A/N: Hi everyone, time for Chapter 2! So just a few things, first, this chapter is really part 1 of 2, and I've been told that it's going to feel filler-ish because of that. There is a lot of important information in this chapter and the next, but because it was getting too long (20,000+ words), I had to break it into two chapters. The good thing about that, Chapter 3 is ready and will be posted in a few days to tie this part up. I didn't post both chapters at the same time because I think it's just going to be too much to ingest at one time, so they will be posted a couple of days apart.

Again, I would like to thank Stalpankaka for her help with this chapter. If you haven't read her stories, please take a look. She is awesome!

Also, I would like to thank everyone who read the last chapter. With all the likes, alerts, reviews, and messages, I feel like the reaction to the story was positive, so I'm thrilled about that. I responded to everyone who left messages and reviews, but since I had anon reviewers and two signed reviewers (JRRS and heath47) who have their PM feature disabled, I want to take the time now to thank you all! You guys are great, and I appreciate your thoughts!

Disclaimer: I don't own 'Glee' or any copyrighted material or products that are mentioned in this story.

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Chapter 2

Less than three hours after she went to bed, Santana heard the alarm on her phone go off. She rolled over, turned it off, and then buried her face into her pillow.

"Ugh! I just went to bed!" She groaned into the pillow. She was still tired and didn't want to get out of her comfortable cocoon of fluffy pillows and blankets.

She allowed herself to lay there for a few more minutes before she pulled herself out of bed and trudged into the bathroom to get ready for her audition. When she walked past the sink, she saw Brittany's bathroom bag sitting next to hers on the marble counter top, and a smile found its way onto her face.

"If only that was a permanent sight." She thought and then when her words set into her still foggy brain, she balked at the idea.

"Permanent! You just met her and you're already thinking permanent?"

Santana shook her head to rid herself of those crazy thoughts. Yes, she was crushing hard on Brittany, and yes, she absolutely wanted to date her and see where it goes, but to think of anything romantic between them as "permanent" was WAY too early at this point.

"Ok, maybe I don't want to think permanent, but I wouldn't mind seeing her stuff next to mine regularly." She whispered the amendment to herself. She thought if she said it aloud, it would have greater effect.

After a quick shower, she dried and styled her hair. When she went to get dressed, she debated over what she should wear, and narrowed it down to a few choices. Ultimately, she went with something that she thought a fashion conscious young teacher would wear, since that was the part she auditioning for, and went with a pair of tailored black dress slacks and heals, and a form fitting red blouse. She then applied her make-up, with concealer, because after a transcontinental flight and less than three hours of sleep, she had some dark circles under her eyes.

When she was ready to leave, she looked herself over one last time in the room's full-length mirror.

"Okay, Lopez, let's go to work." She said to herself and then gathered her things.

Santana planned to sneak out of the room as quietly as she could, so she wouldn't wake Brittany, but when she opened the bedroom door, she saw that she was already awake and sitting up reading.

"Oh!" Santana said with surprise.

"Hey!" Brittany said with a smile as she looked up from a magazine. "You look amazing. Red is definitely your color." She said after she took a second to take in Santana's appearance.

"Thanks. What are you doing up? Was I too loud? Did I wake you?" Santana asked, confused. She wasn't expecting to see Brittany until much later in the day.

"No, you weren't loud, I heard your alarm go off a little while ago, and I thought that you would like some breakfast to take with you." Brittany said as she picked-up a wrapped bagel and a cup of coffee sitting on the coffee table in front of her. She walked over to Santana to give them to her. "I didn't know what you would like, so I just went with a plain bagel and cream cheese and I wasn't sure if you like your coffee with cream and sugar, so this is just black, but I brought some back with me if you want to add to it."

Santana felt her heart jump in her chest from the sweet and thoughtful gesture, and a shy smile etched itself onto her face. "Brittany, this is so sweet of you. Thank you, but you didn't have to do all this."

"I know I didn't, but I wanted too." Brittany said returning the smile.

"Aww, thank you." Santana said and then looked around for Brittany's breakfast. "Where's yours?"

"Oh, I didn't get any for me. I'll probably just grab something on my way to my audition. I don't know how long I'll be there, and I might not have the chance to eat lunch, so if I eat right before, I'll be good to go for a few hours."

"Oh, okay. I'd love to sit here and eat this with you, but I have to get going."

"Yeah, sure. Do you want any cream and sugar for your coffee?"

"Um, yeah, two creams and one sugar."

"You got it!" Brittany chirped and then proceeded to add the requested items to Santana's coffee. "There you go! Have fun at your audition." She said and handed Santana her coffee and bagel.

Their fingers grazed as they were exchanging the items and Santana felt a tingle where Brittany's skin touched her own and it shot through her whole body.

"Thanks and I will." Santana said forcing her voice to sound normal. She put her wrapped bagel in her purse. "You should try to get some more rest before your own audition." She urged. She was thankful for her surprise breakfast, because she was in desperate need of caffeine, but she didn't want this to be a detriment to Brittany's audition. She had a lot more to lose by not getting her part than Santana did.

"I'm going to lay back down for a bit after you leave." Brittany said with reassurance.

"Good, and don't lie back down on that couch. I'm sure it's not very comfortable. Go lay down on the bed, okay?"

"Alright."

"Oh and set an alarm. That bed is too comfortable; I don't want you to fall into a deep sleep and miss your audition."

"Okay San!" Brittany said with a little salute and cheesy grin. She thought it was cute how Santana was fussing over her.

Santana nearly died from the look Brittany was giving her and she loved the nickname. She had never been called that before and she liked the idea of Brittany having a special name for her.

"Speaking of being late, you better go before you're late." Brittany said and motioned towards the door.

"Yeah, okay." Santana said and looked at her watch. "I'll text you later. Are we still on for dinner tonight?"

"Of course. I wouldn't miss it." Brittany said with a shy smile.

Santana felt heat rush to her cheeks. "Okay, I guess I'll see you later."

"Okay." Brittany said in return and pulled Santana in for a tight hug.

Santana returned the embrace as best she could since she was holding a hot cup of coffee. She felt her whole body relax at Brittany's touch. It was funny, a few minutes ago, just a simple touch from Brittany sent her senses into a tizzy, and now it was having a relaxing effect. Santana wasn't sure why her body was reacting the way that it was when Brittany touched her, but one thing she did know was that she liked it.

