- Brittany's POV -

You can do this, Britt. You can do this.

I take a really deep breath and finally alight from the town car where I've been contemplating life and death for the past ten minutes in front of what used to be my apartment building. Well, it's still her apartment building.

I walk the few steps and to my surprise, the doorman smiles at me as if he remembers me from years ago. So does the receptionist in the lobby who even greets me and lets me in easily without much fuss, maybe Quinn or Rachel told them. Or then again, maybe Grams did since the company, technically she, owns this luxurious building anyway and the whole block or ten.

I'm a little late for the said dinner since a meeting with a potential new client I'm trying to close ran a bit late. Looking at my watch, I'm about almost an hour late which is more than enough time for me to think about whether or not I should go to the dinner at all when they're all probably done already. I even called Quinn to say that I won't be able to come after all. It wasn't until Grams called me halfway to their dinner to tell me that her driver is on his way to pick me up did I finally nudge in my room and started to get ready. In her words, "Britty, come socialize or just get drunk" before hanging up on me.

Thing is, I'm not sure how to feel about the whole thing. For a reason, I know Quinn is testing us if we'll come to this dinner or maybe that's just a feeling. But I guess it would have been meaner not to invite me since they're my friends. How the hell does one act around their ex and the one who replaced you anyway? Being around Santana in the firm for almost 14 hours these past few days is a little nerve-wracking enough. Add the fact that I'm sure now more than ever that she really is trying to avoid me and go the extra mile to not run into me. If I'm going to be honest, I'm a little disappointed of her actions since she promised me that we'll try a shot at being friends but seeing how she's acted for the past few days, it's on the contrary. Even Quinn and Kitty are being used as human shields. However, I really can't blame her, you know. It's hard for me too not just because of the feelings thing but because of everyone around us who are not really being subtle at all about their actions of bringing Santana and I together. It's weird and I think one of these days I'd have to tell them to back off since it's getting kind of too pushy. Anyway, this friendship thing with your ex sucks.

The elevator stops at the designated floor and I'm taken off my thoughts. I find myself staring at two brown, oak doors facing each other, the only apartments on this floor. The left one, Rachel and Quinn's and the right door, Santana's apartment. Well, it used to be ours but I guess that argument has been obsolete for two years now.

I fix my light blue sundress and run my hands through my hair before walking towards the newlyweds' door. I lightly knock on it and within a few seconds, the door opens to unveil Rachel, all smiles and basically with a spring on her step, instantly pulling me into a huge hug.

"Britt! You're finally here!" She exclaims a little too loud in excitement and I just chuckle, embracing her tight as well.

"Hey, Rach! I missed you!" I say with a chirpy tone as soon as we pull apart and I fully enter the place, shutting the door behind me. Before I get to say more, Quinn's voice calls out from somewhere in their apartment.

"Keep in your pants, ladies!" Quinn declares from the dining table with a big smile on her face that we return by laughing lightly. "Glad you're here, Britt. What took you so long? We thought you weren't coming."

"Oh, just some work stuff that dragged on."

Quinn nods and walks towards me just as Rachel excuses herself to get something from the kitchen. I glance over to the dining table and see that they're almost finished eating dinner already. On the left side of the table, I see Grams, clutching a glass of red wine and is in the process of filling one which I presume is mine. What's missing from my sight is Santana and George which is a little weird since I thought they'd be here. Maybe Quinn was playing mind games with us again? Although I see what's left on the table are two plates with half-eaten food and two glasses of half full wine glasses.

I lay down my things on their couch and survey their apartment, just looking out for any change in the room. It's a huge apartment overlooking the Upper East Side with a motif of mostly white and light colors, even the kitchen has the same design. It used to have one huge bedroom only but since then, it has been renovated to include another one. From what I can see, the home office is still there, the upright piano is exchanged with a grand piano, and what used to be their black couch is now swapped with a white one.

"Hey, everything all right?" Quinn mutters with a small smile on her face when she reaches my spot.

"Mmm… Yeah. What's up?"

"Nothing. You just said you weren't going to come. I mean, it just dawned on me that it was kind of rude for me to invite you, knowing how you and Santana have been kind of… you know." She utters with an uneasy tone.

"Kind of what?" I answer curiously. She just nods with the same hesitant look and after a second or two, I get what she's talking about. "Oh!" I declare and just nod awkwardly. "Nah, it's fine. I was really looking forward to hanging out with you guys. Plus, Santana and I agreed to try our hand at friendship. It's really fine." I wave a hand in disregard while chucking nervously, pushing back the urge to ask where the two are.

