- Brittany POV -

Everything was a daze until I suddenly hear a voice.

"Brittany!" A woman cries out in front of my face. "Brittany! Are you alright? Please tell me you're alive." I blink my eyes and see that it's Santana crouching in front of me while staring at me right in the eyes.

"Huh? What?" Dizziness is an understatement.

Santana sighs and helps me to get up. "Where did you come from? I almost ran you over." She adds and looks down in shame or was it confusion?

I try to regain my balance before looking around me when I suddenly feel a surge of pain coarse through my foot. I think I twisted it or something, I'm not sure. It just really hurts. As soon as I stand up and look at the car behind me which caused my literal downfall, the first thing I see is my broken bike with the tire in front of it smashed to pieces. At the sight of this, my blood just immediately boiled of anger. My bike's destroyed! I've been nothing but careful whenever I use it and this happens? Gosh, I'm just so furious right now! I instantly bend down and try to remove my bike from under the car.

"Woah, calm down!" Santana cries out.

"Calm down?! You almost ran me over then you destroyed my bike!" I shout at her and I can see her face contorting into an expression similar to what I'm sporting.

"What the hell? I didn't see you crossing because your bike doesn't have a flash light in front nor a red reflector in the back. You're not even wearing a helmet, Brittany! Then all of a sudden you're blaming me?" She tells me while throwing her hands in the air out of frustration.

"You would have seen me if you weren't going so fast and was paying attention on the road!"

"I was! I didn't even go over 10! I'm not the one at fault, you didn't pay attention. You could hear my engine from afar and yet you didn't hear me coming. I find that extremely hard to believe, Brittany!" She points a finger at me and I try and stand up to face her. The pain immediately shoots through my body and I lose my balance a little but eventually regain it enough to stand up straight. I look up to see her face scrunch up in confusion.

"Why are you blaming me for all of this? Maybe you even did this intentionally out of anger." I crossed my arms while glaring at her. Her face goes back to an expression of anger.

"Did you hear what you just fucking said? That's just fucking ridiculous! I did not run you over!" She shouts and I'm a little scared of her reaction because she comes closer to where I'm standing. "I hit the brakes immediately, that's why you're still alive! And excuse me, I made efforts to become friends with you, Brittany! Extreme efforts which you all brushed off! Move on and get over it! I have feelings too, you know!"

"You're mean and that's not a nice thing to say, Santana!"

"No, you're mean! And I hate you!"

"I hate you!"

Silence takes over between us. Our arms are crossed and we're glaring at each other. I think about what she just said and I think I'd have to agree with her at some point. I've been trying to remind myself that I should buy the required stuff for my bike, especially a helmet. It just so happens that I don't have enough money yet to purchase everything. And she really was being friendly, yet I ignored her big time. I really have been a jerk towards her for some time now. Wait, I almost died just a minute ago because of her! But I'm somehow to blame for this, as well. So, instead of waiting for something else to happen, I grab my bike from the floor and started to walk home with a limp while carrying it. More like, one step at a time because I'm trying to prevent myself from further stressing my right foot.

"Wait, where are you going?" I hear Santana behind me asking with confusion and concern.

"Where do you think? Home, of course." I don't look back at her and just kept walking slowly. I take a quick glance at my broken bike on the right and feel a surge of tears waiting to come out. My bike is just smashed to pieces and I don't even have money to have it repaired. Or maybe it's the pain from our almost collision awhile ago and all the stress I've been under lately, as well. It's just every little thing ganging up on me all at the same time right now Also, I think you all know by now how important this bicycle is to me and it's not all drama. It reminds me of home and everything, then to just have it shattered like this? It just breaks my heart. I hold back the tears and continue to walk while struggling to carry my bike.

"Brittany! Wait! Let me give you a ride back home!" She shouts from a few feet behind me.

"I don't need your help, Santana!" I shout back at her. Then it all suddenly becomes quiet. The only sound I could hear is the chain of my bike slamming against its frame. After a few seconds, a light suddenly shoots from behind me and I hear the revving of an engine coming closer.

