A/N : Minor changes to chapter 3&4. I realized that I named the two first attackers of Brittany Jacob and Brett, and ended up naming Britt's brother as Brett again so I changed the attacker's name to Phil instead. Not sure if anybody realized but yep, just the name changes. Story still intact.
And another note.. it's kinda my first attempt at smuts and all and I kinda wrote it when I was about to doze off.. so I'm sorry if it's not what you guys wanted :x Comments are really really appreciated. Any mistakes made are mine because I do not have a beta~
Disclaimer: I do not own that son of a bitch show Glee which is degrading my Brittana.
Kuroyone (Or can I call you Angelina?) - Woah, bombarded with questions but I'm glad you asked :) I'm sorry for the confusion. I wanted to separate the two 'santanas' because I wanted one side of her to be the protective guardian who wore smoky make up and have her hair back in a pony tail whereas the geek NYU student Santana have her hair down, and wearing a pair of glasses. What separated their entities were the difference in appearance I guess. And the guardian Santana only reveals herself when Brittany is in danger but as the chapters went along, Britt realizing that Santana was her guardian. There's no need for Santana to hide her identity anymore so for the rest of the chapters she's going to be Santana, one Santana. Does that make sense? I hope it did :l Britt thinks that the 'geek santana' lives across her, not the guardian. Little was revealed by the guardian to Britt so at that time she didn't know much about her guardian. And that necklace was actually tugged off by Brittany so technically nobody gave it to her. I'm really new to the beta and stuffs. Anybody volunteers to be my scapegoat!? And no worries! It's actually great that you pointed out the flaws as well. My story is pretty flawed and all so thank you for the criticism!
Cido16, r e l, MPEmax, laraglee - Thank you guys for the reviews! :) Hopefully this doesn't disappoint ;)
With her gaze still fix on Santana, Brittany watches as she chews her food and follows Santana's movement. The guardian stands up from her seat and gives a wink before heading to the drawers where Brittany keeps her utensils. She takes out two spoons and heads back to the dining table where Brittany is once again trying to pick her food up.
Brittany narrows her eyes at the spoon that Santana places in her bowl before looking up at her. She thinks that Santana is making a dig at her intelligence but the gaze that Santana offers is an assuring one - one that isn't mocking her, but telling her that it's alright to not know how to use the chopsticks. She releases a sigh of defeat as she puts down the pair of chopstick and takes the spoon.
Santana replaces her chopsticks with a spoon as well. Brittany's heart swells at knowing that Santana doesn't want Brittany to feel dim by the fact that she doesn't knows how to use the two slim sticks, therefore using the spoon as well.
They eat their dinner in comfortable silence, with a few shy glances in between.
After their meals, they sit lounging in the living room, watching a movie. Brittany's arms are around Santana's abdomens as she sits between the blonde's legs and leans into her. A companionable silence accompanies them with the voices the screen emits.
Santana enjoys moments like this, where she feels normal. Feels like someone who could actually be in love for who she is. Nobody is there to criticize her except the occasional Quinn lectures, the fact she is Satan's heir isn't a factor here. Brittany is perfect. Perfect in a way she can't grasp. She is Brittany's guardian but also her lover?
Lord T jumps onto the couch and nestles on Santana's lap. Santana starts stroking him and a pale blue coats both Lord T and Santana's palm. "What are you doing?"
Without looking away from the screen, Santana replies Brittany. "Recharging Lord T." It sounds ridiculous, but that is how it worked. Since Lord T is Santana's pet, he feeds on her flames. But if he is to be drained of the flames, nothing will happen to him. He will merely be restless and behave like a normal dog. Any attacks will render him vulnerable. With the flames, he will be able to protect both himself and Brittany by morphing. "He's a chimera."
Brittany nods. She had seen Lord T half shifted that day when she was being attacked.
She starts tracing her finger across the exposed caramel skin. Santana's shirt have ridden up a little when they are snuggling on the couch. Brittany feels the guardian's muscles tense under her feathery touches.
Santana isn't paying attention to the movie anymore. She tilts her head up to pepper kisses along the jaws of her mortal. The blue flames starts to douse as her attention is now directed at Brittany. Lord T hops off the guardian's lap and goes to snuggle up in his basket.
