Author's Note

I skimmed through this since it's about 1:00am over where I am so all mistakes are mine. (But blame my ole tired body)

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Title - Fall for You [Chapter Eight]

Summary - Being in love is amazing, but when you're in love with your best friend who is getting married, it's not the greatest feeling in the world to see her engaged. Still I rather sacrifice my happiness for hers. If that means keeping in my feelings, then that's exactly what I'm going to do. (G!P)

Words - 10.1k+

Rating - M

Disclaimer - I do not own Glee. This is an alternative universe. Also no profit is not being made.


Well here goes nothing.

Santana cups the back of my neck, bringing my head closer to hers. I hear the commotion surrounding us. The space between us is literally an inch before she brushes her lips against mine. We're not kissing yet even though the time has ticked down, becoming an entire new year. I probably shouldn't even be doing this. The con's and pro's are just piling up. I mean what if after we do kiss, she'll just ignore me once more as she did before. What if she says that everything that has happen between us was just all a mist–

Santana breaks me out of my thoughts as she eliminates all the space between us and finally kisses me. Still shocked on what to do I freeze. She continues to kiss me and after a few more seconds I finally realize that Santana is actually kissing me. With the sudden confidence I kiss back with all I have.

Fireworks

It feels good kissing her, feeling all the burning pit of anger I had for her unravel quickly just the second her lips grazes mine. She trails her tongue against my lips asking to deepen the kiss. I happily oblige opening my mouth a bit wider for her. Together we're just ignoring the hoops and hollers of the people to just continue kissing in a state of bliss. I feel happy. Tingles are flowing through me–head to all the way to my little bitty toes every time she touches me. She settles her hands on my hips making my hairs rise as well as the goosebumps. I hear a small whimper come from her from me combining our tongues together that I probably would have overheard if I hadn't been paying close attention. I can hear my own heart pounding in my chest in adrenaline.

She pulls away feeling out of breath. The words fucking adorable pops up in my mind first as I catch sight of her. Her lips swollen from kissing and her hair is a little messy from my hands being tangled into them. I look around looking for Charlie, luckily she's still drunk and dancing like before.

"Wow." I hear the Latina mutter causing me to turn back to her. Santana's wiping her thumb against her bottom lip still in a "kissing daze". She blushes knowing that I heard her little comment.

The Latina quickly regains herself from the daze and just as she's about to say something, Charlie comes stumbling over between us. As Charlie is pushing her way through us I see Santana mouth the words 'We'll talk later.' with guilt masking her eyes. "Babe, we miss our New Years kiss." I see Santana cringe when she hears the word babe coming from Charlie's drunken mouth. Charlie continues to ignore the tension around us and still slur her sentences.

"Yeah Charlie, I think I should take you home." Santana grabs Charlie's hand getting ready to walk to the exit, but Charlie forces her back by pulling her hand out of the Latina's firm grasp. "No I wanna stay." Charlie grumbles stomping her heel down. Santana huffs in anger and slight embarrassment caused by her fiancée. "Charlie let's go, I don't have time for this." Charlie stumbles forward trying to shake her head no at Santana. "Look you can't even stand." Santana gestures her hand dramatically towards Charlie. While Charlie's incapable ability to stand on her own two feet she tries hanging her arm on Santana's shoulder, but unsuccessfully doing so as she's trying to dance at the same time.

I stand there waiting for Santana to give me an apology because she has to leave to bring Charlie home safely. The time comes shorter than I expect when Charlie finally listens to Santana's ranting on and on about how Charlie needs to go home. "Fine...party pooper." Charlie mutters in defeat as Santana successfully leads Charlie on the way out leaving me behind. Just as Santana is about a five feet away from the bar's door, the Latina turns her head to look behind her shoulder towards me. Her eyes turn apologetic once she lays her eyes on me. I nod in understanding on why she had to leave. Mentally cursing Charlie for her inappropriate drinking tonight.

Well at least this time Santana doesn't have a lame excuse for leaving.

I mean she did say we will eventually talk later.

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It's been two days since the New Years party. Santana and I have talked, so things haven't been left as awkward as last time. But we still haven't talked about the kiss and what happened on that Sunday morning. School started back up again so this time we both have very good reason for being busy. I don't come home until about three in the evening but I have to leave once again at five because I teach classes at the dance studio owned by my friend. And between those two hours I have on break Santana is still at her classes. Even once I get home Santana is either sleeping from being so tired or she's hanging around Charlie's condo.

I heard from Kurt that Quinn and Rachael are now together since they apparently slept together after the party. He told me that when they all left together in cab Quinn and Rachael couldn't keep their hands off of each other. He also told me that they got together the morning after. I'm happy for Quinn. Actually I'm happy for both.

It's about 2:00am, I've been up since about eleven doing an essay that's due in two days. My eyes are so weary from being stuck in front of this bright laptop screen for about three hours. Santana is taking a nap on the sofa, she was watching a movie but I told her to stop waiting up for me and just go to sleep since her eyes were getting heavier by the second. She looks so comfortable–curled up on the sofa in a fetal position with the red blanket I draped over her a few minutes ago. God this class is going to kill me because all I wanna do now is just join Santana on that sofa. I type away at the keyboard faster, looking at everything I type to see if I happen to make any mistakes. The quicker I get this done the quicker I can go to sleep.

