REUPDATED FOR ERRORS - Oops

So I know, I know. I should be working on my other story and I so totally am. I just needed a little side project to straighten out the thoughts I was having. I was listening to some of my music the other day and this story just kind of was born right there and then.

I hope y'all enjoy it. It's not a one-shot but won't be nearly as long as Becoming Uninvisible has become. :) Love y'all.

Oh, i am not sure if this is going to need the rating it has but it probably will.


Santana let out another aggravated breath as her phone lit up telling her another five minutes had passed. She looked at the door of the pub she was in and then gazed around her in case she'd missed the other girl's entrance. As if the other girl could have missed her considering she was sitting almost directly in front of the entrance. It was a Wednesday evening and the pub wasn't all that busy.

"Can I get you another?"

Santana looked up at the waitress before looking down at her glass. She was honestly surprised that it was empty, again. It'd been her second vodka and lime so far. It wasn't really her preferred drink but was one that seemed to affect her the least; too bad she hadn't ever been one for portion control.

"Yeah, I guess." She responded after checking the time once more.

She picked up her phone and scrolled through her messages before sending yet another text, one that was slightly more aggressive than the earlier ones she'd sent over the past twenty minutes.

"Really? Don't you think that that's a little over dramatic Santana?" Santana looked up and crossed her arms over her chest when she saw her best friend standing in front of her, cell phone in hand.

"Actually I figured I was letting you off easy. I've been waiting here for-" she paused looking once again at her phone. "-thirty-two fucking minutes." She looked back to the blonde as she draped her jacket on the back of the chair across from her and sat down herself. "Do you have any idea how embarrassing it is to sit here alone for that long?"

"It couldn't have been tha-"

"Oh no, no, no. You don't get to wave this off so fucking easy, Q." Santana leaned forward, uncrossing her arms and tapped the wood of the table in front of her with her pointer finger. "Do you have any idea how many pity looks I received from those thinking I got stood up on a date." Quinn opened her mouth but Santana quickly continued. "Do you see this body?" She waved down at her figure. "This doesn't get stood up, ever. And no one should ever think that's a possibility."

"Oh please." Quinn rebutted. "Kind of full of yourself don't you think?"

"Three." Santana held up the same number of fingers while Quinn gave her a confused look. "Three, the number of guys I've had to turn away, all of which thought I'd been stood up and-" she made quotation marks with her fingers, "-'if I would just give them a chance I would see what I'm missing.' And you know how much I hate those kind of cocky bastards."

"Okay fine, you're right. I'm totally sorry. I just couldn't get away from work. My boss kept wanting to go over what to expect next week when he's away." Quinn rolled her eyes. "Like I haven't been running that damn office for the past two years. It's totally sexist of him and I had to refrain from telling him so. But to threaten to break into my apartment and steal all my dresses to give to the homeless, really? Very mature."

The waitress finally returned with Santana's drink and Quinn quickly ordered her own vodka cranberry.

"I didn't say all your dresses, just the ones that make you look like a fourteen year old girl in an Old Navy commercial." Santana shrugged her shoulders. "And I also said I was cutting them up into handkerchief sized pieces. Because let's face it, none of them would be desperate enough to actually wear any of those things as is."

"You do know what homeless means right?" Quinn asked while smiling politely at the waitress who set the drink down before silently walking away.

"Yes I do. But just because they are homeless doesn't mean they don't have any fashion sense. They're people too you know." Santana deadpanned before taking a sip of her drink.

"Whatever." Quinn waved her hand dismissively. "What's new in your life? You and Krissy still hot and heavy?"

"Ugh, no that ended like three weeks ago."

"Holy shit. Has it been that long since we've spoken." Quinn's nose wrinkled as she thought. "No, I know I called you last week. We talked about our plans for St. Patricks Day. I suggested we go out and celebrate for once, because it'd been so long since we've done that with how busy we've been." Her brow furrowed accusingly. "And you said, 'Sure, sounds good. We'll be there.' We, as in two of you. You didn't mention being single at the time."

"I'm sure I did." Santana responded looking anywhere but at her friend across the table.

"Nope, you sure didn't."

"Well I meant to. It's not like it was such a big deal." Santana's gaze found Quinn's once more. "We weren't even serious or anything."

"That's the problem though. It's never serious with you."

"It just never gets there, Q. They never stick around for long."

"That's because you never let them." Quinn said, raising her voice.

"I can't help that no one's worth my time."

"How long did this one even last? A week?"

"Excuse me? For your information it was eight days."

"Like that's any different." Quinn's voice rose an octave.

"Calm down, you're making a scene." Santana whispered as she lifted her empty glass towards the waitress who was leaning on the bar. She returned her attention back to Quinn when the waitress finally acknowledged her.

"I'm not making a scene." Quinn nodded to the waitress indicating she needed a refill as well. "I'm just worried about you."

"You can worry a little quieter please. Or even better, you can worry silently. Like forever would be good."

"Come on." Quinn's voice turned soft. "You haven't had a serious relationship in, what, three years."

"What about, gah what's her name? Vicki?" Santana said triumphantly. She knew for a fact that lasted a few months.

"You couldn't even remember her name, Santana." Quinn's response was quick and it stung. Santana winced.

"Um, Monique?" Santana shot out another name.

"The flight attendant?" Quinn asked thinking hard. She pursed her lips as she strummed her nails on the table.

"That's the one. That lasted like six months." Santana proudly stated.

"Of which she was out of the country for five. And you were sleeping with other girls during."

"She was away. I have needs." She tried to defend.

"That's not a relationship Santana. That's convenience."

"Or inconvenience." She tried to joke but Quinn's face remained serious. "Fine, I get it. Need to work on the whole relationship thing. Can we not talk about my failed love life anymore please?" She looked to the table as she spun her empty glass around.

"Sure." Quinn responded after a few moments, knowing she would most likely get nowhere on the subject.

It wasn't as if Santana didn't know what a failure she was in the love department. It was true that she didn't go into a relationship with someone thinking it would end in a week or two. That's just kind of how things turned out. It wasn't like she didn't like the thought of a lasting thing, having someone to come home to everyday, but it just didn't seem likely to be in the cards for her. The girls she thought might be keepers ended up being complete bitches; they'd either been caught cheating or had left to pursue better options, whatever that meant. She never told Quinn that. It was embarrassing and it totally stung her pride. She'd much rather Quinn think she was the cause of every break up than admit that the other girls didn't think she was worth the shot in the long run. And the girls that she had ended things with weren't going anywhere anyway. They all got boring after a while. Same routine day in and day out. Same sex that never seemed to excite her after the first few times. There was just never a connection; not one that struck her telling her 'this one's the one'. Maybe there wasn't a 'The One' for her. Maybe she was stuck with 'the ones' instead.

