voice of slight annoyance. "You know," she says with a smirk, "you should go talk to her." I scoff loudly. "Who in the hell are you talking about Quinn?" She nods her head towards the brunette sitting on the beach, "the girl you've been staring at the whole time since we got here," she says through her laughter.
"Whatever," I state rather harshly while rolling my eyes. I was not staring at her! I was just simply looking at her for a few minutes. "Just take your lady balls over there and introduce yourself. I heard she just moved here." Quinn says while beginning to walk away.
I look back at the girl and wonder if I should join Quinn or go introduce myself. Sighing, I decide on the latter. With all of the courage I have in me I begin to walk in her direction...
Taking a breath I sit down beside her and look out to the ocean. I keep my eyes trained on the way the water rises on the sand only to withdraw back into the ocean. The air feels dense but light at the same time. It's kind of confusing for me, like breakfast. The next thing I know words are flying out of my mouth before I can stop them. "If I were to ask you out on a date, would your answer be the same as the answer to this question?" I mentally palm my forehead. What a dork Brittany, you just blew your one shot at getting to know the new girl. Then I hear a series of giggles coming from beside me. I chance a glance to my right to see her still looking at the ocean while a smile plays on her lips.
I breathe out a sigh of relief that she doesn't think I'm some creeper or something. I look back towards the ocean and just a few seconds later I feel her eyes on me. I continue looking out because I'm very very nervous right now. "Are you gonna tell me your name or are you just gonna sit there and stare at nothing," she asks. I scrunch up my eyebrows in shock at how calm she sounds. I feel a large gulp go down my throat while I turn to look at her now. "It's Brittany," I breathe. I look up and I am stunned by just how beautiful she is. She looks like an angel. Her nose is just so adorable when it gets that crinkle in it and her dimples are just as amazing. It makes me want to kiss them over and over again. Kiss them? You hardly know her Brittany. Right now she just needs a friend. I can be that for her. I can be anything for her.
"Santana. Santana Lopez. I just moved to Lima a few days ago with my mom" she says while holding out her hand with a smile.
"Nice to meet you, Santana," I say while reaching out to shake her hand. When our hands' touch I let out a small gasp. My hand feels like it's on fire right now. It tingles everywhere she touches. It was like a spark was set the second we touched.
Retracting my hand, "Soooo Santana, since you're new how about you tell me about you and I'll tell you about me," I say with a faint smile. She nods her head in agreement and begins to tell me about her life and how she ended up in Lima. I couldn't help but feel entranced by everything he was saying. Even though I was learning new things about her I felt like I had known her just as long as I have Quinn. I learned that she likes Amy Winehouse, her favorite color is black, oh and that she likes girls. Score. We spent the whole night trading stories and learning about each other. We laughed A LOT, and for the first time in months, I felt content and comfortable with her. I felt like I could trust her completely enough to tell her about my biggest secret. Oh right, my secret. I might as well tell her about it now.
"Santana," I say, slightly dejected, interrupting her laughter. She stops and looks at me confused. Probably wondering how the mood changed so quickly. I look her in the eyes and take a deep breath before I continue. "I-I'm not normal. I'm not like most girls. I know that it's weird and that you might h-hate me but I should tell you now." I sigh and then begin to state my secret. "I-I'm different because I h-have a-" Im interrupted by a loud whistle and Quinn yelling at me saying it's time to go. I look down at my watch to see that it's almost 2 am. I had been talking to Santana for almost 5 hours.
I look back towards Santana and smile sadly, letting her know that I have to go. As I stand up I feel a gentle hand wrap around my wrist. I look back to see Santana looking down towards the sand. Suddenly, she looks up and we make eye contact. "Brittany, I don't know what you were going to tell me, but you have to know that I won't judge you no matter what. You're my first friend since I've moved here and I feel really comfortable with you." She gives me a warm smile and I smile back. "I like you Brittany, and I wouldn't do anything to jeopardize our new friendship." She squeezes my wrist lightly and I know to show her I understand and trust her.
