A/N: Hey guys and gals! It's been a while eh? Haha, so this chapter, you may hate me for but please don't. I promise it's just necessary to continue the story and start towards a change in Britt and Santana's relationship. So I know usually people put warnings and stuff but it's rated M for a reason. A heads up though, Santana is quite the bitch...and hurtful names are thrown out. Okay, enjoy!

-LMB

November, 2014:

"Brittany!" Maribel greets in surprise as you stand on her doorstep, holding your hands in your pockets to keep your hands warm. Snow had fallen for the first time a few days ago, November 1st, and it was already a few inches high just having snowed again early in the morning. You really did love the snow though. You, Nessa, and Nolan always had fun in the winter building forts in the yard and having snowball fights.

You shake your head and focus on why you're here.

"Hi, Mrs. Lopez." You greet with a smile. "Is uh…Santana here?" you ask slowly and her brows shoot up.

"Santana?" she asks and you nod. "She is…she's in her room. Are you two okay now or?"

"I think so. We had a little…I think we're okay." You tell her and Maribel nods slowly before motioning for you to come in.

"I was just going to send her out for some groceries but that can wait, dear. Head on up." She smiles and closes the door behind you before walking further into the house as you take your shoes off. You place them neatly off to the side and go up the stairs and to Santana's room.

You lift your hand and knock on her door before you wait.

"One second!" she calls out and you smile faintly at her voice. You were crushing hard. You can't even really explain why, except that for some reason she makes you feel all giddy inside; even when she makes fun of you. "I don't see why I have to go and get the damn groceries." She mumbles as she opens the door and widens her eyes again when it's you. "What. The. Hell." She says and you smile at her glasses. "Seriously, do you not understand English?"

"I have a proposition for you." You say and Santana quirks an eyebrow.

"Uh huh…"

"No, really." You tell her and she shakes her head and walks passed you. So you follow her and look over her jean clad backside as you do.

"Leave me alone." She says turning and heading for the kitchen. You roll your eyes and follow after her and smile at Maribel while Santana grabs a few grapes from the fruit bowl on the counter. "Porque hacer la dejaste entrar?"

Your lips part when Spanish flows easily from her lips and you feel a shot of arousal shoot between your legs. Your eyes subtly widen and you shift in your spot as you watch the two Lopez women talk.

"Santana, it's not polite to speak Spanish in front of guests who cannot understand." Maribel scolds and Santana rolls her eyes. "I have an idea." She beams, looking between the two of you, "Why don't you pick up the groceries together? If you want to, of course, Brittany." she offers and you lift your brows while Santana coughs on her grape.

"Uh, sure." You shrug.

"Por que?!" Santana exclaims to her mother.

"It'll give you time to talk and be a decent human being." She said firmly handing her daughter the list of things she needed, along with her credit card. "Maybe you could even try and have a normal conversation with her."

"Or…" Santana starts and Maribel cuts her off with a stern look. Santana rolls her eyes and glances at you before walking by and mumbling for you to come on. You follow her and put your shoes back on while she yanks a black winter jacket off one of the front hooks and slips it on. She glances at you when you stand waiting for her and you give her a small smile while she checks her pockets for keys.

She motions her hand to the door and you open it and lead her out before jogging down the few steps.

"Jesus fuck its cold." She hisses, bringing her shoulders up as she stuffs her hands in her pockets.

"It's not that cold." You tell her with a playful smile. She stares at you as she walks by and your smile falters when she shakes her head. You walk over to the passenger side of the black SUV and Santana gets in before unlocking the door and letting you in. For someone who seemed to oppose the idea of you going with her, she wasn't saying much to show it.

"Out." She says after parking in a prime spot near the doors of Wholefoods. You look at her in surprise and she lifts a brow with her hand on the door handle. "Hurry up." She groans and you unbuckle your belt and get out, waiting for Santana to round the vehicle.

She barely glances at you as she waits for the cars to stop for you before hurrying across the street.

"This is what's going down." She starts, giving you a serious look while taking out the list. "You get whatever is on your half, and I'll get mine." She explains while carefully ripping the list in half, giving you the smaller one.

"Uh…" you trail off as you look down and read through the items. "How will I know if something is gluten free?" you ask slowly, looking at her. Santana stares at you before ripping the paper from your hand and walking off before calling back for you to grab a cart.