With Lord T off her, Santana turns her body, not stopping her assault on the blonde. Brittany's eyes flutter close as Santana continues to trail kisses down from her jaws, to her ears, and down to her neck. She tilts her chin up to give more access to Santana who finds her pulse point pretty quickly. Santana takes the time to run her tongue across Brittany's neck, before sucking down on it.
Brittany moans, urging Santana on. Feeling the heat rising, Brittany pulls Santana's head up and mashes their lips together. Her tongue quickly finds its way into Santana's while her hands roam the guardian's physique. When she tries to pull Santana's shirt over her head, Santana's hands stop her movement. She frowns a little and pulls back. "Room?"
Santana nods and climbs off the blonde. Brittany follows, their lips re-attaching once they're on their feet. "Up." Brittany mumbles against Santana's lips as she taps her thighs. Santana gets the hint and lifts her legs to wrap it around Brittany's slim waist. Brittany starts to inch towards her bedroom without breaking contact from Santana.
Once her legs hit the bed, she collapses onto the bed with Santana on top of her. Without wasting another minute, Santana starts pulling Brittany's shirt over her head and undressing her. Clothes are carelessly strewn across the room as their tongues slide sensually against each other's with Brittany laying naked beneath Santana. When Brittany tugs on Santana's shirt, attempting to remove it, Santana stops her again.
This time, Brittany breaks the kiss and looks at Santana, trying to make her take the hint. Instead, a mysterious glint floats across brown orbs. Santana's hand left Brittany's as she reaches across the bed for something.
Using her abilities, Santana manipulates the object on hand into a handcuff. With a swift motion, she clasps the cuff on the blonde's wrist before latching it to the metal behind Brittany's head.
Brittany's heart begins racing. She's left totally vulnerable in this state. But she have to admit, whatever Santana did is pretty hot. She won't mind this if her captor is as hot as the woman hovering above her.
Santana lets her nose roams Brittany's body, inhaling the scent of her. The contact between her nose and Brittany causes the blonde to shiver a little. Slowly, she makes her way up to the neck and inhales loudly, causing Brittany to shudder. It seems like Santana is going to devour her. Then, her tongue sticks out of her lips and runs along the neck, down to her collar-bone, to the gap between her twins and down to her belly button, causing Brittany to whimper. The arousal Santana is causing her isn't helping when all the guardian does is tease her. She clamps her thighs tightly together to try and ease the throbbing.
Sensing the turmoil of the woman beneath her, Santana begins to stroke Brittany's thighs, coaxing her to relax. Brittany's tensed muscles slowly relax and parts, exposing her wet center. Santana's tongue swipes across the bruise on Brittany's neck before latching onto it, bruising it even more.
"San.." Brittany whimpers. She really needs the girl right now and the stroking on her thighs aren't easing the ache. But her pleas falls on dead ears as Santana continues running her tongue across Brittany's jaws, causing the girl to suck in her breath. She wishes Santana didn't trap her in such a vulnerable position. Santana is totally clothed while she is stripped bare. If she have the ability to move right now, maybe she won't be so frustrated.
"San.. I-" She is muted by the sudden feeling of two fingers entering her. Her eyes snap shut from the feeling and she can feel herself close to the edge. The rhythmic pumping of the fingers is driving her nuts. She have never felt anything like this before.
"I'm going to make you scream my name so loudly that you're going to lose your voice." The husky voice sounds beside her ears. That is the final string to push her over the edge.
True to her words, Brittany screams her name as she rides down on her high. Sheens of perspiration coats her skin. She slowly opens her eyes to see two fingers hovering near Santana's mouth. When Santana sees that Brittany is opening her eyes, she takes the two fingers between her teeth and sucks the content that coats her fingers.
"Fuck.. San.." Brittany mewls at the sight before her. It is enough to get her aroused again. Santana leans down and her lips graze Brittany's ear as she whispers. "I like how you scream my name. And I think I'm going to hear it again." Before Brittany even have time to calm down, Santana inserts her fingers, causing her name to tumble out of the blonde's mouth again.
The sunshine pooling into the room forces her to shut her eyes tightly but the steady pelts of breath hitting her shoulders sends a smile to her face. Her mind wanders back to last night when the most wonderful sexual event had taken place. Santana wasn't lying when she said that she was going to make Brittany scream her name until her voice was hoarse. And she was pushed to her limit by Santana who continued until Brittany was exhausted. Everything after was a blur as fatigue tugged on her but she remembered hearing an "I love you" from the guardian before she slipped into oblivion.
