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Chapter Seven

Brittany's POV

It's been a month since I met Santana and we've started dating. Since the cooking lessons we've been on a few more dates, but we haven't slept together yet. I actually like this whole taking it slow thing. We're really getting to know each other. We have plans to go to dinner tonight and I want to make things official; I want Santana to become my girlfriend. I think it's time; we've been on like five or six dates, which surpass my third date rule. My third date rule is either we sleep together or become exclusive.

It's date night and I'm exhausted, but not too exhausted. My phone starts buzzing and when I see Santana's name on the screen my face lights up.

"Hey, Brit. I'm really sorry I can't make it tonight. Nina has come down with a little cold and she gets really needy when she's sick," Santana explains.

"It's completely fine, no need to apologize and tell her I hope she feels better."

"Okay I will. I'll talk to you later, bye."

"Bye," I hang up the phone and dial another familiar number.

"Hey Q, San cancelled on me tonight and I have these reservations want to go out to dinner?" I ask her.

"A free meal, hell yeah," Quinn says.

I chuckle. "Okay come over and we'll go."

About twenty minutes pass and Quinn is knocking at my door. We leave for the restaurant. It's a nice, quiet place where we're going.

"Wow this is not a usual place for you," Quinn comments when we enter the restaurant.

"Yeah well Santana doesn't want me to take her somewhere hugely fancy. I found this place and it looked nice," I tell her.

She gives me this amused looked. "What?"

"Oh nothing, I think it's cute that after a few dates she already has you whipped," Quinn laughs.

"What? I am not whipped, just simply honoring a request," I explain, but come on who am I kidding I'm so whipped.

Quinn doesn't respond and when I look at her she looks terrified. "Q, what's wrong?"

"Puck's here," she says.

"What?" I get angry, fast. I've hated the guy ever since he knocked Quinn up and did nothing to offer support. I look around the room and see him standing there. He hasn't noticed us.

I step in front of Quinn and face her, hoping to get rid of her view of Puck. "Hey we can leave if you want?"

But before I can get an answer she's grabbing my face and kissing me. I'm too shocked to react and after a few seconds she pulls away and looks around me almost like it never happened.

"Q, what the hell?" I tell her taking her focus back to me.

"I'm sorry, so sorry. He was with some girl, kissing on her, and then he looked over here. I panicked," she tells me.

"Okay, well first thing a little warning would be nice and second don't ever kiss me again."

"I'm sorry, that'll never happen again. I swear."

"Considering who you saw I'll willing to let it slide this one time. Now let's go eat."

Santana's POV

Puck walks up to me while I'm on the phone. I hold up my finger telling him to wait a minute.

I set down the phone. "What's up, Puck?"

He is wearing this expression that I've never seen before; it's like he wants to say something, but is scared to. "I have to tell you something and you aren't going to like."

"Okay," I say hesitantly. "Just tell me Puck."

"I saw Brittany last night, she was with another girl," he says.

"So, it could've been a friend."

"Yeah well I doubt a friend would kiss her the way that girl was kissing Brittany."

My world starts crashing a little. "Are you sure it was her? You've never met Brittany."

He nods his head. "Rachel recognized her immediately."

"Well thank you for telling me."

"I'm sorry Santana," he says then leaves.

I can't believe this. I know we've only gone on a few dates, but I really thought I meant something to her. I shouldn't be surprised. She's a rich, spoiled brat, who enjoys playing the field. I knew her player ways couldn't be changed. Good thing I found this out now before getting invested even more with her or allowing my daughter to be around her. Fuck, Nina, how is this going to affect her? She's only three and doesn't understand this harsh world. Well, I need to end whatever this is now.

I send Brittany a quick text asking to meet up tonight, which she responses to quickly agreeing to. I can't believe that bitch thought she could pull one over on me and to think that I thought I was falling for her.

I go home later that day and upon seeing my mom she automatically knows something is wrong.

"What's wrong mi hija?" my mom asks when I practically storm into the kitchen.

I look around and see that Nina isn't in there. "I have to end things with Brittany."

"Why? I thought things were going great. You wanted to make everything official."

"Puck saw her kissing another girl."

"Really?"

"Yeah Rachel is an obsessed fan of Brittany's and instantly recognized her," I explain.

"Honey, I'm sure there's some kind of explanation."

"Doubt it. Brittany's a player, she always has been and I was stupid enough to believe I could change her. People don't change."

"Nonsense. Look at you, most people thought you were a bitch, but the second you met this girl you became a pile of mush. I think you should let her explain."

"No my decisions final," I walk out of the kitchen.

I meet Brittany around seven.

"Hi San," she goes in to kiss me, but I quickly turn my cheek.

Brittany gives me a confused look. "Okay, what's wrong?"

"We need to talk," I tell her and I can see the panic straight to rise over her face. "We can't see each other anymore."

"What? You're breaking up with me?" Wow she can really be dense sometimes.

"Yeah, I don't want to date anymore," I tell her.

"Did I do something wrong?" she asks. Seriously, she's not even going to own up to it.

"I don't think you're ready for a relationship. I need someone stable and you don't even have a job," I tell her my voice rising a little.

"No, I do have a job. I've been working at a dance studio for about a month now. I'm teaching there. I was going to tell you the other night, but you cancelled," she quickly gets out and I'm a little surprised at this news, but it doesn't change anything.

"That's great, but you're just starting your career. I need someone who is already in a career and stable," I tell her. It's the half truth; if she's not going to own up to kissing another girl then why should I give her the benefit of telling her what she actually did wrong.

I look her in the eyes and can see tears forming at the brim, but she's being strong to hold them back. Honestly, she looks like a kicked puppy, sad and defeated.

