"San, hurry up! It's about to start!"

"I'm coming!" I grab the bowl of popcorn out of the microwave and hurry to the living room. "Want something to dr- Brittany, what the hell are you wearing?"

"My pajamas."

"Those aren't pajamas. You're wearing a...body suit- fishnet- thing."

Brittany's confused face turns into a playful smirk. "But I'm wearing panties." She looks down at herself. "Don't you like them? I'll take them off if you want."

"No! No. It's fine."

"Why are you acting like you've never seen any of it before? Come on." She pats the spot on the couch next to her. "Sit. I want some popcorn."

I weigh my sitting options. The recliner looks like a much better idea.

"No, no, no."As if she could read my thoughts, she grabs my hand and pulls me down next to her. "You sit here." She scoots towards me until there's no more space in between us and takes the popcorn from me, setting it down on the coffee table. "Stop being so weird," she says, and twists her torso ever so slightly, grazing my upper arm with her left breast.

My breath catches in my throat at the contact and I struggle to form a sentence. "Brittany...Let's- Why- I- I thought we were going to watch a movie."

She pouts. "Do you really want to watch it? There's better things to do." Her pout quickly vanishes and she looks at me with a stern look on her face. "What do you want to do?" She gently grips my thigh. "Tell me." The tip of her fingers sneak under the cuffs of my shorts and she licks her bottom lip. "What do you want to do, Santana?"

"I..."

"Santana..."

"I don't know."

"...Do you want breakfast?"

"What?"

"Breakfast. I can whip something up."

My eyes flutter open and I find that I am not on my couch and I am most definitely not in my apartment.

"I can make some kick ass frittatas. Do you want one?"

"Natalie?" I turn on my back and find Natalie sitting next to me. My skin gets a serious case of the goosebumps and I cover my bare chest with the bed sheet.

"What's wrong? You look a little surprised."

"No...I just...I forgot I was here. What time is it?"

"Eleven. Why? Do you have somewhere to be? I can give you a ride."

"No...I'm free today." I scan the floor for my clothes. "What were you saying about breakfast?"

"Oh! I was asking if you want a frittata. We can have breakfast, hang out here for a while, then go catch a movie at the theater. What do you think?"

"Yeah." I reach for my bra on the floor. "A movie sounds good," I say as I clip my bra on under the sheets. "Wait...Shit," I say in realization.

"What?"

"I completely forgot."

"You forgot what?"

"Can you give me a lift home? I told Brittany I'd be back early to watch some movies she picked up yesterday...How can I have forgotten?" I ask myself as I grab my dress from the corner of the bed.

"But what difference does it make now? She probably already watched them."

"You'd think so, but knowing Brittany she probably waited for me to get home until she fell asleep. Have you seen my underwear?"

Natalie leans over her side of the bed and comes back up with my panties in her hand. "Santana..."

"Oh, thanks." I take them and slide them on. "Is it okay if we go to the movies some other day?"

"...Yeah. Sure. I'll grab my keys and take you home."

We drive up to my street and Natalie pulls over. She doesn't kill the engine though, which I think is strange.

"You're not going to walk me?"

"Is that okay? I need to get back home."

"Oh, yeah. It's alright. Um...Thank you so much for everything. I had a great time."

"Yeah. Me too."

"Really, Nat. Everything was wonderful," I say. "Everything."

She smiles but doesn't look too convincing. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. I'll call you later, kay?"

I don't want to read too much into it, but I feel like she's trying to get me out of her car. She doesn't even try to kiss me goodbye. "Okay. Thank you, again. I'll see you soon?"

She nods and unlocks the car doors, yet another sign that she can't wait for me to get off her car. I haven't even gotten to my building's entrance when she hits the gas and leaves in a hurry.

I take the elevator up to my floor and find that my door is unlocked.

"Brittany? Why is the- Hey. What are you doing here?"

"Hey, Babe." Adam walks over to me and kisses my cheek. "Had a good night?" He asks, noticing my outfit.

"Uh...yeah. It was interesting." I slip my heels off and walk into the kitchen to serve myself some water. "So why are you here?"

