Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or its characters.

A/N: Thank you so much for the reviews/favs/follows!

This chapter has a couple of flashbacks, I hope it's not too confusing. Thanks for reading

Chapter seven

Glee rehearsals were more often because Sectionals was fast approaching. Santana walked anxiously into the choir room, for once she was the first one there. She made her way to the back row of seats and sat down resting her head against the back wall. She felt physically ill, she hadn't seen Brittany since their kiss yesterday and it's all she had been thinking about. She felt her palms start to sweat in anticipation of the choreographer to arrive. She waited for Brittany to text her last night, she wished she had Brittany's number but the blonde hadn't sent her a message yet so that she'd have her number as well. Santana scoffed and shook her head, she wouldn't even know what to say, she closed her eyes and began nervously bouncing her leg up and down to try and relieve her restlessness. She heard the choir room door creak, her eyes shot open and she quickly lifted her head from the wall. To her disappointment… or relief (she wasn't sure) it wasn't the blonde dancer it was only Rachel and Finn. She rolled her eyes at how fast Finn seemed to be moving on, sure she never had real feelings for him but it still didn't do much for her pride. The shine off the black piano caught her eye and she blushed a little at the new memory she now had of it.

Santana took one last look at Brittany's pink glossy lips before closing her eyes and pressing her own against them.

Brittany gasped against the Latina's plump lips, her mind was fuzzy and her stomach was doing flips. It didn't take long before Brittany's thinner lips were moving back against Santana's causing both of them to whimper into each other. Brittany's hands made their way up to the younger girl's waist as she slowly walked them backwards. Santana grunted and dropped the choreographer's keys when her back hit the piano harshly. Their body's pressed together as Santana put her arms around Brittany's neck pulling the blonde closer. Santana bravely ran her tongue along Brittany's lower lip begging for access and Brittany obliged by sucking the Latina's tongue into her mouth. Santana hummed at the feeling as both their tongues danced together. Brittany's hands caressed the Latina's sides as their hips began to rock together in desperation. Neither one of them had felt, just kissing, feel so intensely passionate. Santana's heart was bursting. She loosened her hug-like grip on the blonde and rested her hands on the woman's pale neck, caressing her jawline with her thumbs. The kiss slowed as they retracted their tongues and their lips did all the work. Their hips were still rocking into each other but not as violently. Brittany's head started to clear from the initial shock and pleasure of the kiss and she opened her eyes and suddenly stepped away from the Latina. Her heart was racing and her chest was heaving up and down. Santana almost fell forward at the lack of contact and watched the look of utter surprise on Brittany's face. The blonde's mouth was hanging open and the blush on her cheeks became a pale tone. She bent over to pick up her keys off the floor where they had been forgotten in a moment of raw lust, she turned and ran out the door. Santana leaned against the piano, her heart was beating so loudly she could hear it in her ears. Her body was buzzing and her lips tingled, her legs were jelly and she was panting as if she'd just done one of her cheer-leading routines. She could still taste the minty flavor of Brittany's chewing gum. Yep, she was definitely gay. Once she began to calm down, her heart sank, she had just had the best fucking kiss of her life but it dawned on her that Brittany had left. She had literally run away. Away from Santana.

While Santana was daydreaming about the previous afternoon and wondering how Brittany was feeling, the rest of the class had arrived and taken their seats.

"Where'd you just go?" Quinn asked from her right.

"What? Nowhere?" Santana scrunched her nose in confusion.

"You were day dreaming." Quinn specified.

"No I wasn't." Santana said defensively.

"Sam and I said hi to you when we came in and you didn't even notice." Quinn stated crossing her arms across her chest.

Santana looked to her left and noticed that Sam was sitting next to her. She shrugged and looked to the door hoping Brittany was just late and wasn't avoiding her. Had she ruined their blossoming friendship? Glee's chance at winning sectionals with their outstanding dancing routines. Had she screwed it up with the one person she felt she could open up to? She rested her head back against the wall.

"So who's the new guy you've been seeing?" Quinn's voice interrupted her thoughts.

