Ch. 11 Slow and Steady

After establishing that I could slow down time; I found myself sprawled on the bed, and easily wrapped around pale limbs. I tensed up for a second but after a beat I couldn't even try to pretend that I didn't like being wrapped around the charismatic blonde. So I spent the next couple of hours being cuddled and eventually listening to Brittany ramble about all the concepts of my new power. She went on and on and on about the ridiculously outrageous possibilities and I just listened to her. I liked her silvery tone of voice, how she spoke with the utmost confidence in what she was saying. It reeled me in and lulled me into a sense of security. So it was to no surprise when I started nodding off.

She's so comfy...

I don't know how much time had passed as I laid contentedly in Brittany's warm embrace but when a strand of hair tickled my nose, it brought me back to the land of consciousness. I groggily swatted at the infuriating hair, settled back into my sheets and moved further into the warmth at my back but a yawn forcing its way through me; woke me up even more. I closed my eyes for a split second before blinking them open again. I noted Brittany was no longer speaking and her grip on my body was loose so I relaxed a little. I checked the time on the clock and groaned at the fact that it was close to noon. I squirmed in Brittany's hold so she would release me and when she did, I nudged her side so she'd get up.

"Britt... my grandma is going to be home soon", I mumbled and said blonde sat up after some effort.

"Give me my goodbye kiss", she demanded after she stretched and I sleepily complied.

My lips descended on to hers in a chaste kiss but she easily turned the kiss into something more. With a delicate flick of her tongue, she turned my innocent kiss into a make out session that lasted for what felt like hours. By the time my Brittany induced haze lifted from my vision, the tables had drastically turned. I was now underneath the amorous blonde as she grinned cattily down at me. One of her hands had made it pass my underwear and was steadily reaching the apex between my thighs while the other kneaded my breast. With quick maneuvering, I stopped her advances. My heart was pumping overtime in my chest and I had an uncomfortable ache forming between my legs. I groaned in embarrassment at how quick she effected me and with a blush, ordered Brittany out of my bed in a whisper-yell.

"Out out out!", I hissed.

She complied easily enough and with a yawn, she slid out of the warmth of my sheets. Noticing my position, she canted her head towards the door as a signal for me to walk her out. I let out a faux suffering groan that Brittany glared at me for, but before she could maim me, I got up to follow her out.

Lucky I like you...

My hand went to the lock on my door but at the sound of movement downstairs, I stilled immediately. Most likely hearing the noise as well, I felt Brittany tense up behind me. I sighed irritably, ...getting Brittany out of my house was going to be a headache now.

Damn...

I could hear my grandma flitting around and I entertained the thought of me growing a pair and just walking downstairs confidently with Brittany in tow but easily dismissed the idea. I did not have the proverbial balls to do such an act and I was in no mood to see my abuela's absolute smug gaze or the cat that ate the canary cheshire grin she'd no doubt send my way if I ever had the gall to do so. I'm sure she'd make it her business to have me die of embarrassment.

Double damn...

I rubbed my temples in aggravation before taking Brittany's hand suddenly. She gave me a puzzled glance but I focused on the world around me. I waited and waited and waited for the slight fluctuation in the normal time frame and without further ado, time stopped. There was a mental tug on my temporal lobe but I ignored the mild ache to unlock my door quickly.

"Lets make this quick", I addressed the blonde with a reassuring look before briskly making our way downstairs and out to the front door. It took more than a tug to get Brittany away from my grandmother's frozen form near the entrance of the living room.

"You look like your grandma", Brittany states when I pull open my front door to let her out.

"Thanks... I think...", I concede and Brittany sends me a pleased look before leaning towards me to kiss my cheek.

For some odd reason, I turn my face and meet her lips head on; much to Brittany's pleasant surprise. Her hands immediately grip the back of my neck and I step closer into her body, hugging her for just a second, then pull back. I break the kiss with a timid smile before shooing Brittany out.

Said cheerleader does not fuss, she happily walks with a ridiculous grin on her face that I put there. The fact that I did so, fills me with such elation and I aim to tease her for having the tables turned on her, but when I notice a black PT cruiser casually parked in the parking lot next to my grandma's Volvo, all my petty jokes die on my lips. My eyes widen incredulously and just as Brittany opens her car door I call after her.

She can drive!?

"You drove!?", I cried and Brittany scoffed.

"Well duh... You did call at six in the morning, on a Saturday. You thought I walked? Hah... no, bye babe", she snorted sliding into the driver's seat, starting it, and backing out.

