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Brittany woke up in the king-size bed with her back to Santana. She heard that the brunette was still sleeping next to her. Her breathing was rhythmic and calming. Brittany slipped out as quiet as she could out of the bed and headed for the bathroom. She looked into the mirror and gasped. Her make-up that she had put on last-night was smudged all over her face. She looked like a sad panda with her mascara running out all over her face.

The blonde grabbed a small towel and put in under the cold water. She slowly brought it to her face and started to wipe the make-up off, and with it she wiped off the tears that had run over her face last night. She had cried for what felt like hours in front of their small house, but in reality it was only a half an hour. When she had entered their room, Santana was already sleeping.

Brittany was glad that she didn't have to deal with tough questions from Santana, that she for sure couldn't answer. Brittany stepped inside of the shower and let the hot water run all over her. Brittany thought about last night. She had witnessed a lot of fights, or awkward silences during one of the family dinners, but this one was by far the worst one yet. Nobody had even dared to say a single word, it was sad actually.

Normally her family was chatty, nice and funny. Last night, her family was quite and awkward. The blonde felt sorry for Santana. She had just met all those new people, and then she was put in such an awkward position. But she did deserve props for the way she handled it. Brittany's mind went back to their kiss. Even though Brittany knew that it was just to make Sam jealous, she did really like it. She wondered if Santana had felt the same rate of electricity when they kissed like she had felt. Brittany heard a knock on the bathroom door.

'Brittany, are you in there?' Brittany had finished showering and was now staring blankly into the mirror.

'Yes, I'm in here. Wait I'm coming.'

Brittany opened the door and was immediately met with Santana with a worried look on her face.

'Brittany, are you okay? I was trying to stay awake, but I was so tired. What did he say?'

Brittany shrugged. She didn't feel the need to tell her whole story to Santana. She wasn't ready. Sam's hurt eyes flashed in front of Brittany's face. Maybe she didn't really give him a chance to explain properly. A feeling of guilt washed over Brittany. Sam really did seem sorry when he tried to talk to her, and what had she done? Screamed against him and what for? And then the text flashed back into Brittany's mind. That's why she was so mad at Sam. The text with which he had ended years and years of happiness, and he needed to know how much he had hurt her.

Brittany was suddenly content with herself that she had stood up against him. A couple of years ago, she would have just taken him back when he had made one mistake. At least, she had said what she wanted, but now she did need to listen to what Sam had to say. It seemed only fair to hear his side of the story. And then maybe finally Brittany would get an answer to the question that had run through her mind for the last couple of months. Why did he leave?

'Brittany, you can talk to me.'

Santana tried again, but Brittany didn't want to talk. Santana was biased. She didn't know Sam, so she wouldn't be much of help. But whom could Brittany talk to? Tina? No way, she liked the girl, but she wasn't the best in giving advice. She gave people second chances like they didn't even do anything wrong. Her mom? No way. She would cry for sure, and Brittany had cried enough for the last 24 hours. Kitty. She would talk to Kitty. She wasn't the nicest girl out there, but at least she would get a straight answer from her. She wouldn't try to spare her feelings, and frankly Brittany could use that.

The way that everyone kept tiptoeing around the whole Sam business was getting on her nerves. She wasn't that girl from high school anymore that was broken hearted for months over a boy. Santana kept looking at her with pleading eyes, but Brittany just walked right past her into the living room.

Santana seemed to get the hint and didn't follow her anymore. Brittany went to Kitty's room and knocked on the door.

'Kitty, can I talk to you?' The door swung open and in front of her stood Kitty, wearing a bikini and on top of that a white, see-through summer dress.

'Hi girl. What do you need? Is it going to take long? I need to tan before my wedding.'

Kitty beckoned her head to Brittany to come in. Kitty sat on her bed and Brittany went to go sit next to her.

'I need to talk with you about Sam.'

'Have you talked to him?'

The deal with Kitty was, that she seemed like bitch, and she was a lot of the time, but she could listen, that's for sure. Brittany did always wonder if she genuinely cared for other people's problems, or if she was just curious and wanted to gossip later on.

'Yes, I mean kind of.' Kitty placed her hand on Brittany's, nudging her to continue.

'I sort of went all crazy on him. I screamed and then went away without giving him a single chance to explain.'

'Good girl, he deserved that after what he did to you.'

'Yeah, I suppose. But he really seemed sorry. When I left, I heard him crying.'