"Check off onions." She says as she walks back over to you leaning against the cart, holding a bag of onions. She puts them in the less than half full cart while you scribble over onions with a pen from the car. "What's next?" she asks, looking at the stand of red peppers in front of her. You watch her lift one and eye it before putting it back and grabbing another.

"Tomatoes." You tell her and she nods absently, continuing to feel the vegetable. "Santana?"

"Go and get some then." She says, narrowing her eyes at you. You lean away from the cart and pocket the list and pen as you come to stand in front of the tomatoes. You look over them and purse your lips not knowing which to pick.

"What's the difference really?" you ask yourself and grab two before putting them in a bag and walking back over to Santana. "Here." You say handing them to her. She lifts a brow at you and you slowly lower them to into the cart as you avert your eyes.

"Wait." She says, grabbing the bag and pulling the tomatoes out. "They're bruised." She states, looking at you and you shrug. "No one wants bruised tomatoes, Pierce." She rolls her eyes, handing them back to you.

"I know." You shrug and she does a double take. "They're just going to stay up there while the other ones get taken because no one wants them. It's sad."

"You're shitting me, right?" she asks in disbelief. You feel your cheeks heat under her stare and tuck your hair behind you ear as you glance at the tomatoes in your hand. "Whatever. Leave them and get two more. Ones that don't have bruises." She says and you snap your eyes up with a smile. She isn't looking at you.

You bite your lip to hide your growing smile and move to grab two more tomatoes.

"White or whole wheat?" you ask the Latina leaning tiredly against the cart while you look between the two different types of penne noodles.

"It doesn't matter." She mumbles and you look back at her.

The two of you had been there for quite some time. Maybe an hour, hour and a half. The cart was almost filled to the top and you had no idea how you were going to get all that to the car.

"What does your mom usually get?" you ask her and Santana groans. "It's an easy question, Santana." You chuckle and she shakes her head.

"I don't know. I just eat the food."

"You're so helpful." You tell her teasingly and she lifts her head slowly from the handle with a glare. "I'm just saying." You tell her, holding the packs of pasta up in defense.

"Just throw one of the damn bags in and lets go." She growls and you roll your eyes.

"Which do you want?"

"Holy shit…" she breathes and moves over to you, grabbing the closest bag, the whole wheat, and drops it in the cart while lifting a brow at you. "You make everything so difficult." She says and you can't help but smile a bit at her. She looks over your face with narrowed eyes and your smile grows. She shakes her head and goes back to the cart, huffing as she pushes the heavy load down the aisle.

You put down the white penne and jog up to her, falling in line with her strides.

"Is that everything?" you ask and Santana sighs when you get in line for the register.

"She can go without straws. I'm not spending ten minutes picking out what color she would prefer, or if she likes the straight or bendy ones." She mocks lightly while you look at the candy and gum to the side.

"Everyone likes bendy straws, and you always get white. Then you don't need to decide which color to use when you want one." You tell her, pulling your eyes from the sugar. "If she wrote down straws, you should probably get them." You tell her.

Santana sets her jaw to the side and sighs deeply before stepping back and turning to go and get them. You giggle quietly as you watch her go to the third aisle and look back ahead of you to push the cart forwards.

Moments later she's back and drops two packages of straws into the cart. You frown as you look down and tilt your head at the white straws and the pack of colored ones before looking at the Latina.

She looks ahead of you, tapping her hand on the side for the cart as she waits for the person ahead of you to move. "Stop looking at me." She says and when you don't she rolls her eyes and glances at you, "I like picking the color." She adds quietly before stepping forwards and starting to put the items on the counter.

"Would you like help outside?" the cashier asks as Santana puts Maribel's credit card in her wallet.

"Do you think I'm going to put all this shit in my trunk?" she asks him with narrowed eyes. The teenage boy shakes his head quickly and calls over another guy to help you two while you give the boy an apologetic smile and follow Santana following the boy.

The three of you walk out of the store and over to the SUV where Santana pops the trunk and gets in the driver seat, starting the vehicle.

You shake your head at her and begin to help the boy. He looks at you in surprise and you offer him a friendly smile as you put two bags in the back.

"I can do this, Ma'am. It's my job." He says nervously and you pause, looking at him in amusement.

"You don't need to call me Ma'am, and its fine. It'll get done faster this way." You tell him and continue to get the groceries in the trunk.

It takes a little while, and your nose is pink by the time the boy walks back to the doors with the cart. You close the trunk and quickly get in the passenger side and look at Santana playing something on her phone.

"You could've helped." You say and Santana snorts.

