Chapter 6; break-up
Brittany's POV
"Rise and shine, beautiful." I heard my wife whispering in my ear and kissing it afterwards.
I turned around and met the smiling face of Santana. I smiled back and she leaned in to kiss me on the lips. My hand went through her hair and my other hand came to rest on the small of her back.
"I like to wake up like that every day." I said as we pulled apart. Santana smiled again and kissed me again.
"MILO! I NEED TO GO TO THE DAMN TOILET! STOP SHAVING YOUR LEGS AND GET OUT YOU DOOFUS!" I heard Leigh yelling.
"I'M NOT SHAVING MY LEGS YOU NASTY! I'M SHOWERING!" I heard Milo yelling back.
"I'M COMING IN ANYWAY!" A door opened followed by a scream.
"GET OUT CREEP!"
"I JUST NEED TO PEE! TURN AROUND!"
"Ah, our angels are up. What a good start of the day." Santana said, chuckling.
I kissed her one more time before getting out of bed. However Santana pulled me back in bed and started kissing me again.
"Baby, I need to get up." I said as I was trying to pull away.
"It's Saturday. The kids are going to their own thing, out of the house I might add. Leigh is going to her tutor and Milo is going over to Peter. We have the house all to ourselves."
"Oooh, in that case." I kissed back.
I was so happy. I can't believe that I went almost a year of my life without this, without Santana.
"Hey baby?" I said to Santana as we were cuddling on the couch after a long day of not seeing each other.
"Yes?" Santana said, kissing my forehead.
"Do you think we are ready?"
"Ready? Ready for what?"
"To have kids." I felt Santana froze. I looked up and saw that her eyes were with a little fear.
"Kids? Why do we need kids? We're only 23 years old. We aren't even married."
"Since when do you need to be married if you want children? Besides, we've been together for 5 years if you don't count the day we met. I think we should have a child."
"But I'm in the middle of getting my PhD. And like I said, we are only 23 years old. We're too young."
"Santana, you don't know how long conceiving will last. It can work on the first try but it can also work after a year or even longer. If we want kids, we should start now."
"Well, I don't want them."
I was shocked.
"Who doesn't want them?"
"I do! They are dirty, they cry and cost a lot of money. We don't need kids Britt!"
"But I want them!"
"Well, you don't have a say in this! I'm not agreeing with this."
"I don't have a say in this? It's OUR relationship! I can't believe you! Why didn't you tell me?" I started to yell and getting frustrated.
"Like you said, we got together when we were 18. If I told you then, wouldn't you started a relationship with me?"
"Well, I don't know!"
We stared at each other and I saw hurt in Santana's eyes. Then anger and she walked away, putting on her shoes.
"Where the hell are you going?"
"I'm going out. I need to cool off before I say something I will regret." She said and was grabbing her keys.
"Right! Run away Santana! Like you have been doing every time it gets a little hard! I'm feeling that I'm dealing with the 16-year old you again for the past weeks!"
Santana only turned around to glare at me and went out the door. I let out a frustrated scream.
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"I'm feel like I'm losing her. For two months we have been fighting and if it gets a little hard, she runs away! I don't know how the deal with this, Quinn. She is pulling away." I said as Quinn and I were sitting on the couch of Santana's and mine apartment.
"I don't know Britt. Maybe she doesn't like to fight with you." Quinn said.
I took a sip of the wine we were drinking.
"Well, she should just finish them instead of running away. It feels like I'm in high school again. One minute we're good, the next we are fighting over relationship stuff. And I'm worried right now because I have no idea where she is."
"She will come back Britt. She will always come back to you."
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But she didn't. At least to spent the night at our apartment. I don't know how many texts I've sent her or how many calls. I felt asleep apparently. I went to the kitchen and started making tea when I heard the front door. I quickly walked to the hall and saw Santana standing there. I let out a sight of relieve and went over to hug her.
"Thank God! I was so worried." When I pulled back, I noticed she didn't hugged me back.
"What's wrong?" I asked, more than worried now.
"I'm so sorry!" Santana bursted out in tears.
"It's okay. You're back now."
"No, not that! I'm so sorry Britt!"
"What are you sorry for?" Now I was confused.
"I went to a bar yesterday after our fight. There was this girl…" She cried now even harder.
My heart broke because I didn't needed to hear what had happened with that girl. But I had to ask.
"You slept with her?" I asked, with tears in my eyes.
Santana only nodded. My heart broke even further now that she confirmed.
"Oh my God. Oh my God." was the only thing that came out of my mouth.
"Britt, I'm so sorry." She reached out to touch me but I flinched away.
"I can't believe it. It's high school all over again. Are we really having that much trouble?" I asked out loud to myself.
"I couldn't help myself. This girl was sweet, caring and made me feel loved."
"I CAN MAKE YOU FEEL LOVED! YOU CAN'T BLAME ME FOR THIS! YOU CHEATED!"
"BECAUSE YOU WANT SOMETHING AGAINST MY WILL!"
