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Santana kept rocking Brittany back and forth. Her hand stroking over the blonde's back, mumbling consoling words. Brittany on the other hand was still crying her eyes out. Her breathing was heavy because of the crying and she hiccupped a couple of times.

Santana's red sweater was all wet from her tears but she didn't care about that. Sam did not only cheat on her but the other girl, the tramp, was pregnant.

Somewhere, some girl was carrying Sam's baby. A baby that Brittany always wanted after they finally got married. A blond fellow or gal who would run endlessly in the yard, playing with a ball or the dog that Brittany always wanted. But that child wasn't hers.

It belonged to Sam, but somewhere, he messed up and now all her dreams were dashed and the baby belonged to a faceless girl.

Brittany wanted to be mad at the girl. She had destroyed everything, right? But maybe she didn't know that Sam was engaged and she was pregnant now. She had to raise that baby now, all alone. Or was Sam going to play the father of that child? She felt sick to her stomach. Some random girl was getting everything that Brittany ever desired and she probably didn't even want it. That faceless girl was probably scared out of her mind.

She felt the consoling hands of Santana on her back and she heard the brunette mumble something. But her crying masked whatever she was saying. Somehow the both of ended up on the bed, Brittany on top of Santana's chest. She could feel Santana's heart beat, and her chest rose up with every breath. She was now stroking the blonde's hair and sometimes she would stroke her forehead. Brittany's arm lay over Santana's stomach.

'Do you like – um – want to talk about it?'

Santana's mumbled while she kept stroking the girl's hair. Brittany shook her hand slightly no, without really lifting up her head of Santana's stomach.

'Can we maybe, just lie here for a little longer?'

'Whatever you want, Britt.'

And so they lay in silence for, what seemed like hours, Brittany in Santana's arms and she fell into a quiet slumber.

Brittany woke up and immediately noticed the lack of the warmth of the other girl. Santana wasn't there anymore.

'Santana?'

Brittany tried, but nobody answered. Where was she? And what time is it? Brittany glanced at her phone, it was 6:45, and she had three texts. Two of Sam, one asking where she was, which he sent at 5 o'clock and then one long text:

Brittany, I'm so sorry. I will never be able to apologize for this. I just want you to know that I'm sorry.

She dragged across the message and deleted it. The third text was from Quinn.

Hey Britt. How is everything going? Call me?

She should really call Quinn sometime. She missed the girl, and frankly she knew the whole situation so at least she would understand. She made a mental note to herself to call her when she felt slightly better. If she would call now, she'd be in tears pretty soon.

She suddenly heard a light knock on the door. Santana entered in the room holding a big plate with what seems to be food.

'Oh, you're up. Have you been awake for long?'

Brittany shook her head.

'Good, I figured that you need to eat something but you didn't seem to want to leave the room, so I brought dinner here.'

Santana beamed at her. That was so sweet of her. She really didn't want to eat something but now she was almost obligated since Santana did all that effort.

'Thanks.'

Santana set the plate down on the bed and sat next to Brittany.

'You're welcome. I didn't really know what you liked so I brought a lot. A pizza, some spaghetti, a Caesar salad, some cold chicken, some macaroni and some dessert. And of course who could forget, wine.'

Santana gave the girl a wink.

'I'll probably have to go grocery shopping tomorrow before your mom sees that pretty much all the food is gone out of the fridge, but I'm sure it'll be worth it.'

Santana was still smiling at her, but in her eyes were all questions. What did Sam say? What did he do? Brittany wanted to give her the answers, but she didn't want to talk about it now.

'Thanks, San. That's really nice.'

Santana's eyebrows rose when she heard Brittany's nickname for her.

'San huh?'

'Yeah, Santana is just too long you know. It's too many syllables to say the whole time.'

'Oh, is that so?'

'Yes. So San it is.'

'If you really insist. But if you call me San, then I have every right to call you Britt or even Britt-Britt.'

Santana winked again. Brittany flushed. Was Santana flirting with her? Brittany didn't know. The girl was always so flirty. Maybe it was just her characteristics. Secretly Brittany hoped it was only reserved for her, but that felt unrealistic. Santana handed her a big glass of red wine in her hands and she immediately took a big gulp. Alcohol at small doses always-calmed Brittany down and she could really use that now.

'What do you want first, Brit?'

'Pizza for sure.' Santana took a piece of pizza and handed it to her.

'Pizza it is.' Brittany started eating.

'So since I don't know what your favorite food is, I think we should get to know each other a little better right?'

Brittany swallowed down her pizza Hawaii, which was ironic because they were at the actual Hawaii.

'Sounds good.'

'Let's play twenty questions, okay?'

Brittany nodded. She was happy that Santana did such an effort to distract Brittany from the whole Sam situation.

'You can start.'

Santana put down her piece of pizza.

'Okay, your favorite food.' Brittany laughed.

'Real original. It's a tough choice, but I'll have to go with Dots.'