"Come on! It's not safe to walk around at this time of the night and you're hurt. Just let me take you home! Please!" She cries out from the inside of her car with the windows down and is now moving slowly while following beside me.

"I'm a big girl, I can handle it." I still don't look at her though. I just continue walking with my attention in front. I'm almost out of the school premises and I can see my exit.

"Brittany, just get in the fucking car!" She angrily shouts from her car that is still following me.

"Leave me alone, Santana!" I quip back. Suddenly, an immense pain shoots through my right foot and I trip as my bike falls from my grip and hits the ground. I can't hold back the tears now. I just break down and cry while I kneel for a moment to recuperate for a few seconds from the pain. The vehicle beside me stops and Santana comes out of the car. As soon as she sees me, there's an ear splitting silence. After a few seconds, Santana breaks the ice.

"Brittany, you're badly hurt. Just please get in the car and let me take you to the hospital." I hear sadness in her tone but instead of feeling anything else, rage just filled me up together with the tears that came with it. I glare at her and proceed to say words that I will probably regret soon.

"Just leave me alone, Santana! I don't want anything to do with you! Please, just stop!" I tell her with so much emotion. She looks at me sadly for a few seconds before she steps away in front of me. I remove the tears from my face then proceed to stand up carefully while grabbing my bike and slowly continued to walk again. After a moment or two, I hear a revving engine behind as if it's following me. She was right about Harvard at night. There were only a few people out at this time since I assume most students are already home studying. I got a little scared but the sight of Santana following behind me erased that almost instantly.

I cross the intersection but the pain in my right foot badly persists. Minutes passed and when I subtly looked back behind me, I was disappointed to see that there's no more white Audi. I sigh at this and collected myself before walking forward again. Just when I thought that Santana completely left me already, she surprised me by following me all the way home by foot. By foot. I'm serious, she really did. I look behind me to see Santana looking directly back at me with sad eyes while trailing just a few feet from me looking like a beaten up puppy.

Instead of stopping or waiting for her, I just proceed to walk and decided to never look back in her direction again. I didn't really get very far until the weight of my bike felt lighter. As soon as I look to my right, I see Santana holding it and carrying the bike with me. She doesn't look at me though, she's just looking at something non-existent in front of us. I'm touched by the gesture but I wouldn't want her to think that I'm being needy of her or anything. I can still walk, so I'll be fine.

"Let go, Santana. I'm fine." I tell her as I try to grab the bike away from her but she doesn't bulge or say anything, she just continues to walk at my pace.

"Santana." I look at her and still nothing.

"Santana, I'm fine."

"I said let go!" With those words, we stopped walking and she looks at me as if she's going to murder me with her glare. She looks furious. I'm seriously scared now. A few seconds pass in silence with us only looking at each other's eyes, which by the way I'm so enamored by hers, until she looks down and exhales very deeply while pinching the bridge of her nose then closed her eyes. Suddenly, she looks up again at me and speaks up.

"No. You. Let. Go."

Woah there. I did not anticipate that part. I never thought that the Latina who I've come to know as a shy and funny girl and someone I could easily scare off whenever I want to could be this feisty. Wow, she could be demanding all she want and I'd gladly be submissive. I mean, it's just really hot.

Ahem.. Yeah. Back to where we were.

I am not ashamed to admit that I did let go. Though I don't think I would've let anyone else to convince me like that. She's still looking at me as she takes the bike away from my hands before looking down at my foot and then back at me. Then as if surprising me with her commanding tone wasn't enough, she holds out her hand in front of me. I don't know what she wants to happen but almost instantly, Santana points to my backpack. I just look to her dumbfounded until she holds her hand out again in emphasis.

"No, I can handle this." I tell her while holding on to my backpack tightly.

Santana raises her eyebrows at me and bites her lips then exhales. Wow, that's hot. Come on, Pierce! You're hurt. Flirting and getting laid stuff should occur later. Much later.