Good thing I'm almost finished.

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I hear shuffling behind me, I take my hand off the keyboard to turn in my seat. Gripping the kitchen table turning my lower back to see what is moving behind me. I see Santana sit up using her tan hands to level her. She squints in the darkness before she takes one of her hands and rubs the back of it against her eyes to get rid of her fatigue. "Bee." The whisper comes out rasp and the Latina continues to squint her eyes with her face all scrunched up in confusion. Santana pushes the blanket off of her legs and sits up straight with her legs on the side of the sofa. She gets up and walk towards me.

"You're still up?"

"Well I kinda want to get this finished now."

I shrug my shoulders and turn back in the kitchen chair back to laptop screen. I start back typing again assuming that Santana is probably going to go her room to sleep, but when I feel a hand press against my shoulder and eyes trail its way around the screen to see my current progress. I sigh knowing that she wants me to just stop what I'm doing to just go to sleep. "Santana I have to get this finished." I say in annoyance which the feeling doesn't go that far because I realize that she's just worried about me. "Why can't you just finish tomorrow morning?" The Latina walks behind me to pull the kitchen chair from the table in front of me.

"Well if you're staying up, I am too." Santana announces firmly as she crosses her legs in front of me. It's kinda of hard not to look at her toned thighs that weren't covered by her pink shorts and boy they are sure short. Her white wife beater is now too small for her since she had it since she was in high school. And for that the wife beater isn't big enough to cover the small patch of skin showing above her waistband of her shorts. I force my eyes swiftly away from her over-showing body hoping she didn't catch me leering at her. Turning my eyes back to the screen and once again typing away as if nothing happened.

Minutes pass and I finally build up the courage to glance out of the corner of my eye, catching the sight of Santana still sitting there cross-legged with her phone in hand playing angry birds with her volume turned loudly and I'm guessing it's to help her stay awake. I haven't really been taking notice of the small things about Santana that just make her. Like the way she pushes up her glasses by scrunching up her nose, the way she would have her toes curl when she was freezing cold, or the way her eyes would get softer and lighter every time she would look at me.

Santana looks up from her phone when she feels my eyes on her. I turn away quickly as I did before hopefully she didn't catch me like she didn't catch me before. Well I assume she didn't see me before when I was leering. I mean I was focused on the laptop so I didn't really check to see if I got away with it or not. My luck apparently ran out when I hear Santana say something.

Not quite hearing what she had said I raise my eyebrows in a questioning manner for her to repeat the words.

"I said do I have something on my face?"

Shaking my head 'no' as I'm laughing lightly at the way she rubbing her hands all over her cheeks which is practically saying she doesn't believe me when I say she has nothing on her face. Throwing my head back as I continue to laugh my ass off, that is when I see the small tub of ice cream on the side of the table with the can of whipped cream. I apparently forgot all about that. I was kind of in the mood for something sweet when the clock hit twelve.

I quickly grab a spoonful of vanilla ice cream and maneuver the spoonful behind my back. Leaning my body forward with a boost of confidence from knowing that Santana didn't see me get the ice cream. She is still entirely oblivious to my actions as she sits there picking at the cuticles of her nails. I guess she found out she didn't have anything on her beautiful face of hers.

Well not for long.

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I regret ever making a move.

I mean things went down and now I'm standing behind the sofa using it as a shield as I hear Santana whispering the nickname 'Bee' in the dark. Hopefully she doesn't know where I am because if she does I know I have a hundred percent chance that Santana is going to have a plate of whipped cream ready for my face. My hair is really sticking from the now melting ice cream I have stuck in there since after I shot Santana a spoonful of ice cream and after a few seconds of shock showed on her face she quickly ran to the tub of ice cream to defended herself.

And that is why ladies and gentleman we are here now.

"Bee come out, come out where ever you are." I hear footsteps getting closer and closer to the sofa barrier where I'm hiding. I cover my mouth with my two hands to try to stifle the upcoming giggle that was bubbling inside of my throat. I crawl to the other end of the sofa and peek over the edge to see if the coast is clear. Smiling widely in the dark seeing I have a clear path to ambush Santana. She seems oblivious to my blue eyes watching her every move as she is scoping out the kitchen looking for me.

I grab the can of whipped cream squatting as I'm just about to get up. I already had a handful of cream in my right hand ready to attack.

Just as I'm about to tip-toe my way to the kitchen ready to launch an attack on the dark-haired girl. Santana surprises me when she flicks the light switch on showing my hiding place. "San, that's not fair." I pout, stomping my foot playfully.

"Well I couldn't find you." She says so simply.

She's on the other side of the room where the switch is while on the other end is me. She smirks as she holds the tub of vanilla in one hand and a spoon in the other, like she's ready to launch. As I look like a noobie with my hair tied up in a bun and a can of whipped cream in one hand with a handful of it in my other. And to add more to my loser status, Santana has a past with being a pitcher in softball. I don't even know how the hell I got from being in front of a bright laptop screen tired out of my mind and now scared of the small Latina who is threatening to launch an ice cream ambush on me. I mean where the hell did I get all this energy?

