Hey guys, I'm back with an update! Sorry for the long wait, I've been quite busy having a life outside my room! I've started working again and Uni starts soon so my updates might be spaced out but please bear with me! I hope you like this one and comments and reviews are appreciated, especially cos I need more motivation as I'll be buried in uni work soon! Thank you so much!
Santana stuck to her words. A day turned into a few days, then a week and before she knew it, a month has passed since Brittany walked out of their—her door. She'd been back a few times to pick up her things; those unannounced visits often lead to awkward chat between the ex lovers. Santana, the head bitch that she is, let her pained sarcasm reign while Brittany acted all aloof to the sly remarks the brunette throws her way. They are both too consumed by the false pride they've developed recently to even have a proper matured talk about their situation. Neither of them has let themselves acknowledge the seriousness of their current situation. Brittany is not just another room mate moving out and Santana isn't just another room mate to leave. These are two women who have spent most of their lives together. They've grown up accustomed to each other; there is no Brittany without Santana and vice versa. The fact that they are both practically sitting there watching as the other one slowly but surely slips away from the bubble they've so carefully built around them is nothing short of heart breaking.
Today Santana was woken up the familiar sound of the front door opening, a set of keys thrown on the table in the hallway and footsteps quickly making their way to the now abandoned master bedroom; the brunette has grown accustomed to their leather couch the past few weeks. She grunted at the sound of furniture being opened and closed, Brittany never seemed phased that Santana was still sleeping, she never went on 'stealth' mode like she used to before their war began. The Latina involuntarily got up, her head aching from yet another early night with her new found friend Jack Daniels. She went into the kitchen to fix herself a cup of fresh coffee and she sat down around the dining table that was now almost overflowing with mail and clutter. This place looks like a fucking tip.
"I didn't know you were up." the voice was coming from behind her. It started her to begin with but then it sinks in and she feels a slight comfort in hearing her voice.
"You sounded like you were tearing the whole place down, as usual. I'm pretty sure the whole block is up by now." she replied ever so sarcastically, as she took a sip from her cup.
"Did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed? Oh wait, you don't sleep on a bed anymore." she smirked knowingly.
"It doesn't really take a genius to work that one out, Britt. Besides, I was planning to wash the sheets today." she lied through her teeth. She still liked how the sheets smell of Brittany's moisturiser.
"Well good luck with that." the blonde replied nonchalantly, as she walked towards the kitchen counter to pour herself a cup of coffee.
"Well fuck you, Britt. I can damn well clean this place up if I really wanted to. I'll do it today and you'll see the next time you come back." she retorted.
"There won't any need for that. This is my last packing trip. I found an apartment." the blonde said casually, noticing how Santana's face dropped for a second and then back to her bitch face mode.
"Good well... then it'll be easier to move shit around, now that there'll be less of it." she answered trying to hide the disappointment in her tone. She took comfort in the fact that Brittany still came around, it gave her hope that one of these days she'll come around and actually stay but that idea seems farfetched now that the blonde has informed her of the news she dreaded the most.
Ignoring Santana's remark, Brittany stood up from her seat and headed back towards the bedroom. A few minutes later the familiar sound of a rolling suitcase was heading to the kitchen. The brunette turned around to meet piercing blue eyes for fleeting moment. There was a flash of sadness but then it was gone as she looked away momentarily. Somehow, the blonde has developed a great skill of hiding her emotions lately.
"I'll best be going them. I'll leave the keys on the table in the hallway." Brittany broke the awkward silence between them.
"Sure. I guess I'll see you around then." Santana replied casually breaking her gaze away from her now ex girlfriend.
"I guess so. Bye, San." She muttered as she walked away; leaving the brunette and her thoughts in the kitchen.
"I still don't understand why you haven't done anything!" Quinn was practically shouting in her living room. She decided to make an impromptu check up on Santana today and boy is she glad she did. Their once immaculately clean apartment looked like a landfill site.
She had to knock on the door relentlessly until her friend finally decided to get off the couch, walk to the door and let her in. She was greeted by a half asleep Santana dressed in boy shorts and a tank top with a blanket wrapped around her whole body. She's not going to lie, Santana looks awful. She looked like she's completely lost the ability to even function; let alone get a good night's sleep. The dark circles under her eyes were more noticeable than the last time Quinn came around to see her. Damn, Santana Lopez is a mess right now and she can't stand here and watch her friend's life spiral downwards.
"Q, there's nothing I can do right now. She wants space; I'm going to give her space. Besides, she's living in your block; you can keep an eye on her." Santana replied as she washed the overflowing amount of dirty dishes.
"I'm not your goddamn baby sitter, Lopez." Quinn retorted.
"Yeah, you're better than that. You're my best friend so you will do it for me, and Brittany." Santana answered sarcastically.
"You've become more of a bitch, a disgusting bitch. Have you seen this dump site lately?" She asked looking around the place. There were dirty crap everywhere, unwashed clothes, litter, and mail, just everything.
"Yes genius, hence why I'm elbow deep in this washing. Maybe if you stop yapping on and on about how my life is headed to the dumps and start helping me tidy this shit hole up, I would not be tempted to kick you out." Santana demanded, jokingly.
