Hey guys… So, I've decided to add another chapter (sequel) to this story and see how it will go. I do hope this time I get more positive reviews. It's just cruel to leave it like that. I know. So… I hope you like this.
"It's been what? A year now?" Brittany turned around to the sound of a familiar voice.
"Quinn!" she was so surprised to see the girl. She hugged Quinn briefly. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm here for Thanksgiving, silly."
"It's still a few days away." Brittany sits in the stool in front of her.
They are in a small pub in Lima.
"I know. I know. I just wanted to stay a little longer. I brought our kids. They are enjoying their stay. My mom knows how to spoil them."
"Aw… jealous?" Brittany teased her. She knows that Quinn's childhood is not as exciting as hers because her parents are too busy. They barely even notice Quinn.
"No. Of course not. In fact I'm glad that my mom is giving them so much attention that they barely notice I left the house." The blond with the shorter hair explained.
"I still haven't met Bradley. But I'm looking forward to it. How's LuLu?"
"She hates me when I call her that. I wonder what you have but she likes it more when it comes from you." Quinn rolled her eyes at Brittany. "But she's great."
"Well, kids are more comfortable with me." Brittany winked at her. "Besides I don't want to call her Lucy or Barbra. It's like addressing you and Rach."
"Whatever! She loves your presents by the way especially the one you sent on her birthday. Bradley is dying to meet you too. He considers you as his fairy godmother. Can you believe that?"
"Ha! I told ya. Your kids love me."
"Yes, they do. Did I tell you that Brad started going to pre-school?"
"What? You didn't!" Brittany was shocked with the news.
"Oh, sorry. It slipped out of my mind I guess. He just started this year so no biggie." Quinn shrugged.
"Are you kidding? I could've sent him some things related to school." Brittany slumped on the stool looking so disappointed.
"Oh, and that's never gonna happen! Our home is already stuffed with a lot of things. You know how Rachel likes to shop. Whenever she arrives from New York her suitcases are all filled with stuffs for the kids. I don't even know where to put the other things." Quinn explained.
"Where is Rachel by the way? Let me guess, she's not with you again?"
"She's here in Lima. She went to visit her dads tonight. They'll be having a small dinner. Just the three of them. Tomorrow we'll bring the kids there."
"Oh, that's shocking. The queen of busyness finally had some time off."
"Hey! Don't call her that!" Quinn playfully glared at her. "So, you never went back to New York after…" Quinn didn't finish her statement hoping Brittany would open up to her. Luckily Brittany did.
"Yep. I opened up another Dance Studio just outside Lima. It's not as big as the ones I have in other places but it's doing well."
"Oh, that's good. Lulu is looking forward to your promise."
"Bring her to my studio anytime and I'll teach her personally." Brittany offered gleefully.
"I haven't seen that spark in you in a long while." Quinn smiled.
"I've been happy, Quinn. I still miss her though."
"Do you know where she is?" Quinn asked.
"No. Not anymore. Do you?" Brittany took a long sip of the beer in front of her.
She nodded to the bartender to serve them another drinks.
"Nope." Quinn shook her head.
The bartender gave them their drinks and winked at Quinn.
"I hired a private investigator to follow her in London. But he never found her there. Maribel doesn't even know where Santana is. She's been calling her but the number she's using is blocked."
"What? She's not in London?"
"I don't think so." Brittany shook her head.
"Do you think she'll be home for thanksgiving?" Quinn asked.
"I don't know." Brittany sighed.
"But, if she'll come back here… are you ready to see her again?"
"Of course. I'm happy if she's happy."
"Do you think she married the guy?" Quinn looked at Brittany.
"Who knows?" Brittany took a sip from the bottle. "Maybe. Maybe not. I don't know her anymore."
Quinn took a long pause before answering.
"Yeah. Me too."
…
2 Days before Thanksgiving
11:30am
"Mama, I'm home!" Brittany announced as she enters the Lopez's house.
"Doll, I'm in the kitchen." Maribel shouted.
