There is a time jump, it's about two months. Thank you to those who reviewed. I know what I'm doing with this story now. My friend Lauren said she wouldn't read this. I will not update again until I'm sure she's read this. So if I don't update, blame her. :).

Santana sat at her desk and started reading through a new case. She and Brittany had gotten over the 'honeymoon phase' and have started to get on each other's nerves. It made Santana upset. She hated fighting with her girlfriend. Currently they were on bad terms. Santana had thought it would be a good idea to make Brittany breakfast and had even woken up early to do so. Turns out, it wasn't such a good idea.

Santana carried the tray with Brittany's plate of food on it. She knew this would make the blonde happy. It was her favorite breakfast food and orange juice. The fight from last night would be forgotten as soon as Brittany saw what the Latina had done.

"Hey Britt Britt." Santana said setting the tray down on the dresser. Brittany looked up and smiled at how gentle the brunette sounded.

"I made you breakfast." The tan girl said picking the tray back up and set it down over Brittany's lap. The food smelled amazing, and the pancakes were even shaped like ducks. It made the blonde smile, and as she took her first bite she immediately frowned.

"I can't eat this in here Santana." She yelled in a hushed tone. Santana dropped her brow.

"Why not?"

"The cookie monster will come and steal away my food and he'll hurt us…. I heard he's viscous." Santana sighed. Her girlfriend wasn't stupid, she just knew other kinds of things that most people didn't.

"Britt, he's not real. Even if he was, he wouldn't hurt us. He only eats cookies." Brittany's eyes widened.

"Now we can't eat cookies!"

"We can. He isn't real."

"Why are you being so inconsistent!" Santana looked at her girlfriend with a confused expression, but realized she meant inconsiderate.

"Babe…"

"I'm going to get ready. Just go."

Santana put the papers down and rubbed her temples. She was at the end of her rope. Everything she did set the blonde off and she was terrified. Soon Brittany wouldn't be her girlfriend if she kept messing up. She picked her phone up from the desk and scrolled through her contacts before landing on a familiar name.

"Hello, this is Puck. Why the hell haven't you called in so long?" she heard Noah say when he answered the call. She let out a sigh of relief. She thought she had gotten his voicemail. She hadn't called in so long because she was busy, but she really wished she could call more often. She missed her best friend. Actually, the only thing she missed about Cali was the guy.

"I've been busy, I'm sorry. How are you and Lauren?"

"Awesome. How are you and the hot blonde?" he asked sounding strangely concerned.

"We just keep fighting. Everything I do makes her mad. I don't know what to do anymore." She whispered into the phone, her voice cracking.

"Well stop doing whatever you're doing." She shook her head.

"I've done anything and everything I could think of to make things better."

"Then stop thinking. Talk to the girl." She knew it wasn't that simple. This had been going on a few months.

"Bring her flowers and dinner and talk to her. Ask her what happened. You might not be able to think of anything you did or didn't do, but she probably can. Girls are weird Santana, you know that. Then after its all better you can make lady babies again." He laughed out at the last part. Santana smiled and continued to catch up with her best friend. He always made her feel better when she was at her worst. They hung up when it was lunch time for the brunette and she decided to call Brittany.

"Hey Brittany." She said the second the girl answered.

"Hi."

"Do you want to go to lunch?"

"I can't." Brittany said and hung up right after. She couldn't do this to the Latina anymore. She would have to tell her soon, maybe even tonight.

Brittany sat inside her home on the couch with her phone in hand. Santana would be home any minute, and then they could get this conversation over with. The blonde felt terrible for lying and hiding things from the brunette. She had wanted to tell the Latina after it first happened, but she couldn't bare making the girl sad. She knew that Santana would be upset for hiding it from her, but it was better late than never, right? The front door opened and Brittany sat in awe as her girlfriend walked through the door with her favorite flowers and takeout. She stood quickly and got the flowers, saying a quiet thank you before putting them into a vase. Santana walked through to the kitchen and sat the food on the table, giving Brittany her order. Brittany opened her mouth to speak, but the tan girl beat her to it.

"I'm sorry for this morning, and every other fight. Brittany I love you, and I feel so stupid for not knowing what I did, so I'm begging you to just talk to me. What did I do wrong?" The blonde stared at her food. She couldn't believe that Santana actually though this was her fault. The pale girl felt terrible.