"What?" Santana asked incredulously.

"Oh please. I've seen that look on just about every girl at this school. You're love sick."

"I am not." Santana retorted.

"Are you back with Finn?"

"Obviously not." Santana said glaring at Rachel who was talking to Finn and touching him as much as she could. Quinn gave Santana a suspicious glare and then faced the whiteboard at the front of the room where Mr Schue was writing some assignment on the board that they had to do as well as their sectionals work. Santana wasn't concentrating. Brittany wasn't here, was she going to quit being choreographer because of their kiss? Was she that freaked out about it that she couldn't ever face Santana again? She sunk a little in her chair as she felt the air get trapped in her lungs.

Suddenly Santana stood up and walked to the door.

"Santana? Where are you going?" Mr Schue asked mid-sentence.

"Umm… forgot something." she said and hurriedly rushed out of the room. Great she was on the verge of a panic attack, today was going so well.

She was on her way to the bathroom when she rounded the corner and crashed straight into someone.

Brittany sat at the steering wheel of her parked car in front of her apartment. She hadn't stopped shaking since leaving the choir room, leaving Santana. She was flustered and she couldn't wrap her mind around what had just happened. Santana kissed her. Santana had kissed HER and it was amazing.

"Shit!" She shook her head. What did this mean? Was Santana even it to girls? Was Brittany into Santana? She thought about it for a moment, she was definitely into the younger girl. She tightened her grip on the steering wheel to try and get her bearings. "It was just a kiss, it didn't mean anything." She chanted as she tried to convince herself. "I'm in love with Hannah."

"Fuck!" She grunted. Hannah was waiting for her right now. Hannah was waiting for her when she was kissing someone else. She felt terrible, she used to cheat in high school but that wasn't her anymore, she wasn't that person, she wasn't a cheater. The more she thought about how wrong it was the more she remembered how right it felt.

She took a deep breath and forced herself to get out of the car. She walked to her apartment door and unlocked it. She walked into the room and was met with a glow of candlelight in the gloominess of her apartment. The lights were off, the blinds were shut and the table was set romantically. Candles sat at both ends of the table and rose petals were scattered on the table cloth. Brittany scrunched her brow in confusion.

"Hey baby." Hannah appeared from the hallway wearing her good black pants and a nice white shirt… shouldn't she be in her work uniform?

"Uh, Hey." Brittany said still puzzled. "What's all this."

"I took the night off work," Hannah smiled, walking over to the blonde. "We've been fighting a lot lately and I think we should spend some romantic time together. I've been neglecting you and I want you to remember how special you are to me."

Brittany felt her chest tighten, saliva got caught in her throat and she literally gulped. Hannah had been preparing a romantic evening while Brittany had been making out with another girl against a piano. It wasn't right, she needed to tell Hannah.

"Hannah I need to tell you something." Brittany said looking at her shoes. Suddenly she saw Hannah's black pumps appear in her vision and the feel of lips tickling her neck.

"Can't it wait?" Hannah breathed, the hot air travelling down Brittany's shirt. "I mean we can talk when dinners ready but until then I have some other things planned."

"Wh-what other things?" Brittany stuttered.

Her question was answered when Hannah's lips met her own. She felt Hannah's lips wipe off the remainder of the tingle Santana had left on them. She felt Hannah's lips replace the ghost of Santana's plump ones. It was different, it wasn't bad but it wasn't intense, there was no fuzziness, no flying rainbows shooting from the spark of their lips moving together, like she had imagined happened when she had Santana pushed against the piano. Brittany felt her heart sink, she felt confused, upset and guilty. She wanted to be with Hannah, they had established a life together, a home together. It seemed the longer they lived together, the more cracks appeared in their relationship. Hannah took her hand and led her to their bedroom.

Whoever Santana had ran into was carrying a lot of loose sheets of paper because it was raining pages.

"Geez, watch it!" Santana said at the same time as the other person was apologising. She paused, she knew that voice. Santana looked up and was met with wide, ocean blue eyes.

