Hey guys, here's the sequel. I didn't get a chance to go over the grammar because I have work in 15 minutes, but I wanted to give this to you guys, now. I hope you enjoy it :)

"Why? Why don't you want me to stay?" Santana sobs into Brittany's shoulder.

"Because you promised me that you would go no matter what happened to me. And you are not going to give up your dreams for me." Brittany starts rubbing circles on Santana's back. "It's not like I'm going to be gone forever, baby. I already called Dave and he said as long as I'm there by next semester, my scholarship is still on the plate. I'll be back before you know it, but for now, I need to be with my dad and you need to be out there. Please, don't make this harder than it already is."

"Do you promise?" Santana asks, her grip tightening on Brittany's shoulders as she continues crying.

"I promise you, Santana," Brittany starts, "I will be in California with you; just not now. I will find my way back to you."

And with that, Brittany lifts Santana's chin and places a gentle kiss on her lips.

"This isn't 'Goodbye', okay?" Brittany waits for Santana to nod before continuing, "I love you so much; and I miss you already."

Monday; August 20, 2012.

It's been three weeks; three weeks since Santana has seen Brittany face to face and in person. It's driving her insane. College without Brittany was horrible. Not to mention that Skype and FaceTime just weren't enough to keep a smile on the Latina's face for more than an hour. And ever since Santana stepped foot on that airplane, she felt like she was letting Brittany down. She felt like she should be standing there with Brittany and supporting Teddy to recovery; but here she sits in her Anatomy & Physiology class, tapping her pen furiously against the table, because she had promised. She had promised to come out to here no matter what happened to Brittany.

But this wasn't how it was supposed to be. Brittany was supposed to be here in California with her. They were supposed to spend their 9 months together in their new home. Everything was going so perfectly and then all of the sudden life slapped caution tape between the two and none of them dared cross it.

Santana stares at her phone constantly, hoping for some sort of word from the blonde, but there's nothing short of a few "two word" texts from her anymore. Santana wanted nothing more than to run out of her A&P class, speed the airport, hop on a plane, and go home to Brittany; but once again, she had promised and if there was one thing she wasn't going to do, it was breaking a promise to Brittany.

She only hoped Brittany would do the exact same for her. Brittany had promised Santana that she would find her way back to the Latina; and Santana's patience was wearing thin.

She sighs loudly; well loud enough for the girl next to her to notice and turn her head giving her a questioning look.

"You all right there, dude?" The other brunette asks Santana. "Looks like you're about to punch a hole in your desk."

"I'm fine," Santana spat back. She stares at the girl next to her who gave her a 'Jeez, okay' look before turning back to her work. "I'm sorry. It's just… I had a bad first week before classes started."

"It's okay," She replied, "My name is Marley. I'm a singer. What's your name?"

"Uhm… Hey, I'm…"

"All right class, I'm going to assign you guys to lab partners. You will be working with them on the dissections for the rest of the year. Mike Chang, you will be paired with Tina. Peter Romero, you will be paired with Tyler Smith. Marley Rose, you will be paired with Santana." The professor points at the Latina before continuing on the list.

"Well, I'm Santana, you lab partner." Santana chuckles lightly before shaking Marley's hand.

Santana watched the clock anxiously as the professor ranted on and on about the chemistry part of Anatomy and Physiology. Brittany promised that as soon as her class got out, she would call and Santana only had two more minutes until the class was over.

The professor ended the lecture and Santana quickly got up from her seat, pulling her cell phone out with her and trying her hardest not to be upset when Brittany hadn't called right away.

Santana sighs, defeated when she realizes that Brittany isn't going to be able to call her at the moment, and forcefully shoves her phone back into her pocket.

"Hey," Marley says as she walks out of the classroom and stares at the Latina, "I know this is weird and all, but would you maybe want to hang out sometime? I mean, I'm going to assume you're not from California and neither am I, so maybe we should get to know the campus a little better together. I mean, I am going to have to sit next to you every other day of the week."

"Sure, I'd like that," Santana smiles, "How about after class on Wednesday? I don't have anything on Tuesdays, but I need to go out into the city and shop for a bunch of things."

"Yeah, Wednesday after class it is." Marley smiles before walking off.

Santana walks back off towards her dorm room, almost forgetting that Brittany was supposed to call until she feels a vibration in her pocket.

From Britt-Britt: I'm so sorry baby. I'm trying to get out of the room to call you but my mom is freaking out. I love you and I'll try to call you as soon as I can.

Santana's eyes roll at the text message before she exited her messages and continued walking to her dorm.

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Wednesday; August 22, 2012

Santana and Marley sat next to each other as the teacher lectured them on how their dissection would have to go and how they should all write their lab reports.

