Hey everyone! If you are here I want to first thank you for giving this story a chance. These first few chapters are going to be kind of short and not lot of action because they are mainly around to set up the story. Please give it a chance. Pairings will be Brittana and Quick. There were also be some Puck/Brittany and Quintana friendship. Other characters will likely make appearances. I'm trying to stay at least two chapters ahead of posting so that I have the motivation to continue on. I don't think this story will be super long (between ten and twenty chapters I would guess). Anyway, I'm rambling. If you are here you're already awesome in my eyes. Thanks for giving it a chance.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or anything in relation to it except my copies of the seasons on DVD. I also don't own the state of California or Lima or a badass car like Santana has. But I do own the thoughts in my head-no matter how spastic or unrealistic they be.

Santana Lopez fidgeted around in her oversized purse for what seemed like hours before the ungodly red door slid open revealing impossbly long tan legs in inpossibly short jean shorts. "I told you a smaller purse is in order, Santana. Then you might not have just stood on my porch for the last three minutes digging."

"The purse isn't the problem; it's all the shit I carry," Santana remarked as she pushed her way past her girlfriend into the small house. "Hey babe," she added once she had tossed her purse down in the entryway and slid her flip-flops off. "So what are you thinking for dinner? Sushi? Italian? There's this new Thai place off of-"

"Actually, about that...I need to talk to you."

"We can talk over dinner. I'm starving. So go get your keys and let's go. I wants to get my eats on."

"Santana, I really think we should talk first."

Noticing the no-bullshit tone, Santana gave up on leaving the house any time soon and gestured toward the couch in the living room. Once she had taken her seat on the left side, she waited to see what was going on. "What's going on, Amanda?" Santana asked when a full minute passed without a word from the leggy brunette.

"On a scale of one to ten how would you rate our relationship?"

It was not what Santana had been expecting. Well, sure, she didn't really know what to expect, but that was definitely not it. Leaning back in the cushions, Santana took a second to observe the actions of her girlfried. Two years of dating and nearly three years of friendship before that made Santana pretty literate in the workings of Amanda. And yet, Santana didn't know how to intrepret the way Amanda kept her head down. It almost seemed as if she was fascinated by the way her toes picked away at the carpet.

Nerves. That's the analysis Santana made. Her girlfriend was nervous. But why?

"You know I love you, Manda, right? If you somehow got it into that pretty little head of yours that I want to break up, you're dead wrong."

"Will you just answer the question, Santana?" Amanda snapped back.

A tiny vocano of anger errupted in Santana's gut, but she pushed it back down knowing that a fight was not in order for such a small remark. "I guess I would say an eight. Why?"

"Eight? Really? Amanda finally made eye contact. The intensity in the grey eyes forced Santana to flinch. Never had the Latina seen those eyes so cold.

"What were you expectng? Ten?"

"No, Santana. I was expecting you to see how terribly wrong we are for each other." For the second time that day Amanda had surprised Santana with her words. And it was something that didn't happen often. Santana grew increasingly uncomfortable.

After a puase Amanda began to clarify. "I would have rated us a four." Santana felt her insides begin to churn. Is this really happening? Is she seriously about to break up with me? Santana thought to herself. "I mean we aren't even the same people we once were. Do you remember when we first got together how we couldn't keep our hands off each other? We were crazy for each other."

Santana did remember. As she listened to her girlfriend's questions the memories came flooding back. All the times they had disappeared into bathroom stalls at group dinners. The times when they would call the other one in the middle of the night for phone sex; it all came back in a rush.

"Do you?" Amanda asked, breaking Santana from the world inside her head.

"Wh-what?" She mumbled as she tried to clear her mind.

"Wheren't you listening, Santana?" The Latina chose not to answer. "God! You see this is the problem with you! You don't even listen to me anymore."

Santana's cheeks heated up with a whole new kind of emotion. "Well sorry if I don't want to listen to you piss all over our relationship! Get to the point already! I know where this is headed."

Amanda scooted a little away as she gathered her thoughts. Santana did her part to calm the beast inside of her, but she just couldn't hide her temper away altogether. "We used to love each other so much. We don't have that anymore..." Amanda trailed off as she watched the fire in Santana's eyes sizzle out.

"Our love has changed—evolved," Santana mumbled as she fought back against her body's need for release. "Just because we don't always want to jump each others' bones doesn't mean we don't

love each other."

"Maybe for you, Santana. But I don't love you anymore."

"What?" Santana wanted to make sure she had heard right.

"I don't love you anymore, Santana. In fact, I'm not sure I ever loved you. And I don't think you have ever loved me, for that matter."

"Don't!" Santana commanded. "Don't you dare play this off like it was some fun little experiment. We had feelings. I...I had feelings."

"I'm sorry. I just don't think we should be together anymore."

Santana leaned back against the cushions and forced all the sadness down. As soon as it had receeded to the dark corners of her mind the anger found its place again on her sharp tongue. "Why? So you can go back to having heated sex all the time? If you like sex so much maybe it's time you become a prostitute. God knows your trashy enough to work on the streets. Not that I would ever purchase a slut like you. The only reason I ever even started dating you was because I was bored."

"You don't mean that...any of it."

"Oh, is that right? You know what? Fuck this. I'm out of here." Santana stood up and grabbed her purse, purposefully smacking it against Amanda's face as she stormed past. "I hope you are very happy by yourself."

"I won't be by myself!"

Santana had her hand on the doorknob, but Amanda's declaration froze her in place. "You cheated on me, didn't you?" she asked without turning to face the girl that was breaking her heart.

"I wasn't going to tell you," Amanda whispered. "I'm sorry."

"How long?"

"What?"

"How. Long. Have. You. Been. Cheating."

"A couple months." Santana threw open the door and slammed it shut before her girlfriend—ex-girlfriend-could see her crumble into a million tiny pieces. She ran quickly to her car before breaking down in a fit of tears.

So like I said. First few chapters are kinda short. I promise it gets better. Shoot me a review if you would like to tell me something. If not, I hope to see you back for the next chapter :) Quinn will be in that one.