A/N – Thanks for reading, reviewing, and making this fanfic a favorite or following. I'm not sure what I'm going to do with Quinn and Rachel relationship yet. I know we've all been sad the past few days because of Cory's death. RIP Cory.

Chapter 4

Santana had driven around for at least 10 minutes trying to find a parking spot close to the coffee shop. She got so wrapped up in her illustrations for Nicole's book that she ended leaving her apartment about 15 minutes later than she intended on leaving. On top of that her back was killing her once again to the point where she grimaced in pain with every step she took walking. Finally she settled on parking in a parking garage three blocks from the coffee shop. Three blocks doesn't seem like a long distance but when they are three NYC blocks it is a long way to walk especially when you are in pain.

Santana finally made it to the coffee shop and she stopped to take catch her breath from the walk before opening the coffee shop door. She also glanced at her phone to see what time it was and to see if she had missed any calls from Brittany telling her she couldn't wait any longer for her. Santana was fifteen minutes late which wasn't like her at all because she was always the person who was at least fifteen minutes early for appointments and meeting people. Santana took one last deep breath before opening the door and walking in the coffee shop.

Santana had been in the coffee shop many times before so she was familiar with the layout of the shop. She immediately started looking for Brittany and finally found her sitting at a booth in a secluded corner of the coffee shop. Santana walked up to the booth and just stood there beside it. Brittany didn't look up but she could feel someone standing there. "I don't need another refill just the check please." Brittany's tone in her voice was one of sadness. She clearly thought there was server standing by the booth and not Santana.

Santana watched Brittany for a few seconds as she folded a paper napkin over and over until it was very small. Santana felt guilty for making Brittany wait but she also felt something she couldn't put her finger on as she watched Brittany. It was a strong attraction to the blonde woman sitting there but it wasn't just a physical attraction it was a kind of attraction Santana had never felt before but it made her want to just be in Brittany's presence.

"Hey" was the only word Santana said and it came out so quiet it was amazing Brittany could hear her over the chatting customers and clanking of plates and coffee cups. Brittany looked up at her and a small smile appeared on her lips before she looked back down at the napkin she had folded. Brittany didn't say anything which confused Santana should she sit down or not. Santana decided since Brittany hadn't made any effort to get up and leave that she would sit down.

Santana slid into the booth so she was sitting opposite Brittany. "You're in a lot of pain today." Brittany said this without looking up from the folded napkin in her hands.

This was the part of Brittany that kind of freaked Santana out because how could the woman know she was in a lot of pain? "Yeah I am." Santana didn't know what else to say because while she was looking at Brittany, Brittany hadn't looked up at her at all. This wasn't the same Brittany she had seen the day before for her therapy session.

"I glanced up while you were sliding into the booth and I saw you grimace in pain that's how I knew you were in pain." Brittany's comment was almost like she knew Santana was wondering how Brittany knew Santana was in pain. Brittany finally looked at Santana and the emotion Santana saw in those blue eyes was overwhelming even thought she couldn't read what the emotion was Brittany was feeling.

"I'm sorry I'm so late. I lost track of time working and then I couldn't find a place to park. I'm usually at least fifteen minutes early when I am meeting someone. I'm sorry and I won't keep you because I'm sure you have to get back to work. Let me pay for your coffee." Santana's nerves were heightened as she rambled on.

The server came over to their booth. "Can you get you something to drink?"

"No thanks just bring the check and please give it to me." Santana said not giving Brittany a chance to talk.

"I'd actually like a refill." Brittany said quietly.

The server looked at Santana. "I'll have a coffee please."

The server came back with the coffee pot and refilled Brittany's cup and poured Santana's cup. Santana put some cream in her coffee and stirred while Brittany did the same.

"Oh before I forget I have something for you." Brittany reached into her bag that was sitting beside on the seat. She took out and envelope and handed it to Santana.

Santana scowled wondering what could be in the envelope. She opened it and took out a check for $300. She assumed it was written on Brittany's personal banking account because the check had a unicorn on it in the upper left hand corner. "Why are you giving me a check?"

"It's a refund for your therapy session yesterday. I feel like I owe it to you for my unprofessional behavior. I drew the check on my personal account because if I refunded your money through my practice I would have to explain the reason for the refund and I didn't really want to get into that with my accountant." Brittany said while not being able to look at Santana.

