Ok I'm back in business! I have someone who's said they will Beta me! Thank you 'famehooker'. Anyway, here you are readers. Another chapter. I'm also thinking of doing another story with a Christmas theme (because it's almost Xmas finally!). Do you think that's a good idea? R&R for me.

PS: days till XMAS!

I love you and only you

Brittney waved to Artie one last time as he was loaded into to his dad car. It was only 3 O'clock and Brittney looked at the sky. Next came the hard part…

She had to see Santana.

It wasn't that she was scared, but Santana wasn't answering her phone after she sent a text saying she'd talked to Artie about them. Brittney guessed she'd taken it the wrong way and thought Brittney had told Artie she loved him.

This is a disaster! Thought Brittney. How can I talk to Santana if she's ignoring me?

Brittney checked facebook on her phone to see if Santana was online and looked at her latest post.

"Either you choose me or you loose me."

Brittney cringed as she realised the meaning behind the words and that they were meant for her. She thought about how Santana must feel and how long she had kept her waiting like some sort of backup girlfriend for when she got dumped.

Well you're going to make up for it now. She told herself.

"Hey Brittney, have you told Santana the good news get?" Brittney's mum asked excitedly "Because dinner's at 5 and you only have 2 hours to tell her if you haven't yet, ok?" Her mum frowned when she saw Brittney's sad expression.

"Mum, Santana won't answer her phone!" Brittney whined.

"Don't worry; can you follow directions to her house if I tell you? I don't think it's far to ride on a bike." Her mum suggested.

"Great!" Brittney said, cheering up considerably at the thought of seeing Santana's face when she finally heard the good news.

"Ok, be careful Brittney, don't talk to anyone. You go straight there and straight back, ok?" Her mum said sternly. "Bad things happen where Santana lives"

"Yes Mum, tell Lord Tubbington not to panic and I'll be back soon." Brittney said before disappearing into to the garage to grab her pink unicorn bike and setting off with directions to Santana's house.

Brittney looked around the dirty, badly lit street and up at the only clean, presentable house there. This is the place She thought. Brittney had never been to Santana's house before. She'd driven past it once or twice but never stayed very long or seen beyond the front door.

Locking her bike to the rickety fence Brittney slowly walked up to the door and knocked. As she was waiting Brittney felt like someone was watching her and the hairs on the back of her neck rise. Turning slowly she saw a group of black hooded gangsters watching her intently. Wait what it say on their hoodies. Oh God Brittney thought. It says:

'Kill or be killed'.

Brittney didn't know how long the gang had been watching her for but she knew they weren't leaving anytime soon and they weren't up to anything good.

"What do you want" Brittney winced as her voice cracked.

After she had spoken it was if the movements had been choreographed.

The gang all look to the person closest to her at the front and just as she blinked they all took a step towards her.

Brittney took a step back in suprise.

Oh God! So this is how it ends. On what I thought would be one of my best ever days it turns out to be my death date.

Brittney was backed up against Santana's door and the gang was getting closer and closer, grinning evilly. Brittney could feel the triumph of the catch rolling off them.

Panicking Brittney turned to face the door and began to bang on the door desperately.

"Santana are you home? Santana please answer the door! Help me Santana, oh my god help me Santana!" Brittney felt something sharp penetrate her arm and let out a scream of pain. "SANTANA!"

With a whoosh the door swung open and Brittney was dragged inside. Blood pounding in her ears Brittney heard someone yelling in Spanish before she blanked out and the world went black.

"Brit, come on Brit, wake up." Brittney could hear Santana calling her and could feel Santana shaking her gently.

"Whaa…" Brittney said groggily. "San… whoa San you look…" Brittney trailed off.

Santana had day old mascara smeared on her cheeks and her hair was like a tangled nest on top of her head. She was still in her pyjamas and smelled like sweat and tears.

"I know, I know I look awful. See this is what happens when you don't ring me before you come over." Santana said, her giggle turning to a sniff. "So why are you here anyway?"

"Well I would have called you but you weren't answering your phone" Brittney sent a glare Santana's way. "So I came here. I talked to Artie earlier today and I told him how I really felt." Brittney looked at Santana and saw that she was crying. "Oh Santana no! I meant I told him I love you and that I love him like a brother. I love you and only you!"

Santana looked at Brittney in shock. Then ran and hugged her. "Oh Brittney you scared me! I thought you meant you had told him that you were dumping me!"

"Actually I was then going to ask you to be my girlfriend. I guess that kind of failed didn't it?" Brittney said sheepishly.

"Aww Brit of course I will. You could never fail." Santana assured her. "Now the only question is 'how do I… come out the closet as it were?" She asked nervously, she was not looking forward to that part.

"Hmmm… I don't know, I didn't really think about that part." Brittney admitted.

"Don't worry, think about it while I make myself presentable." Santana said.

Brittney looked up as Santana tapped her on the shoulder.

"Thought of anything yet?"

"Oh yeah I have the most perfect plan ever! It's dramatic, simple and everyone will be watching." Brittney said proudly.

"What is it?" Santana asked, excited. "Wait, it'd better not involve just holding hands in public because I really want to make it quick and dignified so I can at least walk away with a shred of dignity left. You know what those jocks are like."

"Don't worry San, it's the perfect plan." Brittney began explaining her plan to Santana and slowly Santana broke into a devious grin.

Brittney defiantly has her brilliant moments. She thought proudly.

"So are you in?" Brittney asked.

"Yeah! Let's come out with some style!" Santana and Brittney began to plan out the details and timing.

Tomorrow lunchtime will be very interesting…