AN: Damn, you guys are really good at alerting. Not so good at reviewing though. To all of those who have; you had me grinning like an idiot. Honestly, I get happy easily.
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Santana groaned as her alarm clock went off, 12:15. Great, another day of studying. She sighed and turned her alarm off, laying in bed for a while just staring up at her ceiling. She had never noticed the black dots that were all over it. The latina scoffed and rolled her eyes at her own thoughts, who the fuck cared it there was black dots at her ceiling?

She jumped out of bed and lazily dragged herself into her kitchen; putting on some coffee and then began do make herself a sandwich when she saw the scissor and the tape on her kitchen counter and furrowed her eyebrows together, she couldn't recall putting it there. Like a train had hit her, it all came back; her first shift, the bleeding blonde, the man who had threatened to kill the blonde not long after, the hospital visit. The fact that she had let a complete stranger live with her.

She almost dropped the cheese slicer at the last realization, her eyes went wide when she could hear light footsteps in the living room; getting closer and closer to her.

Santana quickly grabbed another sandwich, so it seemed like she was doing one to Brittany as well.

"Good morning," a gentle voice said, she heard a chair being pulled out behind her; signaling that Brittany was sitting next to the kitchen island.

The brunette slowly turned around. What she was.. she practically forced herself to not stare at the beauty that sat in front of her. Brittany's hair was ruffled from sleeping, she looked a bit tired from it also. The blonde ran a hand across her face and rubbed her left eye while she yawned.

She blinked at the sight, like it was blinding her. "Or, good afternoon," the latina chuckled nervously, turning around once more to make their breakfast ready.

Like that morning, when she ran into her bedroom after their little… Santana didn't know what to call it really. But it had been intense, like she was bewitched by the blonde. Anyway, the point was that she could feel Brittany's gaze on her now too. Realizing that she was just wearing a tight t-shirt and panties, she felt a little uncomfortable. Which she never did.

Santana knew she looked good, sexy even. But she felt very uneasy right know, she knew that her underwear were almost not there, and the blonde could obviously check her ass out how much she wanted. And maybe see a little too much. Santana swallowed as she turned around and gave Brittany two sandwiches and a cup of coffee. Then gave her exactly the same breakfast and sat down across from the blonde, who was happily eating away on her treat.

"So Brittany," the latina began slowly, "what do you do?"

Brittany swallowed a big piece of bread, cheese and cucumber. "You mean like, work?"

"Yeah," she took a sip of her coffee, and the taller girl did the same.

"I'm a journalist," Brittany said after swallowing down her sip of coffee, "and I have a dance group on the weekends," she added with a grin.

"Oh," that explained her flawless body, Santana thought.

"And you're in med school?"

"Yep," the brunette nodded slowly, taking another bite.

"So, Quinn have always talked about that she wants to become a brain surgeon," Brittany stated, "do you want to become something like that?"

Santana smiled, "I want to be an orthopedic surgeon, cracking bones and stuff," her smile got bigger, "I've wanted it since I broke my first leg when I was nine, it had such an strange angle. It was so fascinating," she continued dreamily, remembering that day like it was yesterday.

"That sounds… nice?" Brittany smiled a little, "I always wanted to be a dancer, live in New York and get in on Broadway," her smile faltered, "but Jack wanted to study here, so…"

There was a silence after mentioning his name, both in their own worlds. Brittany must have really loved him if she gave up her dream for him. And he must have been so egoistic, the latina thought while she stared her cup of coffee down. Poor girl.

"Look, Santana," Brittany ripped her out of her thoughts, "I- If you want, I can pay rent if… you know, you're up for it. I mean, with me living here," she asked unsurely, she bit her bottom lip nervously, and Santana found with adorable.

"It's not a problem; my dad pays my rent," the latina said. "And of course you can stay,"

"I can buy groceries then? I can't live here without paying for anything,"

Santana thought for a second, she could talk with her dad about buying her own food, that way Brittany and she could split. And BOOM, the blonde was paying something, and the bonus was that her father would probably think she was growing up if she paid at least half of it.

"My dad pays for that too, but I can talk to him and see if maybe we could split it in two,"

Brittany looked like she was going to protest, but Santana raised her hand, silencing her.

"No arguing, I barely pay for anything. And it's me who is living here, that way it is at least fair,"

The blonde still looked like she wanted to protest, but kept quiet.

"I need to get to a lecture in half an hour, so I need to shower," Santana said, "you can take a shower after. And I'll give you a spare key before I go,"

Brittany nodded and stood, took both of their empty cups and began to clean away the mess Santana had made by making them breakfast.

"Hey, what are you doing?" the latina asked, her brows furrowed.

Brittany turned around, so Santana got a clear view of her elephant panties and her endless toned legs. The brunette struggled to keep it in her pants.