"Stop being stubborn and hand it over." She tells me firmly and comes closer. Woah, her face is only a couple of inches away from me. Wow, she smells really nice. I am not ashamed to admit that I carefully handed my backpack over to her. I did it slowly so I can cherish this small moment. As soon as she slings my backpack over both of her arms, a huge weight has been literally lifted off my back. Santana then speaks up. "How far still?"

I look around to see that we're nearing my place so I glance back at her and reply. "Just a couple more blocks to go." I wanted so bad to argue with her to just let me go home by myself or that I don't need her help. However, I know that I do, I'm just really stubborn by nature. Or maybe it's just that I don't want her to go yet.

"Can you still walk?"

"Yeah. But you don-" She cuts me off and points to my apartment's direction.

"Let's go. Lead the way." Oh. Alright then. I purse my lips and we continue to walk slowly and silently for the next few minutes. After a couple of blocks, we reach my apartment complex and stop in front of the stairs. I try to climb the first step but pain just took over and I lose my balance. I thought that I'd hit the pavement and die but amazingly, Santana caught me. Yes dorks, like a movie moment wherein the other one catches the heroine from falling by holding her back then they assume an incredibly close position next to each other as they looked into each other's eyes for a moment then proceed to magically kiss and it's suddenly happily ever after.

That's exactly what happened. Not!

Yes, Santana did catch me but she must have miscalculated how she would land on her feet because the next thing I knew, she's falling too and we're suddenly on the ground, on top of each other. Really. Now, you know the thing that happens in Disney movies wherein they both fall on the ground on top of each other, face to face, then proceed to stare into the others' eyes and suddenly, they finally realize at that moment that they're meant to be together? So, the lead characters kiss, rule the kingdom, and make babies? The last part's omitted for kids though. Anyway, that's it. Cue happy ending theme music.

That's exactly what happened. Nope! This ain't that kind of story, bro.

We did land on top of each other but with my back towards her. Now talk about awkward. I'm not hurt though but seeing that she's the one who fell for the both of us since my weight was all on her, I immediately moved away from the position and try to get up. I suddenly hear a loud groan. Believe me, it's not what you think it is. I think I also heard a crack which got me a bit worried. It must be from my backpack.

"Oh my gosh, are you okay?" I'm kneeling down right now as I try to help her sit and remove my bag from her back.

"Yeah. Nothing major." She groans out again while caressing her back. This made me smile a little. You know, if I wasn't hurt I would've found this incident cute and funny. I mean, it really is. I was supposed to say something more when suddenly, just when you thought it couldn't get any more awkward, a few people passing by just had to offer their comments.

"Get a room!"

"Ooh! You go, girl!"

"Oooh.. She's hot, blondie! The sex is gonna be hot, for sure!" An old woman muttered and I had to shake my head in disbelief for a moment.

Suddenly, Santana laughs out of nowhere. She was sitting on the ground with her legs laid out by the sidewalk laughing by herself. Must be the fall or something. I can tell that it's genuine though, so I begin to chuckle as well. After a while, she slowly gets up and lends me a hand to get up. At first, I only stared at her but then she smiled and all my present doubts about this woman disappeared. "Oh, careful." Santana tells me as she helps me to get up. You know about those moments in movies when the lead character suddenly falls into the arms of the other lead? Like the part when she fall inches away from the face of the other and they stare for a bit at one another because they're all smitten or something?

That's exactly what happened.

No, like legit. That's what really happened.

She must have pulled a little too strongly for me to end up inches away from her face like that. Or maybe she did that intentionally. We'll never know. I'm not complaining though. High five! Anyway, after a few seconds, she breaks the ice and our little staring contest ends when she speaks up.

