Chapter 14

Brittany gave a small smile as the door opened and she saw the brunette on the other side, it was that moment that she lost all sense of everything she wanted to say. She had this whole speech prepared to give to her but the words just disappeared, she loved the just woke up look that the brunette was sporting. The blonde always felt that is when the woman looked her sexiest.

"I know it's late, but I was wondering if I could come in and we can talk." The blonde said a little hesitantly, not knowing what the other woman was going to say.

Santana opened up the door completely, "Come on in." She waited for the blonde to enter before closing the door behind her. Santana leaned against the door and took in the sight before her. Brittany didn't bother to change her clothes and it looked like she had been crying. Her heart broke for the woman standing in front of her, but she couldn't stop imagining Brittany and Naya kissing. She pushed herself off of the door and made her way through the hallway to the living room, the blonde was behind her. Santana sat on the couch and the blonde sat down beside her but not so close to her.

"I...I wanted to say I'm sorry for last night, well this morning. I wasn't in the best of places yesterday you disappear and then I see you with Quinn and everyone else. I was talking to Naya and she was listening to me in a way she reminded me so much of you." She trailed off when she saw Santana hold up her hand.

"Please spare me the details, I don't want to know. I don't care what led up to it I just want to know why? And don't use the whole Quinn thing because there were three people who saw what went down at the table last night." She folded her arms across her chest.

Brittany let out a sigh, "I don't know why, she was just there okay and I had a little too much to drink and so did she. I am sorry that I hurt you like I did, it was never my contentions."

Santana corrected her, "The word is intentions Britt. You didn't hurt me at all; it's hard to hurt someone especially when the other person's heart isn't in it." She knew that it was harsh, but she wasn't about to let her feelings show.

The blonde had a look of confusion on her face, "You said that you had liked me and that we were exclusive but not having sex." She replied looking at the brunette in disbelief.

The brunette shook her head, "I honestly don't know what I was thinking." She replied getting up off the couch and going to the kitchen to make some coffee, again Brittany was behind her.

Santana looked in the cabinet and pulled out the coffee filters and the coffee placing them next to the machine. She tried to ignore the fact that the dancer was still staring at her.

The blonde tried again, "This whole relationship is confusing for me Santana." She explained.

The Latina didn't look at her as she was trying to put the stuff together to make coffee, "Breakfast is confusing for you. Now could you stop staring at me I can't remember how to make coffee." She fired back and finished making the coffee.

"Sometimes it's sweet sometimes it's salty. I mean what if I have eggs for dinner, what is it called?" She continued, "San, I'm sorry I don't know how many times I can say it. I understand a little about you and Quinn and the connection you two have, Rachel had to explain it to me on the way here. It's just hard because I feel like I am standing in her shadow. I mean after all you do have a thing for blondes Quinn, me, Heather Morris and there is probably more. I am not Quinn I see how she looks at you, she looks at you the same way Rachel looks at her and the way you look at me." She moved closer to the smaller woman until there was a little space between them. This caused Santana's breath to catch in her chest.

"I know you are not Quinn and I don't compare the two of you. I like you Brittany a lot and on some level I will always care for her, but not on the same way that I care about you. I'm just asking for a little time, you kissed another woman a woman that you have a crazy crush on." She told her honestly.

Brittany stepped back after this confession on some level she knew that Santana needed time and she was going to give it to her, "How much time will it take?" She asked searching the Latina's face for answers.

"I honestly don't know Britt but just give it to me okay?" She almost pleaded with the blonde.

The blonde bit her lip, "I will give you all the time that you need." She turned around and walked out of the kitchen and out of the apartment, the sound of the door opening and closing bounced around the now quiet apartment. For the second or third time that night Santana fell to the floor and cried.

Brittany walked out of the apartment building with tears rolling down her cheeks she was lost and didn't know what to do. She didn't mean to hurt Santana the way that she did, but she just wasn't thinking clearly. The blonde hailed a taxi and got in but not without looking back at the building one last time, it took a lot for her not to run back in there to the other woman. She closed the door and told the driver where to take her, for the first time in a long time she felt so alone. The taxi dropped the dancer off at her apartment and she took the elevator up to her floor, her mind going back to when Santana first came to her apartment. With a heavy heart she got off the elevator when the doors opened and slowly walked to her apartment, she opened the door and saw a crestfallen looking Quinn sitting on the couch her eyes puffy from crying.

"Is that you B" Her voice called out quietly.

Brittany put down her keys, took off the coat she was wearing and walked into the living room. Quinn's eyes met hers and she started crying again, the blonde made her way over to the couch and engulfed her in a hug and they cried together.

"What happened Q?" She asked clearing her throat.

Quinn didn't look up at her but kept her head on the other woman's shoulder, "R…Rachel broke up with me. She said that she couldn't deal with my conflicting feelings over San…Santana." She choked out in between sobs, "She told me that I needed time to sort through my feelings for her and San, I told her that my feelings for Santana isn't as strong or the same as what I feel for her."

Brittany rubbed her back lightly trying to get the other woman to calm down; she wasn't the only broken heart tonight. One part of her wanted to be pissed off at Quinn because she caused this mess, but another part of her wanted to console her because she was also a hurt party in this triangle that was created long before she entered the picture.

"I think Rachel is right, you have to figure out who is more important Santana or her. I screwed up tonight by kissing Naya because I felt that San was flirting with you when that wasn't the case. I was also confused about this thing between me and her. Give Rachel time and I will give Santana time then we both will be able to get our cuddle on with our girls." She told her.

Quinn looked up at the taller blonde and smiled, "You're not mad at me?" She asked almost shyly.

Brittany sighed, "I'm not mad at you, just a little pissed at you but I will get over it. My main concern right now is Santana, what I did was far worse than anything you did. The sun is about to rise, we should get some sleep." She told her.

The smaller blonde reluctantly let go and stood up, "I don't want to sleep alone, could you sleep with me? Like old times." She asked.

Brittany stood up, "Yes we can sleep together." She led Quinn to her room, neither one of them bothered to get undressed and just lay on the bed arms wrapped around each other. Even though it wasn't the ones they wanted, at least they could just imagine if only for a little while.

There was a faint knock on Santana's door she got up off the floor and answered it; standing on the other side was Rachel she had been crying as well. Santana opened her arms and allowed the little diva to enter them before embracing her. She felt the woman break down in her arms and she led her into the apartment and to the couch. The both of them talked and cried together until they both eventually fell asleep.

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