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Yea… this night was pretty perfect.

The next morning I could feel Santana's body pressed up against mine. We must have somehow moved even closer together while we were sleeping. I could feel light breaths hitting my cheek, and I flinch immediately, because it kind of tickles. I guess she felt my body jerk a little, because the arm that she had draped over my waist pulled me a little closer, if that's even possible.

I wonder what all of this means. Why is she always being so nice to me… and kissing me? I'd like to think of her as a good friend, but friends definitely don't kiss each other. I wonder if maybe she's… No couldn't be, I mean she was or issleeping with that Noah guy. So she can't be that. Right? I feel her grip on me get stronger. I slowly pry open my eyes to take a look at the woman lying right in front of me... I frown at the sight. I was expecting to see a beautifully relaxed face.

But, her features aren't relaxed at all; in fact they are the exact opposite. Her face was fixed in a scowl, and her eyebrows were twitching every once in a while. She must be having a bad dream. I should wake her up. Just as I was about to lightly shake her she began to mumble something.

"Britt, I'm sorry… I never meant to hurt you." She mumbled pleadingly.

What? I furrow my eyebrows. She's having a dream about me?

"I was going to tell you… I… just…" Then she mumbled something else, but it was kind of slurred. It sounded like 'I shouldn't have let it go this far'. I don't know. "Please, Britt… Don't leave me." Huh? I felt the overwhelming need to protest to her pleading, because I'm right here I'm not going anywhere.

"Santana, wake up." I say softly. I don't want to scare her. She's already having a nightmare… about me. I feel her grip around me tighten up even more. Damn, she's strong. "Santana, I'm not going anywhere." I say a little louder still trying to wake her up. That didn't help.

Her grip just got stronger and stronger. What the hell is happening in this dream? "No, no please…" She mumbled. Now it just feels like she's crushing my lungs, and it seriously feels like she's squeezing the air right out of me. Shit hurts!

I move my hand up to her shoulder and begin to shake her lightly. "Santana, wake up." I don't know if she thought I was trying to push her away, but the shaking only intensified her grip. Shit! "Santana, wake up!" I say a little louder than I intended to, but I just want her to wake up… and let me go from her bone crushing grip.

"Please, Britt…" Her grip got tighter.

"Ouch… San, you're hurting me!" I almost yelled out in pain. That worked. Her eyes shot open, and she immediately let me go. I took a moment to appreciate the fact that I could breathe again before looking at her questioningly. I wanted to say something along the lines of 'what the fuck?' but let's be serious I could never talk to her like that after everything that happened last night.

Plus when I looked up at her, she looked… scared no terrified was a better word. I want to ask her what happened in the dream but before I could even part my lips she hopped up from the bed and began to gather her things.

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. Did I miss something? "Santana I…" I was quickly cut off.

"Britt, I'm sorry." She said while holding her belongings in one hand and combing through her hair with the other hand. "I… just… we…" Hm? She let out a defeated sigh before shaking her head. "Can I use the bathroom? I need to change back into my clothes before I leave."

"Why are you…" I was cut off again. Ok, I know she's Santana, and everything good for me right now, but she can't keep cutting me off and acting all strange.

"Can I?" She asked.

I let out a sigh, and nod my head. With that she made her way into the bathroom, and locked the door. I just sat there glued to my bed. What the hell just happened? What was that dream about? Why is she acting like that? I let my head fall against the headboard I could hear the sound of water running in the bathroom.

I don't want her to leave. I don't want to be left alone after last night. Besides she told me she wouldn't leave me, so why is she getting ready to go anyway?... Is she afraid that I might leave her? I mean she was practically begging me not to leave in her dream. But why would I leave her? If anything I should have been the one begging her to stay.

I was deep in thought when the bathroom door slowly began to open. Shit, I didn't even think about what I would say when she came out. Damn it! She slowly stepped out with her eyes fixed on the ground. Good, that means she can't see my 'deer caught in headlights' look.

