Later that night, Santana was lying on her bed, trying to watch TV; and finish painting her nails, when she heard a stone against her window; she got up and opened it.

"Britt, what are you doing down there?" said Santana

"I wanted to hang out." Brittany smiled, widely, and slowly climbed up the tree carefully, to climb through Santana's window; Santana grabbed her hand and helped her inside, closing the window afterwards; Brittany leaned in, and kissed the corner of Santana's mouth before lying on Santana's bed; she felt Santana climbed on top of her, straddling her waist; Brittany's hands immediately went to Santana's waist, pulling her closer, as they leaned in and kissed each other.

"I love you… I can't wait for us to be public with each other." said Brittany

Santana nodded, and lightly pulled on Brittany's neck, to kiss her again; ignoring Brittany's comments, Brittany pushed her chest, causing some distance between them.

"What?" growled Santana wanting to get her mack on

"I love you." Brittany nudged Santana's nose, hoping for the same response, Santana nodded, she leaned in and kissed her lightly,

"I love you, B." muttered Santana biting down on Brittany's bottom lip, before lightly smoothing the bite with her tongue, Brittany gripped her hand, and laced their fingers together

"I wanna talk, San." Brittany slowly pulled herself into a sitting position, Santana crossed her legs on her bed, looking at Brittany, who smiled, and grabbed Santana's hand, "I'm upset, you quit glee, baby. I know you were upset, but I wouldn't do that… I will wait for you; no matter how long it takes…"

Santana scoffed and pulled her hand away, pulling her knees close to her chest, she moved her eyes to look somewhere else as she felt the glossy feeling coming over them, whenever she was going to cry.

"San. I didn't mean to make you cry." Brittany reached out to touch her, but Santana pulled away; roughly wiping her eyes with her palms; she stood up, and dropped the nail varnish on the table, making a small thud

"Who are we kidding, B?" her voice was different, it confused Brittany easily; she looked at Santana, until she met her eyes; no tears had fell yet, but she was upset, Brittany could tell

"What are you talking about, S?"

"I'm talking about us. I can't do it... I can't do this anymore." her tone remaining emotionless as Brittany's eyes began forming tears, Santana looked away quickly, knowing she would easily break her barrier if Brittany cried; "I think you should leave."

Santana's words sending another kick to Brittany's heart, she stumbled off the bed, and grabbed Santana's arm, forming her to look at her.

"You said you loved me." Brittany's eyes burning into blank chocolate orbs; Brittany waited for a response, but Santana shrugged her shoulders, not knowing how to answer that; "You're a coward. Guess it's okay as long as your precious family believes you're straight."

"B, it's not them. I'm doing this because it's for the best."

"Dumping me is for the best? For who? You? Because it sure isn't the best for me, San. I need you. I know I do stupid things, and I'm sure you hate it sometimes… but I love you."

"You have no idea." muttered Santana looking away

"No I don't. I have no idea… how you can go from awesome to a complete bitch. Tell my Santana to call me, when she's back." Brittany slowly walked to the bedroom door, to try and give Santana some time to change her mind and save their relationship; but Brittany looked back and Santana was not going to do anything. Santana looked round and the door slammed shut; Brittany was leaving through the front door, partially to annoy her parents who were currently sleeping.

Santana slid down to the floor, letting her tears fall freely, as her inner doubts and fears came to the forefront of her mind; her body shaking with regret, for hurting Brittany; one person she wished she could keep safe from the cruel reality of the world; her fears of rejection from a family which was often cold and distant to each other.

Brittany ran home, her tears still running, her body arching from the fast pace; but she knew it was the emotional heart break of finding her soul mate and losing her, over her own insecurities which were as important as having each other. Brittany curled up in her bed, burying her face into her pillow, as she heard her door creak open, and her mom slowly wiping her eyes, from her interrupted sleep.

"Sorry, Mom." Brittany croaked out, more tears falling as her mother smiled warmly, and sat on the edge of the bed, opening her arms for Brittany to hug her, Brittany slowly began crying less intense as she felt her mother's comforting hands brush her hand in a way only a mother could; Brittany immediately thought of Santana who probably never had the feeling; her tears then arriving more harder.

Santana woke up alone, with only her heart aching. Santana got dressed in her cheerio uniform and made her way to school; she was standing against her locker, waiting for Brittany; to talk when Quinn touched her shoulder.

"You okay?"

"Never been better." Santana replied sarcastically

"Nice hickey… I guess Britt branded you again?"

"Yeah…"

"So where is she?"

Santana shrugged her shoulders, and Quinn looked at her with knitted eyebrows in thought, or rather confusion.

"What happened?"