"Jax and I drove Brittany back to the hotel to get her car."

"Oh. Where is she?"

"In your room with Jax. Unfolding boxes." My brows furrow as I drink from my cup. "She found an apartment."

I bring the cup down from my lips and set it down with a little more force than necessary. "What?"

"We went to see some places after we got her car and she found one."

"She found one?" I ask, incredulously. "But she hadn't mentioned anything about looking for one."

"I guess it was kind of spontaneous."

"When is she moving?" I ask, a little worried now that I'm past being surprised.

"I'm not sure. She still needs to go sign the lease contract. But it's kind of a done deal."

I chew on my bottom lip. "She's in my room?"

Adam nods.

"I'm gonna go talk to her."

"Hey." He catches my arm. "Wait."

"What?"

"You spent the night at Natalie's."

"So?"

"If Brittany wants to move out, you should let her. I can't keep up with what you're doing or what you're feeling. You've been all over the place lately. But if she doesn't want to be here anymore, you shouldn't try to change her mind."

I shake my arm out of his grip and turn to walk down to my bedroom. "Brittany?" I say, dodging boxes in my path.

Jax and Brittany pop their heads up from behind the farther side of my bed. "Hey, Santana! Nice of you to come home." Jax stands up and throws the box he was working on on my bed. "Did you have fun? Brittany did. Well, until she fell asleep waiting for you. But did you hear? She found an apartment!" He exclaims with fake excitement.

I roll my eyes and exhales loudly. "Yes, Jax. I heard. Can you let me talk to her?"

He looks at Brittany and she gives him an appreciative smile. "Fine."

Once he leaves the room I take his discarded box and finish unfolding it. "Where did you guys find so many boxes?"

"The real estate agent gave them to me. He said he had them in his car, but I think he went to buy them."

"Just for you?"

"Yeah. I guess he really wanted to close the deal."

I set the box down and pick up an another one. "So you're really leaving then?"

"Yeah. I think it's time. I've been taking advantage of you."

"I don't mind."

She lets out a short breathy laugh.

"It's going to be weird being here alone," I say.

"I'm moving closer to the studio. You can come visit me after work."

"You can count on that. I'll be there so much that you'll regret telling me to visit you."

"Doubt it," she says with a smile.

"I'm sorry I didn't come home for our movie night."

"That's okay. We can watch them some other time."

I finish unfolding the last box and set it down. "Do you want to watch them tonight?"

"I do, but I have a dinner to go to."

"Oh."

"With Rachel."

"Rachel? Why are you going out with her?"

"Well...She called me today and said she might have a teaching job for me in New York."

"So soon? What about your job at the studio?"

"I need to talk to my boss, but I'm sure she'll be okay with it. It's only for a month and I haven't taken any time off since I started there. Well, other than when I was sick." Her voice lowers but then picks up again. "I can't let this one pass me by. It pays great and I've been wanting to go to New York for a while now."

"But it's not a sure thing yet right? I mean, you still have to talk to Rachel about it?"

"Well, yeah. But- Do you not want me to go? You should be happy for me." She stands up and begins stacking all the boxes in a corner.

"Of course I'm happy for you."

"Then act like it," she says, firmly.

"Brittany. I didn't mean to sound like I'm not happy for you. If you want to take the job then you should."

"Yeah. That's what I'm doing. Everyone else around here seems to do what they want."

"What does that suppose to mean? I'm trying to be supportive."

She tosses the last box on the stack and rubs her forehead. "I know. I'm sorry. It's just- I've had a busy morning. I'm already kind of stressed out."

"Let's just relax, okay? Have you had breakfast?" She shakes her head. "Let's go see if we can make Jax cook for us."

She inhales deeply and exhales an 'okay.'

The following day, at work, Natalie is nowhere to be found. Today is Monday, which means I'm supposed to have lunch with her. In reality, I always have lunch with her except Wednesdays because that's when I meet Brittany at the cafe nearby. But today when the clock marked two, she didn't come by the recording studio to pick me up. I texted her and asked her if we were doing lunch, but she replied with an apology and said she had backed up work she needed to get done. That's hard to believe because she always keeps up with work, she takes it very seriously.

