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A little treat for everyone who's still nursing a hangover. Happy Halloween! :)


The ride home was pleasant. In a way.

Sure, there was the obvious, awkward tension brought by the kiss earlier but then again, no one dared to talk about it. The whole way, they talked about the most random of things except, of course, the kiss. Frustrating as it may be, no one wants to be the one to bring it up for fear that they wouldn't know what to say to the other. Or more of how to say what they feel about the whole thing.

"Oh gosh. I'm so tired." Brittany groans as she stretches her legs by the driver's seat during a red light. It's been a few hours of driving between them so far and her legs can't be more thankful enough that she's only a few blocks away from dropping of Santana.

"Yeah. So am I. My body's about to fall off from my head." Santana sighs and glances at her watch to see that it's awfully late already. Later than they have anticipated in arriving back home. Seeing the present circumstances, a thought pops in her head. For a few seconds, she weighs the pros and cons like an idiot and although hesitant about it, she decides to go for the obvious direction. Something that they always do whenever this kind of thing happens.

"Hey, Britt. Do you want to just- you know.." She utters and hesitates at the last second to finish her sentence. Kind of weird since they've done this literally hundreds of times before. And then this.

"Do what?"

"You know... Sleepover?" The brunette replies with an awkward grin.

Brittany gives her a curious look before turning her attention back on the road. "Uhmm.. Sure."

"'Sure' no choice? Or like 'Sure' why not?" Santana leans closer and tries to dissect that single word repeatedly in her mind.

"What?" Brittany chuckles at her best friend's antics. "I meant that as 'Sure' I'd love to, San. It's been a while since we've done a sleepover. Besides, I'm so tired and want nothing more than to rest my back."

Sure. If she didn't know any better, it's her way of trying to prove to herself that being alone with Santana overnight won't make any difference with their friendship. That it really won't be awkward at all. That her friendship with Santana greatly outweighs those of her feelings for the girl. Or so she thought.

On the other hand, Santana's heart jumps a little of joy. Maybe it's because they've rarely spent some alone time with each other for a while now with all that's been going on. She's kind of relieved in a way that she'll get to have her best friend to herself just for a little bit. If she's going to be honest, she missed spending time with the blonde like this. Just being themselves.

"Cool. I'll have the red carpet ready for you then." The brunette quips and Brittany rolls her eyes as they laugh like nothing changed.

They arrived at Santana's apartment building not long after. The struggle to unload their luggage and go up the brunette's place is so freaking real, they literally had their eyes closed the whole time during the elevator ride.

"So, is there anything new that you've done to your place?" Brittany mutters under her breath as they walk the remaining steps towards the girl's apartment.

"Well, I bought a console."

"Console? Like a gaming console?"

"Yep. I haven't used it though." Santana utters with a grin as she opens the door to unveil her apartment. A perfectly decorated and spacious one bedroom apartment with a rustic design composed of soft red, white, and wood interior. It's basically like a high end bachelorette's pad, thanks to Santana's high paying job in advertising.

"I see that nothing has changed. Your place still looks like a sex den." Brittany comments with a smirk as she settles herself and stretches her legs by the couch, making herself feel at home.

"For the last time, it's not a sex den, okay?"

"Right. Just a completely normal apartment in which you've brought home tens, if not hundreds of women and proceeded to have the physical pleasure of heaven brought onto them and into your own. I'm getting the symptoms of Yeast Infection just by sitting on your couch."

Santana rolls her eyes and grabs the both of them a glass of water. "Everything had been cleaned before we got here and I don't know what you're talking about, Goldilocks."

"I'm sure you do, Selma Hayek." The blonde counters back and downs the glass of water in almost three gulps. "Oh gosh, thanks San. Now all I need is a massage and I'm good." She jests.

"I'd oblige to your demand only if this massage involves a happy ending." Santana says with a smirk and scoots beside Brittany on the couch.

"You wish, San." The blonde leans towards Santana, resting her head on the girl's shoulder. "My legs are killing me." She adds, groaning.

"Your legs, huh? What time do they open, baby?" Santana moves a little and motions to lift both of the blonde's legs onto her lap while Brittany just chuckles and relax in her place.

"They open at the same time I kick your head and break your neck, 'baby'."

"Ooh… A little fight in you, I like that." Santana voices out with a big smirk, proceeding to massage her best friend's right lower leg.