Quinn seems to think it over by staring at me as if to decode my statement. "If you say so."

I smile back and we let it go. Quinn gets called by Rachel to help with carrying the other dessert while I'm literally ordered to sit tight and help myself to the food since I'm a 'guest'. I take the seat beside Grams which would make the seating arrangement like this: From the top of the dining table is Quinn, to her right sits Rachel followed by two empty seats which makes me sit across a half-eaten plate, then to my right sits Grams, and finally Quinn again. Upon sitting, my eyes wander around trying to find a clue to answer the questions in my head while Grams and Rachel stare at me with curiosity and amusement, awkwardness and tension in place, before I take a long gulp of the water in front of me.

"Dear grandchild, a little thirsty, aren't we?" Grams utters and flashes me an amused look.

"Y-Yeah. Little bit."

"Here, have some more." My grandmother replies, sliding the wine glass she was filling a while ago towards me while sporting a wicked grin.

I hesitantly take more sips than usual before sighing deeply and finally opening up the topic. "S-So, I thought dinner was with e-everyone?"

"Oh." Rachel's eyebrows raise and she sneaks a glance at Grams.

"They left about fifteen minutes ago." Grams interjects with a small smile.

"Oh, really? Why?" I reply, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.

"Because…" Quinn trails off, coming back to the table carrying what seems to be blueberry pie, taking a seat and turns toward me. "they got into a fight."

My eyes squint at her just as food is being served on my plate by Grams. "L-Like a big fight?"

"Huge." Grams adds quickly.

"Well, turns out George didn't know about you and Santana being engaged before so that was a bit of surprise for her..." Rachel shrugs.

"And unsurprisingly, George got a little upset that Santana hid it from her..." Quinn continues.

"We didn't know that English Woman didn't know about the engagement. Then they got into an argument about 'unfinished business'," Grams quips while making air quotes with her hands. "and how George is being dragged into it then something about Santana telling her that she's too perfect and it's too good to be true. English Woman even went on this thing about her having an affair with a married lady doctor before when she was still an intern. Something about being wild a few years ago before her grandfather died. Woot! Some intense shit, Britty." Grams adds with a chuckle.

"Anyway," Quinn clears her throat and flashes a look at Grams. "And just as we're all about to disappear from all the awkwardness and tension in the table, George gets called because of some accident thing downtown which thankfully, put an end to the fight."

I blink a couple of times to try and catch up with everything that's been said so far. They had a fight over me? Well, not exactly but you get the point. I bite my lip, honestly trying to hold back from smiling for an unknown cause, and take a generous sip of my wine. "S-So, where's Santana now?"

"I'm not sure. We got into a little spat of our own then she decided to call it a night. She really wasn't in the mood after that. I was also told to 'back the fuck off' by her which I admit I deserved so I'm gonna shut up about it from now on." Quinn comments with a nonchalant tone.

I go back to eating my dinner in silence for the next few minutes. I'm not exactly sure what to think since I feel a little guilty of being part of the reason why they're fighting or something along those lines. Maybe I should have said something to George while I still had the chance? Wait. Nope, it wasn't in my place. But hey, and this is shooting for the stars, are they breaking up now? Does it mean that- Maybe we have a chance- No. I breathe deeply through my mouth and get a hold of myself and the thoughts brewing in my mind once again.

They stay silent for a few seconds more and nod in unison thereafter. We all seem to let go of the topic before Grams voices out again after a few minutes. "So, how about them karaoke?" She exclaims with an indistinguishable accent, trying to sound young and hip. "I gots to get my singing on!"

I'm a huge mess right now.

I don't exactly remember what I've been doing for the past hour or so except for drinking too many shots than I can care to count which kind of helped me belt out "All out of love" and "Where do broken hearts go" on stage, singing solo with all my goddamn broken heart with maybe a few tears to boot. No judging. I was so freaking drunk that I'm sure I talked to the microphone at one point.

I don't really remember everything but after drinking so much, the others finally put a stop to it and call it a night since it's almost midnight anyway. I'm catching a ride with Quinn and Rachel, something about letting me stay for the night and making sure I get to work the next morning for a meeting I don't remember what for. I'm wasted as hell right now, seriously. I even imagined Santana back at the karaoke bar while I was talking to this girl who bought me a drink but was a little too pushy for my liking. Or maybe the problem was me. Darn it.

"Hey, Rachy. I have a question f-for you." I drunkenly slur with a hiccup. I'm settling in their guest bedroom and being tucked in by Rachel right now.

