As she sat down on the sofa Santana stared into her wife's eyes and kissed her softly on her sweet forehead. Smiling back Brittany ran her fingers through Santana's long, black hair and grabbed her hand. The TV was on and Brittany flicked through the channels to find something she wanted to watch when she stopped at an episode of toddlers in tiaras.

"This makes me mad Britt, please change it" Santana asked, in reply Brittany shook her head. Santana just sniggered and turned her head to the screen.

Suddenly someone burst through the door with a black balaclava and outfit with a pistol, finger on the trigger. Both of the women's jaws dropped at the man in the doorway.

Pointing the gun at the pairing the man took the laptop on the desk and got out.

911 Santana dialled to get to the police. When she got through Santana explained the events and gave a description of the man. Santana put down the phone and pulled Brittany into her arms, holding her close. That was what Brittany loved about her wife, she was rarely sensitive but when she was, she really was. Sometimes the pair didn't need words to know exactly how one another felt, they just knew, this was one of them times.

Little did Brittany and Santana know this experience would bring them closer together.

A/N: I know that this chapter is short but I wanted to get it out and I will try to make them longer in the future.