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Chapter 3

There was only two minutes left until they reached her house, but for Santana it felt like a lifetime. The blonde was still holding loosely onto her hand and Santana had begun internally panicking about eight minutes ago. In fact, her face felt hot even after the automatic heater in her car had shut off. She felt her glasses begin to slip down slowly, but she didn't want the blonde to let go of her hand. She couldn't help but sneak more than few glances at the blonde, who was still stiff in her seat and hadn't said a word since her apology.

After pulling into her driveway, noticing that her living room lights were still on, she shut down the engine not knowing if she should say anything or not. She was about to speak when the blonde beat her to it.

"I didn't know I lived so close to you. My house is just three house down." She said softly. Santana blushed even more. Of course she knew. So much for not being a creeper.

"Um yeah, er, what a small town." Idiot. Of course she knows it's a small town. She lives in it! Santana fakes a cough, but winces when she realizes how much it actually hurts to cough. Her head was throbbing and she finally started to feel the pain in her side from where she was punched. The blonde finally lets go of her hand and Santana cant help but feel a little disappointed knowing that the contact was a one-time thing. Getting out of the car wasn't as difficult as she though it would be, but she quickly headed to the passenger side to help Brittany out.

They walked towards the house in silence - well Brittany was limping slightly. Santana opens the door as quietly as possible grateful to see her living room void of her parents. She would have had a hard time explaining why Brittany was covered in blood and scraps. She quickly and quietly led Brittany to her room before they could get caught. When it occurred to her that the Brittany Pierce was actually not only in her house, but also in her room, her nerves skyrocketed back up. She glad around her room thankful that she had cleaned it earlier, but was still embarrassed of all the tell tale nerd decorations that she had up. Brittany seemed to be taking it all in.

"I uh, I'm going to grab my first aid kit, you can sit on my bed, ill be really quick." When she got back from her bathroom, Brittany was already seated on her bed picking at the hem of her Cheerios skirt.

"Your rooms uh, nice." The blonde says looking around. Wow, really that's the best I could come up with?

"Thanks." Santana manages to get out, pushing her glasses back onto the bridge of her nose. After a minute of awkward silence passed, she found the courage to spit out a decent sentence. "Would you mind if I took a look at your head?" She says holding up the kit. Brittany nods.

"No, of course not." Santana cautiously takes the few steps forward, shortening the gap between them. She was pretty much shaking from nerves. Carefully reaching up to brush the stray bangs away from Brittany's face to get a better view of the wound, she begins to gently wipe away some of the dried up blood. The blonde winces and Santana finds herself wincing as well.

"It's really not as bad as it looks." Santana mumbles. If it weren't completely silent, the blonde wouldn't have even heard her. The cut wasn't too deep, but it ran half an inch above the edge of her eyebrow and a little past her hairline.

"Tell that to Coach." The blonde says quietly, her eyes still directed towards the floor. Shit, she hadn't even thought about how her parents would react.

"Don't worry, you can cover it up with your bangs." She turns red when she realizes she was playing with blonde's hair. It seems that Brittany did notice, and when Santana checked to see the blonde's reaction, she found the heart stopping blues staring right back at her. That caused Santana to enter a mild panic stage and she began to shake lightly while applying the Neosporin to the other girl's wound. Her face never seems to be it's normal color around the girl, she's pretty sure she's been beat red for a while now, and it feels like the amount of color doubled. And she isn't expecting soft pale hands to gently grab onto her own.

"You're shaking, are you okay?" Brittany asks gently. The space between them seemed to get smaller, the blonde trying to make eye contact with the brunette. Santana just nods, seeing as her mouth refused to make any sound – forget even forming a sentence. "Santana I–.." The blonde is cut off by the loud buzzing of her phone that makes them both jump apart as if they were doing something they weren't supposed to do. Seriously, now you want to call? The blonde glares at the name flashing across her phone – Sam – and hits the lock button twice, ending the call. "I'm sorry." She says sheepishly.

"No, it's okay really. Do you want me to step out so that you can take the call?" The Latina says avoiding eye contact.

"No, its your room, and its no one important anyways." The blonde actually feels nervous for once around the other girl. Santana just nods and motions to the blonde's knees. "You don't have to Santana, really, its enough that you saved my life and let me into your home. Especially with how I've been."

"Really Britt, it's no big deal." Santana says, hoping that the blonde didn't notice her slip. She just kneels down to take a look at Brittany's knees, gently cleaning and applying the ointment, just as she did with the cut on the girl's head. As soon as she's done the blonde lets out another soft 'Thank you'.

Both girls really could have lived without the awkward silence that came afterwards. Brittany was still sitting on Santana's bed and Santana was standing awkwardly a few feet away. Santana notices the girl shivering slightly and heads towards her dresser. She pulls out a pair of black sweats – her favorite – and hands in to the blonde who pulls it over her Cheerios skirt. Santana still can't believe that the girl of her dreams is in her room, on her bed, and wearing her clothes. Though she wishes it were under much better circumstances, she isn't complaining. This is the most time she's spent with the other girl, where said girl wasn't being a complete jerk to her.

"Uh, do you uh, want to watch TV or something?" Santana manages to stutter out. The silence was making her extremely uncomfortable and she figured if the blonde were paying attention to the TV screen, she wouldn't be inclined to take another look at her room.

"Yeah sure, if I'm not imposing." The blonde replies. Santana just shakes her head, as in no you're not, and heads over to turn on the TV. Transformers was on and Mickayla was getting into Sam's car for the first time.

"Is this okay?"

"Yeah, this is actually one of my favorite movies." Brittany says with a soft smile. Santana can't help but smile back and takes a seat on the floor next to the bed. "What are you doing?" the blonde asks with a puzzled look etched across her face.