"No, Britt. You're not allowed to do anymore cartwheels after you bumped into that old man down the street and almost killed him a while ago." She retorts and I grin like a maniac at the memory.

"No, no! This is about George." I trail off, trying hard to remember my thoughts. "What does she have that I don't? I mean, I know she's a doctor, she's really pretty, funny even. But l'm kind of all that too right? Just you know, a lawyer. Lawyers are hot!"

"You're wonderful, Britt. And you should go to sleep now if you still want to make it to work in a few hours." Rachel mutters with a soft tone while handing me the glass of water by the bedside table.

"Oh, oh! I know why Santana's so into her!" I exclaim a little too loud and try to sit up from the bed while grabbing the glass. "It's the accent! Everything is better with an accent." I empty out the water and raise the glass in emphasis to Rachel. "Water. Glass. Water in a glass. Gummi Feet." I say, imitating a British accent then turning to the brunette. "See, Rachy? It makes me sound so sophisticated! I wish everyone in the world has an accent, it's so sexy! That would be awesome!"

Rachel laughs at my statement and gestures for me to lie on the bed again. "Okay, Hermoine Granger. Time to sleep. Let's practice spells later at breakfast." She adds and kisses me on the forehead before walking towards the door.

"It's 'LeviOsa', not 'LeviosAR'!"

"Goodnight, Britt." She chuckles then turns the lights off.

I nod and grin to myself like an idiot, completely wiped and out of it. I slowly feel the sleep creeping up when I suddenly find the urge to get out of bed for no apparent reason. I forego putting on shoes as well as fixing my hair and stealthily – drunkenly – exit the room, evading Quinn and Rachel who are talking about something in the kitchen with their back towards me as I walk to the front door. I disregard closing the door behind me then tiptoe the few steps to the door across the floor.

I sigh deeply, hiccupping in the process. I raise my hand and knock lightly three times. I hear footsteps and grunting from the other side and within a few seconds, the door opens to unveil Santana, dressed in a big white shirt and small shorts, looking back at me curiously.

"Britt? Are you drunk?" She voices out while squinting her eyes.

"Santana!" I shout a little too loud at the plant beside her or maybe to her face. I'm not entirely sure. "Who do you think you are?!"

Her forehead creases just as she crosses her arms to give me a better look. "Excuse me?"

"Y-You-" I stutter, making up a concrete thought in my head. "You can't go around parading that you're in a relationship around me! We used to be together! I have feelings too and you're being unfair!"

She sighs deeply and seemingly holds back on speaking her mind. "Britt, you're drunk and we have work tomorrow. Come on, let me help you back-"

"No!" I exclaim and it takes her aback. "I can't hold back on this anymore." I pause to hold back on throwing up and try to maintain my balance while I feel my sight slowly blacking out bit by bit. "San, I'm still in lo-"

I see her looking worried and slowly moving towards me while holding out both arms. "Oh, shit."

The last thing I heard before fainting is someone cursing from the other side of the floor.

- Santana's POV –

2 years and 3 months ago

There's a certain dissonance in my career and romantic life right now.

For one, my career is taking off like a freaking rocket. I just signed my first major client last month and since then, I've been able to sign big names left and right. Winning settlements and beating everyone who gets in my way. Well, Quinn and I. I'm loving how we're like this Legal Duo who just destroys everyone and everything on our paths. I think we're even slowly making a name for myself in the New York scene and most importantly, in the firm. Because well, I don't want to be known as the Lopez Kid forever.

But then. Things aren't going as smoothly with Brittany.

It's funny how both of our careers are slowly starting to soar but at the same time, our relationship is starting to crumble. She and I- Well. It's complicated right now. I haven't seen her for almost two months. We try to talk as much as we can but with our busy schedules, late nights in the office, and just the general premise of stress and the distance together, ugh. Shit's too hard right now. Oh god, we've even started to fight now about the simplest of things which is something we almost never do. Sure, we have our disagreements but it's nothing that we make a big deal out of.

I guess the one thing we don't really fight about is trust. I mean, that's probably an issue for most couples but not for us, it's like a no-brainer of some kind. Yeah, we get a little jealous when one of us mentions someone the other has been working with or a new friend we're not familiar of but then again, it usually stems from the fact that we're jealous because we can't spend time in person like whoever the fuck that is.

I've always thought that our relationship would be a good exception to the whole long distance curse but dammit it, it really is freaking difficult. Like usually when we do have those rare fights and seldom disagreements, a little sweet talking and some lady kisses would usually make it all right with us again. But shit, it's something you can't really pull off when the other person is thousands of miles away from you. It fucking sucks and I fucking hate it!

