A/N: UPDAAATE! So, first, thank you so much for the latest reviews. I'm really taking your suggestions and opinions into account. then thanks for those who faved and followed my story. I do appreciate them :)) And it's great to know that you're loving this story. To answer some of the questions...

Guest(1): for now, yes, San will be living with Brittany... just read through the succeeding chapters... it'll make more sense. lol :))

Guest(2): thank you for pointing out the redundancy mistake i made there. So I made adjustments and editted the previous chapter.

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CHAPTER 7

Santana was surprised to hear Brittany's overly serious voice. Blue eyes were still focused on the road in front but the way her brows furrowed and creased even more didn't go unnoticed by the Latina. Okay... What is her problem, really? Pale hands gripped the steering wheel of the car firmly, firm enough to turn her knuckles white. From those pale hands, brown eyes traveled up to her wrist and she stopped the gasp that was about to come out of her mouth when she saw the silver bracelet chain with a small hear charm that she gave the blonde before. It was the symbol of her love for her ex-lover before. The blonde even said that she will never take it off as long as the blonde loves her.

The brunette averted her gaze outside the window of the moving vehicle, feeling more confused than ever. Why does she feel like crying because of the memories that bracelet brought?

"Santana?"

"Huh?" Oh, get a grip of yourself, woman!

"Who called you?" the other woman asked again in a serious tone, saying that she better give her an answer.

"I-It was Rachel. She's an artist. A performer, actually."

"Your girlfriend?"

The Latina's jaw dropped upon hearing Brittany's question. Because the way this woman sounded, it seemed like she has the every right to ask every detail that has something to do with her own personal life. She saw the was the blonde's jaw clenched and her grip on the wheel got tighter.

"Was," Santana answered shortly. Well, yes, they had a relationship before. That time in the past where Rachel was still confused and still in denial about her true identity. She knew about that and she agreed in taking their friendship into the next level. They tried to be girlfriends. Rachel, trying to figure out who or what she really is and Santana, fixing her shattered heart. During the third month of their relationship, Rachel met Quinn Fabray. They fell in-love with each other instantly. She didn't feel cheated or sorry for what happened to them. In fact, they ended their relationship laughing at each other. So ever since then, her and the oter brunette became best friends.

"What happened?" Brittany asked, obviously curious but the hard and serious tone in her voice was still there.

She can't stop but to raise her eyebrow. Why is she interested to know about my lovelife?And don't tell me now that she's mad about this. No... and stop that Santana, you're getting ahead of yourself again. "Uhm, let's just say that one day she just realized that she loves somebody else and we're better off as best friends," she said with a shrug.

"Just like that?" pale forehead scrunched up even more in confusion.

"Yeah, what can I do if it's obvious that she loves somebody else? There are some certain things that you can't just force to happen and will it to be yours if at the first place, it's not really meant for you... no matter how much you force it to be." She doesn't know why she suddenly sounded so bitter. Images and flashbacks of what happened between the two of them just came crashing down on her. And I don't like it, even in one bit.

The brunette breathed in deep and calmed herself down. However, she can't get the image of the bracelet she saw on a pale wrist, the same one that she gave her ex-lover before. It really does seem like things wouldn't go as easy as she thought it would. Maybe she should rethink and reconsider her options.

Why is Brittany still wearing that bracelet? Does that thing still mean something to her? Ugh! The brunette asked herself out of utter confusion while she was pacing inside the room where the blonde brought her, to where she'd be staying at while she's here in New York. She was really shocked to see that she was still wearing that silver chain around her wrist.

She could still clearly remember what the other woman promised her when she gave her that bracelet. Brittany promised her that she would wear that breacelet as long as the blonde loves her. It would remain there around her wrist just as her love for the brunette remains in her heart. But it's not only the bracelet that surprised her. It was just a teasr, so to speak, because what shocked her more was that earlier when they arrived at the blonde's place, in front of her was her dream house. The house that was clearly drawn in her heart and mind became real and was in fornt of her.

From the wide backyard with those white fence up to the man-made lagoon that's full of different kinds of fish that would truly catch anyone's attention. Then, the small pocket garden at another corner also caught her eyes, not looking like it's out of place and it actually belongs. Even the structure and interior design of the house. Everything and every corner of the whole lot and the house was exactly what she pictured in her mind. The only thing is that it's not hers but Brittany's.

But of course, the other woman knew about her dream house. The blonde would always ask the brunette to tell her about the things she wants to have and to do in her life. Probably, she also loved the idea and imagination about the said place. Brittany is a great architect and she did a great job in bringing this house to life, with the combination of both western and eastern style. She tried so hard to stop herslef from gasping and keeping her face blank and void of any kind of emotion. Though when she realize it, she couldn't help but to find the thought funny. The thought that the house she owns in Puerto Rice that currently is on the process of construction, has a twin and an exact replica her in New York.

The brunette sighed. Brittany is totally giving her something to think about - very huge thing to think about. She was like a puzzle she couldn't quite solve. She knows the blonde pretty well, but the brunette's puzzled by her actions. She's just glad that she's over that chapter of her life now. She was so over her, and she's definitely sure about that.

...or not. Alriiight, I just didn't think about that. You're over her, Santana. Shut up.

A/N(2): so apparently, I had to stop this chapter here because I felt like it seems fit to do so. But don't y'all fear because I'm starting the next chapter as soon as I post this one here. So, I hope you loved it. and leave me your thoughts :)