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Santana's P.O.V:
"...thank you, Santana, for coming in, it was a pleasure to meet you," Jonathon, the interviewer, shook my hand, and I flashed him a quick, polite smile before leaving, not before grabbing my satchel on the way out. I smooth down my floral dress, slip on my shades and then step out into the sun, which immediately hits my whole body. I sigh happily, before pulling my iPhone out of my satchel to check for messages. I see I have one from Britt-Britt:
heyya sanny im already here so hurry up plz! lol love you B x
I chuckle at my best friend's impatience before tapping a quick reply.
just left B, i'll be there soon baby S x
I look around quickly, and noticing that no one has spotted me yet, decide to relish in this rare moment of peacefulness. I walk slowly toward the cafe, basking in the glorious New York sunshine. Hmm, I do love it when the sun's rays hit my back and bare shoulders. I reach the cafe in about ten minutes, and I see B immediately. She's sat in our usual booth, the one by the window. She spots me and grins, which I return. Aw, she's such a cutie.
Brittany's P.O.V:
Oh unicorn poop, here she comes. Okay, Brittany Susan Pierce, get a hold of yourself. Calm, calm, calm. You just have to ask a question. Okay, she's sat down. Oh CRAP.
"Hey, Britt-Britt!" Santana says, and slides into the seat opposite me. I flash a grin at her.
When do I ask? Now? Oh, oh, Candice is here, hang on.
"What can I get ya, ladies?"
She takes our orders before leaving. Okay, I better ask now. Oh, shoot, San's talking now!
"So, my interview was pretty good, no personal ques-"
"Quinn's in New York," I blurt out. Oh, poop, Santana's looking at me with huge, unblinking eyes. Oh, God. Shut up, Brittany, shut up! "She wants to see you,"
Brittany!
Santana's P.O.V:
Ohhh, crap. Fuck, Britt. I just...
"O-Oh," I manage to croak out after a few awkward minutes. Britt's staring at me, her bottom lip wobbling. Oh, bless her, she thinks I'm mad or upset or something. "Wow. You know, I actually knew she was in NY," I admit and Brittany looks at me all confused and leans in closer.
"Yeah, when you told me you couldn't meet me that time cos you were rehearsing. I saw you and Quinn walking past and I guess you didn't realise I was in there. I k-kinda followed you two. I heard your conversation, w-when you were getting ice cream,"
Brittany blinks at me, mouth a little bit open. I run a hand through my long, dark hair and sigh.
"Crap, I've ruined everything, haven't I?"
"What, no!" Britt is jolted out of her trance. "Of course you haven't. I just...the only reason I didn't tell you originally was because Q wanted me to ask you to meet her at the perfect time. She wanted to settle in NY first. And she was so nervous about what your reaction might be," Brittany tells me and I bite my lip. Wow, I haven't talked to Quinn in, what? 5 years? Jesus, I do miss her. I'm about to say that until I register the look on my usually bubbly, happy-go-lucky best friend's face. She's on the verge of tears, I know it, but she's putting on a brave face. If I tell her I want to meet up with Q, she'll pretend to be all excited, just because she wants to see me happy, but I know that she's actually screaming and crying inside. I just want to grab her and hug her and never let go. I want to tell her everything is okay, I'll never leave her, I love her more than Quinn, always have, always will.
But I don't. And I won't and never will because if I do I'll be living a lie. And I'd rather break Britt's heart than lead her on. I know that sounds selfish, but you would do the same if you were in my situation. Because, at least if I let her down now, she'll be able to move on and find somebody else, fall deeply in love, rather than marry her in two years time, before she finds out I'm cheating because I'm not in love with her, then leave me and left alone.
"I really...want to see her," I admit, and Britt nods sadly. I feel goddamn awful, but this is the best thing to do. "When do you think I could?"
"I'll text her now," The blonde pulls out her Blackberry and starts to type out a seemingly long message to my ex girlfriend. Oh my God, this was so weird. How was I going to talk to Quinn? It's gonna be incredibly awkward, but, if I'm honest, I think it's worth it. I've never gotten over Q, and if there is a chance we could get back together, I would be pretty eager. Yeah, I'm still in love with her. And I know there are risks-'once a cheater, always a cheater'-but damn, I miss her. I miss her cute short hair, her hazel eyes, her infectious laugh and stunning smile.
A few minutes later and the Blackberry pings. Britt looks up at me, and despite the obvious fact that she's heartbroken, she's grinning happily at me.
"She wants to see you tomorrow, here, at 5pm,"
Oh my fucking God.