"Um…" she said while playing with her hands. "I'll see you later." Her eyes were still fixed on the floor as she began to turn around and walk out of my room.

"I won't leave you!" I blurt out, in an attempt to stop her from leaving. She quickly whips her head around to look at me with a mixture of shock and confusion.

"W-what? What are you talking about?" She asked while raising one eyebrow.

I shrug my shoulders, and look her up and down. "I don't know. Earlier you were having a bad dream about me, and you were begging me not to leave you." I said while finally getting off of my bed, and walking closer to her. "And I thought that's why you're in such a rush to leave now… because you think I will leave you…"

I walk even closer to her. She still has a mixture of shock and surprise written on her face, but now there's a hint of a blush. "But, Santana I wouldn't leave you, ever. You're like the bestest friend I've ever had… well besides Rachel." I say with a smile.

She gave me a small shy smile before I pulled her into a hug. She rested her head on my shoulder and wrapped her arms around my waist. I don't know what it is, but I just really want to kiss her right now. Would that even be ok? Of course it would, she's kissed me before so why can't I kiss her?

With my mind made up, I pull away slightly, causing her to raise her head and look at me. Before she could say anything I quickly closed the gap between us. Our lips met in a sweet kiss, neither one of us moved, but that's because I froze. I was so used to her making the first move, and taking charge. But it never dawned on me that if I kissed her I would have to be the one to take charge. Shit.

I didn't feel so confident anymore, and that was partly because she stood there frozen too. I could feel my cheeks grow red with embarrassment. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. I quickly pull away from her, untangling myself from her arms and focusing my attention on the floor. "Sorry." I mumble. I'm not even sure if she heard me. Whatever this is stupid.

I didn't get a reply, but she didn't move either. I just stood there with my gazed focused downward. I didn't dare look up at her. "You don't ever have to apologize for that." She said softly. It still wasn't enough to make me look up at her. "Do it again." But that was.

My eyes immediately met hers. She pulled me back into her embrace before closing in on me. My eyes flutter shut in response. I could feel her breath hit my lips. I stood there unmoved waiting to feel her lips on mine. Nothing. Growing impatient I opened my eyes again to see what the holdup was.

She was looking back at me with those big brown eyes and a smirk drawn on her face. "I said, do it again." She repeated softly. "I want you to kiss me." Oh! With that I closed the small gap that was between us. At first, the kiss was simple, but I could feel things slowly heating up. The kiss that started out simple grew very frantic. Our lips were popping and smacking against each other, and I began to feel a rare, but familiar, tugging feeling between my legs.

I haven't felt like this in forever. I was so turned on. It felt like I was falling into… my bed? How did she get on top of me? My confusion was quickly forgotten when I felt her hand make its way down to rubbing my inner thigh. Shit. We can't do this now. I don't even know what we are. Are we a couple? Like a real one now?

Her lips broke away from mine for a moment before she began to suck hard on my neck. "Mmm." I couldn't help but let out a moan of pleasure. Her mouth just felt so damn good. But this can't happen. "Santana…" I moan out. Shit. It wasn't supposed to sound like that. She kept sucking, and I'm pretty sure that's going to leave a mark.

"Santana, please, stop." I finally moan out. Damn I sound so pathetic, but it worked. She stopped her assault on my neck before standing very abruptly.

"Sorry, Britt… I didn't mean to." She said nervously.

"Now, it's my turn to say, you don't ever have to apologize for that." I said with a devious smile.

"No, I know how you feel about sex, and I don't know what I was thinking…"

"No, San, its fine really." I said, and it really was fine. For some reason the thought of doing that with her excited me. It seemed like she was… different. Like she wouldn't take away from me, but give something to me. "I wanted to… it's just… me and you… are we… like… you know…"

She raised her eyebrows in confusion. "No, actually I don't."

"Um, are we… San are you gay?" I couldn't think of any other way to ask. I want to know what it is that we have, because friends don't do this kind of stuff.