After a few moments, Brittany pulled back and before Santana could ask what the spontaneous hug was for, Brittany took her hand and lightly squeezed, "My dad always says 'a hug from a friend is one of the best gifts you could ever get,' so I hope it's lucky for you today and you get your part."

Santana felt her heart melt from that response and she pulled Brittany into another hug. She wrapped the arm that was holding her coffee behind Brittany's back and her free hand went to the back of Brittany's head, "Good luck today Britt." She whispered into her blonde hair.

Brittany's breath hitched and she tightened her grip around Santana's waist. "Thanks, San, you're a really good friend, and I'm sure your hug is going to bring me lots of luck."

A few moments later, Santana reluctantly broke their embrace, and made her way over to the door and opened it. She hated to leave, but she really had to leave now if she was going to be on time for her meeting. Before she walked out, she looked back at Brittany in her matching purple and floral print pajama shorts and tank top, and smiled at her. "See ya soon."

Brittany blushed and returned a shy smile. "Can't wait."

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"Miss Lopez, she's ready for you." A young receptionist said as he approached her and then motioned to a set of closed double doors.

"Oh. Thank you." Santana said, putting her purse over her shoulder and walked towards the doors.

The receptionist opened the door for her and then left once she was in the office.

"Santana! It's great to see you again!" A tall brunette woman said cheerfully as she walked out from behind her desk to greet her with a friendly hug.

"You too Shelby." Santana said with a smile, embracing the other woman.

Usually both women would have given a handshake since this was a business meeting, but they had worked together a few times before when Shelby produced Santana's music videos so they were pretty familiar with each other.

"Please have a seat." Shelby said gesturing for Santana to sit in one of the two seats in front of her desk, and then she took her own seat.

"Thanks."

"So I'm sure you're wondering why we called you here so quickly."

Santana chuckled. "I am. You should've seen me yesterday rushing around getting my stuff together. I think it freaked out my dog. He hid under the bed."

Shelby laughed. "I'm sure that was a sight to see. Well first, I'd like to thank you for coming out here so quickly and I apologize for putting you through the stress. Normally, I wouldn't have done that to you, and as you know, you were my first choice for this part, but Will Schuester, our director wanted to see you one more time before we offered you the part. Unfortunately he got a call yesterday saying that his wife's brother was ill, so he has to leave town for a few weeks to help out."

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that." Santana said surprised. Out of all the reasons that ran through her mind as to why they rushed her to New York that was not one of them.

"Yeah so was I. Emma and I have been friends for years and I've known her brother for almost as long as I've known her, so when Will told me about him having a stroke, it kind of hit home."

"I'm sorry. He had a stroke, how old is he?"

"Um, fifty, so he's still pretty young and it was so sudden. I think everyone's in shock."

"Yeah. I'm sure. I hope he has a full recovery."

"He stands a good chance since it was a minor stroke."

"That's good to hear." Santana said and she meant it. Even though she didn't know the man, she hated to hear news like that.

"Anyways, the reason we rushed you here was that we wanted to have all the casting done next week, and since Will will be gone for a few weeks, we thought if we could get you here for an early reading, he could be on a plane tonight to meet Emma."

"Yeah, that sounds great. I'm glad I was able to get here in time."

"Me too. I hope it wasn't too much trouble." Shelby said with genuine concern.

Santana chuckled again. "It was a little bit of a mad-dash to get to the plane on time, but actually the flight went a lot better than I thought it would, so no, it was no trouble."

"Great. Will is down the hall in one of the casting rooms. Shall we go meet him so we can send him on his way to his family, and then afterwards, we'll take a short break, and then if everything goes as planned, you and I can go over some of the filming details?"

"Sounds good." Santana said with a smile. The caffeine from her coffee was kicking in, so she felt very energized. She was sure that all she had to do was go in there, give it her all, and the part was in the bag.

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Brittany looked around the large room that she was in and watched the other dancers stretch in preparation for their audition. There were about fifty dancers there, and about half of them were going to go home disappointed. Brittany really hoped that she wasn't part of the disappointed group.

Usually Brittany was confident in her abilities, and that confidence typically showed in her dancing, but as she watched some of the female dancers warm up, she realized that she was in the presence of some very skilled and graceful dancers, and it shook her confidence a little.

The auditions were going to start soon, and they had been informed that they were going to be called at random and given several different dance routines and speaking lines to read to see what parts they would be suited for.

Brittany never really considered herself an actress. She danced, and yes, sometimes that meant that she had to act out parts, but excluding a few lines in her high school's musical productions, it never included speaking, so that part of the audition made her nervous and she hoped that she didn't mess it up. Her confidence was certainly taking a hit today, and of all times for that to happen, this was not it.

Brittany sat down beside her bag, extended her feet, and then leaned down so her torso was lying on her legs and she hooked her hands around her bottom of her feet to hold the position. She usually stretched in that position for about forty seconds, but around the twenty-second mark, her phone vibrated in her bag and interrupted her count. Since she had already lost count, she decided to check her phone before she continued her warm-up routine.

She reached over to her bag and rummaged around to find the offending device. She figured at the very least, she should put her phone on silent so if somebody tried to send her something or call her again, it would not be noticeable, because she was certain that with her luck, it would go off while she was in the with casting directors, and that would not make a good first impression.

When she found it, she unlocked the phone and noticed that she had a text message from Santana. A wide smile etched onto her face as she read the long message.

From Santana Lopez 10:57AM: Hey Britt, I'm not sure if I'll catch you before you go in for your audition, but I just wanted to send you a quick message to say 'good luck' and I know that you'll do fine! Just flash them that beautiful smile and personality and knock 'em dead with your killer dance moves! They'd be crazy not to pick you. Oh and things went well here with me, I got the part! I'm on my way back to our room to go over some paperwork. See ya later for dinner. Good luck!

Brittany felt her heart flutter from the sweet message. She was sure if anybody were to pay her any attention, they would wonder what was going on with her because she was blushing and her smile was so wide that it probably took up her whole face.

Four things from the message stood out for Brittany. First was the confidence that Santana had for her. She had known her for less than twenty-four hours and she had never seen her dance before, but she was confident that she would do fine. Brittany decided right then that if Santana was able to exert such confidence in her, then she needed to do the same for herself.

Second was the small snippet about Santana returning to 'our room.' It shouldn't have such an effect on her, especially since it was probably just mentioned in passing and Santana didn't mean anything special by it, but it caught her attention and she liked it being referred to as 'our room.'