She lets go of my wrist and I begin to walk towards my car and Quinn. "Hey Brittany," Santana yells. I look back over my shoulder to see her still standing there under the moonlight with a smile on her face. "The answer to your very first question is yes, my answer would be the same." I nod with a smile at her and then turn back around and continue walking to my car with the goofiest grin on my face.
End of Flashback
I constantly think back to all of the memories I made with the girl of my dreams throughout high school. Our first conversation, our first kiss, our first date, our first time being that intimate. Then there was the time I asked her to marry me. We were happy together. I loved her more than anything in the world and I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her, so when we were walking on the beach where we first met, I knew it was the perfect time to pop the question. Why did I walk out on her? Why did I let her go?
Flashback (First Kiss)
It was one month after we first met. We were back in school and me and Santana had every class together. We became close friends very fast. We always ate lunch together with Puck and Quinn. Sometimes we would go to the park after school and feed the ducks. Whatever Santana wanted to do I would do, but I was really happy about feeding the ducks. Either way, our dance class was 30 students out of all 4 classes on a trip to a national dance convention in New York. It had always been a dream of mine to go to New York and now I was and Santana was going too.
The dance convention was amazing. Seeing all these different styles of dance and how people could convey the meaning behind the dance through their movements was magical. After a long night of dancing and watching different people dance our school group returned back to the hotel, we were staying in.
Me and Santana didn't get the same rooms as I was hoping for, but this might be a good thing in case I wake up with some good old morning wood. That would be embarrassing. Thankfully, my dad paid for a room for myself because of my condition. As we walked into the hotel I saw a pool and hot tub through a glass door.
"We should go swimming tonight," Santana says from beside me. I look over at her to see her eyes twinkling at the water and a smile spread upon her face. I kind of wanted to go swimming anyways so I nod and tell her I will meet her back down here in 10 minutes.
I'm in my room and while I'm deciding what to wear I realize I have a penis. A penis that you can easily see in a bikini. Panic shoots through me instantly. I've never had to worry about that because I don't go swimming with my friends ever. I debate calling Santana and canceling, but I decide to just wear some swim trunks for girls and hope she doesn't notice.
She is already downstairs and in the pool when I walk in. I set my towel down on a lounge chair and get in with her. We swim around and race each other from one end of the pool until we get bored and I suggest we play Marco Polo. "I'll do it first since it was my suggestion," I say, kind of saddened since I'm not that good at this game.
"Are you sure? I can do it first if you want?" She replies. She must have sensed my sadness or something.
"I'm positive, it's only fair I bet it first," I say with a smile to convince her I can do it. "Okay, close your eyes and count to ten then," She says with a giggle. I close my eyes and instantly I feel the water shift from her movements. I begin to count to ten when the water becomes still.
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"Marco," I say immediately after 10. I hear a small giggle coming from a distance in front of me before I hear Santana say "Polo." I begin walking in the direction I heard her speak from while saying 'Marco.'
"Marco"..." Polo"
"Marco"..." Polo"
"Marco"..." Polo"
After the third time, she said Polo I realized she hadn't moved since I started. Did she really think I was that dumb? So dumb I could even play Marco Polo? I frowned at the thought. It hurt that she thought that about me. I thought we were friends and she always said I was so smart. She NEVER let me or anyone else call me stupid. She believed in me or so I thought.
"Marco"..." Polo" She was only a few feet away from me now and she still didn't move. Does she know how this game works? I didn't go over the rules, so maybe not?
"Marco," I whispered, sensing she didn't move again. "Polo," she whispered too. Her warm breath hit my lips and that when I realized how close I was to her. I squeezed my eyes shut when I felt her arms wrap around my neck in a hug. I kept my eyes closed, and my arms by my side until I felt her arms squeeze my neck tighter and her legs wrap around my waist. My eyes popped open and my breathing intensified at the closeness, but not enough she noticed. I put my arms under her thighs to give her more support and release some of the strain from my neck. Big mistake because she moves against me and I suddenly feel a twitch in my pants.
Control. Control Brittany. Control.
