There's a small tug on your arm that wakes you up. You slowly open your eyes and see Summer standing, sleepily in front of you. You push up off of the bed and push your hair out of your face, "You okay?"

She nods sleepily. "I had a bad dream."

You slip out of the bed and let Summer crawl in. She cuddles into her mom and you lie back down in the bed. Of course you can't go to sleep. You roll over once before you decide to get out of bed so you don't wake them up.

When you get into the kitchen, you glance at the clock and see that it's almost six thirty. You needed to get up anyway. You have some scrubs in your office so you can just change there. You don't know what time Brittany and Summer usually get up so you start some coffee before you look around for something to make them for breakfast.

You close the refrigerator and see something out of the corner of your eye. Quinn is standing in the doorway. You don't know if you can really look at her this early in the morning. So you don't. You close the refrigerator and turn your back to her, looking in the pantry.

"Santana, I -" Quinn quietly addresses you. You keep your back to her. "I walked here last night and I'll show you where to get the Brittany's favorite breakfast tacos if you drive me to the airport."

"You're leaving?" you ask.

Quinn looks at the ground and nods, "Brittany asked me to leave until I figure some things out."

Since Brittany asked her to leave, you decide that you will take her to the airport.

You find Brittany's keys and grab your purse. The drive to the airport is silent except for when Quinn points out the place where Brittany likes the breakfast tacos.

When you pull to a stop, Quinn hesitates before getting out. "I - I'm sorry Santana. I'm glad she has you." Her face is depressed and hollow. She doesn't even look at you as she gets out and disappears into the airport.

You stop to get breakfast tacos on the way back to the house. When you open the door, you see Brittany standing in the kitchen, drinking some coffee.

"You didn't have to get breakfast," Brittany says, smiling at you.

"Well Quinn needed a ride to the airport," you watch her carefully after you say that.

She doesn't look surprised. In fact you think she looks a little relieved. "Thank you." She gives you a kiss and keeps her arm around your waist. "Did Summer wake you up?"

"Yeah, but it's no big deal," you shrug and rest your head on her shoulder. "I needed to get up anyway."

"Do you need me to take you home to get dressed?" she asks, leaning you both back on the counter.

You shake your head, "I have scrubs at my office. Do you need me to do anything?"

Brittany smiles at you and gives you a kiss. "Not right now. I'm going to go wake up Summer."

You nod and watch Brittany disappear into the bedroom. You look around, trying to find something to do. You can't really see anything that needs to be done except setting out the food and pouring Brittany some coffee.

When Summer walks in, she's sleepy, but she smiles at you. Brittany sits down at her spot at the table and you sit next to her. Breakfast is quiet and done quickly. Clean up is easy and as soon as the kitchen is clean, Brittany and Summer go get dressed.

You take the blankets that Quinn slept on to the washing machine in the back room of the house. They may not be super dirty, but as soon as you cleanse this house of Quinn, the better.

The girls are ready right after you start the laundry and you throw your jeans from yesterday back on so that you can look decent walking into the admin building.

Brittany drops you off, giving you a kiss and wishing you a good day. You hop out of the car and manage to get into your office before anyone sees you. You quickly change and open your door so that people can come in if they need you.

The first person to walk through your door is the superintendent. "Good morning Dr. Lopez."

"Good morning," you look up from your desk. "What can I do for you?"

"I know that the assembly last week was cancelled because of the stink bomb that was set off in the gym, so can I get you to make your presentation today at the make-up assembly?" he asks.

You really don't want to, but you told him that you would. "Yeah, I still have the PowerPoint."

"Good," he nods. "It starts at two in the high school gym."

"Oh," you grab the flash drive off of your desk, "Can you look it over to see if it's too graphic?" You did put a few pictures on there and you're not sure if they're okay. You don't know anyone that you can show as a test subject. You hang out with a kindergarten teacher, a little girl, and a restaurant hostess.