As we're finishing up the last recording session of the day, Natalie shows up. She looks really worn out and looks like she hasn't slept. "Hey."

"Hey. You look terrible." I swing my purse over my shoulder, ready to leave. "Do you want to go get some coffee?"

"No, but I do want to talk to you."

"What's up?"

She waits until my co-workers are out of the room then sits on the chair across from me. She pats my chair and I sit down. "I think we need to stop doing this."

"Doing what?"

"This," she says, motioning between us.

"What are you talking about?"

"I don't think we should see each other anymore. At least...not how we've been-"

"Wait. Is this about Brittany? She's moving out."

"This isn't about Brittany. It's about us." She cups both my hands between her own. "I love you, but...You don't love me. And you never will. Last night was wonderful, but it was a lie. I convinced myself that if I made love to you you'd feel something for me. But it was stupid and childish. I tried to be patient and thought you'd get over Brittany, but that was stupid too. You love her. You feel for her what I feel for you. That's how I know you will never fall out of love with her. I haven't even known you for a year." She chuckles. "And I already feel things for you that I've never felt. I can only imagine how you feel about Brittany. You guys have so much history."

"Natalie-"

"Wait. Let me finish." She shifts on her seat and sits up straight. "We can't keep lying to ourselves. You love Brittany and I can't change that. You're really obvious about it too." She smiles. "You ran out of my apartment just because you missed a movie night with her. And don't think I didn't notice how you didn't want to kiss me infront of her."

My eyes move around the room, too ashamed to look at her.

"It's okay though. You were honest with me from the beginning. I knew how you feel about her... And Santana..." She pauses and waits for me to refocus my attention on her. "She loves you too. The other day, when we were in your hallway, she took the stairs not because she wanted to get some cardio. She took them because she didn't want to wait for the elevator while we were there. She couldn't stand seeing you with me."

"That's not true."

"It is. I know it is, because that's what I would have done if I were her. I can't keep you from her anymore, Santana. She's free to be with you now and you guys are wasting time."

"Natalie, it's not the same for her anymore. She had a boyfriend. She-"

"You have to stop being so blind. Don't you want to be with her? Stop making obstacles for yourself. Stop overthinking things and just do what you feel." She rises up from her chair and pulls me up with her. "Allow yourself to be happy." She places a soft kiss on my forehead and smiles kindly. "Just let go, okay?"

And just like that she walked away. She walked away from me and from my life. I didn't see her for the rest of the week and when I asked Steve if he knew anything about her, he said she had transferred to their offices in San Francisco. I tried calling her a few times that day but she didn't pick up once.

The weekend has come around again, and Brittany is the one leaving this time. Rachel had already secured her the job in New York before even talking to her. Brittany's boss wasn't too happy about her leaving for a month, but she supported her decision nonetheless and said her job at the studio would be there when she got back.

As for me, I've been thinking about what Natalie said. I thought I had changed since high school, but I still worry too much about things that are out of my control and I've finally recognized that I do over think things sometimes. But I've decided to really change this time. I'm letting go and allowing every situation to flow naturally from now on. I'm done thinking about every move I and others make.

"Jax, I can drive her."

"Santana, she's already late, and honestly, the way you drive...she would never get there."

"I drive fine," I protest.

"You drive slower than Oma Abi, San."

I scowl. "No I don't."

"Who's Oma Abi?" Adam asks. "Sounds Arab."

"She's Brittany's grandma. And it's not Arab, it's German."

Adam eyebrows shoot upwards. "You're German, Brittany? So am I!"

I roll my eyes, but Brittany high fives him, proudly. "Well...I'm half German. My dad is English-American, but my mom is German."

"Good enough for me," Adam says, still grinning.

"Her grandma is a hard-core German though," I say. "She won't speak a word of English unless she absolutely has to."

"So you speak German?" Adam asks.

"A little. I only get to practice it with my grandma. My mom doesn't really use it."

