Honey, No Regrets

Mercy

"So I was thinking we sneak out right after your speech at the video release party," Stella said while typing away at her laptop. "What do you think?"

When she didn't receive a response, she glanced up from her computer.

"San?" Still nothing."Santana, sweetie, seriously?" She said with a little more tone in her voice.

"Huh?" Santana lifted her head from the pillow. She looked at the opposite side of the room to where Stella was sitting on the other couch. "I'm sorry, what were you saying?"

"The video release party.." Stella said, shaking her head and turning her attention back to her laptop. "I thought we could dip out a little early, you know? Do some celebrating of our own." She said, wiggling her brows.

"Oh geez, Stells, I wish I could, but after we launch the video, I have a ton of interviews that Quinn's already committed me to."

After a bit of silence, Santana laid her head back on the plush pillow and stared back at the ceiling.

Then another mumble.

"Jesus, San, are you even listening?"

Santana snapped her head back up. "I'm sorry, what?"

Stella rolled her eyes."What's going on in that head of yours right now?" She groaned.

Santana sat up. "You know what, I'm probably just a little stir crazy right now; I think I need to go for a run or something."

"What- now?" Stella's brow furrowed. "It's 8 o'clock, and the paparazzi are going to be in a frenzy this close to the release date."

It had been three weeks and three days since Santana and Brittany kissed in the dance studio. It had been three weeks since they shot the video. It had been two weeks and six days since Santana told Brittany that she couldn't see her anymore. It had been two weeks, six days, and twenty-three hours since Santana walked away from Brittany on the wrap day of the video shoot. Two weeks six days, twenty-three hours since she had last seen Brittany. It had been one second since the last time Santana thought about Brittany. She wasn't counting or anything. She's just been lying around her LA penthouse, depressed for entirely different reasons. Not because of the ex-girlfriend who forced her way back into her life again. Nope, it had nothing to do with the blonde. The beautiful blonde, the blonde that knew her so well, the blonde that knew just the way to make her feel better. The blonde that- no, she wasn't going to start down this rabbit hole again.

"Yeah, well.." Santana leaned over, tying her running shoes by the front door. "I need to get out and do something before I go crazy."

"Well, hold on then; I'll come with you." Stella put her laptop to the side.

"No, no, you've got work to do. I know you're busy; let me get out of your hair."

"It's no problem at all, San, just let me-" Santana opened the front door.

"Stells, it's okay. Are you going to be here when I get back?" Santana asked.

"Probably not; I have a midterm in the morning. I'm just going to finish up this paper and then head home."

Santana shut the door and jogged up to Stella's side. "Alright then, I'll see you tomorrow?" She said while leaning down to kiss her cheek.

"Yeah, I-" Stella started, but Santana was already gone. "Can't wait.." She stared at the already closed door.

xx

"I'm coming, I'm coming.." Santana could hear on the other side of the door as she knocked impatiently.