"Sure," he smiles as you and accepts it from you. "I'll go look at it right now." He taps it against his hand and walks out the door.

You open up your email to answer whatever questions the teachers send you. They have access to your email for whatever reason and most of them use it as their own personal web doctor.

A few minutes later, the superintendent walks in. He looks a little pale and he swallows as he stands in front of your desk. "I'd, uh, change the picture of the gonorrhea."

You fight to contain a smile. He got sick looking at your STD slideshow. You plug it into your computer and open it up. "Okay."

"Thanks," he nods and quickly walks out.

You drop your head on your desk and silently chuckle to yourself. He walks around like the boss guy in charge, but show him a few pictures of a diseased penis and he yaks everywhere. You change the picture to something less graphic and save it.

You find your thoughts drifting to a certain blonde kindergarten teacher after a while. You wonder what she's doing for lunch. It's getting sad how much of your brain she takes up. You send her a text and ask her what she's doing for lunch.

She doesn't answer before you start making your rounds to the schools so you just figure that she's busy. When you walk into the middle school, she tells you that she'll be decorating her classroom at lunch, but you're welcome to come watch. You smile and tell her that you'll bring her lunch.

You grab some sandwiches from the deli down the street and walk into her classroom right after her lunch starts. You're happy to find that the room is empty except for Brittany. You hold up her drink and the bag that has the sandwiches in it when she looks at you.

"Hey," she smiles and accepts her food. "Thanks for this."

You lean on one of the counters and take a sip of your drink. She takes a bite of her sandwich and then starts working on the stapling a boarder around the ceiling of the room. You move to her desk and lean back, putting your feet up. You'd help, but you have a really great view from here. You take a bite of your sandwich and tilt your head, wondering how you can get her to wear those jeans all the time.

You get caught checking out her ass and she quirks an eyebrow at you. You pretend like whatever you were doing is innocent. "Um, I was trying to figure out what brand your jeans are."

"Oh yeah right," she playfully rolls her eyes. She scoots her chair over and then stands back up on it. "How is your day going?"

"It's okay," you shrug, "I made the superintendent puke with the slideshow about STDs I'm giving at the high school at two."

"Well I'm sorry I'm going to miss that," Brittany glances over her shoulder at you.

"Oh yeah," you nod. "It'll be great. It's a work of art."

She laughs and smoothes out the border before stapling it to the wall. As she's stapling someone walks in the door. You sit up straight behind her desk as Tina walks in. "Hey Brittany." She apparently doesn't see you because she's only talking to Brittany.

"Hey," Brittany smiles, but it falls off of her face when she sees how distraught Tina is. "What's up?"

"Can I borrow your car?" Tina asks, "My brother borrowed mine and he was in an accident."

Before Brittany can answer your phone chirps. It's the special chirp that you set for when the hospital needs you. You check it and see that they're calling you in for a broken arm from a car accident. You stand up. "I'll take you."

"Is it about my brother?" Tina asks.

"I think so. He broke his arm," you shake your head. Tina runs down the hallway to get her purse. You start to clean up your lunch mess, but Brittany tells you that she's got it.

You start to walk out the door, but she stops you. "Hey."

You poke your head back into the room, "Hmm?"

"You look hot in scrubs," Brittany grins and shoots you a wink.

You smile back at her. "You're hot all the time."

She blows you a kiss and you turn around as Tina walks up to you.

At the hospital, you find that it is in fact Tina's brother with the broken arm. You look over the x-rays and decide the course of action. It doesn't take you long to set the bone and put the cast on. He's got a few cuts on his forehead and some of them have stitches but other than that he's fine.

You finish just in time to run back to the high school for the assembly. You feel as if the presentation goes as well as a presentation about STDs can go. The kids sort of give you some kind of applause at the end, but you don't care. You're done. You're ready to delete the stupid slideshow and be done with it. He passed the initiative you wanted passed. You did his dumb presentation. You're square and it's over.