"Fuck! I'm really sorry Britt." Santana said completely changing her attitude. She scurried around the floor picking up the blondes papers and trying to avoid further eye contact. This was so awkward. The relief that Brittany was at school helped her breathing but the nerves were still turning her stomach.

"Will asked me to get his sheet music from the copier." Brittany explained.

Santana just nodded and kept picking up the papers.

"Santana I think we need to talk." The blonde said in almost a whisper.

Santana looked over to the blonde who was collecting the last sheet of paper from the corridor floor.

Santana gave a slight worried smile and nodded. Once they were both standing Santana handed the pages she had collected to Brittany's and nodded in the direction of the bathroom. "In there." The two walked to the door and Santana held it open for the blonde. She checked that all the stalls were empty before she spoke.

"Are you ok?" Santana blurted. "Are we ok?"

Brittany leaned against the bathroom counter. "Yeah, I'm just really confused Santana."

Santana snorted. "You're not the only one."

"So you are into girls? It wasn't… a dare or something." Brittany said vulnerably.

"What no! I wouldn't do that to you, it just, sort of… happened." Santana said looking away from the choreographer.

"Ok, well it can't happen again." Brittany quickly confirmed.

Santana's eyes found the blonde's again and she felt her heart sink once again. She had been hoping it would happen again, in fact that's nearly all she'd been thinking about. "Why not?" She asked dejectedly.

"Because I'm in a committed relationship. I have a girlfriend."

"Hannah? She treats you like crap Britt."

Brittany paused, no one had ever called Hannah out like that in front of her. They would always say what a great couple they made and how they brought out the best in each other. "We're… we're just going through a rough patch at the moment, you've only seen her twice for like two seconds, you don't know what she's really like."

Santana shook her head at Brittany's defense. "I've seen enough to know you deserve better."

"I'm not going to cheat on her."

Santana let out a bitter laugh, this wasn't how their conversation was supposed to go. "It's a bit late now don't you think?"

"I don't want to cheat on her again." Brittany clarified letting out a heavy sigh. "Look Santana, even if I wasn't with Hannah, you're only 17, you're still in high school and I'm not one for living in secret. If you've only just discovered you're into girls it's going to take a while for you to adjust to that, and that's ok. But I can't be in a relationship where I'm forced back into the closet, it's just not me." Santana dropped her head, she knew Brittany was right, she wasn't ready to 'come out.' "I'm here if you need to talk to someone about it though." Brittany said taking a step forward and lifting Santana's chin with her finger so she'd look at her. "I know how tough it can be and you shouldn't have to keep this to yourself."

Santana nodded and smiled appreciatively. Why was this woman so perfect? She managed to rip Santana's heart out of her chest but then put it back in making it feel like a brand new, stronger one. "Thanks." Santana mumbled. Brittany leaned in so her face was only inches away from Santana's, she looked into her dark brown eyes. From far away Santana's eyes seemed cold and sharp but up close they were warm and deep, they reminded Brittany of a hot chocolate on a cold winter's day, they warmed you instantly, made you feel cozy and safe. She looked from those chocolaty eyes to Santana's desirable lips with all her will power she tilted her head and placed a soft peck on Santana's cheek.

"Thank you for understanding Santana." She smiled sadly and walked out of the bathroom leaving a stunned Santana alone. Santana's cheek tingled where Brittany's lips had been. She stared at herself in the mirror. She was screwed, this was more than a silly crush, she really liked Brittany and even after basically being rejected, there was nothing more Santana wanted than to kiss Brittany again, to hold her, even just spending time together getting to know the blonde more. She wanted Brittany and she wasn't going to let it go. She had finally discovered what she had been missing all these years and she was going to fight to keep it.


The rest of the week had been awkward. Brittany was trying to act like nothing had happened but it was still all Santana could think about. She remembered the feeling of holding Brittany, tasting Brittany, surely the dancer could feel the connection they had, and it wasn't just her.

