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[Santana's POV]

Brittany had started crying during her rant, and quickly rushed out the exit, across the parking lot, and was fumbling with her keys when I finally reached her car.

"Brittany, what are you talking about? I…"

"No, Santana. I saw you with her just now. Don't lie to me. I know exactly what you were doing. Goodbye, Santana."

And as I stood there, stunned and completely confused, she slammed the door shut and drove away.

I felt a warm hand on my shoulder, and I turned to see Puck at my side, as white as a ghost.

"Santana, get in the car… NOW."

The tone in his voice let me know how serious he was, so we both bolted across the parking lot, and jumped in his car. He started backing out of the parking space before I could even shut the door.

We pulled out and he took a sharp left.

"I think she went this way."

"Puck, what are you doing? Are you following her?"

"Yes. This was my fault—all my fault. I was trying to help, and I texted her from your phone and I…"

"Wait… you did WHAT?"

"When you were in the shower earlier, I pretended to be you and texted her on your phone, saying you wanted to apologize and to meet you here tonight. You've just been so fucking depressed lately, I knew seeing her was the only thing that would jolt you out of it, but you're too damn proud to have done that yourself. I was trying to help, and now I've just made things worse."

Halfway through his speech I was already scrolling back through my texts from the day, finding Brittany's and reading the whole conversation.

"Fuck, Puck. She made it crystal clear that this was the last chance she was giving me. Why in the world didn't you just tell me and keep me from talking to those girls? That's what she's pissed about!"

"I know, I know, but I was too afraid that if I told you, you'd bail and then I'd really be up shits creek…"

In interrupted him, "Puck, turn right, I see her car. I should have known."

Puck turned right and pulled into Manny's Pub. She was parked in the front row of spaces, and I could see she was still sitting in her car, head bent down over the steering wheel. Her shoulders were shaking, and she had buried her face in her hands.

She's crying. She's bawling, actually. Because of me.

"Okay, dickwad, stay here. You've already fucked this up enough for me tonight. And I swear to God that if you leave me here, I will prevent you from ever fathering children."

"Aye aye, captain. Go get her."

He put the car in park a few spaces away from Brittany's, and I crawled out of the passenger side. I walked over to the side of Brittany's car and knocked on the window.

"Go away," came the muffled cry of Brittany from inside the car. "Just go away!"

"Britt, please at least roll down the window a crack so you can hear me without my yelling. Unless you want all your customers and co-workers hear me talk about us."

She took in a few sharp breaths and finally peeled one hand away from her face, pressing the button to roll down the window about a third of the way.

"Brittany, I never meant to hurt you. I had no idea you were coming to Route 86 tonight. That was Puck that was texting you from my phone earlier. I was completely in the dark. I would have never been talking to those girls had I known you were coming."

Her hands came completely away from her face, and her head tilted slightly towards the window. Her face was scrunched up, from what looked like half trying to hold back tears, and half from being deep in thought.

"So, then that means you still didn't want to apologize, and you still didn't want to see me. You'd rather be at a bar hitting on random girls than having to deal with me. I see."

I cut in as quickly as I could.

"No, no, no… that's not the case at all. Look… can I get in so we can actually look at each other? Or can you get out and we can go into Manny's and talk this out over a drink? Anything that's slightly more normal than talking through a car window?"

"Fine. Get in." She reached over and unlocked the car, so I walked around and slipped into the passenger seat, turning my body to completely face Brittany's in the driver's seat.

"Britt, I don't even know where to begin, because there is so much I probably should be apologizing for, so let me just start by saying that I'm sorry… for everything. I'm sorry for what I did to you last week, I'm sorry for not calling you, I'm sorry for not texting you, I'm sorry for what happened tonight. I'm so sorry for it all."

I paused, and folded my hands in my lap.

"The truth is… the truth is that I'm absolutely terrified, and, well, I'm an idiot. But I've been absolutely dying inside since the last time we saw each other. You're all I've thought about. You're all I've dreamed about. I haven't been able to function."

"What are you saying? Why didn't you call, then?"

"Because, like I said, I'm an idiot, apparently. I'm stubborn, and really hard-headed. And, honestly, I was probably just being too proud to admit how royally had messed things up, or that I even cared that I had messed things up."

"So then what happened tonight?"

"Well, I've been… a bit of a mess lately. And Puck had finally convinced me to get out of my house, so I guess he thought that the best thing for me was to see you, but he knew that I would never try to fix the situation on my own. He was trying to help by getting us together so we could talk, he's just not very smooth."

"… And those girls you were talking to?"

