Author's note: Well after that rather long hiatus, I'm back, and I don't plan on abandoning this story even if there's only two people reading it. So my apologies for taking so long to update.. I hope this chapter doesn't disappoint any of you. I know I already said this but in case any of you wanted to contact me on Tumblr regarding the story my url is the-songbird-of-nightbird so yeah. =)


Santana POV

"Why Quinn?" Rachel asks as we enter my apartment. After giving me Quinn's number Rachel immediately suggested that we should head back to my apartment and call her from there. The entire way up the stairs Rachel was dead silent, which for Rachel isn't something that happens quite often.

"Well, Blaine thinks I like her. And well Blaine, being the annoying little hobbit he is, hinted to Quinn that I like her." I say simply with a shrug. Rachel scowls.

"Last time I checked… Quinn is straight." Rachel snaps.

"I wouldn't be too sure about that. Quinn has some major L.P." I say pointedly. Rachel glares at me.

"What does that even mean?" Rachel says angrily.

"Lesbian potential… Come on Berry you hang out with Lady Hummel quite often… you should know the lingo by now." I say jokingly. Rachel continues to glare at me. "What's up with you? You look like Gandalf just kicked you out of the shire or something…" I say.

"Can you just stop Santana?" Rachel says angrily. I shoot her a questioning look. "Just because you can bring Quinn as your date doesn't necessarily mean you should." Rachel says sternly.

"If I do recall correctly you said that it might work to fix this whole situation with Brittany." I say.

"Yeah but that doesn't mean you just get to use Quinn as a stupid pawn in your game!" Rachel exclaims.

"What the hell are you talking about?" I ask. Rachel scoffs.

"Oh please Santana you know exactly what I'm talking about! You say that you're only going to bring Quinn as a date to show Brittany that you're not actually interested in her but in reality you're just using Quinn to make Brittany jealous! And well Quinn deserves better!" Rachel retorts. "I mean I've always known that you're a total bitch, but I always thought there was at least a little bit of decency in you! But you know what… you're absolutely pathetic!" Rachel yells.

"What the fuck did you just say to me?" I say slowly while trying to control my anger.

"I said, and I quote… you're absolutely pathetic. I mean take a good look at yourself Santana! If you keep at what you're doing you're going to end a marriage. A marriage, Santana not some high school relationship that lasts barely over a week. Marriage is 'Till death do us part' and well if you can't respect that then well…. you're just a home wrecker." Rachel says. I fight the urge to slap her and simply turn to look her straight in the eye.

"Rachel, I'm honestly this close to slapping you, but since I feel nice today I've been trying hard not to. But if you want me to slap you then go ahead and keep insulting me, but if you don't want me to then well pack your bags and leave." I say seriously. Rachel's face goes from being in absolute rage to being in total shock.

"What?" She says in a confused tone. "You're kicking me out?" She asks.

"You just came here out of the blue and decided you live here. You don't pay rent, you annoy me, and you also have the guts to insult me. I honestly don't give an actual fuck about what you think of me, but after all I've done for you, you should be grateful. So yes, Rachel I am kicking you out. I've absolutely had enough." I say angrily. Rachel glares at me and takes a deep breath.

"Fine," She says dramatically. She turns around, grabs her suitcase, and begins to throw all of her stuff into it. She quickly finishes and walks towards the door. She opens it and puts her suitcase out in the hall. Before she closes the door she looks at me seriously and says, "Good luck finding a job because starting tomorrow you officially don't have one." I laugh sarcastically and slowly clap my hands.

"Wow… and you say I'm pathetic… you're firing me because I kicked you out of my own apartment… wow congratulations, Rachel you've reached a new level of annoyingness. To be honest I thought you already reached the peak of annoyingness." I say. Rachel turns to leave. "Before you leave answer this, why do you care so much if I take Quinn as my date?" I ask in a serious tone. "I mean you were completely fine with me taking a date, but once I mentioned Quinn you completely flipped a tit." I add. Rachel walks up and places her set of keys to the apartment on the kitchen table. She turns to look at me with tears in her eyes.

"Because I love her… I always have, always will." Rachel says quietly. She then walks out the door, leaving me utterly surprised.