"Okay. I brought you something." Brittany said while going to the kitchen.
"What is it?" Maribel asked. She has her back to Brittany. She is in front of the stove for the last ten minutes.
"These…" Brittany went beside her and gave her the flowers she was holding. "Happy Birthday, mama." Brittany kissed Maribel's cheek.
"Oh, you remembered!" Maribel faced her and hugged the tall girl.
"Of course! How could I forget?"
Brittany walked around the counter and sat on a stool watching Maribel.
"What are you cooking, ma?" she asked while leaning over the counter. She rested her arms on top.
"Guess?" she challenged Brittany.
"Hm, I don't know. I'm not good at cooking, you know that." Brittany shrugged.
"How old are you?"
"Twenty-five. Did you forget?" Brittany furrowed her brows.
"No." Maribel shook her head. "No. I did not. I just can't figure out why you still don't know how to cook. You are here almost every day and see me cook."
"Oh. I told you, I'm not good at cooking. I just find recipes confusing." She shrugged again.
"You're lucky I'm here to cook for you."
"Yeah, my mom would always cook the same recipes over and over. I'm tired of the same old dishes."
"Oh dear. Is that why you're here every day?" Maribel laughed.
"Mama, I'm here because I don't want you to be alone. It's dangerous out there. Besides, I'm not needed at home. My sister is keeping them entertained." Brittany smiled.
"I know. I know. I'm glad you're here. This is your home too."
"Yep. I like it here too. It's quiet and so comfy. And you keep my tummy filled."
The two women laughed. Maribel asked Brittany to set the table. Maribel cooked Mexican casserole.
"Mm, this is so good! This is the first time you cooked this for me." Brittany beamed while eating.
"Eat slowly, doll!" Maribel shook her head.
"Sorry, ma." She smiled. "So, did she call you?"
Maribel shook her head. "She never missed my birthday. Maybe she'll call later. It's still early."
"Oh, yeah. Yeah." Brittany swallowed. "Do you have plans tonight? Do you want to celebrate your 48th birthday?" she wiggled her brows.
"Well, some of my friends planned a small get-together at the mall this afternoon. I'm not sure what time I'll be home."
"Oh. I thought I can spend time with you today. Well, can I at least take you out to dinner?" Brittany sounded disappointed.
"Okay."
"I'll pick you up at seven?" Brittany said lovingly.
"Sure." Maribel laughed. "It's like you're asking me on a date. I haven't been out for a while."
"It's a date. Our date - mama and doll date! But you can still invite your friends if you want. It'll be fine." She offered.
"No, it's okay. I'll want to spend some alone time with my daughter."
Brittany's heart swelled with Maribel's comment.
"Thanks mama." Brittany squeezed Maribel's hand over the table.
After lunch they both cleaned up and do the dishes. After a few minutes the doorbell rang.
"Expecting someone, ma?" Brittany asked curiously.
"No." Maribel looked as curious as Brittany. "Would you mind checking the door for me, doll?"
"Oh, not at all. I'll be back." Brittany dried her hands immediately and went to the door as the bell rang again.
"Wait up!" Brittany shouted.
She opened the door and was dumbfounded with who she saw.
"Happy-" Santana stopped when she realized that it wasn't her mom who opened the door for her.
"S-Santana?" Brittany can't believe who's standing in front of her.
"Brittany? What are you doing here? Where's mami?" Santana asked.
"She's-"
"Doll, who is it?" Maribel shouted from the kitchen.
"Mama is in the kitchen. You might want to go there." Brittany opened the door widely and gave way to Santana. She noticed the suitcase in front of her.
"Let me help you with that." Brittany lifted the suitcase of Santana. "I'll put this in your room."
"Oh, I can handle that. But, thanks!" Santana said shyly.
"It's okay. Go and greet her." Brittany smiled at her.
"Okay." Santana stared at her a little longer before she walked to the kitchen.
Brittany followed the Latina's body until she disappeared to the kitchen. She finally decided to put Santana's things in her room.
