Fight.

We made love again this morning. It wasn't our usual 'Goodbye' sex. It was more 'I'll see you very soon' sex. I loved it, I loved the difference; and I knew when I'd leave your door I wouldn't feel sadness…but excitement.

You kissed me softly on my lips before wishing me a safe trip. I nodded and reluctantly stepped away from you – we both know I'd never leave the house if I'd have stayed with you any longer. I smiled sadly as I reached for my small case and headed towards the door.

"I really hope it works out with Finn…" your voice was so small. It nearly made my heart crumble right then. I closed my eyes hard and took a breath; I needed to be strong for you.

"Britt, I promise you…I'm gunna fight for us." I said it with meaning because I do mean it. I mean it more than anything I've ever felt before. Every fibre in my body means this. My heart has belonged to one person in my whole 25 years of being on this earth. It belongs to you. It always will. With such purpose, how could I not fight?

You smiled again and I'm glad I convinced you. I didn't want you to know that I had my doubts. You have to know, I don't tell you these things because all I want to do is protect you, if I ever lie…it's because I do it for what's best.

"I love you Santana." You usually walk upstairs as quick as possible, because you hated to see me go; yet this time you take a few steps back from the door and smile shyly. I didn't even realise I'd been smiling brightly at you… you have this effect on me. I whisper a 'Bye' as I step out the front door. Carefully, I scan the area quickly for any paps: no one saw me enter the condo last night but I swear even crickets are their sources these days. Happy with the clearance, I nod over to Dave who hops out the Lexus and runs over to me, smiling politely and taking my bags as he gestures towards the car.

I really like Dave. He's been my body guard for 3 years now and he knows about me and Brittany. I know I can trust him with everything.

As I enter the backseat I quickly dial a familiar number…

"Lopez! You're 20 minutes late! I said, specifically we were flying at 5.30am. It is now nearly 5.50! Do you have math issues San? I swear I'll kick your brown ass when you get here I'll-"

"Calm down Fabray. Look all this sexual frustration is making you a bitch. I swear this dry season of yours is bad for you…" I tease Quinn and smile widely as I hear her huff down the phone, "Plus, I'm on my way. Get seated; get me my coffee and some bacon for your lovely self and I'll see you in 20. Oh and Quinn? I'm Santana Lopez. I still make it even when they say my flight closed."

"34C? This again Quinn?"

"Well, that way you always know where I'm seated… it's your bra size." Quinn answers casually whilst not looking up from her magazine.

"Quinn, it's a private jet. I always know where you're sitting." I kick her playfully and take a seat next to her. She finally looks up and sticks her tongue out. I smile back and pull out a pen and paper and rest it on my lap.

"I'm guessing you're extremely nervous about today?" She wasn't teasing anymore. I could hear the concern in her voice. The girl knew me.

"No… I… it's just for the plane ride." I lied and was met with silence, I looked to see Quinn with a stern face and her eyebrow rose. She knew me. "Okay. Maybe a little, there's a lot at stake Q. I just wanted to write some music… it … it makes me feel more free."

"We've gone over this San, and I'll always support you 100%. He's a human being not a God, you're asking for a simple request. I'm putting it as lightly as possible but, if you don't try then why bother at all? Have you told Brittany how you feel?" Quinn knows the answer.

"You know I haven't. Look, she doesn't know much about… Finn. Well, she knows he's an asshole to me most of the time but Britt seems to think that's because I'm not complying with his schedule. She thinks he's a tough boss kinda guy. I'd rather her think that Quinn. I really would." I could feel Quinn's eyes judging me as I turn to my paper and began to write.

"Maybe you should tell h-"

I interrupted quickly. "No! Q, sorry I just… can we just get this over with and hit a bar after? Please?" she shrugged sadly and nodded whilst sipping on her coffee.

