A/N- This is part 3 of Paris. No London involved yet. Hope you guys enjoy! Don't forget to review, still got a lot of drama and romance to go! Xx

"Okay can we stop; my feet are really starting to hurt." Brittany complained. The two girls walked around for the last two hours, knocking on doors and not one person had been kind enough to take them in.

"Well don't expect me to carry you." Santana huffed as she too decided to slow down a little. Brittany sat on the floor in the middle of nowhere. It was dark, cold and she desperately needed food in her. "I'm hungry; do you realize we haven't eaten all day?"

Santana sighed. "Yep, I mean the last thing we both ate was the…"

Brittany smiled and raised her brow suggestively. "Don't even say it."

"The Brittany lobster…" Santana teased, which resulted in the blonde throwing a small rock at her.

"Let's try that house up ahead, the one by the farmhouse." Santana pointed towards the direction of it when Brittany failed to locate the building.

"Uh where you going, at least carry me back up." Brittany bemoaned. Santana rolled her eyes and turned around, offering her hand for the blonde to take. She held on longer than expected but reluctantly let go when she saw Brittany's cheeks redden. I never realized I had such an effect on her. Santana quietly mused to herself as they walked down.

"No you do it."

"You got us into this mess, you talk." Brittany hissed.

"I did it for all the other houses so why do-" Santana stopped when an irritating voice transferred into her ears. "Hello girls, what seems to be the problem?" The man asked.

Santana nudged Brittany. The blonde stammered. "I... we, k-kind of, we were wondering if y-you…"

Santana grunted. "We were wondering if you could let us stay the night, we have nowhere else to go…" She explained with a full smile.

"Me and my wife would be more than happy to help out a few young girls, come on in." The man moved aside, allowing Brittany and Santana to walk in.

"Honey, who is it?" A small woman appeared from the kitchen. "Oh, you invited students from your school?" She chirped questionably, eyeing the two girls sat on the sofa.

"No…of course not." The man laughed. "They have nowhere to stay for the night." The small woman smiled gingerly. "And you didn't think to run it by me first?"

"If it's a problem we can go…" Brittany offered. Santana glared at her. "What are you doing, we don't have anywhere else to go…"

"Oh nonsense, my wife is just worried you'll leave germs everywhere…" The man then whispered, "She has OCD…"

Santana nodded her head. "We'll be sure to clean up any mess that we make, won't we Brittany?" She said the blonde's name through gritted teeth.

Brittany smiled forcefully. "Yes, of course."

The husband and wife sat on the other sofa, opposite the girls. "So I'm Will and this is my wife Emma." He introduced.

"Well I'm Santana… And this is Brittany." She looked at the blonde once and then said, "We're actually here from Ohio, we'll be flying back next week."

"Nice story you got there…" Emma sarcastically commented. "So are you both like a couple or something?" Brittany tensed. She coughed awkwardly and refused to make any eye contact with the woman.

"Emma…" Will berated. "I don't think the girls will take too kindly with you prying into their private business."

"I'd like to know our guests a little bit more and since we are allowing them to stay under our roof, then that makes it my business too." She remarked.

Will stifled a laugh and turned his head to face the girls. "You'll have to forgive my wife; she used to be a guidance counselor so she has a habit of sticking her nose into things."

Emma ignored her husband's words. "You didn't answer my question." She said, looking at Brittany and Santana.

"Actually…" Santana stopped Brittany from continuing with the raise of her hand. "Yes, yes we are. We're very happy as well if you must know." She finished, taking Brittany's hand into hers.

Brittany stared at their locked hands in bewilderment. She tried to pull away but Santana surprisingly had a strong grip. Emma exchanged a look with Will. The latter most certainly hadn't expected that. "Can we talk privately in the kitchen for a second?"

Will followed his wife and Brittany instantly pulled her hand away from Santana's. "What exactly are you playing at?"

Santana smirked. "Oh come on, I just wanted a reaction. You know, to see how they'd feel about lesbians."

"I am not a lesbian…" Brittany stated in a firm voice.

