Santana turned her keys in the keyhole, and the door opened to reveal her small apartment. It was not exactly what you wish for, but, under the given circumstances, it was everything she could afford. She placed the jingly keys in a bowl near the door, which she closed with her left foot. When she left her shoes in the hall with a swift motion, she made her way into her kitchen. Her purse landed in the corner of the countertop and she poured herself a glass of water. She thought back to her day with Brittany. It was probably the best day that she had in a long time. She felt like she had known Brittany for years now, even if they know practically nothing about each other. But it didn't matter, because she would see her again eventually. She just got her phone number, so she could easily text her right now… No, that would seem too desperate. Santana would text her on Saturday before the wedding. Yes, that was a better idea; only two more days to go. She began figuring out the best way to start the text message when she heard her phone ringing in her purse.

Maybe it was Brittany who was calling her now? Maybe she wanted to hear her voice, too? Santana had never found her phone so fast in the mess, which was always evident in her purse. But she had gotten her hopes up too soon when she saw the toothy grin of her boss on her screen: Rachel fucking Berry.

"Yes?" Santana answered, annoyance lacing her voice.

"Oh Santana, I'm glad to catch you. Despite your early leave of work this morning, I really need some extra help. I hope you spent a nice day and you found the things that you were looking for, but everything is going crazy here." Santana rolled her eyes at her boss. She was just so damn annoying. She sounded as if she just ran the New York marathon in less than two and a half hours. "I really need your help, Santana," she said pleadingly. Her breath sounded uneven. Santana smiled to herself. It was good to hear that she was needed, even if she only started at Berry's estate agency a few months ago and had to arrange Rachel's appointments up to now. She took the day off today to get away from her almost unbearable boss…okay, and needed time to search for a dress, but that was mostly a positive side effect.

"How can I help you, Berry?" she asked Rachel sarcastically. She loved to mock her boss. They were in Glee Club together in high school and they never had been the best of friends. At the end of college Santana wrote an application for Rachel's firm – she was kind of drunk when she sent it away, so... She was even more shocked when she found out that Rachel actually wanted to hire her. It wasn't Santana's lifelong dream to work for Berry, but she always told herself that she had no other choice anyway.

"The girl that I assigned your usual work to today proved to be incapable of getting the right order of my many appointments and now everything is in disarrangement. I don't want my agency to get at bad reputation because of this one girl," she really sounded desperate and the girl, Sarah, that she hired for today was in fact dumb as shit.

"Okay. Listen to me Rachel. What time is it right now?" Santana wanted to bring back something of Rachel's sanity.

"It's 4:50 PM," she said with a loud sigh.

Santana was trying to think of the appointments that she had scheduled for her today. "Did you meet the Millers yet?"

"No, I haven't…Oh my God, Santana… Does that mean that I skipped an important meeting? I cannot simply forget appointments, Santana. What am I supposed to do now? I will lose the firm. My dads will be so disappointed in me…" Santana could hear a sob ringing through her phone. Rachel will be about to pass out any moment, so she had to think…quickly.

"Rachel…" There was no answer. "Rachel, listen," still nothing but sobbing on the other line. Santana glanced over to the clock in the living room. "You got exactly nine and a half minutes to get to Collins Avenue, you hear me. It's not bad to arrive a little bit later than the clients, okay? It makes you look busy and busy-looking estate agents are always good. So wipe the smeared mascara off of your face and show them your best fake smile and their hopefully new home. The keys are in the right, first drawer in my desk, alright?" Santana waited a moment till Rachel's small voice sounded through the phone.

"Alright," she said. Santana sighed in relief.

"I will be there in about fifteen minutes and try to fix the mess, that Sarah made and then I will send you your next appointment." She was just about to end the call when she heard a quiet, but grateful Thanks at the other end of the line. Santana smiled and could already hear Rachel running down the hall towards her desk to search for the right key. "Yeah yeah, Berry. You definitely owe me something after today." She added with a chuckle and shut down her phone, before Rachel could reply.

*B*S*

When Santana finally arranged the mess that the soon to be fired co-worker made, she remembered her phone call with Mercedes. She told her she would call her back when she was home. That was two hours ago and Santana was pretty sure that her best friend would be pissed about that. She grabbed her phone and dialed the familiar number. She squeezed it between her left ear and shoulder as she put some pens back to their correct places.