"What?" She choked out. I think I took her by surprise, because within a matter of seconds she turned paler than me.

"Are you gay?" I ask again.

"No!" She said defensively. But I don't know why. I mean the whole world already thought she was gay thanks to the rumor spreading paparazzi.

"Well, then why did you kiss me all those times, what about last night, and just now?" I sounded like I was getting a little angry, and that's because I was. I guess that's because I was secretly hoping she would say yes.

"Are you gay?" She asked while defensively crossing her arms.

"No." I answer honestly. "I'm not gay… bi, or straight." She looked at me confused. "I was never the type to label myself. I've had boyfriends and girlfriends in the past, and I don't care too much for labels. I've just always kind of went with the flow of things." I said with a shrug. "The only reason I asked you that was because you are really confusing me right now. I just want to know what this is." I said motioning between me and her. "Before last night I just thought we were becoming really good friends, but I just have a feeling its more than that now."

"Britt…" She said while plopping down on the bed beside me. "I'm not gay… But you're right. I think this, me and you, goes a little further than just a friendship."

"So what does that mean? What does that make us?" I asked with a hopeful voice. I never really sat down to think about it, but I really like Santana… like a lot especially after last night.

She let out a light chuckle. "Britt, I don't know. You tell me." Shit I was hoping she had all the answers.

"Um… I don't know." I really didn't know what to say. I'm not used to feelings therefore making me incapable of making any decisions regarding this… situation. Fuck, I need to stop hanging around Rachel.

"Oh, I know what we could do." Santana said excitedly. "How about we just go with the flow of things, like you said. We don't have to label ourselves, yet. We can just go with the flow and see what happens." She looked over to me with hopeful eyes.

I smile at how childlike she looks right now. She's just too adorable. "Ok." I say with a nod.

"Ok?" She asks.

"Yep." I say, and her smile grew two times bigger. I don't know why but seeing her so happy like this made me giggle. Soon she joined in with me and began to giggle too. It felt good to feel this good, and laugh like this for no apparent reason at all. It's a fact that Santana is different than everybody else, because she makes me happy.

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"Britt! Where are you?" Santana and I were still lying on my bed when Rachel finally decided to come over after her night out with Quinn.

"We're in here Rache!" I yell out. Santana looked at me with loving brown eyes and gave me a lazy smile. I lost track a long time ago on how long we had been lying there laughing periodically about everything and then nothing at all.

My room door swung open to reveal a very happy Rachel. She was looking down at her phone. She didn't even bother to look up. "Hey, I hope it's ok that I brought Quinn over. We went by Santana's, but she wasn't there so she just came…" Rachel finally tore her gaze from her phone to see Santana and I. "Oh, well never mind… Quinn She's in here!" Rachel yelled.

"Oh gosh." Santana said. I looked over to her and I could see a light blush creep up on her face. She quickly turned her head and buried her face into the pillows. I just gave her a look of confusion before turning back to look at Quinn walking up behind Rachel.

"Santana, I was looking all over for your ass. I should've known you would be with Brittany doing…" She stopped mid-sentence and gasped… rather dramatically. I immediately start to panic because what the hell? "Oh my gosh! Brittany is that a hickey?" She asked with the hugest smile. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I forgot about that.

I could hear Santana's groaning through my pillows. Rachel snapped her head to me and gave me a devious smile. "Did you guys do it?" Rachel squealed. I don't answer. I know I probably look like a tomato right now. Shit. I don't know what to say, so I do what anybody would do in this embarrassing situation. I burry my face in the pillows right beside Santana.

"Oh my gosh!" Quinn laughed out. "You guys totally did it!" I could feel my bed shift beside me, and I'm not sure if Santana moved or if Quinn and Rachel decided to join us.

"We did not!" Santana said. Oh it was Santana that moved.

"Yes you did." Quinn playfully said back.

"Britt you should have told me, and I wouldn't have come barging in like that!" Rachel said.