"So, why don't you hold on to my shoulders then I'll help you up? Let's take it slow, alright?" I nod and snake my arms into her shoulders while she helps me climb the steps one by one so I can help us get in. I'm not gonna lie, I felt butterflies in my stomach as she helped me reach the door. I think it has something to do with the closeness of our body or just the sensation of our touch. Did I mention that her arms were around my waist? Gosh. The struggle to hold back a smile is all too real. I think I felt her boobs too. Oh, yeah!

Anyway, as soon as I got us in and she grabbed my broken bike as well as my backpack, we took the lift in silence and after a while ended up in my doorstep. I take out my keys and unlock it but not before looking back at her. "I'll be okay here. You've helped me enough, Santana. Thank you." I tell her shyly which she returns with a small smile.

"I'm already here. So, might as well." She tells me while motioning to my apartment. "Unless you're planning something else." Santana jokingly adds with a wiggle of her eyebrows.

"After what happened? I think you're delusional." I told her jokingly in a semi-serious tone and see that she gulped heavily and turned a little serious as well. How gullible is this kid? Just kidding. Or am I? "That was a joke." I muttered and she sighs. I'm trying to hold back a smile at her antics "Don't expect anything grand inside." I add nonchalantly then open the door. Hey, she helped get home and everything even if I was mostly to blame. So, I think it's time to finally stop being a jerk.

I limp a little as I go inside and take a look around to see that Rachel isn't home yet. I place my keys on the table beside the entrance. Our apartment is just an average looking one but spacious for Rachel and I. As soon as you enter through the door, you're immediately faced with our living room with the side of the sofa towards you and the television facing it. The kitchen is located across the hall, it's actually almost the first thing you'll see as you enter our apartment. My bedroom is beside the kitchen, to its left from the point of view of someone entering our place. Rachel's bedroom is on the far right side, near the bathroom since she takes a lot of time to get ready and gets up just before 5am to do her skin care routine.

I'm now sitting on our sofa in the living room when I look back at the door to see that Santana is still at the doorway. I'm sensing some hesitation from her to enter so I try to think of something to make her at ease. Or not.

"Are you going to come in or just wait all night for nothing there?" I hope that didn't come off wrong.

"Uh.. Yeah. Sorry." She mumbles and shakes her head. "Where do I put this?" Motioning to the destroyed bike in her hands. I glance around to look for a spacious area for it since it's going to be staying in the apartment for quite a while. "Just over there, please." I point to an empty space near the flat screen. Santana nods and proceed to carry the bike and place it on the empty space beside the television. Now, from where I'm sitting, I can clearly see her bend down to put it on the floor carefully. She's wearing a simple blouse and some tight black pants. I may have tilted my head to the side to catch more of the action. What? Don't tell me any of you haven't done that before. I look away almost instantly when she looks back at my direction while I pretend to touch and caress my right foot. I'm quite a loser when it comes to these kinds of things. I think all of you know that by now.

An awkward silence immediately takes over. I don't want to speak up first because she might have caught me checking her out. Please, let us not be anymore obvious. So, here we are lounging in the ever continuous silence between us, looking at anywhere but each other. However, I decide to break the silence only to be cut off by Santana when we try to speak at the same time. She gestures for me to continue and I speak up.

"Would you like something to drink?

She thinks about it for a second then looks at me. "Uhmm.. Yeah. Just water, please. I'll get it myself though, just show me where I can get one."

I disregard her statement and try to stand up but find it extremely difficult to do so because of the pain. As a result, I fall down on my seat again. Santana immediately comes to tend beside me. "Just relax." I look at her to see that she's suddenly holding my feet and raising them to the couch while carefully placing both lower extremities on the sofa. "I'm gonna take a look at it, okay?"

I'm scared that it would hurt so I try to take my feet back. She chuckles though but looks at me and gives me a warm smile. "Relax. I'm not going to hurt you. Plus, my dad's a doctor. So, it's fine." I give in to her last statement and she touches my right foot very carefully. I found myself staring at her and not with what's happening in front of me. Butterflies completely enveloped my stomach when she tucked her hair behind her ear.

"Brittany? Did you hear what I just said?"