Santana raised her eyebrows.

'That's not real food, Brittany.'

Brittany shushed the other girl.

'Shh, Santana not so loud. They might hear you.'

Santana rolled her eyes, but she did laugh a little.

'Okay, Dots it is.'

'What's yours?'

'Sushi. I love sushi. I could seriously eat it every day.'

Brittany had a disgusted look on her face.

'What? You don't like sushi?'

'It's fish. Like raw fish. I don't get how anybody can like it.'

Santana raised her eyebrows.

'Have you even eaten it already?'

'No, but that's irrelevant.'

'That's it. I'm totally going to let you eat sushi, and then you'll love it.'

'Don't hold your breath.'

Santana had a small smirk on her face.

'So, my next question. Where did you grew up?'

'I grew up in Chicago actually. I lived there my whole life. Never really thought about leaving. What about you?'

'I lived in Lima, Ohio.'

'Lima?'

'Yeah, I hated it there. Moved out right after high school and I have never looked back ever since. Even going back there for holidays sucks.'

Santana looked embarrassed down at the plate of food, and again Brittany felt like she was hiding something. The same feeling she felt in the plane and here it was again. Like something awful happened to her. So awful that she couldn't even talk about it. Santana took a big gulp from her glass of red wine. She swallowed hard and reached for the bottle to refill both of their glasses. Brittany's glass was also half-empty and so was Santana. At this rate, they were going to be tipsy very fast.

'Okay, next question is up to you to ask.'

Santana said after she refilled both of their glasses.

'Do you have any hobbies?' Brittany asked curiously.

'I like to go jogging sometimes and I play the piano.'

'You play the piano? That's so cool.'

'Yeah, I've always loved music and when I was a kid I begged my parents until they let me take piano lessons. I took them eight years and then I quit when I went to college. What about you?'

'I dance.'

Santana's eyes widened. 'You dance?'

'Yes, I dance.'

'Like ballet or?'

'I did ballet but I also dance hip-hop and jazz.'

'Wow, you must be pretty awesome then, if you spend so much time doing it.'

'I just love it so much. I've been dancing ever since I was a little kid and never stopped.'

'Do you still take classes now?'

'Yeah, I do. Every Saturday.'

'I can see that.'

Santana smirked as her eyes slid over Brittany's body. Brittany's breath hitched. Was the girl just checking her out?

'What?' Brittany stuttered out. '

Just that you have a killer body and totally dancer legs. I bet you can do really good stuff with those legs.'

Brittany gulped. Did Santana just say something that sexual on purpose? At least, it sounded sexual to her. Santana was still smirking as Brittany blushed.

'Over to the next question. Shoot.'

'What's your job?'

'I'm an architect.'

'Wow, that's really cool. Have you build a lot of houses?'

'I've only just started out a year ago, but so far I did three.'

'That's awesome.'

'So, do you do something else besides this?'

Brittany pointed her finger between the two of them, indicating what Santana was doing here.

'I wish I didn't but I don't have enough costumers. I work at my uncle's office part time.'

'What does he do?'

'He has a consultancy firm. I don't actually know a lot about consultancy, but I still work there. I'm an assistant to all the big guys.'

Santana had a disgust look on her face, indicating that she did not like it at all.

'Do you like it?' Santana's head shook quickly no.

'Hell no. I hate it there. Being the slave of some perverted old men, no thank you.'

Brittany saw that Santana was getting angry so she decided to change the subject.

'Some more wine?'

At that time, she felt the alcohol rise to her head, but she liked it. Both their glasses were empty again and she reached for the bottle. She first filled Santana's glass and then emptied the bottle in her own glass. Was the bottle really already empty? Brittany stared at it for a while and then just shrugged. What does it really matter?

'Oh, is the bottle already empty? That's sucks. So, it's your turn to ask me a question, Britt-Britt.'

They both took big gulps from their glasses before Brittany asked her next question.

'Were you, like popular in high school?'

Brittany couldn't think of a good question, and she actually really want to know. Santana seemed like the girl who would be super popular, but whenever she talked about home or high school, she didn't seem to like her time back then.

'Oh yeah, I totally was. I was head cheerleader with Quinn, so I ruled the school.'

'You were a cheerleader.'

'Yup, sure was.'

'I bet you were totally hot in a cheerleader's outfit.'

Brittany winked, shamelessly flirting with her. If she did it to her, she might as well do it back. The alcohol level in her blood probably had something to do with it, because if she was sober, she would probably have stuttered and not get a single word out with the thought of Santana being in a cheerleader's outfit. She has seen her legs, and combining her legs with such a short skirt was something that Brittany sure didn't mind to witness. Santana flushed for a moment, but then smirked again.

'Oh, don't you worry. I was. Were you popular?'

'I guess. I didn't really care so much about stuff like that.'

They kept playing the game for some time and they were both tipsy from the wine. Pretty soon, they changed the game into truth and dare. And the questions became riskier and riskier. It was Santana's turn.

