A/N: Holla! Update here. And the longest to date! As I said it would be, because it's a phone call between Brittany and Santana. It took me ages to get the first three paragraphs written, like a couple of weeks (granted I had been sick in that time too...) but then the actually phone conversation came about super easy, and I just went with it. Well, enough of me rambling, enjoy this chapter. And of course, reviews are welcome :) xx

Brittany sat on her bed, flicking through a magazine. Not that she was really paying attention to the words and pictures on the pages. Brittany was waiting. Waiting for the clock to hit five pm. Because it would mean Santana would be calling her. Sure, it had only been a handful of days, but Brittany already missed Santana's voice. A lot. Brittany couldn't wait to tell Santana all about her dance workshops, and her new friends. And about Miami too. She also couldn't wait to hear all about Santana's new job, and about what else she had been up to. But mostly, Brittany was excited to hear Santana's voice again.

Santana was excited to get home from work that afternoon. She ran upstairs, and went straight to the bathroom, after throwing her bag in her bedroom. Standing under the hot jet of water, Santana couldn't help but dance a little to herself. She couldn't wipe the smile off her face. The thought of getting to speak to Brittany, it consumed her. Stepping out of the shower, Santana wrapped a towel around herself, and headed back into her bedroom. As she was getting out some clothes to change into and relax in, Santana noticed the time. Only a few minutes till it's five...' Once Santana was dressed, she sat on her bed. It still wasn't quite five pm yet, but Santana couldn't wait any longer, and picked up her phone.

"Catch you later!" Brittany's roommate said as she walked out the door. "Bye!" Brittany called out. Putting down her magazine, Brittany got up off her bed, and walked over to her closet, pulling a sweater out. As she was pulling it over her head, Brittany's cell began to ring. Brittany's heart jumped as she hastily pulled the sweater over her head, grinning at the sound of the ringtone (which was Santana singing 'If I Can't Have You,' that Brittany had sneakily recorded when Santana had sung it in Glee club) because it was her personalised ringtone for Santana. Jumping back on her bed, Brittany picked up her cell phone from the nightstand, and answered the call she had been looking forward too.

"Sanny! How are you?"

Santana chuckled at Brittany's excitement, Britt Britt! I'm good. How about my beautiful and gorgeous and sexy dancer?"

"Better now," Brittany giggled, "Now I'm talking to you. I miss you so so much!"

"And I miss you baby. Loads. How's Miami? The workshops? Tell me everything."

"Miami is so beautiful, I'm gonna bring you here one day. The beaches, they're so pretty. And oh my god. The workshops. We've only just started, but I'm loving them all. These choreographers, they're like, worked with everyone. For one of them, we had to show the instructor a dance we loved. Like one from a TV show or movie or concert or something. So I did Single Ladies. And guess what?"

"What Britt?"

"The guy that was taking the workshop, he loved it! He called me the white Beyonce. And the craziest bit was that he was the choreographer that actually made that routine!"

"Whaaa? No way. Britts, that is amazing! I am so freakin' proud of you!"

"Thankyou," Brittany couldn't help but blush a little at the comment, glad Santana couldn't see her bright red face.

"What about the other workshops? How are they?"

"So much fun. I'm learning loads. These choreographers are amazing. We've only really done basic stuff, but we're gonna get into the harder stuff next week."

"So glad you're enjoying it. You totally deserve to be there."

"Thanks Sanny! I'm loving it. Not as much as I love you though," Brittany said in a sing-song tone of voice.

"You cheeseball Britt," Santana laughed.

"You love it."

"I really do."

"So tell me, your job, how is it going and stuff?"

"It's pretty cool actually. Working with these kids, makes me wanna become a teacher or something. Work with kids at least."

"Aww cool! I've always thought you'd be good with kids. You've always been awesome with Kara and Ella. They love you!"

"Ohh Britt, that's different, they're you're little sisters. I've known them since they were born!"

"But still, you're great with kids!"

"Yeah, I guess I am," Santana replied, pride in her voice.

"You're also pretty awesome at other things too," said Brittany, cheekily.

"Oh, I know," Santana remarked, getting cocky. She knew exactly what Brittany meant by the comment.

"Someone's pretty confident."

"Never heard you complain once bub."

Brittany giggled, "I've never had anything to complain about."

"Of course you haven't. Hello, I'm me!"

"Cocky bitch."

"Brittany Susan Pierce!" Santana gasped playfully, "Wash your mouth out!"

"Come wash it out for me," Brittany suggested.

"Oh, I wish I could. I will when you get home, don't you worry."

"Good."

"I'm not letting you go when you get home, I hope you realise that."

"Yup. I hope you don't."

"I won't."

"Good. Because I mean... A whole month away... All alone... A girl misses certain things... And she wants them even more..."

"Oh really?" Santana asked. Santana knew exactly what Brittany was eluding to, but decided to play along with the game, "Like what?"

Brittany couldn't help but snort a little, "Oh, wouldn't you like to know?"

"Actually, yes. I would."

"Hmm..." Brittany mused, "Well, there's cuddles..."

"Yeah."

"And sweet lady kisses."

"Of course."

Brittany wanted to shock Santana a little, so she bluntly said, "And sex. Lots of sex."

And as Brittany had wanted, Santana was indeed shocked a little. Gasping softly, Santana took a second to compose herself before replying. "Well, that goes without saying. You were gonna get it anyways B. You weren't even gonna get a say in it. At all."

"Good."

"You don't mind?"

"Nope. Because I love everything you do to me."

"Really?"

"Yup."

"I'll keep that in mind."

"Yay!" Brittany giggled.

For the next couple of hours, Brittany and Santana giggled and chatted some more. About what they could do (outside the bedroom) once Brittany was home, and about what they would be doing during the next few days before their next phone call. Then Santana heard her mami calling out to her. "Ohh, dinner's ready," Santana sighed, "I should probably go..."

Brittany sighed also, "Mmm, and I should probably go soon too... Food should be ready soon in the dining room..."

"I'm gonna cook you dinner when you get back."

"I love it when you cook."

"I know."

Brittany giggled, "Again, cocky bitch."

"Love you too Britts," Santana laughed.

"Duh!"

"Who's cocky now huh?"

"Whatever. You love it San."

"Forever and always."

"There's your mami again. I'd better let you go."

"Probably should hey."

"Can't wait to talk to you again."

"Same here. Love you baby."

"Love you too."

Both girls hung up the phone at the same time. And as they both headed to get their dinner, neither Brittany nor Santana could wipe the smile from their face.