A/N: okay. so, uhm... sorry for being gone for a while? had to recover and stuff. got pretty sick for a couple of days now and I really feel like crap. but now, well, I'm a bit better so I was thinking of updating :) and oh! more than a hundred reviews! ohmygod. thank you so much. and lots of follows and faves too. you guys are amazing. thanks for those who reviewed, faved and followed. Love you all. oh, sorry if I haven't replied to some of the reviews, I was just not really fit to do so these past few days. and a lot of things are just happening right now, like me being sick and my mom being brought to the hospital. plus some college stuff and all that shit. anyways, so here's an update y'all! hope you'll like it :)

CHAPTER 15

That day, Santana decided to bring some food over at the architect's office for lunch. Well, she actually thought that maybe at was time for her to give her ex-girlfriend the chance that she'd been asking for the Latina to give her for her to explain what really happened ten years ago. The brunette had so much questions in her mind right now, but she knows that she'll get those answers later after "the talk". She would let the blonde explain and tell her about everything that really happened in the past. After this talk, she would make sure that they would forget about the past and they would definitely start anew. It was obvious that their love for each other was still there, and now that it was awakened and rekindled, it was definitely better. It just seems like they just have to put an end on that past so that they could start a new beginning with the same but different level and intensity of love. After this talk, the writer promised herself that she would never ever hold back every emotion and feelings she has for the other woman, she would never try to limit herself again when it comes to showing and letting the other woman feel that she still does love her the most.

Carrying the food placed in a brown paper bag with her hand, she went straight to the architect's personal office. She felt uneasy when she noticed the worried glances sent her way by the employers in the office lobby. Though, she just shrugged it off and continued to walk towards the direction of the office. She didn't see Mrs. A at her desk outside the blonde's office when she passed by, so she just decided to just go straight in the architect's office. She wanted to surprise Brittany with her presence there and with the lunch she brought for the both of them to share. But when she opened the door, it seemed like she was the one who got surprised with what she saw.

Roxy, the bitch, and Brittany were kissing! Oh, wait. No... scratch that. Roxy was obviously the one kissing the architect while she was lying on the couch in her private office, and the blonde looked like she was just about to wake up from a light slumber. The writer knows that her ex-girlfriend was tired due to her lack of sleep because she went home pretty late or rather pretty early in the morning from bonding time she spent with the younger blonde, JP. The older blonde was probably asleep when "Queen Bee-atch" entered her office and started kissing her. That, unfortunately, was the part that the brunette got to witness.

"Roxy! What in the fucking hell - S-Santana?" The dark and annoyed face that the blonde had when she faced the redhead was gone and immediately replaced by worry when she saw her standing by the door. "San, it's not what you think," the blonde hurriedly told her, so much worry was in her voice.

The brunette knows. The brunette clearly knows what she saw. She knows that Brittany did nothing wrong, but why did she feel like her heart was being crushed and shattered in millions of pieces again because of the hurt and probably with the jealousy she felt. Why does it have to be this way? Why does this bitch still have to be here in the continuation of our relationship, our love story that was just put into sleep for a while? Why does it still have to be this same fucking woman who has to be the thorn in her throat? Ugh! Fuck.

She was confused and hurt. It seems like her mind was running a fucking movie. One by one, images of different situations came crashing, invading her mind - scenes where her Abuelo was there, the children in the foundation, the people who were under the foundations, then the scene during her first few months in Puerto Rico and those days and nights that all she did was cry also played in her mind... And the highlight of them all and of the movie in her head was the day Brittany broke her heart.

"I also want an out. I feel like I'm being choked in this relationship. I need space."

Hearing those words playing in her mind again and again, made the brunette feel the pain she felt before when they broke up. That same feeling like she could literally feel her heart breaking and being shattered into pieces. The bitter pain she first felt when they broke up.

"Santana..."

Brown eyes looked at blue ones with a confused look. But she couldn't really see the blonde clearly because her tears were now starting to cloud her eyes and blur her vision. Her inner turmoil, the battle and argument that's happening in her mind and her heart and her utter confusion just adds to it, making it worse.

You saw it, Santana. Brittany didn't do anything wrong. She didn't kiss her. That bitch did that, not your blonde, the softer part of her said.

No, Santana. She already broke your heart once, he'll break it again now. You should have been more careful. See what this is doing to youl, that's what her pride and her defense mechanism told her.