Third was the mention of them having dinner together, and that really brightened her mood. Even though she had just received a major confidence boost from the text, it also gave her something positive to look forward to, in case things went badly and she wasn't offered a callback or a part.

And fourth was the fact that Santana got her part. She was so happy for her that she fired off a quick text congratulating her.

Brittany read Santana's message one more time for luck, and then she put her phone on silent mode before returning it to its place in her bag. She resumed her warm-up with a renewed spark of confidence and decided that even if she was beat out by the other dancers, she will have no regrets about it because she will have given it her best and that was all she could do.

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Santana walked into her suite and she felt like a small weight had been lifted off her shoulders. Her audition was a piece of cake. She was asked to read an inspirational speech that she as a teacher in an underprivileged school would give to her students to help motivate them, and then she was given a song to sing, with no preparation, which she guessed was to see how well she could adapt to last minute changes.

Overall, it went well and she was promptly offered the part. She and Shelby spent about forty-five minutes going over the proposed filming schedule for the twelve part series that was to shoot in New York and her contract. It was the middle of May, and filming was to begin in mid-July with the first episode airing in early November.

Santana went into the bedroom of the suite to retrieve her laptop and she set it up at the large round table that was in the living room. While she waited for her computer to start up, she looked around the room and noticed all of Brittany's things by the couch. She knew it was a pullout couch, but she noticed that Brittany had not pulled it out. She just slept on the couch as it was.

Santana had mixed feelings concerning Brittany sleeping on the couch. If the hotel hadn't messed up and lost Brittany's reservation, they wouldn't be sharing a suite together, which she was thankful for because it meant that she was able to spend more time with Brittany. However, on the other hand, the way the hotel staff had treated them angered her and it upset her further that Brittany was reduced to sleeping on a hotel couch, which she imagined was not very comfortable, when compared to a cozy bed.

When her computer was ready to be used, she briefly set aside her thoughts on the matter so she could insert a thumb drive into the USB port and upload her contract onto her computer so she could email it to her lawyer to look over.

When she was finished sending her email, she went over to the phone that was in the room and called the front desk.

"Front Desk, this is Liam, how may I assist you?" A voice on the other side of the line said.

"Hi, this is Santana Lopez in Suite 4501 and I would like to speak to the manager on duty."

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Around four o'clock Brittany walked out of her audition and headed back towards her hotel. She thought her audition went well, and she felt confident while she was dancing. Even the speaking part of the audition seemed to go better than she thought it would, which surprised her, so she was definitely in a good mood. She was sure her night was only going to get better since she had plans to have dinner with Santana.

Just the thought of Santana made her smile, and then she remembered that she promised that she would text her and let her know that she was on her way back. When she pulled her phone out of her bag, she took her phone off silent mode and then she noticed that she had two text messages, one from Santana, and one from Rachel. Her smile widened, because she realized that she liked getting texts from her new friend and she was always happy to hear from her best friend and sister.

She decided to check the message from Santana first.

From Santana Lopez 3:19 PM: Hey Britt, I had a talk with the manager today about last night and we've changed rooms. Stop by the concierge desk on your way up to get your new room key. We're in suite 4302.

Brittany was curious as to why they changed rooms. She figured that she would find out later when she saw Santana, so she decided to keep her return message short and sweet.

To Santana Lopez 4:08PM: Hey San! On my way back. Thanks for your text earlier, it really helped! ;-)

Then she read Rachel's message.

From Rachel Berry 3:24PM: Brittany, I was wondering how your audition went? Please call me when you're finished. I have something that I'd like to talk to you about.

Brittany wondered what Rachel wanted to talk about, and guessed that she just wanted to see how her audition went and maybe set up a time to meet. She figured that she should call her now on her walk back to the hotel, because she knew Rachel had a show later that night and she wouldn't be able to talk once she was at work.

Brittany scrolled down until she found Rachel's name and she pressed call. The phone rang three times before it was answered.

"Hello!" Rachel chirped into the phone.

"Hi Rachel! It's Brittany." She said enthusiastically.

"Brittany! How nice of you to call. How did your first Broadway audition go?"

"I think it went fine. They're going to call us tomorrow and let us know if we're called back or not. If I get a callback, I'm going to have to change my plane ticket because they said that we wouldn't do a second audition until Monday and my flight leaves on Sunday afternoon."

"That's typical. They'll make a decision tonight and then take the weekend off; which you might want to enjoy while you have the chance, because if you're chosen you'll be working six days a week."

"I know, and that's fine. Even if it's just a small background part, it's something to put on my résumé. Thanks again for letting me know about it."

"That's the spirit. As soon as I heard about the project, I knew I had to tell you about it. Just know I have faith in you Brittany. Even after all these years, you're still the best dancer I know." Rachel said with a genuine tone.

Brittany smiled from the compliment. She knew how critical Rachel was, but she gave credit where it was due, so getting a compliment out of her was like winning the lottery.

"Thanks, Rach."

"It's true. Oh, it seems like only yesterday we were both in the glee club singing and dancing our hearts out together! I can't believe that was six years ago! Where did the time go?"

Brittany shrugged, even though the other woman couldn't see her. "I don't know. It sure went by fast."

"Indeed, but at least we've had plenty of other opportunities to preform together. That little number we did for Dad and Daddy's anniversary last year was so much fun. I can't believe it's been a year since we last saw each other. We've never gone that long without a visit."

"I know, but it's just that I haven't been able to get home since I moved out to California." Brittany said with a pout. "I guess if I get this part, we're going to get to see each other a lot more, and then it will be easier on the Dads to visit us if we're in the same city. I'm glad they came out to L.A. to see me a few months ago, but it'd be better if they could see us both at the same time."

"Well, I for one am looking forward to it. I'll be keeping my fingers crossed for you." Rachel practically cheered into the phone.

"Me too." Brittany giggled.

"Speaking of Dad and Daddy, did you call them yet to tell them how your audition went?"

"No, I called them before I got on the plane yesterday and told them that I'd call them after I found out if I got a callback or not. I didn't want to get their hopes up by telling them I thought I did well and then not get a callback."

"I'm sure you will, so try not to worry about it." Rachel said, trying to sound reassuring. "So, Brittany, I was wondering, what're your plans for tonight?" She asked, changing the subject.

"I'm going to get a shower, and then my friend and I are going to dinner. After that, I don't know. Why?"

"Oh, I was unaware that you had a friend that lives here." Rachel said surprised.

"She doesn't live here yet, she actually came out here for an audition as well. We met on the plane."

