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Brittany ended up staying the night at Santana's that night, they fell asleep hand in hand propped up with lots of pillows on Santana's bed… waking up a few hours later in the early hours of the morning Santana realised her mum had gone to bed, had she seen her and Britt together? She hadn't told her mum yet, she'd told no one, she was only just getting comfortable with her sexuality. She'd have to at some point though… maybe it would be better if she got found out, then there would be less explaining to do? Or maybe there wouldn't. She hadn't thought that far ahead, and she wasn't sure Brittany had either.

She gently shook Brittany's shoulders, waking her quickly from her light sleep. Groaning as she opened her eyes, she looked across at Santana, who was just staring at her… and she wondered what had happened and why she was at Santana's house, in her bed, at – she glanced at the digital clock on the night stand – 1.45am.

"I guess you're staying the night Britt, want to put these on?" Santana had now moved over to the closet, rummaging through her draws and pulling out two pairs of pyjamas, a pair for each of them. Britt nodded, and they both changed quickly into the nightwear, both into a strappy top and short shorts, and then hopping back onto the bed.

"I'd get out the bed you normally have to sleep on, but it's easier if we just snuggle up… you normally end up here anyway." Santana spoke quietly so she didn't wake her mum in the next room, and got up to close the door before she hopped into bed next to Brittany who was plaiting her hair neatly before she lay down.

They were both so tired it wasn't long before they were asleep again, with Santana's arms wrapped around Brittany's waist.

The morning soon came and Santana panicked about what her mum would think about Brittany staying over on a school night… she crept out into the hall shutting Brittany into her room and instructing her to stay there and get ready while she distracted her mum. She returned two minutes later, having checked the whole house and found that her mum had already left for work, which was finalised when she saw the text message waiting for her.

"It's okay, my mum's not here… coincidence?" she said, sighing with relief that she wouldn't have to sneak Brittany out the house. She became more relaxed, and leant over the bed to kiss her girlfriend good morning.

"Does your mum know about us?"

"No… I don't know what to tell her Britt… have you told yours?"

"I told her you were my girlfriend the other day, but I don't think she knew what I meant. She ignored me and went out."

"Oh… are you sure she didn't understand? Did you speak to her after?"

"We haven't spoken since."

"Britt that's not good… what if she's angry with us?"

"Why would she be angry with us?"

"Never mind… anyway, I was thinking I really need to tell mine soon…. I just, I don't know how. And clearly you're no help…" she sighed again, moving off the bed releasing her grip on Brittany's hand, and stood up to start getting ready, taking her brush and sweeping it through her smooth hair which was immaculate in no time, with a little help with her hair straighteners.

"Sorry…" Brittany muttered, and took her clothes to the bathroom to get changed.

"Where are you going?" Santana asked before Brittany had left the room.

"To get changed."

"Why are you going in there? We normally just change in front of each other right?"

"Does it matter? We're going to be late if we don't hurry up…"

Santana stood in front of her closet and spent about 10 minutes deciding on an outfit to wear, since quitting the cheerios it took her so much longer to get ready, she had so many clothes to choose from… she eventually picked out a cute black skirt with came to a couple of inches above her knee, and a floral strapless top with a little black belt around the waist. She then had to fish out her black suede heels to match, and spent some more time finding the hair flower that matched her top.

After all of that and then doing her make up, Brittany still wasn't finished in the bathroom, so after giving her a couple of minutes Santana had to go on check on her… she was normally the quick one at getting ready, and especially since she didn't have a choice in what to wear… as Santana was about to knock and enter the bathroom she squinted as if it would help her hear clearer, she was sure she heard small sobs escaping the walls of the bathroom.

Taking a deep breath as she imagined all the possible scenarios, Santana knocked lightly on the door, and asked "You okay Britt? It doesn't normally take you this long." Silence. "Britt! Can I come in? what's wrong?" she tried the handle, but she'd locked the door so no one could get in. "Britt please." More silence. "Whatever it is, you can tell me…. It's no use hiding, please come out? For me? I'm sorry if it's something I said, I just need to know what's bothering you."

A few more seconds silence passed before Brittany finally gave in, and Santana heard footsteps as Brittany came over to the door and slowly undid the lock. As she opened the door Santana looked her up and down briefly, she was fully clothed and had obviously started to do her make up, and then broke down, because one eye had no make up, and the other was all smudged. Black mascara ran down her face, leaking out from her red, blotchy eyes. She waited no longer until she flung her arms around her, clinging tightly too her, with a comforting squeeze. Brittany rested her head on Santana's shoulder as Santana stroked her hair, gently moving it away from her face.