"Come on Bee you know you'll never win this battle." The smugness inside her voice kinda scares me and especially when she arches her eyebrows as if she is trying to get me to be afraid of her threats. And boy does she succeed.

"You know, you're right I should give up." I say dropping the can making a loud noise once the aluminum hits the wooden floor. Santana's smugness attitude grows when she thinks that I gave up. I mean does she not know me at all. Because Brittany Susan Pierce doesn't give up.

"Well then that was easier than I–"

Splat

Is basically the noise that echoes through the now quiet apartment when I connect my hand that was filled with whipped cream to Santana's now shocked face.

Her mouth is agape as she wipes her hand against her whipped cream filled eyelids so she can see clearly like before. "I can't believe you just did that." I smile while biting my bottom lip, scared of what's to come from her. I mean she fucking Santana Lopez for god sake. I don't even think before grabbing her by her waist fireman-style. I spin round and round gracefully as I hear the giggles and shrieks coming from above. "Bee!" Ignoring the playful pats against my back as she's begging me to put her down.

Dancing for years eventually building up muscles have come in handy. Especially when you have a feisty Latina girl living with you in a medium-sized apartment.

"Bee!" Santana bursts into a trail of giggles as I gently set her down on the comfy sofa. I start tickling her while hearing her uncontrollable laughs burst through her plump lips. After a few moments thinking she has had enough tickle attacks today. I hear a sigh come from beneath me as I'm straddling her hips. "God I'm so tired." She yawns having her nose all scrunched up and her eyes closed as her mouth widens. God she's so beautiful. I at least repeat that sentence inside of my head every time I see her.

"Well then I think you need to go to bed then little missy." I tap her nose, seeing her nose scrunch up once more. She shakes her head cutely at me against the sofa cushions. "Not if you're staying up."

"Santana you have to go to sleep. Come on you have class early." I pat her thigh hoping she'd take the sign to get up. She turns her head back up to me with some hair dangling in front of her eyes because of the friction when she was moving against the cushion.

"You too have class in the morning missy, So by that being said I'm not going to sleep until you do."

God her stubbornness is going to kill me one day. Sighing through my nose heavily knowing that I was not going to win this fight. I mean winning two in a row against Santana, not even the luckiest person in the world can carry out that.

"Ugh fine let's go to sleep."

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I bend over digging in my duffel bag to reach for one of my towels. Panting as I wipe the white now sweaty towel against my forehead. After teaching the senior class a big dance number for their showcase next month it really fucking tires you out. Few minutes pass by and I decide and not go home to the apartment because I choose to dance away.

I'll just go home later.

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Throwing my duffel bag on top of the coffee table deciding to worry about it later. I pace to the kitchen hungry for some food. I haven't ate all day. In class all I can think about was food. I haven't had any other different thought since I woke up.

I pop the bag of uncooked noodles and pour it into the bowl. As I'm putting water into the bowl for the noodles to soften I hear a door in the hallway softly close. The noise takes my attention from my aching stomach to the doorway of the kitchen.

The Latina walks in with a white t-shirt and her black-rimmed glasses on. She scrunches up her nose to lift her glasses up and not just simply take her hand and lift it up. "You hungry?" She points at my progress in noodle-making. I nod silently and not giving her a 'yes' in response.

"I could have had made you something."

I smile before laughing lightly. Her eyebrows raise in confusion and I then put the noodle in the microwave pressing the number 1 button to set the microwave going. "Thank you for the offer, but how could you have made me something when you don't even now how to cook?"

She blushes lightly before quickly tilting her head down so I wouldn't see her cheeks redden. Too bad for I am very observant.

And especially when it comes to her.

"Well I could have tried for you." She walks inside the middle of the kitchen towards the refrigerator and I'm guessing it's to get her Starbucks coffee out. I mean who drinks coffee at ten at night. Well maybe a lot of people do but I sure know Santana does.

"You know I've just noticed that Quinn and Rachael are made for each other."

My eyebrows raise wondering where she's going with this. Hearing the beep go off from the microwave. Turning from the counter towards the microwave, bringing my hands to reach for the rim of the porcelain bowl. Wincing once I realize the mistake I made when I feel the heat burn against my skin.

"Hey stop so I can see." I hear after I stop flailing my pale fingers around trying to get rid of the pain. Santana grabs my burning fingers and investigates it, turning my hand over back and forth.

"It looks okay," She says while grabbing the towel off of the oven rack. "Here let me get it for you, before you burn your fingers off." She sets the bowl on the counter right in front of me. A small laugh escapes my throat when I realize that the burning sensation has already stop and I was just being overdramatic over nothing. I grab the chopsticks on the side of the bowl and start twirling the noodles. Santana smiles at me just before she laughs at my antics.

"What?"

She smiles once again before answering. "You're cute, you know that?" Santana gestures at how I eat my noodles. I look down towards the bowl wondering what was so cute with how I eat. Well I guess I do kinda eat weird when I twirl the noodles on the chopsticks and not just simply pick it up like a regular person. Bringing up the spoon for me to sip the soupy water. I brink up the bowl to my mouth sipping all the soup and eating the little pieces of noodles left, and eventually when I was finished I put the bowl and the utensils in the steel sink.