Quinn Fabray had been my publicist for 7 years. She's my best friend. She's my sister. Finn introduced us when I was 18 and she was 24, he knew she could 'Make me a Star' and kudos to Quinn: she did. There's a lot of stuff we've done along the way that neither of us are proud of, but this is our life. Playing puppet to the media; playing puppet to Finn.

This was gunna be a long trip.

*Flashback*

Santana Lopez waited in her black Mercedes Benz outside The Hollywood Hilton Hotel. She nervously fiddled with her sunglasses whilst eying every pedestrian who walked within 20 metres of the car. Concentrating on nothing and everything, she was startled by the knock on her window.

Dave.

"Excuse me, Miss Lopez?" Dave looked around too, it was in his nature too. Santana wound the window down and rolled her eyes.

"Dave, how many times I gotta tell you? Call me Santana. You know…pronounced San-tan-a. S-A-N-T-"

"Sorry Santana, I get it I'm sorry. I get used to it when we're at the office you know. Anyway, there's no press, the hotel is heavily secured and I will be at the lobby at all times. Your personal phone will direct straight to me and I'll be at your service. Your room is 1201. Enjoy your free time!" Dave smiled enthusiastically; he knew the Latina had a tough time signing the album deal with Hudson Records this morning.

"Thank you Dave, really. And, screw the lobby! Hit the pool or the massage area! It's on my tab." She winked playfully as she made her way out the car, Dave escorting her and her bags towards the elevator. Quickly enough they were inside room 1201, Santana flopped face first on the bed.

"I'll be off now Santana, hope you have a good rest." Santana mumbled something as Dave exited the room quietly. Sensing the close was clear, she shot up off her bed and towards the mirror.

Doing her hair and makeup and once over, she grabbed her bag and headed towards the door, opening it slowly. Doing a sneaky one two look across the private floor she closed her door and briskly walked down the hall: Room 1207.

Knocking three times she nervously shook her legs whilst doing a quick glance over to her room again. (You never know when Dave pops up.)

The door slowly opened and she was pushed inside and onto the bed, giggling to herself she propped herself up with one elbow and met the gaze of a familiar blonde…

"Where have you been?" she was stern and playful. Fierce blue eyes meeting mocha ones.

"Stealing my lyrics now, Pierce?" Santana shot back and arched her eyebrow, stroking the silk sheets up and down on the bed beside her.

"Two weeks ago, you gave me the best lapdance of my life. Now it's time to return the favour…" the blonde stalked over to the bed and straddled Santana.

"On second thoughts, lapdance later; clothes off now!"

"Is it ready yet San?" Brittany called from the bedroom.

"Yeah! Bubbles and everything! Get yo' fine ass in here Britt!" the Brunette played back. Running her hands through the hot water of the large tub, adding more bubbles to places that were lacking.

She carefully undressed and lowered her body into the water, it was hot but bearable and the bubbles were perfect. Perfect for Brittany.

The blonde entered the bathroom shyly, gazing at the Latina who couldn't look any snugger. She was only wearing pants, and they easily slid down her legs as she stepped out of them. Lowering herself carefully onto Santana, she was met with the Latina's arms embracing her into a tight hold. Sighing, she let herself mould back into her. Santana kissed her neck sweetly as she grabbed the cloth to wash over Brittany's arms.

After romantically washing eachother, which should have took 20 minutes – but ended up taking 40 due to numerous sweet lady kisses, they were both back to their original position in the tub, bathing in comfortable silence.

"I don't normally do this you know…" Santana said wearily, her voice small as she broke the silence.

"Do what baby? Bathe with someone?" the blonde answered back playfully, she knew Santana didn't mean that exactly but she wanted her to feel comfortable. She squeezed Santana's hand.

"Well…no not really" The Latina chuckled nervously. "But… I've never… liked someone this much before. This early on as well, it's exciting but kinda scary at the same time if that makes sense?"

"It makes perfect sense San, and honestly – I haven't either. And I'm excited about this. You know, I'm not out to break anyone's heart here…" the blonde turned to look at Santana, leaning in and kissing her softly.

