Hazzah! I thought I'd surprise you all by updating and finishing this story before I went on holiday. It's a bit rushed but what can you do ;P
Please enjoy and thank you :)
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Santana Lopez has never broken up with somebody.
Sure, she's avoided and ignored girls before. She's told lies and given fake names and numbers and she's pretended she already has a girlfriend. She's had to remind girls that one night stand means one night. She once told a girl that she was moving to another country just so she didn't have to see her again.
But she's never broken up with somebody before.
Not someone she loves. Not someone like Brittany.
(And it would just fucking figure that she doesn't actually want to break up with the first person she breaks up with.)
It's been three weeks since Mrs Pierce came to talk to her at the restaurant and that's all Santana's been able to think about. It's getting increasingly difficult to be around Brittany, to be held by her and kissed by her when she knows that there is a time limit on it all. Every time she kisses her girlfriend she wonders how many more she'll get before the last one.
Brittany has noticed that something is up with her, (of course she has because sometimes Santana thinks her girlfriend knows her better than she knows herself), but she knows her well enough not to push and prod. She knows Santana will tell her eventually.
Santana puts her book down and picks up her phone to check her last message from Brittany again, although she knows it'll say the same thing it's said the last twelve times she's read it.
Brittany wants to meet her tonight at the dance studio because she has something she wants to talk to her about. Santana's not sure what it's about and Brittany doesn't give any indication, so of course her imagination runs wild with every possibility it can conjure.
All she can hear in her head, all she can think about are Puck and Mrs Pierce's words, igniting her own doubts and feeding them until now there not just doubts, Santana has convinced herself that there's no future for her and Brittany.
Any which way she tries to look at it it's bad. Mrs Pierce is right. If Brittany goes to New York and Santana follows her she'll probably end up working her ass off at a place exactly like the restaurant, sharing a shitty apartment with strangers while Brittany lives it up at Julliard, making new friends and not having to worry about money, which Santana will always have to worry about. They would lead such different lives and see each other so little that Santana thinks they wouldn't be able to survive it together. And even if they do, what happens when Brittany graduates and gets a job? Will she go on tour or something and leave Santana in a city and a job that she never really wanted in the first place? And she knows they have no hope if she stays in Lima and Brittany goes off to New York for years. That would be a relationship death sentence too. And Santana couldn't bear the thought of Brittany not going to Julliard and giving up her dreams for her. Brittany would end up resenting her and her family would always hate Santana. She couldn't be that selfish.
Getting a scholarship was her only chance of being with Brittany and now that that ship has sailed she has to face the reality that sometimes love isn't enough and there are few happy endings.
But knowing that doesn't make any of this easier, and she has no fucking idea how she's ever going to break Brittany's heart.
(Break both their hearts.)
-x-
When she gets to the gym a couple of hours later she doesn't go into the dance studio right away. She hears the music as she walks through the building and she knows Brittany is still dancing, so she slows her steps when she gets to the doors and peers in through the window like she did that very first time they met. When Santana catches sight of the blonde her heart starts to race and her breath catches just like it did that first time. Brittany is so beautiful, so incredibly beautiful and the way she moves makes it seem like the music is a part of her body. Like they are working together to create something magical. She feels so lucky to be able to see it.
But then she can't help but think that this could be one of the last times she ever watches Brittany dance, and that warmth in her chest drags down heavily until it feels like a weight in her stomach.
She opens the door and slips into the room hoping not to disturb Brittany's concentration, but the blonde must have been watching out for her because she notices her entry right away, calling out her name and bounding over.
She sweeps Santana up into a hug and the brunette feels most of her anxiety carried away with it, a smile blooming across her face. It's ridiculous how content and happy Brittany can make her feel, despite all the other shit that's been raging in her head for days and weeks. Those bright shining eyes and joyful smile are infectious.
Once her feet are back on the ground a quick kiss is pressed to her lips and Santana notices that Brittany is positively beaming.
"You seem pretty excited about something."
"Well I get to see my amazing girlfriend, I'd say that's pretty exciting."
"Charmer."
Brittany grins and kisses her again, deeper and more passionately this time and Santana can do nothing but give in to it, pressing her body close to her girlfriend. She's going to miss these kisses.
They pull apart but keep their hands connected, Brittany pulling the brunette over to the few chairs along the wall before they both sit down. They catch up about their respective days and it's then that Santana's stomach starts to knot again, when she thinks about how all she did today was think about how she has no future with the girl she loves. She feels her mind spiraling into craziness again before Brittany announces that she has news.
