Chapter 3

They smiled at each other and Brittany stood up to go to meet Santana and her friends. Santana couldn't stop smiling while she was staring at the blonde who was smiling back at her.

"Santana! You came!"

"Of course I came… I told you I would" Santana could hear Puck chuckling behind her but decided to ignore it.

It was still amazing for her how this blonde would simply make her to not care about how she might sound to anyone else.

Brittany hugged Santana really tight, leaving her unable to breath for a second. As they pulled apart Santana motioned to her friends and introduced them. Brittany slightly hugged each and then smiled at Santana.

"Honestly I thought you wouldn't come… but it's nice to see you here"

They heard Kurt calling for Britt in that second. Santana didn't noticed when he left before.

"Coming!" she turned to look at the group in front of her "Come on, let me introduce you all to my closest friends"

Brittany took Santana's hand and dragged her to the couch with the rest of her friends. Santana felt her hand tickling a little at the touch. The small group followed them to the bigger group who were laughing at the couch.

The laughter started to die out as they approached the people there and suddenly all were staring at them. Santana shifted in her place and Quinn's grip became tighter around Ash's waist.

"These are Rachel and her husband Finn" Britt motioned to a small brunette and her huge goofy husband beside her "Mercedes and her boyfriend Hank, Tina, Kurt and Sam" Britt motioned to each one of them and everybody smiling as their time came.

Then Britt introduced Santana and her friends to the biggest group and motioned to them to sit with them.

The party was a bit crowded but Britt only focused her attention to that group, ignoring the rest unless they come to her and asked her for something.

Honestly Santana was hoping she could spent some time with Brittany and actually be able to talk to her. But Brittany seemed absorbed by the conversation she was having with the guy she thought was named Cam or Bart or Sam… something like that.

She tried to play it cool and just hanging with everybody. Her friends, as fast as they were introduced, started talking with Britt's friends and it seemed as if they were friends for a long time, making jokes and laughing as high as they could.

Santana noticed as Britt constantly grabbed the guy's arm or his hand. Santana didn't know how it was possible from her to feel this uneasy. She was so uncomfortable and didn't feel like being there.

A moment later when she was watching at her friends she saw Quinn and Ashley staring at each other's eyes and then kissed. Santana felt the urged to look away to give them some privacy and when she looked at Brittany for some distraction Brittany was leaning to the guy and gave him a tight hug.

Santana felt like she couldn't be there anymore. She stood up and started pacing the place like she was looking for something as soon as she saw some shots on the bar she walked to them and shut three down, one after the other.

Puck walked to her when he noticed this "Is everything okay?"

"Honestly? Not so much… I just…" Santana trailed off and grabbed another shot of tequila swallowing it in a second.

"Wow… slow down, girl. What's wrong?"

"I don't feel like being here anymore… I'm… I'm gonna take off now… I… I'll talk to you later" Santana started to walk to the door but Puck grabbed her by her arm.

"You are not leaving alone… I'll leave with you… let me ask Quinn and Ashley"

"Don't… let them enjoy the party… you should stay too"

"What's wrong S?"

"Nothing… I just got tired of this party. Stay, you have to drive them home anyway. I'm gonna take a cab and head home"

"Okay… but call me as soon as you're there"

"Will do" Santana started walking to the door, she opened the door and stepped out and when she was closing the door she could have sworn she saw Britt and the guy kissing.

"Eugh… what's wrong with you Lopez?" she thought out loud "Fucking keep it together!"

She walked down the corridor to the elevator and got in as soon as the doors were opened.

Santana woke up the next day to a shinning sun coming out of her window. She blinked to the sudden light and growled while standing up.

As she decided on what to wear that day she was remembering the day before… what a huge fiasco. And at the same time she was mad at herself for reacting in the way she did. As the night had gone on and the images flood trough her mind she has gotten more and more annoyed by them.

She still didn't understand what the hell was wrong with her. She barely knew the girl! And yet there she was… with something that she only felt once before… so many years ago, and they were right. This made Santana even more uneasy.

She walked to her bathroom and started her day with a warm shower, wishing the water could erase all the memories and the feelings she was having right now.

When she was pooling out of her garage on her Porsche to go to work her cell started to buzz in her purse. Santana looked at the screen and Quinn's picture was staring back at her.

"Hi Q"

"What the fuck Lopez!"

"Wooo… what's wrong?"

"What's wrong?... you are not serious, are you?"

"Of course I am…"

"S… you bailed on us at the party last night… what happened?"

"Didn't feel like being there anymore… so I took off" Santana shrugged even when she knew Quinn couldn't see her.

"Okaaaaay… I don't buy it… please Santana, tell me what happened"

"Fine!... but not on the phone… can you come to the shop later?"

"Sure… today is my day off and Ash is at work"

"Okay… stop by whenever you want"

"'Kay... till later!"

"Bye"

Santana parked outside of the shop and walked inside. She was not in the mood for work and greeting people or just playing nice, so she walked to her office and stepped inside without a word to anyone.

Everybody knew her too well to know she was having a bad day so it was better to stay away from her if possible.

Quinn was knocking on her door two hours later. She peaked through the door and offered a coffee to Santana. She invited her in and Quinn sat opposite Santana's desk.

"So… are you gonna tell me what happened or just keep 'working'" Quinn said after a few moments of Santana ignoring her.

Santana sighed and put her paperwork aside and looked at Quinn who had her eyebrows raised and narrowed eyes.

"Seriously S, I haven't seen you like this in like… ever!"

"I don't know Q, I honestly don't know what is going on with me…"

"What do you mean?" concern in Quinn's voice now that Santana voiced her worry. She had had the hope it was some other bitchy thing of Santana.

