A/N Sorry this took so long I have had it completed before I went on a week vacation but didn't get time to edit it so I didn't want to publish it yet. Thank you everyone who is still reading this story I defiantly did not give up on it. Thank you to all of the reviewers as well it really helps motivate me.

I didn't hear anything from Santana on Sunday. I don't know what I was expecting. Maybe just a text letting me know she was hungover but meant everything she said or asking if we could secretly meet up? I don't really know but getting up today, Monday, and getting ready for school I have an uneasy feeling in my stomach. I can't get her words out of my head how she said Saturday was the last day I was going to see her.

Jumping out of bed I do my normal routine: shower, put on my cheerleading uniform, brush my teeth, makeup and hair.

I get down stairs to see both my parents eating breakfast. My dad is looking at me with wide eyes and my mom looks like she is trying to hold back a smile.

"What?" I ask patting down my hair and smooth my skirt because they are looking at me funny.

"Do you have something on your mind?" My mom asks with a smirk.

"Your top is on backwards! How does that even happen sweetie?" My dad looks perplexed.

I look down and sure enough somehow my top is on backwards. My cheeks turn red as I rush up to my room to fix myself before coming back down.

"Well?" My mom asks.

I huff and sit down across from my dad. I eat quietly for a while but I can feel their eyes in me.

"Nothing, I'm fine."

"Well you look horrible honey, your hair is a mess and your makeup is all over the place." My dad tells me bluntly.

I stand up from the table. "Thanks dad."

"Oh don't get me wrong honey you still are still way prettier than any of the other high school girls."

I nod but start to walk off. "Bye mom bye dad I love you."

As I'm walking out I hear "I'm worried about her." From my mom.

"Ahh she's fine." My dad says with a mouthful of food. "She probably just got into your stash."

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I make my way to school and find the crew waiting for me. Puck gives me a sheepish smile causing me to raise an eyebrow.

"What?" I question.

I see Sugar elbow him in the ribs. He makes a pained noise and rubs his side.

"So ugh Brittany." he puts a hand up behind his head. "I'm sorry, I was drunk on Saturday and ugh I was kinda the one who told Santana where you were and that she should come talk to you to make up." He looks down in shame.

I reach over and touch his shoulder "I know I should be pissed at you Puck." He looks up at me with sad eyes. "But I'm not." I smile at him.

I can't explain it I am still really mad at Santana, but I do see her making an effort and she did explain a little bit. I am not going to lie knowing that her and Sam were fake really helps out because it felt like a knife in my gut when I saw them together.

I should also be mad at Puck for trying to butt in when it was just between me and her, but the lug was just trying to help.

We all make our way to the lockers as I keep my eye out for Santana. I can't help it. I always want to look at her even when I am mad. I can't help but admire how beautiful she is.

The group all go their separate ways as I wait at my locker a little longer. It is weird Santana is normally here on time. The warning bell rings so I make my way to class just in time so I'm not late.

My stomach is all twisted from not seeing her yet, but I have math first period and she isn't in this class, so I will have to wait for second period. Of course the first period crawls so slowly and no matter what Mike or Sugar did to try to distract me in class my mind couldn't get off of Santana. Saturday she was acting so strange. I just need to check to see if she is okay.

The bell finally rings and I shoot out of the seat and basically race to second period. I sit in my normal seat and Santana will be behind me next to Puck. I wait so patiently staring at the door and maybe creeping out some of my fellow classmates because of this.

Puck walks in with a smug smile and stops at my desk. I try to look around him to see the door.

"What you aren't excited to see me?" I roll my eyes and he laughs as he gets out of my eye site to sit down behind me. Other students trickle in and still no Santana. The warning bell goes off and Sugar makes her way to her seat beside me.

"Geez Britt you couldn't wait for me?"

" ugh yeah I just wanted to get to class." I'm not looking at her, just watching the door as the late bell goes off.

" Well that is a little rude…"

"Where is Santana?" I cut her off and looked back at Puck and raised an eyebrow.

He shrugs. I turn back to the front to see the teacher just getting started. I raise my hand.

"Yes, Brittany." He sounds bored.

"Do you know where Santana is?"

He looks really unimpressed.

"She is not here." He says shortly.

I try not to roll my eyes because no dip Sherlock. "Is she sick?" I question further.

He huffs seeing that I am not giving up.

"She has transferred."

The Teacher goes to the board after that. I feel like I am having an out of body experience. This can't be right. Santana can't really be gone. We have only gotten to know each other a few months and yeah, I might have been mad at her, but I don't want her to leave.

"Santana Lopez?" I blurt out.

The teacher as well as a few of the other students look at me like I have a screw loose.

"Yes, that is the only Santana at our school."

