Disclaimer: I do not own Glee. That would be Fox.

Chapter 7

"So tell me all about Santana Lopez...". Brittany looked up from the cup of coffee in her hands with a small smile on her lips.

"Well you are one of my favorite things to talk about, but what do you want to know?"

Santana looked away from Brittany and out across the well manicured lawn in front of the bench they were sitting on. They had grabbed coffee and walked in comfortable silence for a few blocks, pinky's linked, until they had reached this small quiet park tucked into the neighborhood near the therapist office. Santana watched a few children playing on the small jungle gym for a moment before returning her gaze back to the blonde sitting close nest to her.

"Ok, so how did you an I meet?" Santana felt herself smile instantly at the way that Brittany's eyes light up at the thought of their first meeting.

"Well actually, we met in a park kind of like this one. Only a bit bigger, and it had a duck pond in it. It was the park near both our houses in Lima. That is in Ohio if you didn't know. Anyways, I was chasing a duck when I ran into you. I mean like actually ran into you. Or more fell on you. We were 8. You started yelling at me in spanish at first, but then when we got up you stopped yelling." Santana looked like she had a question so Britt paused and nodded her head to let her ask.

"So I only spoke spanish?"

"No, you spoke some english, just not alot. And when ever you get mad you usually yell and cuss in spanish, even now. You were born in Puerto Rico, and you moved to america that summer. You had only been here a couple weeks when we met. We have been talking for a while about taking a trip to Puerto Rico some day. Maybe as a late honeymoon, we never got a chance to take one."

"Maybe when I get my memory back we can start planning it." Santana said almost absentmindedly. "So you fell on me and I was yelling at you, huh?"

Brittany smiled broadly at the suggestion of taking a trip to see Santana's home before she continued. "Well so as soon as you actually looked at me you stopped yelling. You were the prettiest girl I had ever seen and I decided right then that we should be friends. We spent the whole day together and when my sister told me it was time to go home for dinner I started to cry because I was afraid that I would never get to see you again. But you promised we would, and I made you pinky swear that we would play again soon."

"So that's where the pinky holding thing came from?"

"Yeah, I guess. I never really thought about it, but yes. After that day we always held pinkys. Anyway, that night I went home and told my mom that I had a new best friend and that I was gonna marry you. She laughed, I guess because I said I was gonna marry a girl I just met. But I was right, cuz I did end up marrying you!" Brittany beamed as she looked down at the simple platinum bands on each of their right hands. Santana followed her eyes down to the matching rings and raised an eyebrow.

"Okay, I may be completely wrong about this Britt, but aren't wedding rings supposed to go on your left hand, not your right?" Brittany began to blush as she bit her lip in that way that now made Santana's heart pound and her mouth go dry.

"Yeah, that was my fault. At the wedding when we went to exchange rings I got kind of confused, maybe I am ring dyslexic or something, and put it on you right hand, and you thought it was cute and so you put mine on my right hand too. We planned on switching them to the left after the ceremony, but you said that you loved that it made us a bit different from everybody else, so we kept them like this." Santana started to laugh at the idea of ring dyslexia but when Brittany looked deeply into Santana's eyes the look of love that Britt gave her took her breath away. Santana's hand instinctively slid forward and her pinky wrapped it's way around Brittany's. Brittany smiled shyly as she felt their hands join. After a few seconds Santana cleared her throat and decided to ask another question before things got any more intense.

"So we have been best friends ever since?" She hoped that her voice was more confident than it sounded in her own ears.

"Basically. We had kind of a big fight our junior year of high school and didn't talk much outside of Glee club for part of the year." As Britt mentioned their junior year her eyes became slightly distant and she looked a bit like she might cry. Santana felt a wave of anxiety wash over her when Brittany mentioned them having a fight. She wasn't sure why, and some how she felt fairly sure that what ever had happened was her fault, but she knew that she didn't want to hear about it right now. There would be time for those kinds of details later.

"So what the hell is a Glee club exactly?" Santana said quickly, hoping to move away from the thought of them having fought.

Brittany laughed at Santana's question. "That is exactly what I asked Quinn when she made us audition for it! Glee club is a fancy name for show choir. It means that we got to sing and dance together with all of our friends. Well mostly I danced and you sang. You have an amazing voice San." Santana felt her cheeks flush at the compliment.

"Why did Quinn make us join? I saw pictures of us in cheerleader uniforms. Why would cheerleaders join the choir?"

