A/N: Here's the next part then. As I mentioned, this chapter and the one before should've been like one long part, but I decided to split it up.
This is still like 2000 words longer than the previous ones. Whoops!
I don't know though, it's not super good, I think it's mostly because I think it's more of a challenge to change POV's like this all the time, haha.

brittanabitch: Ahh! I know what you mean!

vikstar80: I'm glad you think so! They have been rather sneaky, haven't they?

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CHAPTER 7

FIVE DAYS EARLIER

"Hey. Britt!"

"Yeah?"

"I booked you for a photo shoot next week." Quinn told as her friend looked excitedly at her. "You'll be modeling Artie's next collection."

"What? Artie's collection?" Brittany looked up skeptical.

"Yeah, I hope you don't mind. I'm sure people has seen you in less clothes than that before?" she joked.

"Of course," the taller blonde said before continuing, "but it's Artie..."

"I know what you mean." Quinn said as she made some gagging noises.

"Oh, stop! Not like that!" Brittany giggled.

"I promise you though, you won't regret this."


"Hey! You must be Brittany and Artie, with friends." Dave greeted the four people who he had just let in through the front door. All of them introduced each other to Dave as they shook his hand.

Brittany began to look around at her surroundings, always being the curious one. It looked like a small waiting room, with the receptionist called Dave, standing behind something that looked like a lit up bar with a laptop on. Very impressive. However, the house had a very welcoming feeling, it even smelled good in there, vanilla? The walls were covered in different fashion photographs, probably taken by the photographer who owned the house.

She had still no idea who the photographer would be, but she had been told by Artie and Quinn that it would be a surprise for when she would get there, and that she "totally would love it", to quote her friends. She absolutely loved surprises, but she had a weird feeling in her gut that this might not end well, she had no idea why.

"She should be here soon. I can let you in to the studio, instead of you waiting for her up her, if that's okay with you guys? I'll lead the way." Dave said and pointed for everyone to walk to the left.

The five people made their way down the hall that would lead them to the studio located in the basement. Brittany's eyes raked over the photographs that hung on the walls. There was something inspiring and exhilarating about them, but she couldn't help but think that she recognized a few of them, maybe she had seen them in some magazine.

They walked down the stairs, everyone small talking except for Brittany who was deep in thought, that never being a good sign.

Jaws dropped as they entered the final door that would lead them into Santana Lopez's personal photo studio and lair. The first thing they noticed was the size of the studio, and the next thing they noticed was the set that was already prepared for them.

The set consisted of mushrooms in different sizes that looked a lot like candy canes, trees with lollipops hanging down, an enormous tree stump painted in gold, real grass, branches and flowers, a pot of gold, a podium in the middle that looked like it was made of stone and cardboards painted and cut out to look like clouds, a sun and even a rainbow hung down from the roof.

"Holy shit Britt! Look at this!" the exclamation awoke Brittany from her thoughts. "They even got mushrooms that looks like candy canes!" She could tell that Artie was beyond excited for this shoot and she couldn't help but get excited herself as she stared in awe at the different props, not really believing that she would be the one to pose with it later. It was like a magical forest, and Brittany loved walking in forests, and she definitely loved magic.

"Yeah, it's really impressive. She always put down a lot of time to figure out the different settings for each shoot. She had a few friends over here yesterday to work and build up everything from scratch. They did a great job, didn't they?" Dave smiled to the small group of people who nodded. "Well, I should get back up. Never know when the boss decides to come in! I'll see you later!"

When the four of them was left alone, Brittany began to look around in the spacey studio. She had let her feet alone take her down the stairs, not really taking in her surroundings until now.

However, the first thing she laid her eyes on made it all dawn for her. Her heart began to beat faster. She was staring wide eyed at an enormous wall painting that she had seen so many times before, she even had a print of it in her room. But this was slightly different to the version she had seen before. This was painted with acrylic and not a printed copy. But it was beautiful nonetheless, maybe even more breathtaking than the original. The woman in her feathers and leather outfit, posing in the science lab had almost confirmed her previous thoughts. It was her studio. She was certain that this was Santana Lopez's studio.