'Brittany, I haven't spoken to him either. But the way he treated you doesn't deserve a second chance. It's great that you have shown how you feel, and now it's his time to suffer. And Brittany, why would you even bother? You've got that hot piece of Lopez on your arm.'

'I know. But I still would like to know why he did it, you know, leave me and all.' Brittany was fidgeting with her fingers and staring embarrassed at her hands.

'Honestly, I would let him suffer for a little. Maybe talk to him tomorrow.'

That actually seemed like a better plan than any plan than Brittany had thought about. 'Okay, thanks Kitty.'

'You're welcome, Brittany. Oh, have you perhaps seen Asian number two?'

'Wait, do you mean Mike?'

'Yeah, that guy, I need his muscles. My bed needs to be turned around.'

'Why?'

'It needs to be turned to the north. You should sleep better when it's turned to the north.'

Brittany rolled her eyes. This was just typically Kitty. Nobody even believed in crap like that. Kitty was also known as the bible girl in the family. She thought God made her like that, so she could freely be the bitch that she truly is.

'I haven't seen him. But I'm going to have breakfast, so if I see him, I'll let him know you're looking for him.'

'Brittany, where are you?' Brittany heard Santana's voice outside of the room.

'Looks like your girlfriend is looking for you.' Brittany's stomach flipped when she heard the word girlfriend. It was weird that people referred to Santana as her girlfriend.

'See you later, Kitty.'

Santana kept calling Brittany.

'Yes, I'm here.'

Brittany's mouth fell open a little. Santana was wearing jeans short. Her tan long legs were looking incredible. Brittany's eyes followed the brunette legs all the way up to her waistband. Brittany gasped. Santana was wearing a red crop top. Between the waistband of her shorts and her top, Brittany could see her flat, tanned stomach. Brittany was now full on staring. Santana had abs for crying out loud. The blonde couldn't totally see them all, because that damn top was in the way, but the girl totally had abs. Suddenly Brittany noticed her mouth was still half open, and she closed it immediately. She let her eyes glide over the top and luckily the top wasn't tight. Otherwise Brittany was sure she wouldn't have been able to look away from her boobs. Brittany's eyes finally met with Santana, who was now smirking at her.

'Are you finally done staring?' She wasn't actually. She could stare at those legs with that amazing thigh gap for hours, and don't even get started on that stomach. Brittany tried to come up with a good answer, until she saw Santana's eyes shift to the blonde's shorts, looks like she wasn't the only who was staring.

'Look who's talking.'

Santana smirked.

'Touché, Britt.'

'Let's get some breakfast, okay?'

Santana nodded and they headed to the other house. They had breakfast, having small talk about random stuff, like the weather, how Britney Spears had made such a great comeback but that she sucked as a judge in X-Factor and some more about the hot weather in Hawaii. They still hadn't figured out what they were going to do today. On the way back to their house, they came across Tina.

'Hi girls.'

'Hi Tina.'

'What do you two have planned for today?'

'We haven't actually figured out yet.'

'You should come surfing with us.'

'Who is going?'

'Mike, Ryder, Kitty, me and Sam.' Tina started fidgeting with her fingers.

'Tina, it's okay. You don't need to whisper his name, I can handle it, and yes I would like to go surfing. Do you want to go?'

Santana grabbed Brittany's hand.

'Sure baby, sounds fun. Let's get our bikinis on.'

'Meet us in 15 minutes in front of the parents house, okay?'

Brittany nodded and the duo headed to their room, hands still interlinked. Their hands stayed like this until they were sure that they were alone, and then Santana let go of the blonde's hand. Brittany slipped into the bathroom and changed in her bikini. She put her clothes back over them. The duo went, hands again interlinked, to the parents house. In front of it, the whole group was in fact waiting. They walked to the beach while Brittany and Santana were talking to Ryder. He was explaining how excited he was for the wedding.

'I can't wait. I'm so happy that Kitty is going to be my wife.'

He was so in love, it was actually really endearing.

'Really happy for you, Ryder.'

Santana spoke. After a ten-minute walk they arrived at the beach. Luckily, not too many people were there. It was a calm day, and so were the waves. They weren't too high for a beginner, but not too low that you can't surf them properly. Brittany hadn't surfed yet, but she was super excited.

'Have you surfed yet?'

Brittany asked Santana.

'I actually have. I used to go to French summer camps and we always would surf.'