She breaks the hug and pulls away from my shoulder to look at me. My face flushes with embarrassment as I look away because I thought she felt 'it'. I feel strong fingers under my chin that are pulling me to look her in the eyes. When I finally made eye contact her eyes were dark. Darker than I have ever seen them. We stare at each other for a solid 15 seconds until I see her tongue sensually dart out to wet her lips. My eyes dart down to her lips and I subconsciously lick mine too.
I look back up to see her eyes trained on my lips. She looks back up and we make eye contact before I start to lean my head towards her. I know I want this. I've wanted to kiss her since I met her, but I didn't want to make this friendship awkward or ruin it. She begins to lean her head towards me too and a small smile forms on my lips before they connect with hers.
A kiss. Our kiss. Our first kiss. Her lips are so soft and subtle that it drives me insane. Our lips move in sync against one another as my hands on her thighs squeeze gingerly and her nails scratch the back of my neck lightly. I run my tongue against her bottom lip pleading for access, which she grants immediately. The second our tongues collide she lets out a low moan that makes my member twitch a little more. Fuck I forgot about that. Again. I break the kiss and blush from the embarrassment of my members growing size.
"I n-need t-to go" I state quickly unwrapping her legs from my waist and climbing out of the pool. She looks at me with sad eyes, like I just told her I didn't like her. "W-why do you h-have to go?" she says with small whimpers. I shake my head furiously silently begging her not to think I don't like her like that. "No no no, Santana it's not like that," I say quickly. I reach out both of my hands for her to take and I pull her out of the pool. I hand her a towel and tell her to come to my room in 30 minutes.
I'm laying on my bed, showered, in sleep clothes, and watching TV when I hear a soft knock on the door. I open it and see Santana standing there with her eyes cast down towards the ground. I gently grab her by the land and pull her into my room. We sit on my bed and an awkward silence takes over. I decide to break it with the truth.
"Look Santana, the kiss was amazing. It was but-" she interrupts me before I can finish.
"But you don't like me like that," She says with a sad smile.
"No no no its no that it's just I-" I'm interrupted again
"So you like someone else? Look Brittany I get it you don't like me were just friends it was stup-" I grab her face and plant a firm kiss on her lips. I try to be as soft and gentle as I can but I am kind of upset that she thinks I couldn't like someone as beautiful as she is. As funny, straightforward, and caring as she is. I break the kiss after a few seconds and look her in the eyes with a small smile before I speak again.
"Will you just shut up and let me explain? Please?" I breathe out. She nods so I decide to continue explaining my situation. "It's not that I don't like you. I'm worried that you might not like me," I say. She looks at me confused so I continue. "Do you remember when I told you I was different from other girls?" she nods after thinking for a few seconds. "Well, I never told you how I'm different" I take a deep breath and then exhale slowly. This is it, she either likes you or she doesn't. "I-I'm different because I h-have a penis," I stutter out while mumbling the penis part.
She stares at the floor for a few minutes with a faraway look on her face. I begin to feel my chest and heart constrict at the inevitable. What was I thinking? Of course, she couldn't like a girl with a penis. I begin to feel my eyes fill up with water. My vision is blurred and before I know it I feel hot tears stream down my cheeks. I am so stupid, I'm such a fool for thinking she would be okay with this, with me.
I feel a warm palm cup my face as a tan finger brushes along my cheek, whipping away my tears. I look up at her to see her smiling sadly at me. "Brittany, I'm sorry." With those three words, I break down into sobs. "Britt look at me," she says sweetly. "I'm sorry that I didn't show you how much I like you. All of you. I don't care that you have a penis because to me you're still Brittany. This beautiful, smart bubbly, unicorn, and a duck-loving girl who I absolutely adore. There's no one like you, you are the unicorn." She says sincerely. I look up and see nothing but love and care in her eyes and I know she means everything that she says.
"Thank you. You don't know- how much it- means to me -for you to- accept me" I say between sobs. She crawls up to the head of the bed and opens her arms for me to snuggle into. I lay my head on her chest and close my eyes. "Will you go on a date with me," she mumbles sleepily. I nod against her chest, answering her question. Slowly, I feel the worry and pain wash away from my body. I fell asleep in her arms with her holding me tightly and me holding her tighter.