"You didn't do anything." She muttered, not meeting the Latina's eyes.

"I had to do something to make you so mad."

"We can talk after, okay? I just want to eat." She said and took a bite of food. Usually she loved Thai food, but today it just made her sick.

Brittany led the brunette to the couch after they ate. The dinner had been tense and quiet. The silence was uncomfortable, which was something neither girl was used to. It was unnerving. Brittany knew what was going to happen, what was going to be said, but Santana had no idea. They say and the blonde took a shaky breath, and looked up into the brunettes eyes. Santana saw how nervous and scared the blonde was, so she took her hand and intertwined their fingers.

"I'm so sorry Santana." Brittany choked out. The Latina dropped her brow but continued to listen. The taller girl swallowed visibly before continuing.

"I've…." The doorbell interrupted Brittany's speech and Santana took her hand from Brittany's and walked to answer the door. She opened the door to see a guy in a wheelchair.

"Who the hell are you?" She asked impatiently. She might not have known the guy, but he got on her nerves already.

"Artie, I'm here to see Brittany." Santana's heart dropped. Everything added up now. The calls that Brittany only took outside, the texting to an unknown number. Brittany saw Artie and immediately hated herself. She knew what it looked like to Santana.

"Santana, it isn't what it looks like…." She said standing next to the Latina. She tentatively reached out a hand to touch the girl but Santana brushed her off. Brittany's eyes welled up with tears.

"What did I do wrong Brittany? Why him? He treated you so terribly and I know that I didn't! What did I do to make you seek someone else's attention…." The tan girl questioned, tears already running down her face. She walked into her room and opened the closet and got a suitcase. Brittany ran in after her.

"I didn't cheat on you!" she yelled at her. Santana looked at Brittany brokenly and started throwing her clothes into the suitcase.

"I wasn't born yesterday. All those calls and texts, was it him?" Brittany faltered.

"How did you…?"

"I wasn't oblivious! Or I was, but it doesn't matter now." Santana stalked out the room and looked at the boy who had a smirk on his face.

"Look, I'm not afraid to hit a crippled so wipe the smirk off your face, and listen." Artie's eyes widened as she backed him into a corner.

"San…." Brittany pleaded but the Latina paid no attention.

"You had your turn for two damn years, and you gave it up. You used her like she was nothing. You know what? She's everything. She's the best thing that has ever walked on this planet and you can't see it. Why couldn't those two years be enough for you? Why couldn't you let her be happy with me? I loved her god damnit!" she lifted her hand to smack the guy but put her hand down.

"You hurt her and I'll murder you." She said coldly before whipping around to the crying blonde behind her.

"I just want you to be happy Brittany, so if he's what makes you happy… Then be happy…"

"Santana don't…." Brittany started.

"No Brittany. I can't let myself make you unhappy. You deserve to smile everyday, and I've been making you mad everyday. So…." Santana couldn't believe she wasn't mad at Brittany. She was mad at the crippled. She also couldn't believe they were ending like this. Just two months ago they were at Brittany's sister's house. Two months ago everything was perfect. Maybe destiny was trying to tell Santana she wasn't destined to be happy.

"We're done. I'm letting you go.' She said finally and walked into the bedroom and got her suitcase.

"I'll pick up the rest of my stuff tomorrow." She called and walked out the house, slamming the door behind her. Brittany plopped down on the couch and let the tears flow freely. A hand touched her shoulder and she looked up from her hands.

"Get the fuck off of me." She spat and Artie recoiled and hurt flashed through his eyes.

"Do I still get the job?" he asked and she looked at him like he was crazy. Santana thinks she cheated on her, and all he can think about is some stupid job they had been discussing for the last few months. Artie lost his job and was on his way to being homeless. He had called the blonde as a last resort and she didn't want to tell the brunette until she was sure he was going to be working for her. Now it had all blown up in her face and she felt like dying. Santana was her life, without her she wasn't alive anymore. Not emotionally, anyway. Nothing mattered anymore.

"Just leave." She whispered and laid down on the couch in the fetal position. She didn't look up but heard the door open and close. She continued to cry, and shake from how hard she was crying. She hated herself for hurting the only thing that mattered to her as of late. She hated that she was the one to blame for losing the best thing that had ever happened to her.