Hey guys this ones kind of short because it's part two of the last chapter, promise next one will be longer:)

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PART 2:

Brittany sat glued to her chair as Mr. Shuester wrote Spanish greeting phrases on the board that they had to learn over the end of year break. However, her attention wasn't fixed on reciting the phrases like the rest of the class but rather the thumping in her chest and the sweat perspiring from every inch of her body. Suddenly her cheerio's jacket was making the room too hot and she hastily unzipped it and ripped it off her shoulders to let it fall over the back of her chair. She caught Santana watching her curiously from the corner of her eye.

Are you ok?

Brittany read the note with an aching heart. Was she ok? Well if you call being on the verge of either throwing up or passing out ok, then yes she was just dandy! Santana was now not even pretending to listen to Mr. Shuester as she watched her girlfriend with anxious eyes.

I'm fine

Santana screwed her face up at the response and stared back at the girl who was trying desperately to avoid her gaze.

Britt don't even try that stuff with me ok, i'm worried, what's wrong babe?

Brittany tried to pretend like she didn't see Santana slide the note back over to her side but when Santana nudged it underneath her fingertips she knew she had to read it. Brittany clenched her eyes shut after she read it, this was definitely not going to plan.

Can i just tell you after school?

She looked over to see Santana furiously writing away on the paper.

No i can't wait that long. Something's bothering you and i want to know what it is so i can help. Please just tell me Britt.

Brittany sighed and fought a million battles in her brain about how to do this. She had spent a week thinking up ways to break the news easily to Santana and only yesterday did she finally figure out that there would never be an easy way, each scenario in her head ended with a broken Latina in a puddle of her own tears. She was running out of time to do this, Brittany didn't know how long Santana's heart would hold out for and she needed enough time for Santana to hate her enough to fall out of love with her. Maybe it's now or never, Brittany thought.

I didn't want to do it like this.

Santana scrunched up her face again as she read.

Do what like this? Britt help me understand babe.

Brittany could feel the tears welling up in her eyes, her hand was shaking so much she could barely understand herself what she had just written. Brittany eased the paper across her desk and Santana snatched it before it could reach her own desk. Santana squinted at the writing and read it over more times than necessary because surely she wasn't reading what Brittany had intended to write. She glanced over to Brittany to clarify and the tears spilling down her face were reason enough for her heart to break in two.

I don't think we should be together anymore

'Britt..' Santana whispered, not caring for once about keeping her emotions in check at school. She let the tears cover her cheeks slowly and reached out for a pale shaking hand. Brittany winced at the pain in Santana's voice and couldn't bring herself to look into those questioning brown eyes. 'Please'.

'I'm sorry' Brittany shook her head and stood up so fast that Mr. Shuester and the rest of the class turned their heads quickly to see the commotion.

'Brittany are you ok, where are you going?' Mr. Shue called as Brittany stormed out of the room, her desk screeching across the floor because she didn't bother to go around it, her vision was too cloudy from the tears.

As she expected she heard an extra set of footsteps walking closely beside her. As she looked down at her speeding feet she noticed the other girl's boots were tilted slightly towards her like the girl was staring at her as she walked. She could imagine the look on Santana's face and she didn't want to ever see it. Brittany covered her weeping face with her hands not caring whether she ran into something or not, the pain would be a good distraction. She felt a shaky hand hold onto one of hers and another hand move to the small of her back, guiding her blindly through the school.

When Brittany felt the cool air chill the tears on her cheeks she removed her hands to see that they were standing under the tree that they would often meet at after school. She used the back of her hand to wipe away a few stray tears which were framing her jaw. She looked to see Santana staring aimlessly out at the passing traffic with her arms crossed protectively over her heaving chest and mascara tracing tracks down her tan skin.

'San..' Brittany pleaded although she wasn't quite sure what she wanted to say. Santana turned to face her and the look in her eyes made Brittany feel like someone was strangling her heart.

'W-what the hell Britt?' Santana spurted and lifted her shoulders up and down like she didn't understand the situation.

