Omg! Long time no see. I haven't updated this in forever, and I wasn't even going to put this chapter up, but I told gleeeeeeek89 that I would update this weekend. So this chapter is really all thanks to him/her sorry I don't know your gender.

To me it sucks. But, I'm sure you guys really don't want to read about what I think so let's get to the story.

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Santana's POV

I don't know who I should be thanking or how this even happened. But, when I woke up about ten minutes ago with the biggest hangover known to man I thought I was being punished. That is, until I opened my eyes and was met with one of the most beautiful sights I've ever seen.

I don't really remember much from last night. I just remember that Brittany and her friends met Rachel and me at a bar last night, a couple of us got drunk… and now Brittany and I are here in my bed together. I don't think we… you know. I'm sure I'd remember if we had sex.

But, I don't really know why she stayed over. Not that I'm complaining I'm glad she stayed over… for whatever reason.

We were lying extremely close and I swear my heart was going to explode any minute now. Being so close to her made me feel nauseous. I'm not sure if it was my hangover or the world of emotions swirling around in my stomach.

I've spent the last ten minutes torturing myself. I wanted nothing more than to lean forward and kiss her endlessly. But, I couldn't do that for three reasons. One, because I'm not sure if I'd know how to stop, two because I'm really not sure how she feels about me yet, and lastly because that would sort of be taking advantage of her… With reason one being the biggest and most important of them all.

So I just laid there with my arm around her midsection and watched her sleep. I was tired, yes, and I didn't feel all that great. But, there was no way in hell that I was going to go back to sleep. I didn't want to wake up to find that she'd left.

I don't want her to ever leave. If we could just stay like this forever, that'd be perfect. But, I knew that wouldn't happen, and the thought of it not happening saddened me. I pulled her closer and softly nuzzled my face in the crook of her neck. I was hoping I wouldn't wake her, but honestly it wouldn't matter if she woke up or not.

I could feel every part of her, that's how close we were, and to me nothing has ever felt more right. I just wish she could feel it to. Feel what I feel. I just wish she could see things my way. I inhaled her sent and drew small circles on her back with my thumb.

I don't know if it was my feelings or my raging hangover, once again, but I had to pull away. I felt like I was becoming sicker by the moment. I looked down at Brittany to find that she was still sound asleep. I smiled softly at her, and placed a soft kiss on her cheek. I couldn't help myself, and besides she'd never know anyways.

I pulled my arm from around her and scooted off the bed, careful not to wake her. I needed to get away from her; she was making me feel extremely too many emotions. Hangovers and emotions don't mix apparently.

I shifted off the bed and made my over to my room door. I took one last glance at her and exited the room.

Brittany's POV

I knew she was watching me, I knew she had been watching me for quite some time now. I was just too afraid to open my eyes and face her fully. I mean we were already facing each other, but I didn't want to wake up and face her.

I thought maybe she'd turn over and go back to sleep or leave the room, but she did neither. I wasn't sure how long we'd been lying there but it felt like forever. It's nerve wrecking to have someone just stare at you while you sleep… or are supposed to be sleeping.

I was a little surprised when she moved in closer to me and buried her face in between my neck and my shoulder. I tried my hardest not to tense my body. I didn't tense up around her on purpose she just… I don't know. She makes me nervous sometimes. I'm not really sure if that's a good thing, but I don't think it's all that much of a bad thing either.

She's just different. I felt kind of bad as she laid there and held me. I'm no idiot I know that I'm hurting her. I can practically feel her pain just in the way that she looks at me. I can practically feel it right now.

I opened my eyes and was met with wild raven hair. I felt guilt eating away at me. My plan was originally to wake up before she did and leave, so that I could skip all the awkwardness, and surely she wouldn't remember I'd even stayed the night. But, she kind of beat me to the waking up part, which put a void on the rest of my plan.

I was quick to close my eyes again once she pulled away. I felt relief wash over me when she shifted the top half of her body signaling that she's about to get up. But, I wasn't expecting two soft lips to graze my cheeks ever so slightly. I almost popped my eyes back open, but I fought hard not to.

