Good GOD. 17 REVIEWS?! I must be dreaming! The feedback has been soon overwhelming. I can understand everyone's frustration with Santana at this point. And as everyone would like Brittany to leave her, you'll just have to wait and see what happens!

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Brittany placed the plate back on the counter top and sat down, while Santana sat across from her.

"What's going on, babe?" Brittany was starting to get worried. She had just spent a good portion of the night with her ex girlfriend, and the first words she tells her is, 'We need to talk.' If that wasn't a bad sign to start, then how could it get any worse? "Don't tell me you kissed her or something."

"No no, it's nothing like that. I did what we said, we both just talked stories. Nothing happened. Honest. It's just, Kehau and I; we were good friends from before we even dated. So I mean, I guess what I'm trying to say is that I missed her. Not like, our relationship. Our friendship. She knows literally everything, just like Rachel does. But the only difference is, that she knows more about what happened when my dad first deployed. Yeah, Rachel found me that one day but that was about; halfway through the deployment already." Brittany sat there in silence. She couldn't find it in herself to nod, or do anything. She just sat there. "Kehau, she was there. All the time. From the beginning, till the end. She saw how I changed. She saw how him being away affected me. At first, it wasn't bad. It really wasn't. I just pretended that he was away like he had always been."

"Okay, so you're trying to say that; since you're dad is deploying you need her again?"

"Yeah- well, no. No I don't need her. I thought I did. I thought that I would need her because she understood everything."

"Santana, do you really know what you're telling me? You're sitting here, in my house, telling me that you basically need to talk to your ex because she understands you more than I do." Brittany was starting to get upset. "I'm you're girlfriend, Santana. Not her."

"I know that you are! I know that. I'm not stupid you know."

"Okay well where are you trying to go with this then?"

"I just wanted to tell you. Tell you how I feel. Is that so bad?"

"I mean, it is since you're telling me you want to be with Kehau again." Brittany rolled her eyes.

"Look, Brittany. Please try to be more understanding. I'm trying to explain myself." Brittany was looking away from her. When Santana went to reach for her hands, she pulled them away. "Babe."

"No. Don't babe me. Keep talking. Tell me all about last night. What else did you guys talk about? Huh?"

Brittany's ears were getting hot. She knew she was getting mad.

"That's all we talked about. My dad. How I need to talk to you and open up to you." Santana knew that this was a losing battle. That it would be from the moment she started talking about Kehau. "She said-"

"She said! Exactly! Santana-" Brittany started rubbing her temples. "Kehau, shouldn't have to tell you that you need to open up to me. You should already know that you can. You shouldn't have to have someone else tell you to do something like that. You know I'm here to listen. To talk whenever you need it."

"I know that! But deployments are a extra sensitive subject and you of all people knew that even before this deployment came up!" Santana stood up. "My dad is leaving. AGAIN. This time longer, and to a area that is twice as dangerous as the last time. You don't know anything about how I was when he first left."

"I would if you would just talk to me." Brittany was crossing her arms, looking her girlfriend straight in her eyes.

"What do you think I'm trying to do? You think I'm just keeping it a secret? That I came in the house and just said, 'Hey. Let me just eat breakfast. I won't tell Brittany about what happened last night. That Kehau wanted me to sleep over, but I told her no because that's fucked up.'"

"SHE WHAT?!"

Fuck, Santana thought to herself.

"Britt-"

"NO. She wanted you to sleep over? And were you ever gonna tell me that?" Santana started getting upset as well. "Or were you gonna wait for Kehau to give you the okay to tell me that too?"

"Look, I'm trying to fucking tell you what we talked about last night and what happened but you aren't even giving me a chance to explain myself! Yeah she fucking asked me to sleep over because it was late. But I told her no."

"Tell me, Santana. Those three missed calls I had from you? Were they you calling to ask if it would be okay?" Silence. "Seriously? Were you seriously calling me to ask if you could sleep over your ex-girflriends house? Are you fucking kidding me?"

Santana knew at that point she was fucked. She had planned how she was going to talk to Brittany about that. But she knew from the getgo that even considering sleeping over Kehau's house was wrong. She was wrong. And Brittany knew it too.

