The walk to the train station was filled with a comfortable silence. At least, it was as comfortable as it could possibly be with the millions of thoughts running through Santana's head. It was as if every step they took away from the distractions of the party caused her thoughts to shift more towards the blonde walking next to her.

She was also hyperaware of Brittany's presence beside her. Every time their shoulders bumped or their hands grazed, her heart would give a reaction that was somewhere between jumping out of her chest and stopping completely.

Thankfully, they had timed their exit from the party at just the right time to be able to board their train as soon as they had reached the platform. The number of passengers inside the car was fairly sparse, with a few people sitting here and there. Santana quickly gestured towards a couple of seats with no one around them and looked to Brittany for a sign of agreement. After receiving the go-ahead, she led the blonde over so that they could sit and wait for the trait to leave the station.

Once seated, Santana couldn't help but notice how close they were to one another with their upper arms pressed firmly together. The brunette's heart palpitations returned with full force at this realization, and she began doing anything in her power to distract herself from her own self-awareness. Unfortunately, that led to start thinking about the newly engaged couple she had met that evening.

Santana had never been one for being in a relationship, not that she didn't want to. It's just that there was always so much going on in her life, and she hardly had time to go out and meet people, let alone potential love-interests.

After moving off to college, the Latina had decided to trade in her HBIC attitude for a textbook and studied her way through the next several years. By the time it came to graduate and enter the real world, she was thoroughly out of practice as far as dating was concerned, and despite getting where she wanted to be in life, she couldn't help but wonder if she would ever get a chance to find someone to share her success with.

In the short amount of time that she had known the older couple, she had come to admire their relational dynamics. Even while poking fun and making jokes at the other's expense, you could see the abundant amount of love that they had for one another.

These thoughts soon transformed into her considering how she wanted to develop a deeper relationship with the blonde. She wanted to work as hard, if not harder, than Gerald had in order to "get the girl," as he had put it. She wanted to buy Brittany flowers and take her on nice dates and basically make her feel as special as Santana knew she was. She wanted to do it all and then some.

The Latina was suddenly brought out of her thoughts by a weight being placed on her shoulder. Looking down slightly, she found that it had been caused by Brittany's head, which was now comfortably resting in the crook of her neck. She felt her jaw dropped slightly as her eyes began to widen.

The blonde must have felt Santana's body freeze up because without looking, she said, "Sorry, San. I'm just feeling really, really tired all of a sudden. Is it okay if I rest my head here for a bit?"

"Y-yeah, Britt. You're good," Santana stuttered out.

"Thanks, San," the blonde said as she snuggled up a little closer to the Latina to get comfortable.

"N-no problem."

The pair remained like that for the remainder of the trip. The bright side of the current circumstance was the fact that Santana was no longer dwelling on her previous thoughts. In fact, she wasn't capable of thinking of anything other than the weight on her shoulder as she fought to keep perfectly still and not disturb the slumbering blonde.

Once they had made it to their stop, Santana carefuly reached over and gave the girl's thigh a small but firm shake, "Hey, Britt. We made it."

Brittany quickly popped her head up and began looking around to get a bearing on her surroundings. Realizing where they were, she allowed Santana to help her stand up and began to follow the brunette out of the train car. Once they made it to the platform, however, the blonde stopped.

It took a minute for Santana to realize that she was no longer being followed, but when she did, she found the other woman standing in almost the exact spot they had stood on the day they met.

"Hey, San, can you believe that it's already been almost four months since we met right here in this very spot?" the blonde questioned as she looked over to the Latina.

Santana softly shook her head.

It had been a quick but amazing three and a half months since she had met her blonde companion. Santana started to think back to the day they first met and was quickly reminded that she was still not being completely honest with her friend. In that moment, she decided to set things straight and tell Brittany the truth of what really happened that day.

"Britt, I have something to tell you."

The blonde looked up from staring at the spot Santana had stood that day, "What is it, San?"