"But I didn't." she replies, looking at you. You shake your head at her again and roll your eyes as you put on your buckle, your body warming up quickly. "You know you didn't have to help him." She says and you give her a look. "You didn't. It's his job."

"I don't understand you." You say and Santana cracks a smile, surprising you.

"Good observation." She chuckles making your heart soar. "Anyway…." She begins, pulling out of the parking lot and onto the main road, "I thought you had a proposition for me."

"Oh! Right!" You remember with a smile. "I haven't started my art project…"

"And that affects me how?"

"I wasn't finished." You say to her, narrowing your eyes. "Ms. Holiday wanted you to be my muse."

"Because she's caught you drawing me before." She cuts in, "Two months! You've been drawing me for two months. One, that's creepy, two, that's creepy, and three, that's fucking creepy!" she shouts and your stomach turns, not in the good way, when the tires slip a bit on the road. "Fuck." She breathes, gripping the wheel tighter.

"Can I finish?" you ask her with some attitude. Santana glances at you with her brows lifted. "I need you to just sit there and let me draw you."

"And what's in it for me?" she asks, pulling into the Lopez driveway. "Money?"

"Uh no. The knowledge that you helped me get a good mark." You suggest with a timid smile. Santana grimaces and you wince. "I can help you with you project…"

"No." she says quickly and you arch a brow in question.

"I'll be your friend." You smile and Santana stares at you blankly.

"What have I said about us being friends, Blondie?"

"My names Brittany for fuck sakes!" you exclaim, "It's not that hard of a name, you know."

"And what did I say about Outburst 2.0?" she snaps, turning in her seat to face you. "I told you I don't put up with shit from anyone. For some reason you think that doesn't include you, Pierce. I can make your life hell if I wanted to so learn your damn place."

You clench your jaw and narrow your eyes at her.

"I know that you have some lesbian crush on me." Your eyes widen. "Obviously with your leering, creepy sketches, and trying to kiss me I'm going to figure it out." She states hardly. "I don't think it's cute, I don't think it's endearing. I think it's weird and you need to get the fuck over it because I don't like you. Neither romantically nor platonically."

"You're full of shit." You tell her, feeling a tear land on your cheek. You wipe it away quickly as Santana looks at you with her brows raised. "You act all bad ass just to keep control and keep everyone away from you so there's no way you might open up to someone and get screwed over. You don't want anyone to know you're a decent person." You snap, "But you are and you can't help but care for people. You can claim you don't all you want but the facts are facts. And the fact is that you are a nice person but you're just acting like a complete bitch to keep yourself safe."

Santana stares at you with her lips parted as you rip your seat belt off and get out of the SUV. You put your hands in your jacket pockets as you walk towards the sidewalk and sniff. You slow to a stop and shake your head slowly before turning around and storming back over to the girl just getting out of the driver seat.

"You're such an asshole." You tell her and she rolls her eyes.

"Yet you're still here." She scoffs.

"If you don't like me then why did you do all those things for me, huh?" you challenge, ignoring how you can see your breath. "Well?"

"You're in no position to demand things from me, Pierce."

"My name is Brittany! Are you that…"

"Watch it." Santana warns, taking a threatening step closer.

"Or what?" you roll your eyes, "You'll hurt me with your words?"

"Or I'll just hurt you." She shrugs and you let out a laugh.

"Right…Like you have it in you." Santana clenches her jaw and you lift a brow.

"Go home, Pierce." She hisses and you shake your head. "Go. Get the fuck off my property…y-you dyke!" she snaps, pushing you away from her and you lift your brows as you catch yourself. Santana stands still her lips parted as you feel your lip begin to tremble. "I-I…I didn't…Pierce, I didn't…"

"Brittany! What are you doing here?" Rachel exclaims enthusiastically from the front door as Santana looks away from you, shaking her head at herself. "Brittany?" Rachel asks, stepping outside. You shake your head at her and Santana glances at you with softer eyes before you turn away from them both and run from the house, ignoring Rachel's calls.

You slam the front door shut behind you when you get in your house and kick off your shoes before running up the stairs to your room.

Obviously your parents heard you because they were calling with concern.

You unzip your jacket while you try to stop crying and drop it to the floor before you climb onto your bed and under your covers. You were freezing and shivering beneath the covers, crying quietly, when your door slowly opened.

"Brittany, sweetheart?" you mom says softly and you can't hold back the sob. Seconds later your bed dips and you are pulled into your mother's arms. You wrap your around her and cry against her as she slowly rocks you back and forth, petting your hair to calm you down as she's done for years.