"We fought…"

"Over what?" Quinn looked at the way Santana was playing her friendship bracelet from Brittany, nervously.

"Over nothing to do with you. Don't you have someone to annoy?" Santana snapped, her temper not in the best place today, Quinn rolled her eyes, used to the Latina's loose temper.

"She's probably already in glee." muttered Quinn before walking off towards the choir room; Santana followed after her, and looked into the choir room after Quinn walked inside, Chocolate orbs meeting sad Blue; Santana felt a hand on her shoulder and immediately snapped her attention to her right, meeting Mr Schue.

"What?"

"I thought you might wanna join again."

"No." Santana walked off, and Mr Schue shook his head, before walking inside, closing the choir room door; he smiled at the members, and slowly sat down next to Brad at the piano.

"Mr Schue, I have something I would like to share." Rachel stood up, and walked to the front, Mr Schue smiled, finally some normality, and then he noticed Quinn getting up, and walking towards Rachel's side.

"Rachel, I would love to this duet."

"It's not a duet." Quinn smirked at her quick dismissal, as Rachel shook her head.

"Thank you Quinn. Mr Schue, our club is missing an important member; Santana. I think she is somewhat lacking in her confidence as a performer and I would love the club to help us sing her a song to inspire her to re-join… in time for nationals."

"That sounds like a great idea. I'm sure Santana would love the thought."

Brittany scoffed loudly, causing everyone to look round at her

"Santana loving anything, you have to be kidding me. She already told you; she's not coming back. So forget about her; find someone else to join this stupid club for nationals."

"Brittany, is anything alright?"

"Everything's great." Brittany's sarcastic tone used, Mr Schue bit his bottom lip, unsure how to talk to Brittany with everyone watching.

"Brittany, wanna talk in my office?"

Brittany nodded, and glumly followed Mr Schue into his office, he closed the door and Brittany sat down opposite his desk.

"Is it Santana?"

Brittany nodded

"Did you talk to her?"

"We had a fight, Mr Schue. She… she dumped me."

Mr Schue slowly rubbed her shoulder comfortingly

"I'm sorry, Brittany. I had no idea… you were together, I mean you were close..-"

"It was in secret… she didn't want her family to know she's gay. It's why she denied it yesterday. She said she loves me; and then dumps me… I mean… I have no idea what's going on with her anymore. She's acting crazy. You can't fall out of love with someone that easily."

"Brittany-"

"No, she's in love with me; she has been since we were 8 years old. I won't lose her, I will not. You think this is easier for me? To admit I'm in love with her; no it was hard, but you deal with it. You know she wouldn't let me tell my parents? She was worried my parents would tell hers… God, why is she so scared?"

Brittany slowly rubbed her eyes, as Mr Schue watched her, unsure how to respond to her rather mature outburst. Brittany mumbled something to Mr Schue and then walked out, making her way out of the choir room, ignored the looks from the other members. Quinn walked after her.

"Britt?"

"Hey, Quinn." Brittany's voice lower, and somewhat more innocent than before, Quinn sat down next to her, at her lockers, Quinn rubbed Brittany's knee softly.

"You okay?"

"No, Quinn. She's pushing me away again. I just I don't know if she's going to let me in again… I tried so hard and she was amazing; and I screwed up by making out like I would tell everyone."

"She needs you, Britt. I know she does. Listen, you just need to be there for her. Trust me, she won't be able to resist you. You two are best friends. Maybe you could be there as a friend… instead."

"I'm not giving up on her as my girlfriend, Quinn. I know everyone thinks I'm dumb, like I can't handle a real relationship; I love her; and I'm not stopping until we walk down these corridors together, holding hands and not caring what anyone thinks."

Brittany stood up, and slowly walked off; Quinn slowly watching her leave, and then making her way to the choir room; Rachel was leaning against the piano.

"Berry, I need your help."

"Santana or Brittany?"

"Santana. She's screwing it up."

Rachel nodded, and let Quinn grab her wrist, and pull her out of the choir room, trying to focus on helping Brittany and Santana with their own relationship; and not the happiness of Quinn touching her skin.

"I was thinking we could talk to San together. I tried with Britt; and I pissed her off I think."

"Sounds good. where is she?"

"I have no idea." Quinn's smile made any anger in Rachel's body subsides; her hands growing moist from her nerves, "Come on… I think she might be hiding from Britt."

Rachel follows Quinn, willingly through the quietly busy corridor, pushing their way, to the cheerio's changing rooms; Quinn holds the door, for Rachel, as they walk in; they hear the light sobbing of a broken Latina, peering around the wall, which was blocking their view, they see Santana, hugging her knees to her chest, her palm roughly rubbing her eyes, to wipe away the salty tears which were falling.