A/N: Sorry it took me a while to update, guys! This week has been so hectic. Plus, I sort of lost a bit of inspiration to write.

Hope you like this one.

Just adding as a disclaimer, and this goes for the rest of the story, I do not own Glee, or anything else that you recognise, like Catfish.

Chapter Eleven: Goodbye

When Santana woke up the next morning, she was fully clothed, under the covers and had Brittany's arm and leg thrown across her body. She stretched, trying not to wake the blonde beside her, and turned her head to look at the clock on Brittany's bedside table.

It was 10:15a.m.

Santana groaned, sensing the amount of missed calls and texts she had on her phone from Kurt. She reached for her phone, and yes, she had eight texts, and five missed calls from Porcelain. Reading the texts, she laughed out loud at the urgency in them, nearly waking Brittany up.

She glanced down, watching the blonde sleep, her chest rising and falling.

Santana moved a lock of hair from Brittany's face, which woke her up. "Good morning, Brit," she said softly.

Brittany smiled sleepily. "Morning, San." She buried her head into Santana's neck, nuzzling her nose into it. "Hmm, you smell great."

Santana chuckled fondly. "Good to know." She paused, not knowing how to bring the next thing up. "I hate to tell you this now," she said, scratching the back of her neck. "But I think I have to leave Indy."

That made Brittany wake up more. "What? Right now?"

Santana nodded. "I don't think I can stay for breakfast. Kurt's probably sending out a search party for me. The police are probably patrolling the streets as we speak."

"No fair," Brittany pouted. "I wanted to see more of you."

Santana started to lie back down in the bed, turning so she was facing Brittany. "We'll definitely see each other over the summer. It's not goodbye forever, Brit."

"I know, but I'll miss you a lot."

Santana sighed. "I'll miss you a lot, too. I have a summer job doing filing at the local hospital where I live. It pays okay, and I've been saving up for a new car, but, if I save up a little more, I can take you somewhere with me for two whole weeks this summer. How does that sound?"

Brittany grinned. "It sounds great." Then she frowned. "But I don't want you spend all of your savings on me. That's not fair, either."

Santana cupped her cheek, looking straight into Brittany's eyes. "I'd do anything for you, B. You have to know that."

"I'd do anything for you, too," Brittany replied. "But I don't want you doing anything silly."

Santana chuckled. "I'm great with money. You don't have to worry about me." She swung her legs to the side and stood up, shoving her feet into her shoes. "It won't be long before I see you again. I went two months with only talking to you online, I can go another little while with that now. And so could you."

Brittany leaned up on her elbows, still lying on her side. "I know, but now that I've spent time with you in person, I like you more than I ever have. More than I thought possible."

Santana's heart clenched and she walked over to the bed and grabbed Brittany's hand. "I like you a lot, too. I'll see you before you know it, Brit."

Brittany smiled sadly and sat up in bed, leaning over to grab her hoodie from the bottom of the bed. "Can I at least see you out the door?"

"Of course," Santana smiled.

The two girls slowly walked down the stairs, savouring every moment they had together. When they reached the door, Brittany squeezed Santana into a tight hug. "I'll see you soon," she whispered.

"That's the spirit, B," Santana said, rubbing circles on Brittany's back. She really didn't feel like being positive, but she didn't want to be a downer and make Brittany feel worse.

Brittany leaned back far enough to cup Santana's cheek and she kissed her. It was quick, but it was full of emotion.

"Say goodbye to your folks for me," Santana muttered when they broke apart.

"Of course," Brittany giggled. "They've taken a real shine to you, San."

Santana smirked. "Can you blame them? I put on as much Lopez charm as I could muster."

"Why? They're so easy to impress, you didn't even have to try."

"I don't know," Santana shrugged. "I guess it's because they're your parents."

Brittany blushed, looking down at her shoes. "You better go before I pull you back in here and won't let you leave."

Santana smiled and walked down the driveway, and turned around to wave.

"Santana," Brittany shouted from her porch.

"Yeah, B?"

Brittany was nervous, but she couldn't let Santana go without telling her, even if it was from about ten metres apart. "I lov-"

At that second, Santana's phone rang loudly, before Brittany could finish. "It's Kurt," she yelled back up to her. "I better get going. What were you gonna say?"

