AN: This story popped up in my head and I just had to write it. So I hope you guys enjoy it!
Disclaimer: None of the characters are mine and neither is the show because if it was there would be no Glee only Brittana and maybe some light Faberry.
Loving You is Hard Too Do
Prologue
Brittany didn't know how it happened. She didn't know where or why or when. She couldn't tell you the specific time or day it happened. All she could tell you was that on that unforgettable but somehow unrecognizable day she fell in love. She fell in love with the most amazing person in the world.
Everything about her love was seemed perfect. Her lover was funny, smart, charismatic, and not to mention hung as hell. They were everything to each other and so much more. Brittany was sure that this was the person she was going to spend the rest of her life with, and she would even prove it to the people that said otherwise. In fact that was exactly what she did when she married her love.
But now she sat alone in their large house they were supposed to share with one another. A house they picked out together like a family even though it was just the two of them. This house was supposed to be the beginning of great beginnings between her and her love. This house, their home was going to be the breeding and nurturing grounds for their future children. The place they had birthday parties, backyard bar-b-que's, and opened present up on a crisp morning. It was the place they were going to grow old in sitting on the back porch reminiscing about their younger days. But that wouldn't happen.
Because now the home where both their dreams and wishes of a family and anything else was tainted. It was tainted by the dark secrets and lustful affairs her wife participated in. It was tainted by the many phone calls from mistresses and girlfriends she picked up only for them to hang out as soon as they figure it wasn't her wife. It was tainted from late nights at the job that always took place in a hotel or strip club. It was tainted by the numerous pairs of underwear she found thrown haphazardly around the house that didn't belong to her. Her home was tainted. Her dreams were tainted. This was no longer the home she stayed in with her happy wife, but the house she resided in with her adulterous lover.
But what were worse then her tainted home and love was her heart. Her heart that once belonged to a gorgeous and successful lawyer was bruised, battered, and scared by everything she was put through. She gave her strong and healthy heart to her love only to gain it back weak and struggling for life.
Her love was no longer the women who got off work early just because she was missing her wife. Or the women who brought home flowers and chocolates for her just because it was Tuesday or Saturday. She was no longer the women that spoiled her wife rotten even when money was tight.
No. Her love wasn't any of those things at least not anymore. Somewhere her Santana got lost and was replaced by one she couldn't even comprehend let alone get to know. The Santana she lived with now was the women who came home with a canvas of hickeys and love marks. The Santana she lived with constantly worked late although the hotel bills showed much more than her absence at her office. This Santana carried condoms in her suitcase and new cell phone for her 'work' calls. This Santana came home late at night smelling like sex and some women's perfume. This Santana always had singles in her wallet with the countless phone numbers residing besides them.
This wasn't her Santana; it just couldn't be.
It took her awhile to see the signs, but after so many calls and thongs found she couldn't stay blind anymore. She couldn't cry herself to sleep every night begging for her wife to just come home anymore. She couldn't act like she didn't hear the ladies in the neighborhood or at her job talk behind her backs. She wouldn't.
No matter how hard she tried she couldn't place the blame all on her wife's shoulders. She knew the signs of what was going on because she worked with people like this. She worked with all kind of addicts. She had study this in school. She had published papers and journals on addiction and addicts. She worked with people like this and watched as some overcame their addictions while others were destroyed by them.
It was at one of these meeting where she first laid eyes on her love. Who was then just a college student trying to make it through the day. She had slowly fallen in love with Santana Lopez, the sex addict.
A woman who had slowly captured her heart only to rip it in half years later.
AN2: Should I keep going?