Brittany POV

"I made your favorite!" Sam calls from the kitchen. He walks into the dining room with a big round bowl and a big serving plate. "Close your eyes." Sam says. I quickly close my eyes. I hear him set both plates on the table. "No peeking." He says with a laugh. I feel him put his hands over my eyes. "Guess what I made?" Sam asks. I shrug.

"Did you make ramen noodles?" I ask. Sam laughs.

"No, any more guesses?" Sam asks. I shake my head. "Okay you can look!" Sam says excitedly and moves his hands. I look to see that Sam had made dinosaur chicken nuggets and macaroni and cheese.

"Wow." I say a little unenthusiastically. Sam, of course doesn't realize that I'm not that excited and smiles widely like a child on Christmas morning.

"Yeah I know!" He says. He picks up a dinosaur and says, "Rawr!" He picks up another one. "Hey Britt, did you know that 'rawr' means I love you in dinosaur?" He asks in a high pitched voice. I crack a smile. "Rawr." Sam says in a deep sort of seductive voice as he leans in to kiss me on the cheek.

"Rawr." I say simply. Guilt quickly crashes over me as I watch Sam play with his dinosaur chicken nuggets like a little kid. Telling Santana that we weren't doing anything was a complete lie. The truth was that I had originally wanted Santana to kiss me. I was completely enchanted by her from the very start; watching her sing made me feel something that was completely unexplainable. I suddenly feel a sort of sugar rush go through my entire body as I think about Santana's soft lips and the way her body felt pressed up against mine.

"You okay, Britt?" Sam asks.

"Yeah I'm fine. I'm just really tired." I lie.

"Oh okay. It's just you looked super deep in thoughts so you looked sad." Sam states. "And you also haven't really touched your food…" Sam adds.

"No I'm perfectly fine." I say pointedly. Sam continues to look at me as if trying to read my emotions.

"Well, if you're worried about me leaving for my business trip… don't worry… it's only for two weeks. If you get lonely you could stay with Quinn or your new friend, Santana, right?" Sam suggests. I shake my head slowly.

"I'll be fine, Sam." I say. Sam leans over the table and places a kiss on my cheek.

"Yeah, you're strong." Sam says. He picks up from the table. "Well as unhealthy as today's dinner was I have to admit, it was pretty satisfying." Sam says with a laugh as he rubs his stomach. I laugh quietly. "Are you going to eat or…?" Sam asks me.

"I'm actually not that hungry." I admit causing Sam's smile to fade a little.

"Oh… well that's perfectly fine." He says cheerfully and picks up my plate. "So I was thinking that we could maybe watch a movie or something, your pick of course." Sam says. I think about declining his offer and just heading to bed, but part of me feels guilty. Especially since Sam is clearly putting a lot of effort to make tonight special.

"Okay." I say simply. Sam walks over to me and gives me a quick peck on the cheek.

"You can go start looking at all the possible movie selections while I do the dishes." Sam states. I nod and walk over to the living room. I sit on the big leather couch and turn on the TV and get Netflix going. I begin to scroll through the genres, quickly passing genres like comedy, and romance. I scroll down and reach the foreign movies and notice that there's a Gay and Lesbian section. I look around quickly to make sure Sam isn't around, and look through the genre. I begin to feel butterflies in my stomach while looking at some of the movies. I stop at one titled Kiss Me, and instantly think of Santana since the girl kind of looks like her. Suddenly I hear footsteps coming and out of panic I turn off the TV. "Hey, Britt have you picked a movie?" Sam asks as he walks into the room. He sits down next to me on the couch and puts his arm around me. His eyebrows knit together in confusion when he notices that the TV is off.

"Can't we just sit here and talk." I say a little nervously. Sam reaches for the remote, but I push it away knowing that if he turns the TV on, it'll show the Gay and Lesbian genre. Sam gives me a puzzled look.

"You okay, Britt?" He asks.

"I'm fine." I lie. He reaches for the remote again, and reaches it, but I quickly snatch it away.

"What is up with you? Can you please give me the remote?" Sam exclaims.

"What?" I say questioningly. Sam points to the remote. I sigh. "Maybe I don't want to watch TV." I say pointedly.