"Yes, I know, I just wanted…" Santana trailed off. "You know what, forget it." She mumbled quietly.

Emma closed the kitchen door and folded her arms across her chest. "Lesbians…? You allowed lesbians into our house? Ohio lesbians who we know nothing about and could possibly have the most gruesome of diseases."

Will shrugged. "Look, I'm just as shocked as you are but come on; they're just a bunch of teenage girls, it wouldn't be right for us to chuck them out because of their sexual orientation."

Emma sighed. "Yeah maybe you're right…but this doesn't mean I'm not angry with you though."

"Ah you know how much I love you…" Will placed a quick kiss on his wife's cheek. "I'll tell the girls to join us for dinner." Emma nodded in approval and swiftly began setting up the table.

The four sat around the kitchen table when Will posed a question towards Santana. "So, you mentioned coming over from Ohio, what brought you to France?"

Santana chewed on her food and glanced sideways at Brittany who hadn't touched her plate yet. "We're on a European holiday with a few of our other friends; we actually missed our flight to London today."

"Oh right…" Will answered. "Me and Emma actually moved down here last year, we lived in New York before."

Santana smiled forcefully. "That's nice…"

"You haven't touched your food yet…" Emma gently uttered to Brittany. "Are you freaked out that I cleaned all the chairs and the table and the cutlery before we sat down to eat?"

Brittany hesitated. "I'm not hungry; would it be okay if I just went straight to sleep?" Emma half smiled and looked to her husband. "Yeah sure, honey could you please show her the guest room?"

A few minutes later, Santana also excused herself from the table. She made her way upstairs and truthfully feared the worst. The last thing she wanted was for Brittany to give her the cold shoulder. It just hurt way too much.

"Hi…" She said as she entered the room. Brittany was stood by the windows, refusing to acknowledge Santana's presence.

Santana dumped her bags on the bed and walked over to Brittany. Keeping her distance she quipped, "There's only one bed, what do you wanna do?"

"I know…" Brittany stated simply. "You can have the room, I won't be sleeping here." The blonde continued looking outside the window. Santana scrunched her face in confusion. "Uh, where will you sleep then?"

Brittany picked her luggage up and stumbled out of the room. Santana could hear the blonde conversing with Will and Emma and then she heard the front door being shut. She hopped over to the window and eyed Brittany. Oh gosh, not the farmhouse.

Just thought I'd let you know sweetie that your dad has bought a house in New York. I don't know what's going on but I just hope you're not stressing too much and your enjoying yourself. Love you baby. (Mum)

Brittany found the farmhouse extremely cold, not to mention the horrible stench that radiated from the stables. A part of her was genuinely pissed off with Santana over the whole fiasco with Will and Emma. But it was the text message from her mum that really had her worried. All she knew was that she just had to be away from Santana, away from her feelings and away from the one she so badly desired.

The door creaked open and Brittany gasped. Fearing for her life she stuttered, "W-who's t-there?" "Oh it's only you…" The blonde sighed in relief.

Santana frowned. "You really shouldn't be in here, you'll catch a cold." Brittany shrugged her shoulders casually and turned away.

"Please don't be like that…" Santana pleaded as she scooted closer towards the blonde. "You gave me the best birthday ever and now 24 hours on, it's like you don't even wanna know me anymore."

Brittany played with the hay on the ground. "It's complicated, you wouldn't understand." Santana placed herself next to the blonde. "I'm sorry about before, I don't even know what possessed me to say that we're girlfriends."

Brittany glanced up at her and felt overwhelmed. Girlfriends. It just sounded so right in her head. So why was her heart having a difficult time over it? Why couldn't she accept herself as a lesbian? "It's fine, you don't have to keep apologizing every time you know."

"I just don't like it when I'm the reason behind your frown." Santana honestly croaked.

"When I'm happy, you're happy… right?" Brittany said amused.

"Exactly like that…" Santana responded. She tilted her head down to the sight in front of her. "Uh Brittany, what happened here?"

The blonde blushed. "Oh, I wanted to start up a fire but for some reason, it just wouldn't work."