"That sounds wonderful! It's always nice to make new friends. I was wondering, since you're in town, would you and your friend like to come to my show tonight and then meet me for drinks after?" Rachel offered.

"Sure that sounds like fun. I really want to see you, but I'll have to ask her first. I don't want to force her to go, and if she doesn't want to, we'll make plans to meet up over the weekend."

"Of course. I'll leave two tickets at the box office with your name and if you're able to make it, just text me and let me know. The show starts at eight, so just make sure you're there by seven-thirty so you can get your tickets and seats without having to rush."

"Okay, thanks Rachel. That's so nice of you."

"You're welcome. The Marquis Theater is right next door to your hotel, so you won't have to go too far, and I thought that if we meet up for drinks afterwards, the Broadway Lounge in the Marriott would be a good meeting place."

"Sounds good." Brittany chirped.

"Well, I must be going. I have to be at the theater early today. Apparently the director wants to have a cast meeting before the show."

"Okay, I have to go too. I'm just getting to my hotel. Have fun tonight and hopefully I'll see you later."

"Alright. You have fun with your friend." Rachel offered and then bid her farewell.

Brittany hung up the phone and then walked into the hotel to retrieve her new room key. Thankfully, there was no line at the concierge desk, so she picked up her key and arrived to her new room in record time.

When Brittany entered the room, she saw Santana sitting in one of the chairs in the living room reading. She was going to greet her until she noticed that Santana was actually asleep. She had her head propped up on the back of the chair with her mouth slightly open, her legs spread out over the ottoman and her hand was barely holding onto the papers that she had once been reading. Brittany thought that Santana looked absolutely adorable and at peace in her restful state, so she decided to take a shower and give her a few more minutes to sleep.

Brittany carefully removed the papers from the Santana's hand, so they wouldn't fall on the floor, and placed them neatly on the coffee table near an empty folder. She then took the small throw blanket that was lying on the couch and spread it out over Santana so she would be warm. Brittany thought that a blanket would not only keep her warm, but also help her sleep better and feel more secure. She knew that worked for her, so she tried it with Santana.

Before she left to shower, Brittany looked over Santana one more time to see that she was alright and when she was satisfied that she looked comfortable enough, she went into the bedroom and saw her suitcase laying by Santana's. She guessed that Santana had repacked her stuff for the room change so she kneeled down and unzipped the bag so she could locate her bathroom bag and pajamas.

Once she found her things, she quietly went into the bathroom, undressed and turned on the shower. She was in the mood for a muscle-relaxing hot shower. When the temperature was warm enough, she stepped into the shower and just let the hot water cascade over her body. She felt a little stress leave her body and honestly, she didn't even realize that she was stressed, but she just figured that her audition against several talented dancers had worn on her nerves a bit.

After her shower, Brittany felt so clean and relaxed. It almost made her feel like she was a new person with how refreshed she felt. She brushed her teeth, and then put on her pajamas and rolled her wet hair up in her towel. She decided that she would let her hair air-dry for a while before she dried it with her hair dryer.

When she stepped back into the living room, she noticed that her plan to cover Santana up had worked, because she had rolled onto her side so her cheek was pressed into the chair's cushion and she had the blanket in her hand, tucked under her chin. She looked so calm and comfortable, and the rhythm of her light breathing sounded so soothing. Brittany allowed herself to watch Santana sleep for a few more minutes before she woke her. It was almost five o'clock so they needed to start making a move if they were going to go to dinner, and hopefully make it to Rachel's show on time.

Brittany sat on the ottoman and reached over to tuck a few strands of loose hair behind Santana's ear and then she lightly ran her finger up and down the curve of her jaw in an effort to wake her gently instead of shaking her and potentially startling Santana out of her slumber.

Brittany pulled her hand back into her lap when Santana stirred and started blinking repeatedly to clear her vision from its sleepy state.

"Brittany?" Santana groaned.

"Yeah, it's me San, sorry to wake you." Brittany cooed. "She's cute when she's half asleep." She thought.

"It's fine. What time is it?" Santana yawned looking around the room trying to regain her bearings.

"Just before five."

"Oh, okay." Santana whispered and then sat up. She rubbed her eyes with her fingers and then yawned again.

"How long have you been sleeping?" Brittany asked.

"Umm, about an hour and a half. I sat down to read after I moved us and I must have passed out."

"You didn't get a lot of sleep last night. Are you feeling any better?" Brittany asked and placed a comforting hand onto Santana's hand that was on her leg.

"Y-yeah." Santana said with a hitch in her voice when Brittany started to rub her hand with her thumb. She wasn't expecting Brittany to take her hand. "I mean the nap helped." She said, clearing her throat. "I'm sure once I wake up, I won't feel tired anymore."

"That's good." Brittany said with a smile.

"Hey, I almost forgot, how'd your audition go?"

"Oh, I think it went fine. The dancing went well, but they gave me lines to read, so I don't know. I think it went okay, but I guess I'll find out tomorrow when they call to let me know if I got a callback or not."

"I'm sure it went fine." Santana said trying to sound reassuring.

"I hope you're right." Brittany giggled and she removed her hand from Santana's, placing it back into her own lap.

Santana missed the contact from their hands touching right away. "So anyways, I see that you've showered. I guess I better get one too before we go out."

"Okay." Brittany said and then stood up so Santana could get out of the chair. "I want to ask you something before you go, and if you don't want to do it, don't feel like you have to."

"Sure. What's up?" Santana asked as she stood up and stretched.

"I talked to Rachel earlier, and she offered us tickets to go see her show tonight, and then she wants to meet for drinks afterwards, so I was wondering if you'd like to do that? If you don't want to, or you want to do something else, that's fine too."

"Yeah, Britt, that sounds like fun. What show is it again? I know you said last night, but I can't remember."

"Evita."

"Oh! That's just next door. I haven't seen 'Evita' yet. We'll, I've seen the movie with Madonna, but not the stage version."

"I haven't seen the show either, and I've lost count how many times I watched that movie with Rachel, but I think it would be nice to see it in person, especially since it's Rachel show."

"Sounds like a plan. Well, I better get ready." Santana said heading towards to bedroom.

"Okay. I'll dry my hair in the bedroom while you're showering." Brittany said following her.

Santana nodded, and then flicked on the lights in the room. "I had them switch our room earlier because when I talked to the day manager about what happened last night, he said they had a suite available that had two beds, so as long as you don't mind sharing a room with me, you can sleep on the other bed instead of the couch. I'm sure it would be a lot more comfortable."