I'm so caught...

Well I might as well had walked down the stairs in front of my abuela because now I know she knows Brittany was here for sure. I released the hold on time and just accepted my fate. I closed the door with a click and turned to face my grinning grandmother. I clenched my jaw and stared at her with all the fake bravado I could muster.

"I'm guessing the date went well", she teased and I felt my face get hot.

"Don't even start abuela", I grouched as I tried to walk around her and surprisingly she let me but she followed.

"You tried to sneak her out even though she was parked directly in the driveway, in my spot no less", she stated incredulously and I groaned as I trudged up the flight of stairs. "I mean cara de basura I knew you were stupid but not that stupid", she continued and I all but closed my door in her face once I entered my room. My abuela cackled outside my door and continued to hurl insults at me for a few more moments before she headed off to her own bed to get some rest.

Triple damn...

I woke up again later on in the evening feeling a lot more refreshed. I stretched and rubbed my unruly hair into submission. With a yawn, I rolled out of my comfortable bed and made my way into the bathroom. I washed my face, brushed my teeth and ambled downstairs in my pajamas. I could hear my abuela talking on the phone and when she spotted me she sent me a disapproving glance.

What did I do, I just woke up?

Sitting on the couch to watch the television, my eyebrows furrowed. I didn't understand what I could have possibly done while unconscious; I know it couldn't be about Brittany... Could it? She was the one that pushed me to give the blonde a chance in the first place... Did she know I didn't take Brittany out and disapproved? I sat there stumped; brooding over the possible reasons as to what would cause my abuela's sudden irritation with me but nothing came to mind. I tried to listen in on my grandma's conversation for a clue and my silent inquires were answered immediately. All I heard was my abuela say my mothers name and I knew it had to do with my parents.

Didn't I delete those messages properly?

"Santana", my grandma called after she finished her conversation and I glared immediately at nothing in particular.

"Si abuela", I answered and my grandma sighed. She walked over to where I was and sat down next to me.

"If you don't want to see your parents, that's fine Santana. I'm not going to force you", she stated and I snapped up my head to look at her. "...but"

There's always a but...

"Oh don't pout cara de basura", my grandma sneered as she flicked my forehead lightly and I backed away from my impulsive grandmother. "...As I was saying, I will never make you do something you don't want to do but! if you don't want something just say so. Don't be childish and ignore your problems", she scolded sternly. "Marcelo and I did not raise you to be a baby about things... Well... I know I didn't... so if you don't want to see your mami and papi say so, do not delete their voicemails and pretend like they don't exist. You're just running from your problems, and you're a Lopez. We do not run from anyone or anything", she told me wisely before patting my head and standing up. "Don't ever be afraid to speak your mind", she finished as she began walking towards the kitchen.

Say something!

"Er...", I mumbled before I finally swallowed and tried again. "Abuela!", I called and the weathered woman turned with a questioning look on her face. "Uh thanks for the... advice... I...-I-I love you", I finally stammered out and though my grandma frowned, her eyes seemed to light up with warmth. She turned away from me and kept walking into the kitchen. My heart stung with her blatant rejection until I heard her speak up.

"Me to Santana", she called after she rounded the corner and my heart soared.

It wasn't a direct 'I love you' but it was pretty darn close, and that's all I ever wanted to hear...

With more pep in my step, I decided that there was no time better than now to start my day. I walked back upstairs, and headed straight into my closet so I could put together some clothes. I hummed a random song to myself as I moved around hangars and delegated what was hot and was hotter. I grinned to myself, I was in better mood than I thought possible. I had the craziest urge to invite Brittany over but my abuela's earlier question echoed throughout my head.

'I'm guessing your date went well...'

"Fuck...", I cursed.

My grandma would most definitely ask Brittany about the date that never happened and Brittany would most definitely tell my grandma that no we are just always having sex under her roof while she's gone. Shit!

My abuela would disapprove if she found out I wasn't taking Brittany seriously. She'd probably think I was a no good womanizer if she thought I was simply fooling around with the blonde and not making an effort to do right by her. So I stumbled out of my closet, and paced and paced and paced as I thought about what actions I should take. My grandma was showing me attention and actually caring more outwardly, I didn't want it to change so I paced. I glanced over to my phone with a thought but immediately thought better of it.

I paced my room for the tenth time, my eyes never straying from my cell phone sitting on my bed. I closed my eyes and paced again and again.

