Disclaimer: I have not now, nor will i ever own glee or its characters (unfortunatley) but that deosn't mean that i can't use them for stories, right? :)

A/N: I didn't mention this earlier, but last chapter i was supposed to say that i know the song 'someone like you' isn't actually sung by Santana or made by her, it is Adele's song and will always be, so just in case i felt like i needed to point that out, and also i only used that song because i can't write songs of my own so i just had to pretend that she had written it too.

Anyways now that thats cleared up, on with the story...

Chapter Four

The Day Before

22nd March 2012

"SANTANA!"

"SANTANA, OVER HERE!"

I just stepped out of the privacy of my black limousine and already I begin to get bombarded with paparazzi's and their stupid cameras.

I carried on walking straight ahead, like I didn't hear a thing. As if I'd ever go to them, nosy idiots need to learn to come to me if they ever want anything. But then again I guess that is what they do, just like they are now. And if I'm being totally honest, it's starting to get on my freakin' nerves.

"SANTANA!"

"SANTANA, IS IT TRUE THAT YOU'RE WORKING WITH ADELE IN YOUR NEW ALBUM?"

Now for that person I would've gave a proper answer to if my, trying to be masculine, mohawked idiot of a body-guard didn't grab my arm and help me get the hell away from their nosy microphones.

I'd never thought I'd ever live to say this, but sometimes I am so grateful to have Puck as my guard. I mean Brad was alright and everything, but I really couldn't work with him anymore after that one drunken, pointless night I had some months back. Long story short, I didn't remember a thing the next day (or still do for that matter) but I knew he had to go as soon as I woke up to find his naked butt next to me, but thankfully there was some hot chick on the other side too so I didn't have to worry that much. One things for sure, I am never partying with Rihanna again – she is some messed-up chick.

But I guess it was a good thing as it lead me to bump into the one and only Noah Puckerman a week after, and seeing as he looked like he'd actually grown a pair, and some real abs too, I was more than happy to offer him a job. To which he was more than happy to take – literally – being the douche that he is, he thought he'd try to follow my lead and head to New York too, but the idiot did it without having any contacts or money for that matter, so the guy was pretty much broke. I would've cried at the story if I didn't seem to find the whole thing utterly hilarious. The guy really is an idiot, but he comes in useful, like in situations like this he knows exactly when to get me away or when I actually want to stay. He figured all this out the hard way.

After a while my head starts to get dizzy from the photos being shot every second. Everywhere I look there's either a camera there or some huge, fuzzy microphone that's trying to be pushed into my mouth. I mean its like seriously, do you want me to speak or eat the thing, because right now I really wouldn't mind doing the latter considering I didn't even have time to eat this morning.

I only just managed to get comfortable on my bed before my Mamí thought it the perfect time to wake me up and tell me that I had some meeting to attend at the Studio. And apparently it just couldn't wait a few more hours. So I had to get up, get washed, get dressed and then head out to my already waiting smooth, slick limousine before passing out on the ride there.

So that's the reason why my hair is the fizz-ball state that it is now, and why I found myself wearing my new 'Chanel' sunglasses I bought – just cause I could – and making my way into the SJF building looking like a freaking zombie. I could already tell what would be written on the headlines tomorrow, and I doubt any of it would be true.

I enter the gleaming white building, with its dirt-free metal doors with wall length windows covering the first floor. And for some strange reason the place always gives me the creeps as it reminds me of my school councillor I had, Miss Pillsbury, she was always freakishly clean and pure. I found it irritating to be around her. But now I can't help but wonder what she's doing, and if she ever did end up with Mr. Schue (my glee club teacher), Quinn told me the last time I called her but I can't help it if I find myself never listening to a word she has to say sometimes. Old habits just never seem to go away, I guess.

I enter with a complete, fake smile to the doorman – whose name always seems to slip my mind – and smile even more when he actually believes it. Like I'm actually this happy to be awake in the morning looking like I just spent a whole weekend partying, which I haven't done in a while actually, considering I'm now just starting to get my act together and finally moving on. Something I never thought I'd be able to do…

And it's from that moment on that my world changes completely. From that moment on everything I ever thought about earlier goes flying out the window, my relationship with Puckerman going out with it. As from that moment on I begin to go back to square one, and that's where everything begins…

I enter the perfectly cleaned lobby, and just as I'm about to press the button for the fifth floor a massive hand grabs hold of my arm and yanks me back. My body swivels around and the next thing I know I'm face-to-face with Puckerman, something I definitely didn't see ever happening again. Especially since I came out and all, so my interest in women isn't really a surprise to the world anymore (which I'm very grateful for as it makes my life so much easier, and it turns out that there wasn't even anything for me to be scared of really) but this certainly was.