"Oh please, Satan. I'm your only social interaction these days, even Lord Tubbs isn't here anymore. Be fucking grateful." Quinn replied as she started cleaning up the mess.
"I'm sure you're just as relieved to spend time away from your own Barbra. Where is she anyway?" the Latina queried.
"With your girl—ex girlfriend. Britt is decorating her new place so Rachel went to help her. Lopez this place is a tip. We'll be here all day." Quinn ranted, still looking disgusted by the place.
"I'll buy take out if you shut your mouth and clean, Fabray." Santana said as she splashed water on her friend.
"You're such a charmer, S."
After leaving Santana's place this morning, Brittany decided that the only way to forget about her life crisis is to start decorating her new studio apartment. It was weird to have her own place now; she's never lived on her own before. Sure it was nice to know she'd be practicing her independence but it just seemed so surreal; after living with Santana for almost four years, and before that they pretty much lived at each other's houses back in Lima. It was a small place, significantly smaller than her old apartment but being a working student, that's all she could afford. Unlike her ex girlfriend, her family isn't as well off and she felt too bad to put and extra burden on her mom.
She called Rachel this morning to see if she's free to accompany her to the local home depot and luckily, Quinn is off to see Santana so she had a free day ahead of her. It was weird, seeing Quinn and Rachel separate their time just to hang out with her and Santana. They've always been a foursome. It's probably one of those things she needs to get used to; along with another hundreds of things.
"So what's the deal with you and Santana?" Rachel asked, looking through the paint colour scheme catalogue.
"What deal? There is no deal. I've moved out and that's that." The taller woman stubbornly replied. "Which colour is nicer, this or this?"
"Britt, will you please stop changing the subject? Besides, they're the same colour!" Rachel replied; slightly confused.
"Which makes it even harder to chose!" the blonde's lips formed into a pout, "Rach, I really don't want to talk about Santana right now. I'm just trying to figure things out."
"So why don't you figure things out together? You know like what you've been doing for god knows how long. You are both still clearly in love with each other but are refusing to get off your high horses and admit that you need each other." Rachel stated with a confident tone.
"I don't understand why horses are getting involved in this." Brittany looked clueless; sometimes Rachel forgets that her friend is not one for metaphors, or sayings.
Rachel shook her head lightly, "Britt, what I mean is that you guys are too proud to admit that both of you were wrong to end things like this. Or even end things at all."
Brittany tried to shrug off the brunette's comment mainly because it was a little too accurate but she wasn't going to be the one to crack first; she's always been the apologetic one. Knowing Santana, she'd be one to never back down; it's something that she has accepted from all the years of being with the Latina. She's hard headed.
"Santana is a grown woman, Rach. If she wants to do something she would have by now." Brittany stated, pushing the trolley forward to avoid her friend's reply.
"Are we talking about the same Santana Lopez here? We both know that's a lie. She's the most stubborn person, we know. " Rachel raised her eyebrows shockingly high.
"I'm not crawling back to her. She needs to woman up and deal with it." Brittany claimed with a convincing tone.
But Rachel, ever the perceptive one, saw past the facade that her blue eyed companion was sporting. "You kids need to sort this out, please. As much as I love living in the same block as you, you don't belong there Britt. You and I both know that the only place you belong in is with a certain Latina."
"You know you and Quinn should become couples' counsellors. Really." Brittany joked trying to end the conversation in a light hearted tone but she knew Rachel had struck a chord. Sometimes she disliked that her friend was so perceptive, or that maybe she's just such a transparent person, so easy to read. Her attempt to forget about Santana and their current situation has been an epic fail, at least she's picked a colour to paint her apartment.
After five hours of spring cleaning and effectively disinfecting the whole place, Santana and Quinn finally relaxed on the sofa. The whole place looks immaculate and Quinn was wearing a proud smirk on her face as she knew that she did most of the cleaning while Santana mopped around listening to depressing break up songs on her sound system whilst giving a long speech about how she doesn't need Brittany. The other blonde just listened; it was quite entertaining for her to see this side of the Latina again; it has been a long time since she acted this way, probably in high school too. Of course she sympathized for her best friend; she never wanted to see them this way. It was just wrong but she couldn't help but think that eventually they'll get back together and she might just know one way to do that.
"Lopez, you know we're having a little get together at our place this weekend right?" Quinn asked the brunette who was engrossed in the TV show she's watching.
"Huh, since when? " she asked not looking away from the huge screen in front of her.
"Since it's Rachel and I's anniversary. How can you forget? We have a party every year?" the hazel eyed woman questioned. It's become a tradition that the Fabray-Berry household host an annual get together; conveniently on their anniversary.
"Well, Q, if you haven't already noticed, I've been too busy watching my life fall into pieces recently." her eyes finally left the television and landed on Quinn. "Plus, celebrating you and Berry being together is like celebrating Halloween on Christmas day." she joked, a familiar smirk appeared on her face.
Quinn let out a snort, "Well nothing is going to make me retract the invitation, S. We'd really appreciate it if you can make it. I understand things are—"
"I'll be there." Santana smiled trying to avoid all conversations leading to a certain blue eyed blonde.
Quinn smiled at her best friend. She could see right through her hardened facade but if all goes to plan, Santana and Brittany should be back to normal.
I wonder how the party will go?
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