I haven't talked to Britt since last night and even that was short-lived since she had to fly to Hong Kong for some business thingy. So, while I was waiting for a call or text or jus anything from her before I went to work today, I got to thinking about something. I've actually been thinking about it for the past few days. Like in the vein of moving to London to be with her. I know she doesn't want me to because my life really is here in New York and with my career growing like this, it's not really the most ideal of decisions right now. I actually made a list of pros and cons about it and even though there's at least three cons of this newly hatched plan, there's one pro that trumps them: Brittany.

And so coming into work today, I think about whether or not I should open the topic to Mother and Quinn right now while waiting for our client who'll be here any minute. Surely they'll understand, right?

"Mami?" I almost whisper. She doesn't look up and just hums as if to signal me to continue. "There's something I've been thinking about."

"You and Quinn aren't getting secretaries, Mija. We've talked about this. Associates don't get secretaries." She replies nonchalantly with her attention still on the document in front her while Quinn flashes me a playful pout from Mami's right side.

"It's not about that." I sigh and bite my lip. "I'm thinking of moving to London."

Mother doesn't react. Or better yet, she doesn't show it. Instead, she just tilts her head to the left side before giving me a curious look. From beside her, I see Quinn has the same reaction.

"For a while or for good?" Mother replies with an emotionless tone.

I stop for a second to glance on the floor then back at her. "For as long as Brittany will be there."

Mother holds my gaze for a few seconds and it honestly scared the crap out of me a little because when she does that, it usually means I said something that didn't really please her ears. Either that or she thinks it's a bad idea and is trying to think of the right words to say to turn me down. Anyway, she looks down again and closes the folder in front of her.

"Have you talked to Brittany about that?" She utters as I swallow the lump in my throat and shake my head slowly. She nods once in reply and leans back against her chair. "I don't have a say in that, Mija. You're an adult now, so it's up to you."

"I know, Mother. But what do you think about it?"

"As your mother or as your boss?" She retorts with an icy tone. I shrug at the statement and she thinks about it for a moment before replying. "As your Mother, I'd tell you to think about it more thoroughly. Are you willing to sacrifice your life here and move to another continent like Brittany did? If you can still wait for Brittany to come back, then why not just stay? If so, then go for it."

I nod in understanding. "And as my boss?"

"I don't think it's a good idea." She trails off. "I just lost Brittany and we're in the middle of a huge trial with the embezzler in their company so I'll need all the help we can get. Besides, you can't just leave those new clients you signed to our firm with all those negotiations you're handling and surely, you can't abandon Quinn and I here with everything that's on our plate right now and during a time we need you more than ever." She voices out with a stern tone.

I bite my lip so hard I'm half sure it's bleeding right now. I know it's not really the most ideal option but Mami's right, I really can't abandon them. But telling me something I shouldn't do sometimes works the opposite way for me. I glance at Quinn and see her staring at me with a look of pity. I nod to make them know that I understand the situation just as the client comes through the door.

Present day

Aside from half the vegan stuff on the table, dinner's been going great so far. Grams is her usual sassy self catching up about rumors and stuff with Rachel. Quinn and George talking about dogs and how to care for them. And here I am, eating to my heart's contents while subtly wondering why Brittany's not here. Maybe she really wasn't cool about being around each other after all.

Speaking of that, I've been thinking about a few life and love decisions for the past few days. But one that trumps them all is that maybe I should break up with George? Yep, I said it. I've deliberated lots of stuff these past few days and the thought of continuing my relationship is unfair to her, especially now that I'm confused with all my feelings and shit. I honestly really like her and I do want to give it a chance but there's just this off feeling whenever I'm with her. And yeah, I need to tell her the full details of my past with Brittany. I just need to have some good timing to go through my plan.

"Hey, you okay?" George speaks up beside me.

I'm pulled out off my thoughts and turn my attention towards her. "Y-Yeah. What's up?"

"Quinn and I are just talking about dog breeds and whether or not they should adopt or get a new one. What do you think?"

I glance at Quinn and raise an eyebrow. "You do know that George isn't a vet, right?"

Quinn rolls her eyes at me. "Unless that's what she does on her free time after those long ass shifts in the hospital then yeah."

"What happened to you, my friend? It's as if you and Berry's lame sense of humor merged into one."

I see that she's about to reply but Grams cuts us off. "So, English Woman," She trails off and George turns to look at the old woman with a little surprise. "What kind of doctor are you?"