"I-I was," the Latina quietly cursed under her breath and decided to start over with a different approach. "Do you remember the story you told me about the unicorn and narwhal? How the unicorn threw the paper airplanes?"

Brittany gave her an inquisitive look, "Yeah, of course I do."

Santana gave a sharp nod, "What if I were to tell you that a unicorn wasn't the one to throw them?"

Interested to see where Santana was going with this, Brittany turned her body to full face the other girl, "Okay. Then who did?"

Santana tried to swallow but found her mouth completely dry, "Me."

"You?"

"Yes, it was me," Santana confirmed.

Brittany's face scrunched up even more in confusion, "Why would you throw so many paper airplanes in front of my building?"

"Because I was trying to get your attention," Santana stated. She allowed for a brief pause, but when the blonde made no move to speak, she continued, "I saw you walk into your office the afternoon after we had first seen each other here on the platform, and I don't know. I guess I just had to know you."

"So that thump on my window-"

"-was really just a paper airplane that I had made," the brunette finished for her. Then, she remembered something that she should add, "It was the one with the lip print, to be exact. The one you picked up."

"You mean the one that wouldn't stop hopping back onto my foot?" Brittany tried to clarify.

"Yes, that one. Do you remember how one of my sheets of paper got away from me and blew into your face?" When the other woman gave a small nod, she gave a gesture that hinted that the two pieces of paper were one in the same.

Trying to piece everything together, the blonde asked, "So, the lip mark was really from me?" This earned her a nod from the brunette.

Santana expected for Brittany to be upset with her, but she was met instead with a loud round of laughter from the ad exec, "And here I was thinking that it was a unicorn's magic that was making that paper airplane move. I knew that shade of lip gloss looked familiar."

Santana gave her an inquisitive look, "Wait, you're not mad?"

The blonde stopped and looked back up to the Latina with a serious expression, "What? Of course not, San."

"But I didn't tell you. I mean, I was going to tell you. In fact, I was going to tell you the first day we went out to lunch, but the waiter brought us our tickets and-"

"San, I get it. It's okay. What I'm more curious about is how the paper airplane moved on its own accord. I guess we'll just have to sum it up to us making our own magic until we can think of a better explanation, huh?" the blonde asked, lightly bumping her side into the Latina's.

Santana looked over at the beautiful woman she has gotten to know over the past few months and thought about how cool she was about everything. Most of the people Santana had encountered in her life would have been at least a little upset with her for withholding that kind of information for as long as she had, but not Brittany. That fact was a true testament to just how genuinely forgiving and sincere the blonde really was. She made Santana want to do better; be better. The brunette had never been known as an optimist, but Brittany made her want to believe in good things.

Santana continued to list off everything that she admired about the blonde in her head, and before she could even think to stop her train of thought, she found herself absentmindedly whispering out a quiet, "I love you."

It wasn't until wide blue eyes found hers that she realized what she had done and slapped her hands over her mouth.

"What did you say?" Brittany had a completely shocked expression on her face, which made the sheer panic Santana felt bubbling up in her chest intensify ten-fold. Keeping her hands where they were, she started shaking her head furiously, and the blonde saw nothing but fear in her friend's eyes.

Brittany slowly took a step forward in an attempt to decrease the amount of space that was between them before bringing her hands up to Santana's and giving a gentle tug as a sign to put them down. When Santana complied without meeting her gaze, she firmly told the girl, "Santana, I need you to repeat what you just said."

"I-I didn't mean to. I'm… I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," Santana said, taking a step away from the girl. Once there was a bit more distance between them, she stuttered out, "I-I think I can find my way h-home from here. Good night, Britt. I mean- Shit, I'm sorry. You probably don't want me calling you that anymore. Uh, g-good night, Brittany. Again, I'm sorry."

Spinning around, the brunette began briskly walking away with her head hung low. She wasn't sure she was going, but she was much too focused on doing everything in her power to hold herself together to even care at that point. She couldn't let herself fall apart. Not there. Not in front of Brittany.

