A/N: Hello again, so it took about a week to get this up and running, but the chapter is actually 1/3 of what I had written. And after much debate, I decided to go into a whole different direction with this story, yes the main story will be there, but this story will have 2 stories in 1. If that makes sense. I'm thinkin' that all Odd chapters will be of the future (2022) and the Even chapters will be of the past (2010 - 2021) bare with me, I think this will be more easier to understand the story line by reading it then the characters dialoguing it.

So with that being said. This is the first chapter of the past. We will see how it goes, if it gets too confusing, either for me or you the readers then I may scrape the whole thing and make these two stories. But we will see. Also, to make it less complicated, "Future" chapters will be in regular text, and "Past" chapters will be in italics. So let's go!

"It's not right, not OK
Say the words that you say
Maybe we're better off this way?
I'm not fine, I'm in pain
It's harder everyday
Maybe we're better off this way?
It's better that we break…" ~ "Better That We Break" Maroon 5

2021 – New York

Brittany had been sitting in her dance studio, which was rightly named Brittany's Dance Studio, for the past four hours auditioning for her next male teacher to help teach the new ballroom dance class she wanted to start the upcoming semester. She didn't think it would take this long, but then again she was in New York and this was dance, so every male happen to be in the area to audition. She looked at the clock on the wall, 7:15.

"Good, just another 45 more minutes." She said to herself, as her assistant handed her the next file of the next person to come audition.

Name: Robert (Bobby) Edward Spaci (A/N the "i" is like an "e")

Age: 30

Brittany flipped the head-shot over and looked at his picture.

"Cute." Said her assistant.

"Yes. But let's see what he has." The blonde stood up, and yelled the man's name out the door. "Bobby Spaci"

The moment Bobby walked through the door, Brittany felt something, and she hadn't felt in an extremely long time. The last time she had felt these particular species of butterflies in her stomach she was back as a freshman in high school, and she just saw all the football players scrimmaging on the sidelines. It was then when she realized what it was. She was attracted to him. But he was male; she was only attracted to females, and a particular Latina one at that.

Brittany shook the feeling from herself when she realized that she had been staring at the man in front of her longer than she should have. She walked over to him and stuck out her hand.

"Brittany Peirce. How do you do Mr. Spaci?" and there were those butterflies again when he took her hand and instead of shaking it he brought it up to his lips and kissed it.

"I'm doing just fine Miss Peirce. Thank you for the chance to audition for you. I don't mean to be rude, but instead of dancing with one of your other dances, I was wondering if I may dance with you." He lets her hand slide back down to her side. "Only because it will be me and you dancing and teaching the class, unless I read the information wrong."

Brittany just looked at him. He was speaking the truth. She had picked her top three dancers and had them dance with each contender, so she could sit and watch how the male dancer, well danced. But this was unexpected, and she decided to go with it.

She turned and handed the file back to her assistant then turned to one of her students who was in charge of the music, she held up three fingers indicated which number on the disk to play, and after a few seconds it started.

The soft waltz came over the speaker. Bobby took her hands and placed them in the spots that were appropriate for this dance, and began leading her across the floor. Brittany tried her hardest not to look into his eyes, but she has never seen such green eyes before. She follows his lead closely, and she has to admit to herself that he is a pretty damn good dancer. Though she isn't able to look at him from a distance, she can tell that he is better than any of the other ones that have been in here over the past four hours.

His hands on her make her feel as though she is on fire. They are holding strongly onto her, but aren't hurting her. She closes her eyes for a moment and let herself be taken away with the music and the arms that are holding her. In the back of her mind she knew she shouldn't be feeling this way, she only felt this way about one person. But for some reason this feels so right, is it possible to have two rights? But two rights make a wrong right? She couldn't really remember how that question went, she was too preoccupied trying to fight and figure these feeling weird sensations she was feeling.

But before she could go any farther with said feelings she feels herself being pushed away, and watches as her dance partner bows. She realizes that the song is over and she bows, more or less curtsies, and stands back up.

"That was very good." She looks around at everyone else who obviously thinks the same thing. Her mouth took over and before she could stop herself she announces that he gets the job and he starts on Monday.

"Congratulations Bobby! You're hired! You start early Monday morning at 7am." She then feels herself being lifted off the floor and being spun around. The next that happened got a gasp out of everyone in the little dance room.

She felt a pair of lips on hers. It was a little too slow to be a peck but it was a bit too long to be considered as a nice gesture. It was over in an instance but the damage was done. Which as of right now were in overdrive, nobody since the end of sophomore year has kissed her on her lips, other than her grandparents, but they didn't count.

She steps back, looks around the room, which becomes fuzzy. Grabs her purse and folders and runs out the door. As she is stumbling to get her keys into her car she hears her name and she closes her eyes, takes a deep breath and turns around.

"Brittany. I'm sorry, it was out of excitement. I didn't mean for the kiss to linger a second too long." He said as stopped in front of her.

"No its okay, I just … just … its okay Bobby. Don't worry about it. You said you were excited so it's okay." She turned around to open her car door.

"Would you like to go out on a date?" He just blurted it out. "I know we just met like fifteen minutes ago. But I don't know. I like you, and I can tell you like me, and I felt that spark that I know you felt also. I'm sorry if I am being too forward. But I just don't want to lose my chance."