Santana was having a difficult time seeing Brittany so sad. Santana wasn't sure how she felt about the whole touch therapy thing but she did know Brittany seemed to love her job and if Santana was honest with herself Brittany seemed to be damn good at it too. "I can't accept this check. You didn't do anything wrong yesterday."

Brittany looked up at Santana again. "Then why did you practically run out of my office if I didn't do anything wrong?"

Santana thought for a minute because Brittany was right she couldn't get out of her office quick enough. "To be honest with you Brittany you kind of freaked me out with how you knew all of that stuff about my body just by doing what you do with your hands."

Brittany took a drink of her coffee. "To be honest with you Santana I was kind of freaked out myself. What happened with you yesterday had never happened to me before with a client and I've performed touch therapy on close to a thousand people. I've never been so in tune with another person's body as I was yours and it scared me. I was having a difficult time not showing it during your session."

"You mean the way you were able to tell I had broken my ankle, wrist, had my appendix removed, and that I'm suffering from PMS isn't something you can feel with every patient?" Santana asked.

Brittany shook her head, "No, I've never been able to do that before. Touch therapy deals with energy and energy fields not being able to feel past and current physical injuries and health conditions of a person. I usually try to feel the energy a person is giving off and then ask them questions about their past and current health issues but with you I didn't need to ask the questions I could just feel what your body had been through. I'm sorry this is all too creepy for you I'm sure. I'm sorry Santana."

Brittany stood up to leave when Santana reached over and grabbed her hand. The sudden physical contact made Brittany stop and she just stood there for a minute looking at Santana's hand on top of her hand. Brittany could tell Santana didn't want her to leave even though she hadn't said anything so Brittany sat back down. Santana kept her hand on top of Brittany's.

When Santana spoke it was in a quiet voice. "I will admit it should probably creep me out that you were able to feel those things about me but from some reason it isnt' creepy to me. The physical things aren't the ones that made me leave your office in such a hurry. It was that you were able to feel that my heart had recently been broken by someone I loved."

Brittany closed her eyes because feeling Santana's broken heart through her hands was just about the most overwhelming energy she had ever felt during a therapy session. Brittany looked like she was about to cry but when she felt Santana squeeze her hand she felt a jolt of energy go through her entire body. "Feeling your broken heart really scared me because I had never felt anything like that before while working with a client. I could feel your emotional pain all through my body. I felt like running out of the room myself it was such an overwhelming feeling. I know you must think I'm some kind of a freak. Look, Santana I wanted to meet you for coffee to refund you money and tell you I'm sorry for being unprofessional. I've done so I should go. I really hope you get some relief from you back pain." Brittany got into her bag and took out some money. She laid a ten dollar bill on the table for the coffee and tip.

Brittany stood up to leave and then realized Santana still had her hand on top of her hand. "Brittany, I don't think you are a freak. I don't understand what happened during my therapy session but I do know you aren't the only one who feels a connection. From the moment I met you there's been this connection between us. I felt it yesterday but sitting here with you today I feel it even stronger. It's like I can look into your soul. Like right now I can tell you are sad and it doesn't have anything to do with what happened yesterday. There's something else in your life making you sad."

Brittany jerked her hand away from Santana and stood up. "Look Santana you don't know anything about me or my life."

Brittany walked away from the booth but she wasn't too far away to hear what Santana said next. "Can we get together again?" Santana really wanted to spend more time with Brittany to get to know her.

Brittany stopped walking and turned to look at Santana, "I can't I'm in a relationship."

"Do you feel things with your boyfriend like you feel things with me?" Santana wasn't going to let Brittany off the hook that easy.

Brittany didn't hesitate when she answered. "No, I don't feel things with my girlfriend like I feel things with you." Brittany walked away from the booth until she walked out of the coffee shop.

Santana sat there knowing one thing she needed to see Brittany again. The fact that she just learned Brittany had a girlfriend made things more interesting but Santana truly wanted to see Brittany again to spend time with her getting to know her. The server brought Santana the bill and she paid for with her own money putting Brittany's ten dollar bill in her pocket. As she got up from the booth an intense, sharp pain shot through her lower back. Even though she hated to admit it but her back had felt better yesterday after her therapy sessions with Brittany. Maybe it was time to schedule another appointment.