As you cry flashes of Santana glaring at you, her face when she screamed those words, even Rachel's look of concern went through your mind and made you tighten your grip on your mom.

It took twenty minutes or so you'd guess for you to calm down to the point where you could actually form a coherent sentence.

You were letting out shaky breaths here and then but you were calm. You're grateful to your mom, just holding you lovingly. She always had that special touch to calm you whenever anything was wrong.

You sigh and relax further into her embrace and close your eyes when she kisses your head.

"What's wrong, Brittany?" she asks softly, pulling her head back to look at you.

You wet your lips, tasting the saltines of your tears, and let out another shaky breath as you pull away from your mom and lay down.

"Sweetheart, you can talk to me, you know that."

"I know…" you mumble quietly, resting your head against your pillow.

She hesitates but then asks, "Is this about a boy?"

"No…" you mumble, bringing your blankets closer to your body.

"…A girl?"

"W-what?" you ask in shock and lift your head a bit to see your mothers face. "W-why would you say that?"

"I'm just checking." She shrugs giving you a soft, sympathetic smile.

You look away from her for a minute before looking back and laying back down.

"Would you be mad is it was?" you ask cautiously. She smiles and shakes her head.

"Of course not. I love you and that wouldn't change because of who you love."

"I don't love her." You say quickly and watch her brows lift. "I don't even like her…but I do." You huff.

"So you have feelings for her but you don't necessarily like her as a person?" she asks slowly and you think it over before nodding. "Can I ask why?"

"She's a bitch." You state and chuckle when your mom's eyebrows lift in shock. "She really is, but she's a 'badass' so it's kind of expected." You shrug, pushing yourself up into a seated position.

"Why do you like her?"

"I don't know."

"Is she cute?"

"She's really pretty." You say with a small, embarrassed smile. Your mom chuckles and nods for you to continue. "She's Hispanic. She has long dark hair, and amazing brown eyes…when she smiles or even smirks it's like…I get that annoying fluttering feeling in my stomach. I…hold on." You say and get up quickly and fetch your notebook from your backpack before handing it to your mom. You fidget with your hands in your lap as you watch her flip through the pages and smile sheepishly when she looks at you in amusement.

"She is pretty." She nods, "That can't be the only reason you like her though."

Your shoulders drop and you shake your head.

"It's not. The first day at school this jock was being a jerk and making fun of me and everything and Santana stopped him and made him apologize to me." You say thinking back to how your heart flipped when your eyes locked for the first time. "She was the girl that gave me a ride home when my wheels got stolen, and when it rained. I think she was sticking up for me at that party I went to which led to her getting in a fight with the same jerk. She claimed it wasn't about me though." You trail off and glance at your mom nodding as she listens.

"This other guy, I bumped into him and he lashed out at me and I told Santana who he was and she dealt with him afterwards. When I got that black eye, Santana went at it with the guy who hit me. She can be so sweet too; and funny. The she goes back to being a bitch." You huff, resting your cheek on one of your brought up knees.

"So what happened with Santana to make you this upset?" she asks.

"She just…I didn't think she was like the jerks at school before but now I do." You say quietly, blinking your eyes to keep the tears at bay. "She called me out on my feelings and then proceeded to call me a name that the jocks used."

"What kind of name?" Your mom asks, Mama Bear making her appearance.

"Just a…"

"Brittany."

"When spelt differently it's something that holds back water during a flood." You say quietly after a moment of hesitation. You glance at her and watch her look of confusion turn into one of anger.

"She called you a dy…"

"Yeah." You cut her off quickly, "But she looked like she regretted it right after."

"That doesn't make what she said okay, Brittany." She says firmly, getting up. "Do you want me to call the school on Monday and talk to the principle? I could try and get a meeting with Santana's parents."

"Mom, no." you shake your head, giving her a look. "That won't do anything and I don't want to have to sit in Principle Figgins office with her."

"Well what are…"

"I'm kind of tired." You cut her off again and she closes her mouth, "I think I'm just going to take a nap, okay? Thanks for, you know." You say and turn over away from her before laying down and letting out a breath. You wait until you hear her leave your room before you wrap your arms around yourself under the blankets and close your eyes. You just want to forget everything.

A/N: Oh and I meant to say this earlier but thank you all for your feedback! It means a lot that you are liking the story so thank you again. See you next week!

-LMB