Slowly, she turns to face the woman who is spooning her. She is sleeping so peacefully and she had changed out of her clothes into one of the bathrobe Brittany have in the bathroom. The peaceful look Santana have on her face makes Brittany smile as she leans forward to plant a light kiss on Santana's nose.
"Morning," Santana says after she feels the blonde's lips on her nose awakens her. She opens an eye to meet sapphire blue. "How did you sleep?"
"Like a rock." Brittany smiles.
Santana hums in response and closes her eye.
"Last night was mind-blowing. Thank you." Brittany kisses Santana's cheek. She is still feeble from last night. Any energy she have is spent on her trying to keep awake.
"Go to sleep. I know you're exhausted. And you're welcome." Santana replies without opening her eyes. She nuzzles into the crook of Brittany's neck and pulls Brittany closer. Brittany lets out a sigh of contentment before closing her eyes and slips into unconsciousness again.
Her hand immediately reaches out to feel for the warmth but all she feels is the coolness of the empty side. Disappointment flushes over her as she opens her eyes to find Santana gone. She frowns, thinking that Santana have gone off, leaving her alone in the apartment but the smell of bacon cuts her thoughts off.
"Hey." Santana leans down to place a quick peck on Brittany's forehead before putting the plate down on the bedside table. She knows that Brittany is worn out from yesterday's event so she got up to prepare a meal for the blonde.
"I thought you left." Brittany admits. The sad smile on her makes Santana's heart sink. She doesn't want to be the reason that Brittany is unhappy, and she doesn't want Brittany to think that she'll leave her so easily.
"Me? Never." She tilts her head to kiss Brittany.
Brittany hums in response before breaking the kiss to sit up against the headboard. "Smells good."
"Of course. It was prepared by Chef Lopez." Santana jokes as she takes a seat beside Brittany.
Brittany can't help but smile at the dorkiness of her guardian. Her stomach grumbles in agreement. She takes a bite of the bacon and sighs in satisfaction. The bacon is cooked to a crisp and it isn't too hard either. Santana smiles at her in response. "Do you want something to drink?"
"Mil pwease." Brittany says through a mouthful of bacon. Santana chuckles as she gets up to leave the room.
"Are there any questions before we end the day?"
The silence from the class is enough to let her know that the class have had enough of literature for the day. To be honest, the novel is boring her out as well. But what is given to her have to be done, no matter how much she dislike it.
Over the past few days, training with Evan have gone smoothly and she progresses really quickly. She is now able to manipulate the objects and send them flying a small distance. Her powers are far from tamed but it is enough self-control to last her through her days in school.
The bell rings and students rush out of the class to head for lunch. Santana slowly packs up her items and waits for the last kid to exit the classroom before she follows behind, switching off the lights as she exits the room.
She makes her way over to the teachers' lounge but feels the familiar uneasiness in her. Throwing her books on the desk, she makes a dash for the car park.
"Hey Santana!" Brett calls as she nears him.
"Not now, Brett! Emergency!" She yells over her shoulders, leaving Brett staring after her quickly retreating form.
She jumps into the vehicle and starts the car. The engine roars to life and she backs out of the car park and speeds out of the school compound.
Taking a sharp turn, Brittany picks up her pace into a sprint, the footsteps behind her quicken as well. A red car screeches to a halt a few meters before her. With the car's roof down, she can see that it is Santana behind the wheels. She speeds up and hops into the vehicle.
Without wasting a second, Santana tears away from the boulevard and closes the roof of her car. Once they're totally concealed, and Brittany buckles up, Santana presses down on the pedal as they make their way down the road. From her side mirror, Santana spots two black Audi hot on her wheels.
"Hold on tight." Santana warns before pushing a button. The nitrous oxide boosts her speed as she drives along the deserted streets onto the highways. She manages to put a short distance between the two pursuers but they are still after them. Having the need to lose them, Santana punches several more buttons.
Her actions make Brittany realize that her car isn't as normal as it should be. There are extra functions added. "I modified my car." Santana clarifies when she sees the puzzled look on the blonde's face. The boost makes the car buzz with the sound of the engine working extra hard to provide the speed Santana demands. She maneuvers between the few cars that were on the road with expert precision until the two Audis are out of sight before she slows down a little. Brittany looks out of the window for the first time to check where they are. Realization dawns upon her when she recognizes the familiar buildings.