"I know. That's why you love me, right?" Brittany utters innocently but almost instantly regrets it when she realizes what she just said and Santana's surprised face doesn't really help that much to makes her feel at ease. Then the thing she had dreaded the most to happen just had to happen.

It becomes awkward. Fucking awkward.

Upon realizing the close proximity of their bodies, Santana instantly lets go of Brittany's leg and looks at a nonexistent being on her left while the blonde immediately sits upright and scoots to the rightmost side of the black leather couch, pretending to be busy about something random.

Just freaking great.

Brittany contemplates for a minute if this is the right time to bring up the thing about the kiss earlier. It won't hurt, wouldn't it? They're alone. Sober. Tired but functioning. So, it might probably be a good time to talk about it. Right?

"San, I think we should talk abo-"

"Hey, how about we try the new console?" Santana exclaims as she shoots up from the couch, disregarding Brittany's words as if she didn't hear anything.

"But I was thinki-"

"Oh! I have the new NBA game! Let's try it out!" The brunette adds and hands her a controller, acting all oblivious.

Brittany sighs deeply. She knows Santana well enough to say that it's a hopeless case once those walls have come up. They've been in more fights than she can bother to count with regard to pushing the brunette on talking about something. Maybe she really doesn't want to discuss things right now. Or isn't ready to.

"Sure. But don't cry when I beat you, Lopez." Brittany jests as she musters a fake smile.

"You wish, Pierce."

"That rhymes, doesn't it?"

"Shut up and play, B." Santana chuckles and hands a controller down the blonde's way. Trying to act all confident when all she wants to do is cuddle up with Brittany and tell the girl how she really feels about her.

After changing into some comfortable clothing and what must have been an hour of gaming, mostly with Brittany winning everything they've played so far, the toll of a hard day's work finally takes it upon them.

"How about we call it a night, B?" Santana utters, yawning after.

"Yeah, I think you're right. Just let me finish this one game then I'm good to go." Brittany says with her eyes still on the screen.

"Oh, c'mon. You've dunked on LeBron James for the fifth time already. Let's call it a night. I wanna slee-" The brunette gets cut off by a ringing sound. She looks at her phone to see that it's her receptionist and excuses herself, getting ignored by a screaming Brittany pulling an alley oop on Kevin Love.

Well, that's what she thought because as soon as she goes to the kitchen to answer the call, Brittany starts to lose the game. All because of trying to eavesdrop on who Santana's talking to. Her bird's eye focus from a while ago has now gone and she's still not getting anything. Kind of unusual for her because she's never done this before, so maybe attribute it to best friend jealousy or some crap like that.

"What happened to your game?" Santana speaks out as she walks back to the couch after her less than a minute phone call.

"H-Huh?"

"A while ago you were leading by 10 points, now you're behind by 5. It's not like I was gone that long."

"U-Uh.. LeBron James sucks, that's why." The blonde counters and clears her throat. "So, who was that?" What?! Why would you ask that? You're too obvious!, Brittany thinks.

"It's my receptionist. She just confirmed about my plus one for tomorrow." Santana shrugs and lies comfortably on the couch, going as far as resting her feet on Brittany's lap, making the latter flinch a little.

Feelings. Why must they ruin everything? If this were a few months ago, they would've cuddled like nothing's wrong.

"Wait. Plus one for what?"

"The work party I told you about before that you agreed to be my date on? It's tomorrow night. Well, technically later since it's past midnight already." The brunette mumbles then yawns heartily.

"Hold up. Don't we also have that charity thing at the Hummels' the day after?"

"Yeah. I feel like a rockstar with such a busy schedule." Santana adds with a chuckle. "I already have a dress for both occasions, courtesy of one Lucy Caboosey."

"Oh no. I haven't shopped for anything at all."

"Don't worry about it. She has everything ready for you too, if I'm not mistaken. I don't know how but Q said that she got it for free from her client who's an up and coming designer. Though she expects it to be returned when she gets back in shape."

"We're not going to return it, aren't we?" Brittany says with a smirk.

"Hell no. It's labelled!" The brunette adds and they both laugh.

Brittany missed this. If she's going to be honest, she missed this calm vibe between them since lately it's been nothing but a bunch of questions about their feelings for each other and the sexual tension that's been multiplied by a hundred than it normally is. Seeing that her opponent is beating her in the most humiliating way, she decides to quit playing after a few minutes and turn the whole thing off after much frustration.

