Chapter 1

Open Your Eyes

Brittany stared at the clock on her nightstand like a hawk waiting for the right time to catch its prey. The sunlight of the early morning was already beginning to make its way through the curtains, giving a light shine to the blonde's hair, who stayed curled up on the bed sheets, her arms close to her body whilst the anticipation of a new day started to boil through her body. The clock kept ticking with each passing second, resounding through the room almost as if there were no birds chirping outside – all that Brittany could focus on right now was time. If you were to walk in the blonde's room, all you would notice would be a very sleepy girl, who was probably waiting for her alarm clock to sound. You would never guess the real reason why this seemingly "innocent" girl was so impatient – Santana.

The Latina had promised her, promised that as soon as she woke up – which was usually around eight in the morning – she would pick up the phone and call Brittany.

"I promise Britt, eight am sharp".

Santana had placed a light kiss on her cheek before trotting down to her Land Rover, waving at her with a smile before leaving the parking lot on the last day of school.

The relationship both the girls had shared ended in confusion and insecurity, not knowing where their relationship would go. They'd have claimed that they were in love with each other, that they'd be willing to give the world for them, but nothing was entirely official, they hadn't even kissed in a while. She had broken up with Artie, and yet again, professed her undying love to Santana.

"I love you, Santana. I love you more than I've ever loved anyone in my life…"

Each word in that simple, yet powerful sentence was pure reality, untainted veracity. Brittany had meant every word, and she knew Santana loved her too – but Santana was not ready yet, not ready to come out. In some fashion, Brittany understood her, she knew it would be a grueling task for the Latina, something she was thoroughly scared of, something that she would have to face for the rest of her life – name callings, constant fights, and general unbroken fear, but Brittany would do anything, everything she could to make sure Santana knew that she would be there for her, every step of the way, through every tear, every sob, everything she would go through…

Fondue for two

Fondue for two!

That's some hot dish!

Fondue for two!

And again…

Britt…no.

But it's my ringtone…

Britta-…

Fondue for two…

The silly ringtone, that had both hers and Santana's voice on it echoed throughout the room, making Brittany almost jump off her skin, not realizing she had fallen asleep again. With a low grunt, she looked at the clock, one eye open:

8:02 am.

Knowing the two minutes didn't mean anything – Santana probably just woke up – she stretched to grab the phone from the nightstand, Santana's name and picture flickering on the screen.

"Hey…" Brittany choked out, her voice evident with grogginess and sleepiness, finally taking notice of how little sleep she had gotten last night. "You called".

"'Course I did honey, I promised remember?"

"Yeah, I know". Brittany smiled, forcing herself to say coherent words, her eyelids fighting her for dominance, her body begging her to sleep just five more minutes. But now she was on the phone with Santana, and nothing could pull her off – if someone were to try and make their conversation halt, then they'd have to separate her from the phone, kicking and screaming bloody murder.

"What are your plans for today?" Santana broke the quick silence, the noise of shuffling in the background – she was probably looking for something or making her bed.

"I don't know, where do you want to take me?"

Santana laughed lightly, sighing on the phone while she took a seat on the edge of her bed while desperately trying to find her phone charger. It amused her and flattered her how Brittany always wanted to be around her, always wanted to make plans with her, despite fights or tension – Brittany would always brighten her day, and she wouldn't dare miss an opportunity to be with the gorgeous blonde, who could take her breath away with a smile. "Pun intended?" Santana smirked, looking at herself in the mirror while she tried to fix her hair into a decent state, the friction of the pillows causing it to stick everywhere in different directions.

Brittany's tired snickered brought a smile on Santana's face. The blonde hummed thoughtfully for a minute, teasing Santana with the answer. However, Santana frowned at the hum, panic overtaking her, not sure if Brittany still wanted to keep things up – after all the hurt they'd been through, war veteran's pain didn't measure up. It reminded Santana of the day after singing Landslide, the emotional pained she had succumbed herself to, the countless, overflowing sea of tears that would pool out of her eyes every time she would think of Brittany's rejection. She had begged her mother to let her stay home, using a throbbing migraine as an excuse, relieved that she didn't have to face the emotional pain face-to-face, not daring to even look at stupid McCripples Pants next to Brittany in his stupid wheelchair. It still hurt, to imagine Britt with him, knowing that she had chosen him over her.