"I'm going to tell my parents about us. I want them to know that I love you and you're going to be my baby mama."
Brittany smiles and winks and Santana's heart does that ballooning thing at the same time as the knots in her stomach tighten even more.
"Brittany you can't do that."
She doesn't want her damaging what little relationship she has with her parents for nothing. Santana knows that Brittany's mother knows about them but during their little talk the other week the older woman said that she wasn't going to tell her husband. They could disown her, and Santana knows exactly what that feels like, so Brittany shouldn't be risking that for her. Not with what she's decided to do.
But the blonde misinterprets her meaning altogether.
"We don't have to worry, San. I know I was nervous about telling my dad but there's nothing he can do to hurt us okay? Plus, I don't think he'll be as upset as I'd thought."
"Brittany we should think about th–"
"It's going to be fine…"
Brittany continues to talk but the words are lost to Santana's ears because all she hear is her heartbeat thumping in her ears and all she can think about is stopping this. She can't let Brittany do this.
"I don't think we should be together anymore."
And so the last few weeks of torturing herself over what she would say and when she would say it come down to this. To her blurting it out in an old dance studio and then holding her breath like a scared child.
Brittany's mouth clamps shut and her eyebrows narrow in confusion, that adorable little crease forming between them.
"San…that's not funny. I don't know why you're being so weird about this but you're freaking me out a little bit."
"I'm serious, Britt. I don't…" Santana keeps her eyes on the floor as she takes a deep breath and hopes to god that she can do this without breaking down and crying. "I don't think we should see each other anymore."
Brittany is silent for a moment, one that seems to stretch on far longer than it probably actually does. Blue eyes search brown and Santana shifts under the scrutiny, feeling her hands clenching into tight fists in her lap.
"What…what are you talking about?" Brittany stands, an edge creeping into her voice. "Did you take something or spend too long in the sun? Because you're acting really crazy and you don't seem like Santana."
"I just think it would be best for both of us if this ended."
Santana fights to keep her voice level as she watches Brittany shake her head.
"No you don't. Why are you…? How can that be good for either of us? You love me and I love you. Being together is what's best for us, you know that. Why are you saying this stuff?"
Santana knows there are a million reasons why she's doing this, but the only thing she can think to say is, "because it's the right thing to do."
Brittany stares at her like she doesn't recognise her and it's horrible.
"I thought we were past this stuff, Santana. I thought you stopped freaking out about us."
Santana stands, the adrenaline pumping through her veins and forcing her legs to move. She knows she's not saying the right words but she can't fucking think because Brittany is just staring at her looking so fucking upset and scared.
"This isn't me freaking out…this is…this is me being honest with myself about our relationship."
"What are we even talking about?"
Brittany throws her hands up in exasperation and Santana feels like this is quickly turning into an argument, both their voices rising and the tension between them tightening.
"Did I do something to upset you?"
Santana shakes her head. "No, it's not –"
"Then what happened? What is it that's making you say this stuff and think that we need to –"
"You're fucking going to New York!"
Brittany steps back, clearly surprised by Santana's outburst. She's a little surprised herself.
After a long moment of silence she feels the mood shift and her anger drain away, her voice softening.
"You're going to New York soon, Brittany. You're leaving and I'm…not. Everyone knows that long-distance relationships don't work. Especially between people like me and people like you. We fooled ourselves for long enough but it's time we stop now."
Santana holds Brittany's gaze until her vision starts to blur and she's forced to look away, unwilling to dissolve into tears. She needs to stay strong and get through this.
"I thought…I thought we talked about this? There are no people like you and people like me, there's just you and me. We decided we were going to stay together. That we would figure things out because we love each other. And now you're just giving up?"
Brittany is wiping tears from her face and she just sounds so hurt and looks so scared and confused that Santana feels the impulse to pull her close and hold her, but she knows she can't. It's painful for both of them but she knows it needs to be done.
"There's nothing to work out, Britt. You're going to New York and I can't go with you."
"Then I won't go to New York."
"Britt," Santana almost pleads. "I can't let you do that. Julliard is your dream. You can't give that up for me."
"I don't care where I dance Santana, I just want to dance. And I want to be with you. You're my dream."
"I can't let you stay here and let you ruin your future for me. You'll end up hating me. And you deserve better than that. You deserve better than me."