"Hey, are you just going to stare over here or actually sit with us?" Artie said as he tugged on her sleeve and pointed towards a few couches standing in front of a wall covered with mirrors.

"Yeah, of course." she replied timidly and followed him.

As she got closer to the mirrors she began to realize what she was wearing. "I look like a prosti... no, no, no. This isn't happening. Why did I wear this today. Why, why, why..." she breathed out to herself, barely audible.

She wanted to impress the Latina, but with this outfit she wasn't sure if that would be possible. She looked desperate, showing too much skin for her own personal liking. She wanted to look beautiful and innocent, but this was just tacky.

The four of them sat down, they flipped through some magazines and talked about their expectations for the shoot, how much they liked the set and where and when the photos would be published.

Brittany barely listened, only nodding when people said something directly towards her.

She was once again deep in thought. She didn't know how she would react when she would meet the photographer again.

Questions like, "Will she even recognize me? What am I going to tell her if she do recognize me? Maybe she's mad?" was floating around in her head.

"Oh, you must be Santana!" Brittany heard the name being spoken by her boyfriend. Brittany had once again zoned out, but she just got her assumption fully confirmed and she was suddenly very aware of the situation they were in. Her boyfriend was here. Her Sant... no, not her. Santana was here, and she felt brown eyes bore into her while she did her best to keep her own eyes averted.

She knew that she had to do something though. This was what she had been waiting for, this moment.

She quickly looked up to rake her eyes over the smaller woman, before she turned her head back down. Her eyes nearly popped out of their places as she saw how beautiful the Latina looked in only a t-shirt, blazer and tight fitting shorts, her hair being in a messy bun and black glasses framing her brown eyes. Santana was dressed so casual, but that woman could still steal her breath away.

Her friends began to introduce each other to Santana. She had zoned out and didn't notice that they all wanted her to introduce herself to Santana, her 'big idol', as they would joke.

She only began to listen when she heard Artie say "I don't know what's wrong with her today." There is nothing wrong with me today? Or is it?

"Well, this is Brittany. My gir..." he didn't get to finish his sentence.

"Hi, I'm Brittany! I'm a model!" she quickly said as she reached out her hand for Santana to take. She could feel her cheeks get warmer and her heart fluttering. Why did I even say that? I'm so embarrassing. Uh, this will be one long day...

But Santana just smiled at her, and Brittany had actually missed seeing that smile in real life.

"I can totally see that you're a model." Santana said and winked at her. My heart is beating so fast right now... Is she flirting with me? Maybe she don't remember me? But I want her to remember... Oh lord, I'm blushing like a crazy person now, my cheeks are burning... Oh, God. What if Artie notices? I will be so dead... she'll be so dead... and I really don't want her to die. I need to talk to her alone later, that's for sure...


The moment Santana saw Brittany walking down the stairs in a light blue robe it hit her. The woman would only wear underwear.
When Santana first had seen the blonde and her posse, forty minutes ago, every thought of what clothes the woman would wear for the shoot disappeared, exactly like her anger had disappeared. Left was her heart beating out of her chest, her breath hitching, her mind being blank... the only thing she actually felt was pure disappointment, even though she hadn't gotten Brittany's relationship with Artie confirmed, she wasn't blind. She saw the small touches, the whispers and the looks he gave her. Maybe she had just been Brittany's little experiments, she had to accept that and move on.

"Sooo... how is this going to work?" Kurt chirped, as he raised from the chair to go and compliment Emma for her work with the hair and makeup.

"You've never been to a shoot before?" Santana asked surprised as she looked over at Kurt.

"Well, of course! I was just thinking that maybe you don't," Kurt gulped audibly. "you don't work..." he looked around nervously. "I don't know... different... I mean... uhm..." the man stuttered out. He had been to a lot of photo shoots before and knew the general idea of how they usually worked. But Santana might have had some different views on things, some of her work was iconic after all. Kurt rarely joined the models, this time he had joined them only because he wanted to meet the photographer, well, he did want to support his friend too. But he had heard so much about the photographer, not only famous for her work, but also for her personality and reputation with women. He wanted to see and hear her vicious words for himself before he would believe everything he had heard and read about the fiery Latina. But she did seem pretty normal and laid back...