"Okay, time to wrap up this Brittany 101 class . We have a plane to catch." Jax picks up Brittany's suitcase and heads towards the door.

"I'd go drop you off too, but there's no way I'll fit in Jax's stupid smart car."

"Hey! It saves the Earth!"

Brittany laughs and wraps her arms around my middle, pulling me into a tight hug. "I'm gonna miss you," she says, almost in a whisper.

"I'll miss you too. A Lot." I kiss her cheek.

"Brittany, seriously, we need to go," Adam warns.

"Geez! Chill, Sergeant." I end the PDA and Brittany gives Adam a quick good-bye hug.

"Have a good trip," he says.

"Thank you. See you guys!" She hurries out the door only to come back in a second later. "I forgot my ticket." She snatches an envelope from the coffee table and back runs out the door.

Adam chuckles. "She's crazy."

"Watch your mouth, Frat boy."

"I'm just saying." He stretches out on my couch and pulls out his phone. "What are you doing today?"

"Nothing. I'll probably finish packing for Brittany."

"Why don't you go out with Natalie?"

I lay across my recliner and sigh. "Because she broke up with me."

Adam stops thumbing at his phone and looks at me. "What? When?"

"A few days ago."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I don't know. I didn't want to talk about it. And I still don't want to talk about it so just tell me about your plans for the weekend."

He purses his lips but goes back to looking through his phone. "We're going to my parents."

"Again? Didn't you just go a few weeks ago?"

"No. I haven't visited them since last Christmas."

"Then why the hell did Jax tell me you were going to go visit them?"

"When did he say that?"

"A few weeks ago. I called him to see if you guys wanted to go out, but he said you guys were leaving to your parents."

"Oh yeah. I thought I heard him talking to you." He drops his phone on his chest. "I don't know why he told you that though. We had already agreed we were going this week. Maybe he just wanted to hang out with Brittany and didn't want to make you feel bad."

"Hang out with Brittany?"

He nods "She was there that night. Don't feel bad though. You know they're like best friends now or whatever."

"She told me she was going to her friend's house."

"I don't think she did. Unless she went really early in the morning because she spent the whole day at my place."

"Why didn't you tell me?" I exclaim.

"Tell you what? I didn't think it was a big deal."

I sit up on the recliner and cross my legs. "What did they do while she was there?" I ask, intrigued.

"I don't know. I stayed in our bedroom most of the time."

"Adam! What did you see them do?"

"Nothing! They were just talking."

"About what?"

"I don't know. Recipes and stuff."

"Recipes?" I ask, confused.

"Yeah, they've been talking about that a lot lately. I think Brittany wants to learn how to cook."

I furrow my brow, deep in thought. "Why would they lie to me? Brittany could have just told me she was going to your place," I say more to myself than him.

"...ringing."

"It's not like it'd upset me. Her lying to me upsets me."

"Santana..."

"And I asked her how it went when she got back and she still kept up the lie."

"Santana! Your phone!"

"What?" I end my monologue and take my ringing phone from Adam's hand. "Hello?" I answer, not bothering to see who's calling.

"Are you busy?"

"Hello to you too, Quinn. I actually am busy. I'm in the middle of figuring something out."

"I'm sure you'd much rather hear what I have to say."

"Quinn, just because you helped me out the other day and all that, doesn't mean that I suddenly care about the things you have to say."

"It's about Brittany...And the reunion."

"Santana." Adam kicks my knee with the end of his shoe. "Do you have beer?"

"Shh!"

"You don't want to know what happened?" Quinn asks, surprised.

"Do you?" Adam repeats.

"What? No, I do want to know." I pull the phone away from me and cover the mouthpiece "Adam can you please not be an ass for five minutes? This is important."

"Well do you have beer or not?"

"I don't know! Go check!"

He grunts in annoyance and heads to the kitchen.

"...Called me. She said she needed to vent out because she was upset at Brittany's reaction and said Finn was only giving his opinion," Quinn finishes.

"Who?"

"Rachel! Are you listening or not?"

"I am, I am. What was Finn giving his opinion about?"