Should I call? Do I really want to date Brittany S. Pierce?

The answer was easy. Yes. Yes I did...

I paced another time my brain thinking and over-thinking what I should and shouldn't do. I felt stupid because I had already called Brittany earlier this morning but this time felt different. Just the mere thought of the act now, had my nerves on edge and my palms clammy. I wasn't sure if my reactions were based on the fact that this call was strictly for my personal benefit, or because I was actually contemplating taking the bubbly cheerleader out on a date. Oh jeez... I groaned and started pacing again.

Just call her!

I stopped in my tracks and snatched my phone off my sheets. I unlocked it with a swipe and just called the last number on my dial pad. The phone rang and rang and rang and after the fourth ring I moved the device from my ear. I hung up and all my earlier nervous energy just diffused from my body. I plopped down on my bed with a dejected sigh.

At least I tried...

As I laid still for a few moments, I closed my eyes and decided that a nap was in order. There was only so much excitement one introvert such as myself, could take. So I got comfortable and waited for my mind to relax enough for me to drift off but my phone had other plans. It came to life and began to buzz not even a minute later in my nap. My eyes snapped open, alert as ever as I glared at the cellular device to my left. I looked over to the brightened screen and found that Brittany was calling back.

Shit!

I nearly drop my phone in alarm but hurriedly, grip onto the small device buzzing in my hand. In a nervous haste, I slide my finger towards the cancel button but hit answer instead. I hissed out a curse and nearly went into a mental tirade but Brittany's delighted tone on the other end filtered through my moment of insanity.

Hey! Sorry I didn't answer before, I just got out the shower

Oh hell...

All thoughts of scolding myself, immediately cease. My mind is completely and effortlessly derailed and the only thing I can think of is a naked Brittany. A very beautiful and very developed wet Brittany. Milky skin, soft curves with firm muscles- those lips...

Santana?

My fantasies stopped immediately and I was stuck blushing hotly. I was so happy Brittany couldn't see my face right now...

Santana?

Say something idiot!

"You're naked", I blurt out stupidly and I immediately face-palm myself. Brittany laughs at my statement.

I was... but I got dressed in the bathroom; hence why I wasn't around to answer your call. What's up?

"Um... I missed... Well no that's not... Um", I stammered as I tried to get the right words out and it was like Brittany could see right through me.

I missed you too, I'm guessing that's what you were trying to say?

I blushed even more at her open admission. "Well yeah... but um also, would you wanna... go out... With me sometime maybe?", I finally squeak and Brittany goes quiet for a few seconds. "...uh Brittany?", I call hesitantly when I don't receive an immediate answer and the silence continues. I call her name again and this time, she answers with a choked cough.

Ahem! Oh yeah... still here... I just had to make sure I wasn't dreaming this up you know? ...Um... but do you mean go out for fun or be my girlfriend type of go out?

I scratched my head bashfully with my free hand. "Well both I think, they go hand in hand", I answered thoughtfully and Brittany is all giggles.

Oh... well than in that case, yes Santana; I'd love to

I grinned happily and rolled off my bed in a bout of giddiness. I practically started dancing until Brittany's voice stopped me from anymore acts up stupidity.

Santana whats all that noise?

"Nothing", I answered quickly much to Brittany's amusement.

Sure... so when are we going out? Is it tonight?

"Yes its tonight but its a surprise, I'm taking you to Breadstix", I spoke without thought in my giddiness and Brittany let out a bark of laughter.

Uh Santana you just told me...

My mind caught up with what Brittany said and what I said and I face-palm myself yet again. I groan miserably and hear Brittany's hysterical laughter start up again.

"Surprise", I mumbled begrudgingly and Brittany laughed all the more.

Are you going to drive or am I?

Oh shit... I didn't think of that...

"Um... I didn't plan that far", I admitted.

You are so cute! I'm coming over now for some sweet lady kisses

I blanched. "No!"

What?

I cleared my throat bashfully. "I'm not supposed to see you before the date I think", I stated perplexed and Brittany scoffed.

Hahaha... I'm pretty sure that only applies to weddings... Trust me, we have time before we get hitched though, no need to rush.

WHAAT!

I'll be there in ten minutes! Bye babe

"Bye..."

Quadruple damn...