"So did you hear the news?" Quinn pulled her from her thoughts. Santana glanced back at her friend, noticing somewhere along the line their drinks had arrived. Wow, she must really have been in her own world there for a bit.

"What news?" Santana asked when Quinn raised her brow, realizing she hadn't answered yet.

"Puck's news." Quinn stated with a knowing smirk.

"Please, for the love of God, don't tell me he decided to go back to his dead squirrel haircut again. I don't know how many times he has to do that and immediately regret it before he realizes it just doesn't work anymore." She took a sip of her drink before continuing, liking the warmth as the alcohol spread through her. She was definitely getting a little tipsy. "I don't know why I ever thought it worked in the first place." She laughed.

"Because you were in the closet and confused about more than just your sexuality." Quinn laughed with her.

"Hey, don't put it all on me. You got with him too in highschool." Santana smirked devilishly.

"One time." She spoke up, raising her index finger. "One time." They both laughed at their memories.

"Well at least nothing too damaging came out of it besides giving Puck a bigger head than he had to begin with." Santana said between chuckles. "I seriously think him getting with the two Cheerio co-captains fueled his ego well into college."

"You're probably right about that." Quinn agreed. "But that's not what I was talking about. His hair is safe, as far as I know, but he's getting married." Santana was in the middle of taking another sip of her drink and immediately she choked and spat up half her mouthful. Quinn grimaced and tried to shield herself from the spray by raising her arms. "Gross."

"W-what did you just say?" Santana croaked followed by a short coughing fit.

"I said, Puck's getting married. He's engaged." Quinn reiterated as soon as Santana was in control of her own body once more.

Santana stared at Quinn's smiling face trying to determine if this was all some horrible joke or not. Besides herself, she thought Puck had been the next most hopeless case out of their bunch of friends to find love. How had he caught himself someone who actually wanted to be with his cocky ass for the rest of their lives? It was unimaginable.

"Aren't you happy for him?" Quinn asked.

"Well, yes. I mean yeah, of course. Uh, but, um, well-" Santana stuttered before pausing to collect her thoughts. "But who?"

"Emily, of course." Quinn giggled at the stunned look on Santana's face. "Who did you think he was marrying?"

"But they've only been together for like six months."

"It's been a year and a half Santana."

"Holy fuck, really?" When Quinn nodded her head Santana continued. "When's the big day and why am I just hearing about it now?"

"Well it's not until next June, and it just became official yesterday." Quinn squealed. "Can you believe it? Our Puckasaurus is all grown up."

Santana laughed through the lump in her throat. "Yeah, that's hard to believe. But good for him." And she was happy for Puck. He might have been the center of a few of her and Quinn's jokes about the past but he was genuinely a really nice guy and deserved happiness. But she couldn't stop the voice in her head that kept saying she was going to be the only single one of their group left.

Sam and Mercedes had practically eloped straight out of highschool and were living happily ever after in L.A. Kurt and Blaine married not long after Sam and Mercedes. Tina and Mike had been together for as long as anyone could remember and were married shortly after Tina graduated. Quinn had been in a three-year relationship with Chad, who she met in college and they had tied the knot just last August. Rachel and Finn were on and off since high school but had been on for the past two years and everyone was sure this time it would stick; they'd be married soon enough. And now Puck. She was the last of their close friends remaining single, and it kind of hurt. There was a sharp pain jabbing the middle of her sternum and she rose her hand and tried to rub the pain away.

"Stomach?" Quinn asked, following Santana's movement. "You've had a bit to drink. It's probably just the acid. Have you eaten anything recently?"

"Not since lunch." Santana stated. "I've been feeling off for a couple of days." She lied. "I think I'll switch to water though. You're probably right and the acid isn't helping. So why June?"

"Oh, um well they wanted a summer wedding and-"

"Isn't June like technically spring?" Santana interrupted.

"Well yes. They wanted a Summer wedding, well Emily did. But Puck's younger brother-You remember Jake right?" Santana nodded. "Well he's getting married in July and you know Puck. He couldn't let his younger brother tie the knot before he did. So when they found out Jake and Marley's wedding was in July they decided on June." Quinn shrugged her shoulders. "Apparently June is close enough to summer for Emily and she conceded."

"Wow, little Jakey's getting married too?" Santana tried not to sound too surprised or depressed. How was it everyone had already found their person but her?

"Uh huh." Quinn nodded as she took another sip of her drink.

They chatted about other random subjects for a while, catching up, before Santana rose to leave.

"I'll see you on Saturday right?" Quinn asked. "We're still going out."

"Of course, I wouldn't miss it for anything." Santana smiled. "Just gots ta go home and give Snix a rest. She's been working too hard lately. I hope the douche bags at the firm have their shit together tomorrow. I can't stand the incompetence level I've been receiving lately."

"Their just interns. You shouldn't expect so much from them." Quinn laughed.

"If I don't set expectations then none of them are going to make it out of law school, let alone become successful."

"I'm sure everything will be fine, Santana." Quinn rose and wrapped her arms around Santana's waist. "Go home and rest. I'll text you tomorrow and you can tell me all about how Danny or Sue screwed up, okay?"

Laughing, Santana nodded her head before throwing money on the table to cover her drinks and walked out of the pub. She stepped out onto the sidewalk and into the pouring rain and quickly hailed a cab. She gave her address to the driver as she slid into the middle seat, before leaning her head back. The weather had just gotten worse. It'd been drizzling off and on all day long but since being in the pub it really started pouring. She listened to the soft music coming from the radio, almost drowned out by the heavy water flow on the roof of the vehicle. The windshield wipers the only sound punctuating the steady beat of rain.

She stared out the windows at all the unfortunate people stuck walking in the rain, and she noticed a few of the pedestrians trying to flag down her cab. Idiots, the top sign was off for a reason.

She glared at a man who was jogging in the rain with a cell glued to his ear. She would have thought it was a business call except for the smile he was wearing. He was probably phoning home to tell his wife or girlfriend that he was on his way home. They were probably laughing at his predicament. The taxi passed him easily and then he was out of Santana's sight. She looked at more of the pedestrians they passed and wondered how many were hurrying to make it home to their significant others. How many would walk into their homes and be greeted by a bright smile and welcome home kiss? Probably a fair few of them. She tried not to picture her own homecoming, but it was impossible. She must have been more sensitive from her earlier conversation with Quinn because for the first time in a long while she wasn't looking forward to walking through her door to an empty apartment.