"I don't know, do you want it to be?" Brittany finally answered, only a few seconds passing since Santana's inner demons started to haunt her. It took her a few more seconds to push the thoughts aside, deciding to remain chirpy for her best friend, not wanting her to hear any pain in her voice at Britt's hesitation.

"What'd you think?" Santana raised an eyebrow, chuckling smugly.

"I think that's a yes".

"Smart girl".

They talked on the phone for what seemed like hours, each one telling each other how they had slept, a light tension in the air, but it was pretty obvious where the palpitating strain came from – the unresolved issues of their confusing relationship. Santana would smile every time Brittany would giggle, a small shiver always running down her spine every time the blonde would say her name, almost as if the way she said it illustrated every feeling that Brittany had for the steadfast Latina, all the lust, the love, the passion, reflected in the way Santana's name rolled off Brittany's tongue.

"So, you'll come over right?" Brittany's question lingered with an air of anticipation – maybe this wasn't hopeless after all, maybe Brittany did want this relationship to work, maybe they could work things out, maybe Brittany would give Santana time to adjust to the changes that were going to result with her confessions.

"Yeah Britt, how about in an hour, that okay?"

Brittany's lips tugged into a light smile, squealing lightly on the phone, causing Santana to laugh at her friend, her cuteness never failing to amuse her. "Yeah, that's perfect". Brittany responded…

"Mom, Santana's coming over, would you make some breakfast please?" Brittany screamed. Santana had to separate the black cell phone away from her ear, Brittany's scream making her flinch – pretty sure she had gone deaf in one ear. "Okay, c'mon over, I'll be waiting".

"All right Britt, Britt, see ya in a few. I got to shower".

"San…" Brittany called before Santana hung up.

"Yeah, B?"

"Think of me while you're in there, will you?"

Santana froze, her breath hitching in her throat while the line clicked, announcing Brittany had ended the call. It had been a while with a sort of exchange of that levity between the blonde and the Latina, a while since any seductive words had been said, and now, Brittany's seductive, smooth words lingered in her head, repeating themselves with the same tone Brittany had used, making her blood boil. Who was her to deny such a request? What Brittany wants, Brittany gets – Santana walked toward her shower.

The familiar ding of the doorbell took only a second to reach Brittany's ear, who jumped over Lord Tubbington, ran full speed down the stairs, sprinted past her sister, and threw herself to open the door. Before Santana could even register that Brittany had opened the door, she found herself being held by the slightly taller blonde, who was squeezing the life out of her with a bone crushing hug. Santana's eyes grew wide and she grunted, coughing from the lack of air, but nonetheless, returned the hug with the same fervor that Brittany had laid on it. Brittany rubbed the middle of Santana's back, tracing invisible circles in time with her breathing. Santana closed her eyes, for a moment, not caring if anyone saw, just melting in Brittany's warm embrace. She forgot about everything, about school, about Glee club, about her fears, her insecurities, confessions, lies, and repercussions. She forgot about Artie, about her family, about her sexuality. She breathed in the scent that could only be called Brittany, the slight hint of Strawberries with a floral, girly, intoxicating scent that loitered on her t-shirt.

"You smell pretty". Santana mumbled, not realizing her words and the fact that they've been hugging for at least a minute now. Brittany giggled softly, and Santana could hear her intake of breath, smelling Santana's hair.

"You smell pretty too, like vanilla and roses".

"It's the shampoo". A mumble again, since she was pressing her lips against Brittany's shoulder, refusing to let her go of any second.

"No…" Brittany began. "It's you, that's just how you smell, like Santana".