Thankfully Brittany ended up having to run errands for her mom so she didn't come over right away like she wanted. We agreed on her coming over around seven thirtyish; which left me time to fret over what I was going to wear and how I was going to act. By the time I was even remotely at ease with what I was wearing, it was ten past seven thirty. I rushed to put on my shoes and checked my phone to see if Brittany contacted me. She had and like a snake, I zipped through my house to head outside. I ignored my abuela's knowing look and her mocking farewell.

"Have a good time cara de basura".

I quickly made my escape before she could really get started and found Brittany standing outside her mom's PT Cruiser. She was casually leaning against the passenger's side whilst playing a game on her phone. I cleared my throat to get her attention and when she looked up and found me standing next to her, she sent me a small smile.

"Shall we?", I questioned and Brittany simply opened the door for me to get in.

I guess that answers who's going to be driving...

I scoffed at her chivalrous antics but thanked her nonetheless. She closed my door once I took my seat and slid into her seat herself, then we were off. Brittany didn't say much as she drove and I didn't try to start any conversations either, so the car ride was a quiet one. It took less than ten minutes to reach the usually buzzing restaurant and I found myself mentally preparing myself for whatever Brittany might throw at me. Whether it be something obscene or downright mortifying, I was determined to see this date through. I liked Brittany, like... really really really REALLY! liked her and people who liked one another dealt with their impish significant others for the vixens that they were...

I can do this, I can deal with her teases...

None of the above happened though, the usually outspoken blonde was surprisingly quiet. Even as the hostess seated us at a nice little booth, far far far away from prying eyes, Brittany remained quiet. Her hands fiddled together on the table and when I decided to comment on her silence, Brittany hastily rambled on about absolutely nothing. It was confusing...

Did I just walk into a twilight zone?

Before I could even stop Brittany's random babbling, the interruption from our waitress for our drink orders saved the blonde from her word vomit. She flushed a bright pink and I couldn't help the amused snort I released. I was starting to find Brittany's nervousness quite endearing as the second ticked by.

She's so cute... but this is kind of unnerving to see

"Hey", I called gently and Brittany looked up. "Being shy is my job, I'm the introvert here", I aimed to reassure her but my act of kindness backfired. Brittany's inquisitive eyes bore into me so keenly that my shy nature reared its head. I had to look away as I kept talking. "...besides we're supposed to be getting to know each other better or whatever", I trailed off and I heard Brittany giggle.

"Don't you think we know each other rather well already? I mean, I think I'm the only one who knows about that birthmark underneath your left boob", she stated impishly and my face burned with embarrassment. Like a switch, the blonde I infuriatingly liked ninety-nine percent of the time was back.

I could feel her stare burning the top of my head but I didn't dare look up. I kept my eyes firmly on my menu and when the waitress came back we ordered. As we waited for our food to arrive, we went about asking each other mundane things or at least I did to keep our conversations rated PG. It was nice and easy.

"Do you have siblings?", I pondered aloud and Brittany shrugged.

"I consider myself an only child but technically I'm not. I have a little sister but I've never actually met her. She stays with my father who I've also never met. Apparently he's too busy being a genius or whatever", she stated disinterested and I cocked my head curiously.

"But... You just said earlier you live with your mom and dad", I stated perplexed and Brittany scratched her head bashfully.

"Well... Pierce isn't my biological father but he's all I've ever known so in all intents and purposes he's my dad", she said simply and again I gave her a confused look. Noting my expression Brittany spoke up.

"Heh, look... My mom was with Pierce all her life until one year they got into a rough patch and broke up. My mom decided drinking and partying was the best way to get over Pierce and she met my dad Steven. They slept with each other unprotected that same night but she regretted it the next day. She found Pierce, cried about the whole thing and they got back together but surprise surprise, nine months later my mom had me in a barn", Brittany scoffed at the entire thing as if it were an everyday occurrence.

Uh...

I scrambled to find the right words to say ...because seriously what could one say to that... I'm pretty sure it's considered bad form to apologize. So subject change it is...

"Did your dad or well uh... Um... Mr. Pierce know?", I asked and Brittany snorted.

"You can call him Pierce you know? It is his name", she spoke in amusement. "...and yeah Pierce knows I'm not biologically his but he has never treated me any different", she stated happily and I smiled.

"He sounds like a great guy... And seriously his name is Pierce Pierce?", I questioned and Brittany chortled.

"Yep", she laughed and just like that the conversation continued to flow easily.