"Well that's kinda extra complicated. See Quinn's boyfriend at the time Finn joined the club, and Rachel was kind of throwing herself at him. Quinn got super jealous of Rachel and at the same time our cheer coach Sue Sylvester hated Mr Shuester, so coach got the idea that we should join the club to keep Quinn from losing Finn and so we could spy on the club and destroy it from the inside."

"Wait what? I am beyond lost. Quinn and Rachel were fighting over some guy? The same Quinn and Rachel that are our friends and a couple? And we were spies? Okay, that is beyond weird."

"Yep. I hoped we would get to wear trench coats and sneak around with cool gadgets, but mostly we just watched the club and reported back to coach. And Quinn and Rachel, they hated each other in high school, or at least they pretended to hate each other. They were always fighting over guys, Finn and Puck mostly. That was why we were so surprised when they got together. They managed to keep it a secret from us for almost a whole year. I mean you and I kept our relationship secret longer than they did, but I think everybody pretty much knew that we were together..." Santana saw Brittany's eyes drop to the grass in front of them, the far off look returning once more.

"I have a bad feeling that was my fault wasn't it? And that is why we fought during our junior year isn't it?" Some how Santana knew that she was right, and was terrified of the answer.

Brittany nodded and took a deep breath. "Yeah. You were afraid of what people would think if they thought you were gay. So you wanted to keep us a secret. You kind of broke my heart. I wasn't sure I could ever forgive you. But I did, it took time, but I did." Brittany smiled softly, but the smile didn't quite reach her eyes. Santana could feel her own heart breaking.

"I am so so so sorry Brittany. I can't imagine what I was thinking or why I would want us to be a secret..." Santana trailed off as she felt hot tears begin to run down her cheeks. Brittany reached over and pulled Santana close to her chest, resting her small frame against her body. The small latina began to sob into Brittany's shoulder. She could hear Brittany softly reassuring her, telling her that it was okay, and that made Santana cry even harder. Santana knew that she wasn't just crying about having hurt Brittany. She was crying about everything that she felt like she was missing, that may be lost forever.

Some how Santana knew, and had know since she had opened her eyes in the hospital that her entire world belonged to the woman that now held her, letting her cry out all of the hurt and frustration that had accumulated in just a few short days. After a few minutes the sobs had subsided and Brittany felt Santana shift into her, burying her head deeper into the crook of the taller girls neck.

"It's okay San. It really is. Things are going to be okay. I promise." Britt softly stroked the back of Santana's head and felt the smaller girl shake her head against her and mumble something that sounded like a 'no'. "Hey, look at me, please S." After a few seconds Santana leaned back, her cheeks stained with tears, her eyes cast down to avoid Brittany's. Brittany hated to see Santana so broken, so afraid. She could see the hurt and fear in her wife's deep brown eyes. Brittany ran her fingers lightly over Santana's cheeks, brushing away the tears that were still slowly falling. Santana glanced up for a few seconds and looked away before muttering 'sorry'. "You have nothing to be sorry for Santana. It's about a fight that you don't even remember so don't be sorry. We got over that along time ago, we were stronger because of it."

"It's not just that Britt. Of course I am sorry for it, even if I don't remember hurting you. But it is more about all of this." She used her hands to motion between their bodies. "About everything I have lost. That we have lost. What if I never get it back? What if I never remember meeting you? Or getting married? Or loving you? What if that is gone forever?" Santana took a deep breath, on the verge of sobbing again when Brittany leaned forward and pressed her lips to Santana's. She gasped at the contact, closing her eyes. She remained motionless, with the feeling of Brittany's lips against hers for a few seconds, unsure of what to do. And then she gave in to the wave of emotions that were suddenly surging through her body. The kiss was slow, tentative but filled with passion. She felt her hand slide up behind Brittany's head, her fingers lacing into the blonde's hair, pulling her closer. Their lips danced together for what felt like an eternity, tongues gently exploring one another, until finally they both had to break the contact from lack of air. Brittany pressed her forehead to Santana's as they both breathed heavily for a few seconds.

"If you never remember any of that, any of our past, then we just have to make new memories. Starting with this. Our second first kiss." Brittany leaned back to look into Santana's eyes again. Tears were still falling, but this time Santana made eye contact and a small smile graced her lips. "I love you Santana, I always have and I always will."

"You are amazing Brittany..." Was all Santana managed before Brittany leaned in to give her another soft kiss.

"Let's go home San, we still have lots to talk about"

"Great idea Britt."