You rest your head on the desk and suppress a yawn. It has been a long, long day. You just want to curl up with Brittany and Summer and watch a movie. You smile at yourself. Kids have never, ever been in the picture for you, but now there's Summer and she's the coolest kid you've ever met.

You let your eyes slip closed for a moment, but just as you do your phone rings. You don't even look when you answer it. You just blindly press the answer button and leave your head on the desk when you put it to your ear. "Hello?"

"Hi Santana," your mom's voice is crisp and clear over the line.

You sit up automatically. She always bugged you about sitting up straight. "Um, hi mom. What's going on?"

"I am going to be in Dayton for a seminar and I thought I'd come see you this week," she states.

You look down at how you're sitting and slouch in your chair on purpose. Then you put your feet up on your desk. "Yeah sure. Wait when?" You weren't really paying attention to what she said. You just wanted to make sure that you were sitting defiantly enough before you answered.

"I'm going to be in Lima," your mom says.

It's a good thing you were slouching already, otherwise you'd have fallen back into the chair. "Oh, um, yeah cool. We can have lunch or something."

"I was actually hoping to stay with you," your mom adds. "I looked up all the hotels in Lima and none of them break four stars."

"I'm - I," you can't really think of a good excuse. "Okay. Just let me know when you're coming in."

"Wednesday afternoon," she says. "I'll give you a heads up as to when exactly I'll be coming in."

"Okay," you drop your head back down on the desk.

"We can have dinner and you can tell me why you didn't tell your father and me about your new job at the hospital," she states without any accusatory tones. However, you know that she wants to know why you didn't tell her.

But first you have some questions, "How did you know?"

"Your father knows every orthopedist in the Midwest," your mom mentions, "Imagine our surprise when your name gets thrown in."

"It's not a big deal," you sigh.

"It's a huge deal," your mom replies with joy in her voice. "I have to go, but I'll see you Wednesday."

You hang up with your mom a few minutes later after exchanging pleasantries and talking about the weather. When you do hang up you toss your phone into your purse.

You decide that you're done working for the time being so you leave early. You have to go clean and sterilize your apartment so that your mom won't be able to find anything wrong with it. When you're done, it'll be as clean as her operating rooms.

You're about halfway through the kitchen floor when your phone rings. You don't recognize the number, but you answer anyway because it could be one of the hospital's million phone lines.

"Um, Santana?" the unsure female voice asks.

"Yeah," you feel like you know the voice, but don't know where it's from.

"This is Tina," she says and you connect the voice to the person. "I just wanted to thank you for the ride to the hospital and what you did for my brother. The doctors here are really impressed with your work."

"It's no problem," you tell her, but you're smiling from ear to ear. Your first patient over the age of 13 that thanks you. It's a nice feeling. "Just doing my job."

"I know it's your job," she says, "But you did a great job. And with everything you're doing at the school. Thank you so much. Just as a heads up, my brother sent you some flowers."

You chuckle, "That's sweet of him."

"He's really taken with you," she teases.

You laugh harder. "Well, you can tell him that I'm flattered, but taken."

"Taken?" Tina asks, "Like with... Brittany?"

You smile so wide. You can actually say it now. "Yes."

"Awesome!" Tina squeals, "That's so awesome! Oh my god, finally. Oh, oh yeah." She pauses and her voice gets serious. "Brittany's so sweet and she's been through so much in this town. You can't-"

You interrupt her, "Is this the part where you say if I break her heart you'll break my neck?"

She chuckles, "Yes. And so will a bunch of other people. Even though some people are mean to her here, most people love her."

"Gotcha," you nod. "She's everything I never knew I wanted." You say it because as cliché as it is, it's true.

"Awww," Tina coos. "I have to go, but I'll see you around. Maybe we can have lunch some time."

"Definitely," you agree. You both say goodbye and hang up. Now you have two friends in Lima that aren't Brittany. You're going to count that as a score.