And Santana knows that that's the truth of the matter. That's what this all comes down to. Even though the thought of it makes her want to throw up, Brittany can easily find someone else to love her. Someone who fits into her world. Someone who can give her the world.
But Brittany just shakes her head again, still not willing to accept any of this.
"Don't you get it? You still don't get it. There is no better, San. There's only what's right. And you, Santana Lopez, are right for me. I know it, and you know it."
But Santana doesn't know it. Or maybe she does and it's just been buried under everything else, the reality of their situation and the obstacles they face. Either way it all ends the same.
"Look at what happened to Quinn and Puck. We're no different from them."
Brittany doesn't argue that point as they fall into a heavy silence, and Santana is sure that the blonde is finally coming to realise that she is right.
But then Brittany is stepping right up close to her and holding Santana's face in her palms, locking their gaze, blue eyes pleading as tears slide down pale cheeks.
"I wish you believed in us more…I wish you believed in yourself more…but that's okay because I know it's not your fault. You didn't grow up with enough magic and love. But I can believe enough for the both of us for a little bit longer. Please just give me a little bit longer okay? Please."
"Britt…"
"Just a little bit longer. I'll make everything okay, I promise. Please San. Please just a little longer."
Brittany's tears and begging nearly breaks her, and everything in Santana is telling her to nod her head and tell Brittany that she can wait. She can wait forever.
But Brittany's right; she doesn't believe. And prolonging this is only going to make it all the more difficult and painful.
So instead she shakes her head.
It's over.
-x-
She calls Puck and tells him she wants to get fucked up like old times. He doesn't ask any questions but he knows her well enough to know that he doesn't need to. He picks her up and they find some old abandoned buildings, (they're not hard to find in Lima Heights), and they drink and smoke weed and she smashes some windows and it does nothing to make her feel any better. So she smokes some more and drinks some more until she doesn't feel anything at all. It's almost the same thing.
At one point during the night, when she's got enough shit flowing through her body to put an elephant asleep, she tells Puck that he was right about her and Brittany.
Puck just offers her another hit.
-x-
Three weeks later she hasn't seen or heard from Brittany. Santana doesn't know what she thought it would be like or how she thought she could cope, but she's not. It's fucking torture. She just misses her so much. She never really realised how much Brittany had become her best friend as well, and she misses talking to her and laughing together. No one can make her laugh like Brittany can.
She's turned into a total heartbroken cliché. If she wasn't feeling so shit she'd kick her own ass. She's listening to sad songs and re-reading her collection of cute little notes Brittany wrote for her and slipped into her bag or a pocket. She's looking at photos on her phone and scrolling through their texts and it's just getting harder every day instead of easier.
(And she's being an even bigger asshole than she normally is to the people around her. People are avoiding her and she acknowledges that she's being insufferable, but it's not too bad because the only person she doesn't mind being around right now is Puck, the two of them and their broken hearts are quite the pathetic pair.)
She drives herself crazy wondering how Brittany is and what she's doing. She questions whether the blonde is just as shattered and barely functioning as she is. She tortures herself with scenarios of Brittany moving on and meeting someone new, almost to the point of making herself sick.
But it's the worst at night. The way her chest just aches. The way her gut tightens unbearably. The way she cries to herself quietly because she doesn't want her cousin or aunt to hear. Brittany's pleading words ring in her mind, almost convincing her to change it. She feels her heart clench every time she thinks about it, because she so very desperately wants to talk to Brittany again and go back to the way things were, but she knows she shouldn't. It almost feels like she's fighting a natural impulse that her body has, the pull so strong, like it knows it was made for Brittany.
But then she reminds herself why she did it in the first place, that they have no future, and it makes it a little easier…but also ten times as sad.
-x-
"What the fuck do you want Fabray?"
Santana scowls at the girl leaning against the fence of her aunt's house, knowing exactly why the blonde is here. She hasn't seen her since Quinn broke up with Puck, out of solidarity and a return to her former hatred, but she just knows this is about Brittany and she really doesn't want to fucking talk about it with anyone, let alone Quinn Fabray of all people.
"To tell you how much of a fucking moron you are for breaking up with Brittany."
Santana rolls her eyes because that's exactly what she thought, but she can't ignore the pang in her chest at the mention of her ex-girlfriend.
"I'm not having this conversation with you Fabray. And like you can fucking talk after what you did to Puck."