"Yeah that would be great! I think I was just so tired that I didn't really notice the couch being too uncomfortable, but after you left this morning I crawled into your bed and it was super comfortable, so thank you!" Brittany chirped.

"You're welcome." Santana said with a smile. "So which bed do you want?"

"Umm…I don't think it matters. I guess this one's fine." Brittany said and pointed to the bed that was closest to her, which was the one furthest away from the window.

"Okay, cool." Santana said and then picked up her bag and set it on the foot of her bed. She opened it and got out her own bathroom bag.

"Where do you want to eat tonight?" Brittany asked as she searched her bag for her hair dryer.

"Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you, along with moving us into a better room, the manager also gave us vouchers for dinner at both restaurants in the hotel, a voucher for their breakfast bar, the lounge, and a spa package, so dinner tonight is on the hotel."

"Really?" Brittany said surprised. "Why?"

"The day manager is a lot more reasonable than the night manager, so after I talked to him about what happened, he apologized for how you were treated and gave us all these vouchers to try and make up for it."

"Oh. He didn't have to do all that. That stuff isn't really what's important. I just don't want anyone else to have to go through that. I was so scared I was going to have to wander around Times Square at night looking for another place to stay. I could've called Rachel, but I really didn't want to wake her that late. She would've been really worried."

"I know." Santana said and took Brittany's hand to help calm her. She could see the situation still bothered her. "I talked to him about that. He assured me that he was going to have a talk with the other manager, and he sounded sincere when I talked to him, so I think he'll do something about it. But if it makes you feel better, I'll call him tomorrow and check."

"No, that's fine. As long as it was brought to his attention, that's enough for me." Brittany said, squeezing Santana's hand lightly to thank her.

"Do you want me to send back all those vouchers?" Santana reluctantly asked as she tucked a strand of Brittany's hair that fell into her face behind her ear. She hoped that Brittany wanted to keep the vouchers, mainly because she was really looking forward to a spa day with Brittany, but if Brittany wanted to give them back, she would.

"Well…" Brittany said with a sly smile. "As long as they're here, I guess there's no harm in keeping them."

"Great!" Santana practically cheered. "I was thinking that Sunday would be a good spa day."

"Oh. I might have to leave Sunday." Brittany said with a pout.

Santana frowned and she let go of Brittany's hand. It wasn't a conscience decision; her body just did it out of disappointment. She forgot that Brittany had only planned to stay for three nights, but then a word caught her attention. "What do you mean by 'might'?"

"If I get that callback tomorrow, I'll have to change my flight, because they're doing round two of auditions on Monday."

"Oh." Santana whispered and she nervously played with her bathroom bag now that she wasn't holding Brittany's hand. She really hoped that Brittany got that callback now, and not just because she knew how much she wanted to get a part, but also because Santana wasn't ready for their time together to end.

"Hey, I have an idea, and you don't have to if you don't want to, because I know you have your job at the pet store and dance school, but if you get that callback and you have to stay, or even if you don't get it, I'm going to be here 'til Friday, so if you want, you could stay here with me and then we can fly back to L.A. together." Santana rambled off quickly.

She realized that she probably sounded insane, and she was starting to regret saying anything because usually she was a lot smoother than this, but it just seemed that ever since she met Brittany, she was doing a lot of things that she wouldn't usually do.

"You want me to stay with you 'til Friday?" Brittany asked with her eyebrows raised in surprise.

Santana felt a rush of heat to her cheeks. "Umm…y-yeah, if you want. I have a few business things to take care of while I'm here, but I'm probably going to have a good amount of down time this week, so if you have to stay…or you want to stay, we could make a little vacation out of this trip." She offered and then looked down at her feet. She was anticipating rejection because she was sure she just freaked Brittany out if that stunned look she was giving her was any indication.

"Okay sure." Brittany said after a moment and Santana snapped her head up to look at her.

"Really?!" Santana let out a breath that she didn't realize that she was holding, and she thought that she really meant that more as a rhetorical question than one for Brittany. She was not expecting her to actually take her up on her crazy offer.

"Yeah. I haven't had a vacation in a while, and I've only been to New York one other time for a competition." Brittany said with a smile. "Plus, I like spending time with you, so I think it'll be fun."

Santana returned a bashful smile. "I like spending time with you too."

"Well, it looks like we're going to have a whole week to get to know each other better." Brittany chirped and playfully took Santana's hand again.

"Yeah, I guess so." Santana said and she squealed on the inside because Brittany took her hand again.

"I'll call work tomorrow and let them know that I need a few more days off."

"Are you going to get into trouble?"

"No, I'm not scheduled to work at the studio this week and my boss at Furry Tails is great and she lets me have all the time off I want. It's just a small store and it really only takes one person to run it, but I think Shannon just hired me so she'd have some company. She's divorced and I really think she's lonely. Sometimes after work, I spend the night at her house and we have movie night or we play board games together because I know she hates going home alone, but I don't let her know that I know."

"Aww Britt, that's really sweet of you." Santana cooed. She loved her compassion.

"She's really nice and a good friend, and I hate to see her sad all the time."

"I'm sure she loves having you as a friend." Santana smiled. "I know I do."

Brittany blushed and nodded.

"Cute!" Santana though regarding a shy Brittany.

A comfortable silence fell over them and they looked at each other for a few moments, but when it became too much, Santana shyly broke eye contact and then she noticed the time.

"Umm, Britt what time is our show?"

"Eight, but Rachel said to be there at seven-thirty."

"Crap, it's almost five-thirty. I'm going to take a quick shower and get dressed." Santana said and let go of Brittany's hand so she could gather her things.

"Okay. Don't rush; I'm sure we have plenty of time."

Santana hopped in the shower and took the quickest shower she had ever taken. She was in and out in less than ten minutes, and that was a feat considering she washed herself and shaved. She was lucky that she didn't cut herself.

Thirty minutes later, they were both dressed and almost ready to go out for the evening. Santana was in the bathroom finishing her make-up when there was a knock at the door.

"Hey Britt, I'm almost done in here, can you get it?" Santana called into the living room.

"Sure." Brittany replied and went to the door. When she opened it, she was a little surprised to see a hotel waiter carrying a tray with a large bowl of strawberries, a bottle of Champagne in an ice bucket, and two champagne flutes. "Umm…hello?"

"Good evening Miss. Mr. Keck, the manager, asked me to bring this up."

"Uh, are you sure this is the right room? We didn't order this." Brittany said confused.