"Hey, don't worry! No need to be scared of me! I don't bite!" the latina smiled widely. When Kurt began to look calm she surprised him by showing him her teeth in which it looked like she took a bite, with sudden anger grazing her face. This had the brunette man jump back in pure shock. The group began to laugh as Santana told the Kurt that she couldn't help herself. "And no, I think I work like most photographers do. You know, point and shoot." she said and winked.

Santana told Brittany what she had planned out for her. She would begin with standing by the podium, holding and eating cotton candy. Later she would lie down on the podium. Sit on the tree stump, reach for the lollipops in the trees, pretend to pick flowers, maybe use the water can on herself... what could she say? It might look weird picking flowers in a studio, but Santana had a lot of ideas and this was what she loved doing.

"Are you ready?" Santana asked Brittany who still had her robe on, looking slightly nervous.

"Yeah, I'm just nervous."

"I promise. No need to be, you'll do great." Santana smiled as she squeezed Brittany's arm, suddenly her body felt all tingly and she realized, for her own sake, that touching the model probably wasn't a very good idea. So she loosened her grip and dropped her arm to her side.

Brittany instantly missed the touch the moment Santana had released her arm from her grip, she had also felt a jolt run through her body the moment the Latina had touched her. But Santana's reassurance was the only thing that Brittany wanted as she called over Emma to hold her robe for her.

She slowly slipped out off the robe, now only sporting a light blue set of underwear with pink cotton candy and wrapped caramel print on. The boxer panties being a tight fit, making her already tight bum look slightly bigger and her hair flowing down her shoulders, covering parts of the bra.
She smiled at Santana as she tried to look innocent and sexy at the same time, batting her eyelashes.

Santana's mouth fell wide open and before she would catch herself drooling she quickly closed it again. Is she flirting? Oh God, she's hot... Her mouth went dry and her eyes wide. Sure, she had seen the woman in less clothes before, but it had been a while since then, and she couldn't help but feeling hotter the moment the robe was off.

The toned stomach, the longs legs, the muscular arms, she was fit and it wasn't too much muscles, just perfect. However, what she still thought was the most mesmerizing thing about the woman in front of her was those piercing blue eyes and the perfect curve that was her smile. The blonde model could only be described as breathtaking. There was something about that innocence too, that didn't seem too innocent. She had sex appeal... oh, that night in Amsterdam... fucking shit, I gotta stop these thoughts now... she felt her own cheeks get hotter.
She had to put on her business mode right now, before it would be too late.

"Okay. Let's get started." Santana said after clearing her dry throat with some water as Kurt eyed her suspiciously.

They began to work. The flash beeping and going off non-stop as Brittany worked it in front of the camera like it was the only thing she had ever done. Brittany received a lot of praise from Santana for doing a great job, coming up with different poses and positions.

Brittany loved being in front of the camera and she felt extra comfortable with the Latina behind it, all of her nervousness had suddenly disappeared and she hadn't felt this confident and daring in a long while. She felt safe, even though she only stood there in bra and panties.
She could see that Santana was really focused on getting the best pictures out of her. She could also tell that the Latina liked what she saw based on the way the Latina's chest moved up and down, and the fact that she tried to hide her face behind the camera, which only caused her to smile even wider, even though that kind of ruined the pictures since Santana wanted her to look serious.

Santana tried her best to hide her flushed face behind the camera as she helped the blonde with how she should position herself for the best result.

"Spread your legs a little more." Brittany did what she was told as she sat on the tree stump, looking seductively straight into the camera. The mix of innocence and sex appeal showing right through. "Yeah. Just like that!" the photographer continued as she looked through the viewfinder only to see Brittany winking at her, like the first time they had seen each other. Santana gulped visibly.

Yes, two could play this game, Brittany thought as she remembered how the Latina had made her blush furiously when she had arrived.