I waited for her to leave out of the room and shut the door behind her before I opened my eyes and brought my hand up to my cheek and just held it there. "Oh my God." I muttered.

My cheek felt all tingly and hot. It was weird. I pressed my fingers down firmly where her lips had been. She shouldn't have done that. I say to myself, and then bring my fingers up to my head and run them through my hair. I need to go home.

I hop up from out of the bed to locate my clothes from last night. I wasn't really thinking when I started getting undressed right in the middle of Santana's room. Surely I should have thought to go into the bathroom, I mean, it was just right there after all. But no, with me being in such a rush I decided to get halfway naked right then and there.

"So you decide to get naked after I leave?" My eyes bulged and I quickly picked up all the clothes from off of the floor to shield myself. When I turned to look at her, I could see that she still looked really tired, but she was still wearing a smug little grin.

"Santana, what are you doing?"

"I should be the one asking you that? What? Were you planning on giving me a little show? I have a nice playlist full of sexual songs." She offered.

I could feel all the blood in my body rush to my face. "What? No! I-I was just getting changed." I stutter out.

"Changed for what? Do you plan on leaving?" I dropped my gaze as she looked at me with a raised eyebrow.

"Uh… yea, I'm pretty sure everyone, especially Quinn, is probably wondering where I am right now, and I don't know where my phone is…"

"Your phone is down stairs. You can call them if you'd like. You don't have to be in such a hurry to leave though…" When I didn't respond she was quick to think of something else to get me to stay. "Listen, I don't really feel too well, but if I can pull myself together long enough to make you breakfast, will you stay a little while longer?"

I took a moment to look her over. She looked so fragile, and weak. Maybe that had something to do with her current hangover that I'm sure she has which would explain why she doesn't feel well. Breakfast would do her some good, and also I could use some myself. But she didn't need to try and make it herself; I could tell she wasn't really up for it.

"How about this… What if you show me where everything is, and I'll make us breakfast."

Her face immediately lit up with a smile. "I like that idea much better… You should also make breakfast in your underwear." She said looking up and down my body. "Because, well, that's just something a little extra I'd like you to do." She winked at me.

I rolled my eyes at her. "No, I can't believe you're still hitting on me, even when you're sick. Do you ever stop?" I ask playfully.

"Depends…" She shrugged her shoulders. "Do you want me to stop?" All of a sudden the room got tense, I could tell that she was asking me that question seriously, but I couldn't think of an answer. I opened my mouth only to close it again. She stood there staring at me for a few seconds more before she let a smirk spread across her face. "Yea, you should get dressed. I'm starved." She let her eyes travel up and down my body once more before stepping out of her room so that I could have some privacy.

I stood there frozen for a moment before I sprung back to life and rushed to put on my clothes. What the heck just happened?

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Santana's POV

Brittany was making pancakes, or at least she was attempting to make them. She couldn't really cook, and I swear I would've helped her but seeing her try to figure it out herself was just too cute. She'd managed to get flour pretty much everywhere. I couldn't help but giggle every now and then at her growing frustrations.

"Oh you think this is funny?" she turned to look at me with flour splotches all over her face.

"Actually I do." I said smiling at her.

"Yea, well next time you're making breakfast."

I lifted my eyebrows as she concentrated on cooking. I don't even think she realized what she just implied. She just always makes it so easy. "Next time? Are you saying you're going to be spending yet another night with me?"

She froze and her eyes widened a little. It took her a moment before she slowly began to stir the batter once again. "Depends." She shrugged. "Do you want me to?" She imitated my response from earlier.

I let a smile grace my face for what seemed like the millionth time that morning. "I can't think of anything I'd want more actually… Besides you shouldn't act like you don't want to, because judging by the way you were getting naked for me tells me otherwise."

She laughed and kept stirring. "You know, you're really good at that."

