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"San!" Brittany shouts walking into the apartment after a long day of work at Columbia.
Her work is going well, but the proofs they are working on is hard. The group she is working with is five other most of who just double check her work and slow her down. She's the only one from MIT on the team, the rest work for Columbia or are graduate students, but the money for finding a solution is from MIT.
"San!" Brittany shouts again.
She kneels down to pet LT who had actually come out to greet her meowing.
"Where's your mama?" Brittany asks her cat who just meows and tries to climb in her arms. "Are you hungry?" she asks.
Lord Tubbington meows loudly and scampers over to his dish. He paws his dish as he has to wait for Brittany to get up and get his food.
"Has your mama not been home yet?" Brittany softly says mostly to herself. "She said she'd be home for dinner and I told her I'd be a little late and she needed to feed you."
After feeding her cat, she double checks her phone to make sure she didn't miss a text which she did.
"Yet again, I'm eating alone." Brittany sighs, dialing her favorite take out place.
It's been four months since they moved to New York. The first month was amazing, they spent a lot of time together knowing that as soon as classes started they would have less time to spend together. That was three months ago, the first month of that was okay. Sure they were both busy, but they always ate dinner together at least four times a week if not more. But since then Santana has made new friends (which she is fine with as she has as well), but over the last month and a half they've hardly seen each other. Santana spends all her free time with them and in fact she hasn't seen her wife since last Saturday morning when Santana kissed her before leaving. She feels her wife pulling away and doesn't get it. They're newlyweds still and should still be in the honeymoon phase.
'Santana I swear to god!' Quinn shouts answering Brittany's call.
'It's Brittany,' Brittany sadly says.
'Shouldn't you be living it up with your wife. She's been blowing up my feed with her drunken club self.' Quinn says not understanding.
"She's clubbing?' Brittany sadly asks and Quinn knows something is wrong.
'Britt, what's wrong?' Quinn softly asks.
Brittany sniffles and starts in on what's been going on.
Flashback: Two Months Ago
"Hey babe," Santana says kissing Brittany on the lips.
"You're in a good mood." Brittany says.
"I've finally made some friends." Santana happily says.
"That's amazing honey." Brittany says giving her a kiss.
"I'm going to invite them over on Friday if you're cool with that." Santana says giving her a hopeful look.
"That sounds amazing honey; I'm looking forward to meeting them." Brittany says.
"You could invite your new friends/colleagues." Santana offers.
"They're math geeks so I'll hold off, but you're more than welcome to come meet them." Brittany says.
"We could have lunch tomorrow and I can meet them." Santana says who still hasn't met her wife's colleagues.
"That sounds great." Brittany says.
Santana meets her wife's colleagues/friends and feels stupid compared to them and her wife. Then when her new friends met her wife, they aren't too fond of her.
"I've got to study tonight so I won't be home till late." Santana tells her wife in the morning.
"We haven't hung out all week, it's Friday and I'm getting off early. Can you study tomorrow?" Brittany says looking at her wife hopefully.
"No, because I have a project that I have to due with my partner." Santana tells her.
"Okay," Brittany sadly says.
"Love you," Santana says giving her a kiss before leaving.
Brittany bites her lip to try and not cry. In the week and a half since Santana met her friends/colleagues and she met her wife's friends, she feels like the Latina is pulling away. She doesn't get why this is happening. All the sudden, her wife doesn't seem to want to spend any time with her anymore aside from sleeping. Santana meanwhile is meeting up with her three new friends Jason, Annabell and Heather outside a coffee shop.
"Hey San," Jason says waving her over.
"You ready to hit the club tonight." Heather says excited.
"Yeah," Santana says feeling bad that her wife isn't coming, but her new friends don't want to hang out with her.
That night while Santana is clubbing, Brittany sits at home with Lord Tubbington, wishing they were back in Lima. She wants to call her mom, but doesn't want her to get angry with Santana who is just trying to make friends. She's sure that things will get back to normal soon.
End Flashback
'She's been pulling farther and farther away from me.' Brittany finishes. 'What's worse is I didn't even know she was out clubbing.' she cries.
'Oh Britt,' Quinn sighs feeling so bad for the blonde. 'Do you want me to come up and give her a talking to.'
'No, it will-'
'Don't make excuses for her.' Quinn says cutting her off. 'I'm coming down. Go to Rachel and Kurt's they'll take care of you while I set your wife straight.' she orders.
'Okay,' Brittany says falling back into old patterns of Quinn being in charge. 'Thanks Q.'
'I'll knock the sense back into her. She still loves you even though she's currently being an ass.' Quinn reaffirms before they hang up.
Puck looks at Quinn only having heard her end of the conversation and wants to know what's going on.
"I'm sorry that we can't spend the rest of your leave together." Quinn says giving him a kiss.
"What's going on?" Puck asks.
"Santana is being an ass and ignoring Brittany for her new college friends." Quinn tells him.
"So you're headed to New York to set her straight in the morning." Puck says pulling her back into him. "I'll come with you as backup. I'm used to Santana crazy."
"That would be great." Quinn says, shoving him down and kissing him.
Back in New York, Santana's head is thumping from the four drinks she had earlier and the loud music. Her wife would love it here, she makes a mental note to bring her here. She would have loved to invite her tonight, but her new friends think she's an egg head plus she doesn't go to school with them. The three friends she started out with have bloomed into seven, all of whom are single. Which is another reason why she doesn't invite Brittany.
