It was days later when I made the decision to change things.

I'd spent almost a week moping around my house, refusing to go to school, throwing tantrums, and generally frightening my little sister and my mom. I cried myself to sleep like I was ten years old.

But finally, I realised. I was being completely, utterly pathetic.

I couldn't let this get to me any more. I knew in my heart it wasn't over between me and Santana - and I knew that eventually, things were going to be alright, even if it took days, months or years.

Even if I never kissed her ever again, I knew our friendship could get past this, even if our relationship couldn't. Our friendship could get past anything it needed to. It always did. I had enough faith to believe in that.

Feeling optimistic, I began to return to school. It wasn't easy, the first time I saw her in the halls, or in glee club. But life was moving on and I forced myself to move on with it.

But there was some hope - I'd often catch her watching me out of the corner of my eye, a longing look in her sad eyes. I didn't look back. If she was happier without me, then that was the way things would go, until she changed her mind. I had decided it was all up to her.

I found comfort in Kurt as the weeks passed - he pulled me through all the pain and sadness I was dealing with, and I spent most of my days at his house with Blaine, who had worked his way back into Kurt's life with ease.

'Brittany, pass the chips.'

It was over a month after Jamie's appearance at Glee club, and Nationals were looming ever nearer. I was, once again, sitting on Kurt's couch with Blaine eating chips and watching fashion TV shows.

'So, how are things with Santana?,' Kurt asked tentatively.

I wasn't shocked by the question - he asked me this now and again to check how I was coping, and I was okay with it.

'Same as always,' I said. 'I ignore her, she ignores me. I know she'll come around. But she needs space, and I'm willing to give that to her.'

'She'll come round, all right,' Blaine said, adjusting his bow tie. 'Trust me, Brittany. The love you share... Well, you can tell it's going to last.'

He smiled at Kurt, who cuddled closer to him on the couch.

'I know that,' I said, smiling bravely. 'But sometimes people need a break from the one they love. And I know I deserve it.'

'Brittany, you didn't even do much wrong,' Kurt said.

'Yeah, but... Santana's weird about the trust thing. It takes an age to earn her trust, and if you break it she feels like you've been lying to her for years, hurting her for years, even if you never meant to hurt anyone. It's her greatest weakness.'

'No,' Kurt disagreed, 'You're her greatest weakness, Brittany. But you're also her strongest playing card. She can't make up her mind about you, that's all.'

I smiled. 'I guess you're right.'

The doorbell rang, and Kurt sprang up to go and get it.

'Coming mom,' he yelled, jogging to the door.

I heard the door open, I heard a gasp, frantic whispering, what sounded like an argument, and then the slamming of the door.

'Whats going on...?,' Blaine asked me, confused. I shrugged, watching for Kurt.

He soon re-entered the room, looking upset.

'Brittany...'

I stared at him. 'Uh, what?'

He sighed. 'Guess who was at the door.'

My eyes widened, and fell to the piece of paper in his hand. He held it out to me, eyes closed.

'Here. Read it.'

I grabbed it, opened it up, and read the three words that meant everything.

Auditorium. 8pm. Please.

I looked up, smiling. Kurt watched me, waiting for my verdict.

'She's ready.'

There was only a few options to what Santana could want from me at this point, but I had a pretty good idea mapped out in my mind. Auditorium meant singing. And usually in the Glee club, singing meant forgiveness.

If she could forgive me, I could forgive her.

With high hopes, I left my house at seven after dolling myself up a little, and headed for the auditorium.

I was there early, so I walked in and looked around, looking for Santana, or someone. But there was no one - it appeared to be completely deserted.

I sat down in the front row and waited, still looking around tentatively.

'S..Santana?,' I called out nervously. No answer.

Just as I decided that this was a bad idea after all, and was about to get up to leave and go home, a light on the stage flicked on, and I froze.

'Is anyone there?'

Still silence.

Then the sound of footsteps.

And suddenly, Rachel, Quinn, Mercedes, and Tina came onto the stage.

I watched them, confused. 'Uhhh... What are you all doing here? Where's Santana.'

Rachel smiled and walked towards the microphone.

'Hi, Brittany,' she began. I stayed silent, confused. 'We... invited you here today, because we've made an exciting discovery. You see, after school today were the auditions for the Nationals solo, as you very well know.'

I nodded, still looking lost.

'We've chosen one,' she said, smiling excitedly, glancing at the others, who all grinned. 'And no, it's not me. And I'm so, so glad. The reason we chose it is because of the emotions portrayed through the song.'

'Who got it?,' I asked.

Rachel smiled widely. 'You'll be the first to hear it sung professionally, Brittany. And it means so much to us, to be able to help you. So, I now have the great pleasure in welcoming our new soloist, Santana, to the stage.'

They all smiled at each other with excitement, and walked off the stage to sit at the back row, leaving me at the front on my own.

Shocked, I waited as the lights grew more dramatic, and Santana walked slowly out onto the stage.

And all the air left my lungs as I looked upon her, waiting for her to begin.

Author's Note: I know this is quite short, but I wanted to update quickly. Hope you enjoyed, sorry to leave it on such a cliffhanger!