"Hm? Good at what?"

"Thinking on your toes. You always have some witty remark up your sleeves."

"Oh, yea. I'm pretty good at other things too." I say suggestively.

"See what I mean?" She says. "You're also good at taking my words and turning them around to flirt with me."

"Eh, I'm alright."

"Alright? You're like the queen of flirtatious comebacks."

I bit my bottom lip as I watched her through admiring eyes. She's just everything to me. It's little conversations like this that I've been longing for, for so long. "I think anybody would be as good as I am if they had someone as beautiful as you to flirt with."

"Are you doing that just to prove how good you are?"

"Nope. I'm simply stating facts."

She sat the bowl in her hand on the counter and looked at me with those ocean blues that I love so much. "You know, you're really beautiful yourself."

I was a little taken aback by her words. She surprised me, I felt like I was holding my composure together pretty well. But, let's face it, I was smiling like an idiot. "Oh my… are you flirting back with me Ms. Peirce?"

"Nope." She said turning to pick up the bowl again. "I'm simply stating facts."

"Touché, see you're not so bad at coming up with witty remarks yourself."

"I totally stole that from you."

I let out a small laugh and nodded my head. "Yea, I know. But, it was still pretty effective… I believed it."

"And you should, because it's true."

We kept up the conversation until she finally managed to complete breakfast. After all her hard work she was only able to make one edible pancake, that she politely told me to eat because I needed more than she did. But, her stomach thought otherwise. So, I decided it'd be best for us to share.

"This is really awful." She chuckled. "I'm sorry. I ruined breakfast, cooking really isn't my strong area."

I let out a small laugh and agree. "You're right. How about we leave all the cooking to me from now on."

"Deal." She nodded.

"But, since I'm still not feeling all too well, how about we just settle for some cereal?"

"Oh! Do you have Captain Crunch?"

"You're such a child, and yes, we do." I say as I get up from my seat and walk over to the pantry.

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Brittany's POV

"Where the hell are you?" Quinn screamed from the other end of the phone.

"Calm down mom. I'm with Santana, I spent the night at her house last night."

"Oh. Santana?"

"Quinn, don't start." I say in a warning tone.

"No, no I'm not starting anything… Just, did you sleep with her?" She asked excitedly.

"What? No!"

"You slept with her didn't you?"

"Quinn, I did not!"

"Tina! Brittany, slept with Santana!" She yelled.

"Stop saying that! We did not sleep together!"

"You sly dog." Came Puck's annoying voice. He must've taken the phone away from Quinn when he heard the fake news. "I could've sworn I was going to get in her pants way before you ever did. But, you beat me to it. Congratulations Britt."

"Puck I did not-"

"Ugh, Britt please tell me you used protection." Tina said.

"What? Why would I use protect-"

"You gave her your goods… already?" Now Sam had the phone.

"Sam, listen, and don't let anyone take the phone away from you. We did not sleep together. Not at any moment in time did we even come close to sleeping together. Please tell my big mouthed sister and all the others that."

"Ugh, Quinn they didn't even sleep together." He said taking his ear away from the phone. There was a bit of shuffling and silence before Quinn's voice came ringing through.

"Well then why would you imply that you guys had sex if you didn't?"

"What? I didn't imply anything."

"Yes you-"

She was cut off when Santana grabbed my phone out of my hand and brought it up to her ear. "We totally had sex." She said before she hung up and handed my phone back to me.

I was gaping at her. "We did?"

"I don't know, I can't really remember anything from last night… Did we, you know, have sex?"

"No, no!" I was quick to say. "We both woke up fully clothed, and I wasn't drunk last night. I'm positive that nothing happened."

"Shame." She said. "Well, what's the harm in them thinking that we did?"

"We have to tell them the truth."

"It doesn't really matter to me."

Well it mattered to me. With them thinking that we had sex, would mean them thinking that I liked Santana, and it's not that I don't like her, because I do. I just don't like her like in that way. We're friends nothing more nothing less.

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