Santana curses as the door shrieks open. She softly closes the frontdoor and leans against the wall to take off her shoes. She tripples over to the livingroom and glances inside. There is no light burning. She softly sighs in relief.

Brittany's sleeping already.

She shuffles into the livingroom on her socks and looks at the clock, 1am.

Suddenly she screams as a bureau lamp switches on and the chair turns around.

"You're late. Again."

Santana internally curses. Brittany is looking at her with an angry frown on her face. She does not look amused and Santana knows her excuses aren't gonna work this time.

"Britt ..." Santana starts, but Brittany cuts her off.

"I don't even want to hear it, Santana. You promised me you would be home on time today, as you did for the last couple of days actually. You broke our promise. Again."

Santana sighs. She knows Brittany is right. She has been coming home late a lot recently, and Brittany hates it. Especially when Santana promises her everytime after their make-up sex that she will never be home late again. Which still happens.

Obviously.

Brittany sighs and stands up. "I'm going to bed."

"We .. We're not gonna talk about this?" Santana frowns.

"I don't feel like fighting right now, San. I'm just too tired."

"But, I .."

"No, Santana. Have fun sleeping on the couch tonight."

Santana gasps ''What ..? Are you serious? Britt! Don't walk away from me!''

The blonde doesn't turn around and Santana sighs.

I guess it's another night on the couch ..

The next morning Brittany wakes up in a cold, empty bed. She remembers last night and closes her eyes again. She's getting so tired of these stupid fights.

She quickly snoozes her alarm clock and throws the blanket off of her. She shivers. The cold winter air comes sneaking in trough the window. She gets up and closes the drapes.

Suddenly she frowns and pulls up her nose. She smells something. It smells like ... Pancakes.

Brittany doesn't even bother to put on decent clothes, she opens the door and runs downstairs. Standing in the kitchen doorway, she sees Santana placing a plate with pancakes onto a tray, with coffee and flowers on it.

Shit, Brittany thinks. She was going to bring me breakfast in bed.

She considers the option of running back upstairs, lying in bed and acting like she hadn't seen anything, but meanwhile Santana has noticed her already.

''What are you doing, San?''

Santana smiles shyly ''I uh .. I wanted to make you breakfast in bed because I know how much you like that but, uh .. You're already here so ...I guess my plan kinda failed.''

Brittany can't help but to smile. Santana could be a real pain in the ass sometimes, but she was worth it. She has her sweet moments too.

''Thanks, Santana. You didn't have to do that ..''

''Yes I did, Britt.'' she walks over to the blonde and takes her hands between her own. ''I'm sorry for last night, babe. I know I'm letting you down a lot nowadays but ..I'm going to make it up to you. I promise.''

Brittany sighs ''I really, really want to believe you ..''

''And you should! I know I have said this before but I really am serious. I'll be home early, we can eat dinner together .. See a movie or ... Something..'' she smirks at Brittany and the girl grins.

''I hate you'' she laughs, and pulls Santana closer for a quick kiss.

''Now ...'' Santana continues ''Pancakes, Mrs. Lopez?''

Brittany chuckles ''Oh how I love it when you call me that ..'' she says sarcastically, and she picks up the tray and walks to the diningroom.

"So ..What are the plans for today? '' Brittany asks, stuffing her mouth full of pancake.

Santana laughs ''All yours babe. I've got a day off, so ..''

She smiles and kisses some sugar of her wife's lips. ''What about you?"

''Oh .. I uh .. I have to work but .. I'll be home around 4-ish ..''

Santana frowns ''I took a day off for you, Britt. You know I'll have to work double speed on monday to catch up with the work ..''

Brittany sighs and opens her mouth to speak, but Santana continues talking. ''And now I have a day off, and you're not home?"

San!" Brittany finally interrupts her. ''You didn't tell me you were taking a day off so how the hell should I have known? I'm not psychic, am I?"

"I just wanted to spend the day with you, is that too much to ask?''

''I'm sorry, Santana. But I have to go, I have a tour coming up, remember? I can't just drop everything for you, I still have a whole choreography to teach.''

Santana sighs ''Fine .. I'll just get some paperwork done at home, I guess.''

''Great.'' Brittany picks up a pancake and stuffs it in her mouth.

''I hwave to gwo.'' she mumbles as she stands up. Santana hints a smile at her and the blonde walks out of the room. She walks upstairs to the bedroom and opens the closet.

As she's searching for her sweatpants, she notices Santana standing in the doorway. She looks up.

''You need something?''

Santana shakes her head. ''No .. I just .. uhm, good luck today.''

''Yeah'' Brittany hints a smile at her ''Thanks''

Santana nods and turns around, walking out of the room.

Brittany watches her leave and sighs.

It's been like this for quite some time now.

It's like they barely have anything to say to eachother anymore.

They fight, they make out, they fight again.

It's just .. Too much.

Brittany changes into some jeans and t-shirt, and throws her gym clothes in a bag. She sprints downstairs and glances around the corner of the livingroom. Santana is sitting at her desk, bended over some papers. She's wearing her glasses and her bureau lamp is switched on.

Brittany bites her lip and watches her wife for a while. She still remembers what it felt like in the beginning, when they were so in love, and they would just simply do anything to make eachother happy.

That's gone now .. That feeling..

She misses it though.

Brittany walks over to Santana and stands behind her. She doesn't notice it at first, but looks up and smiles as Brittany pecks her on the cheek.