My face instantly scrunches up in confusion when all I seem to get is a dumb-founded look on his face. Puck's eyes keep switching from mine to the ground, with his mouth opening and closing at the same time, like he wants to say something but a part of him won't let it out.

After a few more seconds of this I begin to get irritated and start to try to free myself from his death grip on my arm, but if I didn't realise how strong he was before I certainly realise it then as I don't even stand a chance against his hold on me. So I do the next best thing and I punch him on the arm, not holding back either. This gets his attention as he immediately brings his free hand to rub away the pain in his arm. I just smirk at my strength, before saying:

"What the hell Puck, you going to tell me what's up or not because I do have a meeting to get too ya'know?" in my best pissed-off voice I can muster considering my brain still doesn't seem to be fully alert yet.

Puck just nods his head in reply.

"Erm, right… yeah… I-I'm not trying to hold you back or anything I swear" he tells me innocently, and apart of me starts to feel sorry for trying to pick a fight with him. Especially when he goes all pouty-looking like he does then.

"Well, what's wrong, because I really am busy?" I ask again, but less snappily this time.

Puck notices this and decides to finally tell me as he begins to open his mouth, but then he closes again. And it's at this point that I'm just about to turn away when he calls out.

"You're in a good mood, right?" he asks rhetorically, but I answer him by turning to face him and finally lifting my sunglasses up and placing them atop my head.

"Do I look like I'm in a good mood, this" I say, pointing to the smile that shows up on my face "is me just trying to get through today, because honestly I feel like crap right now and I really can't wait until I get back home" I ramble on, my fake happy demeanour changing instantly to show my real mood.

Puck grimaces when he sees the change, and his grip on me instantly loosens, like as if I'd punch him if he held on too tightly – oh wait I already did that. I smile at my own lame joke, making Puck look at me with confusion, before he makes up his mind.

"Look I don't exactly want to tell you this right now because I know that you really aren't in the best of moods, but I have to tell you. It's been eating me up inside already and I've only known since yesterday, but I really can't keep it from you any longer." Puck tells me honestly, his big brown eyes looking straight into mine, making me realise just how serious this actually is.

"Tell me Puckerman, your scaring me" I say when he doesn't start to carry on straight away.

Fear and worry evident on my face, it's because of this that Puck decides to look left and right quickly, checking that we're the only ones around, and once he's confident that we are, he nods his head in agreement.

"I… Brittany's engaged, she's getting married…"

And just like that, the world I thought I knew comes tumbling down. The earth literally stops spinning, Puck's voice disappearing in the background, his movements freezing. I gasp in surprise, like the wind just got knocked out of me, three times with an added kick to go along with it.

My whole world begins to stop, just like my heart.

And the next thing I know, I'm being brought back to that dreadful day, those awful seven years ago.

23rd July 2005

After blonde hair, flying around in the wind, faded away into the distance all that could be heard was the sound of a choked sob. All that could be seen was a heart broken into pieces, spread around its owner. Her body not moving, not even for a breath, it's just lying on the green grass, motionless. The eyes closed tight, mouth shut, hands turned into a fist by its side, an empty body just lying there, broken.

Suddenly a loud gasp can be heard, her eyes shooting open, her mouth wide, and her breath coming back to her. The sound of her loud breathing echoes throughout the empty park, the sun beating down on the empty body. It's never moving, never stirring; her chest is the only source of its survival as it moves up and down in slow breaths. This was the moment Santana Lopez died. And for a split second, she really thought she was.

She couldn't handle it; it was already hurting her too much. But she had too, this she knew for a fact. She could easily let herself wither away right now, but she couldn't. For her, she couldn't. Even if she may never see her again, at least if she were alive she'd stand more of a chance, but right at this very second, she couldn't care less whether she lived or not. She had broken the heart of the only person in the world that she loved the most, and she had broken her own too. It was all her fault. She couldn't move.

She couldn't breathe.

The only thing she could do was gasp every now and then.

She couldn't feel anything.

Instead she just closed her eyes, took deep breathes, and let the tears overflow. And before Santana knew it, she had cried herself to sleep.

Santana awoke to the sound of a gasp and hurried footsteps getting closer, when she listened carefully, she could hear four of them. Yet neither of them sounded like the footsteps she wanted to hear, none of them were hers.

Suddenly Santana could feel a warm hand on her shoulder. It's the gentlest of touches, but she can feel them shaking a bit, as if they're afraid of disturbing her. She wanted to laugh at this; of course they should be afraid. No one touches Santana Lopez and lives to tell the tale. Well, except for her that is. And that thought is what makes her unable to laugh, the memories coming back to her. And before she knows it the tears come flooding out all over again. She's surprised she still has any left.

