"Why can't you be around Sam?" Britt asks
Has she really forgotten or is she just tying to hide the fact she cheated on me from her mom.
"Brittany you know why"
"I do?"
"Don't play dumb with me please"
She stands looking at me confused
"Senior year...last week....locker...empty history room" I start listing
She shakes her head "i honesty don't remember"
"Empty history room?" Mrs p asks
"Not what you think..I promise" I say looking over at her.
I look up into Britts eyes. She looks back at me and I suddenly notice her eyes change a little which I know means she understands what I'm talking about.
"Hey I know that look. Your lying to me" I step back a little
"I'm not lying"
"Britt please I don't want to fight with you anymore. You know why I can't see Sam." I plead
"Will somebody please tell me what's going on" Mrs P demands
"If you won't tell her I will"
"Nothing happened mom" she turns to look at her mom
I stand there with my mouth slightly open in shock. "W-what?!"
She turns back to me "it was nearly two years ago Santana"
"It could have been five years ago for all I care. Why are you doing this? I though we were going to be honest from now on. I though all this childish stuff had stopped. I though you finally grew up after a extra year at high school"
"Don't bring the fact I didn't graduate into this"she snaps
"Well maybe if you had told me about that sooner I could have helped you and maybe you would have graduated with me. But no you hooked up with Sam freaking Evans instead."
"Brittany you slept with Sam?" Her mom asks
"Oh Thats great So your mom didn't know. What else are you hiding from her Britt?" I ask
"I'm not hiding anything" she begs looking at her mom then me.
"Is there anything your hiding from me? Like the fact you were going to hide the whole Sam thing from me"
"I was going to tell you"
"When? After we had moved in together? Married? Dead?" I question
"I should leave and let you two figure things out" Mrs P says out of no where
"Mrs P stay please...I need a witness and I would love to see what else she hasn't told you about us" I say calmly
"I really don't want to fight with my future wife San"
"Are you sure you want to marry me and not Sam" i ask in frustration
"Oh okay now who's being childish?" she asks
"Whatever Brittany. I'm going home"
"Home? As in New York? Or home as in here here you know you live at the moment?"
"I mean my parents house" I snap and walk back through the house and out to the street