Quinn sighs, clearly frustrated, straightening up and taking a step closer.
"That has nothing to do with this, Lopez. Or are you that fucking stupid that you broke up with the girl you love because of me."
"Oh, real nice way to get me to talk to you, insult me some more why don't you," Santana says as she finally decides to go inside and leave her unwelcome visitor behind her. She doesn't need this shit on top of how much she already hates herself.
"Brittany still cries every day."
That stops Santana dead in her tracks. She feels her heart drop into her stomach.
(Fucking Quinn Fabray and her stupid fucking mouth telling her things she doesn't want to fucking hear.)
Santana still has her back to the other girl but she can hear her walking up behind her, stopping just before the steps up to the porch. She doesn't say a word about it though because all she can think about is Brittany curled up in her bed crying, and how she once promised her that she would always be there to make her feel better when she was sad.
(Back then Santana never considered the fact that she might be the one to make her sad.)
"I know you hate me again," Quinn begins tentatively, "but I like to think that somewhere along the way we became friends. Actual friends. And Brittany is my best friend…the best friend I've ever had…"
Quinn's voice trails off and Santana can't move, her body rooted to the spot. She feels a wave of emotion surging through her and has to blink back tears because despite not wanting to hear any of this…she can't quite bring herself to tell the other girl to stop talking.
"I understand that you think you're doing the right thing," Quinn continues with a genuine sincerity that surprises Santana. "I know why you think it will be too difficult for you to stay together. But…have you ever thought that it might be more difficult for you to be apart?"
Santana takes a sharp breath in.
That's exactly what she's been trying not to think about.
-x-
"Tana, I made you something."
Santana drifts her gaze from the TV to her cousin sitting on the other end of the old couch. The eight year old is grinning and it's kind of adorable because one of her front teeth is missing.
"Yeah?"
Anita nods and reaches across to her Dora backpack that sits between them, pulling something out.
"We made cards in class today and we made them for anyone we wanted. I made you one to cheer you up."
Her chubby little hand passes over the paper and Santana graciously accepts it. She takes in all the drawings and the cut outs and reads it over, almost having to choke back a sob as an unexpected wave of emotion swirls inside her.
After the third week of not seeing or hearing about Brittany the eight year old had asked Santana where she was. Santana had debated whether or not to tell her the truth and in the end decided to, simply telling her that Brittany wasn't her girlfriend anymore. Anita had asked her if that was why she had been so sad and Santana had told her it was. Then a warm little hand wrapped itself around hers and Santana had almost burst into tears. Since then, surprisingly, Anita is one of the few people she doesn't hate being around right now and they've been spending a lot of time together. She used to not have any patience for Anita's childhood innocence and hope, but there's something about it that she finds really comforting right now. Probably because it reminds her a little of Brittany.
"I don't want you to feel bad anymore."
Santana bites her lip to try to keep herself from crying, and then leans over to give her cousin a hug.
"I'll try."
Anita gives her a gappy grin when they pull away and Santana smiles in return, her heart warming a little.
"Mrs Wilkinson at school says that you shouldn't feel bad as long as you try your best and you ask for help when you need it."
The eight year old nods her head at the advice and then turns back to the Adventure Time episode they were watching, while Santana just keeps staring at her profile, feeling like she's just been slapped upside the head as Anita's words run through her mind again and again. The eight year old is like some little sage fucking yoda, and it's almost like a fog has been lifted in her mind and she can finally see things clearly, things she should have seen before.
All she can think is that she didn't try with Brittany. She didn't ask for help. She just saw all the roadblocks ahead and decided that giving up would be easier. She didn't try to find another way and she didn't ask anyone for help and she turned Brittany away when all she asked was for her to try.
Santana has spent her whole life not trying but she promised herself that she would always try for Brittany and she broke that promise. She doesn't want to be like her mum and her aunt and Puck. She doesn't want to be another Lima Loser just because it's easier than facing the possibility of disappointment. Because yeah, disappointment hurts like fuck but she's survived worse, and nothing could be worse than this. Than being apart from the girl she loves.
She told Brittany that she doesn't believe in them.
She was so fucking wrong.
-x-
The next morning the first thing Santana does is walk right into Miss Pillsbury's office and stand in front of her desk.
"I need your help."
-x-
The next thing almost pains her to do, but it's worth it, Brittany is so fucking worth the text that she sends Quinn.
