I know its been a few weeks since I've updated and I'm sorrrry! I've had a lot going on with school and I haven't had much time for the story. But now that some of my work has subsided, I'll have more time to focus on the story :)

Here's Chapter 3, Enjoy!

Santana's POV

This is not how I thought by first day back with Dani was going to turn out. I could kick myself a million times for letting Brittany affect me this way. What could this mean? That I'm not over her? Of course I am. She cheated on me. She hurt me so bad that I thought I was permanently damaged. Then why is it that as soon as I heard her voice, my body froze like Elsa struck my heart with ice? Why did I snap at Dani when she did nothing wrong? Oh crap, Dani.

Chances are, she knows that it was Brittany who called because of that stunt she pulled, and she put it all together. What if she's thinking that I'm not over my ex? Things are going so well between us. We're living together now in New York. Once we put our college degrees to use and start our careers, we'll start looking for our own apartment. Hopefully I didn't jeopardize all of that by acting the way I did.

I don't doubt my love for Dani at all. I have grown to love her so much, and I can see us being together for a long time. She keeps me sane and grounded; she's my better half. I thought it was Brittany who I'd spend my life with, but things change. I couldn't trust her with my heart anymore.

I've been sitting on a park bench for the past half hour with all of these questions and words running through my head. I had to apologize to some lady and her kid because my staring into space was scaring the poor child. He thought I was staring at him and casting a spell on him or something. I decide to get up and begin walking back to the apartment; I know Dani is probably worried. As soon as I reach for my phone to text her, her face takes over the screen.

"Hello?"

"I know you're mad at me. I just want to make sure you're okay."

"I'm okay. I'm walking back now. I'll see you in a bit."

I walk into the apartment ten minutes later and walk slowly to our bedroom.

Dani's POV

"You did what?"

"I know Christine, I shouldn't have done it. I just wanted to know who it was." I called my old roommate as soon as Santana left. It's still kind of weird not being able to see Christine as much anymore now that we've graduated, but I'm glad that she's only one phone call away.

"Dani, do I need to create a mini version of myself to sit on your shoulder everyday and tell you what is and what isn't a good idea?"

I rolled my eyes at my sarcastic and annoying best friend. "You really are not helping."

"Okay, sorry. But Dan, that wasn't a good idea. You should've waited."

"Yes, I know. And now she's pissed. She's never been this mad at me."

Christine chuckled slightly. "Damn. First your ex, and now hers? What the hell is this? I need to get my popcorn ready."

"I'm hanging up on you," I tell her. I can't believe she's joking about this. It isn't funny. My girlfriend just got a mysterious phone call from her ex, then acted all weird and angry, and I don't know what this means or what she's going to say when she gets back.

"Wait no! Ok I'm sorry. I shouldn't be making fun," Christine apologized. "What do you think is going on with her?"

I sighed and closed my eyes, replaying the scene from earlier. "I don't know, Chris. But I'm going to figure it out. I mean you should've seen the way she was just lying there, frozen. I thought someone had died, or that it was her grandmother. But to find out it was just her ex from high school…I don't even know exactly how I feel about that."

"Well didn't you freeze up when Jennifer called you that time around Thanksgiving?"

I thought about it for a second. "I mean my stomach might've dropped down to my toes, but I didn't become completely paralyzed and get an instant attitude with her," I recalled. As much as I try to repress that memory, I still remember that day clearly. I was shocked to hear Jennifer's voice after all those years, but I didn't react the way Santana reacted a little while ago.

"Well just let her explain when she gets back. I'm sure you guys will kiss and makeup in no time."

"Ok I will. And I hope so. I'll text you later on and tell you how things went. I'm gunna call her now just to check on her, it's been a half hour."

"Okay, later."

I hang up the phone with Christine and dial Santana's cell. She didn't sound as angry as she was before and I'm relieved. After I hang up, I remake the bed, assuming we won't be finishing what we started. I sit at the edge of the bed and wait for Santana's arrival. A few minutes later I hear the front door open and close and footsteps walking toward the bedroom.

"Hey," she says quietly as she walks inside.

"Hey." My eyes follow her every move as she walks toward my desk and takes a seat in the chair. She turns the chair around so that she's facing me.

"San, I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have-"

"No, I'm sorry," Santana said, cutting me off. "You apologized already, now let me."

"Ok." I don't like the space between us, so I pull the chair toward me, allowing it to roll closer to the bed where I'm sitting. I look at her and patiently wait for her to speak. I honestly don't care about an apology. I know she didn't mean to take her anger out on me. I just want to know why she got so angry. I want to help. She finally looks at me and begins to speak after about 30 seconds.

"I'm sorry for snapping at you. I didn't mean it, I just…I just lost it for a second," Santana explained. She paused for a moment. It seems like she's trying to figure out what to say, so I just wait. I take her hand in mine, silently telling her to take her time and that I'm listening.

"I told her I didn't want to hear from her. Then she just called out of nowhere. What the hell is wrong with our exes?" We both chuckle lightly. "Dani I don't want you to think I'm not over her. It's just that hearing her voice brought everything back, everything that I worked so hard to get over. All of it at once just overwhelmed me and…"

"I understand, baby." I instantly had a thought and I wanted to say something, but I didn't want to upset her again.

"What is it? You look like you want to say something," Santana stated, and I almost smiled at how well she can read me.

"I just though that…maybe…" I can see the panic in Santana's face and I immediately know what she's thinking. "San, no, no, I'm not breaking up with you or anything. I think that maybe you aren't completely over the situation with you and Brittany."

"Dani, I'm over it. I'm over her. She cheated on me, there's no way I want her back or still have feelings for her," she defended.

"I know, but can you honestly tell me that from the way you reacted earlier, you believe you've completely moved on and the situation doesn't bother you anymore?" I look at Santana's face and see that she's thinking about the question. When she doesn't answer, I see that she gets it. "I'm not saying that I think you still love her or want to get back together with her. I hope that's not the case. It better not be," I added in a kidding tone. But deep down I'm serious. "You told me that after you found out she cheated, you yelled at her and told her you don't want to hear from her again. Maybe you need proper closure. There were probably so many unanswered questions and words left unsaid. Maybe repressing it all isn't the right way to get over it."

She looks down at our laced fingers for a while and I know the silence means I'm right. She always gets quiet when I'm right, after we have a serious discussion. She doesn't like when I'm right and I think it's adorable.

"I guess you're right," she mumbles.

"I'm sorry. I don't think I heard that," I tease.

She glares at me and I can't help but laugh. "So you're telling me that I should talk to my ex girlfriend about how she cheated on me."

I roll my eyes at her sarcasm. "No. I'm saying you should talk to her and have that conversation you never had and get closure. Sort of like the conversation me and Jennifer had at Joe's. Trust me, you'll feel a lot better." She makes a sour face at hearing my exes name and I giggle.

"Ok, you're right. I guess I should talk to her." She gets up from the desk chair and sits next to me on the bed.

"You should. You'll break up with her properly. I don't think a scream fest and 'I don't wanna hear from you again' is a proper break up."

"Ok. Do you forgive me?" She asked.

"Of course I do." I pulled her in for a warm hug, glad that we were able to work this out.

"You know you're basically saying that me and Brittany didn't break up after all this time and you're just my mistress," Santana said, once we parted from the hug and looked at one another.

I look at her with all the seriousness I can muster up, trying not to laugh at her statement. I give in and a grin creeps its way upon my lips. "Shut up and kiss me."