"Goodbye Brittany," I tell her and begin to walk away.

I feel her hand grab my wrist and pull me towards her some. "Wait."

"What?"

"I don't want you out of my life," she says so small that I can't help, but feel a tad guilty. Oh fuck it I shouldn't feel guilty after what she's done. "Can we still be friends?"

"I don't know." I tell her honestly.

"If I'm out of line on this one please let me know, but I still would like to take Nina to the park like before, I don't want to one day be in her life and the next be completely gone. She doesn't deserve that no matter what is happening between us."

My heart can't help, but to melt a little. Not many people would take a break up and still want to see my kid. I know Nina is fond of Brittany and it would break her heart if she couldn't go to the park with her and Rex.

"It's not out of line. Nina loves you and Rex, so I don't see why you couldn't take her the park sometimes," I tell her.

"Thank you," she says.

"Goodbye, Brit."

Brittany's POV

I can't help, but say the words that slip from my mouth. "I'm still going to fight for you."

"Okay, but you'll be wasting your time," she says then leaves.

"But you're worth it," I whisper to myself.

The tears that I've been holding back begin to roll down my cheeks as I walk back to my apartment. This was completely out of the blue and makes no sense. We were fine and this suddenly this. Something had to happen for her to change her mind. Oh God, what if she met someone else? This is just fucking peachy. I sit down on my couch with a pint of Ben & Jerry's Chocolate Brownie ice cream. I always eat it when I'm sad or upset. I rake my mind over everything searching for some reason, just for some explanation other than I'm not "stable". Please, I'm the most stable person for a twenty-two year old I know. Okay maybe not really, but still I thought Santana and I had something. I know I'm falling for her and I'm falling hard.

I had to ask to see Nina because I love that kid. This is unfair, that was just a bullshit line about stability. I continue to eat my ice cream as a few tears continue to roll down my cheeks. God, I have to get up and go to class and teach tomorrow, just fucking great. All I want to do is stay on this couch and sulk in my feelings.

After eating my ice cream, I take a long hot shower, and then go to bed. In my morning, my alarm screams through my room with some happy love song. Naturally, I hit the shit out of it. I hate today, I'm in a bad mood and I have to work on my senior project.

I walk into the studio in an okay mood, but things turn for the worse quickly. It's almost eleven and everyone has already gotten on my last nerve.

I let out a deep, frustrated sigh and rub my fingers to my temples. "Okay let's try this again."

I begin counting the steps and the other dancers are getting it until I see in the mirror one of the male dancers screw up again.

"Seriously, Rick, that's the fifth time you've messed that part up," I say angrily.

"I'm sorry," he mumbles.

"Let's call it a day," I hear Ashley say to the dancer.

Ashley is the other senior in charge, kind of like my co-captain, and has been my biggest rival all four years. When we got paired for this project we weren't exactly thrilled to be working with each other, but we haven't had too much of a problem until now.

"What? We can't call it a day. We have a little over a month before the performance and so much to do. No one can leave," I tell her with anger and annoyance laced in my voice.

"And it's a Friday and everyone is tried. We'll come back on Monday, fresh, and ready to work harder than everyone," Ashley directed that last part to others.

"Fine," I agree. Everyone begins to pack up.

Ashley stops me before I head out. "Brittany can I talk to you?"

"Sure."

We walk outside and take a seat by a fountain.

"I know we've been rivals for like ever and I've been a bitch to you, but are you okay?" she asks.

"I'm fine."

"Obviously you're not. Whatever your problem is you need to get over it and fast."

"I thought you'd be happy that I was taking things seriously and acting more like you," I tell her. She once told me that I needed to be more like her because I was having too much fun.

"You know why you're the lead on this and not me?" she asked.

"Because I'm better than you," I bluntly tell her.

"Party, but also it's because you are sweet and nice and can tell people what to do without jumping down their throat. The people here respect you because you're good and they listen to you because you aren't a bitch like me. So you might want to stop yelling at everyone before they lose that respect," she tells me.

She's getting up to leave when I say, "Thanks, Ash."

"Don't mention it. Really don't, we have a reputation to keep up," she smirks at me before taking off down the street.

Saturday comes around and my depression hasn't let up. I've gotten nicer to the other dancers, meaning I'm letting Ashley rip their heads off and not me. This Saturday I'm lucky and have the day off. I'm sitting on my couch in sweat pants and a baggy t-shirt. I haven't done anything today. I have my hair in a messy bun and I'm wearing my glasses. I have chips lying on my lap and I'm watching romantic comedies. Well I'm more yelling at the movies because life doesn't happen that way.

Mid way through Hitched there's a knock on my door. I don't move because frankly I don't care who it is. The person knocks again and soon I'm left in my solitude. Then I hear a key in the door and it opening. That means that Quinn has let her self into the apartment. She's had a key since I moved in; it's the same with her place, I have a key to it. She comes in and sees me.

"Oh my god what has happen to you?" she asks.

"Nothing," I tell her.

"Yeah because staying in your sweats, eating chips, and watching Hitched is completely normal for you. You're depressed, what happened?" Quinn knows me too well.

I take a couple breaths and let her settle in beside me. "Santana doesn't want to see me anymore." And here come the tears again. I thought I was done crying.

Quinn pulls me in her side and now I'm sobbing on her shoulder. "Oh Britt I'm so sorry. I know how much you liked this girl."

I'm shaking my head. "I think I was in love with her."

"Oh Britt." Quinn cradles me as I continue to sob. "It's going to be okay."

A/N: Okay, don't hate me. I promise this will turn out good, but as we all know life isn't fair and things aren't so happy, so I need to tone down the happiness. But trust me things will be okay and everything I write comes in full circle.