'San i-'

'Why?' Santana cut in and took a step closer to a shaking Brittany. Brittany wanted so desperately to spill the truth from her lips, she wanted to hold Santana tight and tell her that she was doing this for her, and someday she would thank her...but that wasn't part of the plan. Brittany had been doing some research, knowing that Santana wouldn't just accept any excuse she threw at her, and came up with a perfect argument, or what she hoped would be a perfect argument.

'I'm moving.'

'What?' Santana asked in disbelief. 'Where, when, why?'

'I-I got accepted to attend Bernard's academy of dance in LA, i'll be moving up there as soon as a spot opens up for me. It's a really good opportunity for me to-'

'What? Why am i just hearing about this now? I didn't even know you had applied for this!' Santana threw her hands up in the air and paced back and forth along the pathway in front of Brittany. Brittany could hear a distant rambling of Spanish words mumbled under her breath.

'It's a really good school San, and they don't take very many people, this is a huge-'

'I'll go with you.' Santana stopped pacing and took Brittany's hands in hers. 'I-I'll go with you a-and we can still be together, and i'll find a school that i can go to there, it'll be fine.' She nodded to herself as she tried to plan a life for her and Brittany in her mind, picturing a fairytale of endings.

Brittany sighed and took Santana's quivering face in her hands. 'San no, you can't leave Lima, and Mckinley, and your friends and family behind, i won't let you.'

'But i don't care about any of that stuff Britt, i'll do anything for you.' Santana shook her head in Brittany's hands while fresh tears spilled over her cheeks, Brittany was fighting to keep a hard exterior.

'Then stay here for me.' Brittany murmured in a whisper.

'What?' Santana asked in shock and removed her face from the blondes clasp. 'You don't want me to come with you?'

'I just think it would be best for both of us, i-if we ended this, you know.' Santana started shaking her head again but Brittany persisted before the Latina could speak. 'San you're going to New York at the end of graduation ok, a-and i'll be in LA, i know you've always wanted to go to New York and i won't let you be unhappy with me in LA, i couldn't do that, i couldn't.'

'I'll be happy as long as i'm with you.' Santana choked and Brittany had to squeeze her eyes shut to give herself the strength to keep going. The breakup was definitely not going to plan and Brittany needed to end this soon before she collapsed in Santana's arms. The blood was draining from her face as Brittany kept trying to push away the nagging thought which she knew was the only way to end this. It would kill her, she thought and shook her head. Brittany settled for a different thought, still painful, but not as painful as telling Santana that she didn't love her anymore, i lie she wasn't prepared to speak.

'Santana.' Brittany stated carefully and Santana shuddered at the use of her full name by the blonde. 'I...I don't want to be with you anymore, and i want to end this.'

'Britt..' Santana looked as though all her bones were turning to mush and in any second she would crumble in a heap on the pavement. 'Please don't do this.' She whispered.

'W-when i do leave...' Brittany held her breath choosing to ignore the weeping plea, she couldn't believe she was doing this and the only thing keeping her going was the thought of Santana growing old, with all her dreams fulfilled. 'I would appreciate it if you didn't try to contact me.'

Santana stared at Brittany like she had just been shot. Why was Brittany doing this? Brittany the love of her life Brittany? She had never wanted to hurt her before, NEVER, so why was she doing this now? Santana had come out for her! She had dealt with her parents wrath and the whole fucking schools judging eyes for her! and now this? How could she?

Santana and Brittany both flinched as they heard the last bell of the school year sound. Soon students would be racing to catch the bus home or to get in their parents shitty car before their friends saw them. Santana looked back at Brittany through gritted teeth.

'You know what Brittany, fuck you!' Brittany's face turned stone cold at the words spilling from her former girlfriend's mouth. She had heard them many times before but she had never thought in a million years that they would one day be aimed at her. 'You wanna break up? Fine by me!' Santana started storming back past Brittany to the direction of her car and turned after a few metres. 'Oh and by the way' Brittany turned to see Santana with her signature bitch smirk on her face and her hand pointed towards the dark clouds. 'Looks like it's about to rain, too bad you don't have a ride home.' She shrugged and turned on her heels towards her car just as a stream of students came racing from the exits.