She decided to listen to her hard self so she turned around, walked out of the office and not giving a flying fuck about the blonde who was running after her. The Latina needed to get away. She has to stay away from the blonde to think, to just let her mind go freely. However, she was just a couple of step away from the office when she felt long slender fingers strongly gripped her arm, holding her back.

She turned her head and sharply glared at the architect. "Just get out of my life, Brittany! I'm so stupid. I'm do stupid for letting myself fall for you again. I'm so fucking stupid for loving you and breaking my heart again," she snapped. She harshly removed the blonde's strong grasp from her arms and ran as quick and as far as she could, away from that place and away from her ex-girlfriend, who broke her heart again.

Santana slumped down on one of the beanbags that was scattered on the floor of the recreation area of the old Lopez house in New York that now served as the headquarters of the Isabela Youth Foundation. Soft brown eyes followed the sight of the children playing, running around the room with full of life and happily laughing with each other.

Her heart swelled upon seeing and knowing that the institutions built by hers and Brittany's grandmother are of big help to a lot of people. When she was born, these institutions were already formed and as she was growing up, she didn't really pay attention to any of them. But seeing these children and the people that the foundations have taken care of made her feel so thankful that her family and the blonde's had the privilege to share and help. How could she even afford to reject her Abuelo's wishes when what's at risk is the said foundations that served and continue to serve as the light to the lives of those people who lived in the dark for a long time in there lives? She can't afford to do that to these people.

"Santana?"

The brunette jumped when she heard Jaimey's voice behind her. She was too engrossed in her deep thinking and in her thoughts that she didn't notice the younger blonde coming near her. "Hey, Attorney. What brings you here?" she stood up from sitting on the beanbag and gave the younger blonde a hug.

"Well, I'm visiting a very gogeous Latina here. Do you happen to know where she is?" the lawyer said.

"Oh, so that would be me. You're looking for me, right?" the writer told the lawyer, smiling at her.

"Of course! Who else?"

She playfully slapped the younger blonde's arms while chuckling. "You really are a smooth talker, JP. But for real, what really brings you here?" she asked the blonde. Ever since then incident that happened at the architect's office two days ago, she decided to stay at the foundation's headquarters. She hadn't seen the blonde architect for two days and she's missing her like crazy. She missed seeing those sparkling blue eyes, those soft silky blonde locks, that toned sexy body, those silky smooth pale skin and she totally missed hearing Brittany's sweet voice and her home cooked meals. She missed her calls, the breakfast time they share in the morning and just everything concerning her blonde.

"Can we talk?" she heard JP said in a serious tone.

The brunette knows what kind of talk they will be having upon hearing the tone in the voice of the young blonde. So she nodded instantly, grabbing her purse and motioned for them to head out. They arrived at a small coffee shop near the foundation. They sat at a booth at the corner of the shop, good thing that the shop wasn't that busy and noisy that afternoon. A waitress approached them and took their coffee orders. They remained silent until their orders arrived at their table and the brunette decided to be the one to break the silence between them.

"So, what are we going to talk about?" she asked the young blonde, looking at her, patiently waiting for an answer.

The young lawyer took a sip out of her cup of coffee before she spoke. "What happened? I thought you and Britt are doing well already. What changed?"

The Latina bit her lower lip, stopping the trembling feeling, thinking of what she should tell the architect's younger sister. "I don't know, J... Some ghost from the past happened, perhaps," she weakly said.

"I understand..." the blonde intently looked at her. "'Tana, has Brittany told you about what really happened ten years ago? Has she told you the truth about everything that happened in the past?"

Brown eyes avoided the blonde's intent stare, feeling uneasy about the question. "No," she quietly answered.

"No? Or it is a no because you didn't give her the chance to explain everything to you?" the lawyer asked.

The writer shook her head from side to side and sighed a defeated sigh. "Whatever her reason or explanation is, it wouldn't change a thing, Jaimey. It wouldn't change what happened ten agonizing years ago."

"But it could totally change the story, Santana," the lawyer answered with certainty in her voice. Confused brown eyes looked at the young blonde, looking for answers and for the truth. "I know that you're a writer, 'Tana. and you know that you are a writer. As a writer, you know that a single twist, no matter how big or small it is, could change the entire story. Whether that twist happened in the past, in the present or will happen in the future of the story." Pale hands held the trembling tan ones. The brunette definitely was shaking. She doesn't know why, but probably because she will finally hear the truth about what happened in the past. The anxiety and nervousness she's feeling isn't helping her. "So, will you listen?" the younger Pierce snapped her out of her thoughts.