Santana could feel her cheeks getting hot, the obvious blush almost barely visible on her skin. Her hands fisted the back of Brittany's shirt, almost as if they've been apart for ages, and it had only been about sixteen hours. Too soon though, Brittany began to pull away, gently brushing her fingertips over Santana's palm, a taunting smile swirling through her red, full, lips. Santana felt the urge to kiss her, to kiss her until they were both out of breath, but she knew it wasn't the best idea.

"Wanna come inside?" Brittany urged, the predominant smile slightly diminishing as she waited for Santana's reply.

"Sure Britt, Britt".

Santana sat on the kitchen island in the familiar kitchen of the Pierce family. This place was so familiar, so definite in her mind, that she probably could consider this kitchen her own, given the fact that she probably knew it better than she did her own. Santana knew where everything was in this kitchen, the forks, the knives, plates, cups, blenders, pans, and every other kitchen utensil that comes into mind. Her eyes though, despite the juicy omelet that lay in front of her eyes, never failed to leave Brittany, who was eating away furiously, as if she hadn't eaten in months. Santana's eyebrow was raised, her hand fixated on the fork she was holding absentmindedly bringing a piece of her omelet in her mouth. Brittany however, ate three bites in the time it took her to get hers into her mouth.

"Wow, slow down Britt, you're going to end up choking on that".

Brittany looked up and swallowed, pursing her lips apologetically. "Sorry, I'm just, hungry…" And anxious 'cause you're here. Brittany didn't say the last part out loud; instead she reached forward and held Santana's hand for a second, before going back to devouring her food. Santana's throaty chuckle made Brittany smile, and she looked up again to see the Latina munching on her food, looking like she was enjoying it. Brittany couldn't help but notice that Santana looked gorgeous with what she was wearing – that leather jacket that Brittany loved and had borrowed from Santana on a couple of occasions, the tight skinny jeans that hung rigidly against her perfect long legs, the shirt that was tight against her frame, the words 'HOT STUFF' a tempting text that was printed on the front, and the light makeup that made Santana looked like a goddess.

"Didn't your mom and dad tell you that it's rude to stare Britt, Britt?" Santana laughed, the last piece of her food making its way toward her mouth. Brittany hadn't even noticed that she was staring at Santana, let alone the fact that Santana had noticed. The blonde's cheeks turned red and she bit her lip.

"Sorry… You just, look good today… I mean, more than good".

Brittany's words made Santana smile slightly, whose gaze traveled to meet the sky blue eyes of the perky blonde. Their eyes met, and in that instant, that paused spark that had waited to come out, burned in their eyes, without any need for words, the intensity of the moment said enough, they knew that if they held their feelings any longer, they were going to burst. Brittany, being the brave one, leaned in, her eyes closed as she searched for Santana's lips. Santana's breath caught up in her mouth, not expecting Brittany to take the first step, waiting as Brittany approached closer and closer to her expectant lips. She felt the blonde's warm breathing nearing, pausing just momentarily to look at Santana. Santana leaned forward…

"Sis, where is Mr. Jumbo?"

Brittany's eyes snapped open, her head turning quickly to meet her sister's gaze, who had her head tilted to the side, like a puppy anticipating something. Santana groaned quietly, and turned to eat her breakfast, the adoration she held for Brittany's younger sister disappearing momentarily. Talk about rotten timing…

"I don't know sweetie, did you look under your bed?" Brittany asked, playing the part of 'nothing-was-happening-here' perfectly. Santana had taught her well, especially in the sneaking around part, although a part of her suspected Brittany's parents already knew – no one spent three hours doing homework in a room, especially Brittany, who had such a low attention span that she couldn't focus on one thing for longer than fifteen minutes – at least when Santana was around.

"No, I'm gonna go lookey". Brittany's younger sister, Melissa, ran full speed towards her room, her loud steps a bang on each of the staircases that she stepped on.

"Sorry 'bout that" Brittany frowned.

"S'lright" Santana smiled a delicate, sad smile. Brittany noticed and leaned in to press her lips on Santana's cheek, a loud sigh escaping the blonde's lips while her nosed roamed against Santana's temple. Santana reached for Brittany, her hand touching the blonde's cheek.

"I shouldn't have…" Brittany started.