"I seriously can't even fucking know what to say to you right now. Sleep over her house? Are you stupid?"

"I'm not fucking stupid. I told you about calling me that."

"Couldn't have fooled me! Either you're just stupid or you think I am. What do you think would've happened if I had actually answered my phone and you asked me huh? That I was just gonna say yeah, and be okay with that?"

Santana felt like a child getting scolded. "No.."

"And can you even imagine, I was talking to my dad about how to talk to you about your dad's deployment. Whatever Santana. I really can't even believe this shit." Brittany got up from her chair. "Tell me. Did you talk to her while you were driving home?"

"Yeah." Santana couldn't find it in her anymore to say anything else.

That was it. Brittany couldn't take it anymore. "Really. So instead of trying to call me, you just sent me a damn text? And called her instead?"

"Well, for one you didn't even reply. So I didn't think you were gonna be awake when I called."

"THAT'S your excuse?"

"Yeah it is. And it isn't a excuse."

"This is unbelievable to say the LEAST. The LEAST Santana. All of this? Was not what I expected from you of all people. I love you. I love you unconditionally, faults and all but all of this is sooooo bullshit." Santana looked at Brittany, who had tears falling from her eyes. She got up to wipe them but Brittany moved away. "I need some space. I think you should go."

Santana stood there. "If that's what you want, then fine. I'll go." She started walking towards the door. As she turns the door knob, she turned one last time. "Just call me whenever I guess."

"Yeah, hopefully I won't be interrupting another one of your conversations with the only person that understands you."

That one got her straight in the heart. Santana walked out and slammed the door. Her mind was foggy, heart racing. She got in her truck and took off down the road.

Brittany was still standing in the same spot, still trying to comprehend what had just happened. It was like a dream. Never in a million years did she think that Santana would do something that incredibly dumb. She did feel bad about calling her stupid, but she was mad.

Before going upstairs, she locked the front door. She peeked out the blinds to see if Santana's truck was still outside, but it didn't surprise her that the driveway was empty. Shaking her head, she turned and headed up the stairs to her room.

When she laid on her bed, her phone vibrated.

You good? Rachel just got off of Skype to talk to Santana. She was a mess.

It was Quinn.

Got time to talk? I need to vent. Big time.

Santana had taken a detour and parked at the A Frame on the way down to Waikoloa. She couldn't drive anymore, let alone breathe. What did she do? She really fucked up this time. Nothing, and I mean nothing came out the way it was supposed to.

"Rachel what the fuck did I do?" They had been on the phone since Santana had left Brittany's, and all Rachel had gotten out of the convo was that Santana fucked up but she hadn't told her what happened.

"Relax San. You need to breathe and talk to me. What happened?"

"Last night, Kehau came down to the docks. She found me." That Rachel knew already. "We talked for hours. And it just felt so familiar. She already knew me. She knew that first deployment nearly killed me."

"Yeah okay? So what happened?"

"So basically what happened, Kehau had asked me to sleep over her house last night but I told her no cause that's fucked up you know? I mean, I called Britt." She sniffled. "I called her couple times actually but she never answer."

"You called her to ask if you could sleep over Kehau's?"

"Yeah.." Santana was defeated. She knew that Rachel wasn't gonna have any of that either.

She sighed. "San, what the hell? Is that why you called me last night too?" Silence once again. "San please tell me you didn't. Tell me you didn't sleep over her house."

"I didn't! I drove to Britt's and slept outside in my truck."

"Yeah but was she on the phone the entire time?"

"She was."

"Then I don't get it?, Why didn't Britt just let you inside?"

Santana sat there in silence. She knew that this convo was gonna take a turn from bad to worse. "But I wasn't on the phone with Brittany, Rach."

"Are you kidding me? You were-" Rachel paused. "You were on the phone with Kehau?"

"Yeah.."

