A/N: As I know as much about the conclusion as everyone else this chapter is kept absolutely vague. If you're searching for an answer to what made Santana pull a 180 within that week of jealousy, you better go looking somewhere else. :)

I'm eagerly awaiting lizzylizbian's next chapter of Unconventional Assistance.

Oh and if you can guess what album I've been listening to the entire time while writing this (without the help of google, silly) we should be best friends.

Chapter 6:

You think you're in love like it's a real sure thing

But every time you fall you got your ass in a sling

You used to be strong but now it's "oooh, baby, please"

There ain't gonna be no more begging you, "please"

You know what I want and it ain't one of these

You're bad to the bone and your girlfriend agreed

That falling in love is so hard on the knees.

Brittany,

I let myself fall once and that is the consequence? This is what I get?

I am such an idiot. I was ready to let you go. I was ready to move on. I wish I had stuck to my decision.

But of course, you couldn't let me, could you? Your touch, Brittany, it still burns on my thighs. And I still see you stare at me behind my closed eyelids whenever I blink.

Was everything you made me believe a lie? Or was it really all just in my head?

The way you looked at me?

All the sweet smiles?

All the times you reassured me, every time I backed out and you pulled me back in?

It's okay?

Let me help?

You pleaded with me then.

And your tiny gasps and whimpers, your breath against me, your suppressed moans?

How you looked at me this last time? How you held me? How you grabbed me and didn't let go?

Brittany, I might be a little off-track sometimes, a little presumptuous, I'll admit that much, but I'm not insane. I haven't made it up. I haven't made up anything since that first time you surprised me and licked my hand away and left me in shock.

All this time it was real. It was real for me, even though it apparently wasn't for you.

Here I thought I would once be singing my letters to you when this whole time you had me dancing to your tune.

I was nothing but your puppet and you were pulling my strings. A dull wooden toy!

You had planned it all out, hadn't you? You're laughing about me right now, joking about how you were able to seduce your oh so tough boss. Turns out the heartless bitch is really a weakling.

Everything I've worked for!

Who did you tell? Who else knows what a stupid asshole I am?

How many bets did you win with this?

And still you got all the strings in your hand. I voluntarily threw my life away into your direction and you picked it up and twisted it around and created this mess I'm hereby stuck in.

What's your next step? Are you going to sue me? Do you want to ruin everything that has ever been important to me?

I assure you: You already have.

Never again. I swear. Never again.

- S.

Whatever!

Jack shall have Jill

Nought shall go ill

The man shall have his mare again

And all shall be well*

He can have you.

Dear Brittany,

I'm torn.

I want to hate you.

Odi et amo.**

Let me hate you.

This can't be happening.

- S.

Brittany,

I'm done pretending. So why aren't you?

Did you really think I'd let you in again? Just so you can take even more from me than you already have?

What kind of sick game are you playing?

This door will stay closed.

- S.

Brittany,

Break your spell. Give me back my office. Give me back my life. Give me back my thoughts.

You can't be my succubus any longer. The vision of you so sweet to me, that image, so forbidden and so delicious and so mine, this beautiful dream it turned into a nightmare.

You're still haunting me and all I wish for is the innocent confusion back.

At least then I could…

I can't any more.

Not with you on my mind.

Brittany, it's time to let go off me.

- S.

Dear Brittany,

Is it true?

Maybe I could…

No, I can't.

- S.

Brittany,

I swore I wouldn't open myself up again. I swore that to myself years ago.

I swore it to myself last weekend.

I keep failing myself.

I'm such a failure.

Should I really dare to trust you again? Was I at fault to pass quick judgment?

I feel like I'm falling apart yet again and this time a nacre tooth isn't going to fix it.

- S.

Dear Brittany,

Today it struck me.

I saw you at the vending machine, obviously pondering on what to pick.

Brittany, you always ponder on that and then you always get a Snickers bar. You know you'll get a Snickers bar and I know you'll get a Snickers bar and heck, I bet the whole floor knows you'll get the damn Snickers bar and yet you stand there every single time, and you ponder.

As I jumped behind the next corner like a 13 year old school girl hiding from her crush or a teacher it struck me and that much is crystal clear now:

I am an even bigger fool than I thought I was.

Oh, sweet sweet Brittany.

We need to quit doing that.

I hope it's not too late.

- S.

Dear Brittany,

Oh, how I missed you. It's only been a week but it felt like an eternity. I cannot even begin to describe how I missed your caress, your feel, your voice, your kind eyes, your tender lips, your tongue, your wetness on mine.

Skin met skin and I almost cried from wanting you so much.

And when I felt your locks, oh god! They are even softer than I imagined.

So is your cheek. Your sweet perfect cheek.

And when you touched me…

And then you touched me.

More, please. Oh god.

My desire burns hotter and brighter than it ever has before. It has become my guiding light through all this darkness that has been surrounding my heart. Years. I've wasted years on denial, on depriving myself of want.

I want you!

Thank you.

Britt.

And when you touched me there!

Britt!

And then you touched me there!

Everywhere.

Britt…

And then you looked at me.

Please forgive me.

Britt-.

Please never stop.

Don't stop with that and - ah - never stop doing that.

We don't have to stop. Not anymore.

- S.

Dear Brittany,

Don't cry.

Baby, please don't cry.

I'm such a fool. I promise everything will be alright soon.

We will be.

Da mi basia. Let me cup your cheek once again. Let me turn off the lights for you and kiss your heavy thoughts away.

If you agree, if you still want to, if you still want me, you can have everything and more. This time I won't shut you out. This time it's going to be perfect for both of us. This time I'm going to get it right.

Do you still want me?

I promise you, Britt, if you do, we will have our happy ending.

Oh, Brittany.

Please hold out just a little longer.

- S.

*Lovingly stolen from "A Midsummer Night's Dream". Thank you, Shakespeare.

** This is from Catull's Carmen 85:

Odi et amo. Quare id faciam, fortasse requiris.

Nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior.

And because I couldn't find a translation online that I like, I'll translate it myself for you:

I love and I hate. Why am I doing that, you may ask.

I don't know, but I feel it and it's excruciating.

I hate it when poets come along and try to make Latin sound more English (or German) by interpreting everything anew. This translation might not flow as well, but at least it's accurate [/rant]

Now lizzy, get these two together already, will you :D