"Don't Britt, its okay… It wasn't your fault". Santana's eyes closed, wishing that the moment had not been ruined, that Brittany didn't feel guilty for something that Santana wanted for to happen more than anything. She would kill to have Brittany's lips connected with her own again, she would kick up a storm, fight anything, or anyone, in order to prove to Brittany that she wanted to be with her and that she wanted to claim her as hers.

"Santana?"

"Yes Britt?"

"Can you explain me the difference between an egg with a chicken inside of it, and one with an egg in it?"

Santana laughed, glad that Brittany always knew how to break the tension. "It's the same thing honey".

"That's what Tina said… But, if there's a chicken inside of the egg, then we're eating baby chickens?" Santana could hear the whimper in the blonde's voice, her child-like nature making Santana melt.

"Well, they can't really feel anything Britt, they're not fully developed yet, it takes a little time for the yolk to become an actual fetus".

Brittany's face was priceless, filled with confusion and full-on bewilderment. Santana realized she'd been using very developed vocabulary. The Latina snickered. "What I mean is that, no, you're not technically eating a chicken. Just don't think about it okay? You like eggs, and chicken… Don't kick yourself over it". Santana explained again, toning down her vocabulary to a more Brittany level.

"Oh, I've totally done that".

"No…why would you kick…" Santana shook her head and laughed louder, grabbing her sides. She realized that Brittany was actually serious, and this made her laugh double, her hands moving to the island to keep herself from doubling on the floor laughing. "How did you do that?"

"Dunno… Wanna see?" Brittany began to stand up…

"No, no… No… Britt…" Santana, still laughing, grabbed the blonde's wrists. "I didn't mean to kick yourself, as in, raise your leg and kick yourself on the head or something. What I meant is, don't make a big deal out of it".

"Oh…" Brittany bit her lip, and then began to laugh along with the Latina, chuckling and burying her face on Santana's shoulder. Santana enveloped her arms around the girl's waist, holding her close while they both laughed hysterically, having missed these moments almost as much as their love making, their kisses, and their touches. She missed hanging out with Britt, laughing, and just being silly, the only one person Santana could be herself with.

"When you girls are done laughing like two crazy lunatics, would you help me out with the bags?" Brittany's mom interjected, neither Brittany nor Santana had heard her footsteps. For this one time, Santana didn't pull away from Brittany's embrace, who turned her cheek to look at her mom with a snicker, nodding and pulling away from the laughing Latina. Santana immediately felt the absence of Brittany when she pulled away, wishing she'd linger for a longer time in her arms – she was glad Mrs. Pierce hadn't said anything, or suspected anything. "Hello Santana, fancy to see you here. It's been a while". Mrs. Pierce genuine smile made Santana smile back, her white teeth reflecting the familiar smirk on Brittany's lips.

"Yeah, sorry Mrs. Pierce, just a lot of work…" Santana would have to develop on her cover for her long absence at Brittany's house, but she thought that, that would do for now.

"Yeah, Brittany commented on you being busy, I'm glad to see you back here though, Britt sure missed you".

Santana bit her lip, feeling guilty. "Sorry…"

"It's all right!" Mrs. Pierce handed Brittany some shopping bags, and Santana immediately moved to take some weight off her arms, stealing a glance at the beautiful blonde, who noticed Santana's look, only to look back at her, a warm smile on her lips. Santana wished that her moments wouldn't have been interrupted, and she could see it on Brittany's eyes, that the blonde wished so too.

Something told her, this summer would be different. This summer, she decided she would spend time for Brittany, do anything for Brittany, and most importantly, prove to Brittany that if they are together, she'd be more than proud to call her my girlfriend. It wasn't as easy as it sounds.

A/N: Reviews please! Suggestions are great too, they help me out. If you have anything you want me to write about, post it on a review. Also, if you have any comments, concerns, feel free to click the review button.

Also, each chapter is going to have a title of a song I think fits for Brittany and Santana. This one is; quite obviously, Open Your Eyes by Snow Patrol. And i just HAD to put the egg line in there, HeMo made me pee myself laughing with that one.