Meanwhile back at the Lopez-Pierce Residence
"I'm sorry Quinn, but I can't do anything tonight. Brittany will be home soon and I feel like this is my only opportunity to salvage our marriage," Santana exclaimed through the phone. Santana was currently making Brittany her favorite dish, spaghetti and meatballs, to make up for the fight that they had last night. Santana was making this romantic dinner for the both her and Brittany and hopefully this night, they can resolve all the recent issues they have been having lately.
"From what you have been telling me, it is Brittany that needs to do the apologizing not you. Sometimes I feel like you are the only one trying to make this marriage work…," Quinn spoke gently through the phone.
"I'm sorry Quinn, but I truly love her. I believe that we are soul mates and this rough patch is only going to last a while. Please, just try to understand…"
"Okay whatever. I just think that Brittany should be doing her part and should not try to make you feel like shit everyday."
"I'm sorry Quinn that our marriage is not as perfect as you and Puck's!" Santana said harshly through the phone.
After high school, Puck and Quinn got together officially. Puck moved to California to work on his pool-cleaning job while Quinn went to Yale for her college degree. Surprisingly, their long-distance relationship managed to work out and they have been together for six years. After Quinn graduated from Yale, she moved to California to join Puck and got married to him right away.
"Listen, you and Brittany have been together for a really long time. You two were inseparable in high school and I truly believed that you two were going to last forever. However, I feel like Brittany just does not truly appreciate how amazing you are Santana. She is treating you really bad and I do not like that at all." Quinn spoke sadly on the phone.
"I love you for caring Quinn. But, whatever is going on in her head right now, she keeps putting all her anger out at me. I tried everything. Heck, I haven't had sex in two months and now she is working for the dumbass Ricky Stick! I just want my old Britt-Britt back…" Santana said feeling crestfallen.
"Good luck Santana. I have to go, there is this new movie deal that I might be able to get for you and the director wants to speak with me to discuss more details on the movie soon…I hope all things go well" Quinn told Santana.
"Yeah Quinn, me too. And thanks for always being there for me. You are truly one of my bestests friends.
"You too Santana" and then Quinn hung up.
Back at the dance studio
Brittany and Ricky Stick continued to make out. Although Ricky Stick was trying to get down on Brittany and try to have sex with her, she knew that that would definitely cross the boundaries (not that she hasn't already but she does not want to go further).
Brittany does not feel anything with him but instead rather feels disgusted by how she is acting right now. Santana is probably at home waiting for her and here she is, making out with this guy who is not even in comparison as hot as Santana.
"Stop Ricky, this is not right," Brittany said breathlessly.
"It feels right to me. Come on lets go to the studio couch." Ricky said while trying to pull her to the other room.
"No Ricky I cant do this anymore. I have to go!" Brittany said while getting out of his grasps. She gathered her stuff, put on her jacket and sweatpants, and left the studio.
"Wait Brittany!" Ricky said, also putting on different clothes, while chasing after her.
"What do you want Ricky?" Brittany said while standing outside the studio's door.
Ricky then leaned in and kissed her while grapping her waist. Brittany, put her hands on his shoulders to push him away but he just continued to kiss her.
He suddenly stopped his notions and looked to some bushes and then back at Brittany who had this guilty look plastered on her face.
"Bye Brittany I guess I'll see you later." Ricky Stick said while going inside to the studio.
Brittany just left him without saying a word, back to the house where her wife was waiting for her with a romantic dinner.
A man appeared from behind the bushes and went up to the dance studio.
"Did you get the video recording on the camera?" The man asked to Ricky once he entered the studio.
"Oh yeah, that bitch was extremely gullible. She actually thought I didn't recognize her as Santana Lopez-Pierce's wife!" Ricky said while laughing.
"Did you get her to kiss you?" The man asked him.
"Oh yeah totally. No woman can resist the Ricky Stick charm " Ricky said while combing his Mohawk-gelled hair through the mirror.
The man rolled his eyes and took the camera from him and transferring a copy of the video and photos to his phone.
"This is going to earn me some big bucks!" the man said happily.
"Split the profits fifty-fifty with me man, I am the one doing all the action here!" Ricky exclaimed, still looking in the mirror while combing his side burns.
"Whatever, that is still a lot of money. I am going to go sell it to US magazine. They sure do like to ruin people's relationship like they did to Robert Pattison and Kristen Stewart. Maybe they can run the story tonight!" The man said excitedly
"Okay bye, I have to continue writing more songs. What should the title to my next song be, Sexy girl or boy am I fine?" Ricky said ignoring the man.