You clean for another hour before another interruption introduces itself. This time it's a knock on your door. You hope it's Brittany and pray that it's not your mom popping in early. You open the door and find the football coach that gave you a ride home that night you were drunk and upset about Brittany and Quinn.

"Hey," you furrow your eyebrows, "What's up?"

"I'm glad this is your apartment," he says, "I just met your neighbors. They're not really happy that I interrupted their soaps."

"What was your name again?" you ask.

"Puck," he nods. "I need your help."

"Doing what?" you ask.

"You're into chicks, but you dress hot so, I need you to tell me how I look," he raises his arms and looks down at what he's wearing.

You finally notice what he's wearing. He's wearing black jeans and a wine red button shirt under a charcoal grey vest. "Where are you going on a date?"

"We're going to that nice restaurant in the hotel," he says, shifting his weight.

What you've gathered about him is that he's a playboy, but he's not acting like one. He seems really nervous. You look him up and down. "Are you going to wear those shoes?"

"What's wrong with them?" he looks down at his bright blue high tops.

"Are you sixteen?" you ask. "Wear black shoes. Nice shoes."

Puck nods and runs his hand over his mowhawk. "Okay. Um, thanks."

You reach up and tug at the collar of his shirt. "Don't button the top button. It makes you look like a Catholic Priest."

He unbuttons it and rolls his neck, "Okay, how about now?"

You chuckle at how nervous he is. "Who are you going on a date with that you're so nervous?"

He puts his hands in his pockets and kicks at the ground. "She's the wrestling coach."

You don't think you've ever seen her, but you're sure they're perfect for each other. You hear a laugh that you know and step outside of the door. You're almost run over by Summer who jumps at you. You pick her up and give her a hug. "Hey Summer."

"Guess what!" Summer says, putting her little hands on either side of your face.

You raise your eyebrows and ask back just as excitedly, "What!"

"I'm going camping!" Summer squeals.

"Yay!" you say even though you'd never really be all that happy to go camping yourself. But you're happy because she's happy.

You see Brittany walk up behind Summer. Her sunglasses are over her face and her hair is blowing in the slight breeze that always seems to be blowing down the walkway to your apartment. She smiles at you and you smile back, not able to resist.

"Hey Brittany," Puck nods to her and then turns to you. "Thanks for you help."

You nod back to him. "No problem." He walks through the breezeway and around the corner.

You walk inside with Summer in your arms and carefully drop her on the couch. She laughs and asks you to do it again.

"You're friends with Puck now?" Brittany asks, closing your apartment door.

You shrug. "I guess so. I didn't really know we were friends until he showed up at my door asking how he looked."

"He's hitting on you?" Brittany asks, setting her purse down in the small space between the couch and the door.

You shrug again. "I don't think so. He needed help getting dressed for a date. I saved the girl some anguish over his high tops." You tilt your head to the side and put your hands on your hips. You think that you detect jealousy.

Brittany nods and quietly adds, "Okay."

You let it slide this time because she's so cute with her sunglasses holding back her hair on the top of her head like they are. "So, you're going camping?"

She grins and glances down at her daughter. "I got talked into it." She sits down on the couch next to Summer.

"I am so jealous," you look down at them and smile. Brittany's knowing smile means that you know she knows you're being sarcastic.

"Will you come with us?" Summer asks.

You raise an eyebrow. "When are you going?" You pray that it's sometime that your mom is here because you need an excuse.

"When are you free?" Brittany counters. She's sneaky. It seems as if she's going to drag you down with her.

You look back down at Summer who is giving you her best smile. You take a deep breath. "Well my mom is coming to spend the weekend with me this weekend."

"We can go next weekend," Brittany says. You look over at her and she's sporting a devilish grin.

"Pleeeeeeeeeease," Summer begs. Then she starts chanting it over and over and over again. Then Brittany joins in. You finally huff and answer. "Fine."

They both cheer and Summer hugs your waist.