Santana pulls the car to a halt by the roadside of Brittany's apartment. She stops the car before turning to face Brittany. "Sorry."
"Why are you apologizing?"
"You were chased again." Santana looks away from Brittany. "And it's because of me."
Her averted eyes miss the hands that left Brittany's side to cup her cheeks. Gently, Brittany guides Santana's face towards her. Her blue eyes stares deep into her girlfriend's eyes. "It's not your fault, silly." She leans forward to capture Santana's lips in hers. "Thanks for being my superwoman again."
Santana gives a goofy grin as they pull apart. "I should probably head back before they think I skipped school. Though technically I don't think I could be considered skipping school."
"Yes you should." Brittany pecks Santana's nose. "Hasta la vista baby."
Santana's heart skips a beat from the term of endearment Brittany calls her as she watches the blonde exit her vehicle.
"Hey," Santana smiles at the blonde who returns the gesture. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm here waiting for my gorgeous Literature teacher to see if I could do anything for extra credits." Brittany teases.
Santana slows to a stop before Brittany. "You look a little.. Different. Are you sure you're from our school? Sorry kid but you must've confused this school with another."
"I'm not really sure if I'm wrong but please do correct me if I am, Miss Lopez."
"Miss Lopez? Then I'm pretty sure you're in the correct school and speaking to the correct teacher. What would you do for extra credits, hmm?" The two flirts as they stand in the middle of the hallway.
"I would do anything. Like.." Brittany traces her finger along Santana's forearm and up to her biceps as she leans forward to whisper into her ear.
"I would let you take control like you did that night, or maybe I would be the one doing it. I'll scream your name so loudly and make you feel like you're the only one in the world. I want you to fuck me senseless. And I would absolutely do you to get a higher GPA."
Seeing that nobody is behind Santana at that time, she lets her lips graze her girlfriend's earlobe.
Santana swallows the lump in her throat before meeting Brittany's eyes. Her eyes are dilated with lust and screaming with want. Their moment is interrupted by somebody clearing their throat.
Brittany turns to look at the person beside her and scowls when she sees Brett standing beside them. "Hi ladies."
Santana keeps her composure and turns to smile at Brett, who is leering not so subtly.
"Actually, I was wondering. Miss Lopez, are you free this evening?" His false chivalry makes Brittany want to gag. As much as she loves her brother, he isn't as gentlemanly as he makes himself out to be. And another reason is because he is asking her girlfriend out, in front of her.
"Actually, she isn't free this evening, nor tomorrow's, nor the day after's." Brittany blurts out as she grabs Santana's wrist and pulls her away from her brother. "She's not going to be free for you. Adios!"
"Britt!" Brett calls after her sister, earning a flip of her finger.
Brittany drags Santana down the hallway and takes a turn into a classroom that is empty before closing the door after them and locking it. "You're not allowed to go out with him." She growls as she presses Santana against the door. "Or even spare a minute of your time with him."
Santana keeps her stoic expression on. She is flailing inside at Brittany's jealousy and possessiveness over her. She have to admit, that is pretty hot. But she refuses to admit it so she narrows her eyes playfully. "Are you jealous?"
"No."
"Britt, I-" Santana is cut off by a pair of lips crashing into hers. She doesn't have time to process what is happening before a tongue slips into her mouth. Her moan is muffled as Brittany pulls on Santana's button up to bring her body closer.
"What was that for?" Santana asks when they pull apart for air.
Brittany takes Santana's lower lips between her teeth, "mine".
Santana gives in as she swoons over the possessive girl before her. "Yours."
Her reply leads to a full-blown make out session that is interrupted by the school's public announcement system, the voice echoing around the compound. "The school will be closed in 5 minutes. Students and teachers please exit the compound."
"We better get out before the office staffs lock us in."
"Isn't that better? We'll have the whole school to ourselves." Brittany leans forward again but Santana turns her head, causing Brittany to kiss her cheek instead. Brittany groans, making Santana chuckle.
"I'm not kidding, Britt. Let's get out of here."
"I'm sorry" Santana apologizes when she sees the pout on Brittany. She leans forward to kiss Brittany, and Brittany's lips chase hers when she pulls back. Santana sighs, not wanting to leave. "I'll see you tomorrow?"