''I'll be back around 4'' the blonde whispers, and Santana quickly kisses her.

''Okay, I'll be here.''

Brittany smiles and runs a hand through the latina's dark hair.

Then she turns around and walks to out of the room. In the doorway, she glances over her shoulder and smiles.

She's gonna fix this.

As Brittany is trying to teach her group of morons a dance routine, Santana is trying to focus on her work. But her thoughts always spin back to Brittany.

She really has to get herself together if she wants to save this marriage. But sometimes she just doesn't know if it can still be fixed ..

Somewhere along the way they lost eachother, and they just don't seem to be able to catch up with eachother.

Maybe we could use a break, Santana thinks. But like, a break together. A holiday. Not like a break up.

Because she cannot handle that again.

And the fact that she's not always there for Brittany is not because she's cheating on her, or that she doesn't love her anymore. Because she does. Ridiculously much, actually. But it's just that the work is taking all of her time, and when she gets home, all they do is fight.

Geez, Santana thinks. Almost sounds like a straight relationship. The only thing that's missing is Santana working 9 to 5, telling her wife she has to work over hours and then sit in a bar flirting with the bartender until 3am.

It's not that bad.

Yet.

She was so lost in thoughts that she didn't even notice the frontdoor open. She suddenly becomes aware of footsteps and noise in the hall and gets up from her desk.

Has she sat here all day?

She stretches her arms and her back and walks into the hall. Brittany's trying to take off her coat, but it seems like she got stuck somewhere.

Santana smiles and walks over to her wife, helping her with the coat. Brittany hints a smile at her.

''Thanks. ''

Santana smiles awkwardly. ''No problem..''

They walk into the livingroom and Santana sits down on the edge of the sofa as Brittany lies down fully stretched out on the couch.

''So ..'' Santana begins. ''What do you wanna do?''

Brittany sighs ''Right now I just want to sleep, honestly. Mike is still on his honeymoon so I was alone today, and the choreography is extremely hard, especially for those kids. I'm kind of exhausted..''

Santana nods ''Okay ..You mind if I come lay with you?'' The blonde opens her eyes, looks at her, and softly shakes her head.

''No, no ofcourse not..''

Santana smiles and Brittany shuffles a bit to the side, so Santana can lay beside her. She wraps her arm around the girl's shoulders and pulls her closer.
''You want to sleep?'' She whispers, and she feels Brittany nod.

''Okay..'' Santana smiles to herself.
''Then we'll just sleep ..'' She says quietly, and not much later, she closes her eyes.

Santana wakes up, feeling fingers strike through her long hair. She opens her eyes and looks at Brittany. She's still sound asleep.

It had actually been a while since they have like litterally "slept together. ''

But Santana can't deny that she really likes this feeling. She almost forgot how adorable Brittany looks when she's sleeping, and how the girl's breathing can calm her down when she can't sleep. Santana smiles as Brittany wiggles a bit and holds her tighter.

Santana watches the blonde sleep for a while until she slowly opens her eyes. ''Hey ...'' she whispers.

''What time is it..?'' Brittany's voice sounds tired and raspy.

Santana smiles at her and glances at the clock. ''Dinner time. It's almost 7.30.''

Brittany frowns sleepily ''I slept for more than three hours? How long have you been up?''

Santana nods ''Yeah.. You were pretty out of it, and I don't know, maybe two hours or so.''

''You've been awake for two hours just staring at me?''

Santana chuckles ''That sounds so creepy''

''It is ..'' Brittany smiles sweetly ''But it's kinda cute.''

Santana smiles goofily ''You hungry, babe?''

Brittany bites her lip and smiles.

''Always.''

After Santana had insisted on cooking, they were sat at the dinnertable. It's quiet in the room.

Santana clears her troath. ''Britt?''

''Myeah..?'' The blonde looks up at her wife. ''What's up?''

Santana bites her lip. ''Uh ..I don't really know how to say this ..'

''San.. You're scaring me..''

Santana chuckles ''Oh no, you don't have to be scared.''

''Then what is it?''

''Oh it's just ..Uh, it's nothing just .. Nevermind.''

''No, tell me.''

''Okay .. Well, we've been married for almost three years now, but .. We've never really discussed having kids .. Or .. something..''

Brittany frowns ''You want kids?''

''I .. I don't know.. We don't have to talk about it right now..''

The blonde nods and rolls some pasta on her fork.

''But if you do want kids then..'' Santana begins, but Brittany cuts her off.

''Babe. You know I love you, and ofcourse I want kids, I love them. But you're already barely home, you're never going to be there for them.''

''No, I .. - ''

'' - Santana, I'm just trying to be real here. Remember that one time we got a dog? It was your idea, and yet I was the one who constantly had to take care of her because you didn't have time.''

Santana bites her lip. ''Yeah .. I remember ..'' she mumbles ''But you can't compare that, Britt. That was a completely different situation you .. - ''

'' - No.'' Brittany interrupts her again. ''A dog is practically the same thing as a kid. It needs your attention 99% of the time, you have to feed it, take care of it ..''

Santana nods and stands up from the table. ''Just forget it ..''

''San. We're in the middle of a conversation here.''

''Not anymore ..'' She picks up her plate, turns around and walks to the kitchen.

Brittany sighs and puts some pasta in her mouth.

It's cold.