"You know, when you kiss me like that I lose my trail of thought massively." She nuzzled her nose against the blondes. "And babe, I know. Me neither. I like you. You like me. Let's just go for this thing – whatever it is. I'm not scared of you or this relationship…"

"Then what are you scared of San?"

The Latina thought for a moment, unsure of whether to tell the truth or not. She looked back up at Brittany's face and knew she had to be honest…

"Hollywood."

"San, we'll figure something out. I want to figure something out. You can't let your career control your life babe, sometimes you got to fight it you know? And I'll fight it with you." Brittany picked up Santana's hand and gently kissed it. "We've done pretty well this past week if you ask me! Now come on, let's get dried…put them furry dressing gowns on that are hanging on that funky door and watch a dvd!" she kissed Santana again, who was now convinced that Brittany Pierce was undoubtedly the one.

Brittany decided to pick 'Titanic' as the movie choice for the night, much to Santana's disapproval. She claimed she hated 'sappy, depressing movies' but was quickly shut up when Brittany had mentioned a few she'd starred in herself. Truth is, Santana felt so passionate towards the love story of Titanic, she both hated and loved how the movie ended.

Both were wrapped up in the white dressing gowns in a cute spooning position with Santana behind, staring intensely at the sad scenes that played before them.

Sniffling light the blonde turned slightly towards Santana, managing to keep her eyes fixated on the screen. "I just don't get it. Why would Jack let Rose get on the boat? Knowing he'd never see her again? Knowing he'd die? It just…ugh…it baffles me. Who wrote this shit?"

Santana laughed and lifted up kissing the blondes arm.

"It's not funny San! It's heart breaking! I just don't understand why he'd do that!" Brittany was shut up with Santana's plump lips caressing her own, it was slow and passionate. The brunette pulled back and kissed down Brittany's neck before looking back up to the blonde.

"Had to do anything to stop you from crying Britt." She smiled bashfully as Brittany's eyes widened with adoration. "And, it was his only choice. He loved her, and for that reason he knew he couldn't bear to see her die. So he did what hurt the most and let her go, he let her get on the boat. Because it was best for her and it was to save her. It is heart breaking… I'd hate to be in that situation the poor guy!"

"You love this film don't you?" Brittany smiled as she flipped them over, inches between their faces.

"Don't you dare tell anyone!"

My eyes averted from my hands as I started to crumble under the tense silence of Finn Hudson's office. I had just proposed my plan of having a month off, he still hadn't turned around in his chair. I was about to speak up, technically I could do as I please but this is standard procedure when you're under a strict contract. I sighed heavily and looked around bored as he coughed suddenly, and swung his chair around.

"Sorry, I was just trying to comprehend your insane proposition then. So, you started filming 2 months ago Santana, and now you want time off?" Finn looked as if he found me highly amusing, but I knew inside he was raging.

"Look Orca, I'm not dealing with your managerial crap now. I need a couple weeks off to recuperate. Lionsgate won't mind, I've already spoke to Spielberg. I'm just letting you know. I'll write some music, if that makes you happy. But understand I'm not quitting the film. So don't cry." I tried to be as strong as possible. Finn's face dropped as he looked shocked towards me, his eyes narrowing.

Smirking, he folded his hands in his laps and rested his feet on his desk. "Tell me Santana, since when do you talk to me like that?"

I smirked as I stood up and strolled over to his desk, folding my arms in front me. "Well, Finn. Probably since I'm gunna earn a mere 80 million dollars this year, what about you? Oh wait; you live off 20% of my earnings. So do the math wise guy, and don't forget your daddy is the boss around here not you. Now, may I take my leave? I have places to be, people to see… A break that has my name written all over it…"

He leant back before looking me up and down, flicking his hands at me to go away. I smiled sarcastically as I picked my bag up and headed towards the door, admiring my Album plaques decorated along his corridor.

