I'M SO SORRY MAN. Seriously, I'm really sorry, but I just wasn't feeling the fanfic vibes lately and I couldn't write mate. Plus, my computer suddenly went all shitty so yeah, sorry again.

xoKara: Thanks love!

allilurks: Yeah, it is really sad, but it was necessary. Anyways, soon you'll find out :)

Gosh, you two are so great, thanks for being nice to me!

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You wake up to the smell of pancakes and the sound of Amy Winehouse playing on your stereo. You're taken by surprise for a moment, but then you notice Santana's not on the bed with you, and even though you miss feeling that close to her, you're really excited for those pancakes.

You get up and brush your teeth, smiling as you see Santana's used the toothbrush you bought her some days ago. This feels really homey, you think as you walk towards the kitchen.

You want to take her by surprise, so you approach her slowly and carefully. And then, you hear it. You're confused for a moment, but deep down you know what it is. Santana's singing. More like whisper-singing, and it's barely audible, but it's defnitely there. You stand there, close to her, and listen to her voice. It's smokey and sexy and beautiful and all kinds of arousing, and your breathing gets a bit heavy. Her voice starts to quiver slightly, like she's trying really hard to keep it going.

"Your voice's beautiful" You whisper as you hug her from behind. She doesn't jump or even show any signs of surprise, and you realize why her voice was quivering. She was nervous, you think. You ain't an expert, though.

She relaxes against your body, and you kiss the top of her head. She let's out a sigh of happiness.

"This is nice" You mutter against her hair. "Waking up to someone and all that." You explain.

She nods.

You help her with the pancakes and almost die out of complete adoration when you see she's made chocolate chip pancakes. You told her they were your favorite a while ago.

"Hey... I've been thinking... Do you think I can learn sign language?" You say slowly. "Or am I... Like... Too stupid to do it?" You ask, frowning at the word.

She lets out a breath that screams exhasperation and grabs her notebook, writing wildly.

"Don't EVER use that fucking word again okay? You're a genius, Brittany, and as I alredy told you, don't let people tell you otherwise"

You smile at her cuteness, and blush a bit for doing something that pisses her off.

After breakfast, she starts to teach you sign language. It's really hard and you keep getting distracted by Lord Tubbington, and she keeps letting out hufs of annoyance every time the cat shows up. She got scared the first time she saw it, weeks ago. She said it wasn't a cat and you kept saying it was, and she said that someone had tricked her into buying an alien. You laughed at her, and eventually, you managed to convince her it was a cat.

Anyway, you cook her lunch while she convinces her mother (she explained to you that her mother was travelling the first time you went to her house) to let her sleep over at your place again, and you have to call her and swear you're going to take care of her daughter before she says yes.

It's eight p.m. and you're writing while Santana stares at you. It's kind of weird, but also nice. Suddenly, you burst out laughing.

"What are you even doing?" You ask, chuckling.

She smiles and chuckles before answering with a "Watching you write".

"But that's no fun! You can go do other stuff while I write, I just need to finish this page."

She gets on all fours since you're both sitting on the floor, and leans over. When her mouth is pratically touching your earlobe she whispers a throaty, barely audible and really raw "You're no fun."

Your heart stops and you gasp because fuck, that was probably the hottest thing someone's ever done. You look at her and her pupils are really dark and she's got a sexy smirk on her face and you just kind of lose your mind and kiss her, making her lay down on the floor as you do so, exploring her mouth like you're life depends on it. She grabs your face and kisses back, hard. You let out a moan, because fuck. Suddenly, there are hands grabbing your shirt and tugging it up slightly. You break away and she's looking at you, asking for permission. You nod with a smile.

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I suppose you guys know what's coming next chapter ;)