"Hey, San. I'm done let's go slee-" Brittany cuts herself off upon taking a glance at a sleeping Santana. She doesn't consciously stop talking. It just so happens that the cute scene before her just takes the words out of her mouth and renders her speechless. How can anyone look so stunning when they are sleeping? Santana's flawless caramel skin together with her calm, incredibly beautiful face and a body that's to die for. Wow. Just wow. For all Brittany knows, she looks like a mess when she's sleeping. Maybe even some drool on the side of her mouth for good measure.

As if on auto-pilot, she slowly removes Santana's feet on her lap and scoots closer to the girl's body just by the waist. She's not trying to be a creep but she can't help but admire the brunette's beautiful face. Brittany evem smiles to herself when Santana's eyebrows scrunch a little as she pushes a stray hair behind the girl's ear.

Then those lips. Don't even get her started on that one.

Brittany knows deep inside that she has feelings for Santana. No matter how hard she tries to deny it. No matter how hard she tries to think otherwise. No matter how much she tries to teach herself that she can't. There's just nothing she can't do about it. She has feelings for her best friend and maybe now's the right time to admit it. Or act on it.

Like a fool, she leans closer to Santana's face. She knows that it's probably creepy in a way but it's not like she could stop herself. Ever since the show ended today, all that's been on her mind is that kiss earlier and how much she wants to do it again. And again. Maybe more. When she's about three inches away from Santana's face, she notices the brunette's phone lighting up from the table which stops her from doing anything more.

It's out of curiosity when she decides to take a peek at who it is. It's not like it's an invasion of privacy. Maybe it's someone important that it's worth waking up Santana or whatever. So, when she presses the home button on the brunette's phone, it disappoints her to see, that-. Fuck that. It pains her to see that a preview of the message is from one of those girls that Santana had slept with before. And the message indicates that it's been a while that they have but the booty call still remains the same.

Brittany purses her lips together as she takes a glance at a peacefully sleeping Santana. Maybe those newly admitted feelings to herself are directed towards the wrong person. She's known her best friend as a player for the longest time and maybe that's why she's been hesitant on falling for her. That maybe those feelings would go to waste and hurt her so bad she doesn't think she'll able to recover.

She sighs deeply this time and stands up to face the sleeping girl on the couch. Brittany contemplates what to do for a bit. Should she stay or should she go? It pains her that she had to see that but there's nothing she could do now, right? Well, there is. Instead of walking away and never looking back, she slowly motions to pick up Santana from the couch and carefully carry the girl towards the bedroom and into the king-sized bed. Brittany decides that's enough for now and maybe she should go home instead. She stands up from the bed once again, taking one last glance at Santana before finally deciding to go home. Maybe sleeping this one out would try to erase the pain that she feels right now. Or even the memory of it.

"Stay." Santana's raspy voice whispers and grabs her hand, making Brittany stop in her tracks.

Brittany looks back to see the brunette looking at her with pleading eyes. The blonde doesn't even think about it or once again juggle the pros and cons because just with those puppy eyes that she can't resist, she nods and relents to the request, bringing a lazy smile to Santana's face. Brittany, without hesitation, jumps into bed and cuddles with Santana under the covers.

Once they get settled to their positions, everything shuts down. No more thinking. No more questions. They relax in each other's embrace and fall asleep in record time. It's kind of funny to them because in almost every sleepover they've had, this is their default sleeping position. And with the added tension and the like, it just feels so good to have that someone you care so bad for cuddling next to you. Falling asleep with you.

The last thing on Brittany's mind before they fell asleep was that maybe falling for Santana wasn't a bad thing at all. Just maybe.


Upon waking up the afternoon after, they decide to go their separate ways for a bit after having lunch. With Brittany dropping off some papers at work and Santana running some errands for herself. But in all honesty, they would have wanted to do all those things together were it not for the much needed space between them. Literally an hour more and they would combust with the magnified sexual tension in the room. Then again, they also take this free time to prepare for that boring work party of Santana's later in which the latter cannot be more thankful that Brittany agreed to accompany her and be her date. Not like a date date. Just a date. Like, you know. A companion to survive a boring night. Yeahhh.

"Right on schedule, aren't we? I think I regret giving you a key." Quinn comments nonchalantly upon hearing Santana enter their apartment.

"Oh please, you love me. Blame yourself for being so good on doing eyebrows and being one of my best friends." The brunette replies with a shrug as she settles herself beside Quinn by the couch, her attention directed on her phone upon seeing a message from Brittany.