"I'm curious though Santana, this wouldn't have something to do with Brittany Pierce would it?"

I stopped dead in my tracks and turned around quickly, he stood up now, making his way towards me.

"It is? Oh, Santana. I told you not to get involved with your stupid flings!" I scowled as he stepped towards me but he lifted his finger up indicating he was definitely not done. "Do you realise how hard it is to cover up this whole gay thing? You do realise if you're caught it'll not only end your career but Blaine's as well?" I looked down and bit my tongue, Finn Hudson was conniving. Everyone knew this, I knew this. I tried not to listen. "And, what about your poor mother, what would she think?" his hand caressed my cheek as I slapped it away harshly.

"Don't you ever bring her into this Hudson!" I seethed as he took a step back, knowing he's breaking me… and loving it. Control is what he needs. "I'm not going to destroy mine or Blaine's career ok? We've worked too hard for it. Plus, you know Quinn has the press covered!"

He smirked again and stepped back to me. "The press believe the whole you and Brittany are 'best friends' thing but I don't think you realise Santana: one look, one touch…. even one word out of place in public and the façade will die off. Before you know it, rumours escalate. Even rumours alone taint your reputation. All for a bit of lady fucking, I swear how could you be so selfish? If that's all you need I can hire I girl to come with you everywhere and have her pass of as your personal trainer or something. You're playing with fire running around with that air head."

I couldn't stop the anger now.

I stared at him hard, completely gob smacked to what I just heard. I pushed him harder and he stumbled far back. "I KNOW WHAT THE CONSEQUENCES ARE FINN! Don't you realise I think about it EVERYDAY! My life is just one big fucking act! Why do you think I'm so good in movies, huh? Lots of practice!" I push him again and again and he grabs my hands as we struggle. I break apart and take a sharp breath – I didn't even realise I was crying. "I don't want some whore Finn! Brittany's more than what you think she is. I got this. I've got it under control. And don't you ever fucking dare speak about her like that again!"

He stepped back and eye me curiously before his face made a shocked expression. "You're… you're in love with her, aren't you?"

I said nothing and placed the straps of my bag on my shoulder, turning to leave again. "Goodbye, Finn."

I heard him laughing hysterically as I made my way down the long corridor again, I couldn't wait to be out of this damn office, out of his presence.

"Oh Santana this is GOLD!" He shouted and laughed at the same time. "Wait up a second!" I stopped again, my fists clenched as my back was towards him; I could hear his half jogged footsteps.

"Not only will you ruin your life. But you will completely obliterate hers."

He laughed harder and I didn't understand. "Don't you get it? Do you even realise? You think about this everyday yet you've missed out the most important factor. Her primary market audience is young teens and kids, Santana! What parent in America will let their kids watch interviews of their favourite artist gush about how much she appreciates the female form? Or let them listen to songs about her love for her girlfriend? And BEST of all… who would want to support an artist who has lied to her fans about her sexuality? Who has been with her best friend in secrecy all this time? Oh, quite the scandal don't you think? Congratulations Santana, you've dug a grave for this girl."

My thoughts stopped. I didn't even know what to say. Finn's words played in my mind over and over. What have I done? He was right, I never even thought about this… I was too busy… being… selfish? I don't know anymore. I love her. That's all I know. But I didn't think about this? Would this be my effect on her?

Finn must have noticed my thinking and placed his hand on my back, I squirmed at the touch but I didn't have the energy to shrug it off. Guiding me towards the door, he turned me so I was facing him.

"I know I am harsh with you Santana, but I'm doing it for your best interest, believe me. You think you got it covered, you haven't. Even if you manage to succeed with this whole façade with Brittany… it won't last long. She's gunna get so much bigger and so are you. You'll spend more time apart. Even if you quit the acting for a while, she'll tour. It'll be constant pushing and pulling. I've seen it before. She'll grow to resent you. Because if you carry on with this you'll have to make a choice, and that's not fair on her is it? She's 19 years old Santana, she's barely lived. I know you're only 25 but that is a lot of growth. You'll both be holding eachother back." I cried harder at the realisation as I stepped out the threshold of the door.

