Chapter 9

*Hey guys, thanks for the reviews. I'm loving Jamtana, still trying to decide to go with it or keep Jamie on the sidelines. Gotta love the classic Brittana. I'm glad you like the story. I'm enjoying writing it.

"What is that?" I mumble, as I roll over to look at my alarm clock: 6:24am.

"Why? Why is someone at my door at 6:24 am?" I whine, looking for a shirt. I stumble around in the dark, no shirt. Oh well, I think, sports bra and track pants, no less than a bathing suit I rationalize. I walk to the door, where someone has banged on it once again reminding me they're still out there. I open the heavy door to find Santana. She's holding breakfast in one hand and coffee in another. She looks like she's been crying.

"Wow," she says, as she tries to stop giving my body the once over. "Happy game day, I thought you could use some breakfast."

I smile, "breakfast sounds good," I say and ask her in. We walk over to the kitchen in the dim glow of the early morning. I flick on the lights; when I turn back to Santana she gives me a weak smile. I'm horrible with crying girls. Why is she crying? I start to unwrap the food.

"Um, look," I said, trying not to make eye contact, "if you're upset because of the food, I can explain, I can't cook. I was smuggling food in to feed you from the deli, it was for your own good!" I finish, smiling as she finally started laughing.

"I knew you were hiding something," she said quietly but with a smile.

"Seriously, I never wanted you find out this way," I explain, struggling to keep a straight face as I pull out the bag of old food containers that I've been waiting to throw out on garbage day.

She's laughing again. That smile is enough to make my day, maybe even my week. Why would someone do anything to make it disappear?

"Thanks for making me smile," she says, as she takes a sip of her coffee. I sit down again across from her and cradle my coffee in my hands.

"Why wouldn't you be smiling at the crack of dawn?" I ask gently.

She shook her head as a tear escaped down her cheek. I handed her a tissue.

"Brittany and I had a fight last night" she explained.

"Oh, that's shitty. What happened?" I asked, not sure if I should. But then again, she must need to talk about it, why else would she be on my doorstep at 6:30am?

"I went over to her place to talk about college applications and it was like she didn't care at all," she paused, wiping her cheek and taking another sip of coffee.

"I just didn't understand, doesn't she want us to go away to school together? Doesn't she think about our future together?" She asked me.

"Maybe she was just overwhelmed by it all, college applications are stressful," I suggested, nodding my head at my own pile.

"I'm sorry, I showed up here and Debbie downed your morning, I just couldn't lie in bed anymore," she apologized.

"Don't be it, it's totally cool," I said.

"No, it's game day and you should be excited and I'm here crying," she continued.

"Hey, I'm glad you came. You're always welcome and I'm always here if you need me," I said as I walked around to give her a hug. Her arms fit perfectly around my bare waist, her head on my shoulder. I pulled back and she slid her hands to my waist.

"Thanks," she said.

"Always," I replied. "I'll throw these in the oven to warm them up, then I'm just going to run to the shower," I said holding up the breakfast she brought.

"Perfect," she smiled.

When I emerged from the shower in my towel a few moments later, forgetting my clothes upstairs, Santana had moved to the couch and had flicked on the TV.

"Hey, did you know tonight's game is going to be televised?" she yelled over her shoulder.

"Yeah, I heard last night, right before I got an email from Coach saying we all have to wear our Sunday best!" I hollered back.

"I don't know about everyone else but my Sunday best includes track pants and a hoodie," she said as I walked a back down.

I looked at her sitting there watching the news, "that's exactly what I said." She stood and turned to come eat breakfast, she said "holy damn".

I looked at her again, "what?" I asked.

"You look amazing," she said, taking in my black dress pants, with a tight fitting white button down. I had thrown my fitted blazer over the chair.

I laughed, "get out of here, it's dress pants and a shirt and its all I've got here."

"Well, I'm serious, it looks great," she states.

I can feel myself blushing and smiling as I slide her breakfast to her and we sit down to eat.

"So, are you nervous?" She asks.

"Absolutely," I say, without even thinking. "I'm kind of glad you came over this morning, once I finally fell asleep, I just kept dreaming about running up and down the field and wiping out in front of the scouts."

She reached across the island and placed her hand on mine, "you'll be amazing, stop worrying," she said.

"Thanks," I reply, looking into her gorgeous brown eyes.

She gets up to put her plate away and takes mine as I eat my last bite.

"Should we go?" I ask. "I could use another coffee run before school," I say, as I struggle to adjust my blazer.

"Sounds good to me," she answers, as she comes to help me. She pulls my collar up and fixes it to fit with the jacket. Then, as I'm straightening my sleeves, she undoes a couple buttons from my shirt.

"There, Santana approved," she says, with a wink. I smile at her, shaking my head. "Thanks again for this morning," she tells me, still standing in front of me.

"Thanks for breakfast," I reply, realizing for the first time that I'm slightly taller than her. She pulls at my jacket and walks to the door. My heart is racing.