From Brittany: Hey San, how many tickles does it take to make an octopus laugh?

Santana smirks at her friend's silliness but decides to play along for the meantime without trying to act too obvious.

To Brittany: How many?

"Or just plain lazy." Quinn quips, subtly eavesdropping on the brunette's phone.

"Whatever, Q." Santana rolls her eyes then notices that nobody's around. "Where's Beth? Everybody? Aren't you supposed to be supervised 24/7 now since you're due date is in a week?"

"Santana, I'm pregnant, not disabled." Quinn adds and gestures to face the brunette while reaching for a make-up kit that she prepared a while ago. "I knew you were coming so they went to get ice cream and Chinese takeaway for dinner a couple of blocks away."

Santana gives her a questioning look as she mirrors Quinn's position then goes back to her phone when she receives another message. "Wait. How did you know I was coming? And who's 'they'?"

"The person you've been texting nonstop."

From Brittany: TENtickles! Get it? Tentacles!

"Huh?" Santana looks up laughing and breaking out into a dopey grin that she can't get off her face. It's not her fault that Brittany's adorably dorky with her text messages and come on, the joke was absolutely funny! But oh- she forgot for a second that Quinn's talking to her. "W-What did you say?"

Quinn rolls her eyes and points to her phone. "Brittany, of course."

"O-Oh. It's j-just, you know. Best friend stuff."

"Uh-huh. Sure, S." Quinn remarks with a big smirk, directing the brunette to put her phone away so she can start. "Besides, you just missed them not more than five minutes ago."

Santana nods and hesitantly obliges to her friend's demand so they can start. "W-Well, I can't say I missed her. I mean, we spent the night together after the show yesterday. So, I don't thi-"

"Woah! Hold the fuck up! You spent the night together? Like together together?" Quinn exclaims excitedly and Santana's eyes immediately open wide.

"W-What? N-No! She just stayed over because we were both really tired from the trip! Nothing more!"

"I find that hard to believe with you being yourself. I mean, you've practically slept with half of Manhattan. So, just be honest with me on this one and I won't judge."

"With all that shit you just said about me being me, I find it hard to believe that you won't judge me. Or already have. You should run for court politics or something. You'd make a great judge, judger."

Quinn laughs and stares at her for a good second, trying to determine the best way to go with this if she wants to get an answer from her stubborn friend. "Fine. Shots have been fired but I think you know what I mean. So, did you?"

"No! We didn't, okay?" Santana snaps and rolls her eyes at her pregnant friend. "Brittany's different. She's amazing. I-I just c-can't." She adds and looks down, deep in thought.

Quinn contemplates on pushing it but seeing Santana so defeated like this, ultimately decides that now is not really the right time so she shrugs it off instead. "Okay. But just so you know, when I said that 'missed' thing, I meant that they just left not more than five minutes ago, not like… You know…"

Santana purses her lips and clears her throat, trying to compose herself from the conversation's sudden turn. "So, shall we start?"

After a while of getting ready, Quinn and Santana are almost finally done with everything. Quinn is in the process of zipping Santana's little black slash neck dress from the back when the brunette finally catches on with a familiar tune that's been repeatedly playing for the last few minutes.

"What is that song? It's catchy."

"Oh. It's Beth's favorite song right now so it's been playing nonstop. It's called 'I won't say I'm in love' from Hercules."

Santana nods and walks towards the wall-to-floor mirror from the side to check herself out. "I like it. It's sassy and well, nice."

"Yeah. I love it, especially the lyrics. Like how the girl keeps on denying that she's in love with someone but she knows deep inside that she's madly in love. Like head over heels in love but just in denial. Did I say in love?" Quinn adds with a smirk as she trains her eyes on Santana who takes a quick glance at her.

"Not enough for your taste, I think."

Quinn sarcastically chuckles and approaches her to fix something on her dress. "Yeah. I guess I'm just caught up with the song so much, especially the chorus." She adds and proceeds to sing it, irking Santana a little.

"Stop it before I get that song stuck in my head, Q." The brunette replies nonchalantly as she reaches for her phone to check a message from Brittany a while ago.

Brittany: I'm all done! On my way to pick you up, beautiful :)

"Good. Then maybe you'll realize it's meant for you."

"Hmm? W-What was that?" Santana almost chokes with her words because of those damn butterflies in her stomach. Come on, who wouldn't smile with that kind of message.

