Chapter 21 – Brittany's POV

One Week Later

"To Colorado or bust!" Rachel squealed as we entered the airport.

We had all taken a week off and a big group of us were headed up to Colorado, Marley had a big cabin up there and had invited us all. I never passed down the chance to get some snow, it was really one of the only things I missed about New York. I loved the way the snow flakes fell gracefully creating a white sheet, Central Park looks amazing when that happens and its left untouched. It was beautiful to see a shimmery white blanket but for coming back home to California I got my own beautiful blanket; Santana Lopez. You all already knew that but I just like being able to say it.

The flight was decent, I wasn't paying attention to the movie, in fact I couldn't tell you what it was but I can tell you that Santana's shoulder is very comfortable. When I woke up people were already exiting the plane, Santana had put my seat belt back on me so I could sleep a little longer. Getting up she smiled at me and I received laughs from Rachel and Quinn who I flipped off as I walked by them.

After an hour drive up the mountain we finally reached our destination, the cabin was amazing and really big, I originally had concerns about how everyone was going to fit but not anymore. We all got settled and ordered a few pizzas and before long beer bottles were being opened, Champagne poured along with other various types of alcohol. Santana walked over to where I was sitting outside next to a heater and handed me a drink, whiskey and ginger ale, my favourite, as she sipped what I assumed was a SoCo lime, her favourite. Sitting down next to me she rested her hand on my leg and leaned her head against my shoulder, and barely I felt her kiss my neck. "You are so beautiful," she whispered in my ear and barely nibbled on my ear lobe. "What do you say we get in the hot tub?" She whispered in my ear again and I knew she was feeling the drink, which meant it certainly wasn't her first.

"I would love to except someone's already got me all hot." Smiling I winked at her and stood up and headed into the house. I wasn't in the mood to sip on my drink so within a couple minutes it was done. I went into the bedroom I was sharing with Santana and changed into one of my bikini's. By the time I came back outside Santana was clad in her bikini in the hot tub along with Marley, Marley's boyfriend, Rachel and Quinn. I sat down in between Santana and Quinn and as soon as I got settled Tina wanted in. How that girl managed to convince anyone to let her get on the plane with us I will never know. It was Marley who invited her and since it was her cabin, there was nothing any of us could do but suck it up.

"Sorry there's no room in here for you skank." Rachel spit out, she was never one to hold her tongue. I looked over and saw Quinn and Santana try to stifle a laugh, and even Marley's boyfriend Brody tried not to laugh. What happened next is what shocked me the most.

"Plenty of room," Santana smiled as Tina stepped in and went to sit on my lap but Santana was faster and pulled me onto her and wrapped her arms around me. The envy and jealousy I saw coming from Tina, I could have sworn the girl was going to turn green.

A few days later everything had been going great, Santana and I had just gotten in from a last minute snowboard session before we had to leave and by the time we got back to the cabin the party was well underway. Snowboarding always gave me a rush and I was nowhere near tired but Santana decided to call it a night after a beer. She told me to stay and have fun, plus Rachel had wanted to spend some quality best friend time. Before I knew it I was waking up the next morning on one of the various couches. I felt a cold cloth on my forehead and a weight being moved off one of my sides. Opening my eyes I saw a not so happy looking Santana and looking to the side I saw Tina, I wasn't sure which had been the weight but since Santana had the cloth to my head I was guessing it was Tina.

"You alright?" She gave me a small smile and I nodded my headed before she handed me two tylenol. "Just in case." I took the pills and downed them with the orange juice she had also gotten me. "Come on lets get you into our bedroom," standing up I felt all right but I still leaned on Santana for support, I liked the way it felt.

"Ugh, I do not remember last night and it is driving me crazy," I said to her as we packed up our things.

"Always means a good night although I have to admit seeing you laying with Tina hurt the heart a little." I zipped my suitcase and stood up. Softly I cupped her cheek in her hand and looked her in the eyes. "I would have much rather fallen asleep with you, and I'm sure I passed out and she decided to be her typical sneaky self".

She kissed me softly, and I swear she is the best kisser I ever kissed, and I'm not just saying that.

On the flight home things seemed a little off and I wasn't sure as to why, but my exhaustion got the better of me and I fell asleep, this time on Rachel's shoulder. It wasn't until we got home that I found out what was going on with Santana. I got out of the cab and made it upstairs first, immediately carrying my bags to my room so that I didn't have to later. When I heard the door downstairs slam closed I knew she was not happy with something, it wasn't often she lost her composure, let alone her temper but something was up with her.

As I came back downstairs, after making sure the finished painting was safe in my walk-in closet, my non-official girlfriend was sitting on the couch, pissed. When I sat down next to her I saw her flinch, that had never happened before and that's when I knew it had to do with me. "What's wrong?" She shook her head and moved to the other couch. "Hey," my tone a little harsher now, "what the hell is wrong?"

"What happened with Tina last night?" I looked at her confused, I really was, I had no clue what she was talking about and I couldn't remember last night for the life of me. "She showed me the texts on her phone that you two were sending, and the lipstick on your neck this morning, not to mention the nice hickey on your shoulder." I grabbed my shoulder and instantly winced, I lifted the sleeve of my shirt to find a purple mark. "It's called a bruise Santana, you know from when you fell on me, does us snowboarding ring a bell too you? Look I don't know what happened last night but nothing would happen between Tina and I, but I don't know. I was so drunk I don't remember a damn thing after you went to bed."

"You don't know or you don't care?" Standing up she walked over to the window to look out at the water. Instantly I felt the boiling sensation and I knew I was about to lose it, how could she say I didn't care about her?

"No I don't fucking care about you at all Santana." I spat at her, my voice was dripping with sarcasm.

Turning around, tears were forming in her eyes but anger was the evident emotion playing across her features right now. "Then how do you explain the texts? I love you Brittany, and you don't even care that you may or may not have screwed around with Tina? Its not even about the screwing around, I don't care about that, I mean I do but fuck would you just grow some and either own up to it or not."

"How can I fucking own up to something I don't ever remember happening? I can tell you straight I don't think I would ever do anything with her, drunk, sober, high or anything in between but if you say you have the proof well then I don't know what to tell you." I got up and went into the kitchen to take a tylenol, all this screaming was giving me a headache.

"What do you want me to do Brittany." I saw her lean against the wall and look at me, a tear fell from her eye and I wanted with everything I was to make everything okay.

"I don't know what to tell you, I want you to do what your heart tells you." I thought we were getting somewhere but I was about to get a slap across the face, a nice hard verbal slap.

Looking down then back up I noticed that her attitude had changed once again. "You really don't care at all, you want me to end this, whatever the hell it is that we may or may not be? You might not care but I do, did you hear me I fucking care Brittany, I'm not your asshole of an ex and I want to make us work but its clear as day that you don't." That's when she turned her back to me and walked away but I wasn't going to let her get away that easy.

By the time I got my feet to move the fuming brunette was already upstairs. Feeling the rage build in me I walked into my closet and grabbed the painting and walked into her room where she was sitting on her bed. "I was going to ask you to be with me officially, that's how much I don't care." I didn't yell very often but you can bet your ass I was yelling now as I threw the painting down beside her and went to walk away.

"I was going to ask you too but I guess we'll just forget about all of that now." I didn't turn around, I grabbed my keys and walked out and down to the beach. Once I got there and my feet hit the sand I just started to run, tears pouring down my face. How could she think in a million years that I didn't care about her?

TBC…