"Santana Lopez! Don't just walk away from me!" Brittany yelled out to her, sounding a little frustrated and maybe even a little angry. That was more than enough to stop the Latina in her tracks.

She began to tear up at the thought of losing the blonde. She honestly couldn't imagine life now without her friendship. Unfortunately, there was a fine line between friends and trying for something more, and she had definitely crossed it.

She heard Brittany walking towards her and decided to keep her eyes trained on the ground as she continued to fight a losing battle to maintain her composure. She expected Brittany to start yelling at her and flinched slightly as the blonde brought her hands up towards her.

Brittany froze immediately with her hands awkwardly curled up just in front of her chest before quickly reaching out and throwing her arms around Santana's shoulders, pulling the girl into a tight embrace. "Santana," she said quietly, just barely above a whisper, "I really, really need you to repeat yourself, okay? Can you please do that for me?"

Santana was barely holding herself together at this point. Her body is starting to not cooperate, and she couldn't even bring herself to return the blonde's embrace. Not trusting her mouth, she shook her head 'no' against Brittany's shoulder.

"Please," the woman clinging to her pleaded.

"I-I," Santana was shaking so bad that she could barely keep herself standing. In fact, she was willing to bet that she'd be curled up on the ground by this point if it weren't for the blonde who was practically holding her up. The girl fought through her fear to continue, "I'm sorry, Britt. Please. I-I'm so sorry." That's when she starts sobbing into the girl's shoulder.

"San, don't be sorry. Just repeat what you said."

"I c-can't. I didn't mean-"

"Santana, look at me," Brittany said. When the brunette didn't comply, she repeated herself with a bit of firmness returning to her voice, "Look at me." The Latina did as she was told and sought out the eyes she had come to love over the course of the past few months. As soon as her fearful brown eyes met strong but cool baby blues, she felt herself relax in the girls arms, making Brittany relax in return, "There she is. Now, calm down because I'm going to need you to listen real carefully, okay?"

Santana gave a slight nod.

After giving her a moment, the blonde picked up her hand and placed it on the side of Santana's face as she began to trace over her high cheek bone with her thumb to wipe away a few tears, "I have a confession to make. It's something I probably should have told you a long time ago, but I couldn't find the words to say it until now."

Santana gave her a questioning look.

"I was watching you first, Santana."

The brunette's expression changed into one of confusion, "What do you mean?"

"I was so captivated by you that day at the train station that I couldn't look away. You were so beautiful and business-like in your navy blazer. I honestly couldn't take my eyes off you," the blonde said, gently reaching out to smooth down one of the lapels of Santana's current blazer. The girl took a deep breath and shakily breathed it out, "I don't think I would have ever snapped out of it if that piece of paper hadn't gotten away from me."

"Wait, so…?" Santana started before her voice was lost among the sea of thoughts floating around in her head as she fought to make sense of this new knowledge.

The blonde seemed to know where her statement had been headed, however, and gave a shrug, "I guess that sheet of paper I had to go chase down had finally gotten sick of me just standing there and decided to give me the little push I needed to go stand next to you," she said with a bashful smile. Then, her entire mood shifted to one of frustration, "Everything was going fine until I went and boarded that damn train. It wasn't even the right flipping one!" She paused for a moment to gather her thoughts before continuing, "I must have scolded myself for fifteen minutes after I had boarded that train because I thought I would never see you again and that I had lost my chance."

"Why did you board that train if it wasn't the right one?"

The ad executive heaved a quiet but slightly irritated sigh, "Well, I was about to ask for your name, but I got nervous and ran off into the first train I saw. It wasn't until the train had left the station that I realized that I had not only gotten on the wrong train, but that it was going in the opposite direction of where I needed to go. That's the reason why I ended up walking into work so late that day. Did you never wonder about that?"

Santana shook her head, feeling her body relaxing more and more as she continued to stare into Brittany's eyes.