Santana was once again tapping her pen furiously against her notebook. It was almost like a nervous habit for her, now. Brittany finally called on Tuesday, a day after she was supposed to and Santana was way too stressed to have a decent conversation with her girlfriend. Truth is, she was a complete and total wreck without Brittany but she tried to make Brittany believe she was fine out here; and she wasn't.

The teacher finished up his lecture and sent the students off to go to their dissections. Santana waited patiently for Marley to return with all of the supplies they needed.

"Hey pal," Marley smiles as she sets down the tray that contained the heart, two scalpels, forceps, and scissors. She handed Santana a pair of gloves and sat down next to the Latina.

"Hey, thanks." Santana says softly, "So, I'm not going to lie… this dissection this kind of creeps me out."

"No problem, dude. I'll help you. Besides, we're lucky that there's no blood involved." Marley says cheerfully before grabbing one of the scalpels. "So, we just need to make a bisection cut down the middle of the heart so we can get a lateral view of all of the ventricles, atriums, and aorta."

Santana just sits there and watches Marley poke and prod around in the heart as she takes notes on the diagrams they were given.

"So tell me about yourself, Santana." Marley speaks up, breaking the silence between the two lab partners.

"Well, I'm from Colorado," Santana starts.

"NO WAY! Me too! Where from?"

"Centennial-ish kind of Denver. You?"

"Littleton! Dude, not far at all!" She exclaims.

"That's so cool. What did you do in the great small town of Littleton?" Santana jokes.

"Oh not much, just kind of played music here and there. Had a few big shows downtown though. That's crazy." Marley smiles widely before setting down the tools. "Okay, what else?"

"Well, I was a soccer player back then, but I decided that I wanted to be a musician. My girlfriend is a soccer player though. She's supposed to be playing here but she had to stay back in Colorado for a bit. I don't even know how long, actually." Santana sighs.

"That explains the bad mood constantly," Marley jokes, trying to get the Latina to laugh and it works, seeing as Santana chuckles lightly to herself.

"Yeah, I really fucking miss her." Santana pulls her lips into a half smile before getting back to work.

AFTER CLASS

Santana and Marley are running around the campus together and trying to figure out where everything they need is. They find the library and the student center. They find the dorm cafeterias and a few of their classes for later in the semester. They find the music rooms, the soccer fields, the gyms, the pools, and they search every square foot of the campus until they come across something that takes more than a few minutes to stare at.

It's a giant yellow poster that is covered with rainbows and glitter with the letters "QSA" written largely across the top. Under the letters are the words "Queer Straight Alliance" with a time and a date for the first meeting, November 18th. Santana smiles at the poster, glad to know that there is a club she can attend and that her college even recognized the LGBT community.

"We should go to this," Santana mentions to Marley as they continue to stare at the extravagant poster.

"One step ahead of you. I have to anyway. My cousin is the president of it. She's making me go no matter what," Marley laughs.

Santana feels a vibration in her pocket and pulls out her phone to see Brittany calling. She looks over at her new friend before declining the call and putting her phone away.

"Sounds great." Santana replies.

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Sunday, November 18th, 2012 (Two Months Later)

Marley and Santana had become practically inseparable since they had become lab partners. It was almost odd how close the two had gotten over dissections and little things in the music majors.

So when the two go strutting down the street towards the first QSA meeting arm in arm, you can already tell that they're friends. What you can't tell is if there is something more between the two that we just can't see.

Santana is laughing at some joke Marley just told her as they enter the building, locating the classroom while the muscles in Santana's stomach go wild.

"That's so funny, dude." Santana laughs, "I can't believe that happened to you!"

"I know, right?" Marley replies, "It was so embarrassing." They push past a couple of students before reaching a door. "Woo, we're here!"

The two enter the classroom and break apart to sit down. A tall red head appears and sits down at the head of the table. Santana whispers something to Marley, causing the smaller brunette to laugh a little.

"All right, everybody! First QSA meeting of the fall semester. I'm sorry that we're running so late. We had a bit of a problem with the school trying to set up. So why don't we start with introductions?" The red head claps her hands together, causing Santana and Marley to shoot up and stare at her. "My name is Lara Perkins. I'm in the film department of UCLA. I am gay. See? Not so bad. Marley, go next."

"Hey guys, I'm Marley Rose. I'm a music major and I'm straight, but a big supporter!" Marley beams.

"Hey. Uhm, I'm Santana. I was born as an intersex child, I guess you could say. Like I have all of the features of a female, but with the male reproductive organs. And I'm gay." Santana shyly says in front of everyone.

"Thank you for sharing that, Santana," Lara says, "It takes a lot of courage to do so. All right, moving onw-"

Just then the door opens and slams shut, revealing a flustered looking blonde. "Hi. My name is Brittany Pierce and that," She points to Santana, "Is my girlfriend."

Well, thoughts? :D see? I'm not so mean after all.