"Huh, oh you poor dear" she heard a calm, gentle voice saying next to her. The voice sounds old, but caring, the words' being something a sweet grandma would say when they're grandchild is hurt. This makes her cry even more, because it's not even her own grandma.

"Oh sweetie, it's so late out, your parents must be worried sick. Come on, lets get you home" she whispers tenderly to her.

But Santana can't even reply, she doesn't want to seem rude though, the lady sounds too sweet for that. So she simply nods her head.

She can feel the woman's hands grab hold of her arms gently, before slowly helping her up off the grass, which Santana forgot she was still lying on. The woman cooed with every whimper that would come out of her. Santana was trying to hold in her tears, now that she could make out the ladies face, but her eyes were saying otherwise.

The lady looked exactly how she sounded, white hair, with tender blue eyes hiding behind the glasses on the bridge of her nose. When Santana really looked at her, she could see that she was a pretty lady; she knew she must have been quite a looker when she was younger. The old woman was perfect, and right then Santana couldn't handle it. She was reminding her too much of the one she had left behind. The perfect woman she had just watched walk out of her life. She burst into tears all over again, so much so that she wasn't even surprised when the lady pulled her into her, letting Santana cry on her shoulders.

After what felt like hours of crying, and being rocked to and fro by an old lady that she didn't even know, Santana's tears started to calm down. It was at this moment that the lady started to get her to stand up, whispering sweet reassurances into her ear the whole time. Santana was grateful for that, because she really didn't think she could move right then, she was surprised she had even managed to sit up.

When she was properly on her feet and standing the woman stepped back, her hands never leaving her arms. She could see the lady crouch down a bit to look her in the eyes. When she did she held her there, never losing eye contact.

"Your ok now dear, alright?" she asked her softly.

Her eyes expressing how much she wanted to make her feel better, the twinkle in them starting to fade a bit with each sniff she would take. Santana's lips wobbled with the intensity of it all, she had never felt so cared for in her life, and she didn't even know the woman. When she realised that she was waiting for her to reply, like she was afraid she might be scaring her, Santana quickly nodded her head. Her voice still not coming out.

"We're gonna take you home, ok?" she asked again.

If this were anyone else, or any other time, Santana would have told them all to 'leave her the hell alone' along time ago. But she wasn't that Santana right now. She was too broken to even think, and if she was being honest, she loved the fact that the lady cared so much, that she was even asking. So Santana would reply it was the least she could do. She nodded her head again. The lady giving her a small smile in return, her warm eyes still never leaving hers.

That was until she turned to the man standing behind them. If she never did that Santana would have never even noticed the man behind them, he looked the same age as her, with the same colour of white on his head. He looked just as friendly as she did, and Santana could tell straight away that this was her husband. She would have smiled, if she could, at how sweet they must be as a couple, and even though Santana had only met the woman now, she was happy to know that she managed to marry someone she clearly deserved. This was all Santana could ever ask for, for the girl she loved the most. She wanted her to be just as happy as this lady clearly was, because she deserved all the happiness in the world. And so much more.

With that in mind, Santana knew that she was doing the right thing. For apart of Santana knew that Brittany could never be that happy with her. So she took a deep breath before finally finding her voice.

"I think I'd like to go home now" she told the lady who had now turned back to face her again.

Santana hated how broken her voice sounded, but the woman didn't seem to notice as all she did was nod in understanding. She turned to her husband again before saying:

"Jim, can you get her things please and put them in the car, thank you dear" she said as she watched Jim slowly grab her blankets and basket. She had completely forgotten about all of that too, the memory of whom she had entered this park with completely leaving her mind, as all it was filled with was their parting.

The lady kindly lead Santana to their small, grey car. Each step she took seeming to last a lifetime, and by the time they arrived at the car Santana was more than thankful, she was beginning to wonder if they'd ever get there.

The whole car journey was quiet, but not awkward. They all simply sat in a comfortable silence. Santana was grateful for this too, she couldn't bear to have her heart broken and have to sit through awkwardness all in the same day.

When they started to get nearer to her street, Santana gave them small directions on which way to go and where to park as they eventually arrived at her house. Santana was about to jump out and say her thanks until she was stopped by the lady, and told not to move. She would have been freaked out but she knew the lady wasn't trying to scare her, plus she had said that in the nicest way possible.