Santana's excitement doubled when she saw her mom finally.
"Doll, who was it?" Maribel asked nonchalantly.
"It's just me." Santana said.
Maribel dropped the spoon she was holding. She slowly turned towards her daughter with eyes wide open.
"Surprise." Santana said and opened her arms for her mother.
"Santanita!" Her mother squealed and ran towards Santana. She embraced her daughter tightly. Tears came running down her face.
"Happy birthday, mami." Santana whispered.
"I missed you, mija! Where have you been?" Maribel pulled back to pepper kisses to her daughter. "Never leave like that again!" She scolded and embraced her daughter again.
Brittany took several pictures of them from behind. She slowly walked towards the exit of the house when Maribel saw her.
"Doll!" She called. "Santanita's here! Where are you going?"
"Oh, I just thought you'd like some privacy." Brittany said timidly.
"Nonsense. Come here." Maribel waved for her.
Brittany walked slowly towards them.
"Hi." She greeted Santana.
Santana nodded towards her. "Hi."
"Oh, this is a really happy birthday for me!" Maribel exclaimed and hugged both of the girls.
They chatted for a while in the kitchen. Maribel made them sweet tea. Her friends picked her up after an hour. Brittany and Santana were left at home.
"You might want to rest." Brittany said as she stands up.
"Hm, I'm fine."
"Oh, okay. I guess I'll uh… go home." Brittany said.
"I won't mind some company. Besides, my mom practically chose her friends over me." Santana shook her head and chuckled.
"Oh c'mon. It's her birthday." Brittany chuckled.
"Yeah, yeah." Santana mocked her.
"Hm, I'll stay only if we move in the living room. This stool is killing my back." Brittany motioned at the stool.
"Fine. Let's go." Santana went out first and Brittany followed.
...
"So... How are you?" Brittany asked while eyeing the Latina beside her on the couch.
They decided to open the tv to lighten up the mood.
"I'm good. How about you? And what are you doing here in Lima?"
"I'm fine. I live here now."
"Oh. You never came back to New York?" Santana asked a little surprised.
Brittany shook her head. "I only came back there to sign some papers. I opened up a new studio just outside Lima."
"I see..."
"How's London?" Brittany asked.
Santana took a long time before answering.
"It's fine I guess..."
"You guess? Why? What happened?" Brittany looked at her.
"Hm, well... I'm not living there anymore."
Oh, that's why the PI didn't find you there. Brittany thought.
"Oh. Right." Brittany nodded. "You probably settled down in a better place. So, are you a 'mrs' now? Last time I heard from you, you decided to ran off and marry some guy." she tried to act nonchalantly.
"I, uh... Tyler and I didn't work out."
Whoa! Am I hearing this right? They didn't work out? What does she mean? Did they broke up? Did they get married then have a divorce? Why so fast? Such a bastard Tyler!
Brittany decided to keep her mouth shut for now. She can see Santana's hesitation.
"Oh." Brittany settled with that.
"Yeah..." Santana let out a sigh then chuckled. Brittany placed her hand on Santana's and gave it a light squeeze.
The door bell rang.
"Hm, expecting someone?" Santana asked Brittany.
The blonde girl shook her head.
"I'll get it." Brittany offered.
"No. I'll go. You've done enough." Santana stood up and smiled to her.
"Okay..." Brittany shrugged.
Santana walked towards the door and opened it. It was Quinn who has her mouth hanging open at the sight of Santana.
"Hey Quinn." Santana took the girl into a warm embrace.
When they parted Quinn slapped her right on the left cheek.
"What the-" Santana stumbled back a little.
Brittany saw what happened and rushed towards them.
"That's for leaving us, you bitch!" Quinn has some tears streaming down on her face. She took a step forward and kiss Santana's right cheek then enveloped her into another tight hug. "I missed you, San." Quinn whispered.
"I totally deserved that, Q." Santana sighed and melted into the embrace. "I missed you too." Santana said looking forward to Brittany.
Brittany snapped a picture of them.
"Well, would you look at that." Brittany smirked at the both of them.