"Oh, I'm a pediatric surgeon. I'm currently doing my residency." She replies courteously with a smile.

"She just moved here a few months ago to complete her residency." I chime in.

"Look at you, you're like a British Angel sent from heaven." Grams comments. "Although I'm pretty sure that's what a few of the Victoria's Angels go by another name for."

George chuckles at the statement. "I must ask this but how do you know each other again? I believe this is the first time we've actually met in person, uhmm... Grams?"

Grams nods and takes a sip of her wine before answering. "Why, your lady lover here used to be engaged to my granddaughter."

I instantly freeze upon hearing her words. I glance at George who looks semi-confused and surprised with Quinn, Grams and Rachel who are sporting the same reaction while staring at me. George's head turns to the side and glances hesitantly at me. Perfect timing to tell her about the prior engagement my ass.

"You never told me you were engaged."

I share a look of panic with the others but immediately realize that I'm alone in this. "I-I… Uhmm… I can explain-"

"Who were you engaged to exactly?" George cuts me off with squinting eyes.

I swallow the lump in my throat and glance down before looking back at her. "B-Brittany."

George's eyes widen just as her eyebrows shoot up. A few seconds of silence and awkwardness envelop the room with the others drinking wine or stuffing their face with food to stay out of trouble. Before she gets to say anything else though, her pager goes off. She looks at me first then goes on to read something in that primitive thing while Grams flashes me a look.

"I have to go. There's been an accident downtown and they need us to come in." George speaks up, mostly talking to the others as she stands up. "I'm sorry for cutting dinner short, it's been lovely."

"W-Wait." I voice out as she turns her attention towards me. "L-Let me drive you."

"Santana, I don't think that's a good idea." She replies nonchalantly as she gathers her coat. Her whole warm demeanor suddenly doing a 180.

"Come on, at least let me explain." I catch up to her position and grab her by the arm to stop her from leaving. She looks back at me and I'm blanking a little since I really don't know what to say. "U-Uhmm…"

"Look, clearly you didn't want me to find out or maybe you weren't planning to tell just yet. I understand that everyone has a past. I know I do too. I even had an affair with a married resident before when I was still in my wild days." She rambles on and pauses to take a breath and I'm just left to stare back in surprise. "But that's not the point, okay? You should have told me before about all this unfinished business from the very start or whatever it is. Does Brittany's return indicate anything at all?"

I avoid her gaze and try to come up with a decent answer. "I'm not as perfect as you are, okay? I-I'm- Can we just let it go?"

She looks at me in disbelief before speaking. "You know what, Santana? I think you should figure out what you really want in this relationship and when you do, then we can talk." She turns her attention towards the newlyweds and Grams who are pretending not to eavesdrop. "Thank you again." She tells the others who reply in an incoherent mumble.

"B-But-" I try to reason but before I know it, she's out the door. I take a deep breath, mostly to keep myself calm for a complete minute and my blood pressure normal. Argh, dammit! Why does it have to be so hard?

"S, are you-" Quinn trails off from her seat and I whip my head fast to face her, ready to unleash wrath into this world.

"Can you just back the fuck off?! I have had it with all this meddling and nonsense!"

Quinn purses her lips, a clear indication that she's trying to rein in her inner bitch. "I'm sorry. I was just going to ask if you want a drink or anything at all."

I grit my teeth and shake off the anger I'm feeling. "Enjoy the rest of the night. Goodnight." I mutter without looking back just as I exit their apartment and enter mine.

It's been at least two hours since I walked out of Quinn's and I've been keeping myself busy so I won't get to obsess on anything. I tried to work on a few cases but I wasn't really able to concentrate. I even tried to sleep but of course, I didn't get to with all these thoughts invading my mind. So, instead of moping around in my apartment, I decide to follow them to this karaoke bar named Callbacks to make it up to them or something. Maybe get a few drinks on me too while I'm at it.

Upon arriving at Callbacks, I find that Quinn's sitting alone at a table somewhere close to the bar. Grams and Rachel aren't with her but rather, on stage singing their heart out to Mamma Mia dramatically and what seems to be coordinated dance steps much to the audience's entertainment. I must say that I'm impressed at how confident Grams is in stepping into a place like this and commanding the audience like it's her own. But what can you do, the woman is crimson and a gem for all intents and purposes.

I laugh at the scene before me and ultimately entertain myself by making my way towards the bar to get a drink. There aren't a lot of people around but it took me at least two consecutive shots of tequila before the crowd separates from my sight to unveil Brittany flirting with some chick from the other end of the bar. I swallow a bulge in my throat upon realizing the view in front of me as I get this feeling I haven't really felt for a long time. Am I jealous? Argh. I shouldn't be because I'm with George and with what happened earlier- Shit. I can't handle this. I need to get away from all this.