Santana was walking down the school corridor on her way to the Cheerios when she noticed Mr Schue leaving Miss Pillsbury's office. She was the school's guidance counselor and everyone knew that her and Mr Schue were madly in love but couldn't seem to get it together.

Santana smiled at Mr Schue as he left and she entered the small room.

"Hi Santana, how are you?" Miss Pillsbury said with surprise. "I haven't seen you in here before."

Santana didn't know what to say, was she really considering telling someone? That someone being a cheery, OCD woman that dressed like a middle aged, conservative substitute teacher. She took a seat opposite Miss Pillsbury.

The older woman's wide brown eyes watched Santana patiently as the Latina built up the courage to speak.

"I- I kind of like someone I'm not supposed to." The Latina confessed and shifted in her chair uncomfortably.

The smile Miss Pillsbury was wearing faltered. "Like a teacher?" She asked in an almost panicked tone. "Is it Will – I mean Mr Schuester?"

"What? Eww no!" Santana shook her head 'no' making sure it was understood thoroughly that she wasn't crushing on her butt chinned teacher.

"Santana, he's not eww.." Miss Pillsbury said in a nervous, breathy Laugh and quickly changed the subject. "So why aren't you 'supposed' to like them?"

"Plenty of reasons," Santana started. "First, they're in relationship already," Miss Pillsbury nodded and intertwined her fingers together resting them on the desk. "Secondly they're a fair bit older than me, not significantly but enough to be at different stages in life. And" Santana looked in her lap, she couldn't believe she was going to say this out loud. "And, they're – She, she's a girl." Santana spluttered. It felt like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders admitting that but she also felt the nerves swirl in her stomach fearing the reaction of her school counselor.

"I see," Miss Pillsbury said calmly. She didn't seem to be freaking out. Good sign? "Have you talked to this person? Does she know how you feel?"

"Sort of, she basically blew me off, said she wanted to stay with her girlfriend, that I was too young and that she didn't want a relationship with someone still in the closet." Santana sadly raised her head to meet Miss Pillsbury's innocent, kind eyes. "Please don't tell anyone."

"Of course I won't Santana, this is a safe place. Maybe you should work on one thing at a time? It's obvious you're not quite comfortable with your sexuality, maybe you should try accepting yourself first. Later, when you're ready of course, you could try telling the people you trust about your feelings maybe join a LGBTQ support club?" Miss Pillsbury said eagerly as if she thought that was the best advice she'd ever given. "Maybe if you take some time to accept who you are then you'll find someone else or this woman you have a crush on may be single again." Miss Pillsbury nodded to herself and stood up to get some pamphlets behind her. "In the meantime, read these they have some great information in them and some ideas of where you can find support. Also you can come and speak to me anytime."

"Thanks..." Santana said looking at the pamphlets placed in front of her. 'Accepting your inner rainbow,' 'dipping into cougar town, is age really just a number?' and 'Help! I'm a home wrecker.' Santana was surprised that Miss Pillsbury had a pamphlet for almost anything, she hoped she would find them helpful even if their headings were weird and mostly just offensive.

Santana stood up and thanked Miss Pillsbury again. She walked out of her office and headed for the Cheerios. When she felt her phone vibrate, she unlocked the screen.

From Quinn: Where are you? Sue will have your head if you don't show up today!

Santana's walk turned into a fast jog as she made her way to the bleachers where the rest of the cheerleaders were waiting.


It was Brittany's last day with the Glee students. She walked out on to the auditorium stage and immediately noticed the absence of one student in particular.

"Hi guys," She said enthusiastically trying to hide her disappointment. "So we're just waiting on Santana?... Oh and Quinn?" She said finally noticing the other cheerleader wasn't there either.

"They have a cheer-leading competition today Brittany." Mr Schue said walking onto the stage.

"At least we get a day off from Santana's snarky comments." Sam laughed.

"I don't get why she has to always put us down? We're supposed to be her friends." Tina agreed.

"What I know about bullies is that they're either insecure or ignorant." Blaine injected.

"I think she has control issues." Finn contributed. "When we were together she was very controlist."