As if on cue, as soon as Brittany started the lonely journey home, small droplets tapped on her shoulders until eventually they turned into a constant stream banging into every part of her body. She didn't run to escape it though, no she could barely feel it infact, because the deep pain in her heart was making it impossible to focus on anything else. Did she just purposely break up with the only person she will ever love?

Brittany sighed and shook her head. Yes she did..and she did it for love.

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ToKurt: Hey Kurt, remember when San sung that song to me in glee and you filmed it? Well do you still have it?

Brittany rested her phone on the window ledge of the moving train as she anxiously awaited the reply. She tried to focus on the glimmering sun shining through her window to calm her and not let her mind drift to the fact that she was all alone on a train to New York, and to make matters worse, no one knew where she was. She had told her parents she was going to hang out with Rachel at her house, when her parents questioned why she was leaving at five o'clock in the morning she said 'because Rachel needs help with her morning vocal training'. Brittany of course saw straight through her lie because when would Rachel ever ask for help with something to do with her voice, but thankfully Brittany's parents just accepted this information with a nod. Brittany stopped tapping her fingertips impatiently on the glass when she saw her phone light up.

FromKurt: Missing her already?:( Yes i do still have it but if you wanted to see her you could always just go over and talk to her...

Brittany let out a frustrated huff. She knew it was coming, it had been two days since she broke up with Santana and the flood of messages from all her friends saying 'ARE YOU CRAZY?' and 'WHAT THE HELL?' was starting to get on her nerves. She hated being reminded of how sad Santana is but she just had to keep telling herself that although she is sad now she will be happy later.

ToKurt: Could you just send it to me please?

FromKurt: Argh, i don't know what's going on with you Britt, but i don't like it. Here.

A second later Brittany received the video of Santana singing 'Arms' to her all those months ago. She purposely didn't watch it, she didn't want to cry in front of all these people on the train, they would think she was a weirdo, she had the performance permanently engraved in her memory anyway. Whenever she felt down she would replay it slowly in her mind, basking in the vulnerability Santana was showing just for her, in front of everyone, the way her eyes – Brittany shook her head back to the present, Santana was always stealing her thoughts like that. So instead she trusted Kurt had sent her the right video, and relaxed into her seat as her plan started coming together.

She was woken half an hour later by an insistent buzzing. Had she fallen asleep? Brittany searched around for her phone and found it wedged underneath her side. She picked it up and eyed the other occupants on the train to see if they had caught her sleeping. They all seemed to be entranced in their own business and not paying attention to the small town girl.

She was surprised to see it was an unknown number and wondered if she should answer or not. However, curiosity got the better of her and she answered with a curious:

'Hello?'

'Would you like to tell me why my daughter has locked herself in her room for the last two days?'

Brittany gulped at the sound of his stern voice and sat up straighter in her seat as though she could feel him watching her.

'Uhh..Dr. Lopez, uh.' Brittany stuttered, she definitely hadn't been expecting that.

'Well?'

'S-she hasn't told you anything?' Brittany asked in a small voice, and cursed herself for stumbling so quickly.

'All i know is she came home from school the other day crying her eyes out and i haven't seen her since, Maria's been sending food up to her but she won't talk to either of us. Now i know there's only one thing that could get my daughter so emotional and it isn't the fact that school is over, so spill Miss Pierce.'

Brittany resisted the urge to hang up the phone and hide under her seat.

'I-I uh broke up with her. I had to Sir.'

The reply was softer than she expected.

'Look Brittany, i know i didn't exactly warm to the idea of you being with my daughter...But i have never seen her happier than she is when she's with you, it's like she's a whole other person, i guess i just don't understand why you've done this.'

'I had to.' Brittany repeated.

'Why?' It wasn't a firm or intimidating reply, but rather resigned and thoughtful. Brittany sighed and regained some of her confidence.

