Chapter 10:

Mush. This was the only word that could successfully describe the way Brittany's brain felt as she shut the door and leaned her back against it, holding tight to the door knob for support. Her head tilted back, she couldn't stop smiling even if her life depended on it. There was no way that just happened.

"AHEM!" the sound of someone clearing their throat pulled her sharply from her thoughts. She looked over to the left of the door at where Marley sat on the couch reading her book under the reading lamp. "Oh, how nice of you to finally grace this house with your presence" she said looking over her the top of her book with a teasing glint in her eye.

"Jesus Christ!"

"Actually they call me Marley," her roommate teased.

"You gotta stop doing that creeper shit. You're gonna give me a heart attack one day."

"Hah!" she snorted. "Oh you're having a heart attack alright, but it ain't from me scaring the buhjeezus out of you. Spill it Pierce!" responding while snapping the book in her hands shut.

"I have no idea what're your talking about." Brittany retorted, walking into the kitchen to rummage around in the refrigerator. She probably could've gotten away with the dismissal if her roommate didn't know her so well.

"I call bullshit!" Marley laughed as she got up from her spot on the couch to follow her roommate into the kitchen. Her eyes narrowed, analyzing Brittany trying to get a read on her. After a moment of watching Brittany drink from the orange juice jug her eyes widened with realization. Seeing the emotion on her roommates face, the blonde quickly put the jug back into the fridge and brushed past her avoiding eye contact.

"She kissed you in the rain!" Marley exclaimed voicing her deduction. She followed Brittany down the hall, to the doorway of her room as the dancer began stripping off her wet clothing.

"What on earth would make you think that?" Brittany questioned, turning away, not being able to look at her friend, knowing that she would be a dead give away with the smile that she couldn't get off of her face.

"Well my dear Watson, the deduction was concluded as follows…" Marley began in her best impersonation of Sherlock Holmes. "First and most obvious, you're soaked to the bone. Implying that you were standing out in the rain for a longer amount of time than necessary, seeing that there isn't a dry spot on you."

"Whatever, there weren't any parking spots left. She had to drop me off kind of far from the usual spot." Brittany threw over her shoulder has she rummaged through her drawers for a T-Shirt.

"Humph. Your lips look like they're a little swollen, and I'm going to take a guess and say that it's not from her mom's homemade hot sauce." She smirked arrogantly. It didn't last long as she was hit square in the face with her roommates soaking wet shirt that had been stripped off moments ago.

"You're such a perv sometimes." Brittany laughed.

Ignoring the accusation, Marley removed the wet garment from her face flinging it into the corner of Brittany's room. Leaning up against the doorframe she continued, "So was it like one of those racy…hot…passionate moments?" she finished clutching her chest with exaggerated emotion.

"Oh my god! No! You're so dramatic." The dancer laughed.

"Well that's what happens when you don't give me the 4-1-1. My mind starts running off on tangents." She sighed looking off into space. "On the reals though, I'm sorry for interrupting earlier."

"Mmhmm."

"I hope I didn't ruin any special moment for you guys. I was just worried she sold you to like the Mexican cartel for drugs or something."

Brittany rolled her eyes while shaking her head. This was one of those things she loved about Marley. Even though she would joke with her, she still was able to put the point across that she cared without making heavy conversation. Just as Brittany was about to correct her roommate about the DJ's origins for the umpteenth time, the chorus to Taylor Swift's –Enchanted started playing somewhere in the kitchen area. Brittany only had to catch Marley's look for a moment to know it was going to be a race. As if on queue, both girls made a mad dash down the hallway to locate the ringing device before the other. The dancer was at a disadvantage as she was about five feet behind her roommate from the initial start. The brunette's footing caught where the hardwood flooring met the carpet in the living area. Brittany saw her chance, taking it as she grabbed the girl around the waist and pulled her off to the side, allowing her to take the lead. Unfortunately for Brittany her roommate wasn't about to go down without a fight. She made a leap for her friend's foot causing her to trip a mere two feet in front of her purse. That was definitely going to leave a rug burn. She laughed to herself briefly, realizing the pun as soon as the previous thought crossed her mind. Before the blonde could move any closer to the target, Marley quickly crawled over her roommate sitting on her back to immobilize her as she reached into Brittany's purse and snagged the white iPhone. She took a quick breath, wiggling slightly to readjust her weight on the dancers back keeping her in place.

"Marfley- giff ip bagh!" Brittany yelled with a stressed breath as half her face was smashed into the carpeting.

"Ah, ah, ah!" she sing songed. "What's the magic word?"

"Yurf a slup!" the blonde continued to struggle under her roommate.

"What was that Britt? I can't quite hear you."

"Marfley- can't- Breev!"

"Alright, alright" the brunette feigned annoyance. "I'll give it back on one condition"

"W-Whaf? –Can't –Breev!"

"You spill the evenings events." There really wasn't much room in her statement for options. Brittany stilled under her roommate for a moment, thinking over the negotiation. She new that she might as well, seeing how she would be relentless until she learned of the evening's extra curricular events.