Everyone gave Finn a confused look.

"Controlling." Rachel corrected. "Although I don't see how that's an issue."

"Finn obviously goes for girls who like to take control." Puck scoffed. "Don't worry Berry, you're in."

"Shut up Puck." Finn joked. He didn't want everyone to know that her really liked Rachel.

Brittany frowned. She didn't like that side of Santana either but she could tell the Latina was hurting and didn't understand why no one else could see it.

The end of rehearsals came around more slowly than usual.

"Are you coming to watch sectionals?" Mercedes asked the choreographer.

"You should come watch your moves and our voices take out the competition." Kurt winked.

"Yeah it would mean a lot to us if you did." Artie smiled his eyes lingered on her boobs so she subtly crossed her arms over them.

"Watch us kick some butt!" Finn cheered.

"I would love to." Brittany beamed.


It was Sunday afternoon and Santana was lying on the couch flicking through channels on the television. The cheer-leading competition had gone well, they had come in first place and were already training for regional's. She should have felt happy and she was… sort of. She just couldn't get Brittany out of her head. She's never thought about someone so often. Even when talking to her friends or doing her homework, those blue eyes, blonde hair, flexible body, pink lips, sweet voice, and that soft touch was always in the back of her mind.

"Santana dear," Her Mother's voice rang from behind her. She didn't bother sitting up or even looking. "We're going to the markets."

"Mhm." Santana said feeling too depressed to even make conversation.

"Are you ok?" Her father asked, his deep, calm voice always seemed to put her at ease.

"Tired." Santana mumbled.

"I think you've earned that, with school work, glee and the Cheerios." Her father said with a smile in his voice. "We're proud of you."

"We won't be too long." Her mother said as they walked out the front door.

Just as she heard their car start her phone buzzed in the pocket of her sweat pants. She took it out and noticed it was a message from an unknown number.

From Unknown: Hey, I'm so bored. How about that run? Britt.

Santana's heart fluttered, she stared at the text and re-read it several times. Britt… as in Brittany Pierce? She was certain the blonde would never want to hang out with her again. She changed the name of the number and re-read the message a few more times before replying.

To Britt : Sure. Where should I meet you?

Santana looked down at herself and jumped off the couch before Brittany had even replied. She ran upstairs and changed out of her sweats into tights and a black tank top. She threw her hair up in a ponytail and put on some make-up (of course). She ran downstairs and read her message.

From Britt : I'll be at yours in 10mins

Santana looked out her window just in time to see Brittany's blue car pull up. It gave her butterflies knowing Brittany knew where she lived.

Brittany closed the door of her car and walked up the path to Santana's front door. Hannah was at work and she had been wandering around the house. She had scrolled through her phone contacts about to call her friend Sebastian to see if he wanted to catch up when she spotted Santana's name. She really did need to go for a run and she wanted to tell Santana she'd be watching her at sectionals. She convinced herself that was a good enough reason to see message the younger girl. Besides it wasn't as if Hannah would care, they hadn't really been on speaking terms since Monday night.

Hannah took her hand and led her to their bedroom.

"Hannah." Brittany whispered as the dark haired woman removed her pumps. "I'm sorry but I'm really tired, I can't do this." Hannah looked up and paused unbuttoning her own shirt, her expression was blank. "Can we just have a nice dinner and then snuggle on the couch or something?" Brittany continued.

"Brittany, I thought this is what you wanted. To reconnect, to spend romantic time together?"

"I do, but it doesn't have to involve sex."

Hannah let out a frustrated scoff. "We've hardly had sex since we've moved in together."

"I know, but we've both been busy, it doesn't mean we've lost that part of our relationship."

"Doesn't it?" Hannah said bitterly. Sometimes she took things too personally and became defensive.