"I don't know what happens to me with that girl…"

"What girl? Britt?"

"You call her Britt now?" she raised her eyebrow.

"She told us to call her that…" Quinn narrowed her eyes again at Santana and then it clicked "You are like this because of her!"

"What?" Santana jumped, caught in her secret. SHIT!

"You are, aren't you?"

"Fine… I accept it; yeah it is because of her. I don't know what happens to me around her"

"You like her a lot"

"Yeah…" Santana was staring at her coffee… she didn't want Quinn looking her like this, all messed up "You know what happened the last time I let someone in…"

"Yeah… but you cannot keep everyone outside just because of her… she fucked it, not you" Quinn reached for Santana's hand "You could always try, you know?"

"I don't know… everything is just too fucking intense around her… my emotions and shit… I prefer to handle it as I'm used to"

"S… you-"

"I don't wanna keep talking about it!" Santana cut her off. She stared back at her computer and started working again.

"Fine… then I guess I'll better go home, Ash will be there soon"

"Yeah, go with her…"

Quinn stood up and walked away from Santana, closing the door behind her. Santana sighed again and damned herself for letting it affect her this much.

On her way to her apartment Quinn was thinking how to help her friend. She hadn't seen her affected like that since Santana realized she liked girls and was falling for her first girlfriend, and then again when she found her with someone else.

Quinn hated the way Santana was crashed back then and how long it took her to recover from it. Although deep down Santana never recovered from it… that's were all her failed "relationships" came from. Santana normally jumped from girl to girl, never staying too long to even get to know the girl.

But this time she could really see something different in Santana. She could tell that Britt affected her more than she wants to recognize, even to herself.

Quinn dialed Britt's closest friend, Kurt, she wanted information about Britt. She didn't even know if she liked girls. If she didn't that would really affect her plans.

After half an hour later Quinn had find out that Britt had broken up with her now ex-boyfriend, Artie, whom nobody liked. Apparently he wasn't the best of boyfriends with Brittany and he had cheated on her with one of Britt's previous co-workers. That's why she had quitted her job and started where she met Santana.

What the fuck… how can somebody cheat on someone, Quinn got mad every time she thought of it.

She had also found out that Brittany was "bi-curios" and had a couple of girlfriends in the past, but nothing serious. This was very good news.

Days have passed since the time she talked to Santana and those days she had barely heard of the girl.

Puck told her that she had hooked up with different girls in those 3 days. That was a sign that Santana wasn't better, actually she was worst.

It was the past night that set her mind. Santana had arrived to her place completely drunk and running to her bathroom and puking her guts out. She was a wreck, you could tell. After like an hour Quinn had put her to sleep on her couch and went back to bed where Ashley was awake and asked her about Santana.

Quinn had to tell her everything and she knew Santana would be pissed if she found out, but she needed help with her plan.

The next day she went to Brittany's place to talk to her. After the second knock Brittany opened the door.

"Hi Britt"

"Hey Quinn, how are you?" Brittany stepped aside and motioned Quinn to come in.

"Very well, thank you"

"At what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?" Brittany radiated happiness, but her smile didn't reach her eyes.

They sat on Brittany's couch and Quinn took a deep breath.

"Britt, I wanted to talk to you about Santana…"

Brittany frowned and looked away "She wasn't very polite the other day… it has been two times"

"Yeah, Santana it's kind of… special"

"I really like her, Quinn, but I've been treated badly in the past and I don't want to be treated like that again"

"I understand… but, she really likes you too, she was just having a bad time"

"What happened?"

Quinn could see that Brittany was worried about Santana, but somewhat hurt by what she did, leaving her without saying anything and not even calling her the next day… and not hearing from her in days.

"I think is better if she tells you herself"

"Why?"

"Because she doesn't like me talking about her issues… she will kill me if she knows I came… so, please don't tell her"

"I won't" Brittany smiled and then sighed "fine, I'll talk to her, just because I want to know what happened and if I did something to offend her. I would like to be her friend"

Quinn didn't know if it was her o if Brittany did made an intonation on the word "friend". She really hoped it wasn't her imagination. She could tell Britt was a good girl, and god knows it was about time Santana got a good girl.

Quinn said goodbye to Brittany and then took off to her job. She had taken a brake to come and see Brittany, Santana was way more important for her than her job at the newspaper.

Brittany had been thinking about what Quinn had just told her about Santana. She knew something was wrong because of the way the things changed the night of the party.

It was odd because even that day they had been texting and joking and even talking a bit on the phone. And then… complete silence.

Not a visit, not a call, not even a text explaining why.

She had been sad these past days. Santana had brought her out of the thing with Artie in just a few days. He was now in her past, far away from her memory.

None of her friends had been able to do such thing.

She couldn't stop thinking that maybe if she hadn't been so nervous because of Santana at her party and had just talked to her instead of joking with Sam about it… maybe, just maybe, Santana wouldn't have left and she wouldn't be this sad.

Brittany made up her mind and stood up, walking out of her apartment grabbing her car keys on her way out.

She had to know what had happened and why Quinn had asked her to go and asked her herself instead of just telling her.

Twenty minutes later and Brittany was parking outside of Santana's shop. She got out of her car and walked to her shop.

Without even saying anything to the attendants she walked behind the counter, hearing some scolding from one of the girls, and opened Santana's office.

She was sitting behind her desk reading some papers. As soon as she heard the door open she glared at whoever entered, only to widen her eyes at the sight of Brittany standing in front of her.

"Brittany…" was all Santana could say.

*A/N .- so here's another chapter, hope you like it and review please :D i would like to know what do you think about the story so far... so please :D

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