"So what are we doing tomorrow night?"

I turn the handle of the sink to stop the water from gushing out. Drying my hands with the dark blue towel we had hanging from the sink faucet as I turn around. "Uh I guess the club. I mean that's what Quinn wanted and Rachael agreed that would be fun and she said the night after we can have a surprise birthday party for her." Quinn's birthday is tomorrow and we agreed that every year we would go home for Lima when it was our birthday, but ever since we all realize there wasn't really no point since Lima is just a boring town to have a party anyways. So family usually come here to New York celebrate. "Okay, watcha going to wear?"

I shrug my shoulders not knowing what I was going to wear since I haven't really decided yet. To be honest I kinda forgot that we were going to go out tomorrow night, I guess that is why I don't have to go to the studio tomorrow. It's not like I meant to forget that it was Quinn's birthday tomorrow. I just have been so busy with school and work that I don't really have time for being very sociable. I heard from Santana that Charlie is going to join us for our celebration for Quinn's birthday. It was very brief on how she told me. I was sitting on the sofa watching some episode of the series Game of Thrones, when she just open the apartment door walking in as she closes it behind her. On her way to her room she stopped and turn towards me and just said, "Oh Charlie's coming with us too."

"Well I don't have an outfit, so you wanna go to the mall tomorrow with me and Tina?" I ponder a bit knowing I do have one early class tomorrow but thankfully for some reason when it's Quinn's birthday I'm not that busy.

"Yeah sure I'll go."

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"Alright that would be $23.47." The cab driver sticks out his palm in front of me as I grumble and reach into my purse to get the money for the cab fare. I see Quinn reach for her purse as well in the back but I immediately wave her off. "It's your birthday, I've got this."

After giving the man his money, we all climb out cab on the street ready to walk into this club we always go to this place called the Urban Underground. Tina and Mike were going to meet up with us outside of the club since apparently Mike had to finish one of his late classes. Kurt and Blaine wasn't coming tonight since they didn't go back to Lima for Christmas they decided to go now. And Charlie she's going to be a bit late from being at her job at her dad's firm. How unfortunate, but at least we still have Puck with us. I mean he's not that bad.

"Hey guys! Over here!" Mike cups his hands over the corners of his mouth as he calls us over also with his hand gesturing us to come forth. When we all hug and say the 'hi's' and 'hey's' we decide to stop waiting outside for Puck to come since we all know he isn't very punctual.

"Ugh I hate waiting in lines." I hear Santana say next to me as we all stand in line waiting to get into the entrance that leads downstairs into the club. I smile knowing that she always says this when we stand in line. And I mean for everything. Like many times when we were waiting in the cashier line at the drugstore, the time where it was only one person in front of us when we wanted to on the Ferris wheel together, and the time where we had to wait in line for a hotdog from a street cart.

"Oh stop you say that in every line you ever been in. You're so impatient but it works on you so." Shrugging my shoulders before stepping forward in the line. I see her smile and blush as her cheek reddens in the corner of my eye. I smirk knowing the effect I have on her as she takes the compliment but she doesn't know how to thank me with it as we continue to step forward when more people go in.

Well after a what it seems like long ten minute wait from standing in the line we finally make it into the club. We together as a group go find a place where we all hang out and meet every once in a while as the night fazes through. Rachael points at the black booth that is settled in the corner of the room. Puck arrives and her brings in a tray of shots once he settles into the booth with the rest of us.

As we all reach for a shot, it so happens that Santana reaches for the shot glass as me. I instantly pull my hand back muttering a quick 'sorry' once our fingers had touched. She nods meekly at my apology taking the glass from the tray and putting it close to her. I once again reach for another glass next to the shot that I originally reached for and taking that in my hand. Once I lift the glass ready to join the glasses with the rest when I see Quinn smirk at me probably because of what just happened. I instantly blush before bringing my glass higher once I see all of us with a shot.

"Cheers to the birthday girl!" We all yell in cheers except for Quinn. I see Rachael give a kiss to Quinn on her cheek after Quinn drinks the shot, which she flinches from the burning that's going down her throat. I take the shot as well as Santana we both try to retain it in our throat and not splutter it up like a wimp. The burning sensation gives me a sense of imaginary energy for the rest of the night.

And thank god for that because here comes Charlie.

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God I literally hate them together.

Seeing them together makes me want to literally run out of the club and put myself in front of New York traffic. But good thing alcohol and hot girls around me because if it weren't for them I wouldn't be here.

I take a shot in cheers from my mental thoughts. Smiling at how ridiculous I am before taking another shot in celebration of my misery. The group usually separates by this time. I mean look at Quinn and Rachael just dancing like the world had just disappeared, Puck dancing in a sandwich with two hot blonds, and Tina and Mike still in the booth taking a few drinks as they nod their heads to the music. They're usually the most responsible ones.

As I stand here staring at the "cute couple".

I gesture to the bartender telling him to get me another drink and charge it to Puck's credit card. Sipping the green straw as the liquid contents settle in my stomach. I decide to stop my trail of jealousy and misery and go on dancing to the high beat music that surprisingly makes it to the number one hits. I set my drink down hard on the booth's table which is now inhabited with kissing Asians who can not keep their hands off of each other. I decide to take my mind off of the groping Charlie is doing to Santana and just move to the middle of the club and start dancing.