'If she hates me then it won't hurt so much when i'm gone.' She breathed.

There was silence and it was making Brittany very uncomfortable.

'Dr. Lopez?'

There was more silence before he finally spoke.

'You know Brittany, my daughter has always told me how smart you are, to be honest i never really saw where she was coming from, but...I see now.' Brittany could feel the situation growing awkward and she wanted nothing more than to end it and pretend it never happened. She took this as Lopez accepting her reason and approving of her motives.

'Was there anything else Sir?'

Lopez laughed at the girl on the other end and let a sad smile grace his features.

'You remind me of my daughter sometimes you know, same drive but slightly more pleasant in the way you get what you want.' Brittany tried not to smile at the comparison. 'No that will be all Brittany, uh, enjoy your break.'

'Goodbye Sir.' Brittany hung up faster than she thought her fingers could move. She let out a big gust of air from her mouth and slumped back into her seat. 'Focus, focus...New York, just focus.' She whispered to herself and caught a glimpse of the kid in the row next to her watching with curious eyes.

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Santana was unpacking the bag of school supplies her and her mom had just bought on her bed when she got the text from Quinn. She shuffled on the bed to reach her phone.

FromFabitch: Have you heard?

Santana scrunched up her face. Heard what? Who the hell asks 'have you heard?' without identifying what the fuck they are going on about?

ToFabitch: Heard what Fabray? Are you preggo again, didn't you just pop Beth out like a few weeks ago?

Santana split open the pocket of pens as she waited, not paying too much attention to her overdramatic friend.

FromFabitch: No. About Brittany's Grandmother? She um, she passed away last night.

Santana's stomach dropped as she read the message. Nancy Peirce was dead? Santana had met Grandma Peirce about four times. Brittany would take her over there sometimes after school if they were really hungry and Brittany's parents weren't home yet. Santana hadn't seen her for about two years, she was always pleasant to her. Nice lady, Santana thought, although Santana had never met a Pierce who was anything but welcoming and pleasant.

Inevitably Santana's thoughts quickly shifted from the grey haired woman to a young blonde haired girl who would no doubt be in distress from this information. Santana pictured the blondes excited leaps whenever they were heading to her Grandmothers house, dragging the Latina with her, and her heart sank further.

ToFabitch: How is she?

Santana knew she wouldn't have to explain to Quinn who she was referring to, all break they had both been tiptoeing around the subject of Brittany and Santana was greatfull her friend refrained from bringing the blonde up.

FromFabitch: She said she's fine but she won't answer any of my calls, she only replies to my texts, so i don't know.

Santana winced. She's not fine. Santana knew the reason Brittany didn't want to answer her phone, she didn't want Quinn to hear the quiver in her voice. Shit.

Santana discarded the pile of school books and pens and pencils she had stationed around her bed and began pacing through her room. Shit. Shit. Shit. What was she supposed to do? She had always been the one to comfort Brittany through anything in her life, and she loved that the blonde would always come to her first without fail...But now she couldn't. All Santana wanted to do was to hold her and stroke her beautiful blonde hair, but she had to keep reminding herself that the blonde broke up with her, Brittany didn't want her there anymore. She had spent the whole god damn break trying to get over her and get her out of her head, she can't cave now, not after all the pain she has already gone through.

'Pfft not my problem then.' Santana huffed to herself and sat back in her position on her bed. She resumed sorting through her school supplies but found herself glancing at her phone every few seconds, expecting it to light up with Brittany's name. She said she's fine but she won't answer any of my calls...

'God damn it.' Santana grabbed her phone roughly and quickly dialled the number she had known off by heart since she was eight years old. She slapped the palm of her hand to her forehead at how much she hated herself write now, why was it so important she still know Brittany was ok? She dumped her for Christ sake and –

'Hello?'

Santana took in a deep breath. Why was she doing this again?