"YOU ARE PUSHING ME AWAY! YOU'RE BRINGING UP YOUR WALLS AGAIN LIKE IN HIGH SCHOOL! I THOUGHT I COULD BREAK THEM DOWN AGAIN, BUT I COULDN'T! AND I'M TIRED SANTANA! I'M TIRED!"
"Britt, lets just calm down. We can talk about it."
"No, I don't think I can talk about it. I'm just too tired. For the last couple of months I got even more tired. I need the energy back again."
"Wait, Britt. Are you saying what I think you are saying?" Santana looked at me.
"I…I think we should break up."
It was so quiet after I said that sentence. I never thought I would say that sentence to Santana.
"Britt, we can talk about this. We can figure this out!" Santana was crying again. I felt my own tears fall.
"No, we can't. What we had for the past months wasn't healthy. Look what it made of us. I need the time to get my energy back."
"But I love you!" Santana yelled with tears streaming down her face. I almost went over to her and hugged her. Almost.
"I'm sorry. I'm going to pack my stuff and I will be back for my other stuff an other time."
Santana didn't stop me when I stood up and walked to the bedroom to start packing my stuff I would need. I texted Quinn to ask if I could stay there for a while and she texted me back that I was always welcome. After 15 minutes I came back to the living room where Santana stared at me.
"Where are you staying?"
"I don't think it's a great idea to say that to you. It's better if we don't have contact."
"Right. I'm so sorry Britt." Santana said, looking down.
I didn't say anything and walked out the door.
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After 3 weeks, it was time I went back to get the rest of my stuff for the new place I got. I went around a time I knew Santana wasn't home. I parked the car and went inside the building with my old key. I stood in front the door and hoped that Santana didn't changed the locks. Thinking about Santana still hurt. I put my key in, but the door wasn't locked. I opened the door and walked inside.
"Jamie? Is that you?" I heard Santana's voice yell from the kitchen.
I closed the door and Santana just came in to the hall.
"Oh, Brittany…" She said softly, her eyes also going soft.
"I just came here to get the rest of my stuff." I said as I moved inside. I saw that everything had changed. I didn't saw anything from me anymore.
"Oh, right. I just put all your stuff in boxes in the bedroom closet."
I waked to the bedroom and opened the closet. There were two boxes with 'Brittany' on it.
"Thanks." I lifted the boxes in my arms and went to the door again.
"Uhm…" I knew Santana wanted to say something.
"I didn't knew you were home. I thought you were at school today. Or else I wouldn't come of course." I said quickly, not looking in her eyes.
"That's okay. By the way, Jamie is just a friend. She was going to teach me how the cook." Santana said, still with the soft voice.
"I don't really care who Jamie is." I said with honest.
Before I went out the door, I saw Santana nod and open her mouth but I was already closing the door.
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It's been already 9 months since Santana and I broke up. After I was at her place to get my stuff, she texted me a couple of times and sent me flowers. I didn't response on it because I couldn't stop picturing her with a other girl, having sex. I got a job at a dance studio since 4 months already and I'm having the best time. It was when I just got home when I got that phone call.
"Hello?"
"Brittany?" I heard my mom's voice. I could hear she had been crying.
"Mom, what's wrong?" I asked with worry in my voice.
"Britt, your…your father had a heart attack!" My mom was crying again.
I felt my heart stop for a second.
"Is he still alive?"
"I don't know! The doctors won't tell me anything! Please come here! Please!"
"Mom, I'll be there in a hour." I hung up the phone.
I ran into my bedroom to get a bag and putting some clothes and toiletries in it. I was still packing when someone knocked on my door. I ran to the door and opened it. Santana was standing there.
"Santana, I don't have time for you! I have to go!" I ran back to get my bag and walked back to the door.
"Your mom called me." She said.
I looked at her. I saw she also had a bag with her.
"I'm coming with you. You shouldn't go alone." Santana said, trying to hold my hand. I snatched my hand away from her grip.
"I don't want you to come. You're not my GIRLFRIEND." I started to get angry again. I just wanted to leave.
"No, but I'll always be your best friend. You need me. Come on, get in my car. I drive."
She grabbed my bag and threw it in her car next to hers. She walked over to the passenger seat and opened the door for me. I rolled my eyes and quickly sat in the car. Santana closed the door and went to sit behind the wheel. After 15 minutes, she tried to make a conversation.
"How are you doing?"
"Well my father just had a heart attack. I'm feeling great!"
"I meant before that. After we…" She didn't finish her sentence.
"I was doing alright. I got a job at that dance studio I always wanted to teach."
"Wow Britt that's great!" Santana smiled as she glanced at me.
I felt my cheeks getting red. My heart was beating really hard and the butterflies in my stomach were fluttering. After 9 months, she still had that affect on me.
"Are you seeing anybody?" She asked.
Now I didn't know if I should be honest or not. Maybe I just had to tell her.
"Uhm… I had a couple of one night stands. What about you?"
I saw how Santana's smile dropped from her face. She cleared her throat before answering.
"I…uh… I went out with that girl two times. But after that, nobody."
