A/N: Ok. so first off, i really want to say sorry for being AWOL for a long time. midterms came up then a little while later finals came. I was so busy with school and I was trying hard to find time to write but no luck :( it's either that im not home or if i am home, id be too tired to do something or too busy studying and doing school stuff. anyways, after being gone for such a long time, i got lost in writing the story so i think ill be skipping some parts, like the actual meeting of Britt's friends and San, the exact detail of some events. Though I think I'll be posting them as one shots if I could find the time. I also am trying to finish the story today (last 2 chapters left) because I'll be leaving for vacation and be back for long, like a week maybe. Good news is, i think when i come back home, I'll have a new Brittana story for you guys :) So, yeah. This is the next chapter :) Enjoy and I hope you'll like it.

Chapter 20

Weeks after...

It was late in the morning when Santana got a call from Roxy. She just got out of the shower by that time because she was planning to surprise her wife at the office.

Santana Lopez-Pierce, here, speaking. Oh, yes... wife. I so love hearing that. She's my wife, I'm her wife. and I just love her so much. Sooo, let's have a little story now, shall we?

Once Upon A Time...

A couple of days after what happened to Santana and Brittany-you know, that night when they made love...-, they decided to have a simple wedding, with just the two of them and a couple of the closest people they both know there in New York. Sadly, Rachel and Quinn, as well as both Brittany and Santana's parents and siblings couldn't come since it was such a short notice and because of their jobs, they have a pretty tight schedule. At first, Brittany didn't want a simple wedding because she wanted to give Santana the best wedding and if possible, the wedding of the century if she could. Though in the end, they both agreed to have the simple wedding for now, and later on plan for the luxurious wedding with both of their family and friends being there. On the day of their wedding, Santana finally got to meet Brittany's best friends. She could not help but to be amazed at their closeness. She noticed that when they got too indulged in their conversation, they talk as if they were more than the biggest gossips in town and as if they were talking about the most important news in the world. Ash, Puck's wife, even told her that she should get used to it if she's Brittany's wife now.

Brittany Pierce and Santana Lopez no more, but say hello to Mrs. Brittany and Santana Lopez-Pierce.

As time passed by, Brittany only became extra sweet and loving. If she was at work and Santana's not with her, she would call the brunette almost every hour and when she comes home, she would always make sure to bring something home for her wife which only makes Santana's heart swell even more. That's why, in Santana's part, she does everything to be a good wife to the blonde, as well. Both of them would do anything and even everything to make up for the time they've lost when they were apart.

So, yes. That really happened. We are finally married but I can't wait to get married to her again, this time having our families and friends. Now, where were we? Back to Roxy Bitch...

How this bitch got my number? Well, don't ask me.

"You really are so stupid, Santana. Brittany is only playing with you and guess what, you got yourself fooled!"

That was the first thing she heard from the other end of the phone when she picked up. Okay. What the hell is wrong with this redhead bitch?

"Roxy, Roxy Roxy... You know what? I don't really have the time right now to listen to your insecurities. So, can you just back off now?" the Latina said.

"Oh, really now, Sanny? Poor you. Yes, Brittany married you. both of you are now Mrs. Lopez-Pierce. That's true, right? But..." Roxy said in a mocking tone.

"But what?" Santana asked coldly. She was now getting mad but she was also afraid of what the other woman would possibly tell her.

Roxy let out a short mocking laugh. "But... did she tell you that we already have a son?"

The brunette was stunned. What?! "S-son?"

"So, I guess your lovely wife didn't tell you, did she now? It really is possible that she didn't tell you and kept this big information from you in purpose so she could keep on hurting you. Do I need to tell you that she was here with me all night in my house? With me and our son? Did you stay up all night waiting for her, huh, Santana?"

"Y-you... you and Britt... you have a s-son?" her voice was starting to get shaky now. She was trying to digest and decifer this information she's getting from the other woman right now. She really can't believe what she's hearing.