About seven minutes pass and I have a group of followers dancing around me. And that is when I feel a soft hand grip my arm pulling me back. Even without looking I knew already who it was. I feel myself being lowered just by two inches so my ear can be leveled by her mouth. Hearing the hot-breath giggles passing through my ear making me literally shiver by the contact. "Hey Britt-Britt!" Now I know she's really drunk because she never calls me Britt-Britt on a regular basis. See she only calls me by that name when she's very drunk.

"Whoa you got drunk very fast. How many drinks have you had?"

I grab her by the waist instantly forgetting about everything around me to just worry about her. "Bee, I just wanna dance." I hear her whisper hotly into my hear as I try to drag her petite body to the black booth which now was empty since Mike and Tina decided to make their way to the bathroom. "Here why don't you take a sip of this." Handing the Latina my glass of water hoping that would sober her up a bit. As she take baby sips of the water I shift my eyes around the club to see if I can spot Charlie who was supposed to watch over Santana. I mean they are together, aren't they? So where the hell is she?

I sigh giving up knowing that it would probably take a while to find a girl in a club full of drunken people. I mean come on I just saw her. "Bee why are you so nice too me?"

Her drunken breath washes over me as she tries to balance her self as she's sitting up, back against the black leather booth. I set my palm over her shoulder-blade so she wouldn't fall over on the table. Her question makes me wonder why would she ask me this. Tilting my head down while biting my bottom lip to stop myself from blurting something stupid like 'because I love you' or something else like 'are you stupid and drunk?' but since I mentally stop myself from being stupid for dropping a sort of nuclear bomb on this drunk Santana.

"Because I l-care for you and your my best friend." Spoken with truth Santana smiles up at me but then I can tell that she doesn't believe in what I just said. By the look on her face she seems to know that there is more behind my wimpy response and thankfully she decides not to question it further.

"Ugh god why did I drink so much!"

She covers her face with her brown hands, speaking her loud exaggeration in a muffled tone. I giggle softly at her adorableness as I reach for those two beautiful hands that are covering hat even more beautiful face of hers. "Hey we all make mistakes. I mean who the fuck cares, right? So there is nothing to be embarrassed tonight, and if someone dares to say something well we'll just kick their asses." Santana's eyes soften by each word that passes through my mouth and it makes me want to continue.

"Together."

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"Hey where's Charlie?"

Santana turns to me as we are walking down the dark sidewalks of New York. Last time I checked it was coming to a close on 4 o'clock in the morning. We left the club together about ten minutes ago deciding to leave since everyone else already left. After we'd said our goodbyes, We sought out for a cab to take us back to the apartment. I haven't seen Charlie since I dragged Santana over to the black leather booth to try to sober her up.

"I don't know." Shrugging my shoulders before reaching into my jean pocket for the key. I hear her walking up the concrete stairs, the sound of her high heels staking against the hard material haunts me. "Wait where is she then?" The worry in her voice glows through dramatically from her once cooled tone. It makes the pit of my stomach have a feeling. And boy it isn't a good once because I literally want to take this key and open the door quickly to shove her in locking us in the building to prevent everybody from ruining things. She wasn't worried about Charlie when we were having a good old-time in that booth just laughing our problems away. But I don't blame her I mean it is her fiancée.

Fiancée

It makes my knees weaken but not enough for her to notice. I kinda wished she did for her to worry about me and not Charlie. I know that's selfish since Charlie might be seriously hurt as she might be roaming the streets. Taking that in consideration and the worried look shown on Santana's face I decide to come up with the best answer possible.

"I don't know."

She hurriedly rummages through her purse to my guess she's looking for her phone. The actin just makes my heart clench as I'm biting my bottom lip while shifting my head down hearing Santana's nervous heartbeat as she's clicking the dial button to call Charlie. I fumble with the key in my hand turning it over and over in a pattern scared for her reaction once I hear the voicemail. Knowing she's probably scared out of her mind I decide to at least try to comfort her. "San she's probably fine. Charlie is a big girl she can take care of herself." Her eyes darken with anger and her breathing gets harder. Did I say something wrong? She scoffs rather than telling me why she got angry so fast. She walks down the stairs making me shake out of my thoughts fast to chase after her.

Grabbing her thin wrist pulling her back hearing a gasp rip out of her mouth as I place my hand against her lower back pushing her towards me. "Where the hell are you going?"

Santana jerks away from my touch before crossing her arms over her chest in a way of protecting herself as she shifts all of her weight on her left leg in a defensive stance. "To go find her, where the hell do you think I am going!?"

"At four in the morning Santana. Really!?" I walk closer to her and she sees my action immediately and instantly backs away. Her moving sends me back two steps away in hurt knowing she doesn't want me close to her. And it angers me in some way where she would just forget about everything just to go save Charlie. To me it seemed like Charlie already left before us.

"Well I obviously have to go and find her." She says in a tone where anger is definitely showing but it's just not as loud as before.

"Where would you look Santana?" I gesture my hands to the surrounding scene of a dark New York. She scoffs avoiding the protective look that is coming from my eyes while she look the other way towards the still busy streets.