"Thank you, New York!" Grams exclaims from the stage, completely owning the whole bar. Within a few seconds, I hear the crowd chant "Encore" which by no surprise, the two women on stage oblige to without much hesitation.

I bite my lip and down the last shot in my hand. This isn't turning out to be a goodnight for me. I glance back at Brittany to see her laughing at something the bitch said before I turn around leave as fast as I can.

- Brittany's POV –

2 years and 2 months ago, Thanksgiving Afternoon

It's Thanksgiving back home. And here I am, still in England because of some work-related stuff that had to be attended this morning.

I want to go home so desperately and spend time with my family, friends, and Santana but with how hectic things are for both of us, we can't seem to find the right time to do just that. Gosh, I miss her so bad and I want nothing more but to be with her right now but life can be a bitch sometimes and get in the way of your plans. The last time I saw her was almost a month ago when I visited New York for a board meeting. I only saw her for a day, actually half a day, since she had to leave for Seattle. Nevertheless, that half day was well spent, if you know what I mean.

Work has been really a pain in the ass right now. Speaking of work, the London sector which Mrs. Jones and I are handling is having a setback right now after slightly putting it on the map again. I'm honestly so swamped with work and meetings that I'm sure I barely get to think at all anymore. If we were busy before, then right now is just seriously on a whole other level. I guess it has something to do with how Maribel won the embezzling case against my father's ex-bestfriend and now the media and all business related people have been talking about it. It's even ironic how I see more of Santana, Quinn, and the others on the news more than in person.

Which is why tonight, a rare day off for me, I'm going to relax, cook a feast for me, and have some quality time with my girl over FaceTime. The latter, something we've started to scarcely do. I did some groceries this morning and was having an actually good start to my day by preparing this pasta recipe I saw the other day on tv when the doorbell goes off.

I wonder to myself if I'm having guests over or if Grams told me about visiting but I'm drawing a blank on that. Anyway, I walk over to the door and see from the peephole that it's Santana. My grin immediately goes from ear to ear and I hastily open it to see that it's really her in the flesh, mirroring my excitement.

"San!" I shout in excitement as I hug her tightly and pepper her with kisses before she even gets to react nor speak.

"Hey baby. I missed you." She whispers just enough for me to hear. I chuckle and feel myself almost tears because of pure happiness of seeing the love of my life after going without her for so long. She kisses me deeply and pulls me in for a tighter hug which I wholeheartedly embrace.

"Oh my god, please don't have sex in the hallway." The familiar voice of Quinn voices out a few feet away from us and approaching our spot along with Rachel and a few more people carrying various paper bags. Upon making sure that my eyes are working just fine, I realize that all our friends are approaching us with the biggest grins and smirks on their face.

"I know how much you miss home so I brought reinforcements." Santana utters with a soft smile. And right this moment, the waterworks start to come out out of pure joy of seeing them after a long while. Santana looks at me worriedly for a second but then chuckles and holds me tight the next.

"Aww… Group hug!" Rachel exclaims and without permission or anymore words, they all join Santana by hugging me in the middle of the hallway in my apartment building for a minute.

"Alright, enough hugging!" Santana shouts playfully.

"Lopez wants to get her mack on." Kurt singsongs and enters my apartment with Quinn and Rachel. "Ooh! Nice place, Britt." He adds.

"We brought tons of food to cook, I don't have any freaking idea what we're going to cook at all but we have tons." Tina rambles.

"Yeah, weird stuff. Mexican, French, and a bunch more cuisine. It's all their fault." Mike quips before trudging inside my apartment as well.

"Rachel even said something about Vegan Retro American whatever-the-hell that means. There's a carton of wine and booze in the car downstairs that would help." Mercedes shakes her head in disbelief then follows the others.

When they're all finally inside discussing or more like shouting at each other about something and only Santana and I are left outside, I pull Santana in for one last hug. "Thank you", I whisper into her ear.

"Happy Anniversary, Britt."

Turns out that this Thanksgiving might just be the best one yet seeing how wasted our friends are and my flat literally looks like a feast with all the food and alcohol lying around.

I know it's a lost cause when Rachel starts to look like she's having a seizure while having a dance off with Mike in the middle of my living room and Tina, Kurt, and Mercedes are laughing at something I said that wasn't really funny at all.

