A/N: Sorry I was a little delayed with this. The anticipation of the episode and Brittana finally being on admittedly killed my creativity last week! Anyhow, here it finally is. This chapter goes a bit more into the Finchel drama and gives you a bunch more very fluffy Brittana for all those who asked. :-)
I'm going to be out of town for a week in a week, but I'm definitely updating at least once before I go so I'll be back with more soon! As always, thanks so much for all your reviews. I love hearing what you think and what you'd like to see more of. And to EvenInTheDark who asked about some jealous Brittany - we're definitely going to get a taste of that soon. It's something I've been planning to include a bit of myself and you can expect it in the next chapter or two! Hope you all enjoy!
A little after 11:30 Brittany woke up to find Santana still cuddled up into her side and sound asleep. She smiled and placed a soft kiss on her temple, while gently untangling herself so the could get up and work on some food. Santana groaned at the loss of the warm body next to her and reached out, grabbing a pillow before settling back into sleep. Throwing on a sweatshirt over her tank top Brittany giggled lightly, grabbing the kittens as she made her way outside and quietly closing the door behind her.
She set down the cats who were now circling her and meowing at the realization they were finally getting their breakfast. Smiling fondly at them, she dug into the bin where they kept their food and gave them each a portion before scratching their heads and heading back up and turning on her ipod in the dock before she made her way to the fridge to survey it for something she could put together. She frowned, not seeing anything jump out at her and started to bustle through the cabinets, dancing along with the music, in hopes of finding something suitable for lunch.
A few minutes later she heard some noise behind her and saw a sleepy and still clearly hung over Rachel approaching with an empty water bottle. As she pulled the cheese out of the fridge she offered her another, which she gratefully, but wordlessly accepted, gulping it down quickly as Brittany smiled.
"Morning." she smirked. "Actually it's almost afternoon. You left so fast last night I didn't even get to say goodbye. I was calling you but you didn't hear me." Brittany said, pulling bread out of the fridge as well.
"I heard you. But I didn't really feel like talking to you." Rachel said, sitting at the kitchen table and holding her head in her hands. Brittany's brow furrowed in confusion.
"What? Why?" she asked. "Did I do something wrong?"
"Don't play dumb with me Brittany."
"What did I do? I mean, is this about Finn?" she said, putting down what she was working with to sit across from Rachel.
"Of course it's about Finn, Brittany. Don't act like you're completely oblivious as to why I'd be upset with you." she scowled. "How could you do that?" she asked, looking up at Brittany who still looked confused.
"I'm sorry, but I'm still not sure exactly what I did. In fact, I'm positive that didn't do anything."
"That's exactly the problem. You didn't even tell me. I know we haven't always been buddies or anything, but towards the end of senior year, as we started to really explore where we were going, we became friends – at least I thought we did."
"We did." Brittany said both seriously and emphatically.
"Then how could you not tell me what was going on with him? You've known for nearly two months and you hid it from me."
"Rachel, it's like I told Finn. This was none of my business. It wasn't my place to tell you."
"A real friend would have given me a head's up." Brittany shook her head.
"It's not like that Rachel. Finn and I, we've become friends too and I value all of my friendships. He told me that in confidence. He specifically asked me not to tell anyone and I didn't. I didn't even tell Santana and I tell her everything. I couldn't just betray his trust, that wouldn't be right."
"But it was okay to betray mine?"
Santana, hearing the conversation and deciding not to interrupt just yet, paused in the hallway to listen.
"But I didn't betray yours. I really tried to get him to tell you. I told him all the time. But it was his move to make in his own time. I couldn't do that for him. It wasn't my place." she paused, looking up at the ceiling for a minute and sighed. "Listen, I'm really sorry if you blame me for this, but honestly Rachel, I think if you looked at it from my point of view you would see I was doing the best I could to be a friend to everyone." Rachel scoffed.