"What's with you and taking pictures?" Santana asked as they went back to the living room. "I saw you back in the kitchen holding that fancy phone of yours."
"Nothing. I just like to take pictures, no biggie."
"Hm, really?" Brittany just nodded her head.
"What are you doing here, Q?" Brittany asked.
"I thought you'd never ask. Where's the birthday girl?"
"She's out with her friends." Santana answered with a frown.
"Oh, what time will she go back?"
"No idea." Both of them answered.
"I see..." Quinn said looking back and forth between the two of them. "Did I interrupt? I mean, I would-"
"No." Both of them said again.
"Okay... Both of you are freaking me out." Quinn chuckled.
"Sorry." Santana said.
"When did you get back, San?"
"Just after lunch." Santana answered.
"Oh, are you celebrating thanksgiving or just came here for Maribel's birthday?"
"I uh, I still don't know."
"You should probably stay until thanksgiving. I mean, it'll be more fun. The more, the merrier." Brittany rambled.
"Yeah. You should stay a bit. Did you came alone or you brought your hubby?"
"She came alone, Q." Brittany answered for Santana.
It is pretty obvious that Brittany is glad that Santana's home... alone. But she has a lot of questions going on in her mind. Quinn on the other hand is firing out all the questions she has.
"So, where is he? You didn't really introduce us to him personally. And that's really rude considering that we are your best friends." Quinn exaggeratedly whined.
"Umm, I'm really sorry about that." Santana said.
"So, hey. Um, I'm taking mama out for dinner. Why don't you come with us later so you can greet her?" Brittany offered sensing that Santana is having a hard time answering Quinn.
"Oh, what time? I still need to tell Rach though. She's alone with the kids. My mom went somewhere."
"Tonight at seven. We're going to breadstix. She misses that place."
"Oooh, haven't been there in a while. Okay. I'll call you. We still have a few hours. I'll go ahead to tell Rach. I'm still not sure if she'll let me go tonight." Quinn said sadly.
Santana made a whipped sound and that didn't go unnoticed by Quinn. Quinn glared at Santana while Santana play it cool.
"What?" She said innocently.
"I am not whipped! Rachel is just having a hard time alone with the kids. They came running all around the house when they get super active. I just want to help my girl friend!" Quinn said sternly. "Besides, if you and Brittany got married, I know that you'll get super whipped too." Quinn smirked at her.
Brittany shook her head.
"Okay... Rachel might be needing you now, Q. We'll see you later, okay? Call me." Brittany said a little awkwardly.
Brittany walked Quinn out of the house and hugged her.
"Sorry about that." Brittany said as she made her way back to Santana.
"It's alright, she's Quinn." Santana smiled reassuringly.
"Yeah..."
"So, breadstix huh? Am I invited?" Santana joked.
"Oh, of course. It's my treat. It's my gift to mama." Brittany smiled.
"Hm, okay. I'm going to take a nap for a while before we head out. Are you gonna stay here?"
"Oh, yeah. But I'll leave in an hour to get ready." Brittany nodded.
"Okay. I'll be up in my room." Santana walked towards the stairs. "Oh and Britt,"
"Yeah?" Brittany faced her.
"Thanks for being here when I'm not."
"She's my family too, Santana. You know that. This is my home too so no need to thank me." Brittany looked deep into Santana's eyes.
"I'm glad your here." There's sincerity in Santana's voice. With that she finally made her way up to her room.
"No, I'm glad you are here." Brittany whispered.
...
"Thanks for bringing me here, doll." Maribel thanked Brittany for the nth time in the evening.
The four of them were seated in a booth at breadstix. Santana is seated beside Quinn and opposite her mom. Brittany is seated beside Maribel.
"Ma, you're always welcome. This is the only gift I have for you." Brittany smiled lovingly at her second mother.
The four of them settled their orders. Brittany secretly ordered a small special cake for Maribel. She instructed the waiter to bring it for dessert.