They were stopped at a red light when the passenger rear door opened and a girl jumped in. She had a soaked newspaper folded above her head in a silly attempt to thwart the rain from ruining her hair. It was obviously a lost cause as she was soaked from head to toe. Santana watched as droplets fell from the ends of her hair and could tell that the girl was a blonde, hair probably fairly light considering the shade it was now, a light bronze. Her hair was half up, or had been, held by a small light purple rose clip. It's main purpose obviously having been to keep the hair out of the girls eyes and for decoration as it wasn't doing much now that the hair had become heavy with water.

Santana looked to the front and caught the driver's eye in the rearview mirror. He shrugged implying it was up to her to deal with the girl. He obviously didn't want to send her back out into the rain. Santana, however, had no qualms with abandoning a shivering creature to the wickedness of a thunderstorm. She was about to tell the girl to get the hell out and find her own cab, not to say that was likely to happen, when the girl turned and caught Santana's eye. She smiled shyly at Santana and her eyes shone with the most brilliant sky blue colour Santana had ever seen.

"Sorry, I totally just hijacked your cab." Was the first thing out of the blonde's mouth and the sweetness of the sound caused Santana to shiver herself as if she'd been the one in the rain and not this other.

"Sorry?" Santana found her voice as the cab pulled away from the curb. She supposed she was stuck sharing the cab with the girl at least until the next traffic light.

"I just said that." The girl pursed her lips.

"I know. I just, um. Sorry." The girl smiled widely at Santana's mumbled response and giggled slightly when she apologized again. Santana sighed before trying again. "I mean, why are you hijacking my cab?"

"It's raining out." Was the only response Santana received. She waited for more but the girl didn't seem too keen on elaborating. She just kept staring at Santana with a blank expression.

"I know that." Santana rolled her eyes.

"Oh I wasn't sure, you looked kind of confused." She looked out her own window and then forward before focussing her blue gaze back on Santana. "Where you headed? You seem to be going in the general direction I was going."

"Hamilton Heights." Santana stated.

"Hmmm," the blonde bit her bottom lip, thinking. "Well, we can totally drop you off first and then I'll take the taxi from there. That's only fair since it was yours to begin with." She turned and smiled at Santana again. She really needed to stop doing that. Her make-up was pretty much washed away and her hair was a wet disaster but the girl was absolutely stunning even with the weather set against her. Santana couldn't imagine how beautiful she would be cleaned up.

Santana knew by the way the blonde spoke that if she was taken home first then the car would have to backtrack to take this oddly captivating stranger where she needed to go. "Where do you have to go. If it's on the way then we can drop you off first."

"Oh no, don't worry about it." she replied and continued to bite her lip.

"I'm not just saying that to be polite. Where are you going?"

"Soho." She stated and blushed slightly. Santana looked out the window and realized why. They had pretty much passed the blondes turn while they were having the discussion. Santana sighed as she noticed the streets becoming more congested. "Don't worry about it."

"What's your address?"

"Oh no, please. Don't bother." The blonde waved her hand back and forth in front of her.

"Can you turn around please." Santana said leaning forward a little in the driver's direction. "Soho." The driver nodded before making a turn. Santana focused once again on the stranger beside her. "What's the address? Or I'll just make the driver drive down every street until you tell us when to stop." Santana smiled herself for the first time since their conversation, if that's what you could call it, started.

"Just let me off at Sixth and West Houston. I can make it from there." she spoke up loud enough for the driver to hear and he nodded once again. "Thank you." She turned her attention on Santana once more.

Santana shrugged her shoulders. "No biggie."

The blonde's smile widened again at her response. "My name's Brittany." She held out her hand. "What's yours?"

Santana took her outstretched hand and nearly let go at the sudden warmth she felt travel up her arm. She marveled at how soft Brittany's skin was. "Santana."

It wasn't long before they were stuck in a mini traffic jam and Brittany apologized once again for delaying Santana.

"You could have avoided this if you would have just spoken up about where you were going in the first place." Santana said in an annoyed tone.

Brittany hung her head and whispered another apology. Immediately Santana felt bad but at the pout evident on Brittany's face she couldn't help but let out a chuckle. It soon turned into a laugh as Brittany's head shot up and stared in confusion at her. Her brow furrowed and her nose crinkled but her pout remained and it was the most adorable thing Santana had ever seen.

"I was joking. Lighten up." Santana nudged Brittany with her elbow and smirked, noticing for the first time that she hadn't moved over when Brittany slid into the cab. There was an empty seat beside her but she figured it would seem a little weird if she moved now.

Brittany's pout deepened. "That wasn't nice." she said through her pout and sounded little more than five years old. Santana bit her lip and tried not to laugh but it was no use and soon she was shaking with giggles once more. Every time Santana was about to calm down she turned to apologize to Brittany but would burst out laughing again at the blonde's still present pout. If she hadn't seen Brittany's eyes sparkling with mirth she would probably be apologizing instead of laughing. But she knew Brittany wasn't really upset and her suspicions were confirmed when the next time she looked to the blonde her tongue was sticking out the side of her mouth and her eyes were crossed. Santana had to wipe her eyes of her tears and force herself to not look at the other girl in order to calm down. She was sure the driver thought she was clinically insane. She kind of felt like she was.

"What's so funny?" Brittany asked and Santana shot her eyes in her direction once more and saw Brittany's nose scrunched up like a pig. Santana clamped her mouth shut but shook with silent laughter, trying to become calm again. Her stomach was killing her and it was becoming hard to breathe. "Awe, no fair." Santana could tell by her voice that she was pouting again and she slammed her eyelids shut before she was tempted to double-check. "I can't hear your laughter anymore. That's the most fun part." The blonde continued before her voice returned to normal as the pout wasn't having any effect. "You have a really nice laugh." She stated and Santana looked over to see her genuine smile.

She took several deep breaths before slouching in her seat. Her abdominal muscles cramped slightly before relaxing with a dull ache. "Thanks. No one has ever complimented my laugh before." She stated.

"Really? I find that hard to believe." Brittany's eyes shone once more.

"Yeah, well. I don't think I've laughed that hard with anyone in a very long time. You're really funny Brittany."

"Why thank you, I do try my best." She said in a fake British accent.

"No, no more. My belly can't take anymore." She smiled wide, but was able to control her laughter. Santana closed her eyes and focused on evening out her breathing. She jolted forward when a sharp jab pierced her cramped abdominal muscles and groaned aloud. She turned a half-hearted glare at the blonde beside her, who was smirking mischievously. "What was that for?"

"Just making sure you were still alive, or awake."

Santana smiled lazily and straightened in her seat. She ran her fingers through her hair, untangling a few knots that found their way into her thick locks with the humidity in the air.

"So are you staying with friends or do you live here?" Santana asked when she realized the silence was stretching. She liked the sound of the other girl's voice. A laugh caused Santana to look up and take in the blonde. "You have a nice laugh too." It slipped out before Santana could think better of it.