Brittany hesitated, before smiling. But it was a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "It doesn't matter. I'll talk to you later, San."

Santana smiled at her and blew her a kiss, before getting into her car, and speeding off.

Kurt got into the passenger side of the car, throwing his luggage in the back, proceeding to whack Santana repeatedly in the face in the process.

"Um, ow?" Santana frowned, keeping her eyes ahead of her.

Kurt shut the door, rolling his eyes. "You deserve it for being late for me. Again."

"You do not wanna cross me right now, Lady Lips."

Kurt tilted his head to the side. "Sad about leaving Brittany?"

"Extremely."

"I feel the same about Sebastian," Kurt sympathised. "I know the feeling."

Something inside of Santana snapped. "No, you actually don't," she growled. "I've liked Brittany pretty much since I started talking to her. I've been waiting to meet her for so long. You, on the other hand, spent that time raving about Bowties, until he dumped your sorry ass, and then you miraculously fell in love with ATC overnight because you were feeling lonely and extra desperate. So, in conclusion, no, you do not know how I feel."

There was a lengthy silence, as Santana sat there with a neutral expression on her face, and Kurt with a hurt one on his.

Eventually, Kurt spoke. "That was very uncalled for, Santana."

Santana side eyed him. "I know. I apologise. But I think you understand why I reacted like that."

"I do."

It had been three days since Santana arrived home from Indiana, and she had barely moved out of bed. She spent those three days in its entirety talking to Brittany; over video chat, over the phone, over everything.

It just made Santana miss her more.

On the fourth day, Kurt was beginning to worry about her.

On the fifth day, he informed Quinn that he was anxious about Santana's wellbeing.

On the sixth day, Quinn arrived at Santana's house at 6p.m, holding a bag of Thai takeout in one hand and a bottle of vodka in the other.

"What do you want, Fabray?" Santana snarled, when she crawled out of bed to open the door, and saw Quinn on the other side of it.

Quinn just looked Santana up and down. "You look terrible."

"That's probably the fifth time I've heard that in the space of a week."

Quinn smirked, looking at Santana's hoodie. "What's this?" she asked, pointing.

Santana looked down, realising she was wearing the hoodie Brittany got her for her birthday. "Um, birthday present from Brit."

"Cute."

Santana sighed angrily. "Why are you here, Quinn?"

Quinn didn't seem fazed by Santana's mood, and barged her way into the house, shutting the door behind her. "As your best friend, it's mandatory for me to cheer you up when you're depressed."

"I'm not depressed," Santana deadpanned.

Quinn just blinked at her, her eyebrows going higher up her forehead by the second.

Santana rolled her eyes. "I'm not that depressed."

Quinn just shrugged, making her way into Santana's living room. "I'm not leaving, Santana. Plus, we have Florida to discuss."

Santana sauntered behind Quinn, groaning. "Do I have to go?"

"Yes, Santana."

"But your parents bore the shit out of me."

"I would be offended by that, but I have to agree with you."

Santana sat down opposite Quinn on the floor. "Plus, if they ever found out I play for the other team, an exorcist would be called to your home in Florida before I'd have time to unpack."

Quinn nodded. "Also true. Before we discuss Florida, though, I want to talk about Brittany."

"You don't even know Brittany," Santana snapped, reaching into the bag of Thai food and opening a box of spring rolls.

"Which is why I want to talk about her," Quinn replied. "Maybe talking about it will make you feel a bit better, Santana."

"You're not my therapist, Fabray."

Quinn just ignored her. "How did it go?"

Santana scowled, taking a bite out of the food. "What do you mean by 'it'?"

"The whole thing," Quinn stated. "How it was, whether she was as great in person."

"Specifics, specifics."

"I'm serious, Santana! If I can't drag any of this out of you, then I'll just go and bug Kurt about it."

Santana paused mid-chew, flashes of the details Kurt would gush about haunting her. "Fine," she sighed. "What do you want to know?"

"Was she as perfect in person? Quinn asked, grinning widely.

Santana couldn't help but smile a little back. "More perfect than I thought possible."

Quinn squealed. "That's adorable! What does she look like? I know I've seen pictures but sometimes people look completely different in person."

"Blonde, blue eyed, tall and gorgeous. Even more so in the flesh."