Can you help me?
-x-
It's probably one of the stupider things she's ever done, (and also pretty fucking dangerous considering she can barely see where she's going thanks to the new moon tonight), but Santana somehow manages to climb up a tree and over to Brittany's window.
(At least she really fucking hopes it's Brittany's window.)
She takes a second to compose herself, brushing back her windswept hair and straightening her clothes, but mostly just taking deep breaths and trying to calm her nerves.
She doesn't even know if Brittany will want to see her let alone talk to her, especially this late at night. She was planning on turning up to McKinley tomorrow afternoon but she was sitting at home after dinner and she just couldn't fucking wait another second to try and fix her mistake.
Santana reaches out and taps on the window a couple of times, holding her breath while she waits for a response from inside, but there's nothing and the room is still dark, so she taps again, a little firmer this time.
It takes a moment but Santana can see a sliver of light flick on from under the blind and her heart starts to beat wildly because this is fucking it.
A second later the blind is being drawn up and Brittany is there, standing in her pyjamas and rubbing at her eyes while she yawns and she's so fucking beautiful that Santana can't help but smile. Brittany's eyes finally focus on her and just from seeing her again Santana feels something shift inside her. She feels lighter. Like she's breathing properly again for the first time in weeks.
The other girl looks confused as she unlocks her window and pulls it open.
"Santana? What are you doing here? How did you get up here?"
Santana has to fight the urge to jump right into Brittany's arms because one, she's standing pretty precariously on this roof and two, Brittany might not seem too upset to see her but she doesn't know that for sure, and she doesn't want to risk being pushed back out the window.
"I need to talk to you. Can I come in? Please?"
Brittany quickly glances over at her door before turning back to Santana and nodding, stepping aside to give the brunette room to climb in.
Santana pulls herself in completely gracelessly and when she rights herself she sees Brittany standing before her with a questioning expression.
"Uh, hi," she offers, trying for her most charming smile.
Brittany gives her a small smile in return, obviously waiting for Santana to say what she came to say, and while it's not exactly a declaration of love and forgiveness, the brunette is encouraged nonetheless. At least she isn't been yelled at.
She takes a deep breath, feeling her heart beating in her fingertips and her stomach doing somersaults. She knows she's rubbish with words but if there's one time in her fucking life where she doesn't say the wrong thing she needs it to be right now. This is fucking it. Her big shot.
"I love you Brittany. I love you so much and you were right, I gave up on us and it was so fucking stupid of me." She keeps her eyes locked with Brittany's, desperate to see every reaction to her words. "I just got scared and I'm so used to bailing before things get rough. But I don't want to be like that anymore…" She feels her voice wavering and swallows thickly. "Not with you. I lied to you before because I do believe in us. I believe in us more than anything in this world. And you make me believe in myself."
Santana chances taking a step closer and when Brittany doesn't move away she reaches for the blonde's hands, holding them in her own.
"I'm so fucking sorry that I hurt you Brittany. And…if you can forgive me…" She looks up from their joined hands hopefully, "I want to try and make this work. Make us work. It's not the perfect solution but I talked to Quinn and she's going to let me stay with her in the apartment her dad is paying for in New Haven."
Brittany's eyes widen at that piece of information and Santana almost wants to chuckle because yeah, this is almost as good as admitting that she is actually friends with Quinn Fabray.
"It's a couple hours away from Manhattan and I can go to the community college there and still be able to see you. Miss Pillsbury says it's not too late for me to apply and with my grades and recommendations I'll be accepted. I can take some classes and then maybe transfer to a university or maybe I can become a nurse. I'd still be able to help people and I'd get to be where you are."
She drops Brittany's hands and takes another step closer, their bodies almost pressed together now, and she lifts one of her hands to cup the blonde's cheek while the other settles on her hip.
"I want us to be together Britt and I don't care if we have to be apart sometimes or if it's hard. It'll always be worth it. Being with you is worth everything."
She holds her breath as she gazes into Brittany's eyes. All she needs is a yes or a nod or fucking anything to tell her that Brittany is still in this. That it's not too late.
But what she gets instead is Brittany shaking her head, and she feels like someone just hit her in the stomach with a sledgehammer, her head and her hands dropping.
"You can't go to New Haven Santana," Brittany finally tells her, voice shaky, and it's like another hit to her stomach.
Now she wishes to be pushed out that fucking window. But it's her own fucking fault. She did this to herself and she couldn't expect Brittany to wait for her when she refused to do the same.