"What do you want then?" Sam asks in a loud voice. "Just give me the-"He says but I cut him off by kissing him roughly. I break away to catch my breath. "Oh…"Sam sighs. His lips crash onto mine and he begins to move his hands down to my waist. He pulls gently on my shirt. I begin to dose off a little as he begins to place kisses on my neck. Sam picks me up and walks in our room, placing me on the bed. He quickly strips down to his boxers and then jumps onto the bed. He cups my face with his hands and stares into my eyes. "Britt…" He says questioningly.

"Yeah?" I respond. He takes a deep breath.

"I was thinking that maybe we should think about starting a family." Sam says quietly "What?" I say in a questioning tone. Sam breathes in deeply.

"I want to start a family with you, Britt. We're financially stable enough to move out of the city and begin our lives together," He says and takes my hand, "for forever." He says softly. A wave of panic crashes over me.

"I'll be right back," I say quickly and get up from the bed.

"Did I say something wrong?" Sam says. I stand there frozen and unable to answer. "I'm sorry I kind of killed the mood there. I just kind of thought we were having a sort of intimate moment." Sam adds in a disappointed tone. I open my mouth to respond, but no words come out.

"I'm not ready," I state. "Sam, I just moved in with you a couple of months ago. We just got married. We're young. Shouldn't we enjoy what we have right now before we have kids?" I say. Sam nods.

"I'm sorry I was getting ahead of myself." Sam says sadly. I walk over and give him a hug. "We've been fighting so much lately. I really don't want to leave for my trip on a bad note. I love you, Britt. Please don't ever forget that."

"I won't," I say with tears forming in my eyes.


Santana POV

~The next morning~

I wake up to the sound of my phone ringing. I contemplate ignoring it, but just as the ringing ceased, it began to ring again. I groan and pick it up to see ten missed calls, and five unread messages all from Blaine. I press the answer button.

"Santana! You're not dead!" Blaine exclaims.

"What do you want, Anderson?" I ask groggily.

"Are you hung over or something? I've had to run the shop all by myself, unless of course you count Sugar, whose really just been telling me to just stand here and look pretty. She gave me two hundred dollars just because I complimented her.

"Well long story short, Rachel fired me." I say.

"SHE WHAT?" Blaine yells.

"Why don't you just ask Rachel about it. I'm sure she's just dying to perform the entire musical version of the story in which she is the helpless victim." I say a little angrily. Blaine curses on the other line.

"Speak of the devil, Rachel is here. I'll call you later. Or I'll just talk to you tonight at Bluefrogs!" Blaine says and quickly hangs up. I pick out a simple outfit, jeans and a white tee, and head out my apartment. I get in my car and head to the Wormhole.

I walk into the Wormhole and order my usual, which is a homemade vanilla bean latte and a chocolate muffin. I sit down on the couch and set my things on the table. Just as I open my book out of the corner of my eye I see Brittany.

"Jesus H. Christ." I mumble. It was beginning to be annoying that I was always constantly bumping into her. Although it's highly possible that Brittany and I had constantly been in the same place and never spoke to each other. I mean we were both in the same show choir competition for nationals a couple of years ago. I think that even if I had met Brittany a long time ago I still would've ended up having feelings for her. It felt as if I was always meant to fall for her, but then again it could be because everything about her is just so lovable. Kissing her felt was absolutely unexplainable. Part of me feels guilty about the incident because she's married, but the other part of me feels like it was right. I watch as she walks up and orders. She's wearing a red beanie, a jean jacket, black leggings, and boots. I look at my book and pretend to be heavily invested.


Brittany POV

I smile as I look around the coffee shop, and think back to when I went here with Santana. I walk up to the counter to order.

"I'll have a latte, please." I say. The barista rolls her eyes.

"What kind of latte?" She snaps. I knit my eyebrows in confusion.

"Aren't they all the same?" I ask. The barista glares at me and motions to the menu.

"Okay, um I'll have the honey bear latte." I giggle as I say the name because it sounds rather cute. I hand the barista the money and she just rolls her eyes and nods.

"Homemade vanilla bean latte for Santana!" A different barista yells out. I turn around to see Santana walk up and grab her drink. She looks rather annoyed so I pretend to be busy by looking at my phone. The barista yells out my order and I quickly pick it up. I consider just leaving right away, but it'd be rude to not say hi at all. The worst case scenario is that she just tells me to leave her alone. I walk over to the couch.

"Hi Santana. Mind if I join you?" I ask. Santana looks up from her book and nods. "Is that a good book?" I ask a little awkwardly as Santana continues to read. Santana puts the book down and smiles at me.