"Huh?" I blink a few times to see Santana smiling warmly at me.

She sighs and repeats what she supposedly said a minute ago. "I said, I think you sprained your foot." Santana looks back at the injured body part.

"Oh." I find myself staring at her lips.

I immediately think of something to change the topic. I know I owe this girl an apology for what happened, so I speak up.

"Santana, about what happened a while ago." I trail off and she's still looking at my ankle. "I'm sorry for acting like that. I realize that it was my fault since I didn't have any gear at all and I'm terribly sorry for blaming it all on you. I'm not going to make up an excuse or something. I just want to say thank you for being patient with helping me and bringing me home safely. Thank you." I tell her with a small smile and she looks up to nod at me.

"I must admit that you were quite a handful." She jests and I chuckle.

"Yeah, I think I'm just really stubborn."

"You think? That's an understatement, Britt." I blush at the nickname.

"Sorry about that." I tell her while looking at anywhere but her. "Also, I'm sorry for acting like a jerk and ignoring you for the past two weeks. That was totally uncalled for. You deserve the most sincere apology."

"Yeah, you really were a jerk. I'll forgive you though if you admit that my jokes and pick-up lines were funny." Santana grins widely and I smile at her silliness.

"Gosh, it was all hilarious. Just. LOL, cute-cumber." I reply and we both laugh. After a few seconds, "So, does that mean that we can be friends now?" I add.

She thinks about it for a moment, clearly hesitating before looking a back at me. "I don't know. Are you still going to continue being a bitch?"

My mouth drops open at her statement. I place my hand on my chest as if to feign being hurt. "Alright, I deserve that one." Santana chuckles. "I'm really sorry for that. I understand if it's going to take a while for you to forgive me."

"Nah, you're forgiven. And I'd like to be friends with you. This is legit though, right? Like no bitchy shit and mean words?"

"Yes, Santana. I promise to be nice from now on."

"I hope not all the time." She whispers and I blush at her statement. Santana must have only thought that one out loud.

I clear my throat. "So, friends?" I hold out my hand in front of her as she looks into my eyes.

"Friends." Santana quips as she takes my hand into hers. I found myself staring at her lips and I can tell that she's doing the same. I want nothing more than to kiss her right now and forget everything that happened a while ago. I suddenly notice that she's leaning closer to me and even found myself doing the exact same thing as well. It could only have been a couple more inches when the front door opened.

"What the fuck is going on here?!" Quinn cries out and we immediately try to move away from each other.

"Sweetie, your language." Rachel mutters beside her then looks at me. After a few seconds, her calm face turns into a shocked one. "Britt! What happened to you?" She rushes to my side and sits on the sofa beside me while looking all worried. "Are you okay? Were you hurt badly? Who did this to you? Quinn, call an ambulance!" Rachel cries out in a hurry.

I chuckle at her antics. "I'm fine, Rach."

"No! It looks really swollen!" She motions to my foot. "Quinn, I said call the ambulance!" Rachel turns to the other blonde's direction and adds.

"Calm down, Berry. She's fine." Santana chimes in with her arms crossed and an eye roll directed towards Rachel. We all look at her direction and she glances back at us with both eyebrows raised. "What?"

"What are you doing here?" Quinn cries out with her attention towards Santana.

The Latina's contorts face to that of a surprise as if she had just been caught doing something. "I.. Uhm.." She turns to me for help.

"She brought me home after I injured myself." I tell everyone nonchalantly and a sudden silence occurred. "We almost had a collision but it was my fault since I didn't have any gear at all nor a reflector on my bike. Santana has been nothing but helpful and nice to me. So, it weren't for her, I'm still probably crawling on my way home." I point to my bike on the corner then heard the two gasping as soon as they saw how bad the damage my bicycle endured.

Rachel stands up and turns to Santana calmly. "That was very nice of you, Santana. Thank you for taking care of her."

"Uh.. You're welcome?" Santana cries out and looks at my direction and mutters a silent "Thank you."

