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To clarify Brittana is end game and always will be in my eyes. The whole point of canon is so that you don't have to use Canon. Let's be honest Canon Brittana is shit. I never said LA and New York weren't in the same country. And yes, you can fly from JFK to LAX.
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10th November 2018
Maribel had spent yesterday waiting for Santana to wake up and come downstairs for at least food; if not for comfort or advice. But she had stayed in bed all day and night.
By Monday, Maribel spent the best part of the morning waiting for Santana to wake up and come downstairs. After the clock had reached 12; she went to check on her daughter and found her still fast asleep.
Brushing her fingers against Santana's slightly moist forehead; the way her body shifted from the unfamiliar touch, Maribel sighed and removed her hand.
"Santana, kid… Wake up." Maribel murmured affectionately, letting her hand rub along her back as Santana slowly began to stir awake from her mother's voice.
Maribel stood up as Santana seemed to be waking up; she walked towards the window; and opened the blinds, letting a large stream of sun light to land on Santana; causing to jerk so she avoided it.
"Wake up, lazy child!" Maribel said, clapping her hands together loudly watching as Santana turned to glare at her.
"I didn't come here for a mother." Santana said, her voice lacking hardly any emotion
Maribel nodded, not hiding how Santana's words had hurt her; "I don't know why you came here… Why don't you enlighten me, oh wise grateful daughter?"
"There's no need for sarcasm." Santana mumbled, rubbing her temple; "I'm here because I have nowhere else to go."
Maribel looked back towards Santana; "Are you and Brittany okay?"
"I won't be here if we were." Santana said much softer, letting her fingers brush her fringe from her eyes; "I should shower. Is that okay?"
Maribel sighed; "I know we're not close… I just thought we could talk. It's not like you call me or even visit."
"Mom, Brittany and I… I think we're falling apart." Santana said, trying to avoid her mother's knowing eyes.
Maribel moved closer towards her daughter, squeezing her hand which was resting on her lap; "Honey… I know you and Brittany will be fine."
Santana scoffed lightly; pulling her hand away from her mother; "I… I can't believe I thought you could even understand me to help. You're never gonna understand me."
Maribel went to speak when Santana grabbed her bag; and walked out of the room. Santana went to the nearest bathroom, slamming the door; she pulled the lock on before sitting on the edge of the bath tub.
Santana pulled her phone out and switched it on. She waited until the several messages Brittany had sent her appeared. She deleted all of them before deciding to send her a message.
I'm at my parents. Need some space. – Santana
Santana placed her phone back into the bag; before placing it beside the door. She began tugging off her clothes and then took a long shower, making sure to make the most of the time to waste time in the shower as it was a luxury since she was out of a job.
Santana dried her body before changing into a pair of slight baggy blue denim jeans and a long white t-shirt. She picked up her clothes and walked back to her room; she dumped her bag inside the room. She walked downstairs and found her mother cleaning the living room.
"Are you still pissed off?" Maribel asked, turning round from the ornaments
"I don't have a right to be pissed off." Santana replied
Maribel shrugged; "I don't know why you and Brittany are falling apart. I wasn't the best mother, no one is… but I tried to help you; I tried to raise you."
Santana nodded; "So we have a bad relationship because of me?"
"I never said that." Maribel said
Santana rolled her eyes; "Whatever… This whole thing is great for distracting me which is exactly what I needed."
"Because running away from your problems will automatically solve them, Santana." Maribel said, sarcasm dripping off her tone.
"Why do you always have to blame me?" Santana asked, crossing her arms across her chest.
"I'm not blaming you. But you don't help matters. Leaving things when you say things are falling apart." Maribel said
"Trust you… Brittany does wrong, and yet, it's my fault." Santana mumbled, walking towards the front door; she opened in, and slammed it behind her.
Brittany let her fingers wrap around her pink mug, the warmth of the hot chocolate spreading through to her fingers.
Sam cleared his throat, making dejected blue eyes look up at him. He took a sip of his coffee, releasing a sigh as he placed his mug down; "Look, Quinn will be home so… just get on with it."
Brittany glanced from Sam to her mug; "I told you… Santana knows about us."