Brittany's laughter quieted and her eyes twinkled with unshed moisture. Her smile was infectious. "Thanks. And do you honestly think a tourist would have had the guts to hijack some random stranger's cab?" She reached up and pulled the purple flowered clip from her tangled, damp hair. Santana watched as she raked her fingers through her hair disentangling it like Santana had done to her own not long before. The only difference being that Brittany's contained more knots than her own had and, in watching her, Santana had to refrain from reaching over to help.

It was a strange feeling for Santana, both forcing herself to stop an action, because she usually couldn't care less about what others thought of her, and wanting to run her hands through Brittany's hair in the first place. It was a pretty intimate thing and they had just met. Running her hands through someones locks during sex was one thing but doing it for grooming purposes implied a closeness or caring that Santana rarely felt towards anyone. It scared her.

"No I guess not." Santana forced herself to respond before Brittany perceived her silence and turned to see Santana's intense gaze on her. Santana continued, not wanting the silence to take over and to try to distract herself from her own disturbing thoughts. "And it would take someone especially brave to get into one of my cabs uninvited. I tend to be obsessive over things I deem as mine. I'm not opposed to throwing down." Brittany turned to observe Santana as she spoke and Santana threw in a teasing smirk.

"Thank you."

"Huh?" Santana's brow creased in confusion. She ran over what she had said and couldn't find anywhere that required that particular response.

Brittany chuckled again as she wiped the moisture from her hair clip with one of the sparse dry spots of her shirt. "Both for saying I was brave and for sharing when you would probably have preferred me not appearing unannounced."

"Oh," Santana watched as Brittany kept looking at the purple flower in her hands. Santana followed her gaze and noticed that it was made of glass; it was quite pretty. Her gaze automatically traveled to Brittany's face and she noticed a slight frown adorning it. That look had no place resting on her delicate features and Santana racked her brain to figure out how to reverse it. She much preferred Brittany's smile. "I'm glad you did appear." She found herself saying and by the grin that replaced the frown Santana couldn't care less that her comment was slightly cheesy.

"Yeah?" Brittany asked peeking at Santana from the corner of her eye.

"Totally, there is no one in this retched storm I'd rather be sharing this cab with." Santana beamed. "And that includes the tediously boring slash annoying people I call my friends."

That comment caused Brittany's grin to widen and Santana was hit, once again, with how brilliant the girl's true smile really was.

"So where are you from?" The blonde asked.

"And why do you assume I'm not from here?"

"Because you're too nice to be home grown here. Most New Yorkers would have probably kicked me out of the cab as soon as I sat down."

"Hey, there are plenty of New Yorkers that are decent people." Santana tried to defend the people she knew that grew up here and were some of the nicest people she knew. She was thrown by Brittany's reaction to her response however. Brittany turned to face more fully in Santana's direction. Her smile remained but her eyes had a mischievous glint to them.

"Ha!" She said loudly. "You are from somewhere else then."

Confused Santana replied with a quiet, "huh?"

"If you were from here you would have said us not New Yorkers. You didn't lump yourself in with them." Brittany explained. Santana sat dumbfounded at Brittany's logic. She was one hundred percent correct obviously, but her being able to discern something about Santana that easily was kind of unnerving and majorly impressive.

"Neither did you." Santana shot back causing Brittany's smile to falter for a quick moment before she shrugged and her smile returned.

"I never said I was from here. I just said I wasn't a tourist."

"True." Santana said slowly.

"If you tell me where you're from I'll tell you where I'm from."

The offer was too much for Santana to pass up. She couldn't explain the need she had to get to know this mysterious stranger. "Lima." She stated, louder and more rapidly than was probably needed or normal for that matter. "Lima, Ohio."

"Lima?" Brittany asked and Santana nodded her head. "Like as in the bean? Lima bean?" Brittany giggled at her own joke and Santana chuckled with her.

"Yeah, actually one of the only coffee shops, and the best I might add, is actually named The Lima Bean. How creative huh?"

"Seriously?" Santana nodded again rapidly. "That is so awesome!" Brittany pursed her lips and squinted her eyes in a funny expression and began to speak in a lower register. "Where are you going today?" She asked before shooting her eyes wide open with a dopey smile and continued in a way too high voice. "The Lima Bean of course." she broke down into giggles once more and despite her aching abdominal muscles Santana couldn't help but join in. "That'd be awesome." Brittany got out between struggled breaths.

Santana calmed before Brittany did but continued to smile at Brittany's spasming body as she tried to control herself. "I never thought of the name as being all that interesting, but I suppose I grew up there so it lost its appeal somewhere along the line." Brittany nodded her head in agreement and wiped her eyes with both hands before realizing she was still gripping her hair clip in one hand. One of the leaves from the flower jabbed close to her eye before she brought it away from her face.

"Are you okay?" Santana asked worriedly as she noticed what happened and seeing Brittany close her eye tightly shut. Brittany blinked a few times and wiped the tears from both eyes with the hand that was not holding the dangerous weapon.

"Yeah, I think so. My flower just tried to kill me for making it go out in the rain." She said it so seriously that Santana wasn't sure what to say but ended up releasing the first sentence that came to mind.

"It's a flower? Shouldn't it like the rain?"

Brittany whipped her head in Santana's direction and stared at her, mouth agape, for a long time. Finally her expression changed and her features turned into an affronted glare. Santana was just about to apologize, even though she didn't know what for, when Brittany turned the glare to the offending flower in her hand. "You're right!" Her voice was high and accusing. She was staring at the flower as if she was waiting for it to explain its life purpose, or at least to explain why it was trying to maim her in the first place.

"I'm pretty sure it didn't mean to almost take out your eye." Santana offered to try and comfort the blonde. Eventually Brittany sighed and shook her head.

"I suppose you could be right." She didn't sound convinced however.

"So, I believe you owe me an answer to where you are from."

"Right!" The smile was back on Brittany's face. She continued to speak as she reached beside her on the seat, between the door and her body. "Tuscaloosa, originally."

"Like in Alabama?" Santana questioned. Weren't they supposed to have like really thick accents?

"Uh huh," Brittany responded as she arched her back lifting her ass from the seat and felt underneath herself. She looked briefly to Santana and saw her questioning look. "I moved out here when I was twelve so I don't have much of an accent anymore. Still can pull it out when needed to play games on some New Yorkers though. It's quite fun actually." She then shifted closer to the door and looked at the space beside her and Santana. She huffed and leaned forward to look at the floor of the cab between her feet and groaned loudly before flinging herself against the seat behind her and raised one arm to cover her face.