"You can't go to New Haven because you'll be in New York."
It takes a second for the words to make sense in her brain, but once they do her head snaps up and she's looking to Brittany for answers.
"What?"
Santana feels a little flicker of hope in her chest when Brittany smiles her little smile before turning and going over to her desk, coming back with a large thick envelope and handing it to her.
The brunette notices the New York University logo in the corner and her own name on the address label and doesn't know what the hell is going on, her stomach twirling like a motherfucker. She's never seen this envelope before and there's no way she can afford to go to NYU.
"I had Anita steal it for me," Brittany explains with a wink. "We're in cahoots. Open it."
Santana does as she's told, her shaking hands moving quickly until she's pulling out a bunch of papers and brochures.
"Britt…this…" she quickly glances at the items in her hands and then back up to the smiling blonde, "this is an enrolment pack."
She shakes her head trying to make sense of any of this. She can't go to NYU. It's not possible.
"And look," Brittany says as she offers Santana another envelope, and the blonde is looking too damn excited about it for this to be a bad thing.
Santana's brow furrows as she opens it, unfolding the letter, her mouth dropping as she reads it.
"Britt…what…what did you do?"
Brittany is biting her lip looking somewhere between nervous and excited. Santana takes shallow breaths, struggling not to completely freak out.
"You're the first and only recipient of the April Rhodes scholarship," Brittany repeats the words Santana has just read. "April and her husband are paying for your school, San."
Santana shakes her head, not understanding any of this or how it's possible.
Brittany takes one of her hands and brings it to her lips, kissing the back of it.
"Last week I saw April at one of my mum's charity things and she asked why I was so upset. I told her about us and she offered to pay for you, on the spot. She even took her chequebook out. At first I thought it was just because she was drunk, you know, because she always is. But the next day she called me to say that she'd already paid NYU. She really loves you, you know that? Although from now on you'll have to pretend that you're her illegitimate child."
Santana tries to speak but nothing comes out, her mouth opening and closing like a fish. Her heart is beating so fast she's pretty sure it's going to explode. This all sounds so fucking crazy and she blinks quickly, wondering if she's dreaming or something.
"Wait," she finally says, her mind sticking on something Brittany just said. "This happened a week ago? Why didn't you tell me?"
The blonde smiles sheepishly. "I knew you'd change your mind."
-x-
Santana Lopez has always been clever but she thought she'd learned everything she needed to in her first seventeen years.
She thought she had it all figured out. She thought she knew who she was and her place in this world. She thought she'd never leave Lima Heights and she'd end up just like every other Lima loser. She thought she'd still be side-eyeing that asshole cop Tanaka even after he'd retired. She thought she'd still be working at the restaurant when she was going through menopause. She thought she knew it all.
But then she met Brittany Susan Pierce and realised that she knew nothing about life and definitely nothing about love.
So in the last five years she's learned a lot.
She's learned that you can't always pick your roommates and sometimes you end up with a goth who seems more interested in dead bodies than medicine.
She's learned that her lovely and amazing girlfriend will talk to strangers on the subway no matter how much it freaks Santana out.
She's learned that deciding to move in with said girlfriend off campus three years ago was definitely the best decision they could have made, despite the creepy neighbour next door.
She's learned that as far as unofficial quasi-adoptive mothers go, April Rhodes is pretty fucking great.
She's learned that a shop three blocks away from their apartment makes her favourite ever sandwich and the one next to it makes Brittany's favourite ever milkshake and that the park across from them both is the best place to have lunch together on a warm summer day.
She's learned just the right spot to massage Brittany's feet after a long day.
She's learned that a lot of times that leads to awesome sexy-times.
She's learned that accidentally falling asleep overnight in the NYU library gives her a sore neck and makes her girlfriend mad.
She's learned that Quinn Fabray can actually be a pretty awesome friend, despite the fact that she's gone all hipster and is studying photography and they have to travel to Brooklyn to see her.
She's learned that Brittany's ring size is seven.
And today she's remembering something she learned years ago in Lima Heights when she thought she already knew it all.
She learned that love is worth fighting for and that sometimes fairytale happy endings can happen.
Because Brittany Susan Pierce just agreed to marry her.
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Awww…who doesn't love a bit of a fairytale happy ending :D
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EDIT- a series of one-shots will follow this chapter as soon as i finish them