"She even carried my bike and backpack, as well as helping me get here. Even if I refused her help big time." I try to stand up again but immediately fail at it as I stumble to maintain my footing.

"Easy there, tiger." Santana mutters as she holds my arms to keep me standing. A sudden silence immediately envelops the whole room. I noticed that Santana's face is unbelievably close to mine and I found myself staring right into her eyes.

Clapping to get our attention ensues from someone int the room and I glance to my left to see both of them staring at us. "Alright, lovebirds. We're still here, if you haven't noticed." Quinn cries out and points to Rachel and herself. "Let's get Brittany to the hospital since we don't know how badly her foot was injured."

I look down at my right foot to see that it really is swelling badly. I immediately feel dizzier at the sight of this. "That would be a great idea. The hospital's not far from here. Let's go." Rachel adds.


- Santana POV -

Holy shit.

I blink a few times to try and register what just happened. After a couple of seconds, I see movement just in front of me. I hurriedly exit my car and go to the mystery person I almost bumped only to see that it's none other than Brittany Pierce. Why is my fate always tied with this girl?

I try not to panic when I see that she's unconscious and there are some minor scratches on her but thankfully, she's breathing. So, I try to wake her up from her slumber. Soon enough, she woke up and from the first time I see her stand up, I immediately knew that there's something wrong with her right foot judging by the way her face contorted to that of someone in extreme pain. However, instead of thanking me or something else, she berated me because of her destroyed bike. I mean, this woman almost died and her broken bicycle's what she's worried about? This woman continues to amaze me.

We proceed to bicker back and forth and let me tell you something, I told her how I really felt! Oh yeah, I really fucking did. However, she cut it short by limping away from me while grabbing her broken bike. At this point, I could just walk away from her but the thing is though, I honestly know to myself that if I haven't looked up in time from changing the song, I really could have run her over. I was partially in fault, I admit that. I may even been going a little too fast for my own good. She doesn't need to know that though. So, I tried to talk her into grabbing a ride with me but she vehemently refused to do so until she hurt herself and stumbled to the ground. As soon as I got down on my car to help her, my heart broke at the sight of her crying. It was further shattered when she told me to stay away from her. I could never do that, I just know it. Sue me.

So, she tried to walk home again carrying her bike while I just followed her slowly with my car. As soon as Brittany crossed her way to Harvard Square, I knew that I immediately had to find a way to follow her all the way back home just to make sure she gets back safely before I lose sight of where she is. Luckily, a car just pulled out of a parking spot which I hurriedly hogged. I got a few evil stares from doing that. Whatever. I get down my car, put a load of coins into the parking meter because Cambridge will always be Cambridge, and sent a quick text to Quinn while doing so.

To Fabgay: SOS. Britt's place.

I then look around to see Brittany struggling to carry the bike, so I just followed her at first until I had enough of just staring and helped her carry it.

"Let go, Santana. I'm fine." Brittany quips.

Seriously, this girl is so stubborn! And that's coming from me! I didn't let her win though, I carried the bike myself as well as her backpack. Don't even get me started on that backpack! That bag is so freaking heavy, I don't know how she managed to carry that with all that's happened in the last half hour or so. I kept it cool though. It's not freaking heavy, it's not.

After a few minutes, we arrived in her apartment building. There were a few hiccups since she found it hard to climb the stairs but instead of losing my patience like I always do. I just laughed it off. When we reached her apartment, I hesitated to go in. I mean, it's a really nice apartment. I think I prefer it to mine on some degree. After everything that happened, Brittany's suddenly all nice to me now. I'm quite thankful for that. Anyway, the reason I maybe hesitating to go in is because from my line of sight, I can see her sitting on the sofa with her legs all stretched out. Lemme tell you something, she was in her shorts. And those legs could go on for days. Just whole fucking month or more! Temptation is really testing me right now but I didn't give in, yet. Hundreds of erotic thoughts invade my mind. Must. Not. Give. In.