"San, what took you so long?" Mercedes sounded mad. "I waited for your call for two hours."

"I'm really sorry. Rachel needed me in the agency."

"But it's your day off, San." Was she her babysitter or what?

"I know that, silly. It was an emergency. But now Rachel owes me something…" Santana had a mischievous grin on her while she twirled her index finger around the strap of her sweater.

She could her hear friend smile. "It's your life, San. You can do whatever you want." She said with a huff. "But now back to the girl from earlier. I didn't forget. So what happened at the mall? Any wedding plans yet?"

"No, unfortunately not." Santana replied shaking her head slightly at her friend. "But everything is possible, right?"

"Yes it is. So what's her name?" Mercedes asked, intrigued. Santana smiled to herself as pictures of the beautiful blonde invaded her mind once again.

"Her name is Brittany…"

*B*S*

The day of the wedding came sooner than Brittany expected because her two different jobs caused the time fly by. She stepped out of the youth center around midday. The sun was heating up the asphalt and the stuffy air made it harder for her to breathe properly. She quickly made her way to her car, did some grocery shopping and finally arrived at home. After eating a light salad – because she would be enjoying the huge wedding buffet early enough – she ran herself a relaxing bath. Before she could strip off her dance clothes, her phone rang in the kitchen.

"Hello?" Brittany answered it in a friendly tone.

"Hey, Britt," a familiar voice greeted her. "Are you home yet?" Isabella asked.

"Yeah, I just ate some salad and I'm about to get ready right now." Brittany made her way back to the bathroom to turn off the faucet. "How are you doing? Are you nervous?"

"No…surprisingly I'm not, it could be worse I guess." Isabella was never the person who freaked out on the outside, but Brittany knew her too well to be aware of her best friend's inner struggles.

"You say that now," Brittany laughed. "You always freak out when it is about to start, but I know that everything will be fine."

"Of course it will be fine. I just wanted to call to say that we are meeting up at my house around 2:15. Then we'll have enough time to be at church around three," she informed her best friend.

"Alright, I will be there." Brittany was now fully aware that she hadn't been the maid of honor that she was supposed to be. She thought about the last months of planning Isabella's big day. "Isabella?" she asked shyly.

"Mmm," Isabella replied puzzled.

"I want to apologize." There was no respond at the end of line, so Brittany continued, "I'm really sorry that I wasn't a good friend the last months. When you made me your maid of honor, I was so happy and I wanted to make everything perfect. But now I don't even know important details about your wedding, you know? I have no idea when the guests will arrive or the buffet will be served. I only know that I'm supposed to hold your bouquet during the ceremony and I feel like I had been useless for you for the last weeks. I'm really sorry about…" Brittany didn't realize that she was rambling until Isabella interrupted her little speech.

"Hey, Brittany, listen." Brittany tried to calm her breathing and to suppress her guilty conscious. "I'm not mad at you, I promise. I knew before I asked you, that you have so much work to do. But I wanted you as my maid of honor anyways. And you helped in finding the perfect dress when the others couldn't. And I don't care that you couldn't help me as much as Quinn, Lucy and Dana could, so don't be mad at yourself, okay?"

Brittany knew that Isabella meant what she just said, but not even that could make her feel better. "Okay," she lied. She was mad at herself, but she now had to suppress her feelings and be there for her the best she could; at least for today. "So I'm gonna see you in two hours then…and don't start freaking out before I arrive." Isabella giggled at the other end of the line.

"I promise I won't, Brittany. See you later."

"Bye." She ended the call and put her phone on the small shelf by her tub. When she picked some towels out off the cabinet next to the sink, she put them on the rack on the wall and stepped into the hot water. Her sore muscles were quickly embraced by the warm liquid and Brittany lowered herself completely into the bath tub.

She lay there for a while and let the water engulf her body. She would do this every day if she had the time for it. She allowed her mind to wander and thought about last week's events. Monday and Tuesday had felt like hell on earth. The guests at the club were more drunk and invasive than ever. She had to settle a dispute at least four times; one time the police actually had to come, because everything was getting out of control. She was pretty used to shouting and fighting guests, but these two days especially had been nervewrecking for her. Luckily Wednesday went by without special incidents.