'Wait, you can surf and speak French?' Santana smirked.

'Yes, I can speak French.'

'Prove it.'

'Brittany, I can't do that now. Speaking French is known as a big turn-on for many women, and we don't want that right now, do we?' Santana whispered that last part in Brittany's ear. Brittany gulped.

'I can control myself.'

'Are you sure of that?' Santana traced with her hand over Brittany's jawline. Brittany saw in the corner of her eye that Sam was staring at them.

'No, you're right, I can't control myself.'

She placed one of her hands on Santana's cheek, and her other in her hair, as she pulled Santana closer. She let their noses graze for a second, and in the corner of her eye, she still saw Sam staring. His eyes were sad and hurt. But Brittany was still angry with him and all she wanted to do right now was hurting him, even if it was only this little compared to what he had done to her.

She stared into Santana's brown eyes and suddenly she couldn't control herself anymore. She leaned in and her own eyes fluttered close. Her soft lips met Santana's plumb ones. Santana suddenly took control over the kiss. The brunette placed her hand on Brittany's back and pulled her closer. Her hands then rose up to Brittany's face and she started stroking her cheek. Her other hand was tangled in long blonde hair. Santana took Brittany's upper lip between hers and started sucking on it.

'Hey cut it out you guys. We're going surfing.' Kitty suddenly yelled at them. Santana pulled away and gave Brittany a flirty smile.

'And I didn't even need to speak French for you to do that.'

Brittany rolled her eyes. Santana grabbed her hand again. Brittany's eyes immediately went back to Sam, who was staring at the other side, like he couldn't look at his ex and her new girlfriend kissing. Mike called them over to the little surfing shed. They put their clothes into a locker. Santana was wearing a black bikini, and again Brittany was staring. First she was staring at Santana's ass. Above it, she had a tattoo of a big, black cross.

Brittany would have never taken Santana to be the religious type, but it wasn't the first time that the girl had surprised her. Santana turned around and Brittany's mouth fell open again. This time however, she luckily noticed it quick and closed it again. Santana's boobs were almost staring at Brittany. She couldn't look away. Brittany had always been the boob kind of girl, and Santana's boobs sure didn't disappoint. Mike's voice snapped Brittany out of her trance.

'I rented seven boards, so everyone go take one.' They all grabbed a board and started heading to the beach.

'Okay, who has surfed before?'

Mike decided he was going to take charge, since he had probably done the most surfing of them all. His parents had a house in Hawaii, and they went there every summer. He basically grew up on the surfing board. Sam, Ryder and Santana raised their hands. Brittany noticed the way Santana was looking at Sam, like she was better than him in some sort of way.

Brittany felt nauseous. She totally wasn't ready for the two of them competing in some sort of weird race to prove they were better than the other. Quinn had told her that Santana wasn't afraid of using violence. Sam wouldn't attack a girl, but if she started the fight, he might not stop.

'Okay, then you don't need me to explain it to you anymore. Go have fun.'

The three of them attached their feet to the board and started walking towards the water. And Brittany's eyes shifted again to Santana's ass. Damn, what was going on with her? Yes, Santana is all sorts of hot, but Brittany shouldn't keep lurking at her like a freaking stalker. Brittany blamed the three months that she had been missing out on sex. Her hormones were just running in overdrive. That was probably it.

Mike started explaining the basics of surfing and pretty soon they were all in the water. The water was surprisingly warm and the waves weren't that big. But they still were quite powerful. She took a couple of waves. She liked it, but it was really hard to get up. And the times that she was actually on her feet, she would lose her balance and still fall into the water.

After about a half an hour, she managed to take her first good wave. She stood up straight and surfed to the shore. She saw Santana suddenly surfing and damn she was good. She peddled fast and stood up even faster. She surfed all the way to the shore, without falling down. She peddled her way back next to Brittany.

'Wow, you're actually really good.' Santana shrugged.

'I was just warming up. I'm going to start to surf for real right now.'

Brittany looked confused. Santana laughed.

'Have you ever seen real surfers? Like in a movie, or something?'

Brittany nodded. 'Yes, of course.'

'Well, they always seemed to surf into the wave, right? But the waves aren't high enough today to that, but you can ride the wave until the tail. It's almost the same thing, but you're not exactly inside of the wave. But it's still pretty awesome.'

'Cool.' 'If you need any help with the surfing, I'll help you.'

