Santana's sitting in a club in New York when she gets the call. Her phone rings from inside the clutch, resting on the table. Glancing at the screen she doesn't recognize the number but she answers it anyways. Sliding the bar across the touch pad, she puts the phone up to her ear.

"Hello?" She speaks into her iPhone.

"Hi." A soft, familiar voice answers back. It's too loud in the club to hear too well but something about the voice is putting her on edge.

"Who is this?" She asks. The person on the other end doesn't respond for a few moments. "If you don't tell me, I'm hanging up."

"Santana…" They trail off, their voice even softer than before. Possibly a hint of sadness but it's too hard to tell.

"Who is this?" Santana demands. The way they say her name grabs her attention into knowing who the caller is.

"Brittany." She answers. Santana freezes. The phone is still being held to her ear. "Are you there? San?" Hearing that nickname come from those lips makes her eyes close and breathing stop. It's too much.

"H-hang on." She manages to push out. Sliding out from the rounded booth, Santana quickly makes her way outside. The breeze is surprising to her warm skin but feels nice compared to the heat inside. The blonde on the other end seems to have notice the difference in noise because she starts talking again.

"Hey." Brittany greets again, Santana can practically see the smile grazing her face.

"Hi." She replies shortly, not trusting her voice.

"How've you been?" Brittany asks casually. Santana's rage bubbles over at the question. Is she seriously asking me how I'm doing?

"I've been just great, Brittany. Fantastic." She spits out. Santana knows she's being harsh, but she can't control herself. Leaning her body against the brick wall, she tries to compose her anger.

"San…I'm so sorry…" Her voice wavers and cracks a little at the end, and Santana knows those are the telltale signs of her crying. She softens a bit but not nearly enough to let her guard down.

"Yeah. Too late for that now, don't you think? Is that all you wanted to say? Sorry? After 4 years? You promised that we would be together forever." Brittany doesn't respond for moment so Santana almost lets her mind drift back to the time Brittany said those words, but she stops herself from unlocking those memories she kept tucked away to spare herself from heartbreak. She still hasn't answered, so she thinks that maybe she hung up. Pushing off the wall, Santana brushes her fingers through her dark brown locks and pulls the phone away from her ear. She checks the screen, but the call is still in progress. Finally she hears her whisper a response.

"No…I just want to be friends again. I miss having my best friend." Santana scoffs at her request. "I know and I'm sorry." She adds quietly, referring to her promise of being together forever. She clenches her jaw to keep from saying anything she'll regret. It's been so long since she's heard her voice and as much as it pains her to admit it she misses her back. So instead Santana just chuckles bitterly.

"Well sorry, Brittany, but I don't think we can just start going back to that now." Does she think that you can just fall back into being friends after the history you've had together?

"Please...I miss you so much." Brittany's crying again.

"Yeah? Then why did you leave?" Her tone has lost the edge but remains firm and hard. She knows that it's going to take a while for her to come up with a response.

"I-I don't know." Brittany confesses. Santana's secretly waiting to hear that the blonde wants her back and that she made a huge mistake, but after waiting for her to continue, she doesn't. She takes a deep breath and hopes her voice doesn't show her disappointment.

"Is that all?"

"Santana…" Brittany pleads, she's glad she can't see her or else she probably would've broken down. However, she holds her resolve as much as it pains her.

"Look, if the only reason you called is to tell me that you miss me and want to be friends, then I'm sorry I wasted your time because it's not going to happen." Santana explains.

After a few tense seconds, Santana hears a sigh on the other end. She's ready to hang up and forget that this call ever happened but Brittany's voice comes through, gentle and soft.

"Look, there is a reason I called is…I'm getting married." Santana's heart constricts and there's a gut wrenching feeling in her stomach. She immediately feels the need to kill her fiancé. No one is good enough for Brittany. Her Brittany. Or at least she used to be hers. She should have seen this coming. Of course she would move on. While she was wallowing in sadness, Brittany was out meeting someone and forgetting about her.

"And why the fuck did you feel the need to call and tell me? Want to rub it in my face? Cause congratulations, I'm happy for you." Santana knows she would never purposely do, that but she's hurt. The words just fall out of her mouth.

"No, Santana." She still has a kind tone even though she's been nothing but mean and forceful towards her. "I want you to be my Maid of honor." The brunette doesn't know what to say. A million thoughts are rushing through her head. It would make sense if they had stayed friends, and if Santana was supportive of their marriage. Of course they hadn't, and she wasn't.

"Can't you find someone else?" Santana asks plainly, dropping her head and looking down the busy New York street.

"I could, but I only want you." Brittany's answer makes her want to melt but she knows that she can't let herself fall back into her. She lets out a short laugh. She's got to wonder if her fiancé knows she's bisexual and if he knows about her.

"Does your fiancé know about our…past?" Santana asks, genuinely curious if Brittany told him.

"No…he only knows that we're best friends." She replies in a small voice.

"We used to be best friends." Santana corrects coldly.

"San-"

"You know what? It doesn't matter. So sorry to disappoint but I'm not going to do it."

"San, please. I need you." Brittany pleads. Santana has some satisfaction that after all this time she still needs her. She thinks it over for a moment but realizes it's not the best time to make her decision. Anger and jealousy is coursing through her veins more than the alcohol is right now, and that's not a good mix.

"Look, I'm busy right now. I'll text you with my answer tomorrow."

"Okay!" Her tone has brightened considerably, almost as if she had said yes.

"K. I have to go." Santana replies shortly.

"Bye San." There's a silent pause. "I love you." Her voice wavers in anticipation. She can't even process what Brittany just said. After she left, Santana would've done anything to hear those words come from her mouth one more time. It's not the same anymore. Now that she hears them, it's like she's frozen.

"I-I…" Santana stutter uselessly. She's been the only person that's made her ever do that. She's the only one that's been able to render her speechless and stumbling over her words. Unable to say something, Santana just pulls the phone from your ear and quickly presses the End Call box at the bottom of the screen. Staring at her phone for a moment, she resists the urge to just hurl it into the street. So instead she shoves it back in her purse and walks back into the club.

When she plops back down into the booth, Quinn leans over and yells into her ear,

"What was that about?" She can say a lot of things about what just happened. Instead, she gives her an answer that explains everything.

"Brittany." Santana responds simply. She says it quietly but the way Quinn is looking at her, Santana knows she heard loud and clear.

"Oh shit." She covers her hand over her mouth, and her eyes widen in shock. "And?"

"Can we talk about this later? I need a drink." She sighs, feeling drained of her emotions. Quinn understands, and immediately signals a waiter to the table. She starts ordering drinks and Santana zones out, trying to contemplate what she's going to do. Vaguely, she hears Quinn telling him to make sure she always have a drink in front of her. Santana is so grateful for her right now.

When the drinks come, and keep coming, she tosses back the alcohol like its water. And for once, Quinn doesn't try to stop her. She doesn't say that she's going to regret it later, she doesn't say that she's going to embarrass herself, she just watches with caring, hazel eyes as Santana drowns out what just transpired between her and the woman she once loved.

A/N: It's short, but I wanted to see if people liked it. So if you did, please review and I'll be sure to continue. :) Also if anyone is a beta-reader and would like to do that, please P.M. me about it.