"You certainly have an interesting way of seeing things, but I guess that's to be expected." she said and Santana furrowed her brow in anger, about to approach but Brittany spoke up first.
"What is that supposed to mean?" she said, with a aggravation laced in her voice. "You know what? No matter what you want to believe, I'm not the person you should be blaming for this. It's Finn's fault that he didn't tell you and it's your fault that you can't see this is something that he really wants."
"So you're going to tell me what my boyfriend wants now?" Brittany rolled her eyes.
"If you want to be mad at me, fine. I can't stop you. I know I didn't do anything wrong. I'm sorry you think I did." she shrugged, standing. "Maybe if you would take what your boyfriend wants into consideration sometimes, he wouldn't be so scared to tell you things."
"Are you implying that you don't do the same thing to Santana."
"Excuse me?"
"It's so clear she's completely whipped." she said. "You clearly have no problem exercising your power to get what you want either."
Santana decided to step in before this got ugly, because it was clear Brittany was getting close to the rare point where she lost her patience and she didn't want her to say something that she didn't mean. She knew Brittany like the back of her hand and if she reached that point, she'd achieve nothing but extreme guilt later.
"Guys." she said, walking into the room and they both snapped their heads to look at her with wide eyes, having been caught discussing her. "First of all Berry," she began gently, "let's be clear about one thing. Brittany does not force me to do anything against my will. Whenever I do what Brittany wants, it's because I love her and nothing makes me happier than seeing her happy." she said, causing Brittany's lip to twitch in a small smile. "Secondly, let's just drop this whole conversation, okay? It's not going anywhere good and there's enough tension right now. Why don't you guys talk again when everything is less tense? Before one of you says something you regret." She said looking at Brittany, who looked down and nodded in understanding.
"Fine." Rachel said, before getting up and heading towards her bedroom, slamming the door shut behind her. Brittany sighed and looked sad, resting her hands on the back of the chair as Santana smiled sadly and walked over to wrap her arms around her from behind and kiss her cheek.
"Good afternoon." she said, reaching around to capture Brittany's lips. "Don't let the hobbit get to you. She's just upset about Finn right now and she's taking it out on you." Brittany shrugged.
"I feel bad, but I still really think I did the right thing."
"You did." Santana said, squeezing her tightly and resting her chin on her shoulder. "You're extremely loyal. I told Rachel that last night. And you were protecting your friend's privacy. Telling Rachel wasn't up to anyone but Finn. She'll get over it so stop thinking about it and think about the awesome day you're going to spend with me." Brittany smiled and turned in her arms, wrapping her arms around her neck and kissing her deeply.
"I love you." Brittany said and Santana couldn't contain her grin.
"I love you too."
"That was really cute by the way."
"What?"
"The thing about doing things to make me happy." Santana smirked.
"Totally true. Nothing makes me happier than seeing you happy." she said, kissing Brittany quickly, before pulling apart. "Come on, let's make lunch and get out of here. I have a day planned."
"Really?" Brittany asked.
"Yep."
"Doing what?"
"You'll see." she smiled, popping a piece of cheese into her mouth. Brittany just grinned and hopped over in excitement.
"That place was so pretty." Brittany said, sipping her water, and grabbing Santana's hand across the table as they sat in a small, dimly lit Mexican restaurant back by the apartment. They had spent the day all the way uptown at the romantic setting of the Cloisters, a medieval museum with artwork and architecture.
"I thought you'd like it. I just wanted to get out of the house with you for the day. All that craziness going on with Hudson and Berry" she shook her head "plus I know I upset you last night. I just thought we could use a day about nothing buy you and me." she said rubbing her thumb across her hand lovingly.
"It was perfect. This is still perfect. I love it when you surprise me." she beamed.
"I know, that's why I do it."
"How'd you find that place anyway?" she asked, curiously.
"School actually. They were talking about it in that history class I'm taking and it sounded really romantic so I thought I should take you." she shrugged.
"Glad you did." she smiled, grabbing a chip and dipping it before popping it into her mouth. "I love this place."