Santana giggled and picked up the matchsticks from the floor. "Who gave you these?"

"I asked Emma if she had any before I left the house…" Brittany replied. Santana studied the blonde's face for a while.

"Shall we go back inside, or do you wanna?" Brittany trailed off when Santana took something out from her pocket. "I was hoping we could get our taste buds onto this." She said, waving the bottle around the blonde's face.

"I cannot believe you sometimes…You stole a bottle of cognac from the people who kindly offered a room to us."

"I'll replace it…" Santana mused as she necked down the beverage. Brittany nodded her head in disgust. "Here try some, it's good."

"It's cold…" Brittany rubbed her hands together. "And no, I don't want to try anything, thanks."

"Suit yourself." Santana jested and placed the bottle to the ground. "You still cold?" She asked. Brittany rolled her eyes. "What do you think?"

Santana closed the gap between them and hesitantly wrapped one of her arms around Brittany's shoulder. "D-don't, I'm not that cold." The blonde muttered and pushed her arm away. Santana deflated visibly and went back to the drink.

Santana woke up and groggily scanned her surroundings. She was still in the farm house. She quickly checked the time on the phone, it was only 3am. "Shit, where's Brittany…?" She then noticed the liquor bottle on the floor. It was completely empty.

Let me fly with the wind, god help meeee.

Santana heard a distant singing voice from outside. She noticed it as Brittany's and the blonde definitely sounded drunk.

The chill in the breeze sets my body on fire,

Ohhh I wanna make love to youu.

Brittany in her drunken state tip-toed back into the farmhouse. She was shocked to find Santana awake but still sang anyway.

Come into my embrace, let me hold you. She glided towards Santana who was remotely stunned to see another side of Brittany. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh…" The blonde screamed out. "I am sooooo drunk…" Santana just in time held onto Brittany otherwise she would've made a sweet connection with the ground. "Whoa steady there, what happened to you?" The brunette croaked.

"Y-you were r-right about t-the cognac t-tasting g-goood…" Brittany slurred. "I've n-neveeeer felt s-so aliiive." She gripped Santana's waist and flashed her a soft smile. "W-we s-should dance, it'll h-help me to c-calm d-down a little."

Santana inhaled deeply. Though she loved the close proximity between them, she knew Brittany was a little dazed and felt that she'd be taking advantage of the blonde. "Uh, maybe we should head back and get some sleep?"

"Y-you slept already, s-stop being s-such a p-party pooper." Brittany said through hiccups. She gently swayed their hips together and stared directly into Santana's eyes. "I'm s-sure you k-know a g-good move or two."

Santana felt her heart was about to pop out anytime soon. The intense stare from Brittany even rattled the butterflies in her stomach. "I'm not much of a dancer…" She breathed.

"W-well what do y-you specialize in t-then? Brittany replied. She gently brushed Santana's back with the tip of her thumb. The touch sent shockwaves through both girls and their faces were now within kissing distance.

"Ways to keep you happy…" Santana croaked. "When I won that stuffed toy for you…and when I jumped into the water, I knew then that I'd do anything…" Santana placed her hand on the blonde's cheek. "Anything to keep a smile on your face…"

Brittany felt a lump in her throat and breathed rapidly. "Y-you s-should concentrate on y-your h-happiness, n-not mine." She said timidly.

"What if I told you that you are my hap-" The farm house door opened and both girls quickly jumped away from each other. "Girls, me and Emma searched everywhere for you both, what are you doing in here?" Will asked confused.

"W-we, um, we…"

"Needed some air…" Santana quickly jumped in and answered for Brittany. She eyed the empty liquor bottle on the floor and gently kicked it to the side away from Will's sight. "Uh, so you thought the best place for air would be the farmhouse?"

Santana rubbed her face in annoyance. "Just leave the front door open, please. "We'll be there in five minutes."

"As you wish…" Will raised his hand and closed the door. Santana huffed out in irritation and walked over to Brittany. "Hey, what's the matter?" She whispered when she noticed her eyes welling up.

