A/N: Hey, guys! Thanks for all your awesome reviews and I am so sorry it took me so long to update. I'm in my last year of high school and my teachers all decided to assign projects and essays due on the same week . I won't be able to update until next next week (or more, depending on how my exams go), please don't hate me D:

I originally was going to make this chapter longer but I didn't want to keep you guys waiting. I figure something is better than nothing, right?

(I apologize for grammar/spelling mistakes, I don't have a beta .)

Disclaimer: I do not own glee.


Santana frowned as she walked through the narrow halls of the third level floors. She couldn't believe there were so many people crowded into one floor. It was stuffy and, for a girl who was used to luxury like Santana, disgusting. Even though the ship was large, she didn't actually think it was able to hold so many people, most of whom she never came into contact with. Santana actually felt bad that her suite alone probably could have fit at least eight people. The Latina and her bodyguard proceeded to walk down the halls as passengers stared weirdly at them. They probably never expected to see someone of her class to be wandering down here nonetheless, Santana had a specific reason; that being the blonde girl she had met just last night.

It wasn't that hard for Santana to find out Brittany's room number, only having to send someone out to ask around. Apparently, a lot of people knew the bright blonde and, from what she's heard, they all liked her in some way. Santana could understand why though. She wasn't exactly smart and classy but the way she interacted with people always seemed so innocent and cheerful. Santana smiled at the thought of the blonde and could feel herself getting more excited at the chance to get to know her more. She knew their friendship wouldn't go past what would happen on the ship, due to their class, but Santana wanted the momentary luxury.

They eventually stopped in front of room 3423 and Santana gently knocked on the door. They both waited for someone to respond, ignoring the curious looks from others. She heard a shuffling noise and was about to knock again before the door opened and she was faced with large boy, a sleepy expression on his face. He rubbed his eyes a few times, clearing them, before his eyes widened, realizing who was standing in front of him. "Miss?" he asked, clueless as to why Santana was there. He had heard about what had happened from Brittany but Finn was dubious of her story. Brittany never lied but it was still hard to believe she actually was able to meet an upper class girl.

Santana smiled politely, nodding her greeting. "I'm here to see Brittany," she stated, "Is she here?"

Finn stared at her dumbfounded and didn't react until Santana cleared her throat. "Oh yeah, um, she's here but she's asleep," he replied, moving out of the way for the Latina and her guard to enter. Santana stared curiously around the room and her eyes twitched in disgust at the two men on one side. They automatically softened when she saw the blonde, curled up into the bottom bunk of her bed. Finn stood there awkwardly and rubbed the back of his head. "I can wake her up if you want," he stated before heading to the bed but Santana swiftly placed her hand on his chest stopping him.

"Just let her sleep, though I wouldn't mind you waking those two," she pointed at the men, "up and telling them to get out." She nodded to her guard and he immediately pulled out a few bills and passing it to Finn. Finn stared at it weirdly but nodded, money was money.

Finn did as he was told and woke up the other two. They were grouchy but when money was placed in front of them, their eyes automatically brightened and left in a haste. Santana sighed and shook her head before turning to her guard and dismissing him with specific instructions to make sure he let no one in. Santana didn't want to be interrupted as she got herself acquainted with her new friend.

Santana looked at the girl sleeping on the bed. She didn't really want to wake the blonde up and Santana didn't think she actually had to. Just being alone with her relaxed her more than she ever imagined possible. She took a seat on a nearby chair and just sat there, watching the blonde. Her chests was rising softly, indicating her unconsciousness, while her face looked blissfully happy. The Latina was seriously envious of the girl in front of her. Her own slumbers were never this peaceful.

She didn't know how long she was staring but eventually, the blonde started to stir. Santana averted her eyes, totally unwilling to let the girl know she was staring at her while she slept. Brittany mewed a bit, which Santana found completely adorable, before getting up and looking around, her eyes blinking to readjust to the light. Her hair was slightly messy and her eyes were still foggy but she sobered up immediately after spotting the raven-haired girl in the corner. "San?" she asked, her voice raspy from her sleep. Santana was never a fan of pet names but it was simply endearing coming from Brittany. Everything about the girl seemed endearing now that Santana thought about it.

Brittany curiously stared at the girl, wondering why she wasn't responding. "Santana?" she asked again, cocking her head to the side.

The Latina just smiled at the girl's antics and replied with a small, "Good morning."

A bright smile grew on Brittany's face and she immediately started to talk. "Good morning to you too!" She paused at bit and furrowed her brow before continuing, "Not that I don't want you here but why are you here?"

The question actually stumped Santana somewhat. Why was she here? She wanted to get to know the blonde a bit more but there really wasn't a reason why she was here this early. Santana just smiled at the blonde and got up, taking a seat next to her on the bed. It might have seemed oddly intimate but after Brittany 'saved' her life last night, she didn't think she was passing any boundaries. Santana had to admit that, although they had just met, Brittany was probably the only true friend she's ever had. Some part of her knew that Brittany wasn't using her and she genuinely cared. That alone was depressing for the Latina. She couldn't trust anyone but a stranger she met a few hours ago.