Since Isabella asked her to be her maid of honor, she had procrastinated shopping. And every time she tried to search for a dress, she was too busy finding different stuff like a new shaver or a new flower vase. She knew that she had to find a dress quickly. She didn't even have special requirements from Isabella's side; she could pick anything she wanted, but not one piece of fabric seemed right her to her. When Thursday rolled along, she finally decided to stay at that shopping mall for as long as she needed. Brittany thought about that particular day with a huge smile on her face. That had been the day she met Santana. This breathtakingly beautiful woman that she had mistaken for the sales lady. This probably wasn't the first moment she was embarrassed, but this was the first time she wanted to hide in shame. At first Brittany couldn't form an actual sentence in the presence of the brunette. Throughout the day it seemed like both were enjoying the little teasing. Whether in the dressing room or at the cafe, both of them were aware of the tension between them. At least it was what Brittany wished. Maybe she could text her right now. She had enough time till she was supposed to meet the girls, so why not try to reduce the time?

Brittany lifted her upper body up at bit, till she could dry her hands on the towel over her head. She grabbed her phone and searched for Santana's number. After formulating a friendly text, she hit Send.

*B*S*

Santana was sitting at her kitchen table for about ten minutes now, her phone in her left hand. She was desperately searching for a cute text she could send to Brittany. It felt like her brain was empty and she forgot all her flirting skills by now.

Her head snapped up and she nearly threw her phone against the fridge, when she felt it vibrating in her hand. When she saw Brittany's name on the screen, a big smile formed on her face. She couldn't understand how the blonde did that. One second she was thinking about her and the other second she had sent her a message.

B: Hey San. What's up? :)

Even this little question caused a tickling sensation in her body. Or maybe it was the awareness that Brittany was thinking about her right now, too. She was a bit mad at herself that she didn't come up with such an easy question herself, but quickly responded anyway.

S: Not much, just came back from work :-) You?

B: Just came home from my dance lesson, too. I was wondering if you still want to watch sometime.

Santana smiled to herself. She promised it and she was looking forward seeing her again in the near future, the sooner the better.

S: Of course I'm still coming :-) I don't break my promises. On which days do you give dance lessons?

B: Thursday and Saturday. But you can choose when you want to come.

*B*S*

Brittany was already wrapped up into her towel and made her way to her bedroom to find the dress they brought together, her phone always in reach in case Santana replied. As she laid it at her bed, it made a beeping sound and Santana's name appeared on the screen. She quickly opened it, forgetting about the goose bumps that were slowly forming on her skin.

S: How about next Thursday?

Thursday was perfect because it would be a surprise for the kids when they would see their guest. And of course Brittany was twice as nervous, because, one, she will finally see Santana again, and, two, she didn't want the kids to embarrass her. She stepped into her bathrobe and started drying her hair with the hair-dryer after she answered.

B: Yep. Perfect :)

S: Cool. Looking forward to see you dance ;-)

Brittany's was pretty sure that her heart beat just increased and that her cheeks now had a tint of red. What was a single winking smiley doing to her?

B: And I'm looking forward seeing you again…

Brittany added the three periods for good measure. Yes, maybe she wanted to make clear that she was also interested in her. She didn't even know if Santana was interested, but the smiley just heightened the changes.

S: Me too :-) So I will quickly take a shower. Do you have plans for tonight, too?

Was she trying to kill her before Thursday? Now she pictured Santana in a shower, completely naked of course. The really inappropriate thought made her blush even more. She was sure she had to change her undergarments before she would leave. But she replied nonetheless and finished her side ponytail carefully. She didn't have much time left.

B: Yeah, I have. I should probably go get changed. I'm already late.

S: Sorry for keeping you :-)

Brittany laughed and answered back quickly because she didn't want to leave Santana with her wrong assumptions.

B: Nooo, you didn't keep me, San.

S: Good :-D Then I will see you next Thursday. I'll probably text you sooner to ask for the address. Have a great evening, Britt. xx

Brittany probably sat there grinning like an idiot right now, but Santana's words always seemed so perfectly chosen and honest. At least Brittany hoped so… She didn't want this conversation to end and only answered reluctantly.

B: You too, San. Have fun. xoxo

How much she would do to see Santana her right now…

A/N: Sorry for the long wait. I hope you still want to read my story. ;) Let me know what you think about this chapter. Have a great night/day.