Quinn sighs and just shakes her head at her dumbfounded friend. It almost makes her puke with how whipped Santana is being right now. She doesn't have to know that though.

Just like clockwork, the front door opens to unveil Puck and Beth entering the apartment.

"Aunt Tana!" The kid cries out and excitedly runs towards Santana who welcomes her with open arms and a wide grin. "You look like a Disney princess again! Are you sure you're not a Disney princess? You can sing well too!"

"I think I actually am a Disney princess, kiddo."

"Looking great, Lopez." Puck comments with a big grin and receives an eye roll instead.

"So, did you enjoy your ice cream?"

"I sure did! Aunt Britty ate a lot of ice cream with me!"

Santana instantly finds herself grinning at the sound of the blonde's name. Even if she tries hard to hide it, the smirk on the couple in front of her tells her that it's too late for that. So, instead of embarrassing herself any further, she stands up straight and fixes her dress. "So, where is she?"

"Oh. She split up with us after getting ice cream to get herself ready. And since it took us forever to get my wife's craving of Chinese takeaway, I'm sure she'll be here any minute now." Puck voices out and Santana just nods in reply.

Then, speak of the devil- Wait, scratch that. Speak of the angel, Brittany enters the apartment looking like the fucking angel that she is in a red, sexy cut-out sleeveless skater dress with black stiletto pumps that show off those amazing long legs. In short, she looks like she just fell down from heaven and decided to grace everyone in the apartment with her otherworldly presence.

Oh. My. God.

"Hey, guys." Brittany greets them with the most beautiful smile.

Words. What are words?

It must have been a complete minute with nobody in the room speaking. No one. At all. Everyone is just as awestruck as Santana by the beauty that is Brittany Pierce in front of them.

"Wow, San. Y-You look so beautiful. That's an understatement. You're stunning. Stunningly amazing. I-I mean, if there's a term like that or something." Brittany rambles just a feet or two away in front of the brunette, slowly turning red in the process.

Initializing. That's what Santana's brain is doing right now.

"W-Wha- W-What? Oh! Y-Yeah. T-Thanks, Britt. You as w-well. B-Beautiful, r-really." Santana barely manages to croak out. If she's going to want to survive this night with her heart still in place and vagina intact, then she needs to get herself together.

"Wow. I have Disney princesses for aunts!" Beth chimes in and the situation seemingly lightens up as they all chuckle.

"Mommy is a Disney princess too and so are you, honey." Brittany quips and gracefully crouches to give the kid a hug, unveiling a long vertical slit behind the upper part of her dress.

"Oh for the love of God." Santana mutters under her breath upon seeing the visible skin that almost sends her to oblivion.

"What was that?" The radio host asks innocently.

"W-What? N-No. Nothing. Ready to go?" She replies then clears her throat and tries to recover. She cannot believe how such a simple image could send her into overdrive. Plus, the catchy Disney fucking song that's been blaring throughout the whole apartment a while ago and until now isn't really helping at all. It's on a freaking loop and the continuous words of 'who d'you think you're kidding, he's the earth and heaven to you. Try to keep it hidden, honey we can see right through you…" is seriously getting through her. It's as if those damn muses are talking directly to her.

Brittany nods and they bid their thank you and goodbyes to the Puckermans, gathering their stuff in the process. When they're almost out the door, Santana hears Quinn calling for her and stops in her tracks to take a peek behind the door.

"What was that, Q?"

"Don't die!" Quinn comments with a smirk. Santana doesn't reply and just rolls her eyes as she shuts the door on her way out.

"What did Quinn say, San?"

Santana glances at Brittany to reply like any normal person but once again, she's almost rendered speechless by how beautiful the girl is. "S-She said, 'have fun and take care'."

Brittany smiles and subtly checks out Santana in the process, almost getting caught at her leering. Santana takes a deep breath and gathers herself for a second as they wait for the elevator to reach their floor in silence. When it arrives though, something she fears happens and she suddenly finds herself humming the song from a while ago, the lyrics almost bombarding her with their meaning.

Fuck.


"This is really boring, San."

An hour into this work party and they're just bored out of their minds. As much as they are both trying to get themselves into this, it's just not going to happen. It must be the fact that they have been so distracted with how stunning the other looks that any effort of trying to focus on anything else won't happen.