"Well, what can I say? You really are a fool."

"Shup up! No. She can't. Brittany can't do that to me! She loves me, she won't do that. Do you ever think that I would believe a bitch like you? Hells no!" Santana said, seething with anger and her grip on the phone was even tighter now.

"You want proof, Santana? I will give you proof. Go to my house right now and you will see your beloved wife!" Roxy said sharply before cutting off the line.

Santana shook the thought out of her head. She's sure that Brittany can't and won't ever do that to her. That woman was lying, Santana. You should not believe her. She's a relationship wrecker. You already should know that by now.

But a part of her still wants to know why Brittany came home late last made love last night, very passionate love. So if Brittany was fooling her, she wouldn't be interested in doing anything with her. Not last night, the other previous nights... not ever. She didn't see any changes in the blonde's ways and treatment towards her. Roxy was just frustrated because from the very beginning until the end, she never had the chance with Brittany, and now, the blonde is her wife. She really believes Brittany when she told her that Roxy and her never had a relationship, not even once. So why would you doubt that now, Santana? Go now and give that woman the Lima Heights Adjacent treatment she deserves.

She was still shaking and seething in anger when she parked her shiny red sportscar in front of Roxy's house. She was so bothered no matter how hard she tries to neglect and forget what the woman told her. She doesn't want to doubt Brittany but the things that Roxy told her kept on coming back into her just had to see if the woman was telling the truth. She was the one who gave her own address. Why would she even bother if there's nothing to it? Ugh!

The Latina got out of her car and turned to walk towards the house. The gate was short, looking the same as the fence surrounding the house, so she could see the house from there. Though it wasn't that big and all, the design and landscape of the place was still unique and pretty. She can't stop herself from frowning. She was sure that the certain trademark of this lot was Brittany's. This design was one of the designs that are being displayed in the gallery of the blonde's office. Santana just shrugged it off. Anyone could ask her wife to design their house, especially that it is actually her wife's job.

She was about to open the gate but her hand was caught hanging in the middle of the air when she heard a shrill voice of a young boy. She suddenly felt her nerves rushing back up. She raised her glance, looking at the main door of the house nervously. She gasped when she saw a young boy, who was bald and the was his body was sickly skinny for his age is pretty much obvious.

"Catch me, Momma... Catch me!" the boy shouted while laughing happily.

"I'm coming right at you!"

Santana felt her body tense and became cold. She felt like all of her blood rushed out of her face. She could feel her face turn pale. Brittany... Yes, it was Brittany's voice. She knows that voice very well. She felt even worse when she saw Brittany coming out of the house, running after the little boy. Then, there came Roxy, walking behind them. You could almost see her soul right through her very thin choice of clothing for that day. Hazel green eyes immediately found burning brown ones. Then the other woman's lips quirked into an insulting smile as if saying "I told you so."

It was brighter as the day that Brittany was only fooling her. She doesn't know why and what the blonde's motive was for fooling her and treating her like this, making her believe that she really did love her.

Santana didn't even know she was crying until she harshly wiped the tears that were falling non-stop on her cheeks and then she turned around to walk away. She had to deal with another heartbreak and with the same man, with the same third party involved. She now feels like her heart was being literally ripped off of her chest in a very tight grip.

"Santana?" she heard the blonde calling for her.

She turned to face the blonde and gave her an icy glare. She could see the guilt in those blue eyes and pale face she loved the most. The blonde ran towards the gate to reach her but she didn't even get that near when the boy called for her again.

"Momma!" the boy shouted while running after her, his arms are raised and wide oped looking as if he wanted to be carried. Brittany was looking back-and-forth at her and the boy, as if weighing her options whether to choose her or the boy.

I never wanted you to choose, Britt... but I don't have the choice. Choose now, Brittany. Choose me and I will forgive you. I promise that we'll start choose me... She gave her wife the look that was telling her that.