I leave them for a moment to fetch a third bottle of vodka and nth one of wine in the kitchen from the pile they bought. I walk the few steps towards the threshold to it when I hear Quinn and Santana seriously discussing something. I barge in a little too early to really make out anything they said but nevertheless, it piques my curiosity.

"Hey, Britt." Quinn declares, making Santana who has her back towards me face my direction.

"Hey, babe." She mutters loud enough for me to hear through the music. Santana turns to face Quinn again and they share a look before the blonde starts to walk towards my way.

"Let me get that for you. I think my girlfriend needs more wine so she can have better dance moves." Quinn utters with a chuckle, grabbing the alcohol in my hand before trudging away.

I face Santana again and give her a curious look. "What were you guys talking about?"

Santana avoids my gaze and does that semi-irritated look when she doesn't want to talk about something that's been bothering her. "Nothing. Just work stuff."

I walk the few steps and trap her with both arms against the counter, raising an eyebrow and looking her in the eyes as I do so. "San…" I trail off sweetly. She seems to contemplate opening up for a second before she sighs and relaxes once again.

"We were talking about what I said a few weeks ago at work." She bites her lip and I motion for her to continue. "I told Mami that I'm thinking of moving here."

My eyebrows shoot up and I stand straight, crossing my arms in the process while I process the statement in my mind first. "Y-You want to move here? I thought we talked about this before I left New York."

"Yeah. I mean, it's been more than half a year now. A lot more than we expected you to stay here. This long distance is killing us, Britt." She pauses and sighs deeply. "I want to be closer to you, I can't bear it anymore. I'm pretty sure Rachel's weird habits are starting to rub off on me. I need the distance." She jests and I chuckle at her words. "I know you can't move back just yet but I can stay here until we can go back to New York. I can work here after I take the bar or something. Heck, I could spend my days vacationing while I'm here and just be with you. Maybe we could start planning our wedding too?"

"B-But what about Maribel?"

"She wasn't overjoyed about the prospect. I know she wants to support me but work-" She cuts herself off and I nod in understanding.

I admit that there's nothing I'd want more but to have Santana here with me in London or if it's the other way around, I want to come home with her to New York and resume my life there. But the prospect of my fiancée moving to another continent just because I'm here? Ugh. I don't think I can support the notion. I know how it feels when you have to throw it all in for the greater good, for somebody else's greater good. I'm the epitome of that.

"No, San. You can't do that. I can't let you." I almost whisper and her smile falters just as quick with disappointment washing over her.

"But Britt, do we even know when you're coming back?" She looks at me with sorrow.

I think of whether or not I should give her what she wants to hear or just be true to myself since I don't really have the answers for now. "I don't know, San. But hopefully soon."

Present day

"Ugh. Dammit." I groan a few seconds after I wake up from my slumber. I hold my head and try not to move as much as possible. After a minute of making sure I won't throw up or anything, I look around me to see a familiar space.

Our bedroom. Well, it's only Santana's bedroom now.

She's not anywhere to be found but by the looks of what I can see with my limited vision, it seems that nothing has changed. I'm still lying on the extremely comfortable king sized bed I picked out for us and if I'm not mistaken, I also bought this white satin bed sheet. I hold up the comforter and see that I'm wearing PJs too. Wait. Did Santana and I- Oh gosh.

I sit up slowly and carefully, groaning in the process as my world seems to have revolved around me in a flashing motion. Thankfully, I look at the bedside table to see a glass of water and what looks like aspirin to soothe the pain, something I gladly take in a haste. I finish the whole glass and take a moment to look around me.

The bedroom as well as the whole apartment has a rustic theme of gray to black, wood, and white to off white theme. It has two bedrooms, two and half bathrooms, a huge walk in closet in the master bedroom, and a home office. Well, we actually tweaked it so that the guest bedroom, which is double the size of the home office, would now be the home office since we both usually work a ton and need all the space we can get then the small space for the then home office is now the guest bedroom. To get a better grasp of the interior and as far as I can remember, as soon as you enter the apartment, you're immediately faced with a small hallway leading to the living room and in front of it is the kitchen, only separated by a long kitchen counter, and the like. To finish it off, the dining area is beside the kitchen on its right. The guest room is beside the living area and the master bedroom and home office are next to each other just behind the living area. Oh, there's also a patio overlooking the Upper East Side on the living area's left side too.