"Yeah it's alright. I've already read Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets about a thousand times though. It's one of my favorite books." Santana says.

"You can continue reading, if you want. I'm sorry for interrupting. I just thought it would be rude to not say hi. So yeah, I'll just be heading out then bye." I say quickly and get up from my seat.

"Brittany, you're fine. You don't have to leave. I really don't have anything to do so I'm just hanging out here." Santana says with a smile.

"You're not working right now?" I ask. Santana's smile fades a little.

"Well, Rachel fired me." She says with a shrug. Before I have time to ask Santana says, "It's a rather long and boring story, trust me."

"Okay." I say simply.

"So I take it you like this coffee shop?" Santana asks casually with a smile. I smile widely at her.

"Yeah, along with getting me hooked on coffee you also got me hooked to this place, and plus it turns out that it's within walking distance of the dance studio I teach at." I say and take a sip from my hot latte. Santana's smile widens.

"You teach dance?" She asks. I nod.

"Yeah, I teach almost all ages. I prefer teaching kids at the kindergarten age though; they always have so much enthusiasm and energy. I actually have a class in about twenty minutes. You can come if you want to?" I say nervously in a questioning tone.

"Uh yeah, okay." Santana says a little breathlessly.


Santana POV

We arrive at the dance studio in around fifteen minutes. It's very spacious and it's filled with mirrors. The wood floors seem to absorb all of the light from the room.

"It's pretty." I state. Brittany giggles.

"Yeah, I guess. I wish the place had a little more color though." Brittany says. She walks into a room and retrieves a gym bag. "I'm going to change clothes really quick, if you don't mind." She says. I nod. She begins to undress and I quickly turn away. I glace at the mirrors and find myself completely turned on at the sight of her toned body. Brittany catches me staring and giggles as she finishes changing. I instantly feel my cheeks get warm. Before I can say anything, I see children and their parents arrive. They all greet Brittany, and Brittany greets them warmly. Some of them give me questioning looks, but I ignore them. Some of the parents leave while the rest sit in the waiting room to watch from there. I begin to follow them, but Brittany stops me. "You don't have to wait over there." She says.

"I don't want to be in the way. I'll be fine." I say simply.

"You won't be. You'll be my dance partner. Trust me; you don't want to be out there. Most of the parents are snobs." Brittany says happily. I shrug.

"Okay fine." I say, surrendering.

"Miss Brittany, who is she?" A little girl wearing a bright pink leotard and tutu says.

"Class, this is special guest, Santana. She's going to be with us today."

"Why is she here, Miss Brittany?" A boy in a black leotard says.

"She's here because she's my very special friend." Brittany replies sweetly.

"As in she's your girlfriend? My mommy says that sometimes girls fall in love with other girls." A girl in a red leotard says.

"Yeah, you call them lesbians." A boy in glasses, and a dark blue leotard, comments.

"They make a rather lovely couple." The girl in the bright pink leotard adds. A few of the kids agree. I awkwardly look at the ground.

"Uh no, Santana and I aren't dating." Brittany says to the class causing the majority of the class to sigh. "Alrighty then, let's begin to stretch!" Brittany says. The children all begin to stretch except for a little girl in a dark purple leotard wearing an expression of not being amused. Brittany smile falters as she looks over at the little girl. "Come on, Sidney! Let's stretch! You can't dance if you don't stretch, or else you'll pull something." Brittany says. Sidney glares at Brittany.

"Maybe I don't want to dance." Sidney says in a sassy tone. Brittany opens her mouth to respond, but I quickly cut her off.

"I've got this, Britt." I say pointedly. Brittany nods and begins to lead the class through more stretches. I walk over to Sidney, who is sitting in the corner of the studio. She looks at me in a very judging manner.

"You can't force me to do anything." She says with her arms crossed tightly.

"Yeah, you're right. I probably can't, but I can offer you this." I say and pull out a five dollar bill. Sidney scoffs.

"I can't even buy a really nice app for my phone with five bucks." Sidney snaps. Since she's about 5 or 6 I resist the urge to cuss at her. I take a breath.

"Okay fine. Why are you in a dance class if you clearly hate dancing?" I ask. Sidney sighs.