"Me too." Brittany sighed. "What?"
"I know this isn't about them, but I feel bad about Finn and Rachel." Santana rolled her eyes. "No, seriously, they helped us when we were having trouble and I feel bad. I wonder if he came back home yet. I haven't heard from him." Santana sighed.
"Maybe you should text him."
"Yeah?" Brittany asked, hopefully.
"Go ahead, it'll make you feel better."
"I wish we could help them...but Rachel's so mad at me..."
"Are you trying to get me to talk to her? Cause I spent hours listening to her problems yesterday."
"She could use a friend right now." she said, typing out a text to ask Finn if he was ok as Santana closed her eyes in annoyance.
"Then maybe she should work on making some."
"Santana, you know when things like this happen you want to talk to someone you can trust."
"Let her call Hummel." Brittany's phone buzzed and she looked down and opened the message.
"He's still at Jeff's." she frowned. "He's going home later." she said, tapping something back before throwing the phone back in her bag.
"Great, they're going to have some argument. Maybe we should go see a movie after this?"
"I'd be cool with that." she said with a smile, latching onto Santana's hand again. "I love this entire date, so I totally don't want it to end."
"Good." Santana said. "Because I don't plan on ending it when we get home either." Santana winked and Brittany smiled shyly. "No more Finn and Rachel tonight okay?"
"Okay." she nodded. "But at least just promise me you'll think about it, if it's still bad after they talk."
"You seem to think it will be." Santana said, unable to help her curiosity.
"Rachel is really stubborn. She's not going to just give in and Finn really, really wants to do this. I don't even think he admitted that to himself yet, but I can tell. When he talks about it, he's just...it's what he wants." she shrugged and Santana smiled.
"You talked to him about this a lot, huh?" Santana said in thought. "I'm surprised you never said anything."
"It took so much not to tell you." Brittany said with a chuckle before turning serious. "But he really begged me not to say anything, so I couldn't." Santana nodded.
"I understand. It's cool." she said, munching on a chip of her own. "But that's impressive. I admire that about you Britt."
"Thank you." Brittany said proudly, as the waiter came over and put their appetizer on the table.
"I'll think about it. But no promises, ok?" Brittany smiled. "I don't even know if she'd talk to me."
"Just consider putting the option out there. That's all I'm saying." Santana nodded.
"Now no more Rachel and Finn talk." she teased, digging into the food. "Tell me more Todd's new boyfriend." she said as they carried on more casual conversations for the rest of the evening.
Rachel sat on the couch in darkness except for the light coming from the television as she flicked through channels aimlessly. She heard the locks click and looked up to see Finn enter, backpack slung over his shoulder.
"Hey." he said softly, putting it down at the door.
"Hey." she responded, glancing over him once. "Where were you?"
"I was at Jeff's. We slept super late because we stayed out last night." he said, walking over to sit on the loveseat. "I was really hung over. We played xBox and ordered pizza."
"Glad to see you have your priorities straight." she said and he sighed.
"I told you I'd come home and I did. I just needed a little time Rachel." She nodded, turning back to the TV. "So can we talk?" he asked, surprised by the fact that she was almost ignoring him.
"Now?"
"Yes." he said, confusedly.
"Oh! So now is a good time for you. I get it." she said, shaking her head in disbelief.
"It's not like that." he said with a sigh. "God, do you really want to start the conversation this way?" he asked, getting annoyed with her instant attitude.
"No! But I've been sitting home all day by myself waiting for you. It feels pretty pathetic. You didn't even have the decency to call me or respond to one of my texts." He looked down guilty
"Where are Brittany and Santana?" he asked, realizing if he admitted to knowing they were out it would be clear he had not ignored Brittany's text.
"Out on some date." she said. "It's not like I'm speaking to Brittany anyway." she huffed.
"Wait, why? Because of this?"
"Of course. You two both felt the need to keep secrets from me."