"I just wanted to hang out," she stated nonchalantly, not allowing the girl to know just how important she was to her already.

Brittany furrowed her brows a bit but nodded anyways. "Do you have anything specific in mind?" she asked.

"No, I figured we could just talk and get to know one another," the Latina shrugged. She simply wanted to get away from her life, even for just a small moment.

Brittany nodded before looking away sheepishly, "Well, um, do you mind if I, um, change and eat first?" Brittany asked, a blush growing on her face. "I mean, I just woke up and all…"

Santana looked away and blushed. "Uh, yeah. We could go get lunch together, I'll just wait for you outside," she stated, immediately getting up and leaving the room. Brittany didn't seem to mind that much but technically, Santana did creepily watch her sleep. Maybe she should have come at a later time?

Santana could hear the small rustling that was happening through the door and silently wondered just how much privacy these cabins provided. She was interrupted a moment later when the door opened and her new friend emerged from behind it. "Are you ready?" Santana asked, receiving a nod in return.

The Latina was able to ignore the stares that were being directed towards them but Brittany was clearly uncomfortable. Many of these people knew her and definitely knew what happened last night, due to a very talkative crew, and they couldn't actually believe it. It was like a dream come true for any one of their status to make such a powerful ally. Santana noticed how uncomfortable Brittany was and was tempted to comfort her but that would be crossing a line that she would rather not.

When they finally made it away from the cabin area, in relative silence, Brittany was able to finally release the breath she was holding. The blonde didn't understand how Santana was able to tolerate people looking at her all the time. Even Brittany, who didn't care much for her looks, felt the pressure to feel perfect. She was about to head for the general dining area however, Santana stopped her when she started to deter from their path. "Where are you going?" Santana asked, grabbing her wrist. Again, they froze when they felt the little spark that flew through them. Santana automatically let go and averted her gaze, "it's this way," she added, pointing at the next hall.

Brittany narrowed her eyes in confusion, "No, it's that way," she stated, pointing the opposite direction.

This caused Santana to growl a bit, not liking the idea of being wrong. "I'm confident it's this way," she repeated, pointing more harshly.

"I'm pretty sure it's that way," replied Brittany, not backing down.

Santana was slowly getting impatient- new friend or not, no one told Santana Lopez that she was wrong. "No, it's th-"

"Um, Miss? You're both right," the guard interrupted nervously.

Both girls glared at him and his tie suddenly felt very uncomfortable around his neck. "I mean, Ms. Pierce is p-pointing to the third class dining room, whereas you're pointing to the f-first class one," he explained, releasing a sigh of relief when the girls stared at each other instead.

"First class? Oh, I understand," said Brittany, turning towards the direction that she was originally pointing at.

Santana grabbed her hand this time, ignoring the fluttering in her stomach, before asking, "Where are you going?"

"Aren't we going to eat separately? I don't expect you to try our food," Brittany shrugged, not bothering to pull her hand away. It felt oddly comfortable.

Santana stared at her incredulously before shaking her head. "I'm inviting you to lunch... with me. It would be rude to separate," Santana stated, releasing her hand, albeit, reluctantly.

Brittany instantly shook her head, "I can't." She raised her hand to stop Santana from responding before she can provide an explanation. "I'm not used to stares, Santana. You might be but I'll definitely stick out," she bluntly stated. "I am not sure whether I can join you for dinner either. I don't have anything to wear."

Santana frowned but she knew what Brittany was saying made sense. "You can just borrow something from me," she replied, hoping that Brittany would accept. Santana didn't know why but she wanted the blonde there. Something about her eased Santana and it would be a nice change from the formal dinner.

Brittany pondered over the thought still reluctant but she didn't like disappointing people, especially her friends. "I don't know… I mean, would your clothes even fit?" she asked, fidgeting with her fingers.

"I'm sure we can find someone on this oversized boat to alter it," Santana said nonchalantly, she already had someone in mind anyways.

"I don't know…"

"Please?" Santana was definitely not used to having to use this much effort into persuading someone to do something for her. She had to admit though, rather than annoying, it was… nice.

"…Fine," Brittany finally answered, releasing a sigh of defeat. It was hard for her deny her new friend of anything. "On one condition," Brittany interrupted before Santana could be too excited. "If I feel uncomfortable… let me leave, okay?"

Santana nodded and agreed, just wanting for the blonde to be there in the first place. Brittany noticed the girl's excitement and knew she couldn't say no at this point. She bit her bottom lip, hesitating a bit. She had technically already agreed but she wasn't completely sure if she really wanted to go. She connected her gaze to the ground before looking back up.

"I'll be there," she stated with a new determination when she spotted Santana frowning. Upsetting her new friend was the last thing she wanted to do. "And just in case," she paused and held up her pinky, "It's a pinky promise." Santana looked confusedly at the raised hand and Brittany giggled, "My dad taught me that pinky promises can't be broken." She took Santana's hand and connected their pinkies before connecting their thumbs in a kiss while Santana stared amusedly at their connected fingers.

"It's a promise."