You quirk an eyebrow at Brittany who just grins up at you. It's like she knows that she can get you to do anything in the whole world. You glance at Summer who has picked up your stethoscope, which is perpetually on your coffee table. Then you look back at Brittany and mouth 'you own me.'

Her devilish smirk returns and she taps your leg with her foot. "What do you want?"

You know what she's insinuating and swallow. You just look at her until she giggles.

You clear your throat until you can speak again and ask, "Not that I'm not glad you're here, but to what do I owe the visit?"

She leans her head back on the couch, "You left early so we came over to make sure you weren't sick."

You smile at their kindness. "I'm fine. I just finished early."

"Tina told me what you did today," Brittany takes your hand and pulls you down onto the couch next to her.

"It wasn't a big deal," you shrug, but lean into Brittany.

Brittany puts her arm around you. "It is though. It may not be for you, but it is for us."

A silence lulls over you and Summer starts trying to find her mom's heartbeat with your stethoscope. You wonder where Summer's stethoscope is. You ordered it a few days ago.

"So your mom is coming?' Brittany asks.

You groan and close your eyes. "Yeah. I was cleaning before Tina called me, then Puck came over. I have to clean my apartment because she's staying with me. None of the hotels in Lima live up to her five star standards."

Brittany chuckles. "I can help if you want. But not right now. Tomorrow maybe? I'm going to go sign Summer up for dance right now."

You sit up so that Brittany can get up. Summer pops up at the mention of what they're going to do. You ask Summer if she's excited and she squeals again. You laugh with Brittany and walk them to the door.

"You should call Rachel though," Brittany states, sliding her sunglasses over her eyes and opening the door, "She loves to clean."

"I probably will," you step outside with them and hug Summer goodbye. "Call me if you don't find some plans for dinner. I should probably practice cooking since my mom is coming. I don't know of any five star restaurants in Lima either."

Brittany smiles and teases your dangling fingers with her own. "I'll definitely call you."

She starts to move away, but you tangle your fingers in hers and pull her back to you. You kiss her before she can react and you can feel her smile into it. It's a brief kiss and when you pull away you say, "I won't let you get away that easily."

"I wouldn't want you to," she smiles and takes a step away. This time you let her go. She and Summer walk off and you smile after them before going inside to clean.

You do call Rachel and she happily comes over to help. She even brings her own environmentally friendly, biodegradable, all natural, organic cleaning supplies.

You let Rachel loose on the kitchen and you start dusting the living room.

"How's your dad?" you ask her as you're making weird faces at the amount of dust behind your TV.

"He's doing a lot better," Rachel calls to you from the kitchen. "We even had a best of Broadway sing-a-long the other night." She pauses. "I've missed him playing the piano like that."

You don't know what to say to that so you don't say anything.

"What does your mom do?" Rachel asks.

"She's the Supreme Dictator of the Operating Rooms at the second largest hospital in Chicago," you answer.

"Is that her official title?" Rachel asks, jokingly.

You smirk, "It should be."

"And your dad's an orthopedic specialist like you?" she asks appearing in the kitchen doorway.

"Yup," you toss the dirty rag you were using into the trashcan next to her.

"That's quiet a medical pedigree you have," Rachel leans on the doorway and crosses her arm.

You roll your eyes, "If that's what you want to call it."

"Is your mom going to meet Brittany?" Rachel asks, catching your eyes.

You haven't really thought about it. You tell Rachel that and add, "If she wants to she can. She doesn't have to. We've only technically been on one date."

"But it's serious isn't it?" Rachel asks, dropping her arms and standing up straight.

You start putting the pillows on the couch in place and nod. "Yeah, I guess so."

"What do you mean you guess so?" Rachel starts advancing on you. "It's either serious or it's not!" You totally said the wrong thing because she keeps talking. "You can't just walk around here with Brittany all -"

You cut her off. "Rachel. I didn't mean I guess it's serious." You stop her from advancing on you by putting your hands on her shoulders. "I know it's serious. I know that because of Summer, it gets serious at an exponential rate, but Brittany makes me feel things that I didn't know I could feel. And I love Summer. Seeing her for five minutes will make my day every time. I know it's serious. I'm not leaving them."