"What's wrong?" She heard a mumbled response but couldn't make out a word as Brittany's arm was muffling the sound. She reached over and pulled Brittany's arm away from her face and tried to ignore the warmth touching Brittany's skin elicited. "Come again?"

"I don't have my purse. I forgot it at work." She said in a defeated tone.

"That sucks, but I'm sure it's going to be there in the morning. No worries right?" When Brittany refused to look up at her but shrugged her shoulders in response Santana was at a loss to what the blonde's reasons were for being so upset. What could be in her purse that she was so upset at leaving behind. A phone most likely, but that wasn't a necessity really just a really major want. Make-up perhaps, but even that wasn't all that important at the moment. In the morning it would be needed but it was night, she shouldn't be needing make-up at this time. "Did you leave your keys in your purse?" Santana asked, finally becoming worried that Brittany would have no way to get into her home. "Can you get into your place?"

Brittany nodded once. "Yeah I have a hidden key. It's not the first time I've forgotten my keys or purse somewhere. I do it a lot. Absentminded is what my friends call it." Santana frowned at the dejected tone coming from Brittany's mouth.

"What do they know? They probably don't have a single important thought going through their minds as it is. They just don't know how it feels to have so many brilliant ideas running through their head all the time like you do."

Brittany gave Santana an amazing shy smile before it disappeared as well, frown replacing it again. "My money was in there."

"What?"

"My money." She stated again.

"So, that's not the end of the world. Unless you think your coworkers are going to rifle through your purse and rob you." Santana tried to reason.

"No they wouldn't do anything like that." She sighed again.

"So..." Santana drawled. "What's the problem?"

Brittany turned to look at Santana. She studied her features for a minute or two before frowning in confusion this time. "I don't have money for the cab." She said exasperated, pouting once more.

Finally catching on Santana flicked her wrist in a shooing motion. "Pfft, so? It's just a good thing we're taking you home first then."

"But- but that's not fair to you." Brittany almost whined and Santana tried her best not to laugh again. The girl seriously was adorable when she was upset, but Santana still prefered her smile.

"I don't mind I was planning on paying the cab driver anyway whether you caught a ride or not. You are practically on the way anyways."

"But we had to backtrack and we were stuck in that traffic jam and you would have been home by now if I hadn't gotten in." Brittany tried to argue.

"And I was having a completely shitty night until you did get in so we'll just call you cheering me up as your payment, okay?" A small smile threatened to break Brittany's frown at Santana's words.

"I don't think-"

"Well I don't care what you think on this matter." Santana cut her off maintaining her teasing look. "I wasn't going to make you pay either way so lets just drop this act and not pretend like you're not completely blown away at my generosity." She winked. God was she flirting with Brittany?

"You're right." Brittany sighed, teasing glint in her eye and smile again in place. Was Brittany flirting with her?

"I always am." Santana confidently stated.

"And full of yourself." Brittany continued to tease.

Santana scoffed affronted. "Now that's the second time someone has said that to me tonight. My friend voiced the same comment not two hours ago."

"Smart friend. We'd probably get along smashingly."

"First of all, I'm me, who else and I supposed to be full of? And secondly, smashingly?" Santana leaned forward eyebrow raised. "Who says that?"

"I do." Brittany responded. "And if you're going to be full of someone-" Wanky. "I'm glad it's you. You're fun." Brittany beamed. "And super nice."

"Thanks." Santana laughed. "Been a long time since I've been called nice." Santana started counting on her fingers as she continued. "Bitch, cold-hearted snake-"

"Oooo I love that song!" Brittany spoke up and Santana spared a small smile for Brittany's excitement.

"-Cunt, monster, Satan, devil's child, devil's wife, Bitchy McBitcherson." She paused. "That last one was ridiculous."

"You've been called all those things before?" Brittany asked softly.

"Oh Honey. I've been called most of those things just today." Santana smirked.

"That's not nice. I'm sorry you have to hear those things from others." Brittany reached over and took one of Santana's hands in hers. Santana looked down as Brittany intertwined their fingers and only looked up when Brittany squeezed gently. She was met with caring blue eyes and she knew even if their cab crashed into a building she wouldn't be able to look away. "They must not know who you really are, or else they'd see what I do."

"Yeah, what's that?" Santana asked after finding her voice. She was anxious to hear what Brittany really thought of her.

"Exactly what I said. You're someone who is fun and nice. You don't sweat the small things but are protective over those you think are important. You're someone who doesn't care what other people think, for the most part." She paused, biting her bottom lip obviously torn in regards to her next words. "But you want to be accepted. And you are extremely faithful."

Santana was touched. Brittany was good at reading people apparently because there was no way she would be able to just guess all those things and get so close to the truth. "Mostly correct." Santana whispered as she kept Brittany's gaze.

"What part was wrong?" Brittany cocked her head to one side.

"The faithful part." Normally she would say that was correct, except Quinn had just pointed out not long ago that she hadn't been faithful while with the flight attendant. Not that she didn't believe the girl was completely faithful with her either.

"I don't believe it." Brittany stated matter-of-factly.

"Well believe it." Santana sighed. She probably could have lied and dropped it but looking into Brittany's eyes she just couldn't find it in her to make anything up. "I've been the cheater before. Kind of the opposite of faithful don't ya think?" Brittany squinted as she pinched her lips shut. She concentrated on her so hard Santana was worried she would short-circuit something.

"Was their feelings involved?" Where did that question come from?

"With who? The girl or the girl on the side?"

Brittany's brow shot up quickly at Santana's answer before she smiled wider than anything she had shown so far. "Girls?" She asked and by the blush that found its way up her neck and across her cheeks Santana was sure the question just slipped out. "I mean, um both." She tried to correct herself, and again she was being so damn adorable Santana couldn't help but admire her. "Were their feeling involved with either of them?"

Santana decided to show mercy for once and chose to let Brittany's slip up go. "No, no feelings."

"Then that's not cheating." Brittany stated firmly and Santana instantly gave her a questioning look. "Sounds more like friends with benefits to me. Did she sleep with anyone besides you?"

"I never bothered to ask, but I'm sure she did." Santana supplied.

"Then definitely just friends with benefits." Brittany nodded once as if closing the book on the argument.

"But we weren't friends." Santana felt relieved with Brittany's logic. Monique was the only girl she had not stayed faithful too and although she hid it from others it had bothered her that she was so weak that she resorted to sleeping around. It was just Monique was never around when Santana had the urge and normally when Santana would start to crave others she would break up with the current girl. But Monique was never around for the break up either. In fact straight after her and Monique's welcome home sex, Santana had broken it off. Monique had just shrugged and waved before walking out of Santana's apartment and her life.

"Acquaintances with benefits then?" Brittany asked and her nose as she thought deeply on the subject.