"Oh Rach come on, be mad at me but this isn't her fault. She was just trying to be a good friend to me and respect what I told her in confidence."
"Whatever." Rachel said. "I don't want to talk about Brittany anyway." she muttered, standing to turn on the light and flip the TV off before sitting back down. "So."
"So..." he swallowed nervously. "Rachel, I am really, really sorry for hiding this from you for so long." he said sincerely. "It was a stupid mistake, I was just scared. I didn't want you to freak out and I knew you would."
"God, you make me sound like a total monster. Is that really how you see me?" she asked with a mixture of hurt and anger. He shook his head emphatically.
"No! Of course not. I don't think you're a monster I just...it's like I said, I knew you wouldn't be behind me on this."
"So you didn't even think to give me the chance to be?"
"Would you have been?" he asked knowingly and she frowned, looking at the floor.
"No." she admitted and he released a heavy breath, leaning forward to grab her hand.
"Where do we go from here Rach? I feel like there's more than just one thing going on here."
"Because there is." she said, looking back up at him. "There's you hiding things from me and making major decisions about your life without even talking to me. There's the fact that I can't remotely wrap my head around the decision you've made. And there's the fact that you seem to be going off in a direction on your own that I don't even understand."
"I don't know what to do."
"Don't take that job." she said, almost pleadingly and shook her head. "I don't want you to take the job." she said once more, firmly and his brow furrowed with aggravation.
"That's not fair."
"None of this is fair."
"No, Rachel, you're not even trying." he said, dropping her hand and standing to pace the room. "Why can't you try to understand how much I want to do this?"
"Because I can't understand why you'd want that kind of life. The kind of life where you'd be putting yourself into potential danger every day. Why would you want to take a job where you ran the risk of not coming home?"
"Rachel, you're being ridiculous. Do you know the odds of something horrible happening to me? Yes, there are times where terrible things happen, but over all they're extremely slim."
"They still exist!" she yelled. "If you would just take a step back and realize how much potential you have, you could still find a school and a career that suits you much better."
"This career does suit me."
"It doesn't suit us. It doesn't suit our plans."
"Your plans. You made your own plans too, for both of us."
"I don't get it Finn, if this was so important to you. If this was something that you wanted so badly, why didn't you ever mention anything about it?" she asked, honestly. She stood to meet him. "Maybe if you had ever mentioned it I'd have an easier time being this is your life's calling."
"Because I didn't know. I was searching around when I got here and I saw the ad for the test and i thought I should give it a shot, in case. And the more I thought about it, the more I fell in love with it."
"What kind of a relationship do we have if we can't even discuss our lives with each other?" she asked and he looked down.
"I don't know." he said sadly. "I meant to tell you so many times, but I just didn't feel like I could talk to you about it."
"I feel like you don't trust me."
"It's not that."
"Then what?" she shrugged. "I don't know what happened here, but somewhere, we went wrong and honestly, now I'm not sure how much I trust you."
"What do you want from me?"
"I want you to be honest and not lie. And I want you to see how much you could be and go to school and find a wonderful career that you love." he swallowed and shook his head slowly in frustration.
"Don't you see how much someone who takes this job really is? How noble it is?" he sighed. "Forget it Rachel, we're never going to see eye to eye on this."
"So you're going to drop it?" she asked.
"No." he said firmly, looking her in the eyes. "No, I'm doing this. And you're going to have to learn to come to terms with it if you want us to have a future." She looked taken aback. "And I'm sorry that I kept it from you. I definitely did not handle this the right way, but it doesn't change anything."
The locks to the door turned again and both of their heads snapped up from where they stood to see a smiling Brittany and Santana enter the living room. They quickly caught the vibe in the room and turned serious, removing their coats.
"Hey." Santana waved, quietly.
"Hey." Rachel said.
"We're um...going to go inside for the night." she said, tugging on Brittany's hand.