"Fine"

That one syllable word was all it took for Marley to roll off of her friend into a sitting cross-legged position. Brittany quickly sucked in a large amount of air into her lungs.

"Good lord Mar" she said still trying to teach her lungs how to inhale and exhale. She pushed herself up, mirroring her roommate sitting on the floor. Lighting up the screen of the phone, she smiled seeing a text from the DJ.

[From Santana]: Just got home, it's raining cats and dogs out there! Lol ;) Had a great time today. ..Sweet Dreams…

Brittany immediately typed back a response as Marley waiting patiently to give her undivided attention.

[To Santana]: Glad you made it safely home. I agree, I think I even have a newfound love for airplanes lol. Night night. ;)

Turning back to begin relaying the nights events, she stopped short when she looked up and at the face that Marley was making at her. She was sure that she gave it away that the text was from Santana. Frankly though, she didn't really care. For once, she decided that she was going to let herself bask in the glow of the night, but not before stealthily grabbing the pillow from the couch behind her and smacking her friend in the head with it. With this the girls broke into a fit of laughter.

The rain had continued through the night and into the late morning of the next day. Long eyelashes began to flutter, slowly revealing chocolate colored eyes. Santana was slowly bringing herself back into the world after the best night of sleep that she had had in a very long time. Starring at the ceiling, she jerked suddenly as she remembered last night's events. She decided that surely she must've been dreaming and reached to grab her phone from it's charging dock on her nightstand. Checking her text messages, she most certainly was not dreaming. She did it, she really kissed Brittany, and in the pouring rain. The DJ gave herself a mental pat on the back. She still had it! Granted the kiss in the rain wasn't necessarily planned. Watching Brittany get out of the car with no more than a 'Good Night' just felt wrong. It was at that exact moment that Santana decided she was tired of keeping her feelings locked up. She had thought back to what her dad whispered to her before they left. How he had said that he thought Vanessa would've approved and liked Brittany very much. Despite them being just some small words of encouragement, it was that thought that pushed Santana to follow her feelings and run after the dancer in the pouring rain. A new wave of happiness washed over her, and suddenly she craved the blonde's presence. Scrolling into her messages in her phone, she located Brittany's conversation and began writing out her text. Her phone scared her when she unexpectedly received a text from the blonde in question. The phone slipped out of her hands where it was held above her head and landed square on top of her face.

"Ow, fuck!" she exclaimed in pain, picking her phone off of her face. Checking the message while rubbing the now sore spot on the bridge of her nose. That was probably going to leave a mark. Swiping the bar across the screen of the phone, she opened her awaiting text message.

[From Brittany]: Hungry?

Santana smiled before she could even think twice about it. The tip of her tongue stuck out as she typed in her reply.

[To Brittany]: Starving :)

The reply was almost instant.

[From Brittany]: See you in 10….uh address?

She sent Brittany her address and stretched out on her bed, giddy with excitement that she was going to be able to see the dancer in a few minutes. The thought itself startled the DJ.

'Shit, Shit, Shit! 10 minutes… gotta clean!'

Jumping out of bed she stumbled down the hall and into the living room, her legs and feet still waking up from their slumber. She grabbed the couple of bowls and cups that were left around and put them in the dishwasher, along with the rest of the dirty dishes in her sink and counter top. Her mother would probably have a heart attack if she walked in. She rushed over to the couches and brushed off whatever invisible lint or dirt was lying on her leather sectional. Checking her phone, she had about seven minutes until the blondes' arrival. She paused for a moment trying to process what else she would need to get done before Brittany arrived. Lifting up her arm, she took a quick sniff check on her armpits. They weren't bad, but she figured a shower definitely couldn't hurt. Glancing at the clock she judged that she had enough time for a quick five-minute shower. The Latina began shedding her clothing as she rushed through the town home to the bathroom. Six minutes later she was throwing on her favorite pair of orange athletic shorts and a white tank top. The doorbell rang as she finished toweling off her hair. Santana took a look around her room and quickly began to throw everything laying around into her closet.

"Coming!" She yelled and another ring of the doorbell sounded. Santana hurried through the hallway and up to the front door. Glancing over to the Golden Retriever she shook her head as she unlocked the bolt on the door.

"Some guard dog" she mumbled. The Golden merely sighed in response as he rolled and repositioned himself in his dog bed by the fireplace. She took a quick breath to still the butterflies fluttering about in her stomach as she twisted the doorknob to greet the girl on the other side.

"Hi-…uh Brittany?" Santana questioned in confusion as she unexpectedly was met with the sight of various containers from a couple of different restaurants covering up who she thought to be Brittany.

"Yeah its me" she giggle with a strained breath. "Care to help a girl out?"

"Oh yeah of course!" the DJ said quickly as she grabbed the bags on the top of the blonde food pile. "I'm sorry I wasn't expecting to see bags of food. You kind of caught me off guard." She laughed as she held the door for the dancer.

