Day 8


She dreamt of Santana last night.

When she wakes up, she thinks of Santana again.

She's cooking herself brunch, a duck-shaped omelet, and guess who it reminds her of? Santana.

She's restless, really, with these thoughts clouding her mind. At long last, she takes out her phone and speed-dials '2.'

"Britt," Santana chirps after the second ring.

Brittany hesitates for a moment. She doesn't even know why she called. "Hey," she says at last.

"Hey," Santana replies, her tone having immediately turned gentler. "You okay, Britt-Britt?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Oh, okay… So what's up?"

"I…I don't know," Brittany sighs. "My brain's too small to process all my thoughts."

Santana chuckles a bit, but Brittany only sighs more.

"I'm serious, Santana," Brittany says.

"I know, I know," Santana reassures her, but Brittany can still hear her smiling through the phone. "You want me to come over?" Santana asks genuinely.

Brittany nods, and Santana chuckles again. "Are you nodding, Britts?"

"Yes."

"Alright, don't move. I'll be over in a second."


Santana smiles to herself as she hangs up. She had been waiting all morning for that call…and that is exactly the problem. What has she turned into? Why is she acting like a stupid lovesick teenager? Because she's not in love, not at all. And this is Brittany, her best friend in the whole world, and all of this is just a stupid bet.

It's not real…is it?

Santana runs her hands over her face and sighs. You know what? Everything will be okay. She'll go over to Brittany's right now, and everything will be just like it used to be.


Santana creeps into Brittany's living room and pounces onto an unsuspecting Brittany who's gazing curiously at her ceiling.

Brittany shrieks as she tumbles off the couch with Santana's limbs entangled in hers. "Santana," she gasps when she manages to brush all the hair off her face.

Santana grins down at her. "Hi."

"Hey," Brittany replies with a smile.

Without a second thought, Santana leans down and kisses Brittany roughly.

Brittany kisses back but pushes Santana away after a few seconds. "San…"

"What?"

"Can we…talk?"

"Brittany," Santana whines, panicking that her plan was already failing. "Can we not talk now?"

"But, San, I'm just really confused, okay?"

"Just don't think so much, Britts," Santana tells her as she nibbles on her ear.

"Santana…"

Santana slips her hands underneath Brittany's shirt and runs them greedily over her taut stomach.

"Stop it, Santana," Brittany says more forcefully this time.

But Santana only lifts Brittany's shirt higher and sneaks her hand further up.

"Santana."

Finally, with a sigh, Santana rolls off Brittany's body and sits cross-legged on the carpet. "What did you want to talk about, Britt?" she asks exasperatedly.

Brittany frowns at Santana's harsh tone. She hasn't heard that tone of voice come from Santana in just about…eight days. "Wh-why are you talking to me like that?" Brittany asks softly.

"I've always talked to you like this," Santana spits out.

Brittany bites her lip. "Not recently, you haven't."

"Jesus, Brittany, stop acting like such a baby."

Brittany looks down at her feet but doesn't say anything. What does Santana expect her to say anyway? Santana knows it when she's hurting her, and she clearly doesn't care.

"Britt," Santana says in a gentler tone, "I'm sorry. Now just tell me what's wrong."

Brittany shakes her head. She can't tell Santana anything now, especially not things related to feelings that Santana would certainly not approve of.

"Britt," Santana tries again, "I know I can be a bitch sometimes. Talk to me, please."

"You weren't being a bitch," Brittany mumbles. "You were right. You've always talked like that."

"Don't say that," Santana groans.

Brittany remains silent as she stares at her hands.

"Brittany," Santana coos, shuffling closer on her knees. She reaches out to touch Brittany's arm, but Brittany pulls away and turns her back to Santana.

Santana inches closer again and places a hand on Brittany's shoulder. "Hey."

Brittany shrugs Santana's hand off. "I hate that we're in my house."

"Why?" Santana asks, sitting awkwardly on her heels.

"Because if I angrily storm out right now, then I'll just have to come back later."

"So you want me to leave?" Santana asks quietly.

Brittany doesn't respond.

Santana raises her hand to touch Brittany's hair again, but Brittany flinches away. It almost makes Santana angry, so she stands up abruptly and rolls her eyes. "Britt, are you going to be like this? 'Cause then I'll actually leave."

When Brittany doesn't say anything, Santana sighs and tries one last time. "Just tell me what you wanted to say."

"No."

"Brittany, why are you being so stubborn?" Santana asks loudly, storming over to where Brittany was facing to look her in the eye.

"And why are you yelling?" Brittany challenges.

"Because you're driving me crazy, Britt, that's why."

"How is any of this my fault?" Brittany asks incredulously.

"Because!" Santana shouts, throwing her hands up in the air.

When Brittany sends her another look of disbelief, Santana rolls her eyes and says, "Because you're just always there, being you…and it's driving me crazy! Crazy, Brittany!"

"Santana—"

"You're just there, and the next thing I know, I'm kissing you, and I never, ever want to stop. And when I'm not with you, you'd think my heart finally gets a moment of peace, right? But, no, because all I can think about is you. All I can think about is you and your hair that smells way too fucking sweet. All I can think about is you and your stupid omelets, you and your giggles, you and your pink lips, you and your cute nose… And then you're smiling at me, and it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Fuck, Brittany, you just drive me fucking crazy. Do you understand?"

Santana takes a deep breath as she gages Brittany's reaction, whose widened eyes soften and whose lips curl into a gentle smile. "Looks like we're going to Breadstix," Brittany says with a chuckle.

"Why?"

"Because I'm in love with you, Santana."

Santana cracks a grin at Brittany before reaching out with both hands and tugging Brittany to her feet. "Can I kiss you now?" she whispers onto Brittany's lips.

"Only if you never, ever stop," Brittany breathes.

Santana chuckles as she tiptoes and captures Brittany's lips into a seemingly never-ending kiss. At last, they pull apart for air, but Brittany's flushed cheeks are doing things to Santana, so Santana kisses her again, more passionately and hungrily this time.

Brittany whimpers as she feels Santana tugging on her bottom lip. She throws her arms around Santana's neck and jumps up to wrap her legs around Santana's waist. Catching Brittany by her thighs, Santana grunts at the weight, but her strong arms hold Brittany up easily, and Brittany thinks it's the hottest thing ever.

"Let's go to my room, Santana," Brittany husks, running one hand through Santana's dark hair.

"Are you sure?" Santana asks her.

Staring into Santana's eyes, Brittany bites her lip and nods.

It's kind of the cutest thing Santana's ever seen, so she smiles and presses her lips into Brittany's again as she stumbles her way over to Brittany's room.