"Momma!" the little boy called for her again.

"B-Britt..." Santana quietly said. Please choose me, Britt, please...

The blonde slightly hesitated. But her world finally came crumbling down when her wife turned around and chose the boy.

Roxy looked like she came out as the victor of a big war while her, she looked like she was killed in the said war more than a million times.

She walked towards her car, tears now running down her face faster and she was just crying so hard that she can't stop. "I hate you, Brittany. I fucking hate you! How can you possibly break my heart twice..." she said when she got in her car, leaning her head against the steering wheel. "How can you do this to me?" She wiped her tears and started to drive. But her tears still continued to fall non-stop. She decided to just put her car aside and let herself cry. She thinks she's going insane with how much hurt and mixed emotions she's feeling and plaguing her heart and mind right now.

She took her phone out of her purse and dialed the number she memorized by heart.

"R-Rachel..." she said and started to sob when her best friend picked up the phone.

"Darling Santana, why don't you call later I'm -" Rachel cut her sentence off when she heard Santana sobbing at the other end of the line. "Oh my dear god! Why are you crying? Is something wrong? Of course there's something wrong. Don't be stupid, Rachel. Please calm down. Why are you sobbing? What happened?"

"I want to die! I j-just want to d-die..." she said in between sobs.

"Oh no. You want to what?! Dear, Lord. No no no no no. Santana... please. Please calm down. Don't do anything stupid, you hear me? Relax and tell me what happened."

"She lied to me, Rach. She lied to me..." she said and sobbed again.

"Leave her, love. You'll be alright. I'm here. Come back here and start anew. You are Santana fucking Lopez. You can do it and we are here." That's what Rachel told Santana and that's what she will do. They talked for hours. Her, crying and telling her best friend everything while Rachel only listened and well, said a few words - in Rachel's vocabulary and version of few - like, how much she'd like to meet Brittany and kick her in the nuts. She was packed her clothes and other belongings and brought it to her car. She made sure that she would leave not a single thing that she owns in that house; what she actually owns and not what her wife bought for her.

Wife.

She smiled bitterly. She wouldn't be my wife anymore, nor I will be hers. If ever the foundations would be dissolved just like what was stated in the will of her Abuelo, she would take over of whatever would be affected by it. She would form a new one. She would just maybe changed the names then. With Rachel and Quinn's help, as well as her family, she could easily pull it off and look for sponsors. Another thing is, she's Santana Marie Lopez, one of the most well-known authors in the world of writers. A lot of people would believe and trust her if she would approach and talk to the most influential people she knows to ask for help for the foundations she would take over. With the right people and right words - speaking of words, I know a damn lot, what's the use of being a writer? Psh. - Santana fucking Lopez could pull it off.

She sighed and thought to herself.

This house doesn't belong to me. I'm such a fool to believe and hope that someday, I would have a happy family with her and live in this house. I don't know why you did this to me. I hope I'm just having a bad dream... but the pain I'm feeling right now makes everything so real. Yes, I am mad. I certainly am mad to the point where I wish I didn't or rather don't love you or even knew you, and I know I really should hate you right now... but just like what I have said before, I just can't. I don't know how long I could stay mad and if I will ever forgive and forget you for doing this to me but I can't really hate you. I know I should, I wish I could. Bye, Britt...

She took a one last glance inside the house before finally stepping out. She can stand back up and start again. She did it before and she would do it again now. And when she recovers, she would leave and avoid people like her.

She turned her cell phone off the first time it rang and when she saw it was Jaimey calling her. She couldn't even remember or count the times Brittany tried to reach and call her. She chose not to answer any of the calls nor text messages. There's no point. She's leaving.

There really is no point... and there's no point of turning back.

A/N: so... i hope you won't kill or hate me yet. 2nd to the last chapter is down, last chapter would be up tonight. again, sorry for being gone and shit. I missed you all! thank you for the reviews, fave's and follows. love y'all! -RG