"Brittany, what are you on about? There is no us…" Sam said; "We're just friends…"
Sam watched as Brittany glanced up at him; before looking back down at the table.
"Did you tell her that we were more than friends?" Sam asked
"No…" Brittany said
"Then I don't understand why you're so worried..." Sam said
"Because I didn't tell her about you… at all." Brittany snapped, running her fingers through her hair, tugging it lightly; "I kept you a stupid secret and she left me."
Sam shook his head, letting his fingers brush his fringe; "Oh, Britt… Why would you do that?"
Brittany glanced at him; "You told… Quinn?"
Sam nodded; "I'm married, I wouldn't hide anything from Quinn. She's my wife…"
Brittany sighed; "I don't know why I didn't tell her… I just wanted to keep something for myself. It sounds stupid…"
Sam sighed; "I like you, Britt… You're funny and so intelligent… But it's probably for the best to just leave this alone. Just go home and sort things out with your wife."
"So you have the happy life and I don't? You don't know Santana… She won't even answer my calls… How am I supposed to sort things out?" Brittany mumbled
Sam scoffed; "You caused this by not telling her. I never once ever told you not to tell Santana. I thought she knew. It's not every day you met some guy and not bother to even tell your wife."
Brittany was about to reply; when the front door opened and Quinn walked in, carrying two bags.
"Honey, I'm home." Quinn called
"Kitchen." Sam replied
Quinn walked in; and stopped as she met sight of Sam and Brittany; "You must be Brittany. Sam told me you were coming round."
"Oh… Hi." Brittany said
Quinn placed the bags behind her; "Is something wrong?"
"My wife thinks something was going on with me and Sam." Brittany said
Quinn licked her lips slowly; "Okay… Have you told her that there isn't?"
Brittany nodded
"Look, I'm glad you're making friends… Sam really needed someone recently… especially with everything… but I don't want this kind of shit right now. I need you to stay away from Sam and me… until you can control your wife." Quinn said
"Quinn's right, Brittany. I really do wanna be your friend. But there's no point if Santana's gonna get mixed idea caused by you." Sam said; "If you can't be truthful about something as simple as this… How is she supposed to trust you with the big stuff?"
Brittany nodded; "I'm sorry… I caused this… but I don't know how to fix it."
Quinn stepped forward; "Call your wife and tell her the truth. You kept Sam a secret because you're bored with her… just be honest. She'll probably respect it."
Brittany sighed; and stood up; "I'll stay away from you."
Quinn nodded and decided to walk Brittany to the front door; "Look, I met your wife… for the photo for her story… So if you need me to tell her that nothing went on between you and Sam… I'll tell her. Sam wouldn't do that. He's not a cheater…"
Brittany nodded; "I know… He never gave me that feeling that he wanted more than just friendship… He was just a nice guy."
Quinn nodded; "Just think about what I said. Sam was kept a secret for a reason… Maybe you need to talk about that."
Brittany sighed deeply; and walked out, not even bothering to reply to Quinn as she walked down the street in the direction to her own house.
Brittany arrived home; and went straight to the bedroom. She climbed underneath the covers, tugging them up and over her shoulders. She fumbled until she had reached a comfortable position; she then pulled her phone out of her pocket.
She pressed on Santana's name; and placed it against her ear. She waited Santana to answer. She put the phone down when the voicemail message began playing.
Seconds later, Santana's name appeared on her phone screen; Brittany quickly answered.
"Santana?" Brittany asked, her urgency lacing her tone.
Santana sighed softly on the other side of the line, she otherwise remained silent. Brittany bit her bottom lip; not knowing what to say in case she made Santana hang up.
"I'm so glad you called me back." Brittany replied softly; she moved and sat up, tugging her bed sheets towards her stomach; "How are you?"
"Are we really doing this?" Santana asked, her voice cutting the silence between the two of them
"I don't know." Brittany said, picking at a thread on the bed sheets; "How are you? Are you coming home soon?"
Santana shrugged lightly, a warm silence taking up between them.
"Please, Santana… I don't know how I can fix things if you're not here." Brittany said
"We shouldn't have to fix anything. You shouldn't have lied to me…" Santana replied
Brittany bit her bottom lip, she sighed; "You know I didn't lie."