"Sounds closer to the actual arrangement."

"Then definitely not cheating. Any other times?"

"No." Santana replied truthfully.

"See, like I said, faithful." Brittany's body bobbed up and down and Santana was sure if she wasn't seated she would be jumping. "And I even bet you felt bad about thinking it was cheating."

Santana's only response was to shrug her shoulders as she looked out the front windshield of the cab. They were only a few blocks from Brittany's stop. Santana was glad that the rain had slowed because that meant Brittany wouldn't be stuck in a downpour, considering Santana didn't know how far from the corner Brittany actually lived.

"You act tough and nonchalant but you don't like thinking of yourself as a cheater do you?"

"No one does. Or I guess no decent person should." Santana responded and looked back to Brittany.

"Awe you just admitted you're a decent person." Brittany cooed.

"Aww, mother fucker!" Santana exclaimed. "You speak of this to no one. Do you hear?" Santana pointed her index finger of the hand not still holding Brittany's at the blonde's face. Brittany laughed once more and nodded her head. She lifted her own free hand and made a show of turning an invisible key to her mouth. "Good. I can let you live then." Santana teased, smiling once more.

The cab came to a stop and both girls looked out the window to see they had arrived at Brittany's location. Brittany released Santana's hand, opened the door and got out of the cab. She moved so fast Santana had no time to react. She keenly felt the loss of Brittany's presence as soon as she stepped out. Santana wanted to say something and the 'bye' on the tip of her tongue felt like the completely wrong thing to say.

Instead of slamming to door of the cab and continuing on Brittany turned and leaned her head back into the cab. She braced herself with one hand on the seat. "I feel totally like a jerk for not paying my share of the cab." She stated with an apologetic look.

"I said don't worry about it." Santana smiled gently but Brittany didn't move to leave, even if her body was still being drizzled on by the stubborn rain that continued to fall. Brittany's nose crinkled again as she thought.

"I know!" Brittany all but yelled as she held her flower hair clip out before Santana. "Here take this. It's not much and probably not worth even a quarter of what I owe for my portion but it's my favorite so that should count for something. Or it had been my favorite until it tried to blind me." She finished her rant glaring down at the offending item once more.

"Oh, no. Really, you don't owe me anything and I couldn't take your favorite clip. I'd feel bad."

"I want you to have it." Brittany turned her pout on as she looked to Santana.

"Fine." Santana gave in and took the item gently from Brittany's grip. Brittany started backing out of the cab with a triumphant smile plastered to her face. She waved good-bye and opened her mouth to probably voice the same sentiment but Santana panicked. She couldn't let Brittany leave. The past twenty minutes were the most interesting and sadly the happiest she had been in a very, very long time. Santana pictured, once again, her homecoming. The silence she knew awaited her that she once looked forward to, after a day of arguing at work, she now dreaded. She wanted to hear Brittany talk some more, wanted to hear her laugh, and her funny jokes and learn what other objects she felt had a mind of their own. She wanted to stay in Brittany's company. She didn't want to be alone anymore. "Wait!" she yelled just as Brittany was almost out of the car once more. She returned to her previous position and tilted her head in question.

"Yeah?"

"Um-" Santana paused and racked her brain for something, anything really, that would delay the other's exit, but she came up with nothing. There was no sane reason for Brittany to stay. There was no reason for Brittany to continue to want to see her. She smiled briefly at the thought that creeped into her mind but was afraid to voice it. After the discussion they just had she wasn't sure if it was an appropriate move to make. Santana looked up from the purple glass flower she had been focussing on and looked into Brittany's eyes once more. She didn't think she'd be able to live with herself if she let Brittany go without asking. She finally summed up the courage looking into Brittany's soft eyes. "Would you- I mean do you maybe want to- God." Santana scoffed at her lack of game. "Would you like to go to dinner with me sometime?"

Brittany's smile brightened and Santana was sure she was going to answer positively, but soon Brittany's smile turned softer, more understanding and Santana realized a rejection was on the way.

"I have a boyfriend." Brittany stated.

"Oh-" Santana tried to keep the disappointment from being too evident in her voice but was positive she failed. "Of course you do." She smiled to keep the frown from showing on her face. Of course Brittany was perfect and also perfectly straight.

"But if I didn't I'd say yes in a heartbeat." Santana was surprised at the response. Apparently she wasn't completely straight after all. Not that it was going to make a difference anyway.

Santana was even more surprised when Brittany leaned forward and gently brushed her lips against to corner of her mouth. It took everything in her to not grab the back of Brittany's neck and force her lips on her own properly. But the warm feeling that accompanied Brittany's touches was amplified. Santana's skin was tingling where Brittany's lips had been. She watched as Brittany pulled away and said a soft good-bye before exiting the cab and shutting the door. Santana watched as Brittany began to run down the street without looking back.

Santana sighed at her missed chance. Of course the first girl she had become really, very interested in was taken.

It was probably for the best, she thought. She'd probably just end up hurting the blonde in the long run. But thinking of it made Santana scowl. She already knew she would rather poke her own eye out with the glass flower than hurt Brittany.

She'd probably never see her again anyway.


"Come on, Santana. You look like you're attending a funeral, not a wedding." Quinn sidled up alongside Santana in the row of chairs set out on the grass of Central Park.

"I'm wearing green aren't I?" Santana retorted snidely. "If I was thinking of attending a funeral I'd be in black."

"I didn't mean your dress. I meant your face." Quinn quipped.

"What's wrong with my face?" Santana panicked and pulled a compact out of her clutch to examine her skin. She looked up to her friend when she didn't see anything but perfection, just as it had been tem minutes ago when she'd last looked. She caught Quinn's eye roll as she playfully nudged Santana's shoulder with her own.

"I meant you look like someone died." Quinn explained.

"They did." Santana stared seriously into Quinn's eyes until her hazel ones softened and she asked who. "Emily's better judgement." Santana burst out laughing as Quinn tried to hold her own laughter in. "Where's Mr. Fabgay?" Santana switched topics.

"When are you going to stop calling him that? I took his name not the other way around." Quinn sent a half-hearted glare at her best friend.

"He might as well have taken your name with how much he bends over backwards at everything you say. I'm surprised he can even stand up straight with how damaged his spine must be at this point."

"Don't be rude." She scolded. "Chad had to work, he'll be at the reception later."

"Oh, Goodie." Santana clapped her hands along with her sarcasm.

Quinn was undoubtedly about to respond with her own quip but they were interrupted by Kitty sitting down on the other side of Santana and cleared her throat when neither of the other former Cheerios looked her way.

"Emily and Puck were meaning to talk to you." She stated when both of them reluctantly gave her their attention.

"Then send one of them on over Sourpuss."