"Yeah, work it baby!" Artie shouted from behind Santana as he looked at the pictures popping up on the computer screen. Artie's voice made the Latina turn around and give him an annoyed glare. Kurt was not the only one who knew about the Latina's reputation. Artie also knew that you didn't pick a fight with Santana, who apparently had lived in Lima Heights Adjacent, so he slumped his shoulder and walked back to the couches in the corner.


So far, the photo shoot had went well, over her own expectations. She never expected the model to be this good, but, well, when she saw who the model was, she knew that it would be great nonetheless.

With only one outfit change left she decided to call down Dave to bring a little extra prop to the studio, that she herself had created.

"Dave!" Santana shouted up through the stairs, her voice echoing in the studio.

"Yes, Santana?" Dave shouted back from upstairs.

"Bring down the head!" Santana smirked towards Brittany, who's happy mood and big smile was suddenly replaced with confusion and her mouth formed like an 'o'-shape. She even looked a little scared.

"A head? What kind of head? I hope it isn't an animal head... or a human..." Brittany whispered out. She would never pose with anything like that, but she never thought that Santana would keep a real head in her house... or would she? She didn't really know her, she had just read a lot, like, a lot, about her in magazines and heard stuff from friends. But never had she read anything about her keeping heads in her house.

This caused Santana to giggle. Yes, she only ever giggled in the company of this blonde.

"Hey, we never spoke about having a head for this. Is that even legal?" Kurt piped in, raising an eyebrow. His hypothesis about the Latina having a bit different working ethics might be true after all...

"Geez, what the hell guys. Who do you think I am? A killer? If anything, I'm just a killer bitch." She exclaimed as the eyes staring at her widened. "Oh, and don't worry, you will see soon."

Tina had gladly helped Santana when she asked her for help when she had mentioned that she wanted to create a head for the shoot. She didn't know that it was Brittany who would be the model. But she had kept the blonde in her mind when she came up with the idea.

"You did an amazing job today. I just thought I'd give you a little treat." Santana winked at the blonde.

"Uhh..." was heard from the stairs. "Santana! Come and help me with this!"

"Hey! Aren't you a bear? I thought you'd be a little stronger..." Santana joked with Dave as she looked up through the staircase.

"You did not just say that! Come and get this before I drop it down on you!" he threatened.

"Oh no, you would not!" the Latina rushed up through the stairs to carry down the enormous head herself. "Hey! This isn't even heavy!"

"I know, I just didn't want to take the extra steps down there." Dave said and turned around to walk back to his computer.

"Lucky you that I don't have time for you right now!" she shouted after him as he walked away.


"Ihkkkk!" Brittany squealed." Oh my God!" she continued as she jumped up and down in excitement like a little girl on Christmas, clapping her hands between pointing at what Santana had just brought down the stairs.

"Wow." was the only word that Kurt said as he looked with big eyes at the enormous head.

"Oh my God..." Brittany repeated as she tried to calm herself down, still smiling wide and clapping her hands.

"That. Shit. Cray!" Artie said as he took a look at what his girlfriend found so exciting.

"That looks amazing. Great work, ms. Lopez." Emma said as she smiled towards the brunette.

"Thank you! I made it myself." Santana said with a proud look upon her face as she looked between the head in her arms and Brittany, who stood a couple of feet away. She couldn't help but smile as she saw the look upon Brittany's face, she looked ecstatic and happy beyond words.

"Can I," Brittany paused, her eyes gleaming in awe. "can I try it on?"

"Yeah, duhh!" Santana said, smiling back at the woman in front of her. "Since this is the final photos I guess we don't need to care for the makeup and hair?"

"No!" Brittany exclaimed quickly. "Gimme! I want to try it now!" she whined jokingly.

"Sure, baby girl." Santana said and gave Brittany her signature smirk.