"Happy birthday again, ma'Bel (Short for mama Maribel). You never aged a bit." Quinn smiled at Maribel.
"Oh, Quinnie... Thank you. You want to know my secret?" Maribel leaned forward as if she's about to reveal a very important information.
Quinn nodded. The four of them leaned closer to the table.
"Love." Maribel said and the three younger girls looked confused. "Love keeps me young. I surround myself with people who love me." Maribel winked at the three girls and laughed at them.
"Well, well... Are you seeing someone?" Santana asked eyeing her mom.
"What!" Maribel choked the water she was drinking. "Of course not. I'm already contented with my life. I have three wonderful daughters-"
"One biological." Santana cut her off.
"Yes, you as the biological. But you know that I consider all of you my daughters. I watch you all grow up. Hell, I practically raised you." Maribel beamed proudly at them.
"And you made a good job ma'Bel. Aside from this one over here." Quinn pointed to Santana.
"Hey! Watch it." Santana glared at her.
Brittany just watched the interaction in front of her. It was like reminiscing what happened before, just like the old times.
They ate having a very merry conversation. Quinn mostly talking about the kids and how Maribel would love to meet them at thanksgiving. They planned to celebrate it all together. They'll be having the thanksgiving at Lopez's backyard since it's wide and it will occupy the four family's (Lopez's, Pierce's, Fabray's and Berry's). They invited the few glee members and some of them confirmed it already. It will be a blast.
"I hope you could join us for thanksgiving, honey." Maribel took Santana's hand.
"Don't worry, mami. I will be here. Promise." Santana squeezed her mother's hand. "I have a lot to be thankful for."
A moment later the waiters bring out the cake while singing a birthday song to Maribel. She has tears in her eyes as she wished and blew the candle. The other people in the restaurant cheered for her too.
They exited the restaurant after an hour. Quinn gave their presents to Maribel before leaving.
"It's from me and Rachel. She's sorry that she didn't come." Quinn said apologetically.
"Oh, I understand. You have kids. What's this?" She slowly opened the small box and saw gift certificates inside.
"We want you to spend some time at the mall." Quinn smiled.
"Oooh, this is so great. Thank you so much, darling." Maribel kissed Quinn on the cheek. "Be careful. Drive safely okay? I'll see you and the kids at thanksgiving."
"Of course ma'Bel. Happy birthday." With that Quinn left.
Santana stood awkwardly outside.
"I'm sorry I don't have a car." She said.
"It's okay silly! Brittany is driving us home." Maribel linked her arms around Santana's. "Are you staying for tonight, doll?"
"Oh, no. I, uh. My mom's expecting me. I told her I'll be home tonight." Brittany rambled.
"Oh, okay." Maribel said.
Maribel climbed the at the back seat. Santana sat beside the driver's seat. They have a quiet drive back home.
...
Santana and Maribel went back to their rooms after saying their good nights to each other. Maribel is happy that her baby is finally home. She's enjoying every second even just by looking at her daughter. She missed her so much. Sure, she has a lot of questions in her mind but she's still waiting for Santana to open up. There's something behind Santana's hugs and kisses that wants her to comfort her daughter. One thing is for sure though. She did not get married. The ring on her finger is gone.
Maribel couldn't sleep. It's a little after one. She tossed and turned in her bed. She decided to go down and drink some milk. She passed Santana's room and hear some light noise. She's walking back and forth her room. Maribel knocked and opened Santana's bedroom door to check on her daughter.
She saw pile of clothes scattered around her floor and bed. There were also some of her shoes slightly unpacked. The suitcases of Santana are widely opened up as well. Clothes bursting out of them.
"Are you looking for something dear? Can I help you?" Maribel asked softly.
Santana faced her mom looking a bit startled.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you, mija."
"Oh, it's okay. Did I wake you, mami? Am I too loud?"
"No, I couldn't sleep. I was just on my way downstairs."
"Oh." Santana nodded and sighed.
Maribel sat beside Santana on the bed and placed her hand on her daugther's shoulder.