"Hey Santana, come out with us." Annabell shouts.
"Sorry, I have to head home." Santana shouts deciding to spend at least some of the night with her wife.
"Really? Your leaving so early." Annabell whines not wanting her to leave.
"Yeah, I haven't seen my wife in a few days and I miss her." Santana says.
She really does miss her wife, not only sexually as they haven't had sex in nearly two weeks which is forever for them, but also just being with her.
"Come on, stay a little longer." Annabell says grabbing her hand.
"No, I really do have to go." Santana says pulling her hand away.
She heads out to go home to her wife. Brittany though has left the apartment and is outside. Rachel and Kurt's loft with Lord Tubbington in arm.
"Brittany?" Rachel says opening the door. "Come in, what are you doing here? Why is Santana? Why do you have your cat with you?" she rambles.
Brittany walks in and sinks onto the couch, hugging Lord Tubbington to her.
"Rachel who was at the door!" Kurt shouts from the his room.
"Brittany!" Rachel shouts.
"Why's Brittany here?" Kurt says coming out to see a very sad looking Brittany sitting on their couch with Lord Tubbington in her arms.
"I don't know, she literally just got here." Rachel says and they both sit down next to her.
Kurt looks over at Rachel and motions that he'll do the talking.
"Brittany, what's wrong sweetie?" Kurt softly asks knowing that this is the best way to talk to the blonde, calm and softly.
"Santana…..Quinn's coming down…can I stay the night." Brittany sniffles.
"Of course," both Kurt and Rachel say, hugging her from either side.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Rachel asks.
"She's been pulling away from me." Brittany says biting her lip. "Quinn is the only one who I've told."
Flashback
"San," Brittany says sitting on the couch when her wife tried to sneak in at one in the morning.
"Hey honey," Santana says, starting to sweat.
"Did your study group go well?" Brittany asks.
Brittany has started to suspect that her wife is not always studying when she says so. What she doesn't get is why she would be lying about it and not inviting her at least some of the time. The only thing she can think of is her wife is cheating. Which is not something she wants to think of as she trusts her wife more than anyone.
"Yeah, we got through a lot and then went out to get a drink." Santana says leaving out that they were at a club.
"You didn't think to invite me?" Brittany says very hurt.
"Babe, it was late and you know my friends at school are all singe-" Santana starts before Brittany cuts her off.
"Are you cheating on me?" she bluntly asks.
"No baby, I would never. Why would you think that?" Santana quickly says rushing over to pull her wife into her. "I love you so much and would never betray you like that." she continues.
"You've been gone so much that I've hardly seen you this pass month as you spend all your free time with your new friends." Brittany says sniffling.
"Oh baby," Santana sighs not having realized she was doing this. "I promise that I'll spend more time with you. I'm sorry I've been doing this to you." she says yawning.
Brittany nods glad that her wife is hearing her and willing to change what she's doing.
"I know that you're busy and so am I, but you need to find a better balance. And if you have to cancel for studying please text me so I don't rush home only to find that you're not there." Brittany calmly says feeling better than she has in the last month.
"As much as I would love to continue to talk babe, I have to be up early for class." Santana says leaning in and giving her a gently kiss.
"Okay, we'll talk more tomorrow." Brittany says hopefully.
"Yeah,"
The next afternoon Brittany gets a text and just about throws her phone when she sees that Santana said she'd be home very late.
End Flashback
"That was two weeks ago and things haven't changed at all. Quinn said she'd come down and set her straight tomorrow. I think Puck will too as he's with her." Brittany manages to say before she starts crying again.
"She's being an ass and if Quinn doesn't set her straight we will." Kurt says.
"I miss her." Brittany sniffles.
"She probably misses you too, but like me she can become so focused on one thing that she ignores others." Rachel says nodding her head. "You can take my bed."
"Thanks Rachel, Kurt, you are great friends." Brittany says.
Brittany heads to sleep just as Blaine comes home.
"Why is Brittany's fat cat here?" Blaine asks.
"Because Santana is being an asshole and Brittany needs somewhere to stay." Kurt says.
"Do we need to set her straight?" Blaine asks, ready if he has to but Santana does still scary him.
"No Quinn is coming down to do that." Rachel says.
"Good,"
Back at Brittany and Santana's apartment Santana is getting home earlier than two am for once at ten.
"Britt babe!" Santana shouts shocked to not see her on the couch watching TV.
She's even more shocked not to see LT skulking around his dish like he does every time someone comes home. At first she thinks maybe her wife went to sleep early, but she's not in their room or the guest room.
"Fuck," Santana says firing off a bunch of texts to try and find her wife.
Neither of their moms have heard anything and tell her that Brittany's phone is probably dead which isn't the first time that has happened. And that she needs to stop freakin' out. Quinn doesn't answer her, but Puck sends a text saying you'd better be at your apartment tomorrow morning. She doesn't know what the means, but she shrugs it off. Rachel and Kurt don't answer either which is shocking.
"Where are you Britt?" Santana asks aloud.
That's when her phone starts to ring and she quickly answers without even looking to see who it is.
'Girl you are in trouble.' Mercedes says having received a text from Quinn and then called Brittany to get the story.
'What are you talking about?' Santana asks frowning. 'Have you heard from Brittany.' she then hopefully asks.
'I have, she asked me to call and tell you that she is safe. You need to stay where you are till tomorrow morning.' Mercedes instructs her.
'Where-'
'Just do what she wants.'
'Fine,'