"Okay.."
"Cheer up. It's only one night." Santana winks at Brittany before backing off and steps into her car. Quinn had texted her earlier in the day and told her to meet her at The Vatican headquarters. She takes one last look at the blonde who gives a wave before driving off.
Santana smiles at the two guards who move to let her in. Once the doors to the office opens, a knife flies towards her and she swiftly side steps, the knife merely missing her by a few inches. "Whoa there, calm down, cow girl."
Quinn looks like she is about to explode. She grabs another item on her table and flings it at Santana, who grabs the object with her hand. "Okay, what's the matter with you?"
"Why the fuck didn't you reply me texts?!" Quinn stands up from her chair and storms up to Santana.
"I was busy?" Santana raises an eyebrow, puzzled at Quinn's outburst.
Quinn snorts. It doesn't take much to put two and two together, knowing that she is with Brittany. She turns away from Santana to take a deep breath but whips around to smack Santana on the head.
"What the fuck?!" Santana yells as she stumbles a few steps away from Quinn. That girl have officially gone nuts.
"I thought.. I fucking thought-" Quinn looks as if she is going to break down. The anger in Santana dissipates as she takes in the look of the disheveled blonde. Her eyes softens as she goes up to Quinn and wraps her arms around the blonde.
"I thought your parents got you, like how they got Lucas." Quinn chokes out. "They're here. In town."
Finally, Santana understands the reason for Quinn's outburst. That girl is ridiculous, getting all angry with her when she is just worried. "I'm sorry for making you worry, Q." She knows Quinn cares for her deeply. "But I'm fine. See, I'm here. It's alright." She wraps her arms around Quinn and hugs her tightly, swaying on the spot as she holds into Quinn.
"Let me through, dammit!"
The voice is loud enough for the two girls to realize who it is. Quinn pulls away and takes the time to smooth out the creases on her shirt. Santana merely chuckles as Sebastian comes crashing into the room. "Bitch!"
Quinn waves at the two guards to tell them it's alright. The two guards bow before closing the door after them. Sebastian goes up to Santana and starts touching her face, checking for injuries and ruffling her hair. "You alright?!"
Santana takes both of Sebastian's hands to stop him from messing her hair any further. "Yes, father" she mocks. "I'm fine."
"I swear, if they do anything to you, I will-"
"They won't be able to." Santana says firmly. Sebastian may seem cool as an incubus but he's uptight as shit. But that is the thing she likes about him. They're tight.
The doors open again, revealing several members of The Vatican. Jake enters the room, his pack following close behind. His demeanor is calm and stoic but by the looks of his pack, it seems like he have thrown quite a bit of a tantrum to make them all tremble in fear. Tina, Kurt and Artie follow behind.
"Puck sent his regards." Kurt says nonchalantly as he takes a seat on the sofa.
Santana looks at the people in the room and smiles. "Thanks guys, really. But I'm fine." Santana turns to Jake, "if anything happens, those he-wolves will be the first to know."
Jake ducks his head in embarrassment but Santana walks over to him and gives him a hug. "Stay safe." He whispers.
"Coming!" Santana yells as she rushes to get the door. She smiles when she sees who is behind the door. "Hey."
Brittany smiles but it is replaced by a frown as soon as she sees somebody standing behind Santana.. Santana furrow her brows in confusion until a voice sounds beside her ear. "Who's that?" Rachel says as she leans her chin on Santana's shoulders.
Rachel is in a baggy tee and her undies, her usual clothing when she's at home. Santana and Evan have gotten used to it, not even minding it when Rachel saunters around the apartment.
"Brittany, this is Rachel. Rachel, this is Brittany." Santana have no choice but to introduce the both of them. From the expression on Brittany's face, she doesn't like Rachel. Not even a bit. How will anybody like it if their significant other is living with a woman who is comfortable walking around in her undies. Or are they more..?
Rachel side-steps from behind Santana and places her hand on Brittany's arm. Before Brittany have time to retract her hand, Rachel's abilities kick in. Brittany is lulled by Rachel as she slowly leads Brittany into the apartment. Santana glares at Rachel who ignores her.
Rachel keeps her eyes lock on Brittany as they stand in the middle of the living room. Brittany blinks several times, restraining against Rachel's ability. Sensing the conflict in Brittany, Rachel releases her hold on the blonde's mental state. The sudden release makes Brittany tumble back but a pair of strong arms catches her. She turns to meet warm brown orbs.