"Mr. Keck sends this with his compliments and there is a note as well."

"Oh, okay. You can leave it on the coffee table."

"Thank you." The waiter said and entered the room complying with Brittany's request. "Is there anything else I can get you this evening?"

"No, thanks." Brittany said with a smile, and then reached into her purse and gave him a tip for bringing the surprise refreshments. She walked him to the door and then closed it behind him.

"Who was it?" Santana called from the bathroom.

"A waiter with strawberries and champagne." Brittany answered.

"What?" Santana asked; confused by the answer, and then a moment later she appeared in the living room to see what she was talking about. "Did they send it to the wrong room?"

"No. I asked. He said the manager sent it and he also sent a note."

"Which manager?" Santana asked as she quirked a curious eyebrow.

"Mr. Keck."

"Oh? That is surprising. I guess the other manager had that talk with him after all. What'd the note say?"

"I don't know, I didn't read it." Brittany answered and then reached for the envelope, handing to Santana.

Santana opened the envelope and briefly looked over the hand written note before she read it aloud so Brittany would also know what it said.

Dear Miss Lopez and Miss Pierce,

I wanted to send you a quick note to say that I had a conversation with Donald James this evening about your concerns over the events that took place when you checked in last night. I send my sincerest apologies for my regretful behavior, and I want you to know that it won't happen again.

Please accept this bottle of champagne and strawberries as a token of my remorse as well as my gratitude for your continued patronage to Marriott Hotels. If there's anything that I can assist you with during your stay, please don't hesitate to let me know.

Sincerely,

John Keck

"Looks like he got the message." Brittany said with a smile.

Santana was a little more skeptical of his sudden turn around, but there was nothing more she could do about the situation in its present state, so she let it go. "I hope so."

"So, what do you want to do with it?" Brittany asked.

Santana took the bottle out of the ice bucket so she could examine it. "We definitely don't want to let this bottle go to waste. It's Dom Perignon."

"Is that good?" Brittany asked. She was not well versed in champagne brands. The closest she ever got to champagne was at a wedding or New Year's Eve and even then, she was sure that she had only ever had the cheap stuff.

"Yeah." Santana said with a nod. "This is at least $200 a bottle."

"No way!" Brittany snapped and took the wet bottle out of Santana's hand so she could look at it. "Why would he send us such an expensive bottle of champagne?"

"I guess he was sorry." Santana said because she wanted Brittany to believe it, but in the back of her mind, there was a cynical voice that said that he might be more concerned about keeping his job than anything else.

"Well that was nice of him. Do you wanna open it now? We could make a toast for you getting your part in your show."

Santana felt heat rush to her face again. "That's sweet Britt, but let's wait until you get your callback and then we can make a toast for the two of us."

"Okay." Brittany said shyly, blushing as well. She was taken aback by how confident Santana was about her getting a callback, especially since she had never seen her dance, but she just put it down to Santana being a nice person and wanting her to have a positive outlook on the situation.

"I'm going to put everything in the fridge." Brittany said and then took the tray into the kitchenette area. When she returned she saw Santana pull her purse onto her shoulder. "Are you ready to go?"

"Yep." Santana said with a smile.

"You look awesome. Everyone is going to be staring at you tonight." Brittany said with a smirk.

"No, they aren't going to be staring at me." Santana stated and she noticed Brittany's eyebrows knit in protest. "They're going to be staring at us. Can you imagine the hotness that is going to be radiating from our table tonight?" She joked. "I hear that we have the ability to make people break-up with their significant others, just by looking at us."

"Oh my god!" Brittany groaned, turning beet red as she buried her face into her hands. She almost forgot about that embarrassing conversation from the plane.

"What's the matter Britt?" Santana said with mock innocence.

Brittany took her still flushed face out of her hands and glanced at Santana. "Nothing, I was just taking an embarrassing trip down memory lane."

Santana laughed. "I'm just messing with you Britt, you look great, and if anyone walks up to you tonight after breaking up with their girlfriend to ask you out on a date, just know I'm going to take issue with that. This is our vacation." She said with a playful tone and wink.

If it was possible, Brittany blushed a little more. "Okay. I'm all yours."

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Brittany and Santana followed the host of the Crossroads American Kitchen & Bar to a conveniently placed cozy corner table for two. Once they were seated, they were handed their menus.

"Are you going to get a drink?" Brittany asked as she looked over the drink menu. She felt like having a glass of wine, but if Santana wasn't going to drink, she wouldn't either.

"Yeah. I was thinking about having a glass of Chardonnay. You?"

"I think I'm going to go with the Moscato."

"Oh, so you like the sweet wines." Santana said with a smile.

"Yeah. Moscato is my favorite, but I'll drink almost any kind of white wine. I don't like red wine at all." Brittany said and made a 'bleck' face.

Santana giggled. "Yeah, I'm with you. I don't do red wine either, unless it's in Sangria, but that's where I draw the line. I don't mind Moscato, but Chardonnay is my favorite though."

"Cool." Brittany said with a smile.

After their drink orders were taken and returned, they ordered their food, where Santana ordered salmon, and Brittany ordered chicken.

"Hey, so while we're waiting for our food, let's play a game?" Brittany suggested with a wide smile.

"What kind of game?" Santana asked and raised a curious eyebrow.

"Um, a game to get to know each other a little better. It's similar to 20 Questions, only they don't have to be yes or no answers, or limited to only twenty questions, and we both have to answer the question."

"Sounds fun."

"Do you wanna go first?" Brittany offered.

"Sure. So where do you live? Santana asked. She realized that she hadn't asked that yet. She just knew that Brittany lived somewhere around L.A.

"Redondo Beach."

"That's a nice area."

"Yeah, it is nice. I like it there, but I just got lucky, it's an expensive area. When I moved to California, I sat next to an older couple on the plane who were flying back from seeing their grandchildren, and we started talking and we really got along, so when I told them that I was just going to stay at a hotel for a few days until I found a place, they offered to rent me the apartment above their garage. They gave me a really good deal on it. Its fully furnished and they only charge me $500 a month."

"Damn, that is good."

"Yeah, Jack and Mary are so sweet."

"It sounds like it."

"So where do you live?" Brittany asked.

"Beverly Hills. I bought a house there about two years ago."

"Cool. Is it one of those big houses that all the celebrities get?" Brittany said joking.