'Thanks. I'm just going to try on my own for now. I need to figure this out; it can't be that hard, right? You can do it.'

'Oh, is that so? Well show me then, little miss cocky. Let's take the same wave.'

Brittany hesitated. She really didn't want to seem like a loser to Santana by refusing the challenge, but she knew she would lose if she would say yes.

'Fine.'

The both of them lay on their boards and turned around.

'Let's take the second one, okay?' Brittany nodded. The nerves in her stomach were almost undeniable at this point. The first wave passed the both girls. They locked eyes, and Brittany was the first one to break the eye contact to focus on the wave. She saw that Santana was starting to peddle, so she started peddling with her arms. She started to regain some speed and suddenly the wave had caught her. Brittany hoped with all her heart that she had gained enough speed for the wave to take her with him.

It did, and Brittany pushed with all her power herself up on the board. Her feet slipped into the places where Mike had shown her. She was standing upright. She knew that she was supposed to be looking ahead, but her eyes shifted to Santana anyway.

The brunette was already staring at her. She was standing nonchalantly on her board, like it was the easiest thing to do. She gave the blonde a wink, and that was the moment that Brittany lost her balance. Soon, she felt the wave wash over her and tasted the salt of the sea. And the salt tasted like a lost. When she was back above the water, she saw Santana waving up her arms in the air, showing that she had won the competition. She turned her board around and lay back onto it. She peddled her way back to Brittany.

'Looks like I won.'

'I guess you did.'

'So, what does the winner get?' Santana winked.

Brittany turned around to look around. Sam was surfing on a wave and he suddenly seemed to be looking at the both of them. Brittany turned back to Santana.

'A kiss?' Brittany winked back. Santana peddled even closer and the both of them were soon again in kissing distance. Brittany was just about to lean in, when they heard Sam scream.

'Watch out!'

Santana pushed Brittany and her board just in time out of the way, but Sam got Santana. Sam's board hit Santana's board and it toppled over and so did Santana. Santana held out her hands above her head to protect her head against the board. Sam's board toppled over too, and he fell into the water too.

'Santana, Sam, are you okay?' Santana's head popped out of the water first, and a couple seconds later, so did Sam's.

'What the fuck is wrong with you?' Santana yelled at Sam.

'Trying to kill me, Big Lips?'

'Wow, calm down. I'm sorry. It was just an accident.' Santana snorted loud.

'Please, don't pretend that you can't surf. I've seen you taken waves, and there was no way you couldn't have dodge us. And why am I the only one hit, huh?'

'Santana, calm down. I didn't hit you on purpose.'

'Yeah right. You didn't hit me with your fucking board because I was just about to kiss Brittany here right?'

Sam looked ashamed at hands.

'Yeah, I thought that, Vagina Lips. If you don't like me being with your ex-girlfriend, you should have perhaps not broken up over a fucking text.' Santana crossed a line there. Dragging Brittany into their fight was rude, and Brittany snapped.

'Santana, enough. Sam said he was sorry, let it go.'

She tried to hide the anger in her voice, but it didn't really work out that well. When she looked over at Santana, she noticed that the girl was giving her a death glare. She peddled furiously away.

'Santana.' Brittany tried and her anger towards the girl faded away, but Santana was already too far-gone to hear her.

'Britt.'

'Sam, don't.'

'No, Brittany. Don't don't me. You deserve to know the truth.' Brittany rolled her eyes.

'Are you seriously going to do this now? In the middle of the sea, when you just ran over my girlfriend?'

Sam looked ashamed away. Yeah, thought so. Brittany thought to herself. Brittany started to peddle to the beach.

'Wait. At least talk to me, tonight? Before dinner? Meet me at 6 o' clock, please.'

Sam was looking at Brittany with green, pleading eyes. Brittany was never a good one to refuse those eyes. They were always her favorite part of him.

'Please?' Sam tried one more time.

'Fine.' Brittany grumbled. She peddled away. First, she was going to go to Santana, but she saw her taking waves a couple of hundredth meters away. Tina, who as sitting on the beach, was motioning her to come over. Brittany took a wave, but she didn't have the energy anymore to try to stand up.

'What's up, Tina? And why aren't you in the sea surfing?' Tina shrugged.

'I got tired. Brittany, your mom dropped by the beach five minutes ago. She needs to talk to you.'