Brittany took Hannah's hand and led her to the end of the bed where they sat. Hannah leaned in and kissed Brittany while tugging at the hem of her t-shirt. The blonde leaned back breaking the kiss. "I'm sorry not tonight." Brittany said and Hannah went back to her blank expression, which usually meant she was pissed. Brittany held Hannah's hands she needed to tell Hannah the truth, she could tell she was hurting the woman by keeping all her issues and doubts about their relationship to herself. It was better to be open and honest even if it was scary. "Do you think we're working?" Brittany said just above a whisper. It was meant to come out strong and kind but she sounded more vulnerable than anything else.

Hannah knitted her eyebrows together. "Of course we are!" She almost yelled knowing where this was leading.

"So you're happy?"

"For fuck sake Brittany," Hannah said standing up, Brittany's hands fell into her lap. "We're not going to be happy all the time, this isn't a fairy-tale. Relationships have ups and downs."

Brittany tried to stay calm, she hated when Hannah lost her temper. She knew Hannah would never harm her but it still didn't feel good, it felt lonely. "I know that, I mean in general."

"Yes! I'm happy."

"You don't think it's hard living together?"

"Oh my God Brittany," Hannah said even more frustrated than she was before. "Of course it's hard living together. Everyone takes time adjusting."

"But we're complete opposites."

"Opposites attract."

"Yeah but do they last?" Brittany questioned.

"Jesus! What's this really about?" Hannah said pacing angrily.

"I want Lord Tubbington-"

"That's what this is about?"

"Let me finish." Brittany said standing up off the bed and walking over to Hannah. "I want Lord Tubbington, I need someone who does things with me, goes on adventure with me, I want someone who notices me when I'm upset, jumps around with me when I'm excited. I need someone who's interested in the things I am and someone who understands that sometimes my opinion won't be the same as theirs."

"You don't think that's me?" Hannah said, this time her voice was quiet and shaky.

"I used to but I don't know anymore."

"I'll be better." Hannah said taking both of Brittany's hands in hers and interlacing their fingers.

"You should just be you and if it was right we'd work but we don't."

"No I've just been stressed at work and had a short fuse but I'll be more considerate." By now both girls had tears rolling down their cheeks.

Brittany nodded, she shouldn't just give up on their relationship not after all this time. They could work it out. Start fresh. "Ok," Brittany whispered. Hannah dropped her hands and pulled her into a hug. "Hannah, if we're going to try at this, I really need to tell you something."

"What is it?" Hannah whispered into Brittany's ear as they still held their embrace.

"I-I kissed someone." Brittany breathed out shakily.

Hannah released Brittany from the hug so she could see her face. "Who?"

Brittany shook her head." It doesn't matter because it won't happen again."

Brittany had never seen Hannah look so hurt. She reached out but Hannah took a step back. She took a last glance at Brittany before turning and storming out of the room.

Brittany sat down on the bed and began to cry.


Santana and Brittany had been jogging for an hour, they hardly spoke. Santana didn't even know if she could speak, she wasn't as fit as she had thought and she was struggling to keep up to the choreographer. They jogged in to the Lima Park and stopped at a bench to stretch. This part of the park was fairly secluded and no one was around.

"Wow," Brittany panted with one leg straight on the bench touching her toes. "I needed that."

Santana couldn't even respond, she was so out of breath. She tried stretching but ended up lying on her back on the grass trying to remember what it felt like to be able to breathe. She should have felt embarrassed but she was mainly just concerned that she was about to pass out. Santana stared at the sky, treetops bordered her vision.

"You ok?" Brittany asked appearing in Santana's view. She was smiling and even though it was the most beautiful image, it made Santana want to wipe that smile off her face, not with violence but with like, kisses or something. Santana still didn't say anything, she couldn't, next time she was just going to let Brittany run off and she'd go at her own speed.

Brittany laid on the grass beside Santana until the Latina had eventually caught her breath.

"I don't think running's my thing." Santana laughed.

Brittany smiled and rolled on her side to face the Latina, she supported her head with her hand. "You're kidding? I was struggling to keep up with you."

Santana frowned. "What? But you weren't even puffed."

"Yes I was, I still am, I just knew I had to stretch it out otherwise I wouldn't be able to move tomorrow."