Rachel says "Oh" quietly then smiles at you. Then you're almost toppled onto the couch in a hug from the shorter girl. "Why can't I find a guy like you?"

"Because I don't have any brothers," you say and hug her back.

She laughs and apologizes for accusing you of not being serious. You tell her that it's okay. You would have accused yourself too. You both get back to cleaning and about an hour later you're both done with the small apartment.

"You could do surgery in here," Rachel says after packing up all of her cleaning supplies.

You put your arm around her shoulders and look around. "Do you have any bones that need to be fixed?"

Rachel laughs, "No. No thank you."

You ask her if you can buy her dinner or a drink or something, but she politely declines, citing a date with Sam later. You tell her to have a good time and say goodbye.

So you fall down on your couch and flip on the TV. Maybe you'll get a little nap before Brittany calls. Just as your eyes slide closed to the sounds of reality TV, there's a knock on the door. So much for your nap.

You don't feel like getting up so you just call, "It's open."

The door opens a little bit and Brittany sticks her head in. Her face softens and she fully steps in. "Did I wake you up?" She shuts the door behind her and walks over to you with a paper bag in her hand. She sets the bag on the coffee table and sits down on the edge of the couch in front of you.

"Nope," you move so that you're on your back and can see her better. "I wasn't asleep."

"Not yet," Brittany runs her fingers through your hair. She pouts, her bottom lip sticking out a little farther than usual. "I'm sorry."

"Never be sorry for coming to see me," you take both of her hands, your palms against hers. Then you slip your fingers between hers and push your arms above your head, pulling her down on top of you. Your faces are a hair apart when you stop.

She smiles at you and dips her head down, kissing you softly and gently. She pulls up and looks over your face. "You look tired."

"You sure know how to sweet talk a girl," you look up at her with a small smirk.

"I meant that you should probably take that nap you were starting," she kisses you again.

"Where's Summer?" you ask, having noticed that the little ball of sunshine is not in the room.

Brittany disengages one of her hands from yours and uses her thumb to brush against your cheek. "We ran into one of her friends at the dance studio and they're going to play for a little while at her friend's house." She looks at her thumb and presents it to you. "It's an eyelash. Make a wish."

You think about it for a moment, knowing that you're going to because she wants you to. You close your eyes as you wish and gently blow the eyelash away.

"What did you wish for?" she asks you reverently.

"I wished for a swimming pool filled with chocolate pudding," you tell her with a cheeky grin.

She rolls her eyes, "Fine don't tell me."

You pull her down for another kiss. "I wished that that look in your eyes when you look at me never goes away." You're not normally so honest or vulnerable when it comes to your feelings, but everything about Brittany makes you feel safe. Like you can tell her everything and you'll be safe.

She looks at you like that again and you melt. She dips her head down and kisses you hard. Like she's trying to prove that your wish wasn't misplaced.

She cuddles into you and holds you around your waist, her head falling like a feather on your shoulder. You have to restrain all the cliché things that threaten to jump out of your mouth. Like she's the best thing that's ever happen to you. When you look into her eyes you feel safe. You don't know where you'd be without her. She makes you happier than anyone has ever made you.

You find yourself lying with Brittany on the couch, watching some kind of weird reality show. At one point you think you recognize someone on the TV and Brittany chuckles at you. You're squinting and leaning forward.

You lean back on the couch, "Sorry, I though I saw someone I know."

"Old roommate?" she asks, kissing your forehead. You love that she does that for no reason.

"Ex boyfriend," you rest your head against her shoulder and run your thumb over the back of her hand that's resting on your stomach. "But it wasn't him."

There's a long pause while you watch the ridiculousness of the show. Finally Brittany asks, "How many boyfriends have you had?"