"I, uh, um, I'm watching from here?" Santana says, which turns out to be more of a question and Brittany shakes her head – they've both been doing that a lot lately.

"Santana, this is your house, your room, and your bed. You don't have to sit on the floor, come sit next to me or I can sit on the floor instead." Brittany says eyes wide. The girl has already done so much for me, there's no way I'm going to let her sit on the floor in her own home. Wow, if my friends could see me now. I'm actually caring about Santana. Santana just blushes once again and takes a seat on the other side of her bed leaning back against the headboard. Brittany also leans back and Santana offers the covers towards Brittany who takes it, smiles shyly, and drapes it over the both of them. Santana can't help the fluttery feeling in her stomach that comes around when the blonde is near.

Oh, no no no. I didn't mean here with you. I just meant here, like, in this situation. The same situation that I'm always in. 'Cause, I don't know, I guess I just have a weakness for hot guys, for tight abs and really big arms.

"This is one of my favorite parts." Brittany says with a smile, her eyes now focused on the screen.

Well, there's a couple new additions in the car. Like, I just put that light there... ...and that disco ball... ...and so the light reflects off the disco ball.

Brittany lets out a soft laugh, and the fluttery feelings in Santana multiply immensely. Santana can't help but smile as she watches the blonde from the corner of her eye who looks much more relaxed than she did earlier. Wow, she is so beautiful. Brittany turns to look at Santana, who averts her eyes back towards the screen hoping that the blonde didn't catch her staring.

Santana is awakened by an incessantly buzzing noise that didn't seem like it would be stopping anytime soon. She tries to sit up when she notices the weight against her shoulder. They had both fallen asleep, and the blonde was now nestled into her side, head resting on her shoulder. The blonde looked so peaceful asleep, there was even a little bit of drool on the girl's face, but Santana couldn't think it was anything but adorable. I can't believe this is happening. Wait until I tell Q. The brunette thinks. But the smile drops from her face when she realizes that whatever happened tonight will never happen again.

Her body feels warm where the blonde was snuggled up and she really doesn't want this moment to end, but the other girl's phone has been buzzing. Glancing at the clock, which now read 1:12am, she sighs knowing that she should probably wake Brittany up.

"Brittany?" She whispers, gently nudging the other girl's shoulder. "Brittany, your phone has been going off." The blonde mumbles something incoherent before opening her eyes.

"Santana?" The blonde seems confused for a second before her eyes flash in recognition, meaning she probably remembered all that happened.

"Sorry, I fell asleep too and I woke up cause I heard a buzzing noise, which I figured is your phone, I didn't want to wake you because you looked so beautiful and peaceful but I didn't know if you wanted to sleep here or if you were assuming that I'd wake you up, but your phone has been going off and I wasn't sure what to do really, so I woke you up instead." Santana manages to squeeze out in one breath. Then she blushes realizing that one, she just called the blonde beautiful, and two, she just rambled. She was too busy worrying about what she had said to realize that the blonde was blushing too.

"Really Santana it's okay. Thank you for waking me up." The blonde says her eyes widening as she looked at her phone. 41 missed calls, 15 voicemails, and 76 messages. All from her parents, Tyler, Rachel, Finn, Puck, and Sam. She shoots up when she sees the time. Shit. They're probably all freaking out. She quickly sends out a text to all of them saying she's fine and just fell asleep at a friend's house. She groans and palms her forehead when she realized that Rachel would question her tomorrow since she never hung out with anyone else but the people in her group. She looks apologetically at Santana who is looking at her questionably. "Sorry, its just everyone's freaking out looking for me and I just, I have to go." Santana tries to hide the look of disappointment on her face by getting up and slipping back on her shoes.

"Don't be sorry, it's okay. They're worried about you. I'll walk you to your house." Santana says, grabbing her jacket.

"Santana, its okay, you don't have to, really." Brittany says even though she really didn't want to walk home, no matter how short the walk was. She was still pretty shaken up about tonight. But she didn't want Santana to go through any more trouble.

"Brittany, I want to. I wouldn't be able to sleep if I didn't know you got home okay." Santana says honestly. Because if Brittany refused, she would still have followed her home just to make sure the girl got there okay. The blonde just blushed and waited for the Latina to lead her out the door.

Five minutes later, they're standing by the sidewalk in front of Brittany's home. All the lights are still on and there's three more cars parked in her driveway than usual. Santana recognized them as Sam, Finn, and Pucks. She cant help but think about everything that happened, and how her body still tingled from where Brittany was last laying on her. She's snapped out of her thoughts when she hears Brittany mumble 'shit'.

"Thank you Santana, really. I cant thank you enough for everything." Brittany says quietly.

"Again, it was nothing. I'm just glad your safe." Santana says, the last half she whispers more to herself, but Brittany hears it anyways.

"I better get inside before they call the cops or something." Brittany whispers. Santana just nods her head. "Will you be okay walking back to your place?" Santana nods again.

"Goodnight Santana. Thank you again." Brittany says biting her lip, contemplating. She makes up her mind and quickly wraps her arms around the shorter girl and squeezing tight. When she lets go, she kisses the Latina's cheek and hurries into her house not looking back.

"Goodnight." Santana is able to whisper. She is shocked still at what just happened. Brittany just hugged her and kissed her. Yeah it was on the cheek, but it was still a kiss. Oh my Gosh, I can die happy now. Santana thinks with a silly smile on her face. She hears Brittany's front door close and snaps out of her daze. Her smile fades slightly knowing that tomorrow would be back to normal, but she cant help but cherish all that happened tonight. And when she gets back to her own home, while she cuddles into the spot that Brittany was just in, she thinks that she might be okay with that.