Brittany was excited to say the least. She had never seen anything this amazing before. Something that oozed so much "Brittany". But this? This was pure Brittany. She assumed that she would enjoy and love all of the pictures taken before the last outfit change, after all, Santana had taken them! But the last one, it would be the best, the ultimate one. She would be in front of the camera, wearing a mask made by Santana, with Santana behind the camera. She had wanted to work with a colorful collection, even though Artie wasn't her first choice to fulfill that, she still got the opportunity. It was her dream to work and meet Santana again, and she got that too. Now, here was a new dream of hers, something she didn't know she was dreaming about until it was right in front of her. She had never even in her wildest imagination seen this happen. This would be a memory for life, for sure.

The girl she had dreamed about meeting again stood right in front of her, holding up an enormous papier-mâché mask that was supposed to fit on someone's head. It was a unicorn head. It looked realistic, smooth lines and nicely painted in white with colorful details.

"You did this for me?" Brittany said as she stared lovingly into Santana's eyes.

"Well, I didn't know who the model would be sooo..." Santana said as she stared right back into those blue eyes, smiling. However, she thought that she saw the blonde flinch at her words. I need to stop imagine things...

"Oh. Okay." Brittany said, a little hurt, but she still smiled widely. Nonetheless, this was amazing.

"But when I saw that it was you that I'd be photographing today, I thought that this definitely would suit you and your personality. Not everyone would get this excited over getting the opportunity to wear a unicorn head." She felt uncomfortable admitting all of this, but she also felt the urge to let it out. She had the blonde in mind when she created it, but being honest about that now, with the people around, that would be beyond awkward, not to forget mentioning a bit creepy. 'Well, yeah, me and Britt have met each other before, we spent an amazing night together once, I've not been able to forget about her ever since...' Yeah, no. That would definitely be awkward...

Brittany's eyes lit up at all of the new information that she had just been given. Does she know stuff about my personality? That unicorns are my favorite animal, like, ever? Remind myself to ask about that later...

"We should get ready, shall we?"


"Hey, Britt?" Santana carefully knocked a little on the unicorn head. "Can you breathe in there?"

"Yes. But. Uhm... Santana? Where are you?" Brittany reached around herself, struggling to find someone to hold on to. "These holes are tiny. I can't see anything." Brittany giggled.

"Oh, I'm here honey." Santana flinched as she heard Artie raise from his chair to walk over and help Brittany out.

Inside the mask, Brittany's face fell as she felt her boyfriend's hands touch her shoulders to walk her back to the set. She had specifically asked for Santana. She knew that she shouldn't be thinking these things since she had Artie, but she had wanted to feel Santana's touch so bad. Her soft skin against hers, feel the tingling sensation run through her whole body as they would touch. Just to graze her own fingertips over Santana's skin would be enough. To have Santana lead the way, not like Artie, who was more like pushing her forward from behind. She had never felt that want when she was around Artie. She didn't know Santana, but the way the woman made her feel...


"Oh my God, Britt. I still can't believe you're actually doing this right now. I can only imagine how you're feeling." Kurt said as he took out his phone for the billionth time to snap a picture of the scene in front of him. "I'm going to tweet this..." he mumbled as he type a short message on his phone.

"How do I look?" Brittany said teasingly as she put a hand on her hip and the other pointing into the camera.

"You look amazing babe." Artie said, trying to hold back on his words since he had noticed how the Latina reacted each time he interrupted. He didn't put that much thought on it though. You don't mess with that lady.

"Yes, you look super cool, Brittany." Emma said as she smiled at Brittany, even though she knew that the woman couldn't see it through her mask.

"Yeah, you look amazing. Work it!" Santana exclaimed. This caused the the blonde inside the big head to smile. "Yeah, continue like that. Put your head forward a bit."

Brittany did as she was told.

It was starting to get hot inside the unicorn head, like, super hot. Like, 'I can't breath hot'...

She began to feel nauseous and started to get a hard time breathing. Suddenly she couldn't, so she gasped for air as she tried to wave for help...

She felt her knees get weak under her. She had prepared herself to hit the floor, but right before she'd fall she felt strong arms hold her tight, smiling as she felt the softness, the rubbing thumbs. Through the small holes in the mask she saw who they belonged to... then everything turned black.

Santana had not been this worried since, well, she had never been this worried before. She felt this weird connection towards the woman she held in her arms, even though she didn't know her. It was weird. But she was worried, really worried.

