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As Santana took off up the road with some of the girls following, Brittany came out from the house. She went inside to talk stories with some of the girls when she heard someone calling her name.

"Whatsup? Who called my name?"

"Me. Try come Britt?" Rachel was waving her over to where she was sitting. She sat on the empty chair next to Rachel. "I just, I have a question for you."

"Ask away."

"Who's name is babygirl in your phone?"

And that's when Brittany knew.

"Fuck. Today before we left, I reloaded one of the old back ups on my phone because I was looking for a picture. But we left in such a rush that I didn't get a chance to change it back." Brittany went to look for her phone in her pockets when she realized that she didn't have it. "Fuuuuuck. What happened?"

"San was looking for her phone, and she couldn't find it so she used yours to call it."

"Her name is 'Lifetime Lovah' in my phone." She put her face in her palms. "This must look really bad."

"It does, but your story makes sense and I don't have any reason to not believe you. She took off up the road. Kama and Angel went after her."

"This is like the last thing I wanted to happen tonight. I was gonna change it when we got home." Brittany got up from the chair and started pacing. "Oh my God."

"Calm down, Britt. It's gonna be okay."

Brittany went back into the house to grab her jacket when she found Santana's phone. She slipped it into her pocket and walked back outside.

"I'm gonna go find her."

"San!" Kama was on one side of the road while Angel was on the other. "San!"

"Dude, do you think that Brittany is seriously talking to someone else?" They were walking next to each other now. "Cause if she is then she must be hiding it really good."

"Nah I doubt she's been talking to someone else. She's loyal." Angel went into her pocket to check and see if Santana texted her back. "Nothing."

"You texted Brittany's phone right? Cause San doesn't have hers."

"Yeah I did. I not that stupid."

The two girls were walking along the main road now, Santana could be anywhere. Honoka'a wasn't that big of a town but because they were drinking and it was the middle of the night, it made it just a little bit harder.

"What the fuck. Okay I know exactly where she is."

Angel took Kama by the arm and basically dragged her. They both walked up to the little kids playground near the softball field. It was quiet, but not in a erie sort of sense. It was peaceful.

"I can hear you guys. How'd you find me?"

"Freshman year, whenever you got mad at practice you'd walk over here and sit on the swings." Kama sat on the tire swing that was to the left of Santana while Angel sat in the gravel in front. "And plus, there aren't many places to go that are lighted like this. You're afraid of the dark."

"What part of, 'don't ever repeat that again' did you not get Kama?" Santana started laughing. "The walk over here was pretty sketch though. Had all the pot heads walking up to the forest. Well I think was potheads."

"Britt is looking for you too." Santana sort of rolled her eyes, irritated at the sound of her girlfriends name. "Don't do that, San. She loves you."

A sigh came from her, before a short pause. "I know she does. I know."

"What happened anyway? You called your phone and then took off."

"I clicked 'babygirl' in her phone and when someone answered, it ended up being her ex. Melissa. That one chick I told you guys about." Angel sat up straighter with a look on her face. "Yeah. The one that put Britt in the hospital."

"She was in the hospital?! For what?" This was like, brand new to Kama. No one on the team really talked about Brittany's prior back injury other than Rachel, San, and the outfielders.

"Yeah, when she caught her ex cheating on her she took off on her bike and wrecked. That's how come I check on her all the time. To make sure she's feeling alright."

"Ho that's so nuts. I had no idea." Without Santana seeing, Angel snuck a text to Brittany to let them know where they were at. "You never scared? Like when she slides and stuff?"

Kama looked at Angel while Santana looked up at the sky. She shot her a thumbs up, letting her know that Brittany was on her way.

"I do. Squeeze ass kine. Until I know she's okay when she stands up. I try not to worry cause she can handle her own. But it's hard, because I care about her so much."

"She looks like she can handle a lot. That explains why you're basically at the door when she slides." Kama stood up and stretched. "But please San, don't be so mad at her. I'm sure that she has a real good reason to why that happened tonight. "

"I'm sure there is, but.. Just I don't know okay. Lately I been having doubts. Because she seems so distant."

"In what way though?"

"I don't know, I mean.. She's been on her phone a lot and stuff." Brittany came walking up slowly so that she could hear what Santana was saying. "What if she was just, texting that girl the whole time?"

"But.. I wasn't." Santana turned to face Brittany. "I haven't talked to her in months."

Kama and Angel took that as their cue to leave, and they walked away so that the girls could talk to each other and work things out.

"I'm not saying that you were. I was just saying that you could be cause I don't know what you've been doing lately. Like I said, you've been distant. And it's been a little hard on me cause I'm not used to that."

"I know I have been and i'm sorry babe. Macky's birthday is coming up, and I was looking for a picture of us from when we're playing in the state tournament last year." Brittany went up to Santana and tried to hold her hands but she pulled away. "Come on San, don't do that. Why are you being like this? Is it cause you're drinking?"

"Why is it that whenever I don't act like I normally do it's because I have alcohol in my system?!" She was raising her voice a little now, and Brittany stepped back a little. "It's not because of the alcohol. And it's not because I'm drunk. I've been feeling like this for a week or so."

"So why didn't you just talk to me Santana?! You had to bottle it up inside until you exploded on me like this? That's not fair to me. Especially when you're drunk. Because you're judgement is terrible when you're drinking."

"I was just gonna let it blow over. You know? So it wouldn't get to this point." She stood up from the swing. Brittany's words cut right through her. She was pissed.

