Britts POV
*a few days later*
So here i am. Sat in some coffee shop alone with my thoughts and broken heart.
I sit people watching when I notice Santana and Quinn walk in. Quinn's great don't get me wro.....HANG ON!
Her and Santana are holding hands not like friendship hold hands but the whole fingers interlocked way.
She smiles and waves at me. I just sit there staring blankly at her. How can she do this?! She knows what my feelings for Santana are.
Her and Santana come over and sit down opposite me.
"Hey" me and Quinn say to each other.
I smile politely and small talk before
"Quinn can we talk? Alone" I ask
"Sure. Be right back" she kisses Santanas cheek then follow me to a corner of the coffee shop.
"So what's up" she asks so casually
Oh you know you just stole my sole mate. No biggie
I grab Quinn by the collar of her jacket and pin her against the wall.
"WHAT THE HELL QUINN?! STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM SANTANA! MY FUTURE WIFE" I spit at her.
I let her go and storm out before she can say anything else and before Santana and question what's happening.
I run as fast as my legs can carry me to a hidden lake and sit down in the spot where your fair away from the busy streets of New York and you can hear all the birds and stuff.
I starts to rain yet again and I sit there on the grass listing to it fall around me.
A few hours must have pasted when out of nowhere a coat is placed around my shoulders.
"I'm fine. Thanks but I'm not homeless I don't need your pity" I say
"Pity? Britt this isn't pity this is because I care about you" the women speaks
I turn and look up and smile
"Santana"
"Brittany"
I stand up to face her. Our eyes lock together and I feel her arms drape around my neck. My arms are tightly around her waist.
"Brit-" she starts
Before she can say anything else I press my lips against hers.
I swear when we kiss the whole world stops. Like I couldn't care less about the rain drenching my clothes or being frozen down to the bone. All I care about is her lips against mine.
We stand as the rain falls around us kissing. We must look like those couples in cheesy romance movies but I don't care I have Santana back in my arms again and this time I'm not letting her go .