I placed her bike and backpack down only to see her checking me out when I turned my attention back at her. Aha! I tried to hide the smile from it so, I distracted myself to check and see how her foot's doing. I knew that I wasn't the only one enjoying this because as soon as I knelt down in front of her, I just lost her completely. She didn't even listen to me, so I'll just have to pretend that Brittany wasn't obvious at all. Also, I lied about knowing some medical stuff regarding my dad. To tell you honestly, I know batshit about medicine. What? I'm just trying to prolong this closeness with Brittany. The highlight of it all was when she apologized to me about everything. Legit apology. The long awaited sorry has finally arrived! She even thanked me for helping her and said sorry again for being stubborn which I all appreciated. To summarize it all, she offered to be friends and after making sure she won't be mean to me again, I agreed. Come on, that's all I ever wanted. Or more.

I suddenly found myself staring into her amazing blue eyes and then felt brave enough to lean in. I just want to kiss Brittany so bad. Words cannot describe how much I'd love to taste her lips. It must only have been a few more inches because I could already smell her strawberry shampoo when the front door opened and we were forced to retreat to our respective positions. I don't want to bother you with anymore details because I'm just bummed from the appearance of these two bitches. To keep it concise, let's just say that Rachel and Quinn thanked me for taking care of Britt, Brittany defended me, then we all went to the nearest hospital to get her checked out.

By the way, I was right about the sprain!


I barely slept last night. My thoughts were clouded by Brittany. She was grunting in pain for as long as we were there in the hospital. Thankfully, the doctor told us that it's only a Grade 1 sprain which can heal quickly. Okay, I don't know what the fuck that means but Quinn translated it for us as only a light sprain that may heal for less than a month as long as there are no strenuous activities for Brittany. On top of all that, I accidentally destroyed her bicycle. Yeah, my car has some minor damage too but that's nothing compared to hers. Rachel even told me how attached Brittany is to her bike which irked me at myself even more. I understand now why there's so much fury on her part a while ago. Having said that, I still feel bad about everything that happened. I know deep in my heart that I was part of the reason why we had an accident and I have to do something out of guilt. Since we're friends now, I know that I just have to help her.

Or that's what I'm trying to convince myself with.

I've been sitting in my car which is parked in front of her building for the past fifteen minutes thinking of how I should approach the situation. Eventually, I look at the clock to see that if I don't get a move now, Brittany and I will be late for school. So, I just decided to wing it. Luckily, someone just left the building, so I took it as a good sign for me to continue with my plan. When I arrived in front of Brittany's door, I checked my watch to see that we still have half an hour to go before Tanaka gets to class. So, I exhaled as deeply as I can and knocked on her door. I hear someone shouting from behind the door and I think it may have been almost a minute before Brittany opened it.

"Oh. Hi, Santana. I wasn't expecting you." Brittany greeted with a genuine surprise on her face which eventually turned into a smile. I can see that she's yet to be ready for school.

"Hi." I greeted back while looking at her. "Uhmm.. Can I come in?"

"Sure. Yeah. Come in." Brittany gestures for me to come inside then closed the door before taking a seat on the sofa. When she got comfortable, she looked back at me with a smile. Damn. Those legs could go on forever. "So, what's up?"

You got this, Lopez! Show her who's the bitch! Well, I think I may be her bitch. What? No! You did not hear anything! At. All.

I face her and stare directly into her eyes as I try to diminish the gap between us. "Nothing, actually.." I trail off as I take a seat across from her from the other couch. "I just came here to check up on you." I motion to her foot. "I know I'm still responsible on some degree, so I'm sorry."

She tilts her heads to the side in an adorable way and looks at me for a few seconds. "Why are you apologizing? It was my fault. Don't say sorry, Santana. If anything, I'd have to apologize for your car. Which by the way, I'll pay you back as soon as I have enough money."

"What? No, don't bother with that. That's fine." I wave my hand in disregard.