"About your breakup with Brittany. According to Rachel, he said that your breakup shocked everyone, but he wasn't too surprised. He said he always thought you were putting a lot more of yourself into the relationship and figured you guys would end up breaking up. He said that what did surprise him, was that Brittany broke up with you and not the other way around. Then Brittany went nuts and said he didn't know what he was talking about and that she did it because she loved you...she said she is-"

God, Brittany was so right. Finn was and always will be an immature moron. I should have listened to her when she said she didn't want to see him.

"Santana? Are you there?"

"Yeah... I'm here." I sigh." I can't blame Brittany for what she did. She was drunk and Finn was out of line...as usual."

"Did you not hear me? She said she loves you. She's still in love with you."

"Santana!" Adam shouts from the kitchen. "Why do you have so many candles? I hope you weren't planning on lighting them all at the same time."

I rush to the kitchen and find Adam standing in front of an open cupboard. The thing's stuffed with dinner candles from top to bottom.

"You would've lit the place on fire with all these," he says.

"Santana? Say something," I hear Quinn demand through the phone. "She's in love with you!"

"Quinn...I have to go." I end the call and drop my phone on the kitchen counter.

"And why are they dinner candles? Where you going to cook?" He snorts.

I pull the refrigerator door open and dig through everything until I find the white packaged Salmon hidden at the very back. I pull it out and hold it up for Adam to see. "She bought Salmon! Look! She knows I love Salmon!"

He lifts an eyebrow, not impressed by my revelation. "Okay, she bought Salmon. Can you get it away from me?" He asks, pushing my hand away. "I hate seafood."

"She was going to cook for me." I stare down at the piece of fish and slam my hand against my forehead. "How can I have been so stupid! I can't believe I missed all her hints. The Salmon, the short pajama shorts...The dress! I mean, her boobs were just about popping out! And the way she was acting at the reunion...And then that night...God! I'm an idiot."

"Sooo...What I'm getting is...Brittany was trying to seduce you?"

"I don't know about seducing, but she was definitely dropping hints!"

"Santana, you were with Natalie. It's not like you were going to go for it...Right?"

"Of course not. I wouldn't have done that to her. Maybe that's why I missed Brittany's signals. But she's in love with me, Adam! She still loves me! Jax was completely right! Things do happen for a reason. We saw each other again because we're meant to be together."

"Alright, alright." He takes the Salmon from me and sets it down along with his beer. "Maybe she was trying to get your attention, but how do you know she's still in love with you?"

"Because she said so! At the reunion. There's no time to explain." I snatch my phone and look around the living room for my car keys. "Where are my keys? I need to get to the airport!"

"Santana, even if you're right, I think you should wait till she comes back. You'll never make it to the airport in time. She was already late when she left."

"She was late to the gate. Her flight doesn't leave for another hour...Where are my god damn keys!"

Adam lets out a heavy breath and walks past me to the door. "Come on, I'll drive."

"Right here! This is it! Stop! Stop!"

"Santana! I can't stop the car here!

"Just let me out then!"

Adam slows the car down and I don't wait for it to come to a complete stop. As I run through the American Airlines's entrance of LAX, I hear cars honking and I can only assume they're pissed at Adam for stopping in the middle of the road.

I push people out of the way and don't bother excusing myself. I don't have time to pretend I'm nice. I need to get to Brittany.

"Ma'am." A security officer steps in front of me as I try to skirt around the metal detector. "You need to get in line, please."

"No. I don't have a ticket. I just want to talk to my friend. She's up there." I point up the stairs.

"I'm sorry, but you can't go up there unless you have a ticket."

I'm about to punch this idiot and run up the stairs when I see Jax descending down the escalator. "Jax!" I run over to him.

"What are you doing here?"

"I need to talk to Brittany. How did you get up there?"

"They let me wait with her while she boarded. What's wrong? Did something happen?"

"No, no. I just need to talk to her. Distract the moron with the medical gloves so I can sneak up there."

"Santana, she's gone. She's on the plane."

"What?" I look at my phone. "There's fifteen minutes left."

He shakes his head. "They already boarded."