I shyly asked more questions and Brittany answered. I fiddled with my fork as she spoke about random things, such as: always wanting another cat so her cat; Lord Tubbington, could have a friend and how hard it was for her to learn how to swim when she was young. I let her speak without interruption. I listened intently because I wanted to know everything about the blonde in front of me. From her favorite color, down to what her goals were after high school.

"Oh my gosh you're a lefty!", she proclaimed when our food was set in front of us sometime later. I set my fork down with a raised eyebrow.

"Well yeah... is there a problem?", I asked curiously and Brittany waved off my perplexed expression.

"No, I just never really paid attention to that is all", she spoke absentmindedly and my expression became more confused.

"You're always eying me up in class, how did you not notice that before?", I wondered aloud and Brittany grinned.

"Sure yeah I'm staring at you all the time but nine times out of ten my eyes are glued to your face or your boobs or that tight as-"

"Brittany!", I yelped scandalized but she kept going.

"...Ass. I'd never guess. You use your right hand sometimes when we're having lady se-"

Oh my god!

I buried my face into my hands as my skin burned with a furious blush. Brittany ignored my mortified look and continued talking plainly over dinner on how I 'sexed' her up with my right hand sometimes.

Why am I subjecting myself to this again

I peeked from where I was hiding my ever flushing face and noticed Brittany's bright eyes staring off in space as she spoke of all the sexual fantasies she had of me but I blocked her words out. I stared at her, I mean I really stared at her. I watched as her thin lips moved, how they glistened with whatever candy flavored Chapstick of the day she wore. I stared long and hard at her inviting lips before a wisp of hair caught my attention next and I found my eyes trailing over her loose golden strands.

She wore her hair down today, her beautiful tresses no longer confined in her usual Cheerios ponytail; her short bangs swept to one side. I inwardly approved, moving on my observation back to her face. I settled onto her eyes. Her pupils were blown and her irises were tinted a darker shade then usual, but I'm pretty sure that had to do with the dirty thoughts she was outwardly speaking about.

I put my fork down and sat back just admiring the blonde in front of me. All I could think of was how beautiful she was. I couldn't peel my eyes away as she talked to herself rampantly.

She's just so...

"...beautiful", I mumbled to myself before feeling more confident. I cleared my throat loudly to get Brittany's attention then repeated myself.

"You're beautiful... Brittany", I reiterated. "I don't think I ever... I-I don't think I said that today", I mumbled and the blonde before me beamed brightly in my direction. She slid her hand across the table, being mindful not to knock anything over and gripped my right hand on the table.

"You're beautiful too, inside and out", she stated softly and a foreign feeling passed over me.

It was nice, warm, and good and I reveled in the obscure feeling. I couldn't see myself but I knew I was grinning stupidly by the way Brittany's eyes gleamed with amusement. She sent me a knowing look that I frowned at but she said nothing.

She glanced at my lips for a moment then trailed them back up to my eyes. Repeating the action more than a few times, making it quite clear that she was giving me the signal. I gave her a queer look and I rose an eyebrow in question but she just nodded. When she noticed my bewildered expression she became absolutely mischievous. She smirked; her teeth going on display as she kept giving me the signal to make sure I knew what she was implying and my eyes rounded. Brittany wasn't deterred by my flummoxed expression and lent over the table.

"No way!", I hissed quietly.

"Mmhmm...", Brittany hummed before she crossed the rest of the gap and kissed me flat out on my lips.

"Mmpf!"

Much to my dismay, I let her kiss me just the way she liked. I didn't want to cause a bigger scene then what we were causing now so I didn't push her away but I did look around frantically while her lips were locked with mine. It was all for naught though. Time was frozen, and I felt Brittany smile through the kiss.

"I. See. You. Finally. Noticed...", she punctuated with a kiss for each syllable and I finally trained my gaze on to the impish blonde.

No wonder she was being so bold.

Brittany pulled back slightly with a satisfied grin and I kind of blinked stupidly while staring up at her.

"You really don't have any control when it comes to me", she stated reverently and me shaking out of my stupor, I simply shrugged.

I swear the things she does to me...

It wasn't too late when Brittany brought me back home and instead of making her leave because I knew my abuela was awake, I invited her in. Brittany excitedly stormed to my home while I trudged in after her as if it were judgment day. My abuela was sitting down in the living room doing paperwork when she spotted us, and she easily put her pen down and stood in all her five feet and three inch glory, to greet us. I gestured my hands between Brittany and her as I spoke.