For Santana, the struggle has been quite real and she's borderline suffering in the best possible way of being subjected to the heaven sent angel that is Brittany Pierce. And a minute upon arriving at the party, she knew that based from all the heads that turned towards their direction that tonight's not going to be an easy one. So, she decided to play it cool and be her normal self. Santana was selfish with Brittany's attention back then and surprised at herself right now, she's going to be more selfish with the blonde than ever. Not just the girl's attention. But Brittany as a whole. Her Brittany.

Things with Brittany, on the other hand, isn't really going that well too. She's been trying hard not to leer and check out her best friend too much but it's been so difficult because have you seen Santana? The woman's a goddess in that dress! What more under that- Anyway, so far that they've arrived, it pisses her off that everyone who's been in contact with them had been trying to flirt with Santana. She doesn't want that. She hates it. So, for the past hour, she's been trying to act cool but wants nothing more than to get out of here and keep Santana to herself. Her Santana.

"I know. I'm thankful that you're here though. At least I get to check you out." Santana jests and almost regrets saying it were it not for Brittany's warm reception like it's totally normal. Well yeah, it is normal. Must be the nerves.

"Oh, please. Everyone's been trying to flirt with you ever since we got here."

"What can I say?" Santana smirks and receives an eye roll from Brittany.

"Lopez!" A big, burly woman in a suit exclaims, making Santana turn around who instantly grins at the familiar face.

"Shannon! I was beginning to wonder where you were. Enjoying the party?"

"I know. This party's rocking! And so are you and your date!" She happily utters then glance at Brittany, holding out a hand. "Don't worry, I'm not hitting on anyone. I'm straight as a duck pole on a rainy night!" She adds and Brittany squints her eyes trying to understand what the fuck she just heard.

Santana laughs heartily and moves closer beside Brittany, placing her hand on the girl's lower back which sends goosebumps all over the blonde's body. "Beiste, this is Brittany Pierce. Britt, this is Shannon Beiste, one of the few people I don't hate at work."

"U-Uh.. Hi." Brittany utters shyly then clears her throat. "It's so nice to meet you, Shannon."

"It's so nice to meet you too. You are glowing! Like a glow in the dark stick in a black night! No wonder everyone's been talking about the both of you. How long have you been together?"

Brittany's eyes open wide and finds herself at a loss for words, turning to Santana for help instead. "W-Well, w-we're not exactly to-

"Not that long." Santana replies confidently while Brittany gives her a questioning look. "We've been friends for a long time and we really haven't dated that long."

Shannon nods and chugs the wine glass on her hand in one go. "Ah. I didn't know Santana does that old friends to lovers thing. But then again, early's only late if you make tomorrow yesterday!" Shannon pauses for a second while Brittany tries to make sense of that last part. "Good for you and your supermodel girlfriend, Lopez. Congratulations on that latest client and big ass bonus! Drown yourselves with alcohol!" She adds before disappearing somewhere without letting Santana and Brittany react.

"Okay. What was that? What did she say? I didn't understand a thing." The blonde speaks out, visibly confused with everything that happened within the last five minutes.

"That's how she normally speaks. Like Shakespeare on crack or something." Santana replies then grabs Brittany's hand and leads her to the dance floor where a couple of people are dancing along to the band's cover of 'At Last'. She knows that she'd been hesitant and to be honest, a big coward. She even took it upon herself like it's her mission in life not to talk about her feelings and that kiss but then again, maybe she just needs to do things at her own pace instead of being pressured by everyone.

"And I said that so she would tell everybody else because I don't want anyone hitting on you." Santana adds as she guides her best friend's hands onto both sides of her waist while wrapping her arms around Brittany's neck, all the more surprising the latter with her sudden actions.

Brittany takes a deep breath and tries to catch up with everything's that been happening so far. "W-Well, it's not like someone will, San."

Santana chuckles and pulls Brittany tighter and closer to her. "Oh, Britt. Everyone here has been wanting to talk to you since we arrived. If it weren't for me, they would be all over you right now."

"Why? Are they afraid of you?"

"I put the fear of God upon them as long as I'm within a mile radius."

Brittany actually laughs at that remark and this time, leads Santana into the slow dance. "So, I guess I should be thankful that you're around, huh?"

"Maybe." Santana says through a small smile. "Unless you want them to then I'll leave you alone."

"Nah, I don't want that."

"Why?"

"Because I only want to be with you." Brittany states confidently partnered with that sweet, sweet smile that knocks Santana off her feet.

Oh, boy. Breathe, Santana. Breathe, bitch.

