I Still Think About It. *Brittana*

"I will always love you the most." The last words she had ever said to the small, perky, slightly ditsy blonde who had a death grip on the ice queen's heart rang throughout her head like a gun shot.
Of course she had meant it when she uttered those bittersweet words. She, Santana Lopez would always love Brittany S. Pierce more than anyone should ever love another person.
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"Shake it off Snix, what the hell is wrong with you?" The fire eyed Latina mumbled to herself hoping Rachel wouldn't notice how she's been switching radio stations every block. It was hard to avoid anything that could bring her back to Lima, back to Brittany, but it was the only option for the time being.
Leaving Lima, Ohio to embark on a new journey to New York was something Santana had never even dreamed of as a little girl. Of course, that seemed to be the trend lately: Everything she never imagined, coming true. New York, Being gay, Living with Rachel and Lady Hummel, Brittany. No, she never imagined Brittany. That small happy-go-lucky dancer was something that surpassed even Santana's wildest imaginations of something pure. Something solely her's.
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"Santana, leave the radio alone! Good God, you haven't settled on one station in all of Fourty-five minutes. It's getting annoying." Rachel snapped from the driver's seat of the car.

"Shut your mouth, dwarf. I wouldn't have to change it if they actually played decent music." Santana fired back with acid, hoping to conceal the real reason behind her indecisiveness. So as the dwarf had requested, she left well enough alone.

"I left out in a cloud of tail lights and dust
Swore I wasn't coming back
Said I'd had enough."

"Saw you in the rearview mirror standing
Fading from my life
But I wasn't turning 'round
No not this time."

The male voice on the radio crooned, unintentionally capturing Santana's attention.

"But don't think I don't think about it
Don't think I don't have regrets.
Don't think it don't get to me
Between the work, and the hurt and the whiskey."

"Don't think I don't wonder 'bout could've been, should've been all worked out.
Well I know what I felt and I know what I said
But don't think I don't think about it."

Santana stared at the window in a feeble attempt to halt the tears threatening to spill from her warm brown orbs.

"When we make choices we gotta live with them.
I heard you found a real good man and you married him.
I wonder sometimes if I cross your mind.
Where would we be today
If I never drove that car away?"

"Don't think I don't think about it.
Don't think I don't have regrets
Don't think it don't get to me
Between the work, and the hurt and the whiskey."

"Don't think I don't wonder 'bout
Could've been, should've been all worked out.
Well I know what felt and I know what I said
But don't think I don't think about it."

"Don't think I don't think about it."

"But don't think I don't think about it. Don't think I don't have regrets.
Don't think it don't get to me
Between the work, and the hurt and the whiskey."

"Don't think I don't wonder 'bout
Could've been, should've been all worked out.
I know what I felt and I know what I said.
But don't think I don't think about it."

"No no."

"Don't think I don't..."

"Don't think I don't..."

The song finished and the ice queen tried to wipe away the falling tears without being seen by the dwarf next to her or Lady Hummel in the back seat. She cleared her voice until she could speak without her pain being detected by the nosy passengers.

"Can you pull over? I have something I need to do."

"Santana, I asked if you had to pee thirty miles back." Kurt added annoyed while Rachel pulled the car to the side of the road.
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•Riiing, Riiiing•

"Hey, you've got Brittany and Mr. Tubbington!" The blonde chirped answering her phone.

"Britt, I made a huge mistake. I'm sorry. I love you." Santana broke down for the only one who ever reached her emotions.

"San, baby, come home." Brittany requested quietly to the girl she's been broken up over for the past six months.

"Britt, open the door."