'Sharon Hi, it's –'

'Santana dear, it's so good to hear from you.' Santana winced and hoped Brittany hadn't heard her mother say her name. 'Did you want to speak to Brittany? She's just upstairs i'll - '

'No, no.' She cut in quickly before Sharon passed the phone on to her daughter. 'Actually I ah, i wanted to talk to you..'

'Oh well even better, i hardly ever get one-on-one time with you before Brittany swoops you away, you know sometimes i think shes embarrassed by my jokes.' Sharon said playfully and Santana found herself smiling. She absolutely loved Brittany's mom.

'I like your jokes Sharon.' She giggled.

'Well, see i knew someone would.'

Santana smiled to herself again before gathering her composure for what she actually had rung for.

'Um so, how, h-how are you?' She asked in a hushed voice.

'Well i'm getting by dear, you know after all the hell that woman put me through when i started dating her son is it weird that i actually really miss her?'

'Not at all, she was a nice lady.' Santana replied thoughtfully.

'Hmm Yes well as much as i would like to think you only called to check up on me dear i have a feeling there was another reason you called?' Santana could sense her smiling on the other end of the line and she rolled her eyes at how well Mrs. Peirce knew her.

'Is uh, you know –'

'She took it pretty hard as you could imagine. Brittany always had an extra soft spot for her Grandmother, but i don't need to tell you that.'

Santana nodded until she realised the woman couldn't see her.

'Y-Yeah.' She got out through a strangled throat.

'She will be ok sweetheart. I know it's kind of hard for you two at the moment. Brittany told me what happened and i can tell you i was as surprised as you probably were, but i know you both still care deeply for each other. Britt was moping around the house long before Nancy passed...But i probably was not supposed to tell you that...Oh hell you're my daughter too i can't always take sides.' Santana let out a light chuckle hiding the tears sliding down her cheeks. 'For what it's worth, i think you kids will work it out, whatever that is.'

Santana sighed. 'Yeah...Maybe.'

There was a few mumbles on the other end until Santana heard 'Hey mom, is lunch nearly ready'. Santana froze on her bed. The voice sounded nothing like the usual chirpy radiant voice that graced her every day. Instead it was flat and void of any emotion. Santana felt another tear coat her cheek, god she just wanted to hug her.

'Yes ok Max i'm sure i can cover that shift for you, now my daughters bugging me for food so i best be off you know how teenagers can be.' Santana smiled into the phone at Sharons rant. 'Take care ok?' Santana felt that particular sentence was meant for her ears to here.

'Thankyou.' She said quietly before ending the call.

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'Oh wow he has no game.' Santana said disapprovingly as she stared at the gigantic lips of the blonde haired boy standing before her. Finn quickly got up to greet the new kid 'Sam' and offered him a seat. 'This kid is so not going to help us get to Nationals this year.' Santana whispered in Quinn's direction but the blonde didn't seem to hear her as she trained her eyes on the new boy a few seats in front of her. Santana just rolled her eyes and in doing so locked eyes with another blonde. This one made her heart leap. Brittany looked away instantly after being caught and tried to focus back on Mr. Shue.

They had been doing that alot lately, catching each other looking and then quickly diverting their eyes. The first day back Santana had awkwardly walked to her locker at the same time as Brittany, they didn't speak until they reached their lockers and they both made fast work of putting in their unique combinations. The tension was heavy in the air and as soon as Santana caught Brittany watching her they both quickly let out a 'how are you?' at the same time followed by a nervous giggle. To make matters worse they replied with 'good' in unison too. Santana desperately wanted to ask the blonde how she was coping with the loss of her grandmother but she didn't want to open herself up to the girl like that again, she did that once and she got hurt, so she decided to just build those walls up even stronger than before. Brittany gave a sad smile and Santana could see she was about to fall into the trap of Brittany's smile again so before the girl could speak she slammed her locker shut and stormed off to class, they haven't really said another word since.

Santana looked away from the blonde a few seats to her right and focused back to like the rest of the class. This is going to be a long year, she thought, well...maybe not so long for me...

Cue trouty mouth and later Blaine.

Ps I'm sorrrrryyyy! don't hate me too much:/