All day Sunday, Brittany hadn't contacted Santana in any way, and Santana didn't contact her either. They both just let the day pass waiting for the next day to arrive. Even though Santana was dreading to go to school the next day because she knew she would be around Brittany for most of the day. Whereas Brittany couldn't wait because she knew she would see Santana and that she would at least have to talk to her, and hopefully sort out their differences they had.

It was Monday morning and Brittany had arrived at school walking through the main doors into the hallways, by herself. Brittany knew Santana still wasn't speaking to her because normally she would be waiting next to the main entrance doors, leaning against the brick wall in her very hot cheerio's uniform waiting for the blonde each morning. But today, she wasn't there. Brittany carried on as normal walking to her locker and retrieving her books from inside. She stood there for a few moments waiting to see if Santana would come to her locker, but there was no sign. The bell rang so Brittany trailed off to her first class.

It was end of first class and Brittany hadn't stop thinking about Santana. Why was she off? Was it because she was avoiding her? Or maybe she is just ill. After all her mom did say she wasn't feeling very well on Saturday. Brittany walked to her locker and inserted her books. She looked to the side and she seen a picture of her and Santana stuck on the door. It was when they were at Cheerio's practice one day. They looked so happy together, but now everything has changed. She pulled out her phone from her bag and wondered if she should call Santana. But Brittany decided against because she knew that she may not be talking to her still and might not answer it. Plus it may look like Brittany is desperate to talk to her. Oh wait she is. She wants to make everything right. Back to the way things were, where everything was normal and fun, with no problems.

A full school day had passed and Brittany had got home and went straight up to her room, locking her door behind her. She wanted to be alone, even though she had been alone all day. Brittany heard a knock on her bedroom door. It was her mother.

"Are you ok in there sweetie?"

"Yeah mom am fine. I-I'm just a little tired from school that's all."

"Well ok then just shout of me if you need anything." Her mother said smiling not realizing that Brittany couldn't see her since there was a big wooden door in-between them.

"I will. I will be down shortly. I'm just gunna rest my eyes for a bit." Brittany began to shut her eyes until she heard a vibrating noise coming from her dresser. She felt like ignoring it but she thought it might be important. Brittany heaved her exhausted body from her bed and walked over to her dresser and picked up her phone realizing who the text message was from. She was right, it was important. She had received a text message from Santana.

Come to mine now!

With no hesitation about the text message she had received Brittany grabbed her jacket of her chair and headed downstairs.

"Where are you going? I thought you were resting your eyes." Her mother said noticing her daughter placing on her shoes.

"Santana texted me asking to go over I haven't seen her today, and I could do with some fresh air as well."

"Ok, just don't be home too late I want you back by half ten no later it's a school night."

"Ok mom, I will be back by then. I promise." I stood staring at my mother giving her a warm smile and she gladly gave me one in return. "See you later."

"Bye sweetie." These were the last words that Brittany heard before leaving her home and heading to Santana's.

On the way there Brittany was wondering what Santana was going to say her, wondering if she was going to be really mad. Normally when Santana was mad she would beat the person up she was mad with. But Brittany remembered what Santana said to her that night…

` Britt you know me. I would never ever hurt you. You are way too special to me for me to even ever think about hurting you. `

It was true Brittany did know her, and she knew that Santana would never hurt her but since that night she didn't know what to believe anymore, because everything may have changed between them. Brittany didn't want to think about what Santana might do to her, it just made her more worried.

Santana was standing in her bedroom looking into her mirror staring at herself. Only this time she wasn't eyeing herself up. Well she was in a way but only to look at herself and to wonder what Brittany had seen in her to have all those feelings for her. Santana didn't understand. She muttered to herself, "I'm a complete bitch. Why would she even look at me like that?" Then Santana realized that it was because Brittany was her best friend, she knew everything about Santana and she especially knew that she wasn't always a bitch. She knew Santana had a kind sweet side to her when she was with Brittany alone. "I can do this. I can do this. I just have to tell her this straight", she whispered in the silent air, still looking at herself in the mirror. "Why am I scared to do this? I'm Santana Lopez, I don't get scared." But Santana also knew that she wasn't afraid to leave her bitchiness behind some days and show that bitches can be scared of things as well, they don't have to be complete bitches every second of the day. They were allowed to be scared too.

Santana heard a knock at her door. Her eyes widened at her head turned to her closed bedroom door. She knew who it was. She turned to the mirror and looked at her self and took in a deep breath and released it slowly, and headed to her bedroom door and downstairs.

Brittany was waiting nervously on Santana's porch waiting for someone to answer the door. She also took in a deep Breath but released hers fast.