The first thing they did was to take off the unicorn head, they even got it off in one piece. Then they quickly called Dave to come down and help lift Brittany to the couch. Dave was actually really strong.

Artie decided to go out and hunt for some water and something for her to eat when she would wake up. Kurt decided to sit by Brittany's side and dab a cold towel on Brittany's overheated skin, together with Santana who stroked the blonde's hair away from the red face, trying to calm herself down. Emma was pacing back and fourth while talking to herself, freaking out, not really used to this kind of things to happen. Not that any of them were used to people fainting.


Brittany could feel something cold on her forehead, but what really had awoken her was the touch of someone soothingly stroking her head. Her eyes opened slowly, trying to get used to the bright light in the room, she rubbed her eyes to get a clearer vision. She had no idea what was going on or where she was. Someone was stroking her hair and it felt really nice. She was about to doze off again when she heard a voice speak to her.

"Britt. Britt! Wake up..." She recognized that voice. Santana Lopez. Was it Santana who rubbed her head?

Suddenly a wave of memories came back to her. The photo shoot! The underwear, the flirting in between and during the outfit changes, the looks they had shared, the unicorn head... the arms around her waist... she remembered seeing those brown eyes looking worriedly at her through the mask, before everything turned black. Did I faint? How long was I gone? God, I feel exhausted. And this is kind of embarrassing too. In front of my friends... and Santana.

She tried to sit up properly, but a hand held her down.

"Britt. Try and stay calm, alright? Relax." Santana said in a soft tone as she looked at the woman who laid in front of her, who looked so vulnerable and weak. She herself got up from her seat. More like trying to get herself to relax.

"Yeah Britt. Everything will be fine." Kurt said as he brushed away some strands of hair that was covering Brittany's face.

"How long was I out?" Brittany finally mumbled out, still loud enough for Kurt to hear the question though.

"Not too long. Just a couple of minutes. We were really worried though." Kurt said as he took a knowingly glance over at Santana who nervously walked around in the room, turning off the soft boxes.

"Where's... where's Artie?"

"Oh, he went out to get some food for you. Apparently Santana didn't have anything in the fridge. But he should be back soon, don't worry." Kurt said, not really caring about where Artie was. He had never really liked the man either, due to obvious reasons. Artie cheated on one of his best friends, it was a valid reason not to like him.

Brittany didn't really care where Artie was either. All the thinking made her even more tired than she already was, and she felt her eyelids close once again as she fell asleep on the couch, with a certain Latina on her mind.


Brittany slept on the couch as Santana decided to try and calm herself down by looking through some of the pictures they had taken earlier.
They had ended up with a lot of different photos. It had been at least ten different outfit changes, different lighting settings and different poses. They had only been working for a few hours too, but with amazing result.
She was surprised to see that someone could pull off looking good in this kind of underwear. Like she had told herself a few days ago, this did look like something a little girl would wear. Then she remembered that it was Brittany, and Brittany would probably look good if she wore a trash bag.

Artie picked out some of his favorite photos as Kurt and Emma looked in awe at the different images in front of them. Dave had also come down to join them and to see the result. All of the pictures looked really good, even unedited, and Brittany had done an exceptional job in front of the camera, at least before she fainted.

Suddenly they heard a small groan from the couch and ten eyes suddenly averted from the computer screen to the woman who was about to wake up after a few hours of sleep.

"What time is it?" Brittany said in a low voice.

"It's a little over 7." Dave said as he looked down at his watch.

"Oh, we should get going." Kurt said as he looked a little concerned at his blonde friend.

"Yeah, I really need to go back home too." Emma said shyly, hoping not to sound too forward to move on after what had happened about two hours ago.

"Oh, okay." Santana said as she too looked with concerned eyes at Brittany who now sat up. "How are you feeling?" Santana said as she realized how stupid that sounded. Of course she didn't feel good.

"I'm fine, I think." Brittany said as she smiled at Santana, to let her know that she really was okay.