"I'm not looking for anything mom. I'm here because... I'm not sure if I... But I don't want to... I just-"
"Okay... Calm down, my love. Mami can't understand you." She rubbed Santana's back.
"I'm not looking for anything." She repeated. "I was trying to put the clothes on the closet. But when I opened it I saw some of my old clothes, my high school cheerio uniforms, my prom dresses... I couldn't bring myself to put them aside. It's like I'm intruding it or something." She looked frustrated. "It just doesn't feels right."
"What are you talking about honey? Are you really referring to the clothes or yourself?" Maribel asked softly trying to help Santana out.
"Can I stay here mami? I mean for a little long time?" Santana asked.
"This is your home, Santana. You don't have to ask permission from me. I love you and I'm glad to have you back." Maribel looked at her daughter lovingly. "You fit just right... In here. Whether the old Santana or new Santana, it doesn't matter. You belong here."
"Thanks mami." Santana rested her head on Maribel's shoulder.
"Would you like to update mami what you've been up to?" She asked her daughter.
Santana nodded. "Let's talk about it over some sweet tea, mami."
"Of course, come on down. I'll make you some tea and there are some choco chip cookies. Your favorites." Maribel smiled. "They're still your favorites right?"
"Those would never change, mami." Santana smiled and followed her mom downstairs.
They are now both seated in the kitchen stools beside each other. Each of them has a mug on their hands. There's a dragging silence between them. Maribel didn't push Santana. She's been patiently waiting for her daughter. Just like she always does.
"When we left for London I told Tyler everything about my past." She broke the silence and sighed. "He didn't take it too well. I can't blame him though. I deserved it. I kept him in the darkness for years." she took a sip from her mug. The sweet tea relaxes her. "I came back with him to London not to beg for him to understand me. I know from the very start that we are not meant to be together. It doesn't feel right yet I tried. I loved him but not in the way I love Brittany. I said yes to his proposal because I thought I was doing the right thing. He was such a pure man. I just left him broken." Maribel placed her hand on top of her daughter's hand. "I broke up with him and returned his ring. He begged me to stay but I don't want to be selfish. He deserves more. He deserves better."
"Everything happens for a reason, mija."
"I know mami." she tried to smile but it didn't reach her eyes. "After we broke up I accepted the offer in San Diego. One of my classmates in college referred me to their hospital and I decided to work there and join them."
"So you live in California all these time?" Maribel clarified. This is the first time she's hearing this. Santana likes to keep these kind of things until she's ready.
"Basically, yes. But most of the time I'm at the hospital. I buried myself at work... Hoping that it would bury the pain I'm feeling too. It was just too much to take. I felt that I completely failed myself. Some times work helped me to forget but at the end of the day the feeling of emptiness haunts me."
Santana broke down into sobs. Maribel took her into her loving arms rubbing Santana's back.
"Mija, you could've come back in here. You don't have to be alone."
"I know, mami. But it's too hard and I'm not ready."
"And what made you decide to come back, honey?"
"I don't know. Nothing makes sense in my life. It's like I'm breathing but I'm not living. I work every day to heal people yet I don't even know how to mend my own heart."
Santana pulled back to look at her mother. Maribel look at her with so much compassion and understanding.
"You've been to different places, mija. You've been trying to find answers in all the wrong places."
"What do you mean mami?"
"You know what I mean. I raised an intelligent daughter. Open your eyes. You don't need to dwell in pain anymore. Nine years is enough."
Maribel kissed her on the forehead and wiped the remaining tears she has.
"Come on. Let me help you put those clothes back where they belong." She smiled at her daughter and Santana took her into a warm hug. Maribel looked relieved. The time for hurting is over.
...
1 Day before Thanksgiving
Santana is lost in her own little world again. She's singing while being oblivious to her surroundings.
"You made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter, you are the best thing that's ever been mine... Do you believe it? We're gonna make it now, and I can see it, I can see it now..." She's humming the chorus again.
"Mama told me I can find you here." Brittany shouted below the tree house. "Is it still safe up there?" The sun is almost setting. They just finished decorating the backyard for the event the next day.