She didn't needed to tell me who that girl was. I couldn't believe. She tried to go out with the girl who ruined our relationship. Well… who made sure that that was the drop for me.
"Great." I muttered.
"What?" Santana asked.
"Why would you try to date the girl who ruined our relationship?"
"She didn't ruined our relationship."
"You cheated on me with her."
"You're not over that already? It has been 9 months."
"Of course I'm not over it! The girl who I loved with my whole heart has betrayed me. And I still love her. That is the worst part."
After that we didn't really spoke. It was until we were at the hospital that she said something.
"I'm going to park and then I'll be waiting for you in the waiting area."
I just nodded and stepped outside the car. I ran inside the hospital to the front desk.
"I'm looking for Wiliam Pierce."
The man behind the desk looked at the computer.
"Yes, mr. Pierce is in room 42, right down the hall." The man said, pointing to the hall right from me.
I ran to room 42 and burst in. My mom looked up at me and started sobbing.
"Brittany… he's alive!" My mom stood up to hug me.
I went over to my father and looked at him. He was getting old. He only had grey hair on his head and was starting to get those age freckles. And all those tubes on him made him even look older. I bent over to kiss his head.
"I'm here daddy."
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I went to get coffee, when I saw that Santana was still in the waiting area. To be honest, I totally forgot she was even here. She saw me, stood up and walked over to me.
"How is he doing?" She asked, her eyes worried.
"He's alive. He needs to stay in the hospital for a few more days but other than that, he seems fine."
"That's good to hear. Are you going to stay here for those days?"
"Yeah, I am. You can go home now."
I turned to walk away but a hand grabbing my wrist is stopping me.
"I'm not going anywhere and you know it. I'm going to be here for you. And I'm staying here with you." She said with soft eyes.
"Okay. I was going to get coffee, you want some?" I asked.
"I walk with you." Santana smiled at me.
We walked to the cafeteria, to the coffee machine. Santana was making our coffees. As I looked to her, I couldn't help but fall in love with her again. Not that I fell out of love with her. But now, she was even more beautiful than I remembered. She was being sweet, caring, loving. I felt my heart beat faster and the butterflies in my stomach flutter hard. I had the urge to kiss her and it took all my strength to not to do it.
"So, I'll guess I just go to my parents' house tonight. I should give them a phone call…"
"Stay with me." I said before realizing what exactly came out of my mouth.
"What?"
"I mean, my mom is going to stay here and the hospital lets only one guest be by the patient so I'll have to go to my old home. But I don't really want to be alone tonight."
"Oh... Yeah, of course." Santana smiled at me again. She handed over our coffee and we walked back.
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Four hours later, I was brushing my hair in my old room as Santana stepped in.
"I was going to make us some food but all I found in the fridge was bacon… I think I solved the heart attack mystery."
I laughed. It was really good to laugh with Santana again.
"I didn't really thank you properly for coming with me. You really shouldn't have."
I sat on the bed and patted the spot next to me for Santana to sit. She went over and sat next to me.
"No, I should. I mean, you're my best friend. You needed me."
Something about best friend bothered me. I wanted to be more than a best friend. But I'm afraid that if we are in a relationship together, that it will go the same way again.
"Look Britt, I'm really sorry for everything. You had every right to break up with me. I was indeed acting the same way like in high school." Santana said, looking into my eyes.
"But I have to be honest right now. Not seeing you for 9 months was a hell for me. I mean, I spent my life with you since we were 12. I wasn't used that you weren't around. You don't know how many times I regret not fighting for you. But I thought it was for the best. That you needed a break from me. And when you showed up in our…uh… my apartment, all my feelings came back. That's why I texted you and sent you flowers for a week. And when you didn't answer me, I got your message. And Sam and Quinn said you were back on your feet again. And I was relieved that you were doing alright. And my feelings were disappearing. But when I first saw you since months, all of my feelings came back and I realized, I wanted to do anything to make you happy again."
"San…"
"I love you Brittany. I love you with whole my heart and I don't want to spent another minute without you. I actually," Santana reached into her pocket and a black velvet box came out, ", I even got a ring. I mean, I had the ring when we were together and I was going to ask someday. But all I want is to marry you and have a house full of kids if that what you want. Because I know I do."
I was in shock. Was she really proposing?
"You don't have to answer right away-"
"I want that too."
Santana looked at me again and after a while smiled softly.
"Really?"
"Yes, I want to marry you."
I leaned forward and placed my lips gently on hers. I felt sparkles and fireworks after not kissing her for 9 months.
"Lets start a family."
"MOM! MA! LEIGH IS BEING DISGUSTING!"
"SHUT UP WUS! I WASN'T!"
"GET OUT OF THE BATHROOM ALREADY!"
"ALRIGHT, CALM YOUR MAN TITS!"
"I DO NOT HAVE MAN TITS!"
"DO TOO!"
"DO NOT!"
"DO TOO!"
Even though we didn't have a house full of kids, I was happy I got the spent the rest of my life with Santana. Because what we have now, I wouldn't have wanted it any other way.