a/n - Okay, so we have, yet again, more rumors! Let's not forget that even should Quinn and Santana, hook up, it's a drunken or lonely hook-up! It's not going to be ongoing...Brittana is ENDGAME and from Mr. Murphy's own words, get back together in a very special way. Besides, Britt sent San away because she knew she'd stay and she loves her...not Sam. Quinn is just lonely as is Santana. Britt won't like this and might finally get her shit together...providing that's been RIB's morbid little game this whole time! Ugh! Still, I believe that we will get our way! BRITTANA IS ENDGAME FOREVER!

a/n 2 - Thanks for all the support you've shown me for this FF! You are all awesome! I had a few mistakes, that have been corrected, hopefully, I won't overlook such obvious ones for this chapter. Thanks to all the reviews, views, faves and alerts. They mean the world to me. The actually inspire me more than I thought they would. Gives me a fantastic reason to smile lately. I have been without my wife for 4 months now, and it looks like I won't see her for another 3! So this is my outlet! I miss her terribly! It sucks to be with someone for so long and then to be separated by 2000 miles and not be able to kiss her goodnite! But we make it work. Face-time, Skype, texting and talking and writing my fics help me through.

a/n 3 - Thanks again to my bestie and I hope I haven't disappointed anyone thus far. I'm getting to the point where I don't have the chapters already written, just outlined. If you have any ideas or wants, give me a PM or tweet and let me know! ;)

Disclaimer - I don't own Glee! Otherwise, there would only be Faberry, Brittana and Klaine...everyone else would have to find their own way!

Part 10

Santana POV

I started to fidget just a bit, but I guess I brought the question on myself. Hearing the music I just had to chuckle once I heard the song begin and thought back on that night I fucked up the bitch's truck! Granted, that's not who I am, at least not now, but I was devastated!

"No, I don't mind. I kind of brought it up. So here's the story in a nutshell." Britt got a little bit more comfortable and settled in, ready to hear my heart wrenching story. Of course, with a badass ending.

"Well, her name was Sarah. I met her my 2nd year of college after I had decided that I really wanted a relationship with someone. I didn't want to keep going to frat parties and being disappointed and I didn't want to be just a random hookup with someone experimenting. I was at the local coffee shop and one of the girls behind the counter stood out. I started to go in daily and she would always get my order. After a while she had it waiting for me. Then we started talking and hanging out. Eventually, I started having more serious feelings towards her, so we started dating. We dated for 4 yrs. 4 fucking years. I thought I was in love with her, so I decided to go to the next step. I spent weeks going to different jewelry stores with friends to pick out the perfect ring. Then one day, I went with my one friend Sugar. She started asking all of these questions, if I was sure, if she was the one, if I really wanted to commit myself to someone for the rest of my life at such a young age. I told her I was 24 and Sarah and I had been together for 4 yrs and the yes, I was sure. I explained to Sugar that I wanted to celebrate and propose on our 4 yr anniversary." I started to get quieter knowing what part of the story was coming up.

I hated this part. But I've told it so many times to my closest friends, I should be used to this by now. But fuck, 2 yrs and it still hurts.

"San, you don't have to do this you know. I'll understand. You can talk to me about anything, but you don't have to do it all right now. I'll always be here for you. Okay?" She was so considerate.

I felt I owed her to finish. Plus, I'm feeling really comfortable with her being around, especially after our earlier activities. I want her to know.

"No. It's okay. Just got a bit emotional. So where was I? Oh yeah, Anniversary!. Well, I should've known Sugar was suggesting something, but she was Sarah's friend first. I should have taken the hint. I was blind, so fucking blind. Even though, we developed a great friendship, I thought she would be best to help pick out a ring for her. After I found the perfect ring. I got up my nerve and decided what, when and how I was going to do this. It had to be perfect. She was my everything and I wanted to let her know that. Silly me. Evidently, I wasn't her everything. So anyway, I got everything planned. Had the dinner date set up at our favorite restaurant. I didn't want her to catch on, that's why I didn't go super fancy, she would've suspected something. Maybe in hindsight, I should've clued her in. Well, I told her I'd have to meet her there because a work thing had come up and I wouldn't make it home first. I would just catch a cab to the restaurant."

I paused briefly calming myself down. I looked at Brittany and was just amazed at the caring and compassion emanating from those stunning blue eyes of hers. Damn, I could stare and get lost in them all day.

"Sarah had told me she had a couple of clients to show that day. She was in real estate and pretty good at that, so it wasn't a surprise when she said she wouldn't be home either, that we would just meet at the restaurant. She didn't even seem to be as excited as I was that we were celebrating our fourth year together. That should have been one of my first hints. She just seemed off. I just took it that work was getting to her, she always blamed work when she got distant. Again, hindsight is 20/20. I decided to take off work a few hours early and come home, get a few things I needed, since she wasn't going to be home. When, I drove up, I noticed her car was still in the parking lot. I was a bit perplexed but didn't think anything of it. Maybe she just needed to grab some stuff as well. Then I noticed some movement from the bedroom window. I started to get that bad, nauseous feeling in my gut. You know, the one where you feel like you just got kicked? I walked slowly to our door and silently put the key in the door knob. The second I walked in, everything in my stomach just dropped. I could see another set of shoes by the door, another handbag on the chair and noises coming from down the hall. Tears were already starting to form at the corners of my eyes. Tears and anger." I choked back.

