A/N: Hey all, as always I just wanted to say thank you for all the reviews. You all stun me every time I upload a new chapter. As much as I love you all I have some good news and bad news. Good news is, new chapter, bad news is that I'm off to the cottage for a week and won't have a computer so it'll be at least a week before a new chapter shows up. Good news x 2 is that I'll have lots of time to think about where I want this story to go. Hope you all enjoy this one though.

Chapter 8 - Dare You To Move (Switchfoot)

"What are you doing, did he say we could use the phone?" Santana sat facing Brittany as the girl drove her truck around the deserted motel lot. She parked outside room 13 and waited a moment before turning her truck of. She was nervous of the news that she had to give, the Latina was a firecracker and Brittany wasn't sure she could contain then girl. "Well, I'm not liking being this close to you right now so can I just use the phone and bounce." The rain had tapered off slightly but from what the radio had said, it was only going to get worse as the night rolled on.

Santana watched as Brittany got out of the truck and rain towards the door, trying to unlock it as quickly as possible. She wasn't entirely sure what was going on but she had a feeling the blonde wanted her to follow her. That wasn't about to happen. The last thing Santana wanted was to be at senor cracked inn, in the middle of bumfucknowhere. The only thing that made Santana move from her seat was the fact that she needed to call her parents and let them know that she was alright. She was already positive she was grounded for forever but she hoped a phone call would knock at least one life sentence off it.

She braced herself for the ache in her bones that she knew she would feel once she stepped into the rain. Stepping out she looked Brittany right in the eye, moving only somewhat closer to the door, the warmth, and the girl who unknowingly hurt her. "What did he say about us using the phone." Instead of an answer she got a hand on a hip and a glare, Brittany was good at this, Santana could at least admit that much. "Tell me."

"Not until you get in here and out of the rain, you're going to get sick." Santana didn't move so Brittany decided to give her what she wanted, an answer. "The phone lines are out, he let make one call on his emergency line but it needs to stay open."

"So you didn't get me so I could call my parents, forget this." Internally she knew she was being stupid, she was being childish and somewhere deep in her consciousness she told herself not to do it. She did it anyway. Turning on her heels she started walking towards the road, between the rain and it being dark she couldn't see in front of her, scratch that, she couldn't see at all.

She was pretty sure she was half way to the road when she felt warm fingers wrap around her wrist. Her blood pressure instantly shot up like it always did when Brittany touched her, even the most innocent of touches would make the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. "What are you doing?" Brittany yelled over the sound of rain and thunder. "You're going to get sick, just come inside."

"You're one to talk, just leave me alone Brittany." She pulled her hand out of the blondes grasp.

Huffing Brittany kept walking behind Santana. "That's your favourite summer dress and you're ruining it." This made her stop dead in tracks, damn the girl definitely was good at this. "I called your parents, and told them what happened. The line kept cutting out but they got what they needed too. They asked me to keep you safe Santana so that's what I'm going to do."

"I can take perfectly good care of myself, I don't need you trying to be my knight."

"Princess," Brittany reminded her and if she could see clearly the blonde knew Santana was giving her a death glare for the correction. "I dare you to move like today never happened, please Santana just come on in from the cold." There it was again, a strong southern accent that always managed to make Santana weak at the knees.

There was one thing making her walk right now and it was her parents. She knew if something were to happen they'd never forgive themselves. Brushing past Brittany with a shove she ran into the motel room, door open a crack my the door stop. Pushing it open she felt the warm air hit her and she realised just how cold she had been standing out in the rain. But what she really noticed for the first time was how soaking wet and defeated Brittany looked. It wasn't until the girl had walked in the door after her that she realised the blonde was soaked head to toe. She also noticed the bag the girl now clutched in her hand.

"Clothes, I always keep spares in my truck and you left some stuff in there the other night. You should try and take a shower, get warm."

"I don't need you to take care of me." Was all Santana said as she grabbed the clothes out of Brittany's hand and headed towards the washroom.

Once she heard the shower turn on Brittany decided that she would go find them something to eat, and she was pretty sure she saw a vending machine near the front office. That and she wanted to give Santana some time to herself, she knew the girl was pissed and she completely understood why.

When Santana stepped out of the shower, only ending her shower because the power had gone out, she was amazed at the light in the room. There must have been at least fifty tea light candles illuminating the room and Santana had no idea where they had come from. If she wasn't pissed at Brittany and Brittany didn't have a boyfriend it might have actually been romantic despite the room being run down. It was then that Santana's heart slowed and she realised Brittany wasn't actually in the room. She sat down on the edge of the bed and looked around, this wasn't exactly how she had wanted to spend her night.