"That guy seriously is so full of himself. Whatever I have to go give these photos and videos to E! news and US magazine now!" The man said while running to the magazine building, which was surprisingly only a block away and emailing the photos he took off his camera to E!
"Hello, Santana are you home?" Brittany asked as she entered the dim-lighted house.
"Santana this is not funny please come out. I do not feel like playing hide and seek right now," said Brittany.
"I'm in the dining room Brittany" said a quiet voice from another room.
When Brittany entered the room, she could not help but stare in awe. The room was filled with hundreds of candles, the table had spaghetti and meatballs, and her wife was standing there with a dress that made her look a thousand times more beautiful than she could ever imagine.
"Hi Brittany," Santana said shyly. She was wearing a red dress that had an extremely low cleavage that perfectly fitted her hot body, and was cut off in her mid-thigh.
Brittany did not respond. She hasn't seen Santana wear such a beautiful dress in such a long time, since the Grammy awards, and she could not help but be thankful for having such a beautiful, caring, amazing, person she could call her wife. And then she rememberd the events that occurred earlier this evening and she could not help but feel guilty.
"So uhh what is all of this for Santana?" Brittany asked quietly. She was still staring at this romantic room in amazement.
"I know that we have been having trouble lately with our marriage. I know how you have been feeling with how people do not refer to you as this amazing dancer but as just my wife. But to me, you are so much more Brittany. You are this wonderful person that I have been in love with since I have first laid eyes when we were just kids. I could not imagine my life with anyone else but you and I just want you to know that I love you Brittany Susan Lopez-Pierce. I love you with all my heart and would do anything to make you happy. Seeing our marriage crumble is ruining me inside. I want to make things work between us and whatever is causing us to drift apart, I want to fix because Brittany, I can not live without you" Santana said with tears in her eyes.
Brittany could not stop the tears that were slowly falling from her face. Here was this perfect being, taking all the blame for what Brittany was causing. It was Brittany that was the one who was straining away from Santana. Santana was perfect and Britttany was screwing her up thinking everything was her fault.
"Oh honey, I am so sorry about everything. It is not your fault at all. I am sorry for not talking to you more about this issue. I love you too Santana. You can not even imaging how much" Brittany said tearfully while stepping closer to Santana.
Santana looked down until Brittany lifted her chin so they could look each other in the eye. Brittany looked down at her lips and started to slowly lean in. Their lips touched and Brittany once again felt that jolt in her body she felt everytime she kissed Santana. She had not done so in a while, and now Brittany was feeling as if this whole time, the emptiness in her stomach was from not being as intimate as she use to be with Santana.
They continued to slowly kiss. Soon, tongue was introduced and they continued to kiss passionately until they could not breathe.
"Brittany, as much as I want to continue, I know you have been working hard today and I made you your favorite dinner. You must be tired from dancing all day. Go up and change and come down so we can have the delicious dinner that I made for you babe" Santana said while leaning her forehead on Brittany's.
Brittany could not stop smiling. Santana was being a true gentlewoman right now. She could keep what happened earlier a secret right? It was only her and Ricky that knew and she knew that he would not tell anyone what happened because if he did, the whole world would practically hate him for ruining a loving marriage. Not to mention what it would do to her…
"Wait Santana" Brittany suddenly remembered as she was walking up the stairs." I want to apologize for last night. I should not have acted so coldly to you. You were only being a good wife and I am sorry."
"Its okay babe, just get your cute butt dressed so we can enjoy the rest of the evening together" Santana said with a smile.
Brittany grinned back and continued to walk up the stairs.
While she was waiting for Brittany, Santana's telephone rang. It was a text message from Quinn, an urgent one apparently since it was labeled as so.
Santana, turn on E! news immediately. Don't ask questions just do it.
Santana knew that when Quinn was demanding that the situation was imperative. She went to her huge flat screen television and turned on a channel that she hardly watched. However, it was what appeared on the screen that made her wish that she had not done so.
"Another cheating scandal has rocked our Hollywood hearts. After the devastating news of Kristen Stewart cheating on Twilight hunk Robert Pattinson, we have been given reports of another cheating scandal going on with our favorite lesbian couple Santana and Brittany Lopez-Pierce. Just recently we have been emailed proof of Mrs. Brittany Lopez-Pierce making out with the one and only Ricky Stick, who is known for trashing talking Santana Lopez-Pierces' work as an artist. " The E!News reporter told the camera.