End of Flashback
Flashback (First Date)
A week after we return home from our school trip, Santana is ringing the doorbell to my house. I rush out of my bedroom, and down the stairs in my peach blouse that has a light blue flower design on it with a pair of blue jeans. Opening the door I see Santana in a red top with a black leather jacket over it and a pair of black skinny jeans. My god, she is hot!
"Hey Britt, you look absolutely beautiful. Are you ready to go?" she asks me. "Yes I am, just need to lock up," I say with a slight blush. I turn around and lock my door before Santana intertwines her fingers with mine and we walk to her car. She opens the car door for me and I take a seat before she shuts the door and returns to the driver's side.
"Where are we going?" I ask out of curiosity. "That my lady is a surprise that you will have to wait to find out," she says with a grin. After driving for 30 minutes we pulled up outside of the Great American Ball Park, home of the MLB team the Cincinnati Reds. She takes my hand and leads me inside to our seats that are close to the home plate.
We take our seat and she grabs my hand and intertwines our fingers. I love holding her hand. It comforts me in a way. We sat like that the entire game with our fingers intertwined. We cheered when the reds got hits, and even louder when they hit a home run. This date was nice, it wasn't nerved wrenching or awkward at all. I was the happiest I've been all my life. Nobody makes me feel like Santana does. She takes all of my worries away with one hand squeeze or even just looking at me.
After the game, we drove out to the edge of town. There was a cliff that overlooked the city. She parked the car and we climbed out. We walked over to a stack of blankets that were sitting on the ground. She laid down on the palette and held out her hand for me to take. I laid down beside her and she put her arms around me and pulled me into her body.
We laid there looking up at the stars and the full moon until she spoke. "Brittany, I just wanted to say that I know we haven't known each other that long, but you make me happier than anyone else. You make me so happy I feel like I could burst. You make me so happy it feels like a dream. Like it's too good to be true. I love holding your hand, holding you, and kissing you. I love every moment I'm with you and I know I can be hard to tolerate sometimes but-" She says a little above a whisper. "I don't know how else to say it other than this" It goes silent for a moment while I wait for her to continue. "Brittany, I love you."
I feel tears run down my cheeks at her words. To know that someone loves me like this. Someone loves this much to open up about how much I mean to them, and about how much they love me.
I go through a series of sobs before I feel like I can speak. I release a shaky breath and begin to pour my heart out. "I don't tolerate you. I can't breathe when you're not here, I can't think, I can't write music properly, I've spent my whole damn life waiting for someone half as good as you to come along. Now here we are, together and I just know in my heart that I love you too."
We lay in each other's arms thinking about what this means for us and our future. Our future. That's all I know. I want my future to be with Santana. After 1 am we decide to head home and call it a night.
We pull into my driveway and Santana gets out to open my door. We walk up my driveway and to my front door. Before I can say anything though, Santana pulls me into a hug. I instantly hug her back like this might be the last time. We pull apart and stare at each other before we both simultaneously lean in for a passionate kiss.
A kiss. It's not just a kiss, but it's a promise. A promise for more dates like this. A promise for a future together. It's a future I absolutely can't wait for.
End of Flashback
Flashback (First Time Making Love)
It had been around three months since our first date. We had been officially girlfriends for two months. I asked Santana to be my girlfriend during our third date. We went to the dome planetarium and watched a laser light show. Santana had said yes to being my girlfriend and since then we have spent practically every day together.
We had come close to having sex a couple of times but decided it was too fast or that we needed to talk first. It was pretty obvious we needed to talk about things like using protection and previous partners. It turns out that not only was I a virgin, but so was Santana. We wanted our first time together to be perfect so we talked about everything there was to talk about.
That was two weeks ago. Me and Santana are now laying on my bed, cuddling while watching 'The Little Mermaid,' it's my favorite Disney movie and Santana was okay with watching it. After the movie, I excuse myself to go to the bathroom and when I return I see no sign of Santana. I look around my room and see that my window is open. I climb out of my window to see Santana laying on her back, looking at the stars.
I laid beside her and cleared my throat. "Baby, what are you thinking about?" I ask.