"I don't fucking know okay Brittany. I don't know but I have to find her. She could be lying in a damn ditch with her head cut off and I wouldn't even know it. So I just wanna find her."

Her dark eyes pierce me as she's looking directly at my face searching for my reaction. And I have nothing. I'm just so used to have Charlie always in her mind 24/7. I mean what's different, right? I get that she should look for Charlie. I get it okay because if Santana suddenly disappeared I would look for her forever. But to me Charlie seems to have went home or maybe went with someone. It's just I want Santana to just be with me now. And I realize that it's selfish but I just can't help how I feel. It just makes me so angry as I realize that Charlie will always get to be with Santana. It's never me and I just have to accept that maybe we really aren't right for each other.

"You know what your right," Santana's eyes widen at my response. "You should go find Charlie because you love her and she might be hurt. So you go and look for her but I'm not tagging along for the ride. Because I'm tired and I want to fucking sleep so you do want you want to do and I'll do what's right for me."

And with that I turn around walking up the stairs ready to go in.

And that is when I hear her finally speak.

"Brittany!"

I turn my head around as my body comes along with it. Seeing Santana run up the stairs after me makes my eyes widen in shock as she stands beside me breathing a little too fast from her quick pace up the concrete stairs. "Wait Brittany, I know you might be angry with me but you have to understand from my point of view." She grabs my shoulder pushing me away from the door so I won't go in.

"How could you say that? I do understand but Santana think for a second think okay? If you were to go roaming your ass all around New York City at this time there is a big possibility that you can get hurt. And I don't know what I would do without you. I'm honestly so scared that if you do leave now I may never get see you again. So I do understand so don't ever question how I would never understand from your point." I scoff, shaking my head seeing her reaction_ Santana stands there gobsmacked at my confession. Finally my hands stop from shaking and I now open the door, I turn seeing if Santana is going to follow. "I can't. I have to make sure she's okay."

Clenching my fist together having the urge to just bang my hands against the door and yell in protest. But then again I realize that it's never going to be different. "San, just be safe okay?" With that she nods and I see that she's hesitant about going. I stand up straight in the doorway not even noticing before that I was leaning against it. I just wait there looking around sighting the graffiti on the abandoned buildings or the way the street lamps have always been flickering on and off and suddenly making an entire round my eyes settle on her. I shake my head at myself noticing that she can just literally take my attention away from anything. She's so fucking beautiful. How the way the moonlight bounces off her dark thick locks, the way her makeup is lightly applied, or just the way she is just naturally gorgeous. I also realize she's still here, and that makes me stop staring at her to actually ask her why hasn't she gone yet?

"Are you going?"

Without an answer, Santana just takes out her phone once more when hearing it vibrating. She scrambles almost dropping her phone before she picks it up. "Hello." She takes her finger to push against her right ear to block out the street noise. She walks back and forth in a square-boxed shape just talking animatedly with the person on the other side. I lean against the door waiting for her to get off the phone to tell me what's happening because now Santana just changed to a once worried attitude and now she's just all jittery and happy. Santana presses the off button and starts pacing up the stairs gliding her hand against the railway. She stops in front of me making me internally wondering how the hell did she run up here with those heels on.

"Well that was Charlie and she said that she was sorry for not picking up my call because she was asleep because apparently she went home before all of us." A big smile stretches across her face. And obviously I am not cheering with joy like her now. "Great." With the one-worded response I bring my right foot around to turn in a swift motion on the way to the elevator and eventually pressing the arrow pointing up. Hearing the sound that haunts me knowing a 100% that it's Santana's 4-inch heels echoing through the room. Tapping my foot up and down hoping for the elevator to come down faster.

Finally the elevator doors open wide.

When I press the number for our floor, seeing the doors immediately start to close, but just when I sigh in relief I see a tanned arm stop the motion of the closing doors. That is when she steps inside with me as the doors are finally open enough for her to step in. "Brittany." She comes in front of me as I hear the doors close in the background but I wasn't really paying much attention anything else but her. I turn my head the opposite way to avoid her eyes that were just looking at me as if she was trying to read me. "What's happening to us?" She whispers as she brings my chin softly towards her.

And just my luck the elevator stops.

It starts shaking erratically and I grip the wall behind me where the bar is to withstand my balance. I see Santana trip over her high heels and just as she's about to fall I let go of the bar and grab her by her waist and we both fell to floor. It stops and we both groan loudly, the noise echoes through the claustrophobic small space of room. "Fuck, come fucking on." I groan loudly getting rid of the tension that was there before, clutching my forehead to try to stop the throbbing pain. I finally take my eyes off the floor and look towards her. She's banging her hands against the door yelling signs of distress.

"HELP!"

"HELP!"

The banging gets louder in desperation, but they eventually get smaller and softer when she doesn't get a response. She pulls out her phone and realizes she has no bars so she walks around holding up her phone as if she was the monkey on the movie the Lion slides her back down the wall covering her face with her hands. I sit on the other side with my back also against the opposite wall. God how did this fucking happen? "What are we going to do?" Santana finally speaks, but honestly I don't know. The same answer I had when she asked me where was Charlie. Santana notices how quiet I am and she crawl over to me, I notice that she took her heels off once I see her tanned feet crawling towards me. "Talk to me, why are you being so quiet? I mean one minute you are all cheery and bubbly and another you are just so depressed ad miserable. I just wanna know what's wrong."