I stand up now and start to head for the door "I have to um bathroom."

"Miss Pierce, have a seat."

I look at the teacher and he looks pissed off, but I can't just stay here. I take off at a full out sprint leaving all my stuff behind and head for my car. I get to my car when I realize that I don't have my keys that are in my bag because my cheer skirt doesn't have pockets.

I can't go back to the classroom because there is no way I can run in there, take my bag and run back out. Putting my head on my car I think. Fuck it, I am running I know we're she lives.

Running takes a good 45 minutes at a good pace before I make it to Santana's out of breath. There is a moving truck that I dunk behind out of sight just in case can see me. I take a glance at Santana's window and her room looks dark. I have to check it out though and see if she is still there. I feel like a ninja as I do a quick roll and hide by a bush that is right next to the house.

I know I have to scale that tree again that I climbed down the first night we met. As quick as I can I make a dash to the tree and make a quick climb. Being silent I jump from the branch when I make it to the second level. I push up on Santana's window and when it opens just enough I climb through.

Her walls are bare and her furniture is gone. I feel my heart racing, my palms are sweating and I feel I am on the verge of a panic attack. I make my way with wobbly legs over to the place Santana bed used to be and collapse on the ground. There is a lone sweatshirt here and I lay around it as I feel tears cascade from my eyes.

"Yeah mom, I know I will be down in a minute. I have to get a few more things!" I hear the voice but I can hardly move in time. "Brittany?" she whispers.

Just by her saying my name I am able to finally move and I am up and tumbling in her arms in seconds. Just breathing her in is relaxing me. Her warm embrace feels like home. I pull back to look at her making sure it is really Santana. Her moca eyes look shocked and confused.

I can't control myself as my lips collide with hers. I feel her relax instantly as her lips caress mine. It is rushed and passionate but far too quick as she pulls away to look at the open door with worried eyes. She releases me to quickly shut the door before she looks me over, always careful to check to make sure I am okay.

"Britt, what are you doing here?"

I am still out of breath as I get out. "You. not at school. gone. " I look at her with panicked eyes knowing I'm not making scenes but my brain is still scrambled.

She rubs my arms gently. "Hey calm down okay." She reaches up and caresses my cheek gently and I close my eyes taking a deep breath.

"I thought you were gone." My eyes open to look at her. She looks calm and sad though.

"Yeah." She looks down, not meeting my eyes. " My mom found out about me yelling at Sam and when she went to 'confront' me my room was empty. So, she is making use of her promise and we are leaving."

Her hands had dropped from me as she spoke but I needed her comfort so I reached for her hand tangling her fingers with mine. Her eyes return to mine instantly.

"Do you know where you are going?" I ask in a soft voice almost like I am afraid to startle her.

"No ." She whispers. "They won't tell me and she took my phone." I look around her room panicky and see a pen squished up against her wall and carpet left there to be forgotten.

I let go of her hand and retrieve the pen scribbling on my hand till I see black ink. She is watching me curiously. I walk back over to her and reach for her sweatpants waistband as I bend down. Her breath picks up but she doesn't stop me as I reveal her hipbone knowing her mom won't look there. I write my number on her skin.

"If there is some way please get a hold of me." I look into her sad deep brown eyes. "Please." I whisper out.

I see tears in her eyes as she nods. "I will Britt."

"You are still my soulmate." Her lips tremble as more tears escape and she nods.

'Your mine too." She mumbles out around tears and trembling lips.

Her mom yells from downstairs and I know our time is up. I wrap her in one more hug and kiss her one last time. We both savor the kiss before I pull back and head to the window.

"Wait Britt!"

Santana goes over to the sweatshirt I was curled up on, there are tear stains still on it. She holds it out to me. It is a sweatshirt from her old school with Lopez on the back. She looks so bashful her cheeks are painted red.

"You can keep this to remember me." She peaks at me through her lashes.

I smile at her bashfulness and take the sweatshirt hugging it to my chest.

"I'm sorry, I didn't bring you anything." I say.

A smirk appears on her face as she blushes again. "Ugh, I might have already taken a sweatshirt from you when I was last at your house."

You now understand why you couldn't find your favorite sweatshirt recently with your cheer summer camp logo of a lake on it.

"Santana! let's go, we are leaving!" We hear yelled at us, sounding closer now.

Santana's eyes are panicked but she still steals one more kiss. Before leaving me alone in her bedroom.

I feel tears in my eyes as I climb out the window and scale the tree sweatshirt clenched in my hand. I head for home knowing there is no way I can make it back to school with the pain searing in my chest knowing Santana is leaving. Everything is a blur as I end up in my bed with her sweatshirt by my face so I can smell her lingering scent.