Looking over she saw the candy bars, chips and water sitting on the table and she knew that Brittany had gone out and got them for her. She had to admit she was grateful to at least have something to eat. With everything that had been going on her hunger hadn't really been present. If there was light and food the only question left was where the hell was Brittany and what the hell was she doing. Walking towards the window she peered thru the closed curtain and could barely make out movement from inside Brittany's truck.

Sighing Santana walked into the washroom and changed back into her wet dress. No matter how pissed and upset she was at Brittany right now, she wasn't about to let the girl sleep in her truck. The rational side of her knew that had Brittany not come along she'd still be stuck in her own car on the side of the road. Opening the door she rushed over to the truck and knocked of the window making Brittany jump. Santana backed away from the door as Brittany went to open it.

"What are you doing out here? Did you not hear me when I said I promised your parents to keep you safe?" Brittany asked a little annoyed as she stepped out of the truck. The rain coming down harder now than it had been before Santana's shower. "I'm telling you, you're going to get sick." Brittany was thankful for the rain because it meant Santana couldn't see the tears falling from her eyes, something she didn't want Santana to notice at all.

"Why are you in the truck?" Santana both hands on her hips and she didn't look like she was in the mood for any sort of run around.

"I wanted to give you your space. I got the room for you."

Santana shook her head as she watched Brittany put her head down before looking back up at her. Instinct took over her then as she could faintly see the look in the girls eyes from the light in the truck. Without thinking Santana stepped forward and put all her weight into Brittany making the girl push her back against the truck. Both Santana's hands came up and cupped Brittany's cheek as she covered the girls lips with her own. She kissed her hard, and fast, putting as much passion, both anger and admiration, into the kiss. She wanted Brittany to feel how she had been feeling, she wanted her to know that she really screwed up and Santana Lopez wasn't someone you wanted to lose. The rain spilled down over them, cheeks were soaked and water running over their closed eyes.

Before Brittany could really register what was going on Santana pulled away. "You're not sleeping in there." Not wanting to argue anymore, still stunned from what had just happened Brittany followed Santana back inside.

"You're shivering." Brittany noticed as she walked in behind Santana and closed the door.

"I know, question is why aren't you?" As mad as she was Brittany's state didn't go unnoticed and she was just as amazed as she always was by how beautiful Brittany looked no matter what.

The blonde shrugged and went into the washroom to grab a towel. "Used to the rain, yours isn't which is why you should really get dry you're going to get sick Santana. That's too beautiful a dress to ruin."

"Whatever." She huffed as she went back into the washroom to change out of her dress.

Brittany looked down at the bag of clothes and decided to use the time to change and get dry. She wasn't sure how long Santana would be changing so she made sure to change as quickly as she could. Lucky she did because just as she was pulling her shirt down Santana stepped out of the washroom. She didn't speak a word as she walked over to the bed and grabbed a pillow before moving over to the desk chair. Setting the pillow down on the desk she hunched over in the chair and rested her head against it.

Santana sat down on the bed and leaned against the headboard as she pulled the blankets up around her. Brittany had been right, her body really wasn't used to the abuse she had just taken from the rain. She was freezing, and it was as though the water had seeped into her bones. Looking over at the blonde laying awkwardly in the chair her heart sank a little more. The Santana from L.A. would have left her to sleep there without batting an eyelash and being upset about it but this was Brittany and she wasn't in L.A. anymore.

"You can sleep over here, I promise not to kill you in your sleep."

Brittany looked up and was shocked that Santana had spoken to her. "What?"

"We can share the bed, you did pay for the room and all."

Nodding Brittany stood up and grabbed the pillow off the desk. She sat down on the bed, and stayed as far over as possible, she didn't want to push her luck. Finally looking over at Santana she noticed the girl was still shivering. "If I try and warm you up will you try and hit me?"

"That's a definite possibility." Her anger started to rise again, there was something about Brittany trying to be nice that just pissed her off. She knew the girl had a heart of gold but that didn't mean she didn't make mistakes. The last thing Santana ever wanted to be to Brittany was a mistake. "Don't worry in four months I'll be out of here. You and you're boyfriend can go on as if I was never in your life."

She was tired, she was cranky and although she believed wholly in southern hospitality she wasn't going to keep playing these games. There was a side of Brittany that Santana didn't know, a side that would give even the Latina a run for her money. "He's not my boyfriend so why do you keep saying that. He's my ex and after tonight that's finally clear to him. I don't want you gone in four months Santana, I've been dreading it since you told me about your master plan. You think you have it all figured out but you have no idea." She was standing up and pacing the room now, unable to maintain seated as her heart started to pump faster and faster. Her cheeks turning red, fingers curled into fists.