"You should know." The simple answer makes her face contort in confusion as if she didn't comprehend what I was saying. "That's not even an answer."

"Well maybe you should pay less attention to Charlie and more attention to your best friend for you to actually notice what's been going on." She opens her mouth to defend herself and I immediately held my hand up to stop her. Santana looks at me and nods her head listening to what I have to say. "What's happening to us," repeating the same question Santana just asked earlier before the elevator stopped. "I mean what are we? Are we considered best friends anymore? One thing leads to another and it eventually leads to us kissing each other. Did you know how it felt for you to kiss me on that Sunday morning?" Seeing Santana softly shake her head no I continue on. "Well it felt good, okay? It felt like I was on a roller coaster to candy land or on some magical adventure with Harry fucking Potter." I see Santana blush first before she lets out her trail of laughs at my analogy to our kisses. "And then Charlie came and ruined it. So we avoided each other like the plague after that until New Years came along." She still looks up at me with those big brown eyes and I just want to stop talking just pepper her adorable face with kisses. "I mean why did you kiss me and not Charlie–your fiancee?"

"I don't know really," She sighs through her nose and turns her body for her to lean against the wall as well."I was drunk and jealous of that girl you were talking to. And who was that by the way?" Santana turns her head to me, I feel her eyes burning the left side of my face and I continue to look forward. "It's a very long story actually." I knew her next move was to shrug and say–

"We have time."

that. "Alright, you remember that time where I came home late after our little dinner and I wasn't answering my phone." I turn my head as well to see her nod in response. "Well after we argued in the bathroom I walked out to see where you were so I can apologize. And that is when I s-saw you and C-Charlie in the alley." I stop knowing she just confessed that she was jealous of Johanna might as well confess too. "I was angry. Because I literally felt like how the hell you can just argue with me in the bathroom and just walk out of the restaurant to go have sex in a dirty alley? You're so fucking better than that. You deserve to be treated like a queen because to me that is what you are."

"I'm no queen Brittany." She looks down towards her hands that are rested upon her kneecaps. "I'm going to choose to ignore that because we will won't get anywhere if I spend hours upon hours rambling about how perfect you are. Because if you need a reminder than just tell me okay because I'll write every reason down on paper and we're going to need some trees." Seeing another blush come across her face I smile and lick my bottom lip before biting it to stop myself from yelling out a 'I love you.' or just kiss her senseless. "Anyways after that I met up with Puck at a bar. Well he didn't give me that much help, but another guy name Xander did. He was really cool and he was kinda going through something that I understood." I coos not to tell Santana the real reason about how we connected because I don't want her to know the real reason. "Well we made this list filled with some crazy things that we plan to do after he finished his shift. Skip forward a bit I meet Johanna and Ryder," I see Santana flinch at her name. "We dance, drunk, drinks, and we kissed." Santana stops playing with her hands and just looks down ignoring me completely. About five minutes pass and she finally opens her mouth.

"You k-kissed her?" Her voice comes out quiet, raspy, and so small. I nod meekly at her looking dead in her face to see her response. She's quiet, but somehow I noticed she moved about three inches away from me before she starts talking again. "How can you just kiss h-her!? I mean she was a fucking stranger." I scoff at her reply not expecting that at all and it makes me angry. Angry because she used to kiss anyone who fucking asked when we were in high school. "Oh yeah like I should take advice from you."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Do you want me to refresh your mind because let's not just judge ole Britty here about her past. Let's clean out the skeletons that are in your closet, huh Santana? What about the time where we were at this party and you completely ignored me the whole fucking night to be with some guy that you just met. Or the time where you fucking slept with Matt when you just known him for a week."

I'm just about to continue to rant on about so many things that happened, but then that it when I hear a whimper.

Santana immediately gets up to walk to the corner to get distance between us. I immediately feel guilty because I know how sensitive she is when people talk about her high school life. Hearing the whimper, I walk over to her quietly inwardly experiencing the most pain possible now sighting her form–all curled up with her head rested on her knees with cries coming from her. I sit cross-legged next to her feeling her hands push my shoulder away to signal me to leave her alone. "Wait San I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. It was wrong of me to cross that line. I'm so sorry."

I hug her sobbing body and we both just rock together in the corner.

God I'm so fucking stupid.

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We sit there quietly after she stops crying. I don't really know what to say to her other than the words sorry. Well might a well try.

"I'm sorry."

We both look at each other realizing we both just repeating the same thing. "Look I shouldn't have gone mad since I have really don't have any room to judge you whatsoever." She looks at me with her red nose and dry eyes of hers. "Me too. I know how sensitive you are about your past and I shouldn't have used that against you." She sighs and places her head gently against the wall and whispers something incoherently.

I hum out a noise for her to repeat what she said.

"I said why wouldn't you use that against me?" I shake my head to process what she's actually saying. "What are trying to say Santana?" She turns to look at me and clenches her fists before rubbing her face in frustration.

