"You need to go, run, get far away from here."
"Where will I go? What will I do? I don't want to be by myself,"
"I'm afraid I can no longer be of assistance to you."
With that he was gone.
Off into the distance...
Three Days Earlier...
I got to my apartment as fast as I could.
"Hey, Santana, slow down.
What's the rush?" Sam asked looking up from his cellphone.
"Uh-..." I paused, trying to think of the right words to say so he wouldn't start asking questions. "Brittany's boyfriend just broke up with her and she needs her best friend, so I'm going to spend a few days over there." I explained as I opened the closet doors and ripped four pairs of jeans off of the rack.
"Oh, Okay!" He paused. "Uh- when will you be back exactly?"
"I don't know yet. I'll let you know later though." I frantically looked through my drawers searching for clothing.
"Sounds good!"
He stood up from the couch and walked over towards me and placed a gentle kiss to my cheek.
"I'll talk to you later!" I said running out the door slamming it shut behind me.
I need to think. Where am I going to go? Who should I trust, or even can trust for that matter...
I put my duffle bag in the back seat of my car and hopped into the driver's seat.
I figured I should see Brittany, I know I can trust her.
I pull up to Brittany's apartment complex.
My head is just a big mess, trying to figure out what I should tell her without getting her too involved.
"Hey Santana!" Brittany shouts waving my way on the other side of the glass.
"Shit..." I mutter, I roll down my window. "Hey!"
"What are doing here?" She asks with a smile.
"I came to see you actually."
"Oh, do you want to go to the apartment?"
"Yeah."
We walk up two flights of stairs then finally arrive at Brittany's.
"Excuse the mess." She says entering her apartment.
"It's fine, no worries." I tell her entering the apartment.
"I'll be right back." Brittany says diving into the kitchen.
"Okay."
Brittany's apartment was nice, good size, nice view...
She pops her head out of the kitchen, and stops my train of thought, "Coffee?"
"Sure, thanks."
I look down to my hands, they're shaking I uncontrollably. I don't think I've ever been this nervous. Especially around Brittany.
She comes out of the kitchen with two mugs in her hands. "Here you go!" Brittany then seats her self onto her couch.
"Thank you." I grab the mug and sit beside her.
"So what's going on Santana?"
"It's kind of a long story."
"I've got time." She grins.
"Alright." I take a long sip from the mug and continue.