"Santana. Remember when we were at Hi'ilawe? What the hell did I tell you?" Before she could answer, Rachel continued. "I told you to not fuck this up. But here you are, fucking it up. Do you even have any sort of idea about what you did? You probably lost all of Brittany's trust! And I told her that it would be okay if you hung out with Kehau for a while. I convinced her. Now I look just as dumb as you!"

"Eh look! Don't yell at me, Rachel. Not even you know what it was like for me when my dad first left. You only know from the auditorium and on. That's it."

"Don't even start okay San? I'm here to help you with this. But you have to understand that this is pretty fucked up. What you did is fucking wrong and you know it." Santana was clutching her phone in her hand. "You have to understand where Brittany is coming from with this. How would you feel if the table's were turned? If she was with her ex all night and she came home to you the next morning telling you the exact shit you told her?"

"I'd be pissed but I'd hear her out. That's the least I would do."

"Yeah okay that's crap and we both know it." Rachel was rolling her eyes. This wasn't her best friend.

"You guys just don't get it. You really don't."

"Explain it then!" Rachel was pissed. "Explain to me how you can so easily talk and open up to the girl who broke your fucking heart over your girlfriend and your best friend."

"This isn't about you, Rachel."

"Obviously. Because it's about Kehau. I picked your ass off of the floor after she left you Santana. And you turn around and go back to her after you find someone who's three trillion times better than her? I don't understand it. I really don't."

"Kehau was there. She was fucking there when I thought my dad was dead okay? Is that what you want to fucking hear?!" Rachel stopped talking. "He called me one night I was on Skype with Kehau. So I put him on speaker and we were all talking stories when all of a sudden, I hear a fucking explosion and the line goes dead. THERE. Is that what you need to know? She had to put me back together after that. I didn't eat for days. I didn't even go to school. It was midterms but I didn't give two shits. I thought my dad was dead Rachel. So I thought, if he's dead, then why should I live? She stopped me. And yeah that's not the best reason to not tell Brittany. But I really don't want to talk about the night. I try my best to forget about it."

"I didn't kn-"

"Yeah of course you didn't know. I don't talk about that. I don't wanna relive how I felt. I don't even wanna think about that." Santana was punching her steering wheel now. "I don't want to have to burden any of you with that stuff. I'm just gonna go."

Santana hung up the phone and threw it on the ground. She was so frustrated, with everything. With Rachel, with Brittany, with herself. She knew that talking to Brittany about everything would've made things so much easier. But it was so much to take in. With everything good that happened in her life, she just felt that God was playing with her. She could take three steps forward to only push her back five.

Trying to deal with her frustrations, she drove down Waikoloa hill towards the village.

"So what you're trying to tell me is that Santana rather talk to her ex than you? Are you serious?"

Quinn was being patient with Brittany, it wasn't a easy subject. She just wanted to keep her away from her bike.

"Yeah. I told her to leave after all of that, cause I knew I was pushing her buttons already."

Brittany was laying on her bed. None of it made any sense to her. This didn't seem like the Santana she loved. It was like she was a different person.

"Maybe I just didn't know her as well as I thought you know?"

"I don't know Britt. I told you to be careful, didn't I?"

"I thought I was being careful. I mean you seen her when you came down. I didn't think she'd do any of this."

Quinn agreed- and as their conversation went on she was trying to figure out what had changed to make Santana act this way. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary out of all the time she talked to Brittany. Until now. The deployment was a touchy subject and they both knew that.

"Hey hang on. Rach is calling." She pressed accept on Skype, and Rachel appeared on her computer. "Hey babe."

"Hey. Are you still talking to Brittany?"

"Yeah. What's up?"

"Britt- can you hear me?"

Brittany sat up now, knowing that Rachel was probably going to tell her how her convo with Santana went.

"Yeah, whats going on? What did Santana say?"

"Can you just, can you meet me at the field in about an hour?" Rachel sounded timid, and not like her usual self. "It's nothing bad, it's just.. Something you need to hear. In person."

"Yeah. I can."

"Okay. I'll let you two get back to your convo. See you soon, Britt. Love you babe." And with that, Rachel hung up.

"What the hell was that?" Quinn and Brittany were just left, in shock.

What the fuck was going on?