"How beautiful they are. How bright they are," She says, " I can see my dream every time I look at them" she whispers. "Well what is your dream," I ask, genuinely curious about her hopes and dreams. Out of the corner of my eye, I see her turn her head towards me with a smile on her face. "To be with you forever," she whispers just loud enough I can hear it.
I look over to her and look into her brown eyes. She's looking at you with complete, obvious, adoration, and it makes your heart swell up with emotion. You feel nothing but love pouring off of Santana, and then she's leaning forward to kiss you, her hands cupping your cheeks.
I don't hesitate to kiss back. You pull her closer to your body while tangling your fingers in her hair. Her body is warm, even in the cool night air, and her lips are soft and moist as she kisses you slowly.
This kiss becomes heated rather quickly. With one swipe of your tongue over her bottom lip, your tongue is caressing her tongue in her mouth. You're biting her plump lower lip and sucking while she lets out a moan. You roll over onto your back and she rolls over so half of her is laying on top of you. You can feel her hard nipples below her shirt rub against you, and you instantly moan into her mouth. You feel her grind her hips down and just with that little action you feel yourself getting hard against her thigh.
You break the kiss and stand up abruptly, but be careful not to fall off of the roof. You hold out your hand, which she takes as you lead her to the window of your bedroom. You climb inside and turn around to gently help her inside your window too. As soon as her feet touch the ground she brings you back into a heated kiss. Your hands land on her waist as your tongues collide for dominance in a warm and wet kiss.
Slowly, you begin walking her back into a wall. As her back hits the wall her leg comes up to wrap around your waist. You run your hands up her thigh close to her panty line before sliding back down her thigh. Her breath hitches at the action and I smiled into another kiss. I tug at the hem of her shirt and she lifts her arms up for me to pull it over her head.
I hoist her up, and her legs wrap around my waist, one arm around my neck, while her other arm rakes her fingers through the top of her hair, pushing it back. I walk her over to the bed and lay her down gently with me between her legs. I sit up and pull my shirt over my head and my pants down while she works on getting her shorts off.
She looks so sexy right now. She has nothing on but her black lacy bra and matching panties. I look into her eyes and see what looks like nervousness. I don't want her to be nervous about this. So I cup her cheek and whisper "you're so beautiful," before I lean down and give her a reassuring kiss.
I begin to place kisses along her jaw and up to her ear where I lick the shell of her ear, before continuing my trail of kisses down to her neck. I suck at her pulse point, then nip at the skin before I run my tongue over the sensitive skin. Doing this earns me a moan and small whimpers from her lips. I kiss the top of her full breast and leave love bites on them too. I unhook the back of her bra and take her left nipple in my mouth. I suck hard, and swirl my tongue around the bud, loving the little whimpers this action causes.
After showing both of her breasts the same amount of attention, we take off our remaining clothes. The core was glistening and the thought of being inside of her made my member swell to its full length of 8 inches. Her hand grabs my cock and begins to slowly stroke it up and down, using my pre-cum as lube. After she lets go, I shift so my cock runs through her folds and slides through her wetness causing both of you to moan at the contact.
I reach over to my bedside table and pull out a condom because we want to be safe. I roll the condom down my shaft and position my hips right in front of hers. I grab the base of my shaft and lead the head of my cock to her entrance.
Before I enter her I look up at her face to get a signal of confirmation. She nods which I take as a signal of her approval but before I enter her I speak. "Please let me know if it hurts and we can stop. Just tell me okay?" She nods and I give her a smile before I resume my actions.
The head of my cock slowly presses to her soft, wet folds. I hold my breath in anticipation. I moan loudly as the tip of my cock pushes inside of her. I start to push into her inch by inch slowly. When I feel resistance, I look up to see her face scrunched up in pain, and I stop my movements. "Baby are you okay? Do you want me to stop?" I ask, worried about her facial expressions. She shakes her head and tells me to keep going slowly.
I continue to push forward until I feel my hips connect to hers. Even with a condom on this feels amazing. The way she takes every inch of me and squeezes tightly on all sides makes me moan out loud. I use my free hand to reach up above her head, grabbing one of her hands and intertwining our fingers. I pull back to the tip and enter push back in just as slow as I did the first time.