"You said a month, but I want to see you in 2 weeks, let you regain perspective on this situation before it gets way out of control for everyone." He smiled as he wiped my cheek. I fucking hated him.

I looked at Finn again. I wanted to hit him. I wanted to kill him even. But why did I feel so guilty? I couldn't get any words out as I composed myself in front of him. With one last look, I turned and made my way to the elevator of Hudson Records. I looked at my blackberry for distraction and seen 2 messages.

From: Quinn Fabray

Flight to LDN leaves at 5pm NY time, meet you on the plane… you know the seats ;) Hope the meeting with the man giant went well. All the women who independent! X

From: Britt 3

Baby! Can't wait to see you today! I know you'll be jetlag so I've ordered all your favourite food and drink and there will definitely be a bubble bath involved! I'm at the Mayfair hotel in London, penthouse suite (u kno how I do) text me when you land. I love you xxxxxx

My heart dropped at the text from her. Every time I thought of her my entire body was washed over with the feeling of complete love and complete guilt.

The unstoppable force meets the immovable object.

I know why I feel guilty now, and the reason makes me hate myself.

Maybe Finn was right.

Heathrow Airport, London.

I told Quinn about what happened with Finn. To my surprise, she didn't say anything. I knew it was hard for her because I think she too agreed with Finn. I threw up a couple of times in the bathroom on the aircraft. The more I thought about it the more nauseous I felt. I knew I'd have to get my shit together because I'd be seeing Brittany in an hour or so. I've got this time off to be with her. What Finn said is irrelevant when it comes to our relationship. I just need to forget for a while. 2 weeks. I've got 2 weeks to think of a plan to get Finn off my back.

"Hey San, you zoned out there for a second. We land in 10. There will be paps there so get your straight game on." Quinn smiled sadly at me; I sat up and nodded, buckling my seatbelt in.

"Thanks Q."

"So… are you gunna tell her?" She'd been waiting a while to ask me. I could tell. Quinn analyses everything, so she must have been thinking about what I had said for most of the flight.

"I don't know Quinn. I don't want to but I, I just keep thinking about it. The more I do the more I believe it. How could I betray her like that? I can't tell her straight away, I mean she's been waiting for this… it isn't fair to ruin it now for her." I sat back and closed my eyes. I knew, as soon as I see her… the words won't stop pouring out… every doubt will be voiced.

"San, whether you tell her today, tomorrow, next week or next month its gunna be hard for her. I can't honestly say I'd know what to so in your position because it is shitty but I know one thing: this girl makes you so happy. That's enough for any lifetime." I stared at Quinn as I took in her words, she was more than right. Brittany is the best thing that's ever happened to me. It just feels like, in order for me to be happy I'll end up destroying her career, is that me being selfish?

Have I always been selfish, throughout this relationship?

Doubt.

"Here we are! Oh look, a sea full of sharks awaits us…" I look out the window to see at least 30 paparazzi outside, how do these guys even get word of where I'm heading so quickly?

"Santana, you're bags are being taken over to the hotel now and we just need to get you through customs and we're free to go. Your car is unfortunately behind the mob of paps so I'll get you through as quick as possible." Dave chirped as he handed me my handbag and sunglasses.

"Thanks Dave. Ready Q?" she nodded as I placed on my sunglasses and headed down the aisle.

Its time to be superstar Santana Lopez.

I put on my Hollywood smile as strode in confidence out of the plane, waving to the cameras and posing for a few. Without a care in the world.

As I said to Finn: good practice.

Dave walked ahead of me as we pushed our way through the crowd; Quinn was behind with two of my other bodyguards. The Press pushed in, getting as many shots of me as possible, inching to get a question in.