"The man who reported the news of the cheating provided us and US magazine with evidence of Brittany Lopez-Pierce and Ricky Stick secret love affair. According to him, he first caught evidence of their affair in the dance room several nights ago, and just recently captured a photo of these two people making out outside the dance studio in which Ricky Stick was working with Brittany Lopez-Pierce. Because of the different outfits that were worn on their encounters the first time they were wearing shorts and a shirt, and the second time, pants and a jacket, we can assume that Brittany Lopez-Pierce was cheating on Santana Lopez-Pierce for several days now.
No comment has been made from Santana Lopez-Pierce's rep.
Santana could not believe what she just had seen. On television were photos of her wife making out with a man whom she hated the living guts out of, a man who did not just want to ruin her music career but apparently her marriage as well.
She could not believe what was happening right now. It was not her fault, it was Brittany's! Brittany was the one who was cheating on her. Brittany was the one who made her feel like shit for the past couple of days.
Santana's heart was slowly breaking from the news she just heard. She really could not believe with the fact that her wife of several years has been cheating on her. Brittany was her high-school sweetheart and have been together ever since. Now, here she was at 24 years of age and already her wife was cheating on her.
"Babe I Am ready!" Brittany screamed excitedly from the other room. Brittany knew what she did was wrong but Santana did not need to know. What she did with Ricky was her acting out on pure rage on Santana, even though Santana did not wrong. Brittany knew that she should stop her childish behavior and focus more on the best thing that has happened to her, her marriage with Santana.
"Santana where are you?" Brittany said.
Santana gave no response but just sat on the couch quietly.
"There you are Santana, lets go eat and enjoy this fantastic dinner you made us." Brittany said after she had found Santana sitting on the couch in front of the television.
However, Santana did not look up from the screen.
Interested on what was keeping Santana so interested, she looked on the screen and froze. There she was on television, making out with Ricky Stick. Brittany could not believe what she was seeing. On television, she was making out with a man who made Santana's blood boil and trying to ruin her career
Brittany looked over to her wife and saw her head looking towards the floor with tears slowly falling from her eyes. The scene was absolutely heartbreaking.
Brittany turned off the television and looked over to her wife once again. She had never seen her wife look so devastated in her life, not even after she was outed from the closet by Finn Hudson, not even when her grandma no longer accepted her, not even when Brittany chose Artie over her.
"Santana please look at me. What you just saw was a mistake that I regret. It meant nothing to me. The kisses that I only want are from you and only you. What you saw was just me acting out, confused about what was going on. Please Santana look at me" Brittany pleaded. She put her hands on Santana's knees only to have them be swatted away by her wife.
Santana, without saying a word, got up from the couch, send a text message to Quinn telling her to pick her up ASAP, and went upstairs to their room.
Brittany sat there sadly, sobbing to herself. She just continued to stare at the floor until she heard the room of her and Santana slam shut.
'She probably has to think of what just happened. I could not believe I was such an idiot. Stupid Brittany, always ruining everything' Brittany silently scolded herself.
She continued to deject herself for action so stupid until she heard the door upstairs open up.
"Santana, please listen to me, I –" Brittany stopped mid-sentence when she saw what was in Santana's hands. Santana was standing in front of her, without that sexy dress that she was wearing earlier that night, but instead in jeans and a hoodie. In her hands were two duffel bags with what Brittany assumed were clothes and other necessities.
"Santana where are you going?" Pleaded Brittany.
Santana did not answer but instead walked out the door only to be blinded by dozens of flashes of camera. She pulled out her aviators and continued to walk to the driveway until she saw Quinn's car parked outside.
Brittany chased after Santana. "Santana wait, listen to me!" Brittany yelled. She did not care about the reporters. She only cared about her wife and not letting her leave her.
"Santana please don't leave. Let us work this out but please don't leave me!" Brittany cried out while holding Santana back from entering the car.
"Santana let us work through this. Lets repair this marriage" Brittany continued to beg.
Santana however was still too shocked to talk. However, when she heard the word marriage, in her mind something clicked.
"Brittany, you may just have ruined this marriage" Santana said coldly, looking at Brittany with cold and empty eyes. The eyes that usually comforted Brittany, the eyes that usually gave her warmth inside was now causing her to be filled with pain inside. Santana then ripped her arms from Brittany's grasp, entered Quinn's car, and left the estate.
Brittany just stared at the car as it drove away. She did not move, not even as the reporters continued to take photos and call her a stupid idiot for cheating on Santana. She stayed there in the driveway, looking at where the Quinn's car was parked, and just stared at the empty spot, even when the last reporter left. She just stared into the open road, while waiting for Santana to get back, even though the chances of that happening are low.
Brittany may just have ruined the only thing in her life that she truly cared about.
Brittany was a stupid idiot.
To be continued...