"I know what I saw Brittany." Santana nearly yelled as she too stood up. "We were supposed to go opening night but the minute you're boy toy came back you forgot all about me. What was I, just some summer fling while you're boyfriend was gone? You know what, I don't even want to know, I'm going to bed, the sooner I sleep the sooner I'll be away from you." She walked back to bed and crawled under the covers. That would normally be the end of it but not now and not with Brittany. The blonde's face fell when the other girls words sunk in. "Oh and one other thing," Santana said as she sat up, "you should have just told me you didn't want to go with me instead of lying about it." She laid back down and buried her face in the pillow.

"It's all just messed up Santana, Artie and I are over."

"Yeah well it didn't look that way tonight or the other day."

Brittany sat down on the bed confused. "What do you mean the other day?"

"I saw you putting whip crème on his damn nose from our frappacino." Her eyes were starting to feel heavy and the weeks events along with the storm that was tonight, literally and figuratively, had taken its toll on her.

"Fuck." Brittany cursed under her breath and Santana was glad her face was in the pillow because a small, very small, smile appeared. Hearing Brittany curse was more cute than it was anything else. "He's one of my best friends Santana, the breakup hasn't been easy and you were never a summer fling. We weren't even supposed to go to the fair tonight he wanted to meet up to exchange all our stuff, we broke up before he left for his vacation and never got the chance to do that before. The coffee shop was us being friends, I'm a flirt you know that and he still means a lot to me. We were just goofing off, I've known him a long time but you have to believe that you weren't some fling, someone I was using because I was bored. You could very well be the realist thing to ever come into my life." She paused and took a deep breath, having a hard time to find the words that she needed. "Kissing you the other night was amazing, and even though the circumstances are a train wreck you kissing me tonight was nothing short of magical. I promise if you let me I will make all this up to you. I don't know what's going on with us but what I do know is that I don't want us to change. I love how we are, how easy it is for me to be around you."

After a few moments of waiting for a response Brittany watched as Santana's head turned over on the pillow. "You've got to be kidding me, you seriously fell asleep on me." She let out a soft chuckle before laying down and reaching over to bring Santana closer. The girl was still cold and the last thing Brittany wanted was for Santana to suffer more than she had too. Sure the girl hadn't wanted this when she was awake but for the time being she wasn't and Brittany was going to take complete advantage of that. She held the girl as close as possible, gently running her fingers thru dark hair. As she laid there she could only hope that what they had spent a summer building didn't fall apart because Artie came back.

When Santana woke up she felt something warm beneath her, she could hear a heart beating ever so slightly in her ear. Slowly opening her eyes the nights events flooded back, looking up she realised she was laying on Brittany's chest, their arms wrapped around one another. The rain was still coming down hard when she made her way to the washroom, being careful not to wake the blonde. When she walked back into the room Santana checked her phone to see what time it was. 4:17. She checked the phone that sat on the bedside table, but didn't even get a dial tone, the power and phone lines were still out.

Sighing she climbed back into bed and under the covers. She didn't move back to her previous position, instead she stayed on her side of the bed laying on her side facing away from Brittany. She had hoped this was some sort of nightmare but she knew now that it wasn't. All she wanted to do was curl up and go back to sleep and hope that when she woke up later, something changed.

"What next?" Santana asked as she watched Brittany put their still damp clothes into a bag.

"The rain has slowed down so we can drive home. I'll get your car taken car of since I'm sure you don't even know where it is."

Talking about it now made Santana realise she never knew why Brittany was out driving. "Why were you out there last night? Stalking me now because you're boyfriend isn't enough?"

Brittany was too tired to fight and she didn't have the energy to have the same conversation open again. "After I saw you leave the fair I knew that you were pissed and that I hurt you."

"So you were following me?" Santana folded her arms across her chest and squinted her eyes slightly.

"No, I was driving to clear my head, to figure out how to fix it all. Finding you was complete fate."

Santana snorted, unable to contain herself. "Fate, are you kidding me? This isn't some romantic comedy fairytale, and you aren't really prince charming. Whatever let's just blow this popsicle stand before I get rabies.

"I'll go start the truck."

The ride home had been a silent one, neither girl spoke, the music that came from the stereo was soft but neither girl was listening to it. Brittany focused on driving and Santana focused on anything but Brittany. The last time she had been in Brittany's truck they were having an amazing night. Finally Santana realised she was home as the truck came to a stop. Without skipping a beat she grabbed her belongings and went to push the door open before Brittany stopped her. "Wait." She turned around with an annoyed look. "Why'd you kiss me last night?"

Santana turned back around and this time pushed the door open. "Think of it as goodbye."

"It's not goodbye, it's just the beginning, keep that in mind. He's not my boyfriend Santana and by the time the last day of fair comes around I'll make sure you believe that. The next time we kiss, it's going to be because we had another amazing night, and we will kiss again."