"Cleaning? You go shower, this is the least I can do for you," she smiled sweetly down at the latina, "you saved my life yesterday, and you're not even a real doctor yet," she teased and turned around to put the cups into the dishwasher, giving Santana a glorious view of her ass as she bent down.

The latina swallowed hard, and scrunched her eyes shut. 'Shit'

"B-but I do have a driver license," she managed; Brittany turned her head over her shoulder and winked. 'Oh dear God, she is going to kill me' "I'll just go,"

She got up and once again rushed out of the room, a little too fast.

Brittany smirked.

"Hi dad," Santana said into her phone as she walked down the street towards her school.

"Hi love, what's on your mind?"

Her father had always been such a gentleman, raising her himself. Her mother died when she was born.

"I… I kind of have a roommate," she began, "and she wants to pay for something since she's staying with me, and I-"

"That's really not necessary baby doll, and you know it," God, her dad was a little too generous sometimes.

"She really wants to, and honestly… it would feel really weird if she didn't dad," Santana pouted, "she can just live on our money," she walked across the street, and saw her school about 500 meters ahead.

"That makes sense… so what did you have in mind?"

"Maybe me and her could just split the groceries," she asked, "and I'll still pay for my… activates,"

The latina could almost see her father nod thoughtfully with a little smile on his lips.

"Sounds great honey, but I need to go; a client just arrived… I'm so sorry, I'll call you later tonight,"

"Yeah, okay. Bye dad," she finished as she entered the building and started walking to her class.

"Bye hun,"

It was 17:23 when Santana got home that night. She kicked her shoes off, threw her parkas at the hanger and put her bag down next to the door.

"Brittany?" she called out while making her way into the living room. There was no answer, so Santana guessed that she was getting her clothes from her apartment, since she told her this morning that she would probably do that today.

Santana had pulled out a pair of converse for her to wear, since she had just pulled out a pair of flip-flops when making her escape. Then she had lent her a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, some underwear and a jacket.

Brittany had smiled gratefully at her, watching her as she pulled out the clothes. Brittany went for a shower while Santana had made her way out the apartment for her lecture.

Santana took a look in the kitchen to be sure, but the blonde wasn't there either. She poured herself a glas of milk, and realized that she shouldn't have let Brittany go over there by herself, though the blonde had assured her that he would be at work.

But what if he hadn't? What if Jack stayed home, just today? Fuck.

She quickly put her hand into her jeans pocket and pulled out her phone, then realized that she didn't have Brittany's number. She silently cursed herself, stomping a little as she did so. She considered calling Quinn and ask for her number until she heard the front door open.

The latina hurried to the hallway and let out a breath she didn't know she was holding when she saw Brittany standing there with groceries in both hands, watching her curiously.

"What's the rush?" she asked teasingly while smiling a half smile.

"Nothing, I just…" she shook her head and closed her eyes, leaned on the doorframe and opened them again. "I was worried,"

"Why?" Brittany narrowed her eyes, but couldn't contain her smile.

Santana let out a chuckle, "I didn't like the idea of you going over there yourself," she said truthfully, staring into Brittany's baby blue eyes.

Brittany's smile instantly disappeared as she put the bags down, and started untying her shoes. "I didn't get my stuff,"

The latina watched her worriedly as she kicked her shoes next to Santana's and picked up the bags again, making her way over to the kitchen, past Santana.

The brunette followed her and leaned against the counter while the taller of the two put the food into the refrigerator.

"Why?" she asked, looking at the blondes strong arms and back,

"I guess…" she turned around while holding a union on her hand, "I didn't had the guts to," she finally said after a little hesitation. "I don't want to go alone, and Quinn didn't answer,"

"I'll go with you, Brittany," Santana said confidently, straightening up. "we can bring Quinn to, just to be sure he doesn't try anything,"

There was a silence between the two of them as they looked at each other. Santana watched different emotions across the blonde's face; relief, anger, disbelief, trust. "why are you so nice to me Santana?" she whispered.

Santana didn't break their gaze, "because you're lost right now, and I know that feeling," she took a step towards the blonde, "and you need someone, just as I did when I was lost,"

Brittany's eyes flickered close for a second as Santana gently put her bang behind her ear. The latina could see the blonde swallow. "let me help you, okay?" she whispered.

Brittany nodded and took a shaky breath, "okay,"

They ended up ordering pizza that night. They watched the two first Harry Potter movies until they were sick of it and decided to watch the rest some other night.

"So, I have work tonight…" Santana said. Her shift started at ten, so she started in an hour.

"Oh, okay," the blonde said, clearly disappointed. Her eyes looked down at her lap, biting the inside of her lip.

"But hey, you can come with me?" Santana asked, nudging her side. "You can sit in the passager seat, I'll just tell my boss so he doesn't book me up with a group of four,"

Brittany met her eyes, grinning from ear to ear.