"Santana! Santana! What can you say on the rumours of your engagement to Blaine Anderson?"

I cringed inside, but turned to smile at the smaller man with the camera. "We're very much in love, but that should be on the cards soon I hope!" the mob frenzies more at this new piece of information.

"We hear your meeting your best friend Brittany Pierce here in the UK! What does the trip have in store for you ladies? Plenty of girl time?"

Girl time is definitely on the cards Mr. "Oh you know, I'm gunna catch a few of her shows. Write some music together… gush over men…the usual. I've missed my bestie."

"When is your new album out Santana and what's it called?"

"Should be out around March, so quite a while from now, I'm just writing at the moment. I have a few ideas on the name but nothing certain yet. Anyway, good bye guys, I'm off now!" I got into the Jag as quickly as possible, turning away from the flashing lights at the window, Dave sped off towards another section of the airport. The act was more exhausting today.

Mayfair Hotel, London. *Brittany POV*

I called you as soon as I knew you were at Heathrow Airport. You told me the meeting went fine and you couldn't wait to see me. I was happy, but you sounded so unusually sad. I supposed you must be tired and jetlag. My heart swells at the thought of you travelling here there and everywhere for me, you're so selfless and beautiful…I don't even think you know it.

That's why I can't wait for you to get here because I'm gunna show you how much you mean to me, and how much a appreciate you.

I'm running your bubble bath with your favourite coconut gel. I take it with me when I tour because when I bathe in it I always think of you. I can't stop smiling right now because your mine for a month.

I heard the door shut and hadn't even realised you'd be here by now. I shut the tap off and ran out the bathroom. I saw you placing your bags on the couch and taking off your favourite Burberry mac. You looked smart today, white blouse with a beige pencil skirt with your hair up in a high ponytail. I giggled when I saw you still had your sunglasses on and you looked up and me, half smiling as I pointed to your eyes. You now realised and took them off, throwing them on the couch with your stuff. I ran over to you and jumped in your arms, kissing you desperately. You pulled away sooner than usual, but brought me in for an amorous hug that made my body melt.

"I missed you San."

"I missed you too Britt." You kissed the inside of my neck and squeezed me harder. I could honestly stay like this forever.

"I've run you a bubble bath babe, I'll order food while you get in." I pull back and kiss your lips chastely. You smile, but it isn't all there.

"Thank you, I'll… I'll just unpack." You pull away quickly and head over to your case. Something's wrong. It must have been today.

"San? I know something is wrong. And if you think you're gunna get away with lying to me and pretending nothing's the matter you've got another thing coming." I make my way over to the couch and sit down. I have to be this way with you; I have to break those walls when you don't pull them down yourself.

You turn around and I can see the tears in your eyes. You smile at me with adoration this time and I smile back knowingly. I give you a moment. "You really need to stop being so sweet to me, Britt." You laugh dryly as you come sit next to me, I furrow my brow. Why were you saying that? Were you joking?

"Why? Santana you look really upset? Have I done something? Has Finn said something?" I was worried now. I held your hands in mine and you looked down at them, a few tears slipping from your eyes as you looked back up to my face.

"Because it just… makes saying this harder." You sniffle, smiling again back at me. I etch forward, gesturing for you to say what's on your mind. I close my eyes and my body Is over come with dread now… saying what exactly?

"Britt, baby…you haven't done anything ok? I promise. You… you are fucking perfect, you know that?" you breathe out as you squeeze my hands and nod towards me. You're the perfect one Santana, not me. "I lied about what I said earlier… about the meeting… I mean, I can have the time off it's just… things were said… and …. And now I don't know what to do Britt because I'm so torn." You looked it. Tears were forming in your eyes and I knew this day wasn't going to end well. I sat closer to you and kissed your lips, this made your breath hitch and you sighed, taking one hand from mine and wiping your eyes.

"Just tell me San."