"No. That's not the way to do it. You have to tell me these things! You can't just keep them inside until you explode."

Santana took a step forward. "I try to but every time I tried to talk to you something came up."

"Fucking excuses. If it were really important to you, you'd sit me down and talk to me. So don't stand there and tell me something came up. Cause that's complete fucking bullshit." Brittany was starting to get upset, because Santana just wasn't getting her point. "We've talked about this before. Why can't you just get it? You act so fucking clingy sometimes."

"Clingy?! How is any of this clingy?"

"Because the moment I started doing something without you, or without you knowing exactly what it was; you get mad. Or sad. Or whatever this is. Because I wouldn't know, since you don't ever tell me. ANYTHING."

Santana turned around and wiped her eyes because she started crying. "You know, you can be such an asshole when you get mad." She started walking down the street and Brittany just sort of stood there, not knowing what to do.

"So you're just going to walk away? You're not going to finish talking to me about this?" She got no reply. But Santana had stopped walking.

"I'm trying to talk to you but you aren't listening to me."

"I AM LISTENING TO YOU SANTANA." She stopped herself from being loud. "I am listening to you. But it's upsetting because you aren't seeing this from my point of view."

"But why should I? You're the one just leaving me out to dry. Not telling me anything."

Brittany threw her hands up in the air. "When the hell did this argument get to this? That's not what this is even about! I tell you everything Santana. Everything. And you're trying to make this into something it's not. You know I tell you everything. I even mentioned that Macky's birthday was coming up soon. Like a week or so ago. So don't try and stand there and tell me that I don't tell you anything."

Santana knew she was right, but she didn't know what to say. A few seconds went by, and still nothing was said between the two girls.

"And here we go, you're just going to stand there and be quiet aren't you?" Silence. "Well you know what, when you're ready to talk to me, come and find me. I'll be at Rachel's place." And with that, Brittany turned around and left. Santana watched as her girlfriend walked down the street until she couldn't see her anymore. She was left with her thoughts as she was most times.

It happened a lot, especially after her and Brittany would finish arguing. She sat back on the swing, and started to sway back and forth. It felt like she was going to start sweating, but she knew it was because she was angry. The phone in her pocket vibrated.

I know you're upset. Just don't forget that I love you.

When Brittany walked back into the garage, it got kind of quiet.

"Whatsup?" She looked around.

The talk resumed and just like before, she sat next to Rachel. "How'd it go?"

"I don't really wanna talk about it." Brittany looked down at her phone hoping that Santana would text her back. "But I think it's gonna be okay."

"It will be. Just stay positive okay?" Rachel placed a beer in the cup holder of Brittany's chair. "Drink."

She popped the cap off the bottle and took a sip, patiently waiting for Santana to text her back.

Whenever they argued, no matter how upset Brittany would get she would always tell Santana that she loved her. No matter what. Whether it was a text, or if they were arguing at home. If Brittany walked away she would either text her or come back in the room and kiss her.

Santana knew that Brittany was right. She never did express her feelings in the right way and most times she would bottle it up. She'd save all of her frustration and anger for when she was in the batters box and that mostly helped her let go of everything she was holding in. But the phone mistake was what sent her over the edge. It was already about 2:30 in the morning by the time she was finished calming herself down and thinking.

I love you too. I'm coming back now. See you in a bit.

She slipped the phone back in her pocket and got off of the swings and started walking away from the park.

"Is that who I think it is?" Santana stopped in her tracks. Fuck. "It is! Hello there, Santana. Miss me?"

"Kayla. What a pleasant surprise. And do what do I owe this pleasure?"

"Oh I don't know, how about you put that bottle down and square up cause we need to settle this one on one." Kayla was getting closer.

"Nah? Let's fucking go then cause I'm so tired of you running your damn mouth."

"Put that bottle down then!" Someone grabbed Kayla's arm and turned her around. The shadows made it hard to see their face. "You know what Kehau, fine then. Whatever." Kayla made her way around the person who was still standing in the dark. And with that, her and her friends walked up the street and out of sight distance.

Santana was amping, pacing back and forth. Kehau walked up to her and she put her hands on Santana's face.

"Calm down San. Please." Kehau knew that was the way to calm her down. It worked every single time. Without fail.

"I'm sorry about her, she's been drinking. And by the looks of it, you have too." She went to take the bottle from her hand. Kehau's hand brushed against hers as she took it. "How many have you had?"

"I don't know, maybe six." Santana broke eye contact with her and took a step back. But before she could get further away, Kehau grabbed her hand.

"I know you guys were arguing. You know I'm here for you Santana." She stepped closer, their faces almost touching.

"What are you doing Kehau?" Santana knew exactly what was going on, but didn't find it in herself to move. Rachel's words were playing in her head. Judgement, Santana. Use you're judgement. Move.

"What do you think I'm doing?" As Kehau moved closer, Santana was shell shocked. But when Kehau's lips met hers, she moved.

"No. What the fuck? No." She moved away from Kehau, and grabbed her bottle off of the ground. "I love Britt. And I need to go back to her. I'm not fucking this up for her foreal. I love you, Kehau. And I always will but I'm not in love with you. Please, you have to respect that keh? What's meant to be will be."

And with that Santana walked back to the house. She basically ran there. When she got into the garage, only Rachel and Kama were left outside in the garage.

"Where you been, San? Britt was trying to wait up for you. She went in the house to lay down already. You texted her like 45 minutes ago." The look on Santana's face must've gave it away. "What happened?"

"Rach, we need to talk."