Santana chuckled. "Umm, I guess that depends on your perspective. It's big to me because I moved out of a two-bedroom apartment into a four-bedroom house, but compared to a lot of the houses in the area, it's a bit small, but I'm happy with it. I don't need a big mansion for just me. I think that would be a little ridiculous."

Brittany smiled. She liked that Santana didn't seem stuck up. "So where are you from originally?" Brittany asked.

"Ohio." Santana said and took a sip of her wine. She was actually surprised that Brittany didn't already know that answer. Most people had already looked that up on the internet.

"Really? Me too!" Brittany cheered. "I'm from Lima."

"Oh, I'm from Akron, so I guess we grew up only a couple of hours from each other."

"What high school did you go to? I went to McKinley so my Glee club competed against Vocal Adrenaline from Carmel."

"No way! I went to Carmel! I wasn't part of the glee club though. Their coach was an arrogant ass." Santana stated with a nod.

"Is that why you didn't join the glee club, because you didn't like the coach?"

"Yeah, he creeped me out, so I became a cheerleader."

"I was a cheerleader too. I was the captain of the Cheerios my senior year. We won a couple of national titles while I was on the team. I wonder if we competed against each other."

"We might have, but we didn't win any titles, Carmel put all its money and focus on Vocal Adrenaline, so the other teams and clubs kinda suffered because of that."

"I wonder if you know Rachel's roommate. He was in Vocal Adrenaline, Jesse St. James?"

"Yeah I know him. He's a couple of years older than I am. He dated a friend of mine for a couple of months, so I spent some time hanging out with him. He was okay, full of himself, but he could sing."

Brittany giggled; she knew what she meant about Jesse being full of himself. "Yeah, I know. Rachel dated him in high school for a little while during our sophomore year. The distance and the 'arch-rival' thing eventually broke them up, but they both went to college in New York. She went to NYADA and he went to NYU, and eventually they ran into each other again and reconnected. They're pretty good friends now, and they're both acting in 'Evita' together."

"Huh, small world." Santana mused. She once heard that there was only six degrees of separation between everyone in the world, so she thought it was impressive that there were only two degrees separating them.

"Yeah I guess so. Okay, your turn to ask a question." Brittany chirped.

"Did you go to college?"

"Yep, I went to Ohio State for Dance. I graduated two years ago. How about you?"

"I went to UCLA for a year and a half, but I dropped out when I got my 'big break' as they say."

"What was your major?"

"I was undeclared. I didn't know what I wanted to do other than sing and act, but that was no guarantee, so I took all my core classes before I had to declare a major."

"It looks like it worked out for you." Brittany said with a smile.

Santana smiled and nodded. "Okay, your turn.

"When's your birthday?" Brittany inquired.

"June 27th, 1994."

"Mine's August 25th, 1994"

"So we're only a couple of months apart." Santana said.

"Yeah, I guess we're both summer babies." Brittany said smiling. "Next question."

"Umm…" Santana said with a pause, "Do you have any pets?"

"I have a cat. He's about five years old. The humane society was having an adoption event at Shannon's store right after I started working for her. As soon as I saw him, I knew I had to take him home. His name is Lord Tubbington."

Santana quirked an amused eyebrow. "That's an interesting name. How'd you come one up with that?"

Brittany reached into her purse and pulled out her phone so she could show Santana a picture. "Guess."

Santana studied the picture of a very chubby cat that had an air of superiority to him. "Um, because he's tubby and thinks he owns the place?" She guessed; really, she had no idea.

Brittany beamed and took Santana's hand very excitedly. "You're the first one to get that! Everyone else just thinks I was being silly when I named him."

Santana chuckled and she felt her hand start to tingle as Brittany lightly squeezed it. "I guess we're connecting on a whole different level if I got that one right."

"I guess so." Brittany agreed. "So do you have any pets?"

"Yeah, I have a Bichon Frise-Poodle mix named Max; he's twenty two months old."

"Do you have a picture?" Brittany asked.

"Yeah." Santana said and then reached for her purse. She had to let go of Brittany's hand to get her phone out of her zipped purse, which she didn't like, but Brittany excitement to see a picture of Max made up for the loss of physical contact.

"Aww, he's cute!" Brittany cooed and took Santana's phone from her so she could get a better look. "I love his gray streak."

"Me too, that's how he got his name. His whole litter was white, except for him, he was solid black except for his gray streak above his right eye, and it reminded me of Maxwell Sheffield from 'The Nanny', so I named him Max."

"I love that show. Rachel and I used to watch it all the time, and come to think of it, I always did like Maxwell's hair. I think you picked a perfect name for him." Brittany said with a wide smile and handed Santana her phone back.

Santana wasn't sure if it actually happened or if she just imagined it, but she thought she felt Brittany's fingers linger on her own in the exchange. She hoped it was true, but either way, just the thought of Brittany doing that made her smile.

"Yeah, he's my baby. He's spoiled, but very sweet."

"Lord Tubbington's my baby too, but he's a bit of a handful. He smokes, and I think he joined a gang which is fueling his ecstasy addiction."

Santana didn't know what to make of that statement, but she just put it down to Brittany messing with her, so she played along. "Maybe you should try rehab."

"We tried it already, and it worked for a while, but I think he needs to make better friends who don't encourage bad behavior."

"Hmm, we should introduce him to Max. He'd be a good influence, and he loves cats. My friend Quinn has two cats and they're like his best friends."

"Totally! Maybe they'll become fast friends, just like we did."

"Let's hope so." Santana said. "Okay, your turn."

"What do you like to do on in your spare time?" Brittany asked.

"I like to read, watch movies, hangout with my friends, cook, you know the normal stuff."

"Yeah me too, although I don't cook. Recipes confuse me."

"Oh, I can help you with that if you want. I used to cook with my mom all the time. When I was younger, she used to say that cooking was the way to a man's heart and if I wanted to find a good one, I'd better learn how to cook. I guess that didn't work out so well for me, did it?" Santana chuckled.

Brittany giggled. "I guess not, but it's also a good way to woman's heart. I think anyone I end up with is going to have to know how to cook, because I could burn water."

"Oh come on you can't be that bad."

"I am. Seriously, once I was helping Rachel make some different dishes for a dinner party our parents were having and I was in charge of making the corn muffins, and I didn't know the difference between a tablespoon and a teaspoon, so I added way too much salt and ruined them. The worst part about it was that we didn't realize the mistake until we went to eat them. Needless to say, I wasn't allowed to help in the kitchen anymore without supervision."

"Oh that's not too bad, everyone does that at least once."