Santana Sat up. "Oh my god, I was trying to keep up with you, it nearly killed me."

"Oh," Brittany slowly sat up. The two looked at each other for a moment before cracking up with laughter. Santana gently nudged Brittany's shoulder and the blonde retaliated with a firmer nudge back. Before they knew it they were rolling around in the grass wrestling in a play fight. Brittany had Santana pinned to the ground on her back. She was straddling her hips and her hands trapped the younger girl's arms above her head. They were giggling as they tried to catch their breath from their little fight. They were staring into each other's eyes once again, as they often found themselves doing. Santana's smile faded.

"You have really beautiful eyes, you know that?" Santana stated seriously.

Brittany's wide cheeky smile turned into flattered grin. She leaned forward not letting go of Santana's wrists. Their faces were close as Brittany whispered, "Not as beautiful as yours." She closed the remainder of the gap between them and connected their lips. Their lips moved together as Brittany released Santana's hands from her grip. They went straight to cupping Brittany's neck like they had almost a week ago. Brittany readjusted herself so instead of straddling Santana she was lying on top of her, her legs either side of Santana's right one. Santana embarrassingly let out a moan at the feel of Brittany's weight pressed against her body. Their lips were moving slowly and gently, there were no tongues involved this time, no thrusting but still the same level of passion and intensity, electricity and sparks. Brittany broke the kiss, and supported herself on her hands and knees so she could hover over the Latina. She gave a small shy smile before standing up and holding out a hand to help the Latina up. Santana took her hand and was helped to her feet, she wasn't sure if her legs were shaking because of the run or because of yet another mind blowing make-out session, she was pretty certain it was the latter. Santana looked around, there was still no one in their section of the park. She breathed a sigh of relief that no one had seen them, she was definitely not ready for that sort of public announcement.

Brittany and Santana shared another shy smile before beginning their walk back to Santana's house.

"Sorry about that." Brittany said as they left the park.

"About what?" Santana asked confused.

"Kissing you." Brittany whispered.

Santana snorted. "Trust me Britt, I'm definitely not complaining." Brittany ducked her head bashfully and Santana was certain Brittany was the most adorable person she'd ever met.

"I know but I told you it can't happen again and then I go and do that."

"It's really OK, I know where you stand, you're not leaving Hannah and you don't want to cheat on her, it just happened in the moment. And don't worry, I don't feel like I'm being led on." Santana smiled at the blonde reassuringly.

"To be honest I don't exactly know where I stand with Hannah." Brittany sighed.

"What do you mean?"

"I told her I kissed someone else."

"Oh shit!" Santana cringed. "I'm so sorry. I really didn't mean to mess everything up."

Brittany smiled at Santana. "It take two Santana, it was me that kissed you back and it was me that kissed you again today." Brittany shook her head. "I don't know what it is with you but I can't seem to be left alone with you. It's like I'm drawn to you, I just can't help myself."

Santana laughed. "What can I say," she said brushing imaginary dirt of her shoulder. "I'm a chick magnet... literally."

Brittany giggled and Santana felt her heart swell at the sound.

"So how long have you known you were into girls?"

"Honestly, not that long." Santana replied. Brittany nodded in understanding. "I think it was always there but it only really clicked when… when I met you." Santana genuinely meant it, she watched the pavement in front of her, too embarrassed to look at the dancer.

"Really?" Brittany observed Santana's profile. "Well I'm honored." They shared another smile. "Oh guess what!"

"What?" Santana giggled at the excitement in Brittany's eyes.

"I'm totally coming with you to sectionals."

"Really? That's awesome, although it'll probably make me more nervous."

"Why would you be nervous?" Brittany tilted her head to the side like she does when she's confused, it melts Santana every time. "You really don't need to be, you're absolutely amazing."

"You think so?" Santana asked.

"I know so." Brittany said as they rounded the corner of Santana's street.

Brittany got into her driver's seat and scolded herself for taking the shortcut back. Santana stood in between the open door of the car and the blonde while they chatted about her cheer-leading wins.