"I-I f-feel so numb a-and…" Santana used her sleeve to wipe the few tears away. "I j-just wanna go b-back h-home to my f-family." Brittany finished with a sniffle.

Santana felt her own emotions come crashing down. She instantly pulled Brittany in for a hug, using every single inch of her body. The two embraced each other, holding on tightly. Brittany sobbed quietly against her neck and feared to let go. She wanted to be in Santana's arms, she wanted the both of them to be able to express what they really felt about each other. Santana closed her eyes and gently stroked Brittany's hair. Their movements were fluid and natural, as if they'd stood like this many times before.

Due to Brittany's constant pleading all morning, the girls were outside the airport an hour before their flight scheduled to take off. The blonde couldn't take any chances. "Come on Santana, I just didn't want us to miss the flight again."

Santana yawned. It was one of them really long ones and Brittany rolled her eyes. "I really don't get why you're complaining, at least you slept a little."

"I need a strong drink, coffee won't do…" Santana said toneless. Brittany punched her shoulder. "Ouch, what was that for?"

"You said you need a strong drink, I thought a strong punch would be better." Brittany chirped. "And look, you're wide awake now…"

Santana muttered and cursed under her breath. Brittany smiled to herself. "I'm sorry; here let me make it all better for you." She massaged the area that had been slightly bruised, allowing her fingers to soothe the pain away. Santana relaxed in the moment and a little moan released from her mouth. "Okaay, I think that should be enough." Brittany quavered as the heat crept into her cheeks.

"Is that all? Surely I deserve a little bit more?" Santana asked, pretending to be all sad about it. "Stop being such a baby." Brittany countered, with half a smile.

Santana looked at her phone. "49 minutes to go, what do we do until then smarty-pants?"

Brittany fixed her gaze on something in front of her and Santana had to double check to make sure she'd heard right the first time. "Sorry, what? You want to go inside a church?"

"Yeah, it's so beautiful…let's go check it out." Brittany turned around, grabbing onto Santana's arm. "No way, churches aren't worth a look." The brunette remarked.

"Oh come on, we'll only be two minutes…" Brittany frowned. "Isn't it supposed to be 'If I'm happy, then you're happy'…" She added, knowing full well that Santana would have to give in now.

"You are one wicked person…" She said tentatively. "Fine, away we go then…" Santana sighed in defeat and followed the excited Brittany into to the church.

"Wow, this really is so beautiful." Brittany said in awe as they walked down the church. Santana scanned her surroundings and she wasn't pleased.

"You'd think a holy building like this would know how to keep clean." She commented, glancing at the statue of Jesus in front of her. "People actually pray, to him?" She gestured with her finger.

Brittany smiled. "Of course…if we really want something and pray for it, then God will always listen."

"Right…" Santana drawled out. "So are we finished in here?" She questioned, wanting to get out as soon as possible. Brittany didn't look impressed. "Go wait over there by the side, I won't be long."

Santana reluctantly walked over and picked up a small book that was on top of a small table. "The Bible…" She said in horror and quickly placed it back down. "This place gives me the chills." Santana looked over her shoulder and was mesmerized by the sight in front of her. Brittany had been knelt down and with her eyes closed and hands clasped together, there she was praying. She faltered slightly and felt her body shiver. Realization dawned upon her and she was now 100% sure about her feelings. I'm in love with Brittany.

"So shall we leave now?" Brittany smiled infectiously towards Santana. The brunette nodded her head and scooted towards Brittany. As they walked down the church, Santana asked, "What did you ask God for?"

Brittany grinned this time. "You're not supposed to speak about what you want, it's best to keep it between God and yourself."

Santana watched on as Brittany continued. "I firmly believe that when someone seeks something with a pure heart, then they are sure to have their prayers answered."

Oh Really? Santana mentally pondered. She stopped walking and Brittany tilted her head. "Here, take my bags, I'll be out in a minute."

"Why, what happened?" Brittany said.

"Don't worry that sweet head of yours, just go, I'll be real quick." Santana stated firmly. Brittany shrugged her shoulders and briskly walked away.