"I destroyed a microwave once because I was heating up a cup of noodles and I must have put it in for too long, because it exploded all over the inside. For weeks, every time we used the microwave it smelled of bad Chinese food and we eventually had to get rid of it."

"Are you serious?" Santana said stifling a laugh. She had never heard of such a thing.

"100%. Oh and you don't even want to hear my sugar cookie story. Let's just say I mistook baking soda as baking powder. They were horrible! Rachel and I nearly choked on them. I thought I would feed them to the ducks at the park so they wouldn't go to waste, but even they wouldn't eat them."

Santana couldn't help but laugh at Brittany's misfortune in the kitchen. "Okay, stop! I believe you; you're bad in the kitchen!"

"I told you, so yes, anyone who wants to find a way to my heart needs to know who to cook, not only for my benefit but for their own personal safety!"

Santana was still laughing and Brittany had joined in as well. "That's good to know."

By the time they calmed down from their giggle fit, the waiter brought over their meals.

"Oh, it all looks sooo good." Brittany chirped.

"Yeah it does. I hope it tastes as good as it looks, I'm starving." Santana said, practically salivating.

"Me too."

Santana took a bite of her food and then remembered that it was her turn to ask a question and she definitely had a subject that she wanted to 'casually' bring up.

"Anyways, so speaking about finding a way to your heart, I know on the plane you said you haven't found 'the one,' but are you dating anyone?"

Brittany blushed and when she finished chewing, she answered. "No, not at the moment. I was a couple of weeks ago, but it just didn't feel right. He was nice, but I couldn't see myself staying with him for the long-haul so I ended it before it went too far."

Santana was happy to hear that Brittany was single, but she wanted to deflate with disappointment at hearing that the last relationship that Brittany was in was with a man. Her saving grace at the moment was that it just meant Brittany wasn't a lesbian. She could be bisexual. She certainly hoped this was the case because she was developing very strong, more than friendly feelings for Brittany and she was desperately hoping that Brittany was developing those kinds of feelings as well.

She knew that they touched and held hands a lot, way more than she and her other friends tended to do, and they both acknowledged that they felt a connection with each other, but she just hoped it wasn't a purely platonic connection for Brittany, because she had no desire to pine after a straight woman. It only led to heartbreak and she had enough of that without adding to it.

"What about you?"

Santana shook her head. "No, the last girl I dated was all wrong. At first, she seemed great but after a while, it seemed like she liked the idea of being my girlfriend because she thought it would boost her celebrity status. She didn't act like a real girlfriend when the cameras weren't around, if that makes any sense."

"She played it up for the cameras but behind closed doors she was mean?" Brittany asked with genuine concern.

"No, she wasn't mean, she was just emotionally detached. She was in it for the fun and nothing else. I mean, I know I've had my fair share of casual flings where we were both that way, but I don't want that anymore. I want to have a meaningful relationship with a woman where I can see myself one day settling down with her."

Santana was actually surprised that she said all that. One word answers and deflection were typically her M.O. when asked questions like that because she hated talking about her feelings, and opening herself up to vulnerability. Hell, it was hard for her closest friends to get anything out of her when it came to her emotions. Kurt and Quinn were probably her best friends and while she trusted them completely, she still had trouble opening up completely to them when it came to her heart, but with Brittany, she just seemed to open up, and for some inexplicable reason, she felt like she could trust her with her feelings. Santana had never been like that with anyone, and certainly not with someone she just met, so needless to say, it was confusing the hell out of her.

"Oh San, that's terrible. You deserve so much better than that." Brittany said and took Santana's hand, hoping that it would offer her some comfort.

"Thanks." Santana said with a small smile and she allowed herself to enjoy the physical contact for a few moments before she said in a flat tone, "Your turn."

Santana was ready for a change in subject, because even though it was her idea to go down this line of questioning, it hadn't gotten her any closer to a concrete answer about Brittany's relationship preferences, and it had succeeded in making her feel even lonelier than she already was.

Brittany brought her hand back into her lap and then took a few bites of her food before she asked another personal question, because she was still processing Santana's answer and reaction to her own question.

"How's your food?" Brittany asked instead. She thought that they needed a break from their 'Getting to Know You' game, because she could tell the last question had unsettled Santana.

"Good." Santana said flatly. "How's yours?"

"Fine." Brittany answered with a small sigh and took a large gulp from her wine glass.

The first uncomfortable silence of their friendship settled between them as they ate, and neither one of them knew what to say to get things back on track. Thankfully it didn't last too long because the waiter came over to refill their water glasses and offer them desert.

"None for me." Santana said as she put her napkin over her plate to signal that she was finished.

The waiter then turned to Brittany. "Any for you Miss?"

"No, thank you. I think I ate enough."

"Okay, I'll be back with your check." He said and then left with their plates.

"I thought this was free meal?" Brittany asked; confused as to why they needed a check.

"It is Britt, we just have to give him the voucher, and we have to know how much the bill is so we know how much to tip him."

"Oh." Brittany said nodding. "I guess that would suck for him if we skipped out on that. Not that we would do that on purpose."

"I know we wouldn't, but you can't imagine how many people either cheap out or skip out of the tip completely. I was a waitress for about a year after I moved to L.A. and when people skimped on the tip, it really sucked."

"And look at you now, you're doing great." Brittany said with a smile.

"I know, and I have no doubt that we will be saying that about you soon." Santana said with confidence.

"Well, if The Santana Lopez is saying that about me, who am I to argue?" Brittany teased with a playful smirk and a wave of her hand.

"Damn straight I'm right! People should just realize I'm awesome and learn to stop doubting me." Santana said with a haughty tone, her nose up in the air and her arms crossed over her chest. When she peaked at Brittany, they both started to giggle at their silliness, and just like that, the awkwardness surrounding them was gone.

Once the bill and tip was taken care of, Brittany stood up and held out her hand to help Santana out of her seat.

"Let's get out of here." Brittany said with a smile and held on tight to Santana's hand when it seemed like she was going to let go after standing.

Santana noticed the tightened grip on her hand and it sent a wave of warmth through her whole body. "Lead the way." She cooed, he own smile just as wide as Brittany's. At that moment, Santana would have followed Brittany anywhere.

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A/N: How did everyone feel about that chapter? Still liking the story? Like I said, this is part 1 and the next chapter will be posted in a couple of days, so you don't have too long to wait. I'd love to see what everyone thinks about the story so far, so if you have time, let me know!

As always, thanks for reading!