"I had never met them before. They were staring at Puck and I, so I went over there to see who they were interested in. I was just trying to stay occupied."

"What do you mean, 'occupied'?"

"Like… I was trying to get my mind off of… things. Off of you, mainly."

There was a pause in the conversation, and finally I spoke again.

"That probably sounded worse than I meant for it to. It's just that I had figured that, since I hadn't heard anything from you, that you'd decided you were done with me. And after what I did to you, I probably deserve that. So I was trying to keep myself occupied, rather than sit at home and drink and smoke."

She looked me square in the eyes when I said the last part of the sentence, making eye contact for the first time since when we were in Route 86.

"Is that what you've been doing, instead of calling me?"

Her voice was shaky, and I saw a single tear roll down her cheek once again. I answered meekly.

"Yes, mainly."

And then, she reached across the middle console and took my hands in both of hers, resting them on my lap. My heart fluttered lightly at the feeling of her fingers wrapping around mine, and I lifted my eyes to hers once more.

"Santana," she said softly, "you can't do that to yourself."

I nodded.

We sat silent in the car for a moment, and Brittany brushed her right thumb lightly over the back of my hand. Finally, she broke the silence.

"I'm sorry, too."

"Sorry for what?" I asked.

"I'm sorry I never called. I could have. I should have…. I, I really wanted to. But I was just so mad at you for what you did. I've never had someone treat me like that and it scared me."

"And it should have scared you. You don't deserve that at all. I really don't know what happened, and I can't apologize enough. I don't expect you to forgive me or choose to see me anymore, but I just want you to know how terribly, terribly sorry I am. Again, about everything." I paused, taking in a deep breath before saying these last words, "I'll let you go now. I'm so sorry to have dragged you into the mess of a life I've been living lately. You're beautiful, and innocent, and everything that's good in this miserable, stinking world. You're everything I hope to find in a woman once I'm woman enough to deserve it."

With that, I reached for the door handle, pulled, and started to exit the car, feeling very at peace with what I had said.

But she tightened her grip on my free hand and tugged me back down. When I looked at her with surprise, she smiled.

"You got your turn to talk. Don't I get a turn?"


[Brittany's POV]

She smiled slightly and settled back into the seat. I reached across and pulled her other hand back into my grasp.

"Did you not notice the fact that I am sitting here, holding your hands?"

"I mean, yeah, I did. But I thought you were just trying to make me feel better."

"Santana, I was trying to make you feel better, because I want to forgive you."

She gave me a quizzical look. "You're forgiving me? For everything?" She asked.

I smiled back.

"Santana, you're all I've been able to think about, too. And that's after only having known each other for a few days. I have been obsessively checking my phone, checking the door at both the studio and the bar, hoping that you'd show up to talk to me. I have been ready to forgive you at the drop of a hat, I just needed you to apologize. And you have."

"I… I don't know what to say…" Santana said, quietly.

"You don't have to say anything," I said smiling, reaching up to the back of her neck, and pulling her in for a deep, sensual kiss. "That said it all," I whispered when she we reluctantly pulled apart.

She pulled her arm around the back of my shoulder and pulled me in again, tangling her free hand in my blond hair as she kissed me longer, more intensely than before. "Then I want to keep saying more," she said, with a slight giggle, kissing me yet again.

I sighed as our lips separated, so content with the feeling of being wrapped up into each other.


[Santana's POV]

"Britt, can I ask you out on a real date now?"

She blushed slightly. "You can ask, sure. I can't guarantee you'll like the answer," she said, coyly.

"Hmmm… well, I'll have to take my chances. Brittany Pierce, will you go dancing with me tonight? We could go back to Route 86 for the night."

She smiled and squeezed my hand slightly. "I'd love to, Santana Lopez."

As she said 'yes,' she leaned in and placed a hand on my cheek, kissing me lightly. As she pulled away, she whispered softly, "Maybe you can tell Puck to get lost now. I'd hate for him to ruin the rest of the night, too." She chuckled at herself at the end her sentence.

"Ahh… good call." I placed another kiss on her soft lips before hopping out of the car and walking over to Puck's truck to tell him to get out of there.

"Puckerman, I owe you, and I want to kill you, all at once. Either way, I don't want to see you again til tomorrow. Get outta here. I think I've got a ride home now," I said, winking.

He smiled back at me, nodding as he pulled carefully out of the parking spot and back onto the main road. I sauntered back to Brittany's car, trying to put on the sexiest smile I could muster as I got back into the car.

"Route 86, sexy?" I asked.

She smiled, took my hand in her right hand, and pulled out towards our dancing destination.