I continue my slow strokes in and out of her as her walls clench around me and her hand squeezes mine every now and then. I feel my orgasm approaching quickly from the warmth and tightness of being inside of her. I lift her up slightly by her thighs to give myself a better angle to hit that spot. I angle my cock upwards and the tip hits that soft, spongy spot that is inside her, causing her to moan out loudly.
You keep eye contact as your long, deep strokes become short, shallow thrusts. You're chasing your own release while trying to make her orgasm with you. As you continue to hit that sweet spot she tightens around your cock considerably while letting out a moan. The sensation alone pushes you over the edge so you are cumming with her. You continue slow thrusts in her to prolong both of your orgasms. Coming down from your high, your heartbeat starts to slow down.
You pull out, throw the condom away, and lay back down beside her. You hold out your arms for her to slide into, which she happily does. She nuzzles her face in your neck and you kiss the top of her forehead. You feel her warm, shallow breaths hit your neck, and that makes you shutter. You begin to grow tired so before you fall asleep you mumble "I love you San," and a few seconds later, as you're off to sleep you hear her mumble an "I love you too Britt."
End of flashback
Flashback (Proposal)
After I graduated high school I was still together with the girl of your dreams. I was walking along the beach one night, and when I looked at her I couldn't help but feel the happiness I always felt when I was with her. I decided that now was the time. I stopped in my tracks and tugged on her wrist to let her know to stop too. I stare into her eyes for a brief moment before I begin pouring my heart out.
"Some people are good at being in love. Some people are good at love. Those are two very different things, I think. Being in love is the romantic part. It is the midday naps, the jokes, the laughs, the fun, long conversations with no pauses, overwhelming separation anxiety. It's just the best side of both people you know? But love begins when the excitement of being in love starts to fade: the stress of life kicks in, the butterflies disappear, the tears, the sadness, the arguments, the cattiness. The worst parts of both people. I still want to be that person by your side through all of those things. That's how I know I'm good at love. I want to be those things for you forever. I want to love you forever." I say. I take a deep breath before I pull out a black velvet box and begin to drop down on one knee. "Will you marry me?" I ask confidently, but still nervously at the same time.
"Yes! of course, I'll marry your Britt!" She says with excitement while jumping up and down. I put the ring on her finger before I pull her into a kiss while I mumble "I love you" against her lips. I feel her smile against my lips and mumble an "I love you more" onto my lips.
End of Flashback
That's how we ended up planning a wedding for the summer after we graduated. Graduation was only a month away but I felt ready. I never let go of my dreams and that is why I continued to dance, play guitar, and sing. I was becoming heard by record labels from all around the nation even though I was still in high school. That's also why I was going to be able to call Santana my wife in a few months.
Switch to Santana's P.O.V
Flashback (Wedding Day)
I was so excited to marry Brittany. To be able to call her my wife. I was in my dress with my two bridesmaids, Mercedes and Rachel, helping me with my make-up.
I heard a knock on the door to the room I was supposed to stay in before the wedding. I turn around to see Puck and Quinn, Brittany's best man and bridesmaid. They looked anxious or uneasy about something and this made my stomach turn. Was Brittany okay? They mumbled something to Mercedes and Rachel who nodded in response with a look of sadness that washed over their faces.
After Brittany's friends leave, I turn around and immediately ask "what's wrong?"
They look at each other before Rachel mumbles a barely audible "she's gone." Confused, I ask "who's gone?" Rachel looks up at me with sad eyes and says "Brittany. She just left without saying a word."
I sat alone that night calling Brittany while sobbing to myself wondering what I did wrong. That night turned into weeks until I promised myself I would call one more time, and if she didn't answer, I wouldn't call her anymore.
End of flashback
Brittanys P.O.V
That wedding was almost 8 years ago. It was the day my life changed completely. The day I walked out on Santana without a word on why I did what I did. I knew they wouldn't understand why I did it, but I had to. I couldn't give up on my dream. My dream is why I am where I am today.