Santana poked her head out of the small window.
"Yeah, mami have it cleaned once in a while. I kinda renovated it 2 years ago. Old woods replaced. So, it's safe. And guess what?"
"What?" Brittany looked curious.
"Ta-Daaaaa!" Santana sing-sang as her mood changed when she saw Brittany. The Christmas lights surrounding the tree house came to life.
"Wow. I haven't noticed those."
"Cool right? I hired some electricians to fix some outlets here. There's also a mini-fridge here and some snacks. Want some?" Santana offered with a smile.
"Be up in a minute..." Brittany struggled climbing the tree house.
"Hi." Santana greeted her when she saw Brittany enter. She ducked a little while making her way to the bean bag.
"Hey." Brittany greeted back and seated beside Santana. She looked around and realized that nothing much changed.
"I didn't change anything in here. I just added a few things and that's it. This is the only constant thing in my life." Santana explained. "Beer?" She offered.
"Sure." Brittany accepted and clinked her bottle on Santana's.
They had some peptalks for more than an hour. They downed four bottles of beer already. Right in the middle of their conversation Brittany interrupted Santana.
"What happened to you, Santana? I want the real story."
Santana stopped talking. She avoided Brittany's piercing blue eyes. She took a long sip from her third bottle. She let the liquid cascade her throat and run throughout her system.
"Brace yourself for the truth, princess..." She chuckled a little but Brittany didn't even flinch. "I never married Tyler... After he learned the truth about me... about us, he just turned into someone different. At first I thought he came around to it but then little by little he's changed. Every night he'll get drunk and I'll be his outlet for his pain and disappointment. He'd hit me everywhere and in the morning he'd say that he regretted what he did. I get used to it though."
"He hurt you?" Brittany can't believe what she just heard. Santana just nodded. "That son a bitch, I'll kill him!" Rage took over Brittany but Santana just placed her hand over Brittany's shoulder.
"He's not worth your time, Britt-Britt. Just let it go."
"Fine. So what happened? Where is he now?"
"One night when he mentioned you being a bitch and weak, I just lost it. I fought him... verbally, physically and emotionally. After that I packed my things and slammed the door between us. I never looked back."
Santana's tears stream down. Brittany enveloped Santana into a protective hug. Santana clings to her.
"I'm here... Ssshhh... Ssshhh. Come on now. I'm here." Brittany repeated over and over as she cradled Santana.
"I regretted leaving you, Britt. Believe it or not I never stopped loving you. It fucking hurts the last time I saw you."
"I know. I felt it, Santana. You know that I still love you too." Brittany wiped Santana's tears away. "I'm ready to fight for you again but you went running away."
"I'm sorry Brittany. I thought what I was doing was for the best but it did the exact opposite. I felt miserable every single day I'm without you."
"Took you so long to realize that." Brittany sighed feeling a little better now that she learned what happened to Santana.
"Yeah, nine years according to mami."
"Hm, we're so lucky to have her." Brittany nudged Santana.
"We are." Santana agreed.
"Does she know?"
"She does... But she can't know that Tyler hurt me. I don't want her to worry... Please promise me you won't tell her."
"But-"
"Please Britt, I'm begging you."
"Fine... Pinkie promise." Brittany locked their pinkies together. "Does this mean you're here for good?"
"I still have to finish my contract to San Diego... I'm working there." She explained. "But if I have enough reason to stay here I might buy myself out of the contract and work here instead."
Brittany took Santana by surprise and closed the gap between them. She kissed Santana deeply with all the love she's been holding back before. Santana did the same. Brittany reluctantly pulled away. She gasped for air.
"Good enough?" She asked Santana. "I'm here to claim what's mine. There's no stopping now. Nothing or no one can stop me now. I love you and I'll do anything for us to get the happily ever after we deserve!" Brittany held Santana closer and kissed her with more passion if that's even possible.
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("The End." or "The End?") Just say it. Once again, thanks folks!
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