Shortly, and to get answers from last night, I slowly get up and exit the bedroom. I see that everything's still the same except for a few changes like the addition of a working fireplace beside the guest bedroom and what looks like a new stereo set for her vinyl turntable and a huge bookcase a few inches away from the tv. Yeah, Santana's into collecting vinyl records for as long as I can remember, believe me when I say that she has a lot of them. Let's see, Stevie Wonder's 'Superstition' is lightly playing in the background right now. And for some bonus, Santana's humming in all her cuteness in the kitchen while placing on a plate what smells like bacon.

"Uhmm… Good morning." I almost whisper but nevertheless, she hears it enough to turn around and give me a small smile.

"Hey." She says simply. "I-I made breakfast, a little fuel before work. Why don't you take a seat? I got this."

I glance at the wall clock above the TV screen to see that we still have an hour before we need to be at work. I nod and take the few steps towards the dining table with empty plates, pancakes, my favorite maple syrup, coffee, and orange juice on it, sitting and looking around like an idiot. After a few seconds, she sits across from me and places a plateful of bacon and scrambled eggs on the table while sporting a huge grin on her face.

"Does your head still hurt?"

"A little bit." I whisper, fighting the urge to tell her to keep it down. "You didn't have to make breakfast, San."

"I knew that. I just felt like doing it this morning though." She states simply and a few awkward seconds follow before we proceed to eat for the next few minutes.

"Oh my god, this is so good! Thank you." I say and she chuckles at how hungry I seem. Mean.

I wonder whether or not it's the right time to bring up something I've been thinking but I guess I just have to know. "S-So, I heard about you and G-George… I-Is everything alright?"

She gulps loudly and flashes me a quick glance. "I-I don't really know. We haven't talked since we fought last night."

"O-Oh." I cough, mostly trying to hide a smile again. Ugh, what is wrong with me? "D-Did you guys break up?"

Santana shrugs and continues to eat in silence. I bite my lip and decide to change the topic to relieve the anxiety and awkwardness. "Where are my clothes, by the way?"

"Oh, in the closet. Quinn and Rachel changed your clothes after you uhmm… fainted." She utters with the last word masking a chuckle.

I narrow my eyes at her and take a huge bite of the bacon in my hand. "Are you making fun of me right now?"

"I don't know, am I?" She retorts with an amused tone. "You still haven't changed since law school and clearly haven't learned your lesson when it comes to drinking too much."

"It was a fun night, okay?" I reply while giving her a look. We stay like this for a few seconds before we go back to eating some more.

"Anyway, what happened last night after dinner?"

"Dinner was fine. Grams and Rachel went crazy at this karaoke bar called Callbacks. We drank a little too much which was evident with me fainting last night and yeah, it was a fun night overall." I say with a nonchalant tone. "How about you?"

"Oh, nothing. I finished going through a few more cases here before you knocked on my door and fainted."

"I didn't really mean to uhmm… y-you know." I purse my lips and blank out. There's so much I want to say but given the circumstances, I can't. Yet.

"No big. But you don't remember anything you said?"

I almost choke at her words at the same time that the memory of me going off on her like that last night came rushing in. "Y-Yeah. A-About that… I was drunk- I-I'm sorry-"

"It's okay, Britt." She flashes me a small smile then gets back to her food.

I must have stared a little too long at her because the next thing I hear is the sound of her laugh. So, I just nod profusely and clear my throat as I proceed to finish my pancakes. "I love what you've done to the place. And also, thank you for breakfast but I think I need to head back to get ready for work." I ramble on without looking at her.

"Actually," She trails off and I look her in the eyes. "you won't make it back in time if you go home. Might as well get ready here, you can prepare in the guest bedroom and it's as if I'm not here. Or you can always go next door if you want."

"B-But I don't have work clothes here."

"W-Well uh… Your old clothes that you left are still in the closet." She chimes in shyly and I think about the offer for a second. "We could save some time and you can catch a ride with me to work. It's not a big deal."

"Okay then." I say with a nod. I try to fight the next words that are about to come out of my mouth but to no avail. "San?" I trail off and she just looks up, waiting for me to finish my thought. "I'm only gonna say this once and even if you and George might still be together, I just need to get this off my system."

She looks back at me curiously. "What is it, Britt?"

I sigh deeply and look straight into those brown eyes. "I really wanna be with you, Santana. I've seen the world and I'm sure now more than ever that I belong with you. I'm sure your girlfriend's great, but you can't recreate what you and I have. It's your choice. If you want me, I'm here."

She looks taken aback to say the least. "Huh." She mumbles absent-mindedly then goes back to her food. And with that, we finish breakfast without saying anything else.

Next chapter somehow mirrors how Chapter 8 of Laws of Attraction flows with a little surprise towards the end of it ;)