"Yeah, have a good night." Brittany smiled, following Santana towards the room and grabbing her playfully at the waist as they reached the door. With a happy shriek from Santana they watched the door shut.
"I don't know how I feel right now Finn." Rachel said sadly. "I don't agree with what you're doing, the direction you're going and I just...I'm sorry but I've lost a lot of trust I had in you. I think maybe I need some time to process this all." He narrowed his eyes.
"Time?"
"Yes. I want to think about things some more."
"Are you suggesting we...we split up?" he asked, hurt clearly evident in his eyes.
"No. I mean I don't want to break up with you but right now I need to take a step back and think things through." He nodded, swallowing hard.
"I'll stay at Jeff's again tonight."
"Finn, that's not necessary."
"Look, I'm not going to stay on the couch Rachel." he said. "And I'm not going to give you the space you clearly need if I'm here." She looked worried.
"What are you going to do? I mean..."
"Rachel," he said, stepping forward and placing a soft kiss on her lips, "I'm going to go to Jeff's house and play video games and crash. I'll wake up tomorrow, go to work, and do it all over again. When you're ready to talk more, you call me and I'll come back." she looked up at him, fear shining through. "I will come back." he siad once more firmly.
"I love you." she said, a tear escaping her eye.
"I love you too." he said, wiping it away and kissing her once more. "Let's just take some time and figure out what we both want, okay?" he said gently and she nodded, sniffling. "I'm just going to go get a few things."
A few minutes later he emerged with a backpack and Rachel sat on the couch, failing at hiding her tears. He sighed and walked over to cup her chin.
"Don't cry, please? We'll figure this out." he smiled sadly. "You're the one who wanted space."
"I know but it feels a lot different now that you're really walking out the door." she said and he leaned over and placed a kiss on the top of her head.
"Call me." he said, giving her hand a squeeze and walking towards the door, leaving her alone on the couch.
Santana bustled around the kitchen in the morning, putting together a breakfast tray to take into Brittany before she had to leave for work. She smiled at herself as she flipped a pancake and hummed along to the radio.
"Why are you so chipper at 9 AM? " Rachel asked, appearing behind her and opening the fridge to peer inside. "You usually don't even become mildly pleasant till noon on good days." Santana turned to look at her.
"Holy shit Berry, you look like death."
"Thanks." she said, pulling out a carton of orange juice. "You really know how to make a girl feel good."
"Seriously, what happened to you?" she looked behind her. "Where's Lurch?"
"Finn is staying at Jeff's again."
"What?" Santana asked in shock. "Are you serious?" she said, flipping the pancake, before looking back at Rachel to gauge her reaction.
"Yes. We couldn't come to an agreement about the whole situation. We're taking some time to think." Santana's eyes widened.
"Shit." she muttered, moving the pancake to the plate and pouring in more batter. "So...I mean..." she shrugged uncomfortably, "Are you like...okay?" she asked, rolling her eyes.
"No, Santana. I am clearly not okay." Santana sighed and Rachel sat at the table.
"Fine, it was a dumb question." Rachel took a calming breath.
"I'm sorry. I understand this is some attempt to be nice, but honestly, I've been up all night and it's just confusing." Santana frowned.
"There's a lot of extra fruit. I cut a bunch up for breakfast. Do you want some?" she offered and Rachel managed a small smile.
"That would be lovely." Santana smiled, flipping the pancake before dumping some fruit into a bowl and passing it to Rachel. "Thanks."
"Would have offered you some pancakes but you know...eggs and milk and butter and all that." she shrugged.
"This is fine. Are you making Brittany breakfast?" she asked, eying the tray with coffee, juice, fruit, bacon, toast, and a flower. Santana flipped the final pancake on the plate before adding it to the tray as well. She nodded.
"Yeah." she smiled shyly.
"That's sweet." Rachel commented with a sad smile.
