I watched Brittany as we sat together in the motel room. It was the next morning and I was feeling too good for words. Clean, I felt clean, like I wasn't keeping anything from anyone or doing things to hurt them. It was the best I felt in a long time.

Slowly, I crawled over to her and rested my head on her shoulder. I smiled at the thought of how it fit there perfectly, like a puzzle piece, "What you doing?" I questioned.

She turned, "Oh, nothing. I was just texting Kurt, that's all."

"What about?"

"Don't worry about it San," she said with a smile, "I'm going to take a shower. Want to come with?"

I'll admit, the suggestion was tempting. From any of our previous shower sex, I could vouch that it was explosive and amazing. But I just shook my head, "No, I took one before you woke up. But thanks for offering."

Giving me a grin, Britt just nodded and headed into the bathroom.

I looked at the place her phone lay on the bed. It wasn't that I thought something was up. I knew Brittany didn't know a lot of things, but she knew what cheating was and I would never accuse her of anything so distasteful. That didn't mean, however, that my curiosity was at bay, so I grabbed the phone and read a few of the texts:

R u sure?

Absolutely. It's perfect, Britt. Even Blaine agrees.

Dos it mean wat itz supose 2?

Something like it. But things aren't really supposed to be literal like that. Just go for it.

kk.

Gotta run, I need to pick out what I'm going to wear. Good luck!

The conversation ended there. I was about to scroll up when the bathroom door burst open, thankfully causing me to drop the phone. "Oops! Forgot my towel!" she said, emerging from the bathroom, topless. Her eyes wandered to her phone, "Oh! I should put that in my bag."

I watched her as the walked around the hotel room, my curiosity only growing.


My thoughts still hadn't left the text messages. They weren't suspicious of anything more than a surprise, but I still couldn't help but wonder. And, of course, dread it. Surprises were not something I usually looked forward to. Being almighty and knowing most everything usually gave me the upper hand, which, being the bitch I am, I wanted.

"Hey, Santana," Brittany spoke. I glanced over at her. She had been preoccupied by the television, commenting on some show periodically before now.

"Yeah?"

"Can we go out to eat? I saw this one place in that book thing over there. It looked nice and it has karaoke tonight." She looked genuinely excited and hopeful for my answer.

Had it not been for that look, I would have denied. Or at least, I told myself that, since some nagging voice was telling me it could have something to do with those messages I read, "Yeah, I guess. I need to stop by the bank first."

She flashed a happy smile, "Perfect!"


It was around 7 at night when we headed out for the restaurant. It wasn't a long drive, only about ten minutes from the motel. When Brittany saw it she began pointing excitedly, "There! There it is."

"Mhm," I said as I turned the car into the lot. It looked a little vintage, a little authentic, even. Of course those were my words I used when things weren't totally badass and awesome. But it was a night meant for Brittany to choose what we did, so I kept my mouth shut.

She led the way into the building enthusiastically. It was obvious she was itching to get something done, and I hoped my hopes of finding out what she was planning would be confirmed here.

"A table for two," I told the fat little man at the front desk. He shook his head.

"I'm sorry, we're booked, unless you've got a reservation."

"A reservation for this stupid a–"

"Brittany Spears," Brittany piped in, smiling. Surprisingly, the man nodded, gave me a skeptical eye, and allowed us in. As we walked I looked to Brittany in surprise.

"You reserved us a place here?"

"Yep," she smiled proudly, "I've got a surprise for you."

"Wow," I said, feigning my shock though my wonder was genuine, "I wonder what it is?"

She just smiled and led the way to our table.


"Alright," the MC laughed and nodded. Brittany stepped up onto the stage where the karaoke was set up, with a piano and an assortment of instruments. Though the rest of the play was as old as hell, the stage full of instruments was up to date, "Let's welcome to the stage Miss Brittany Spears."

Brittany grinned and climbed up onto the stage, whispering to the sound man before she took a seat at the piano, "This song goes out to my wonderful girlfriend, Santana," I almost cringed, but stopped myself. This was LA. No one knew us. It was okay for them to know. "I know you've been through a lot, but I just have one question for you,"

The song began and she lightly pressed the keys of the piano. She would send me sweet looks, occasionally missing a note, but I didn't mind.

She turned to the microphone and began.

"If I kiss you where it's sore,

If I kiss you where it's sore,

will you feel better, better, better,

will you feel better?"

I couldn't help but smile as she continued, her voice ringing out in a tone I never heard it before. I was so used to hearing it either in the background, or used to sing a whoreish Britteny Spears or Ke$ha song. But this was nice, refreshing, and most of all...sweet.

"Born like sisters to this world,

In a town where blood ties are only blood.

If you never say your name out loud to anyone,

they can never call you by it.

If I kiss you where it's sore,

If I kiss you where it's sore,

Will you feel better, better, better,

will you feel better?"

She looked in my direction during the musical break and gave me a smile as she drew out the last note, her fingers dancing over the keys. Almost everyone was in silence, surprised to see someone on stage that could actually sing. I was thankful they all had their eyes on her, though...my eyes were watering and I wanted to spare my pride.

"You're getting sadder,

getting sadder,

getting sadder,

getting sadder,

And I don't understand,

I don't understand..."

She trailed off in the song for a minute, again drawing out the words, but this time she picked up quickly.

"But if I kiss you where it's sore,

If I kiss you where it's sore,

will you feel better, better, better

will you feel better?

Will you feel better, better, better,

will you feel better?

Will you feel better?

Will you feel better?

Will you feel...better?"

The song ended with one last question and a few more keys. The entire place erupted in applause and I couldn't stop myself; I cried.

But this time it was happy tears. I felt amazing, and as I stood to pull Brittany, who was just coming down from the stage, into a hug I whispered, "Of course."

A/N: Yet another, this time more shamelessly, fluffy chapter. Excuse all the fluff, but you know, I like this chapter. It's there to show that Brittany conveys the same feelings for Santana, not used in words how they usually do it in the show. I feel like she needs a song she's not asked to sing for once, one that means something to her.

Anywho~ If you're ready for some action, next chapter is going to be 1000+ words longer and way less fluff & way more suspense. And I'm afraid from there, dearest readers, only two chapters are left to the now decided ten chapter story. I'm so excited to get to writing the rest; it's been awesome.

Reviews are much appreciated!
Song: Better by Regina Spektor, with some words changed to make it more appropriate for the situation.

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