"But, we didn't do anything." I said in the pillows.

"Well then how do you explain that hickey on your neck?" Quinn asked.

Silence.

"Exactly." The other blonde said in victory. "Well enough, talk about the sex that you two obviously had, and more talk about your appearances." With the change of subject my head popped up from the pillows to face Quinn and Rachel again.

"Yea, you two haven't really made any public appearances together, and people are starting to talk." Rachel said.

"And that's definitely not good for your image… as a couple." Quinn finished.

"So Quinn and I have taken the liberty to book you two an interview with Ok! Magazine. We were going to do talk show, but we figured your first couple interview shouldn't have to be in front of a live audience."

"We think it would be better if you two do a magazine interview and have one-on-one time with a reporter just to see how good you guys can keep up this little charade." Quinn chimed.

"Well since they did have sex… I don't think there will be much of a charade." Rachel said.

Santana and I just sat there and watched Quinn and Rachel go back and forth finishing each other's sentences and thoughts. Yea, they really do belong together. I got so caught up in watching them ramble on about Santana and I that I forgot where I was. That is until I felt a soft hand gently begin to rub up and down my forearm.

I snap my attention to the brunette beside me, and she has this cute little smirk on her face which causes me to smile back at her. I would really like to kiss her.

"Ugh! You guys are really pathetic." Quinn said with a dramatic eye roll. "Your interview is on Friday. Rachel and I will be in the living room. You guys can join us after you get finished with round two." She grabbed Rachel's hand and closed the door behind them as they left.

"Wow, that wasn't embarrassing at all." I let out sarcastically.

"Yea, that's just how Quinn is sometimes." Santana said while chuckling, and then giving me a light peck on the cheek.

"What was that for?" I ask.

"I don't know, because… well just because." She shrugged her shoulders and looked away. Cute. I lean forward and give her a peck on the lips.

"That was just because too." There was a short pause. "Now, come on let's get up before they get anymore bright ideas." With that we both made our way into the living room where Rachel and Quinn were watching something unimportant on TV.

"Wow that was fast." Quinn said while answering a text on her phone.

"That's because we didn't do anything." I flopped down next to Rachel on the couch.

"Yea, yea San we have to go Mike said he's on his way over to your place." Quinn said while grabbing her keys and standing to leave. Did she say Mike? The fuck is Mike? It better not be another guy she uses for… pleasure. I could feel my anger start to rise.

No, we technically aren't exclusive, and she can do whatever or whoever she wants, but she and I are something. We have something between us right? So that means all these other guys have to stop, after all I am single now. So it's only fair.

"You're leaving already?" Rachel asked with a hint of sadness, well hell a lot of sadness evident in her voice.

"Yea, Mike needs to see Santana about God knows what and I drove so, I have to go, but I'll text you and we can set up another outing." Quinn said.

I wasn't even paying attention to them. My mind was focused on Mike. Who the fuck is Mike? I look up to Santana and she was looking at the TV as if Quinn did not just say some guy was on his way to her house. "Um, Quinn whose Mike?" I tried to hide the anger in my voice, and I think I did pretty well.

"Calm down Brittany, Mike is like way out of the picture. He's San's hairstylist." Oh, well I feel like a total jackass. It's a good thing I didn't voice my opinion. I looked back to Santana and she gave me a small smirk before making her way over to me.

"You have nothing to worry about." She then placed a lingering kiss on my lips.

"Haven't you two had enough of each other today?" Quinn said.

I just roll my eyes before I reluctantly pull away. "Text me later kay?"

"Okay." She gave me one last quick peck before being pulled out the door by Quinn.

I hope that wasn't too bad. But, I want you guys to keep that dream Santana had in mind, not in the front just somewhere in the back. & You can look forward to learning about Britt and San's family in the near chapters. Sorry I missed my weekly deadline. I can't say it won't happen again, but it probably won't… maybe. Please don't forget to review!