'What's the best pick up line you ever heard or used yourself?'

Brittany laughed.

'I've never used pick up lines myself but this one time, a guy came up to me and said: "The word of the day is legs. Let's go back to my place and spread the word."'

Santana stared at Brittany for a second and then started laughing hysterically.

'Oh my God. That one is perfect. I need to use it some time.'

'What is your best pick up line?' Santana had again that slight smirk on her face and Brittany just knew that her pick-up line would be dirty as hell.

'Stay here while I go strap something on.' Brittany's mouth literally fell open.

Her cheeks turned red. Warmth spread across her body and ended in the pit of her stomach as she imagined Santana, wearing, well that. She took her glass of wine, just to distract Santana from staring at her blushing and flustered face. It worked and Santana took a sip too.

'I've got a dare for you. I dare you to eat three pieces of pizza in thirty seconds.'

Brittany was happy that the subject had changed, because she was getting turned on, and that was not what she wanted right now. Alcohol had always been an extremely good aphrodisiac for her, and tonight wasn't a change. Her dry spell and Santana who keeps making those sexual comments aren't exactly helping either.

'That's now even a challenge.'

Brittany grabbed the three remaining pieces of pizza.

'Wait, I'll set a timer for thirty seconds. Okay, three, two, one, go.'

Brittany pushed with her left hand the first piece in her mouth and she started chewing like crazy. She swallowed and brought the second piece to her mouth and soon the third one followed.

'Five seconds left.' Santana said between her laughter. The blonde was at the final piece that was now mushed inside her mouth. Santana started counting down loud while she was cheering for Brittany.

'Three, two, one. Time's up, open up Britt.' She downed the rest of the pizza and opened her mouth. 'All done.' She had a goofy smile on her face because she had won.

'Well done. But you do have a little tomato sauce on the corner of your mouth.'

Brittany started to wipe her mouth but Santana stopped her.

'I'll get it.'

Santana sensually gave her thumb a short lick and Brittany's breath hitched. She scooted over to the blonde. Her thumb inching closer and closer to Brittany's face, she took a deep breath until Santana's thumb touched soft on the corner of her lips. She kept her thumb there, softly grazing to wipe the tomato sauce away. Brittany was staring at the thumb as she held in her breath, scared that if she would breath out, Santana would stop. Santana finally tore away her thumb, but not before she grazed the rest of Brittany's lips. A shudder ran across her spine as Santana licked the tomato sauce of her thumb. She breathed out huff and she was pretty sure her mouth was hanging open. That awful and at the same time perfect smirk was present again. She gulped again but luckily Santana just started talking afterwards.

'You can choose the next dare, or truth.'

Brittany decided to tease Santana back. She wanted to get the girl to get flushed just as much as she had done just a few seconds ago.

'I dare you to give me a hickey.'

'Wait, what?'

Santana choked on the macaroni piece she just shoved into her mouth.

'You heard me. I dare you to give me a hickey. It would make Sam really jealous if he sees it.'

Santana, just as Brittany expected, flushed. But regained her confidence and scooted over to Brittany. The blonde felt nervous, why had she suggested this? She was already turned on as it is, and now this? The dare had just rolled off her tongue and before she knew it, Santana gave her a small shove down on the bed. Her head plopped down on the pillow and her breath hitched when she saw that the brunette was inching closer. Santana licked her lips and Brittany could only stare it them in awe.

'Are you sure?' Santana asked, as she was only mere inches away from her face.

'Yeah'

She managed to get out. She really couldn't back out now.

'Okay.'

Santana mumbled as she licked her lips again. Brittany turned her face to give Santana room to her neck. Santana's soft hands pushed the blonde's t-shirt a little aside to grant her access. Her breath on Brittany's neck was intoxicating. Finally she felt Santana's plumb lips on her once again, and she gasped. She felt Santana suck a little and gave her the love mark. Brittany tried to breath as Santana's lips were on her, but it seemed an impossible task. After a couple of seconds Santana let go and let her finger wandered over the mark that was turning red. Her hand kept trailing over the mark. Her fingers were lowering and slightly grazing her collarbone. Brittany's eyes met Santana's, who were even a shade darker brown than normal. The eye contact was intense until Brittany let her eyes wander to Santana's lips, and her gaze also fell onto the blonde's lips. The breath of the brunette on her lips made Brittany shudder as she unconsciously licked her lips. Santana seemed like she would lean in and place her lips on Brittany's once again, but she suddenly jumped upright.

'We should go to sleep. It's getting late.'

Brittany, who lay on the bed flustered, confused but mostly turned on, nodded as she saw Santana leaving in the bathroom. She let out a breath she didn't even realize she was holding. She changed into her pajamas and stepped into the bed. After a couple of minutes, Santana reentered the room again and slipped into the bed next to her.

'Goodnight.'

'Goodnight.'

And with that, Brittany fell into a restless sleep.