Brittany seen the handle of Santana's front door slowly push down and slowly open. She saw the Latina standing there and bowed her head. Neither of them made eye contact with each other and stood there in silence. Santana decided to break the silence. After all it was her that asked Brittany to come round.

Santana lifted her head and stared at Brittany, but Brittany still had her head down not daring to make eye contact. "Hey." That was all Santana could manage to think of saying in such an awkward moment.

Brittany lifted her head locking eyes with Santana and slowly brought out a smile. "Hey." Brittany just stared at Santana for a few more seconds before the brunette shifted her eyes to the floor.

"Do you wanna come in?" Santana moved to the side leaving Brittany space to shift herself in through the door.

"Yeah thanks." Brittany smiled at Santana whilst she squeezed through the space Santana had given her to let her access her home. Santana still didn't make eye contact with the blonde.

"So look, my parents aren't home so we will have some privacy to talk about you know… what happened the other night."

"Ok." Brittany started walking into Santana's living room and placed herself on her couch. Santana slowly followed after her but she walked over to the other side of the room and stood leaning against the wall. There was more silence.

"I'm sorry San." Brittany blurted out with tears rolling down her cheeks. "I truly am sorry about the, you know. Kiss." Brittany put her head down in shame when she mentioned that word.

"Britt -."

"No San this is my entire fault I shouldn't have done it. And I know you are really mad and I deserve whatever you're going to do me, but when you beat me up could you please try not to hit my n-."

"Britt", Santana interrupted. "I'm not mad at you anymore." Brittany lifted her head and met eyes with Santana's. "Well to be honest, I was never really that mad at you. Just a little annoyed but mainly upset. And I have told you this before I would never hurt you no matter how mad I was at you. I mean who would ever hurt you, you're way too adorable." Santana smiled at Brittany. "As a matter of fact, I invited you around to tell you that I forgive you for your actions. I mean look at me I'm fucking hot as. Who wouldn't wanna kiss me? And I would really like for us to be friends again I missed you Britt Britt." Santana let out a smile.

"Really?" Brittany asked.

"Yes Britt, Really."

Brittany leaped up and slung her arms around Santana and gave her a huge hug to show her how much she appreciated this second chance. "Thank you S, you're the best. And I really missed you too." Brittany stepped away from Santana. "I really am sorry San. I will never do anything like that again to you. It's not worth the risk of losing you again." Santana pulled Brittany back in for a hug, but she held her tighter this time.

"Britt its ok", she smiled, finally releasing the tall blonde. "Anyways it wasn't that bad I quite liked it actually."

Brittany's eyes widened. She wondered if she had heard her correctly, but she did. Santana just said that she liked the kiss that they shared. "What? Really?"

"Yeah." She looked down again and lost her smile. "Britt there's something I need to tell you." Santana was looking scared and her voice was shaky.

"What is it S?" Brittany was confused she thought they had sorted everything out.

"How can I put this for you. Well it's about what happened that night."

"What is it?" Brittany nodded for her to continue.

"Well when I came home, I went to bed and I did a lot of thinking. I did a lot of thinking about what happened. And what happened was, that I thought about how other people had kissed me, and it didn't come as close to being as nice as yours. I liked the kiss and how it felt nice and as if it was supposed to happen. Like I was supposed to enjoy it or something. Do you get what I'm saying here?"

Brittany looked at her friend confused in what she was saying. "No not really."

Santana took in a deep breath and just let it out. "I like you Brittany. That's what I'm trying to say, as in I really like you. I don't know why because I know I'm straight and that I'm into guys. Well at least I think I am, but I don't want to be with you or anything. I don't want a relationship with a girl. And because I have said this I think that nothing should ever happen like that again between us, because I will become more confused. And will probably not be able to cope with it as good as this time." Santana felt relieved to get it off her chest.

"Oh San I'm sorry for doing this to you."

"It's ok B I have already told you how I feel about what happened. So do you wanna watch some TV with me?" Santana asked changing the subject.

"Yeah I would like that. But San I have to be back home for half ten ok?"

"Yeah Britt, that's fine." Santana walked to the couch and picked up the TV remote and sat down beside Brittany. They flicked through the channels until they found something that they would both watch. Brittany Moved a little closer to Santana resting her head on the brunette's shoulder.

"This isn't weird for you S, is it?"

"No it's fine." Santana held out her pinkie that had been feeling very lonely lately . Brittany stared at it and took it in her own with some forcing grip. Never wanting to let it go again. They both just smiled continuing to watch the programme they were watching.

"B?"

"Hmmm", Brittany replied.

"How did you know?" Santana knew that Brittany would understand this question.

"I always new."