Brittany didn't know what to say. She couldn't say 'yes' cause technically she was dating Santana. But the two of them haven't gone a date in over six months; due to both of their schedules they haven't seen much of each other. But that didn't mean that they weren't still together. Hell, they have been together for more than ten years, that had to count for something right.

But this feeling she was feeling inside just wouldn't go away. She thought back, not just twenty minutes ago, when she was in Bobby's arms. How she felt, it made her feel safe and confident. Maybe it was because she and Santana haven't been close in awhile and Brittany's hormones were running rampant. She didn't know what it was. But she needed to make a decision and fast, so she said the only thing she could.

"I'll think about it and let you know on Monday. Okay?" She stared back up at the handsome green eyed man standing in front of her, who only nodded and went back into the building to get his things and go back to wherever he lived.

All the way home, all Brittany could think about was how she was going to bring up the subject with Santana. She didn't know what to do. Santana was the only person she ever loved, they had been friends since second grade, and have been best friends since the second day of second grade. She was the only girl she had been completely intimate with. Yea, she had 'sex' with practically every male in high school, but when it was her and Santana, well that, that was on a completely different level. It was if they were the only ones on the face of the planet that felt that way.

When they both discovered that their feelings went beyond that of a normal best friendship. They decided to just go with it, and after a ten minute discussion of the blonde informing the brunette that she was the male of the relationship they went on their first date. Though they both decided it would be best to not tell anyone, due to their reputation, and they just keep it to themselves. They both kept up appearances as though they were both still sleeping around, but when they guy got the girl up to the bedroom, they would whip out some money and tell the boy to take the money and tell everyone at school they had sex, or risk some sort of blackmail, weather it was true or not.

The hardest part was keeping it from their parents. Sure their parents knew there were the best of friends, but on Valentine's Day, when a deliver guy came to the door delivering flowers and chocolates to Brittany, her parents took the card which was signed "Anonymous" but with Santana's signature perfume on the card. She snatched the card, flowers, and chocolates from her parents saying she must have a secret admire, and ran to her room, where she called her admire and thanked her lover profusely saying she was going to make it up to her next they are both alone.

How they kept up the secrecy they didn't even know. When graduation came, Brittany third cousin had a dance studio and asked Brittany to come and run it with her. Though Santana had been accepted to University of Florida, and her parents had planned on paying for everything to get her set up down there. She declined their offer and told them that she was going to New York with Brittany and help her get settled there. Her parents utterly confused, knew that once Santana had her mind set to something there was no getting her out of hit, and her mind and her heart was going to New York.

They got a two bedroom apartment, and when their parents came to help get them settled in, they decorated Brittany's room up as though she was going to sleep there. And when their parent's backs were turned, they secretly changed the drawers out so that Brittany had half of Santana's dresser. They lived a pretty good life, and now that they were away from Lima they were able to just be themselves. So when they went out in public they were able to hold hands and have their arms around each other as if there was nothing wrong.

They both were incredibly happy. Nothing could get in their way. When Brittany decided to open her own dance studio, Santana was behind her one hundred percent. She helped pick out the location, and helped her with the loans and contracts. Of course helping with this led Santana applying to NYU and going into the law program. Graduated in the top ten of her class short six years later. All the while holding out their secret to their parents, and any old friends that they occasionally talked to.

When the law firm that Santana worked for lost everything due to a really bad business deal. Santana was left without a job and Brittany had to support them. This is where their 'perfect life' started going downhill.

Brittany had several students dance at her studio from the local high school, St. Rise, when she heard that their cheerleading coach had attempted suicide when she tried to jump off the top of the science building and now there was no coach to coach them. Brittany went home that night and after much talking and threatening to sleep in her own room for a month, she convinced the smaller girl to take up the coaching job.

As Brittany pulls into her driveway she has tears streaming down her face, she didn't know where they came from. Since Santana took that coaching job two years ago, they haven't seen much of each other, then over the last six months, with Sectionals coming up for Santana and Brittany getting ready to put on her dance studio's dance recital, there just hasn't been time for them.

She wipes away the tears as she enters the house. She's surprised to hear water running. She goes to the kitchen to see Santana cooking dinner.

"Hey." Santana turned around to see her blonde lover standing in the doorway with a look that she couldn't decipher. She watched as the blonde walked over to the faucet and turned off the water, then turned and grabbed her hand and led her to their dining room table where she was seated, and watched as Brittany took the seat across from her.

"B. What's up? What's wrong?" Brittany didn't know what made her just come out and talk about the situation now, but her inner self told her it was better now than later, when she would try to sugar coat it.

"I need a break." And in one swift breath it was out there.

"A break, from what work? I wouldn't be surprised you're there like 12 hours a day, getting ready for your recit …" but she was cut off with words neither of them wanted to hear.

"No, a break from us."

Silence.

A/N: Ok, *phew* that's done. And like I said that is only 1/3 of what I wrote. That was just 4 pages of what it was. So the next chapter will be back to the present (2022) and then chapter 4 will pick up where this left off. Make sense ... *watches everyone nod* ... good! Reviews make me happy!