Disclaimer: I do not own Glee. Otherwise, I wouldn't be writing this fanfic and Brittana would be SO ON by now XD

Chapter II: The Lady of the Rings.

You know what awkward is? Awkward is when you run into your ex, while being with your actual sweetheart. That's awkward. But THIS was beyond the meaning of awkward. What the hell are you supposed to say when you discover that your classmate got engaged with some feisty and crazy girl?

Those were Puck's and Lauren's thoughts. Talking about Santana's thoughts was pointless. It was practically a labyrinth.

Meanwhile, Ashley kept talking.

"I would love to drop by your school guys! Glee club must be like, super fun!" She said with a smile.

"Yeah, anytime." Puck said. Lauren nodded. The whole situation was like a car crash: you know you shouldn't be watching, but you want to.

"So…" Lauren began talking, after a brief silence. "Are you getting married soon?"

Santana glared at her. What a nerve!

"I don't think so. We're still in high school so it wouldn't be a good idea..." Ashley said, pretending to be sad but she smiled and added. "It's not necessarily a bad thing, though. The ideal would be if she were my wife, but I'm her fiancée and that's way better than being her girlfriend!"

"So, you're in high school. Are you gonna attend McKinley High?" Puck asked suddenly. It was a very good question, indeed.

"Yup! I just got transferred. Yesterday's party was awesome! Seriously, I was so bored and that's when my cousin invited me. I have to thank him later, because it was there where I met Santy." She caressed Santana's back, which sent shivers through her body.

"I see… So, where are you from?" It was Santana's turn to talk. She did it mostly because she wanted to distract herself from Ashley's touch.

The blonde shrugged. "Here, there... It doesn't matter. Now I'm living here and I'll be able to see you every day." Another smile. "I'm living with my uncle, my aunt and my cousins. And now I have you! This is like, the best place ever!"

"Oh God, she keeps talking like that, what is she, 3 years old? Does she really believe that I'm engaged to her? I think now is the perfect time to say 'Blame it on the Alcohol' but what am I supposed to say…?"

Ready or not, she had to clear things out.

"Can you please leave now?" Santana asked to Puck and Lauren. "You know… We need to have some… time alone"

"Sure. See you at school." Puck responded.

"Not a single word. To anyone."

"Sure."

"I'm dead serious, Puckerman!"

"Let's get out of here." Puck mumbled to Lauren. The two left, feeling a little bit disappointed, though. This was totally a blast. Even better than Santana possibly banging Loser Ben Israel and they wanted all the details.

Santana finally turned to see Ashley.

"Can we go inside? We need to talk. And please, get some clothes. I'm guessing you don't get paid for promoting Victoria's Secret."

Once they were inside, Santana went to the kitchen, Ashley following her. She took two glasses, filled them with water and offered one to the other girl. Then she sat down.

Santana wasn't surprised about her parents absence. Her aunt lived in another city and they really had a good time every once in a while they went. Probably they wouldn't be back until night.

"So… We met yesterday." The latina said, slowly.

"Actually it was today. It was past midnight when we met." Corrected Ashley.

This made Santana feel even worse: now she discovered that she was engaged to a girl that she met 16 hours ago or so.

"I know what you're thinking." Santana startled at her voice.

"This is good, maybe she'll come to her senses."

"You're thinking that we're like, a perfect couple! After all we are both hot and we make a perfect match: you're a brunette, I'm blonde. Winner combination, isn't it?" The worst thing is that actually she sounded serious when she said that.

"Yeah, that was exactly what I was thinking!" Was Santana's sarcastic thought. "You realize that we don't know anything about each other, right?"

"I know things about you." Ashley said, sitting next to her. "You were sad… And I listened to all you wanted to say."

"Really?" That was a major surprise. Usually she was such a drama queen while drunk but no one ever listened to her. Well, Brittany did, but those days were over.

"Yes. I think you really felt lonely. I was fooling around with some cute guy and then you began yelling a bunch of things… I approached and minutes later you're crying over my shoulder."

"Why did you care? You were with a boy." Santana was really puzzled.

"He was boring, anyway." Apparently, it wasn't a big deal for her. "Besides, you look gorgeous even when you're crying." She blushed a little. "And you know? I wanted to see you're smile… I thought something like 'If she's that beautiful when she's sad, I can't imagine how she looks like if she smiles. Must be stunning.'"

The brunette didn't say anything. Somehow she was speechless.