"She was exactly who she said she was? No sort of Catfish type thing going on that you weren't aware about until the meeting?"

Santana half laughed and half scoffed. "Hell no."

"Did you sleep with her?"

Santana cringed, knowing this was going to happen. "Maybe."

Quinn gasped, her eyebrows shooting up. "I thought you weren't gonna sleep with her yet."

"I don't know," Santana shrugged, turning slightly red. "The time was right and she kissed me and everything stopped for a second and she just looked so pretty… It just sort of happened."

Quinn smiled. "This is too cute, Satan. I never thought I'd see the day where you fell in love."

And with that sentence, Santana's happy vibes dispersed.

"What?" she spluttered. "I never said I was in love with her."

"Well, I did." Quinn simply shrugged, twisting the cap off the bottle of vodka. "It's written all over your face. When you talk about her, you look like a love stricken puppy."

"If you want to keep all of your limbs, I'd advise you to stop talking, Blondie."

Quinn exhaled, exasperated. "Come on, Santana. You're clearly smitten with this girl. It's not entirely off the cards that you would fall in love with her."

Santana blinked at her, her face expressionless. "I'm gonna need some of that vodka if we're gonna talk about this."

"Santana, you clearly feel stuff for this girl. Big, powerful stuff, if you went all that way to see her. I don't see what the big deal is. You've accepted that you're gay, you met this girl, you like her. What are you so afraid of?" Quinn's face was literally red. Santana had never seen her more angry and frustrated in her whole life.

She sighed, leaning her back against the edge of the couch. "I know, I just, I never really pictured myself falling in love with anybody."

Quinn's hardened expression changed into a sympathetic one, and allowed Santana to carry on.

"I'm not a great person," she continued. "I don't think I deserve love, I didn't even think I deserved it when I was like, ten. And I certainly don't deserve Brittany. She's this perfect little angel, who wouldn't hurt a fly. She sees the best in everybody. She's like the sunshine after a storm. Like the first signs of spring after a cold winter.

"And then there's me. This moody, violent bitch who wants to castrate someone if they look at me in the wrong way. I'm the one who gets in fights, causes trouble nearly every day, and I see the worst in the world. I don't deserve Brittany. Someone else, as positive and happy as her, does. She shouldn't have to deal with me. It would be selfish of me to let her fall in love with me. It might ruin her life. In years to come, she may ask herself why she let herself fall for this completely stuck up, harsh bitch. And it would be bad of me to let this happen. I haven't set her free yet, but I think it would be a horrible thing for me to do, to make her think I'm this wonderful, amazing person who she's falling in love with, and then once she's fallen, she'll finally see what a terrible person I am. I don't want to make her regret this. I can't let her develop feelings for me that are too strong, that there's no backing out."

Quinn sat there, mouth agape, stunned into silence, going over what Santana just said.

What stunned her even more was that Santana was crying.

"You have no idea how amazing she is, Quinn," Santana sobbed, pulling the sleeve of her hoodie over her mouth. "I'm so lucky I met her. I thank my lucky stars every day that Kurt added me to that group chat. But, she's not lucky to know and like me."

"Hey," Quinn whispered, rushing over to Santana's side, putting a comforting arm around her. "The fact that you're selfless enough to want this girl to go for someone you might think is better just shows me that Brittany is falling for the right person."

Santana sniffed, leaning her head on Quinn's shoulder. "Really?"

"Absolutely. In my mind, the person who's right for you is one who thinks that they're not good enough for you, who want you to do better. The fact that they're thoughtful enough to want to set you free, to make you happy, is what makes them perfect for you in the first place."

Santana just sat there silently, her head on Quinn's shoulder, letting Quinn do all the talking.

"You care about this girl so much," Quinn continued, "you're willing to give up your happiness to salvage hers. That, Santana, is an act of true love. So, what I want you to do is to keep up this thing with this girl, and I guarantee you won't regret a second of it. You're perfect together, Santana. I know that and I've never even seen you with her."

"Yeah," Santana croaked, nodding. "I was just being stupid. Of course I want to stay with her."

"You weren't being stupid. You were just being incredibly considerate."

Santana smiled, wiping her eyes with her sleeve. "I may say mean stuff to you sometimes, but you always know what the right thing to say is, Quinn."

Quinn laughed softly. "I know. Now let's discuss Florida."

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