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It takes two weeks of my friends constantly nagging me to finally get out of my room and go eat with them. I have been stuck in a constant routine of: sleep, wake up, go to school, go to practice, go home, work on school work, eat dinner, go to sleep. I have not been doing anything else and on weekends it is even worse. I am in my bed for most of the day curled up with Santana's sweatshirt hoping to see her again.

I spent 11 years not even knowing Santana but I just feel like half of me is missing now. I am trying to be brave and I can't help but have my phone right next to me every second hoping she gets a hold of me.

Throughout everything my friends have been great trying to get me talking or trying to make me smile, but I just feel off and nervous about what she is going through.

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Weeks turned into months and before I knew it summer finally came around. (no phone call)

I am doing fine though I really am. It's not like I constantly go through my phone's pictures looking at her or like waiting for her to contact me. I have finally started to hang out with my friends and move on. At this point I would say I am completely okay.

"Britt, it's a party put down your phone and mingle! I swear all you do is look at photos on your phone. We have to find Mike. He said he was finally going to let us meet his girlfriend." Sugar squeals.

I put away my phone with a huff but not before making sure I put it on vibrate so I can feel if someone calls me because it is too hard to hear here with how loud the music is, not that I am waiting on anyone to call me it is merely a precaution like what if my family needs me. I am not waiting on Santana to call me.

Sugar grabs my hand and weaves me through the crowd of people at her house. Yes, Sugar decided she should be the one to throw a party because 'I have the biggest house and everyone should start to appreciate my worth. Besides, I have a pool and I need to show off my hot body.'

Sugar said Mike texted her that he was here and in the foyer so we made our way through the massive crowd. I have said it before but I will say it again, I swear this girl knows everyone. I see Mike's spiked black hair before he sees us so I decide to attack him with a hug sneaking up behind him. I cover his eyes.

"Guess who?" I smile as I try to lower my voice.

He laughs and reaches around to poke at my sides. "Britt, you are not fooling anyone."

I let him go and step back giving him space as I see a girl with hazel green eyes and short blonde hair. She kind of looks like she is mad at me. I smile at her either way because I mean no harm at all.

"Hi, you must be Quinn." I stick out my hand to shake hers. She looks at my hand and raises an eyebrow. "Umm I'm Brittany. Mike has told me all about you. I am so excited to meet you." I remember when Mike first told me her name, about three weeks ago. It sounded so familiar, but I couldn't place it. I can't blame myself though I have been pretty out of it since she left.

A smirk finally forms on her lips as she takes my hand in hers. "Yeah he has told me alot about you as well. Something like you are a sister to him." Her pretty eyebrow raises in question.

I laugh. "Oh yeah no threat here, he is a brother to me, besides I already have a soulmate." I hold up my wrist.

She doesn't question me further and I really don't want to talk about it, but I do notice her visibly relaxing as we get to know each other more. She is actually really easy to get along with and she effortlessly fits in our group with her and Mike being all cute with each other and her snide comments that she shoots at Sugar when she is being ridiculous. When Puck finally joins the party they apparently already know each other and seem to have a bantering friendship. I am surprisingly having a good time as we hang out by the pool.

When it is getting pretty late I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. I pull it out and I don't recognise the number so I excuse myself and find a bathroom where I lock the door and answer.

"Hello?"

"Brittany?" It is a husky whisper.

"Santana?!" I know right away who it is and I squeal with excitement.

She laughs and it makes me smile even brighter. I feel tears brimming my eyes because I am so happy. "Yeah... It is so nice to hear your voice." She exhales.

"How are you? Where are you? Are you okay? I miss you so much it hurts. This isn't a dream and I am actually passed out in the bathtub again right?" I get out in a rush.

"Hey slow down and take a breath okay." She laughs again and I feel butterflies rush in my stomach.

"Yeah okay. It is just that I am so excited to hear from you!" I get out through a smile that is hurting my face.

Then because nothing can be perfect there is a knock on the bathroom door. "Hey babe! I am ready to go home are you?" The guy's voice is loud and booming.

I hear a sharp intake on Santana's end. "Hey Brittany, it was nice to hear you but this was a mistake, I will let you go."

"Wait, San!" I get out but it is too late. I hear the ending sound of the phone being hung up.

"Shit!" I quickly call the number back, but it just rings. I don't even know if this is her phone or a pay phone but I call 5 more times and get nothing each time, not even a voicemail.

The guy knocks on the door again and I quickly swing it open giving a dirty look to this stupid meathead. He looks startled.

"You're not Sydney." He says.

"I am fucking not." I growl as I push past him, giving him a shoulder check. I feel like I am spireling again so I give up tonight and head for 'my' spare room in Sugar's house to sleep away the pain.