"And we talked like, for hours. And then you smiled! Later on we took next step and…"

"Wait, is that all?" Suddenly the latina recovered her voice.

"Well, with next step I meant sex, of course. And with sex I meant mind blowing." She stood up of the chair and walked towards Santana, who was frowning. "Don't give me that look, you know what sex is, right?"

But Santana didn't respond and Ashley resumed her talk, slowly, as she were explaining to a little kid.

"Sex is when two people are attracted to each other and then they take off their clothes…"

"I know what friggin' sex is, thank you!" Santana finally said. "But we talked, we got laid and then you proposed? Is that all?" She asked again.

"Well, I knew I wanted to be with you. I just couldn't let myself lose this chance of having you in my life. Besides sex was awesome. And how did you know that I proposed after sex?"

"Because sex with me is awesome." Santana replied with a playful smirk. "Dammit Lopez, focus!"

"Legendary." The other girl stated. "You're awesome, Santy, that's why I proposed. And now you're sober but I'd like to think that's not an impediment. I want you to get to know me well. I already know everything I should about you."

"Well… We are engaged and you want me to take a chance on you. Aren't people supposed to fall in love first and then, engage?" "Santy" raised an eyebrow.

"Naawwhhh! That's so boring! C'mon, we're 21th century girls and I'm pretty sure that you're gonna love me! You told me you liked me. I can make you say that again, and sober." The girl was thrilled. Obviously she couldn't wait for wooing "her fiancée".

They went silent for a few seconds and then Ashley remembered something.

"Hey, I know! I'll tell you the story about how I got these rings!"

The girl on the chair sighed. "Are you going to tell me some cheesy story about your grandmother giving them to you using her last breath?"

"No." She rolled her eyes. "I found 'em inside a cereal box. I used to eat tons and tons of cereal."

"What a romantic story."

"… And there was a time when you could find a ring like this inside the boxes. I found many but I always threw them away. Didn't mean anything to me. But guess what! One day I found two in a single box! I was a lil' gal' back then but it was sort of a revelation. Two rings, meant to be together, and I knew in that moment, that I would give one of the rings to a very special person. Just like that. And now you have one of my rings."

And then it hit her.

Santana realized some facts:

She had this incredibly hot chick totally drooling over her.

Brittany wasn't gonna leave Artie anytime soon.

And if she was in love with Brittany, but she was in someone else's arms, what could possibly change that? Santana opened her heart to the blonde… Who reciprocated her feelings, and yet, rejected the brunette in the most vulnerable moment of her life. If that confession didn't melt her heart and made her squeal of joy, hug her and then becoming her girlfriend, how was she supposed to make it?

She had Sam… But because she didn't want to be alone. She messed his relationship even though she didn't even like him. Well, at least not in a romantic way, he had a great body but that was it. And yet, she made sure of destroying Sam's love towards Quinn, just to complete her selfish goal.

She wasn't able of doing that to Brittany. She loved the naïve blonde, and it wasn't a whim. That's why she didn't want to interfere in that relationship. Because forcing her to be with Santana, was way worst than not having her at all.

"Because loving someone doesn't necessarily mean that you're gonna be with that person…" Santana thought, wryly.

But that didn't mean that she had to be alone for the rest of her life. Now she had a chance to get by. She didn't have feelings for this girl standing in front of her, but she could try. She still loved Britt, of course, but that didn't matter now. She had to raise her gaze and keep walking.

"San?" Ashley asked. She was very close to the latina's face.

"Sorry, I got distracted… You know? Maybe you're right. I'll try."

"Really?" Ashley was really excited.

"Yes… But first of all… What's your name?"

"Ashley."

"I know that, but I meant your complete name."

She said something that sounded like Tisdale.

"Oh, damn. Why don't you call Zac Efron so we can have a threesome?" Was she picking on Santana?

"Do you know Zac Efron?" Ashley asked. Apparently she didn't get it.

"No, but since you're Ashley Tisdale…"

The alluded laughed. "You're so silly! It's Ashley Tamara Spencer Dale… Ashley T. S. Dale."

What the hell?

Santana Lopez was in love with Brittany S. Pierce… And engaged to Ashley T. S. Dale.

How lame.

A/N: Here's the second chapter. You guys rock! My mailbox was full of review, favorite and story subscription alerts. Thank you, this really means a lot. I see that you were curious about who is Ashley so now you know a little about her.

Yes, she will meet New Directions soon…

And yes, this story will be Brittana eventually.

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