Brittany turned around to see where Santana was. The thought of leaving her behind didn't appeal to her. Tina noticed that the blonde was looking for her girlfriend.

'You can go. I'll look at for Santana.'

'Are you sure?'

'Yeah, of course, I like her. She's nice.'

Nice wouldn't be the first word Brittany would have thought about to describe Santana, certainly the way she snapped at Sam, but Tina wasn't there to witness that.

'Okay, thanks. See you later.'

Brittany walked back towards the houses. She noticed her mom standing in front of the jeep.

'Hey mom, what did you need me for?'

Susan took her daughter in a tight embrace.

'I missed you, honey. I just wanted some time with my little girl.'

'I'm not that little anymore mom, I'm taller than you.'

Susan laughed. She tried to stand on her toes but she still was a few inches shorter than Brittany.

'Okay, true. But you will always be my little girl.'

Susan bopped Brittany's nose and they both laughed.

'So, what do you want to do?'

'We need to buy some groceries and I thought that we could maybe make it a shopping day?'

'Sounds like a good plan, mom. Let's go.'

Brittany linked her arm through her mom's and they headed to the car. In the car ride to the little town, the two blondes made some small talk. Talking about the weather and the wedding. First, they went to the supermarket. Brittany convinced her mom to buy a big box of Lucky Charms, Brittany's favorite kind of cereal. They also bought some chickens for dinner. Bryan had decided that, after last night awkward dinner, they wouldn't be eating dinner together. They could, if they wanted to, but it wasn't mandatory anymore.

After strolling around in the supermarket for a while, they headed to the pay desk and paid.

'Where do you want to go now, mom?'

'Let's go buy some clothes won't we? I've got your dad's credit card, so let's go all crazy.'

Brittany linked her arm again in her mom's. Now that she was spending time with her, she noticed how much she had missed her. They lived in different parts of the country, so they didn't see each other that often. Every since Brittany had gone off to college, they only saw each other a couple of times in the year, and she really missed her. She and her mom were always close and Brittany could always go to her mom with all her problems.

They strolled over the streets, their eyes looking for a clothes store. After walking past three supermarkets, two surf stores, and four tourist stores, they finally saw a clothing store.

'Let's go.'

Brittany pulled her mom after her into the store. The both of them tried on tons of clothes. After a small hour, Brittany had made up her mind. She wanted two t-shirts and one cheesy oversized sweater saying I love Hawaii.

She always wanted to have a lot of those sweaters, showing all the places she has been. Her mom bought a pants and the same sweater. It was really cheesy that they had the same sweater, but Brittany loved it. Susan glanced at her watch.

'Oh God, it's already five 'o clock. We should head back.'

Brittany thought about the fact that she was supposed to meet Sam in an hour, and her stomach dropped. She was torn. One side of her needed to know why Sam had left her, and the other half didn't want to know the awful reason that had lead up to Sam hurting her in such an awful way. They stepped into the car and they started heading back.

'So, tell me more about this mysterious Santana girl. I have to admit, I was surprised you didn't tell me sooner about her. It was so last-minute you told us you were bringing a date.'

'Yeah, I know. We have been dating for a while, but I wasn't sure our relationship was ready to handle being together for such a long time.'

'I'm sure it will be okay, honey. She seems like a really lovely girl. She sure is pretty.' Susan glanced over at Brittany.

'Yeah, she really is pretty, you could at least say that.'

'So tell me, how did you two meet?' Crap. Brittany didn't see this question coming. She knew Santana had made up some kind of story of how they had met, but Brittany had forgotten to ask her about it. Brittany shuffled uncomfortably in her seat. How was she going to get out of this situation? She couldn't think of a story on the spot like that. And even if she did, it still wouldn't be the same that Santana had told Tina.

'Honey, I asked you a question.'

Brittany shrugged.

'You should really ask Santana mom. She can tell it much better than I can.'

'But I want to hear it from you.' Crap.

'No, mom. You know I'm not good at retelling stories. I always get confused half in the story. And the way Santana tells it, makes the story so much more romantic.'

'Okay, fine.' The both of them fell into silence until Susan scraped her throat. She always did that when she wanted to talk about something.

'Spill it, mom.'

'What? I don't need to spill anything.'

'You always do that mouth scraping thing when you want to get something off your chest, so just come out with it.' Susan rolled her eyes.

'Honey, you know you can tell me anything right?' Now it was Brittany's turn to roll her eyes.