"San, you don't have to do this." she said as she grabbed my hand and started rubbing her thumb in gentle circles over the top trying to relax me.

"It's okay. So, I heard the noises. It was obvious what and who was causing the noises. It was terrible to listen to. She was never like that with me. Anyway, I opened the door slowly, just a crack at first. What I saw killed me. My girlfriend of 4 yrs was fucking some other chick in our bed, in our apartment, on our fucking anniversary. I lost it. I started to tear immediately. I opened the door further and stepped in, but I stayed quiet. I wanted them to see me. When they were done and all the noise stopped, the girl on top of Sarah went to get off and lay down, and that's when they saw me standing inside of the door way. Of course, I got the it's not what it looks like line. I told them oh really, because it looks like my soon to be ex girlfriend is fucking some other chick in my apartment, in my bed on our anniversary. Then of course, there's the apologizing and the I didn't mean for you to find out this way. How the fuck was I supposed to find out? I mean really, I come home to find her cheating on me. Jesus!" I whimpered.

"What did you do then?" Britt asked.

"Well, I asked who she was and how long and why. The who was a previous client, the why, she didn't really have an answer. But the kicker is how long. Do you know how long the bitch, the woman I thought I was in love with, love of my life was cheating on me?" I started to get a little heated. Britt just shook her head.

"Almost 3 ½ years. Practically our entire relationship! How the hell did I not notice? I was the queen of cheating in High School. After that, I never cheated on anyone. But this, this was downright sneaky and mean and unforgivable. I told her she had 2 days to get her shit out of my apartment and my life. Then when she handed me the keys, I told her I was going to propose and she just ripped my heart out, stomped on it and threw it away. Do you know, I barely got an apology. It's like the girl I met at the coffee shop and this person were two different people!" Now the tears were starting to seep down my cheeks.
"So about a week later, I saw them cozied up in a booth at a diner and lost it. I grabbed the pocket knife I carry in my bag, slashed the tires, keyed the bitch's truck and found my cousins billy club in my trunk and smashed in the drivers window, the windshield and then the headlights. I basically murdered her truck. And liked it. Believe it or not, no one saw me and she didn't press charges. She had to have known it was me. So yeah, hearing the song made me think back to that. Felt kind of like a release, letting out all that pent up aggression that had been festering that week." I admitted hoping Brittany wouldn't think I had anger issues.

"Oh, Santana. I'm so sorry. That's awful." she said as she pulled me in for a soft embrace, allowing me to cry on her shoulder, literally.

"It's been 2 yrs since then, and I've had a handful of dates, but I haven't even kissed anyone until you in the elevator." I blushed, then sniffled.

"Well then, I'm glad you did. I had honestly been dying to kiss you practically since we first said hello." Britt admitted. I had to smile at her remark.

"I, I mean, me too." I said as I reached my hand to cup her cheek and then I leaned up and pressed my lips onto hers. I swear it's the most intoxicating feeling in the world. I could kiss her forever!

"So, do you want to watch a movie or talk some more?" Britt asked.

"What a segue!" I smirked.

"Hey, just trying to lighten the mood and get happy here!" she giggled. God, I love her noises. I wonder what other noises she makes.

"Yeah, a movie sounds great. Ready for some dessert as well, I think we worked up an appetite. I made Tiramisu, and I think it would be ashamed if it didn't at least get tasted tonight." I grinned and tapped my leg against Britt's.

"Okay. Sounds great. Wouldn't want to disappoint the chef." she coyly said flipping her hair to one side. Ugh, she's going to be the death of me. A happy death!

"Oh, trust me, you haven't disappointed the chef at all. In fact, I think I might let you sample the menu a little more after dessert! That is if you want." I smirked.

"I think I might do just that." my blonde haired beauty suggestively replied, moving closer to press a soft, meaningful and deep kiss to her plump, juicy, waiting lips.

"Mmmmm, I think I like these samples so far." I smiled into another kiss, leading to another heated make out session in my bed.

After what seemed like just a few seconds, I pulled my lips away from hers, sashayed out the bedroom door and within a couple of minutes, returned with dessert and spoons in hand.

"Dessert in bed, my dear." I announced, a huge grin starting to spread across my face.

"Looks delicious. MMMMMM, tastes delicious as well. But, so far tonight, my favorite flavor is you." she blushed.

"I love the way you taste, too. B. In fact, I think you are now, my new favorite flavor." redness creeping up on her cheeks as she leaned in to give me a peck on my lips.

"Thank God tomorrow is Saturday. I don't think we are going to get much sleep tonight. Not that I'm complaining. Just saying." she said smugly.

"That reminds, me. We have our official first date tomorrow. Any requests, or ..." I started.

"San, whatever you want to do is fine with me. If truth be told, I count tonight as our first date and tomorrow is just a continuation, considering I'm not leaving tonight. Unless, of cours..." she started.

"NO! I very much want you to stay. I love you being here. I haven't brought anyone home in, well, since Sarah, and in just this short time, you mean alot to me. I want you to stay. I want to go to sleep next to you and feel you next to me and I would absolutely love waking up next to you in the morning. I hope I didn't just scare you. I have a tendency to speak my mind when I see fit. And well, it seemed to need to be said." I explained, my brows starting to furrow in anticipation that she might think it's too much too soon.

"I'm glad you want me to stay. I think we're going to have the best weekend ever!" she smiled, snuggling into my side closer, as I wrap my arms around her, kissing the top of her head, then her forehead, nose...then finally her lips.