The two elders stepped out, and Jim made his way to her side of the door, before opening it for her. Santana slide out, and smiled at the man as she did so. He just gave her a friendly smile back. She immediately walked to the woman's side, she was already beginning to miss the comfort of being next to her, and she couldn't help but grin slightly when the woman placed a gentle arm around her. Letting her know that she could cry into her shoulder again if need be.

The walk to her – slightly bigger than what she makes out – house was quiet as well, but this was only because a part of Santana didn't want to leave the couple. It may seem ridiculous, but she was beginning to enjoy their company, they made her feel safe, less vulnerable.

Jim knocked on the door, even though they had a bell, and all three waited patiently for it to open. It wasn't a long wait, for as soon as he knocked the big brown door swung open revealing Santana's Mamí, her face pale and eyes, almost, bloodshot.

"Mija, where have you been, you had me worried…" Her Mami's voice started to slowly fade away, when she finally noticed who else was with her. Her Mamí just tilted her head in confusion.

"Hello, we found your daughter at the park. It being so late and all, we couldn't leave her by herself and she was happy for us to give her a ride home, we hope you don't mind" Santana heard the woman say next to her.

Santana would have been looking anywhere but at her mother if it had been any other time, but now, she couldn't keep her eyes off of her. She had never seen her Mamí look so worried before, she actually looked like she had been crying because of her absence, and this surprised the Latina the most.

Her Mamí simply nodded her head, before ushering Santana inside. Seeing this as her only chance, instead of going straight to her room, she rushed to her mothers opened arms and let her tears fall again as she cried into her shoulders.

"Thank you for returning her home safely, I am truly grateful" she heard her Mamí say to the couple still at the door.

"That's ok, we just wanted to make sure she was fine" they replied back. Santana heard them talk some more before they pleasantly said goodbye and returned back to their car. She would have thanked them too, or asked them to stay a bit longer, but Santana was in the safety of her mother's arms, something she hardly ever experienced, so she wasn't going to let any second of it go to waste.

As soon as the door was closed Santana burst into tears, she couldn't hold them in any longer.

"I don't want to go, Mamí. I don't want to leave her" she whimpered out, the tears getting the better of her.

She felt her Mamí wrap her arms around her and hug her tightly, before giving her a soft and tender kiss on the top of her head.

"I know, Mija, I know" she whispered into her ear.

And when she looked at her mothers face, she knew that she meant it. She never saw her Mamí cry before, or even look upset, but seeing her now, she could see just how much her mother was trying not to cry. She knew that her Mamí was hurting too, seeing her upset made her Mamí upset. And this just made her cry even more.

Santana gasped, her breathe finally coming back to her. She blinked away the tears trying to come out of her eyes. It couldn't be true; she couldn't let it be true.

Why would Puck tell her something like this if it wasn't true? Why did he have to tell her at all?

"Your lying, that can't be true…it just can't be" Santana said, her voice going higher than necessary, as her tears threatened to fall.

She could see the hurt coming out of Puck; she knew that he didn't mean to make her upset, especially now when she had so much to do. But he did, she was upset, even more than he could possibly imagine her to be.

All it took was for him to nod, his face saying it all. She really was getting married. And just like that Santana's heart smashed, its pieces being left to lie on the ground as her tears came pouring out.

'You won't ever loose me San' Brittany's soft voice filled Santana's head. The words flying around, repeating itself over and over again. And each time it did her heart broke just that little bit more. Santana felt two familiar pairs of arms wrap around her waist, instantly, as her body began to crumble. Puck held onto her tightly, never once letting go.

'You won't ever loose me San' well now it seemed like she had. Santana had lost her for good.

A/N: Sorry for the late update, but i hope this made up for it :))

Please Read: Before you all move on to your next stories, i just needed to say if there is any songwriters that are reading this story out there anywhere, then please read on.

As i said before, i'm not one for songwriting, but because of Santana's job, being a singer and all, i feel like i'm gonna need to have a few songs for her, originals one at least not from other celebs like i've been doing recently hehe and because of this i was just wondering if anyone would be willing to writie a song.

Any song is fine, one that you think goes with the storyline, how you feel Sanatana's been feeling over the past seven years, maybe about Brittany would be even better.

This is only if you want to, please don't feel obligated to do so, i just think it would help me out so much and make the story even better too. If they are fitting enough for this story then i will gladly put them in the story, and who knows you might just be able to read your very own song in a fic :))

So please take this oppurtunity and help out a fellow fanfictioner, it would make me so very happy - you might get some spoilers too, if you want that is hehe :D

So whenever your ready too send the song over to me, by PM or review even, any way you can. Thank you all for even reading this, and the story too :DD

Until next time - Y.A.M.L