"I would but they are both kind of busy at the moment. You know, with the wedding being minutes from happening." Santana was about to comment on why this couldn't wait until after the ceremony but Kitty must have sensed what was coming. "And cut the fucking bitch attitude. I think it's clear by this point I'm immune to your fucked up sarcasm." She paused to stare both Santana and Quinn down and only continued when both of the older girls relented and ceased their glaring. "Okay, so here's the thing. One of Puck's Groomsmen, Paul- you know him?" Quinn and Santana both nodded. "Well his girlfriend is Marley's Maid of Honor. Now you must know that since the two weddings are only three weeks apart that most of the friends, which are attending both dates, are just sticking around New York."

"Yes, yes, we are well aware of this Kitty." Quinn spoke up as both Santana and herself turned their attention to the other people moving about. "I have Sam and Mercedes and Tina and Mike staying with me for the next three weeks because of that reason."

"Okay, well this girl -Paul's girlfriend- needs a place to stay for those three weeks. Puck and Emily were wondering if you could take her in."

"Did you not just hear me? I said I have six people living in my apartment as it is. There is no way I can take in another, especially one I don't know the first thing about." Quinn responded annoyed.

"Did I say I was talking to you?" Santana and Quinn's heads snapped sharply in Kitty's direction. They saw the smirk widen as Kitty received their full attention for once.

"What do you mean?" Quinn asked.

"Oh, Fuck no." Santana responded.

"Come on. We all know that unlike Quinn and everyone else that lives in New York, who have put up many guests in their homes, you have yet to accept any, Santana."

"There's a reason for that Quinn's little Mini-me." Santana snapped. "I don't like people. Even Quinn here I barely tolerate."

"Hey!" Quinn spoke up affronted.

"I couldn't guarantee the individuals safety in my apartment." Santana continued, ignoring Quinn's outburst to which she crossed her arms and huffed.

"No one said you had to babysit the girl. She is quite capable of taking care of herself."

"It's me I can't protect her from. I am not held responsible for my reactions to others if it gets a little physical, especially in my home." Santana explained.

"Just let her crash at your place. We all know you have a spare room." Santana turned to look at Quinn, surprise evident on her face. She was getting back at her for the harmless dig by siding against her? Ugh, it was so like her.

"Why doesn't she just stay with her damn boyfriend, where ever he's staying?" Santana asked thinking it was a valid question. Most of the couple she knew were staying together. Kurt and Blaine were staying with Rachel and Finn, who where officially engaged and waiting to be married next summer. Why not have this girl just stay with her boyfriend? It made sense.

"They were originally supposed to but he is staying with Puck and Jake, because he doesn't know anyone else enough to ask for an invitation."

"So she can stay there with them, problem solved."

"No not problem solved. They didn't expect Jake and Puck's mom's both wanting to stay with them. They get along well enough but when Puck's mom heard that Jake's was staying at their place she insisted she be close as well in case Emily needed her for something." Kitty paused but realized Santana was nowhere near convinced. "When they found out Paul's girlfriend insisted he stay with his friends to catch up because they see each other so rarely since they moved from New York, and she said she would stay with a friend of hers that lived here."

"And let me guess. Those plans fell through as well?" Santana questioned.

"Yeah, something about her friend having a son now that is deathly allergic to cats. Anyway it's a no go there and she only just found out about it last night. Paul is sleeping on a couch at Puck and Jake's and there are too many people in that house as is. Emily and Marley have been trying to find different arrangements. They even thought of sending both Paul and his girlfriend to your place so they could be together."

"Oh, hells no. There will not be a fucking man, who's a stranger, sleeping anywhere near my goodies ever again." Santana rose her voice in a form of finality.

"That's exactly what Puck said you'd say. Word for word actually." Kitty pondered while Quinn and Santana chuckled. "So the girlfriend apparently said if they could just find a place for her to crash then that would be fine. If it wasn't three full weeks she would stay in a hotel and if she wasn't the Maid of Honour and was needed for Marley's last-minute planning then she would have flown home and returned." Kitty tried once more to get Santana to accept. It was the reason she was sent in the first place; she didn't take no for an answer. A fact both Quinn and Santana secretly admired about her and publically frowned on.

"How annoying is she?" Santana asked.

"Really sweet and quiet. You won't even know she's there." Was Kitty's immediate response.

"How ugly?"

"What?" Kitty asked, confused.

"Oh Santana stop being such a fucking bitch." Quinn said while smacking Santana's arm.

"It's a valid question." Santana deadpanned.

"In what universe?" Quinn asked.

"In this one. In mine." Santana turned to face Quinn a little easier. "If she's so far below my level than she's going to become obsessed with me. I can't handle another stalker Quinn. Especially one in my own home that's fucked up." Quinn nodded in agreement because Santana did have a stalker of two over the years. "And if she's slightly cute than she's going to obviously fall in love with me and I won't be held responsible for my actions if I get weak one night and fall to her advances. It won't be my fault if I break up their happy relationship." Kitty scoffed and both Quinn and Santana turned to her, almost having forgotten she was present.

"She's being serious." Quinn addressed Kitty directly.

"Are you kidding me?" Kitty asked mouth agape.

"Answer the damn question." Santana was getting fed up with the conversation and wanted to just say yes to get the annoyingly pushy girl away from her. And she thought Rachel was pushy!

"She's hot, I guess." Kitty stated and looked to Quinn who Santana noticed was nodding her head. That fucking traitor was still against her. "Way out of your league actually."

Santana heard Quinn groan as she shook her head in the negative. "Don't fucking tell her that." Quinn almost whined. "Now she's going to take it as a challenge."

"Well how was I supposed to know that?" Kitty asked.

"Everybody knows that." Santana shrugged. "Fine she can stay and I'll even do my best from trying to get in the girls pants." She said in Quinn's direction. It was kind of nerving that Quinn thought so little of her self-control.

"Are you sure? It's been awhile for you hasn't it? I know how you get when you've had a bit of a dry spell."

It was true. Usually when it had been awhile since she'd had sex she would get frustrated one night for no reason and find the closest, willing girl she could find, that was also clean, to do the nasty with. When she was younger it had been worse. Lately, however, she was cutting back on the one night stands. Not that they didn't happen occasionally because a girl has needs, but she wasn't finding the same satisfaction she once had with the randoms she hooked up with. She wasn't a slut or anything, she had standards and even tried for the most part to turn the encounters into something more but it had never worked out.

The last year she'd only had a few one night stands and she'd learned from the past that trying for anything more afterwards was a waste of time. She'd been on a few of first and second dates but nothing ever lasted much longer than that. It wasn't that she didn't want it, she really did. She was sick of being alone and the only odd man out at dinners with her friends. She hated that Quinn and Rachel made Chad and Finn stay home more than they should just so she wouldn't get depressed and lonely. It wasn't fair to them.