"She's a keeper." Rachel says, smiling at Santana and then at Brittany, before heading back into her room.
Santana scowls Rachel who is retreating into her room. The feeling of Brittany weakening into her arms is making Santana worry. She bends down and hooks her arm under Brittany's knee and carries her bridal style into her room and places her gently on the bed.
"That's Rachel's ability. She's a seductress."
"Was that some sort of test?" Brittany mumbles weakly.
"No! I didn't even know she was going to do that to you."
Brittany nods, too drained to respond in any other way. Santana gives her a kiss on the forehead, "stay here."
Brittany closes her eyes as she feels her energy being drained. What just happened?
Santana returns shortly with a glass of warm milk. She helps Brittany sit up against the headboard before pressing the tip of the glass onto the blonde's lips. Her lips tremble as they part. Santana tilts the glass a little to allow a small trail of milk to flow into Brittany's mouth.
"Sorry about Rachel." Santana says apologetically. Brittany nods again, acknowledging Santana. "Her ability sort of drains people energy. But don't worry about that. You'll be fine after a rest."
"Speaking of which, why are you here? Did I forget something?" Santana asks curiously as she sets the glass down on the bedside table. A little color have returned to the blonde's face.
"You did." Brittany replies, making Santana furrow her brows in confusion. Then, she leans forward to kiss Santana, who hums in approval. The vibration on her lips from the hum is enough to send a tingle down Brittany's spine. They rest their foreheads together when they pull apart. "I missed you."
"Already?" Santana mocks. She had dropped Brittany off about four hours ago before heading to Quinn's.
"Am I intruding? If I am, I can go." Brittany shuffles to get on her feet but Santana pushes her back on the bed.
"I missed you too." Santana flops down onto the bed, beside Brittany. "I'm glad you came."
They lay facing each other. Santana bops Brittany's nose with hers, causing the blonde to smile. Although a little energy have returned to her, Brittany still feels the tiredness dragging her eyelids close. Santana kisses Brittany's forehead as her eyes flutter close. "Goodnight, baby."
Brittany doesn't mind waking up next to Santana everyday. The pair of protective arms that is draped over her abdomen is the first thing that makes her smile that day.
"Good morning, sleepy head."
"How did you know I was up?"
"Your breathing changed."
Brittany turns to face Santana, whose eyes are open and are staring into hers. "Thank you."
"For?"
"For being my cuddly protector when I slept."
"Mm. How are you feeling?"
"Much better."
"I'll go prepare some breakfast. Get some more rest. I'll wake you up when it's done."
"Mm."
As she exits the room, both Evan's and Rachel's doors are still close. Santana takes m the cue to prepare extra food for them.
The aroma of the fresh pancakes wafts around the room. A pair of arms circle her waist. "Smells good." Brittany rests her chin on Santana's shoulders. She tilts and gives Santana a kiss on the neck.
"Hey." Santana smiles but her eyes are still on the sizzling bacon, careful not to let it burn by getting distracted. "I told you I'd wake you up later."
"I can't sleep without you beside me. And what's more, I get to see you in action."
The sound of a door closing gain their attention. Evan trudges into the kitchen while rubbing her eyes and slumps into one of the chairs. Her eyes are closed lazily as she tries to sit upright. Santana and Brittany both chuckles at the sight. Brittany removes her arms around Santana to slide into a seat next to Evan. "Hey."
Hearing Brittany's voice makes her eyes shoot open. She looks wide-eyed at Brittany before turning to Santana, and back to Brittany. She scans the clothing Brittany is wearing before letting her eyelids drop close again. Not like she mind, or care, that they've done the deed.. Actually, she likes Brittany.
Rachel joins them shortly after, in the same drowsy state as Evan. Santana narrows her eyes at the both of them as she places the pancake stacked plate in the middle. Without a word, they dig into the breakfast Santana prepared. They eat in silence until Rachel speaks up. "Are you two together?"
Santana spits out the milk she is drinking and excuses herself to get a cloth to clean up while Brittany is left blushing at the table. "So?" Rachel tilts her head and urges Brittany on.
"I'm not really sure.." She really doesn't know where they stand. Both of them have not talk about it before. She makes a mental note to talk to Santana later that day.