Artie and Kurt walked closer to Brittany to give her hugs and ask if she was okay to walk. Brittany said that she could walk, but as she stood up she felt a little nauseous, so Artie and Kurt helped holding her up as they slowly walked her up through the stairs and take her out to their cars.


The only thing she could think about as she felt her boyfriend and friend's arm around her was that they didn't feel like Santana's, and they weren't Santana's either. Stronger, definitely, at least in the sense of muscles, at least compared to Artie's. But not as strong as in the sense of how many different feelings that had been awoken inside of her when Santana had held her in her strong arms. As Artie and Kurt helped her get up through the stairs and out to the car that she would take to get back into the city, she turned her head around. She was met with those captivating brown eyes looking back at her a few feet away. She could feel butterflies in her stomach. She just wanted to run back to Santana, into her arms and hold her tight. Thank her for not letting her hit her head, thank Santana for not letting her fall. However, deep down, Brittany knew that it was too late, because she had already fallen...

"Hey, Santana. Even after the circumstances," she hovered her hand in front of her to show what she meant. "I must say that I've never felt this fuzzy after a shoot." Brittany said, smiling.

"Very funny. Ha-ha." Santana said sarcastically. "I feel really bad though. I shouldn't have brought down that head for you." she said as she looked down, blaming herself that the blonde had fainted.

"Oh, stop. The unicorn was the best part of the day!" Well, second best, after meeting you again... "It's really not your fault. I'll blame myself. I should've just told you when it got too hot in there." Brittany said as she kept smiling. "Hey guys, I can take a few steps alone, I think." she said as the arms holding her let go so she could walk forward to Santana.

The gap between them got smaller and Santana gulped. She felt relieved that Brittany could walk without help. Even after fainting and sleeping for two hours she look amazing...

"Hi." Brittany said as she smiled towards Santana, they stood right in front of each other now.

"Hello." Santana said and smirked.

"Today was really amazing. Don't blame yourself for anything." the blonde said as she stared into Santana's eyes and reached her arm out to touch the Latina's arm to stroke it, to show that she truly meant every word she said, this made Santana cock her eyebrow in a 'You don't need to say this'-way, but Santana also averted her gaze to look at the hand that was rubbing on her arm. "Hey," the Latina met the blue eyes again, "I mean it." she said and stopped her stroking to slap Santana's arm instead. "Actually, it was an honor to work with you and I hope we can do it again someday." I really wish you were my personal photographer, you made me feel so safe and happy today...

"It was an honor to work with you too, Britt." Santana said before she continued, "and I also hope that we will work together again one day." she said as she felt her heart beat faster. "It was lovely meeting you," Santana said before leaning in for a long hug, "again." she whispered as she rubbed the back of the blonde, hoping to make her feel a little better.

Brittany nearly thought that her heart would stop when she heard it. But Santana didn't look fazed, like she hadn't noticed the words that came out of her own mouth. Again. It was her confirmation. Santana had remembered her. She knew that the woman had been with many other's before, and most likely after her, as well and the thought of it made her heart tighten. But this meant that she had in fact remembered her, her. Not some other woman.

Their little moment got interrupted by Artie who had come back from helping Emma loading the car with the bags that they had brought with them.

"Hey, Santana," he began. "Thank you for taking care of my Britt while I went out to get food." Artie said. Santana could feel her chest tighten, 'my Britt'...

"No, no. It's fine, I understand that you had to get something for her." She suddenly felt really angry, she even wanted to hit him, she preferred using words rather than being physical when it came to this though. She really thought he was a major douche before, but to leave his girlfriend in a situation like that. I could've gone out to get food while he took care of her. Not that I wanted to leave her side... and I don't want to imagine them together like that either...

"Well, actually... I'd like to invite you to a little gathering, as a thank you." Artie continued, oblivious to the Latina's clenched fists and slightly upset facial expression. "We, the cast of Fashion Lies Everywhere, always have viewing parties every Tuesday. I guess Britt won't go tonight, but we would love for you to join us next week." he smiled at her genuinely. "Unless you already got plans?"

Brittany looked at Santana expectantly...


A/N: Will she accept or decline, that's the question...