"I don't hate dancing. I just don't have any friends in here." She says quietly. "I'm just a bitch, and nobody wants to be friends with a bitch."

"Okay one, stop saying bitch, and two, you're not a bitch. Just because you like to speak your mind doesn't make you a mean person. In time people are going to rely on you to be straight up with them, which is something that most people don't do since we live in a world where people are frequently sugar coating everything." I say causing Sidney to smile.

"Really?" She asks. I nod.

"Yeah, but just try to be a little nice. It won't kill you." I say pointedly. Sidney nods.

"Can I have those five dollars?" She asks. "I promise I'll be nice and dance and smile." I hand her the five dollars.

"Don't just do it for the money though, do it because it's what's best for you." I say. Sidney hugs my legs.

"Thanks, Santana!" She says and runs over to join the other kids. Brittany gives me a confused look, but smiles widely.

"That was really cool of you earlier on when you talked to Sidney. She's been difficult ever since the first day she walked in. Today was the first day that she actually danced and enjoyed it." Brittany says once all the kids have left. "You're going to make a great mom someday." Brittany adds casually causing me to blush.

"Thanks, you're a really great teacher." I say. Brittany's face lights up at my compliment.

"Thanks, I bet I could teach you some moves to go along with your amazing voice." She says. I laugh as she turns on some music and begins to dance. "Come on, Santana." She says.

"Right now?" I ask. She grabs my hands and we start to dance. I recognize the song as "The Big Bang" by Rock Mafia. She puts her hands on my hips causing to me to instantly tense up.

"You have to be relaxed, Santana." She says. I nod and take a deep breath. I stumble over my feet as she tries to walk me through some steps.

"I'm sorry I'm not really good at dancing." I say quietly as the song ends. The next song playing is Ingrid Michaelson's "Can't Help Falling In Love"

"Santana you were doing fine. I think you're forgetting that I'm a dance teacher, meaning I have experience in this." Brittany says. "I love this song." Brittany adds. I nod and she pulls me in. "You know how to slow dance, right?" She asks. I nod quickly. "Well then, Santana Lopez, may I have this dance?" Brittany asks in a very proper sounding voice causing me to giggle slightly.

"Yes you may." I say and we begin to sway. Brittany takes the lead. We start off far apart, but Brittany gradually pulls me in close. I laugh as she spins me. The song nears the end and Brittany finishes the dance by dipping me. She pulls me in again and looks me straight in the eyes and then down at my lips. She leans in closely, nuzzling her nose against my lips, and then presses her soft lips against mine. I smile at the taste of lips, tasting very distinctively of cotton candy. Her breathing, and well as my own becomes heavy. The kiss was short and sweet. She pulls away, presses her forehead on mine, and smiles a little bashfully. "I should probably get going." I say a little awkwardly. Brittany avoids making eye contact with me and simply nods.

"Are you going to the karaoke bar tonight?" She asks as I walk away. I nod. "I'll see you tonight then." She adds as I walk out.


Brittany POV

~Nighttime~

As I arrive to the karaoke bar I see Kurt, Blaine, Quinn, and Santana waiting outside. My heart jumps a little as I see Santana. She's wearing a green dress with horizontal black stripes. We make eye contact, but I quickly look away.

"Hey Britt," Kurt and Blaine say in unison and Quinn smiles and mouths "hi".

"So why are we waiting outside? I ask. Kurt awkwardly looks at the ground and Blaine shakes his head.

"Well, Lady Hummel over there forget to tell us that the bar is completely lame." Santana snaps.

"It's not that bad." Quinn states.

"It's fucking cowboy theme night, and the only people in there are well over the age of sixty." Santana says a little annoyingly. Blaine's triangular shaped eyebrows knit together in frustration.

"Kurt and I come here all the time, Santana. It's actually really fun." Blaine says.

"You and Lady Hummel are basically an old married couple. You two probably also play bingo together in your free time." Santana snaps.

"A fabulous old married couple!" Kurt retorts.

"So then what's the plan? You guys just want to wait around here and argue all night or do you actually want to have a great time? I say we head over to any random club and have a great time. Who's in?" I say rather confidently. I look over to Santana to see her smile and nod her head in agreement.

"I'm in." She says.

"Me too," Quinn says. Blaine looks to Kurt as if to look for an answer.

"Yeah, we're in." Kurt says with a slight sigh.