Santana waited until Brittany was completely out of sight. She strolled back to the front of the church and knelt down in the exact same position that Brittany occupied a few minutes ago. Instead of clasping her hands together, she waved at the statue in front of her and nervously worried about what to say.

"Hi, I'm Santana…I'm sorry but I really don't know how this works. I don't know the first thing about praying." She stifled a laugh. "I'm not here for me actually…you see that girl, Brittany, well she's an amazing person and has the most biggest of hearts." Santana breathed in, before continuing. "So please give her whatever she prayed for, I'd be really grateful…Thank you". Santana finished and plastered a genuine smile across her face.

Brittany slouched against the walls outside the church, patiently waiting for Santana. As if on cue, the brunette appeared in front of Brittany's sight and gestured for her bags to be given back.

"You took long in there." Brittany asked with a suggestive brow.

"I had a date with God, needed to get some things off my chest." Santana prodded back.

"Really?" Brittany scoffed. "10 minutes ago you said how churches were not worth going into and now you're telling me that you actually prayed, to God?" The blonde quipped, shocked, to say the least.

"Yep, I did." Santana said, pleased with herself. "Your words encouraged me to do so…In fact, just everything about you…" She trailed off, realizing that she was going into too much detail.

Brittany smiled and gently mused, "I'm touched, that you actually prayed for the first time in your life, I'm proud of you…"

"I'm proud of myself…" Santana beamed, which caused both girls to laugh.

"Right, come on, London's waiting for us…" Brittany motioned with her head and hooked her arm with Santana's. Maybe her feelings were yet to be properly figured out but one thing she certainly couldn't deny; Santana was slowly capturing her heart.

Brittany sat on her seat as she could only watch in amusement at the scene unfolding in front of her. "You don't understand, we're friends and I'd really appreciate it if you could take my seat and let me sit with her…" Santana pleaded with the fat old man.

You see, Santana had found out that her plane seat was next to some random woman, guess she should've checked the tickets once they were purchased. Brittany tried her hardest to keep in the laughter. "Unless you want to sit on my lap, I suggest you go away and leave me in peace."

Santana tried again. "Here look, my seat is over there 3C…" She gestured towards the back. "At least you'll get to sit with someone your age…"

The man turned his head around. "No way will I be sitting there, not with that woman, I'm sorry." He ushered Santana away with the raise of his hand.

Santana muttered underneath her breath and reluctantly walked towards her seat. She glanced at Brittany, who in turn could only give her a half-hearted smile. The blonde positioned herself and rolled her eyes when the man beside her started to dish flirty compliments towards her way. There must've been at least a good 25 years age gap; obviously he had no standards.

Santana greeted the woman next to her. "Hi, I wanted to sit with that blonde girl over there, she's a friend of mine…"

The woman, who was at least in her 40's just shrugged. "Yeah, so what do you want me to do?" Santana noticed how she kept staring at the man sat next to Brittany. It was...awkward.

"I was wondering if you could sit there and I could call her over to your seat..." The woman scoffed, Santana continued. "Actually, I already asked the gentleman over there but he wouldn't budge, he's a terribly grumpy man..."

"Yes I know...that gentleman is my husband." Brittany overheard the whole conversation and this time couldn't contain her laughter. Santana gazed at her wearily. Now was not the time for entertainment. She turned her head back to the woman and laughed gingerly. "Husband and wife...? So shouldn't you both be sitting together?"

"We've been fighting for a week now, I'm sorry but I need space away from him..."

Santana resigned in defeat and accepted this. She chanced another glance at Brittany and found that the blonde was staring openly at her too. There was a small twinkle in her eye; something Santana believed was legit and reserved only for her. She placed her head on the back of the seat and closed her eyes. Everything would be revealed in London, she was going to tell Brittany about her feelings, about her love for her. A small smile crept up on her face as she pictured all the different ways of telling Brittany, she wanted it to be the perfect moment. Little did she know that Brittany too was deep in her thoughts. She needed to tell Santana the truth; about her father's plans, about her impending marriage to Finn.

Heartbreak was around the corner for one of these girls.