As they said their goodbyes Santana looked around, it was starting to get dark and no one was nearby. Her parents were inside, most likely watching TV and preparing dinner. So before she moved out of the way so Brittany could shut her door she leaned in and gave blonde a peck on the lips. Brittany was surprised by the action and even though she knew she'd feel guilty about it later on, when she was with Santana it felt good and exciting.

"Goodnight San," Brittany smiled as Santana moved from the car doorway.

"Good night Britt, drive safe." She beamed.


Brittany opened the door of her apartment, she noticed something wasn't right. She looked around the room and realised most of Hannah's things were gone. She dropped her keys and ran straight to the bedroom. Hannah clothes were gone out of the drawers and the wardrobe. The picture frame of her nieces she kept on her bedside table were also gone.

Brittany didn't know what to do. She walked down the hallway into the living room as the door opened. Hannah walked in with an empty box. "Oh hey." She said in a monotone voice. "I'm just going to get the last of my stuff. I won't be long, my sisters waiting in the car." She began taking things off the shelves in the room and placing them carefully in the box.

"What are you doing Han?" Brittany squeaked as tears rolled down her cheeks, her heart felt like it was being ripped out of her chest.

Hannah stopped what she was doing. "Brittany you cheated on me." Brittany stayed silent and tried to control her sobs. "I came home from work deciding I was going to move out, so we can have space while deciding if we could work things out. I saw you leaving as I pulled up." Brittany hung her head, she hadn't seen Hannah come home. "You left your phone here Britt." Hannah said with a blank expression. "I read the messages, it was Santana wasn't it?" Brittany looked up and tried to recall what the text messages had said. "Her name's saved in your mobile as 'Santana, best dance student ever, Lopez.' You never told me about you and her discussing going jogging together and then it dawned on me. At the Lima Bean when I first met her, she seemed freaked out. I just thought she was a homophobe. Didn't tell her you had a girlfriend huh?" Brittany shook her head, that's not how it happened, she wanted to say something but the words wouldn't come out. Hannah's tone became very bitter. "Then you brought her home from that party, did you sleep with her before I got home and she passed out so you couldn't hide the evidence?" Brittany shook her head again. "It's kind of gross Brittany, you're pretty much her teacher right? You're in a position of power over her, 'Duty of care' ring a bell? You could go to prison for that."

Brittany finally found her words "That's not how it happened." Brittany's voice cracked. "I told you the same day it happened. We've only ever kissed."

Hannah scoffed. "Did you kiss her today?" Brittany stayed silent. "Did you kiss her today after you told me it wouldn't happen again?"

Brittany reached for Hannah but the tattooed woman shoved her hand away. "Please Han, don't do this."

Hannah let out a harsh laugh. "What? You want me and to have her on the side?" Hannah shook her head. "You can't have both Brittany and you chose her when you decided to kiss her."

Hannah started collecting the rest of her things. Brittany felt her heart break, maybe her relationship wasn't working, maybe she had started to fall for someone else but she loved Hannah, she had for a very long time, they had built a life together. It was meant to be forever, it was supposed to be new and exciting, they had planned so many things for their future, and Brittany heard those dreams and goals shatter around her as Hannah closed the now full box.

"Call my sister if I've forgotten something, don't contact me." Hannah walked to the door.

"I'm so sorry." Brittany cried. "Please don't go."

Hannah paused as she opened the door. "You know," She said sadly. "I would have never cheated on you, I wouldn't purposely hurt you the way you've hurt me. I may have been a crap girlfriend but Brittany it turns out you were much worse." With that she walked out the door and closed it firmly behind her.

Brittany fell to the floor crying. Her chest ached like nothing she'd ever felt before, she felt like her whole life had crumbled around her. Eventually she found the strength to stand up. She made her way to the dining table where her phone was sitting. She picked it up and dialed a number.

She tried to contain her sniffles as the person on the other end of the line picked up.

"Hello?"

"Mom," Brittany croaked as more tears flooded her eyes. "I've ruined everything."