"Anyways, so I explained that I had accidentally boarded the wrong train, which Chris didn't find too surprising since I have a tendency of getting lost. I immediately got right to work, and about thirty minutes later, I heard a thump on my window and decided to investigate. After looking all around, I decided to take a glance up, and there you were, in the building right across the street. I honestly couldn't believe it."

"Is that why you were so slow to answer my first few written messages?" the brunette asked, remembering how the girl had been almost completely unresponsive at first.

The blonde gave a nod with a shy smile. A minute later, she became a little more playful, but still maintained her shyness, "Since we're all being honest here, I also have another thing I would like to confess."

Santana's eyebrows shot up in surprise.

Without waiting for Santana to tell her to continue, she said, "I didn't really forget my lunch the day we went to get Baja tacos. I just really wanted to have lunch with you... Well, I also really wanted some Baja tacos, but it was mostly because of you."

The girls share a laugh before Santana asked, "Is there anything else you feel you need to get off your chest while we're just standing here on a train platform like a couple of creeps?"

The girl gave a thoughtful pause, "Actually, yeah. There's one more thing. You know how I laid my head on your shoulder earlier because I said I was 'tired?'" the blonde questioned, making air-quotations for the last word she spoke.

"Yeah."

"Well, I might have lied about the being tired part. Until I actually dozed off, that is."

Santana couldn't help but chuckle at Brittany's honesty.

Now that everything was out in the open between them, the women set to figuring out how they would go about getting home. Brittany persistently insisted on walking Santana to her apartment. Santana eventually agreed to the blonde's request, but only after receiving a reluctant promise from Brittany to allow her to pay for a cab to get the blonde home safe.

"Alright, so since that's settled, you ready to go?" the accountant asked after their eight minute bartering session.

The blonde quickly took out her phone and hit the unlock button, effectively lighting up the screen, before relocking it and placing it back in her purse, "Yes, but I have a quick question first, though."

Not being able to think of what could possibly be left to ask, Santana responded, "Yeah, Britt?"

"It's after midnight now, which means it's my turn for 20 Questions, right?"

The Latina smiled, quietly responding, "Yeah, I guess so."

Brittany gave a quick nod as she motioned for the Latina to lead the way. Brittany got started asking questions right away, running through them faster than usual. At one point she even tried to repeat a question that she had asked a couple of weeks before, but when the Latina asked the ad executive why she was rushing through them instead of taking the time to think up other questions, Brittany simply responded, "No reason."

By the time they had reached Santana's apartment complex, a cab had arrived and was waiting to take Brittany to her own apartment.

Santana turned to look at the blonde, "Thank you for walking me home, Britt-Britt."

"Not a problem. Oh, and before I go, question twenty-"

"Go on a date with me!" Santana suddenly yelled out as she was overcome by the rush of courage she had been trying to work up the entire walk home, unintentionally cutting off Brittany in the process.

Brittany quickly threw her head back and looked up at the sky, "Are you kidding me?" Looking back down at a confused brunette, she clarified, "That was totally going to be my last question!"

"Well, I guess that's what you get for trying to be climactic," Santana responded cheekily as she ran over to the cab to open the door for her. "Oh, and I'm paying. It's an official rule, so there!"


So, may I start by saying that I intentionally listed to "Confessions Part II" by Usher multiple times while writing this chapter. Probably the best idea ever for a confessions-filled chappy... Thankfully, my chapter has absolutely nothing to do with the content of Usher's song. ("Boy, that [would have] escalated quickly.") I also might have also listened to "U Got It Bad" a couple of times. (A couple of times as in I had both songs switching interchangeably on a loop at one point.) It was great.

Anyways, I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. I've been working on it for a while now and decided that today would be the day to post it, so here it is.

I also just wanted to take a minute to thank everyone for supporting this story and giving me such wonderful feedback over the past six (and now seven) chapters. Your comments, favorites, and follows always help brighten my day, so thank you all so much.

I hope you have a wonderful week, and I'll see you all next chapter!