"Yeah well...she deserves it." Santana said, smiling fondly to herself. She snapped out of it and turned back to Rachel. "Listen, I've gotta bring this inside because Britts has to go to work soon. But I mean..if you know...you need to like...talk..." Rachel looked at her in disbelief and she sighed in frustration. "Whatever, I just know how it feels to be here and fighting with the person your with. I know you're not really talking to Brittany right now and she's a lot better at this than me, but if you do want to talk...I guess I'm around." Rachel nodded and smiled.
"Thanks."
"Whatever, just don't think this means we're friends or anything like that." Santana said and Rachel just sighed.
"Why must you ruin everything?" Santana just ignored her as she picked up the tray and made her way to her bedroom. She nudged open the door and almost tripped over Sebastian, who immediately appeared at her feet. She scowled as she shut the door.
"Move it." she muttered, walking carefully around him and setting the tray next to the bed. She sat on the edge and leaned down to press a kiss to Brittany's cheek. "Britt." she whispered with a smile, kissing her neck softly as Brittany began to stir.
"Mmm, more sleep."
"No, time to get up." she said, smiling into the kiss that she planted on her lips. Brittany smiled as well, kissing her deeply as she moved her hands up around Santana's neck.
"I made you breakfast." Santana muttered into her lips, trailing her kisses down Brittany's jaw.
"Oh yeah?" she asked, turning and catching sight of the tray on the night stand. "Awww, San, you like really made breakfast!" she said. "Where'd you get the flower?"
"I went to the store to get a few things for breakfast and I saw it." she said, continuing her assault on Brittany's neck.
"Mmm...so sweet." she said. She turned to give Santana her full attention but the sight of Ariel standing on two feet up against the nightstand quickly caused her to snap her head back. "Oh shit!" she said popping up.
"What?" Santana said, jumping up and looking around before seeing Brittany swatting at the cat, who was reaching a small paw towards the bacon. "Ugh." she grunted in frustration. "You guys suck!" she said to the cats and Brittany just giggled, popping a piece of bacon into her mouth. Santana sighed and carried the tray over to place it safely between them on the bed so they could share.
"Thanks baby, this is so good." Brittany said, digging into the pancakes. "You've been so good to me this weekend." she smiled and continued to eat with enthusiasm.
"You're welcome." Santana smiled before biting her lip in thought. "So, Finn isn't here."
"What?" Brittany said looking up at her with concern. Santana relayed her conversation with Rachel from a few minutes ago in explanation.
"Shit." Brittany said with a sigh. "I knew it wasn't going to be easy." she twisted her lip in a small smile. "I'm so glad you offered to talk to Rachel."
"Yeah well, it was super uncomfortable." Santana pouted. "It felt all kinds of wrong and I'm pretty sure she thought I lost my mind. Come to think of it, I must have because I just offered to listen to Rachel Berry talk." she said with disgust. Brittany just grinned.
"Well I'm glad you're trying to help."
"Only cause you asked."
"Whatever. You try and act like you don't care, but you're a big softie."
"Don't be saying things like that." Santana warned and Brittany smirked.
"Your Lima Heights reputation is safe with me, don't worry." she said.
Finn walked into the apartment and saw Santana sitting on her couch, books, notes, and a bottle of water spread out in front of her. His eyes travelled over to the two kittens, who also sat on the table, with two small glasses in front of them. He scrunched his brown in confusion as he watched Sebastian dip his paw cautiously into one only to snap it back once it hit the water.
"Hey." he said, stepping into the room.
"Hey." Santana responded distractedly, not looking up, as she continued to scribble in her notebook.
"Do they...have their own glasses of water?" he asked in confusion. She lifted her eyes to meet his.
"Yeah." she said with a shrug.
"Wait, are you giving them bottled water?" he asked incredulously.
"That's right." she said and dropped the pen sitting back with exasperation and crossing her arms.
"They're cats." he said and she sighed.
"Wow, very good. Glad you finally learned to tell your animals apart." she said, tilting her head. He sighed in frustration.