You stood up now and paced in front of me. You do this when you're nervous; I look down and let you find your words. I let you bring your walls down.

"You are the best thing that's ever happened to me. You are. And I've been so happy since I met you because it feels I can finally be the real me. I found something real in my world – my world of… of fake! Fake love, fake boyfriends… a company who cares more about the money I make than the pain I feel. And you… you just waltz into my life and it's like nothing else even matters anymore. My job, everything I've worked for is nothing compared to you." You talk animatedly, like everything you've ever thought is spilling out right now.

I'm just waiting for the 'but'.

"But, it's made me selfish Britt. I've realised that today." No. No Santana! I shake my head quickly as I open my mouth to speak, but you cut me off unknowingly. "I thought we had this… façade covered. I thought we could do this… and we can… but, it won't work Britt. We… we can't hide forever. We can't sneak around in the longevity of our careers…"

I can feel the tears now as I desperately try to change your mind. "No Santana it can work! We don't have to hide! I don't care about anything but you! We can come out! I'm sure people will support us… I'm sure we c-"

"People would support us Britt..." You kneel down and rest your hands on my knees; I immediately hold them as I look into your big pleading eyes. I've never seen you look so sad.

"… But a lot of people would be outraged. We've lied for so long. I've lied… you've lied. To fans and people that support us. I can't let you take that risk. I'd never forgive myself. You're 19 years old B, you've got so much growth to go through and I'm just gunna destroy it Britt. I am. You think I'm all you want but… I'm not."

"We lied because we love eachother San! They will understand! It's not just some fling. It's real like you said! We can make this work! I don't need this life Santana. I need and want you, just you. I don't have to tour the world every year. You said you would fight for us? I don't understand." My whole body slumped. It felt like every bone in me was broken as my heart flipped.

"You'll end up resenting me Britt. Because this will affect you, and everything around you – your job, sales, commercial deals you name it." You let go of my hands as you got to your feet again, my whole body shook… you'd given up.

"Your fans are kids B, their parents may have issues. You know what America is like; same sex marriage isn't even available in every state. As bad as it sounds… they will love you more if you're with a man, Britt. Being with me, it'll destroy your career. I can't do that. Not this early on." Your voice broke as you paced again. I cried silently. I couldn't look at you.

"How do you have the right to tell me how I feel Santana!" I stood up now. I'm not letting you go without a fight. "If you leave now, I will NEVER forgive you!"

You whip your head around, eyes feel with tears as your voice appears small. "For saving your career?"

"NO FOR MAKING ME LOVE YOU!" I screamed as my body felt like collapsing. I ran my hands through my hair as I heard you sob.

"Britt… I…" your words died off as you wiped your tears again. Why are you SO selfless Santana, you think you're helping me but you're breaking my heart. We both stand in silence as we try to gain our energy. I've never felt so much pain. I just don't understand.

"I don't understand why you're doing this Santana? Are you leaving me? Explain please. Explain why." I almost whispered as my voice was hurt and hoarse from crying. You stood over and picked up your coat, sniffling and putting it on as you looked up at me – looking as broken as I felt.

"I'm making you get on the boat." You looked up at me, determined but hurt.

"What? I don't under…" Then suddenly I remembered our conversation in the hotel. No Santana. Don't do this.

"Like Jack did, I'm making you get on the boat because staying with me will destroy you Britt. I have to leave. I have to…. God! I love you so much but we have to do this. It won't work. I'm sorry if I've made you believe otherwise I just… I have to go." You let a tear run down your face and as quickly as you came in I watched you run out of the penthouse and It felt like every bone in my body had broke.

This wasn't supposed to happen.

Angsty chapter sorry guys! Feels though, many feels.

So sorry for the long update – my old laptop died on me so I'm with a trusty netbook.

Song for this Chapter:

Already Gone by Kelly Clarkson…

Hints for next chapter:

Will Rose get on the boat? ;)

PS FINN IS AN ASSHOLE