The problem was that no one was ever good enough. She never thought she was picky. She had standards but not overly hard to reach ones. But the picture she had in her head was apparently too hard to meet for any of the girls she tried to date. But Santana couldn't bring herself to lower the bar.

It was all her fault.

She'd spent twenty glorious minutes with one girl over a year ago in a dirty, smelly cab and now no other girl could live up to Santana's standards. Because they weren't her. They didn't have the right laugh, or as bright of smile. They didn't have her witty banter or teasing side. They didn't send warm pulses through her when they touched her. They weren't good enough and Santana was starting to think she had made a huge mistake in letting Brittany go so easily.

Yes, she still remembered her name. Brittany. Another criteria for her future dates. They couldn't be named Brittany. It reminded Santana too much of the perfect girl she would never have. She should have grabbed the girls neck like she wanted and kissed her like she deserved to be kissed. She should have run after her in the rain, yelling her name and not stopping until Brittany had agreed on the date. She should have done something, said something. Anything but let her walk away like she had.

She'd walked through her door and was greeted with the silence she'd known would be there. She had sat on her couch and closed her eyes and replayed every second of the cab ride. And then spent the entire night scolding herself for not being brave enough to go after what she wanted. She'd felt so alone sitting in her apartment. She could have phoned one of the girls who were always on standby to keep her company. But the knowledge that while she was with one of these girls that Brittany's face was bound to pop up in her mind was enough to turn her off of the idea. Instead she had laid in bed and cried herself to sleep for the first time in three years.

The next day she'd awoken with a purpose. She called in sick to work and had gotten up and ready as fast as she could. She spent the entire day walking around Soho in hopes of catching a glimpse of her. She spent many hours walking up and down the streets closest to the corner they dropped Brittany off the night before. She ate at a coffee shop in the area and paid close attention to every blonde that passed by. She crawled into bed late that night having stayed to see if Brittany might have a job working nights.

She'd returned to Soho every chance she got and each time she brought the glass flower hair clip with her in hopes of using it as an excuse to be in the neighbourhood. She never bumped into her. A month passed and then two and Santana was convinced Brittany must have lied and not lived in the neighbourhood. Maybe it was her boyfriends place and they had broken up so she wasn't living in Soho anymore. The thought had broken her because she didn't know where else to look or where to start. All she knew about her was her name was Brittany and she was originally from Tuscaloosa.

Her almost daily trips to Soho turned into a couple of times a week and then once a week.

She still turned up in Soho every Saturday, still clinging to the hope that Brittany would appear and laugh at Santana for waiting around so long because she was out of the country on those save the world type things you always heard people talking about. Brittany was nice and generous and Santana could see her going to help those less fortunate. It was one of the many scenarios that she imagined when she was sitting in the same coffee shop every week only paying attention to the blonde women who passed.

She had only ever told Quinn about Brittany, no one else, and only because for the first few weeks Quinn had questioned where Santana always ran off to. Quinn had at first encouraged Santana to go looking for her girl but after a few more weeks of turning up nothing Quinn started distracting Santana so she wouldn't continue to be disappointed day in and day out.

Santana was brought from her thoughts as Kitty got up to leave. She replayed their conversation automatically in case there was some snide comment she should be throwing at the retreating back but only one thing popped out at her.

"Allergies is why you said she couldn't stay with her friend?" Santana asked to be sure.

"Yeah, cat dander." Kitty turned to face Santana and then widened her eyes at what she realized she hadn't mentioned.

"She's bringing a cat?" Santana's voice lowered menacingly and Kitty took several quick steps back, bumping into an usher and almost landing on her ass in the grass.

"You already said yes. Quinn's my witness." The younger girl said before turning and running off to probably relay the message to Puck or Emily or Marley.

Santana turned to Quinn to suss out if she was still on everyone else's side or if she had returned from the darkness to bask in the rightness that was Santana's whole being. Quinn only smirked at her and turned to observe the new arrivals. She was most definitely not on her side just yet.

The ceremony was beautiful and Santana gave full credit to Emily as they walked up to congratulate the newlyweds. Emily thanked her and then pulled Santana aside.

"And thank you so much for taking in Paul's girlfriend. We were all worried that she would have to remain with us for the duration of the three weeks." When Santana gave her an unpleasantly confused look Emily was quick to rephrase what she said, realizing how unwelcome the girl seemed to be portrayed. "I mean that there is just not enough room. Marley and I have our hands full with our mother in-laws that we have hardly said three words to the poor girl this past day. We feel horrible and seriously, I would like to kick Paul out as well but we realize you letting one person stay is thanks enough and we wouldn't dare ask you to do more than that." She paused, obviously waiting for Santana to speak up and ensure that Paul was welcome to stay alongside his girlfriend. She obviously hadn't spent nearly enough time in Santana's presence to know her very well. Emily only continued when it was evident Santana's focus was wandering. "I guess we really should introduce you two considering you are going to be living together the next three weeks. You guys are going to be the best of friends, I know it." She was speaking way to high to be genuine and Santana knew that she was thinking the same things that was running through her head.

Fat chance that was going to happen.

Emily tuned and linked arms with Santana and led her behind the arch her and Puck had said their vows under.

"Paul! Paul!" She yelled and one of the men Santana recognized as a Groomsmen turned around and smiled at Emily. "Have you seen-" she cut herself off as she scanned the area. "Oh, nevermind, there she is."

Emily continued to drag Santana over to a group of girls chatting animatedly. She recognized Marley and Kitty immediately but the other four were either turned away from her or she didn't even know them.

Emily strode up to one of the girls and tapped her on the shoulder. She was wearing a light pink dress that Santana would think was a little too girly for most women to pull off. But the material was a snug fit and showed off the other girl's figure. Even from the back Santana was aware that Kitty was telling the truth. This girl was hot. Her legs seemed to go on forever, being exposed from mid-thigh all the way to her strappy nude heels. Santana's eyes raked up the girls form and barely registered the blonde hair atop her head done up in an intricate display of braids and loose tendrils when the girl turned to acknowledge Emily.

"Brittany, this is Santana." She smiled and tugged on Santana's arm she was still clinging to and for once Santana was gladdened by the girls annoying need to be a cling monster because she was sure without her support she would have fainted on the spot as Brittany's blue eyes captured her own. "Santana this is Brittany. Santana here has agreed to let you stay with her until Marley's wedding."

It was Brittany, her Brittany.


So I hope it's a good start.

P.S. Thank you to the reviewer that pointed out my mistake. I feel like a douche. In a good 'Thanks for correcting me' Kind of way.