"Do you have to be so rude all of the time Santana?" she just smirked. "I'm just saying, you're wasting bottled water on the cats." She sighed heavily, because it was clear this wasn't going to be let go without a full explanation.
"Listen Finn, for some reason he-" she pointed to Sebastian who looked at her and purred, "follows me everywhere. I mean he even comes to the bathroom with me." she said, glancing at him once more, "So when I study he just sits here. I was trying to do my work and drink my water but then he started to drink out of my glass because clearly, he has no boundaries. I decided to get a water bottle and then he sat and hit it and cried at it because he can't accept the fact that he can't get anything out of it." Finn's eyes widened slightly as he listened with confusion. "I tried to tell him to drink from his bowl, but he won't. In fact, he would only take what he saw me pour out of the bottle. Then she came over and wanted some too. So, yes, they're drinking bottled water so that I can study in peace." she scowled. "Okay?" Finn swallowed and nodded with a smile.
"Okay!" he said.
"These cats? They're like Brittany's favorite thing in the world. If they're happy, she's happy. So they're going to stay happy, got it?"
"Got it." he repeated with a smirk. "But I think you should admit that you're pretty attached to them too." She frowned at him, narrowing her eyes.
"I never said that I didn't like them. It's you who pretends not to." she furrowed her brow in confusion.
"Wait, what are you doing here anyway? I didn't know you decided to come back."
"I didn't. But it's Tuesday and I guess I didn't think I'd be staying this long so I need to grab a few things. I figured it'd be best to do it while Rachel wasn't here." he said, dropping his bag and moving around to sit on the couch. "She hasn't called. How is she?" Santana shrugged.
"She's pretty miserable, what do you expect?" she said, taking a sip of her water and pulling Ariel onto her lap, petting her.
"Me too." he admitted.
"Why don't you guys just talk to each other about it then?"
"She wanted space, I'm giving it to her. She'll call me when she's ready..." he said, feeling somewhat uncertain. "What's she been up to?" Santana sighed.
"By now you must realize that I don't keep minute to minute tabs on Rachel Berry." he looked unamused so she rolled her eyes. "I don't know. Sunday when Brittany worked I tried to be nice and hang out with her but she wasn't even like herself."
"How so?"
"I offered to listen to her," Santana said with disgust, "but we just sat and watched TV all day. She's been mopey. Last night she was at that theater group thing so we didn't really see her. She's still not talking to Britt."
"She's just so stubborn." he shook his head. "I just wish she'd listen to me." Santana nodded.
"Yeah, well, she's always been pretty set in her ways. I'm sure she'll figure it out eventually, but if I were you I'd be doing a bit more work than you're doing now." He looked confused and she sighed. "Well you were a total pussy for months and his something pretty big too, so you know, if I were you I'd be trying to make it up to her soon. Girls like that."
"She's the one who can't get past my job." Santana shook her head.
"Boys have such one track minds, it's amazing. Let me give you a little lesson gigantor, when you're in a relationship, you never get out of a fight by blaming everything on your girlfriend. You need to accept the blame for some things yourself, and let's be honest, in most cases, it's probably your fault too anyway." he bit his lip, considering her words. "I mean give her space, but I'd be trying to win her back over a little. She feels insecure and maybe if she felt a little better she'd be more willing to see things from your side."
"I guess you're right."
"I'm always right." she said, putting the cat down and picking up her book again. He just rolled his eyes.
"What do you suggest I do?"
"I don't know Finn, figure it out." she said with exasperation. "Listen, this is Berry and she's really stubborn, so give her a couple days to come around on her own, but if she doesn't call her soon maybe you want to like send flowers or something." He smiled and nodded as he stood.
"Thanks." he said and she shrugged. "I'm going to go grab my stuff. See you at band practice later?"
"Duh." she said. "It's my week to bring beers. Don't forget to bring food."
"I got it covered." he smiled.
"Cool, now go and pack so I can get back to studying."
"Right." he said taking off into the bedroom as she shook her head and returned to her books.