"Yeah I'm sorry, I forgot to ask what you liked to eat. So I kinda panicked and got everything" she laughed nervously before continuing, "…and then after I got all the stuff I freaked out, because what if you have a food allergy and then you'd think that I was secretly trying to kill you...but if-" Brittany stopped her rant abruptly as Santana appeared in front of her, taking the last box in her hands and setting it to the side on the kitchen counter. Turning back to face the blonde she wrapped her arms around her hips, pulling her close until their foreheads bumped together.

"Hi" Brittany said shyly, breathing in the intoxicating smell of the Latina's shampoo.

"Hiya back" Santana smiled. She startled as something cold and wet poked her in the thigh, causing the two girls to pull away from each other.

"Oh my god you have a dog!" Brittany cooed as she bent down and started petting the Golden.

"Yeah, with perfect timing apparently" she said glaring at the animal. "I told you remember? The night that I couldn't come inside your place because I had to walk my dog."

Brittany laughed continuing to pet the canine as he rolled on his back to give her tummy access, "Gosh I thought that was just a lame excuse you gave me so that way you didn't have to come up".

"Naw, he's very much real. His name is Joxer"

"Aww, he's cute!"

"No he isn't. Don't boost his ego anymore than it already is."

"Tsk, don't be mean!" Brittany said giving the DJ a shove.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. C'mon lets dive into this buffet you brought with you. You can put something on TV if you want." Santana motioned over to the large television mounted in living room across the other side of the island bar. "I'll bring you a plate".

"Sounds good to me" the dancer replied right in the Latina's ear after switching her attention from the dog to his owner as snuck up behind the DJ. She placed a quick peck on her shoulder before turning to enter the living room. Santana invested in that time to compose herself as goose bumps ran down her back. After a moment she entered into the living room, pausing as she saw Brittany looking over one particular picture on top of her fireplace mantel. Santana moved towards the couch, sitting down and gently placing the plates of food on the coffee table. Her mind jumbled, and just when she thought that the picture would scare off this pretty new girl.

Picking up the picture and frame Brittany asked hesitantly, "Is…-Is this Vanessa?" she ran her thumb across the girl in question in the picture. It was a moment frozen in time, a beautiful short-haired Hispanic girl with green eyes was laughing candidly as she sat piggy back on a younger Santana. The DJ looking up and back at her smiling lovingly.

Santana cleared her throat, "Yeah, that was taken the summer before the accident."

"She was so pretty" Brittany continued quietly as she set the picture back in its home on the mantel.

"Yeah she was" Santana smiled softly, feeling a soft pang in her chest. "I'm sorry I should've put that in the other room or something. I don't want it to be like awkward and stuff." She said as she got up and moved towards the picture and Brittany.

"No, leave it there" Brittany said as she moved towards Santana, grabbing the hand that was reaching for the picture frame, holding it in her own instead. Her thumb rubbing across the tops of her knuckles instead. "It's not awkward I swear. You looked so happy." She said looking down at their hands. A voice of doubt lingering in her comment.

"Well if is counts at all, I've been that happy for the last twenty hours." She said, crouching down to catching the blondes' eyes.

"Yeah?" Brittany asked with a smile as Santana pulled her in closer, removing the distance in between the two girls.

"Mmhmm"

Both girls smiled into the kiss as pale arms wrapped around the Latina pulling them possibly closer together. The kiss went from an action of reassurance to a sense of need as the intensity of it grew rapidly. Lost in the heat of the moment, without realization the backs of Santana's knees hit the edge of the couch. Falling into a sitting position, she left little to no choice for Brittany but to straddle her lap. Neither one of the girls were about to break contact. Their lips slid back and forth along each other in perfect time, sending sparks through both bodies. Santana's hands slid under the back of Brittany's t-shirt, leaving a wake of fire in their absence as she rubbed them along the soft, pale skin. The sensation was beginning the drive Brittany crazy in a way she hadn't felt before, sliding her hands up the base of the DJ's neck and into her damp hair. The dancer moved up on the DJ's lap as she repositioned herself in an angle to deepen the kiss. Without hesitation the Latina's hands began moving their way under the blondes shirt from the pale back, forward along the sides of her torso while her thumbs grazed the outer edges of what felt to be the outlines of the dancer's abs. Brittany shuddered from the contact, causing Santana to pull back from the kiss. The DJ kept rubbing her thumbs lightly across the front of the blonde's torso, while they stayed in their same position, foreheads touching.

"It kinda drives me crazy when you do that you know. Good crazy…but definitely crazy." Brittany sighed breathlessly. Lost in the moment Santana could only hum in response as she started to pull the dancer closer to resume their activities. It was then that Brittany's stomach made it self know as it released a loud growl. Both girls paused before busting out laughing.

"Oh my god I'm sorry, that's so embarrassing" Brittany continued laughing as she removed her hands from the back of Santana's hair to cover her face. The DJ met her laughter as her hands left the dancers side and patted the tops of her legs.

"Come on, lets eat before you start wasting away."