"I mean look at me. I'm not a good person." She sees my body instantly want to protest and that is when she shakes her head 'no' to stop me from defending her. "You don't have to lie okay, Bee. I know I'm not the nicest or the sweetest person in the world. I'm a bitch. There I said it, because I'm not perfect." I scoff in surprise because she is perfect, she is the nicest and the sweetest to me. To me she is all I ever dreamed of when I picture my true soul mate. "Stop okay. I hate it when you just put yourself down like that, I mean look at me I have a freaking penis. See you are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on. So don't you ever say that you aren't perfect because to me you are Santana. To me you are."

"God you're so nice to me."

"Well I am your best friend." She smiles, but there's something behind that smile that makes me want to question it. So I do. "What's that?" I gesture around her face wondering why she's giving me such a tight-lipped smile. She never gives me one of those. "I just now realized that we are still stuck in an elevator." I laugh knowing that I have been so caught up with us reconnecting and talking about our feelings (Well not the whole part) I forgot that we are still suck in these stupid elevator. "Yeah I guess we are."

"Yep, so what should we do now?"

I smirk seeing her lean closer and closer towards my lips. Santana tilts her chin up a bit to connect our soft lips together in a syncing motion. Having the urge I lift her up by her hips and place her on my lap as we both never disconnect our lips. Feeling the smile against my lips encourage me more. I bring my hands to cup her cheeks softly running my index fingers softly against her cheeks. She makes a humming noise like she's trying to tell me to help her remove my leather jacket from my body. Which I happily oblige but we both fail getting it off since her lips are kind of distraction me so I disconnect the two hearing her whimper in protest. She giggles when the leather sleeve get stuck on my arm until she pulls it off for me smirking the whole time and finally she successfully takes off the one thing causing me discomfort in this moment now. Pulling back for a take of breath before diving back in again hungrily taking her lips again. Santana hums out a noise and smile against my lips once again and it makes me smile as well for how giddy she is. God she's so cute. I rise her dress up causing Santana to rise it up higher than I intended, but to be completely honest I'm not going to complain.

I graze my hands up and down making her hairs rise, she moans as I trail my warm pale fingers over the skin in the inside of her thighs. All of sudden Santana just starts giggling in my mouth that eventually turn into laughs. I join with her as well. So I don't really know what he hell we are laughing at but she's just looks so beautiful right now. She keeps on laughing as she rocks back and forth crossing her arms in front of her knees. I don't laugh as much as her, but I do take this moment to just admire her.

With her nose all scrunched up and her eyes all squinted as her face has a wide smile shown upon it. "You're so beautiful." Her laughs die down and she just stares at me with her dopey brown eyes. She pecks me on the lip making me scrunch my nose. "Ugh you know I feel really claustrophobic in this thing." She leans back arching her eyebrow in question. "Really?"

"Yeah, but it is nice to be so close to you though so that is a plus." I wink playfully towards her and she blushes instantly. "God your such a charmer, aren't you?" She pushes my shoulders back softly. "Oh aren't you feeling brave? Do you want the tickle monster?" Taunting her as I bring my fingers towards her stomach. "No Bee, please." She sees me coming closer to her. "Ugh fuck this always happens!" I tickle her from the middle of her stomach and eventually trailing my hand to the lower part which makes her breath hitch. I makes me tighten a bit in my dark jeans at just at the feeling of her stomach and her bony hipbones.

She smirks at my discomfort below my waist and that is when she just suggests something really random. "Do you want to play truth or dare?"

"Sure, why not."

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"Truth." She answers to the game question, I look around trying to figure out any dares in mind. Humming out a noise I make when I am thinking as Santana is just staring at me patiently. "Who was your best kiss?"

"You." The answer gives me tingles inside of stomach making me smile at my giddiness. I look down hoping she doesn't see the blush overflowing my cheeks so she won't know the effect she has on me. "Truth or dare?"

"Uh since you got the truth so dare." Santana ponders for a bit before giving me her dare question. "I dare you to tell me what did you feel when you kissed Johanna?" That kind of comes out of the blue randomly, especially in this game. But can't not answer it since in this game everything is acceptable. "It felt weird but in that night I felt as though I could have done anything with no consequences. But to really pinpoint the exact ordeals of what I really felt in that state, I was really awkward and it really annoyed me when she was trying to deepen the kiss." She laughs in response at the faces I'm making when I picture the scene like it is happening in front of me right now.

"Truth or Dare?" Santana grabs my hands that were rested by my sides, so she just places it on her lap, trailing her thumb on the back of my hand making my heart pound which by all means is the only thing I am hearing right now. The constant concentration I have on the sound of my pounding heart literally overshadows the question Santana just asked.

"Truth or dare?"

"Uh I choose dare." Checking the golden watch on my wrist to see what the time is. I notice that it's almost 6 o'clock in the morning. Damn time has gone by very fast just being inside this closed room.

"I dare you that once we get out of this elevator that we both will go ice skating."

"What Santana, you know I can't ice skate." I protest, pouting my pink lips hoping she'll give in. Ever since we've moved here she's been begging me to go with her.

"You have to."

"Alright whatever, truth or dare?" Santana mutters a small truth just before she yawns tiredly as she let's go of my hands to stretch wildly above her head. In that moment I know exactly the question I can already ask her without even thinking.

"Santana what are we?"


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