'Of course I know that mom.'

'Have you and Sam talked since you know.' Susan was staring awkwardly at the road in front of her. She knew this was a touchy subject.

'Yeah, I mean sort of. Not really. It was more me screaming at him.'

Susan looked over at Brittany.

'Seriously?' She started laughing.

'Yeah. He wanted to talk to me, and I went all crazy ex girlfriend on his ass.' Susan laughed even more.

'Well, he deserved that didn't he. Well done girl.'

And Susan gave the girl a playful slap on the arm. Brittany glanced at her watch. It was 4:49 pm. In just about ten minutes she was supposed to meet Sam. Her stomach dropped again when she remembered his hurt eyes when her and Santana had kissed.

Just get this over with, Brittany.

'I had fun this afternoon, honey.'

Susan said as they arrived at the houses.

'So did I, mom. I really missed you.'

'Same, baby-girl.'

Brittany pulled her mom in a tight embrace. After that, Brittany started walking back towards their house. In front of it, Sam stood, while he was staring at his phone. He looked nervous.

'Hi.'

Sam snapped out of his trance. He looked up and stared Brittany right in the eye.

'Hi Britt. Thanks that you came.' Brittany shrugged.

'Welcome.'

'Can we like, I don't know, take a walk or something?'

'I guess.'

They walked in silence to the beach and Sam seemed nervous. He kept glancing over to Brittany, to confirm she was still there, but didn't say a single word. They had arrived at the cliffs that looked over the blue sea.

'Let's just sit down here okay?'

Sam asked. Brittany sat down and so did Sam. Sam didn't seem to dare to sit close to Brittany, so the distance between the two of them was pretty big. Brittany looked over to Sam, who seemed even more stressed than he was before.

'So.'

Brittany tried to start the conversation, and it seemed to work because Sam started talking.

'Look, Brittany. First I want to apologize. I want to apologize for yesterday, for the fact that I act like what I did wasn't completely awful. But the biggest part where I want to apologize for, is what I did to you three months ago.'

Sam's voice cracked and Brittany noticed a small tear in the corner of his eye.

'I'm so sorry, Brittany. I can't believe what an ass I was. Not only when I sent you that text, but the months after it. I wanted to call you so badly, Brittany. It was so hard not to pick up the phone and call you up to hear your sweet voice again.'

Sam's tears were now rolling across his face.

'I was a coward, Brittany. I was a coward and frankly, I still am, but I'm trying to work on it. I'm trying Brittany.'

He shuffled a little bit closer to her.

'Why did you do it?'

'Brittany.'

'You told me yourself, I deserve the truth.'

'Yes you do. Four months ago, I was at that business trip in New York, right?'

Brittany nodded. She didn't have a good feeling about this.

'I came across this old friend of mine and he invited me to this party. I was off the clock, so I went to his house. Anyway, that old friend used drugs, and first I didn't want to. But after a couple of hours, I was pretty wasted. He convinced me to do it anyway. So I took some cocaine. I blacked out on the rest of the night. I woke up in a hotel room I didn't know.'

An uncomfortable feeling was starting to form in Brittany's stomach. Sam swallowed, as it seemed to be too hard to continue his story.

'Suddenly, a woman I didn't know came into the hotel room. She filled me in on the blanks.'

Brittany's stomach dropped and she jumped upright.

'Did you cheat on me?' Her own tears were blocking Brittany's sight.

'Brittany.' Sam tried.

'Did you cheat on me?!' Brittany was screaming now.

'Yes, and she's pregnant.'

Someone seemed to have pulled away Brittany's whole world from under her feet. All the strength of her legs faded away and she collapsed onto the hard ground. Her tears were running over her face and she didn't even try to wipe them away.

'Brittany, I'm so so sorry.' Sam shuffled over and tried to give her a consoling hug, but she pushed him away, hard.

'Get off me.'

Brittany started running back towards the houses. Tears running over her face and the only thing she wanted was to get away from Sam. She stormed into their room and Santana was sitting on the bed listening to her iPod. She looked up surprised, then worried seeing Brittany standing in front of her, her eyes puffy and red from crying.

'Britt, what happened?'

Brittany was huffing from the run but she managed to stutter out five words.

'He cheated on me, Santana.'

After she said that, Santana took the blonde in a big embrace. She kept stroking up and down her back and the blonde seemed to be calming down. The tears however didn't stop.