"So you didn't lie… Hiding something from me… It's still a lie." Santana snapped
"Okay… I lied… Is that what you wanted me to admit? I shouldn't have lied." Brittany replied, rubbing her forehead softly; "I don't know what you want me to say."
"How about the truth… I thought I knew you, Britt…" Santana said softly
Brittany remained silent as Santana shifted on the other end of the phone. Her breathing was short but rapid.
"I thought I knew everything about you… but it feels like I know nothing, Britt." Santana revealed softly
"You know that's not true." Brittany interjected
"But it is." Santana responded lightly
Brittany sighed in exasperation; "You've known me since I was 8… You know everything about me… Come on, baby. Just come home."
"I can't come home because I'm not ready." Santana said
"Ready for what?" Brittany asked
"To pretend like everything is perfect between us… when it isn't." Santana whispered
"We never have to pretend. I love you… I have always been in love with you." Brittany said
"So what is Sam? You admitted you liked him?" Santana asked
Brittany huffed; "It wasn't even like that. I promise… I just felt something for him. It doesn't even compare to what I feel for you."
"You think I can't see what you feel? Your eyes tell me everything I need to know." Santana said softly
"You know I love you, Santana. God… You're the one person I've ever loved." Brittany said
Santana sighed; "For once… This isn't about love."
"What is it about? I lied about being friends with Sam. It doesn't even have to be like this. I love you… and I like having Sam as a friend." Brittany said
"This is about us… About how I feel like we're falling apart. You were hiding something from me; and I didn't even notice." Santana said
Brittany nodded silently; tugging on her bed sheets; she slipped her legs out of the bed to rest against the padded floor.
"I don't know how to even talk to you right now." Santana said
"Santana, please… I don't know how to fix things." Brittany said softly; "How can I fix things? I'll come to your parents. We need to talk face to face."
Santana bit her bottom lip; she shrugged her shoulders as she turned to sit down on a nearby bench.
"I really don't know, Brittany." Santana mumbled
"Please. I need to see you." Brittany replied softly
"You can't leave work." Santana said
"I'll take my holiday now." Brittany said; "I can be there tonight… Please, Santana."
Santana exhaled loudly; "Whatever, Britt. If you think coming here will sort things… then do what you want."
"I'll see you tonight then…" Brittany said softly
"Okay." Santana replied
Brittany then heard the click of the phone. She placed her phone down and began calling her boss; as she walked towards her wardrobe to start packing her bag.
After confirming that she was allowed a week's paid holiday; Brittany hung up her phone; and called a cab to take her to the JFK airport.
Brittany exited from the yellow cab outside Santana's parents' house; she saw Santana standing outside the house, upon the front porch.
Quickly paying the driver; she turned and hauled her bag up off the ground. She began walking towards Santana. A sheepish expression appeared across her face as she came closer to Santana.
"Aren't you cold?" Brittany asked, rubbing her shoulder as the bag was heavy
"My mom's waiting for you." Santana said, tugging the jacket tighter around her; as her eyes remained fixed behind Brittany's body.
Brittany nodded; "I'll go see her."
Santana nodded
Brittany stepped to move passed Santana; she gently moved closer and went to touch her shoulder.
"I'm glad to be here." Brittany whispered softly; as her fingers barely gazed over the smooth material of her jacket.
"Well, how are you gonna cope without your diner buddy?!" Santana quipped, before she turned and walked round towards the back garden.
Brittany sighed sadly; as she pushed the front door open; immediately being pulled into a rather welcoming hug by Maribel.
"I'm so glad you came. Santana told me." Maribel said, pulling back to glance at Brittany's face; "You still look the same."
Brittany laughed; "It hasn't been that long."
Maribel sighed; "It feels it… So what happened to cause Santana and you to come here?"
Brittany bit her bottom lip, looking away from Maribel; "She hasn't told you?"
"She said you two were… falling apart." Maribel revealed softly
"Well… We must be." Brittany said, with a sad smile as she met Maribel's concerned expression; "Where's Santana's room?"