"Santana, please let me." Brittany tells me with a ridiculously cute pout.

I didn't know what else to reply or maybe I'm distracted with her pout, so I just nod. "So, anything else?" Brittany smiles at me and stands up. "I still need to get ready for school. I'm still having a hard time adjusting with barely using my right foot."

Alright. It's now or never. I got this shit. So, I stand up and mirror her stance. Did I mention she's wearing a tank top and some really short shorts? I tried my hardest not to check her out. "Tried" is a big word.

"Actually, that's another reason why I'm here." I tell her with confidence.

She goes back to face me with a scrunched up face and holds on to the couch. "What do you mean?"

I come closer to her and we're now only a feet apart. "This is how it's going to go down, Pierce." I hold my head up high. "You won't be going anywhere without me for the next few weeks or until you're finally back to normal."

She just stares at me for a moment as if to digest what I just said. So, I continue to speak and make my point. "Take this as my way of making it up to you with your bike and everything. Basically, I'll be taking you to and from school everyday and whenever you have plans, as well. Don't worry, I won't get in the way of your life. I'll just help you with your usual stuff."

I can see that Brittany's trying to think about it for a moment. After a few seconds, she speaks up. "You don't have to do anything, Santana. I don't want to bother you. I just have to adjust to this then I'll be good. You don't have to feel responsible for anything, at all."

"I want to help you, Britt. I insist. Please."

She exhales deeply and crosses her arms while she thinks about it for a moment. "So, let me get this clear, you're saying that you'll be helping me with everything?"

"That's the plan." I reply and shrug.

"What if I need to go to work?"

"Don't worry about that, Quinn and I have already talked to Adam."

She raises her eyebrows at me out of curiousness but decides not to press it for now. "How about if I need to study at the library?"

"I'll take you there and get you home after you study." I reply almost instantly.

"What if I just want to study at home or watch a movie in the nearby theater? Or maybe go feed the ducks in the park?"

Uh-oh. I wasn't able to go through the loopholes of this plan. "Uh.. I'll take you there?"

"What if I want you to come with me?" Shit? Yes, with a goddamn question mark! This woman is playing me!

"Uh.. Okay?"

"So, Santana.." She trails off seductively while coming closer to me. "It's as if you're saying that you'll be around me for almost 24/7 until I get better. Am I right?"

Oh shit. I was clearly not able to think this through. This woman is so damn smart!

"Uh.. I think so?" Smooth, Lopez. Real smooth.

"And you want that?" She smirks seductively and our faces are only just a couple of inches away from each other.

Of course I do! Ahem. Keep it cool. Just fucking cool. "I-I'm okay with that."

"Are you absolutely sure about this, Santana?" She raises an eyebrow at me while biting her lip. Oh my fucking God!

Hell yeah! Cool, Lopez. Keep it cool even if you have a thousand butterflies in your stomach or maybe it's because of the growing pain just below your stomach. Fuck this sexual frustration! I clear my throat before answering and try to look at anywhere but her. "Y-yes, B-brittany. I a-am."

She stares at me for a minute or two before giving out a really seductive smirk and proceeds to go for my ear to whisper something. "Well then, if you insist." Then suddenly goosebumps just filled my entire body. I think I even had to close both of my legs tightly just to disregard the feeling coming from underneath.

"O-okay." Was all I could honestly reply. Brittany is driving me so crazy right now. She proceeds to turn her back on me and walk towards a room before stopping on her tracks and looking back at me with a smirk, "I'll just take a quick shower. Aren't you coming?"

Oh. My. Fucking. God. Holy fucking shit! What do I do? What do I fucking do?

"Uh.. Uh.."

Then out of the blue, Brittany chuckled and I immediately got confused of her expression. "Oh, Santana."Brittany looks at me with a smirk while crossing her arms. "This is gonna be fun." She winked then proceeds to go inside a room which I'm assuming is hers while I was still left gaping at the events that transpired before me.

Fuck. This woman will be the absolute fucking death of me.


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