You lull your head to the other side to look at her. You lick your lips and think for a moment. "Serious boyfriends?" you ask. She nods and you keep thinking. "None."

"Really? None?" she asks.

You shrug. "Most of them were fun, but nothing serious ever came about." You take a deep breath and think over the string of men that you had no interest in. "There was one guy. He asked me to marry him, but then the ring pop fell into the sand so I didn't want it anymore."

Brittany smiles and presses her forehead to the side of your head. "Who was the most serious?"

You stare up at the ceiling. "Um, Mark I guess. I mean, we actually had plans for the future together. It was mostly because we were going to open up a practice together, specializing in sports injuries and broken bones." You shake your head and look at her, "But it didn't last long. He got extremely jealous when my class rank was an entire percentile above him."

"He doesn't know what he's missing," she gives you a peck on the lips.

You smile and look her over, "What about you? Serious girlfriends."

"Nope," she shakes her head. "I've only been with three people."

"Been with?" you ask, "Like sex?" She nods and you let that sink in. Three people in her whole life. Of course your number isn't that much higher than hers, but it makes sense with her having Summer.

"Mind if I ask who?" you ask her and turn sideways to face her.

"The guy in high school I told you about," she says easily as if it's not a big deal to tell you. "Quinn and you."

"You and Quinn...had sex?" you ask, not wanting to believe it, but knowing it's the truth.

Brittany nods slowly. "We were in high school and she was sleeping over at my house. It happened a few times. She was my first kiss and my first...everything. But she was just experimenting and I was in love with her. Then she went and slept with Puck because she freaked out about what we were doing."

"Oh," you look down. Her jealousy over your friendship with Puck makes sense now. She doesn't want what happened with Quinn to happen with you. You take her hand and tangle your fingers together. "You know I'm not interested in him right? We're just friends."

She blushes at this. You caught her, "Yeah. Totally."

"No," you don't accept that answer. She's saying what you want her to hear. "I'm one million percent serious. I don't want you to have any doubts. I'm so not Quinn. I'm not going to get scared and leave you." You kiss the back of her hand. "I'm fearless remember?"

"Oh yeah," Brittany breaks out in a smile. "Knife fights in Kindergarten. I remember."

You kiss her trying to figure out how to prove to her that you're not Quinn. You rest your hand on the curve of her hip and rest your forehead against hers. "I love you."

Her mouth twitches into a smile. It's a loving smile that makes you feel like you said something so right. She bites her bottom lip and her eyes land on your lips. "Santana, you're amazing."

A smile grows on your face and you deftly slip your hand under her shirt, feeling the warm, soft skin underneath. You quickly move your hand to the middle of her back, under her shirt and forcefully pull her to you. Your lips crash together and you feel her gasp into your mouth.

She starts to move so that she would be on top, but you stop her and move so that you're hovering over her. You slowly pull your lips away from hers and kiss the underside of her jaw, then the curve of her neck. Then you start to pull her shirt up and -

Her phone rings.

She sighs and reaches for her phone. "I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault," you look up at her and try your best to not look severely disappointed.

"It is," she looks at her phone. "I actually thought to myself that we weren't going to be interrupted."

You smile at her and kiss her before she answers the phone. It's a brief conversation, but from Brittany's side you know that it's time to go pick up Summer.

"I'm sorry," she says again and you know that you have to get up off of her so that she can pick up Summer.

"It's okay," you get up and she gets up with you.

She pauses at the door, looking shy and unsure, "Can we come back? Help you figure out what to cook for your mom?"

You nod, "Of course." You have an idea, "How about you get Summer and I'll go to the grocery store and we'll meet back here?"

"Do you want to meet at my house?" she asks, looking around, "Since your place is so clean."

"Oh yeah," you nod, slipping on some of your sneakers, "Good idea."

You walk out into the parking lot with one last kiss and go your separate ways. You can't help, but smile as she waves at you from her car.