"I'll show you." Maribel said, following Brittany upstairs; she arrived at the spare room where Santana was staying in; "This is where Santana's been staying."
Brittany placed her bag down; "Thanks… Do you mind if I wait for her?"
Maribel nodded lightly; "Sure…"
Brittany sat on the edge of the bed as Maribel walked out of the bedroom. Brittany waited until Santana walked in through the bedroom.
"Hey." Brittany said instantly standing up as Santana turned to look at her; "Your mom said I could stay here."
Santana tugged her jacket off, throwing it over the stool which was beside the counter; "Can't you just sleep somewhere else?"
Brittany looked to the floor, picking up her bag. She glanced back at Santana, before walking out of the room.
"Britt, I didn't mean… You had to just leave…" Santana said, as she rubbed her temple.
Brittany walked back inside; leaning against the door frame; "You wanna talk or…?"
Santana nodded albeit, it was a slow one. Brittany moved forward and dumped her bag down. Sitting beside Santana, Brittany released a deep sigh.
"What's going on between us?" Brittany asked
"I don't know anymore." Santana admitted softly; she ran her palms up and down her arms; "When did you start… hiding things from me?"
"I didn't hide things. I just… I wasn't doing it on purpose. I wanted a friend. I just feel so… tired." Brittany said
"Tired of me or us?" Santana asked, looking over at Brittany
"I know I love you." Brittany whispered
Santana shook her head, her chocolate eyes becoming watery; "That doesn't answer my question. Are you tired of us or me? Did you want Sam or was you using him to do this?"
"I never used Sam…" Brittany said; "I wanted a friend."
Santana rolled her eyes; "You wanted a friend. You didn't need to hide it from me. You chose to… and now you don't like the consequences."
"It's not even like that. You're blowing it out of proportion." Brittany said
"Fine… I've been seeing some woman… And I wanted to fuck her. Sorry for hiding it from you." Santana replied, her voice dripping in disdain
"You don't have to make fun." Brittany grunted
Santana scoffed
"You think I'm making fun of this… I've been made out to be a fool, Brittany. You went and found yourself some eye candy. You have a wife, Britt; you can't do that." Santana said
"So I can't have friends?" Brittany asked
"You can't have friends which you hide from me… and who you wanna sleep with." Santana said
"I haven't slept with anyone but you." Brittany said; "I wouldn't cheat on you… It's just feelings. Have you ever wanted someone else?"
"I find girls attractive, Britt… But I don't try and become friends with them… And I wouldn't hide it from you." Santana replied, shifting on the bed; "I think you wanted me to assume something was going on between the two of you… Maybe you are tired of us… and this gave you some… excitement."
Brittany shook her head, moving closer so her hand land on Santana's lower thigh; "You can't really believe that, right?
Santana sighed; "You can't really think I can believe anything you say anymore? You lied, Britt… And there was no need… I don't know whether whatever you've told me is the truth."
"I haven't lied about anything. You're right, okay… I never should have befriended him. But I did… and I hid it from you. But I love you and I always have." Brittany said, softly, reaching forward to cup Santana's cheek; she slowly let her thumb brush against the apple of her cheek; "You have to believe me… You know I love you, right?"
"You know how bad I wish it were true, Britt… but I can't trust you right now." Santana revealed softly, her hand covering Brittany; before gently removing it; "You should probably go to bed… It's late; and you're tired."
Brittany nodded lightly; "Yeah…"
Santana sniffed softly; as she stood up and moved to the other side of the bed.
"I'll see you tomorrow, right?" Brittany asked, as she stopped by the door, to glance back at Santana.
"I guess so…" Santana murmured, as she rooting through her bag
Brittany leaned down and tugged Santana's favourite t-shirt to sleep in; she walked back towards the bed, and placed it down; "You forgot it."
"Well, I didn't have time to pack." Santana said, picking it up; she watched as Brittany turned to leave; "Thank you… for bringing it."
"It's yours, right? Even if you don't know me… I know you." Brittany said softly, as she let the door close behind her.
Santana looked down at the faded material; letting her thumbs brushed at the coarse fabric; she let the hinting of a smile appear.