"W-Well, that's good since I don't want them getting close to you either, Britt." Santana mutters under her breath, this time their faces are only a couple of inches apart.

"Why?"

"Because you're mine and I'm yours, B."

Brittany tries to remove the dopey grin on her face, it's difficult as fuck and seriously impossible because she fails miserably at it. Oh, Santana. How dare she make Brittany's legs feel like jelly.

"Really, San?"

"Yes, babe. You're the only one and I'm so yours. All yours."

If the butterflies in their stomachs weren't rioting a while ago, this time it's full time chaos because this is so much more than they could handle. None of them are entirely sure but it's as if they've told each other how they feel in the most indirect way possible.

Brittany's grin widens even more, it's possibly the widest she's even grinned in her life. So does Santana. So, instead of saying or doing anything to ruin the moment, they both stay silent and just savor the music and the perfect moment.

Literally perfect.


They made a decision to call it a night not long after.

Instead of hailing a cab like they always do, they decide to wing it and just a walk the remaining blocks away from Brittany's apartment. Because one, it's close enough. Two, a lot of people are still out since it's a Saturday. And three, it's a great chance to hold hands with each other on the way back.

The whole walk has been quiet so far with just the occasional glance and smiling to each other along the way. Brittany is so overjoyed right now because who would have thought that she'd hear something like that from Santana? Moreover, who would have thought that she'd ever relent herself from saying something like that and those feelings actually be reciprocated? It's amazing and simply the stuff that's only seen in movies. She's probably living in one with the rate this is going.

On the other hand, it's almost unbelievable for Santana that baring her heart out like that a while ago was easy, almost effortless for her. Maybe because it's Brittany we're talking about here. She's known the girl half her life now and never in her wildest of dreams would she ever thought that she'd say that to anyone. Anyone at all. She's pride herself too much of being the non-commitment type to say something romantic like that. And you know what? It felt good for her to say something like that to the most important person in her life. It felt so right and so good that she doesn't even regret it one bit.

"So, we're finally here…" Santana trails off, stopping in front of Brittany's apartment building.

"Yeah." The blonde replies with a sigh, unsure on how to go about this since she doesn't want to end the night yet.

"So, uhmm…"

"Y-Yeah, I guess this is-"

"Can I walk you to your door?" Santana blurts out in a hurry, just anything to keep Brittany with her some more.

Brittany breaks out into a grin and running out of things to say as well, only nods in response.

The whole way to her apartment was as silent as the one going to her building. It's weird in a way because it's not like they're being awkward about it, it's more of them trying to figure out what to say to each other and what to do in this situation.

"This is me, San." Brittany utters when they reach her front door and proceeds to unlock it. Does she invite Santana inside? How do they end this night? Kiss on the cheek? Hug? Argh. So many questions and thinking going on inside her head.

Santana doesn't know what to do either. And like reflex for her being a coward with her feelings and not knowing the next move to this dance, just goes with whatever she can.

"Goodnight, Britt." She adds, noticing the disappointment on Brittany's face as she starts to walk away. But before the voices in her head get the chance to scream at her for being a chicken, or the thought of regretting her actions kick in, and prior to taking another step further, Brittany stops her immediately then turns her around and pulls her close.

Pulls her into a kiss. A long awaited kiss.

Santana's surprised face might say it all, a small part of her even wants to break away knowing where this is headed but then again, this is something she has wanted and desired for the longest time now. No matter how much she'd try to fight it, her body makes the decision for herself and goes into autopilot when she starts kissing Brittany back with all she's got.

No stage. No acts. Just them being in their most vulnerable state.

Brittany doesn't waste any more time though. She leads Santana inside her apartment and takes control when she pushes the girl against her door, shutting it effectively and never once pulling their lips apart. When they do separate from each other after a minute or two to breathe a little from all the intense kissing, Santana takes it as a time to take everything about Brittany. This is so different. This is a whole other level of intimacy for Santana. She never knew how much she'd wanted to do this until now.

"Stay." Brittany whispers with a husky voice, eyes still trained on Santana and never breaking eye contact.

Santana doesn't hesitate even one bit this time. Instead of answering and screwing this up, she proceeds to lock Brittany's front door then looks back at those usually light blue eyes that has now turned into a darker shade. Santana smiles as she leans closer once again to kiss Brittany passionately, deeper and more tender this time as she leads them both to the bedroom.

I'm in love, both of them thought in almost unison.


May or may not update this Thursday :)