"Abuela, Brittany. Brittany my abu- grandmother Alma", I introduced awkwardly but neither of my two favorite people paid me much attention. They were too busy sizing each other up so I shrunk away. My eyes nervously bounced back between the two as the silence continued.

"Santana stop fretting", they suddenly ordered at the same time and I flushed.

I looked to my grandma but her old eyes were too busy boring into Brittany's with a warmth I've never seen. I furrowed my eyebrows in complete confusion.

"Oh yes, I like you", my abuela preened at Brittany's command to me and I frowned. "Maybe my granddaughter will grow a spine the longer she hangs around you", she said simply and I gaped.

I'm not spineless!

"Oh she has one..."

Hah!

I smugly grinned in my abuela's direction until Brittany finished her sentence and the blood all but drained from my face. "...it just takes some certain coaxing for it to appear", Brittany states wickedly and I felt my world spinning out of my control.

Please No! No! No...

"Oh?", my abuela asked just as wickedly. She stared in my direction with such an evil look, my heart plummeted from my chest cavity to the ground. "Do tell?", she addressed Brittany but her eyes were fixed on me and I all but stopped time immediately. Brittany made a noise of complaint but I hurriedly dragged the way too honest at times blonde upstairs.

I locked the door first then released my hold on time with ease. I ignored my grandma's hysterical laughter from downstairs and turned to the impish blonde now lazily sitting on my bed. I shot her an icy glare that she ignored much to my absolute loathing.

"That was rude Santana", she stated nonchalantly and I stared at her bewildered.

What!?

"Don't give me that confused look, your grandma and I were bonding", she huffed which caused me to snort.

"Over my sex life? I think not", I muttered and Brittany snickered.

"Whatever... come love me", Brittany demanded as she laid spread on my bed but I did no such thing. Instead I walked over to the blonde and sat next to her. With a flick of my wrist, I flicked the perverted blondes nose and watched in amusement as she yelped.

"Ow! What was that for?", she whined as she rolled away from me. "Is this how you are after all your dates?", she complained and I sobered up.

"About that, did you... Did you have fun?", I questioned and Brittany sat up. I glanced over to her and saw her looking at me inquisitively.

The staring went on for another long minute before I felt self conscious and looked away. I felt my bed shift before the weight of Brittany's chest fell on me as she draped herself over my shoulder. I felt her inhale my scent before sighing out a breath and I relaxed into her. Her arms encircled my body like a koala bear and I reveled in the feeling of being so close to her.

"Did I have fun? ...Santana", she snorted. "I wish my feelings for you were that simple. I wish I could define our moments with words as easy as 'fun' but I can't. Every moment I'm with you I feel like I'm in heaven", she mumbled into my shoulder and I felt like I was turning into goo. "So yes, yes I had 'fun' today", she finished.

"Brittany...", I trailed off because all my emotions were bubbling up to the surface and I felt like my powers would unleash at any moment. I stifled my feelings down vehemently and worked on breathing in and out smoothly. I struggled to get my thoughts together because Brittany was right, our feelings were anything but simple and I recognized that.

"It's okay Santana, I know it's hard for you to talk to me but you're getting there and I appreciate it", she stated as she held me a bit tighter.

Damn it Santana! You are a Lopez, speak your mind!

"It is hard...", I answered feebly.

"I know Santana that's why I don't expect you to say any-"

"It's hard...", I interrupted her. "...because my emotions are complex and many; not because I won't or can't say them", I muttered.

Brittany quieted for moment before hugging me tighter to herself. She spoke quietly in my ear, "Just say how you feel, say anything. It doesn't matter if it doesn't make sense".

"That's just it. How I feel isn't as easy as one plus one... or even easy as saying I love you...

I just feel like I want to be the first thing your eyes lay on in the morning. And the last thing your eyes fall on before you drift off to sleep. I want to breathe the same air, share the same bed. I want to grow together... In fact, I want to grow individually like the roots of mangroves but all in all meet at the same point of the earth. I want to be your first and last kiss. I want you to touch me but... I need to touch you; not only physically but mentally. I want to be drawn into your body with every inhale. I want to be fused into your skin, cell by cell. Atom by atom. I want to seep into your system. Be the oxygen that you breath, be the blood swimming in your veins. I want you in every way that I can manage to have you in, and then some", I finished and Brittany stilled.

"You see... I feel a lot for you and that's dangerous. I lose control and I slip. I don't want to piss on my grandfather's memory but when I'm with you... God... when I'm with you, I can't help but... Feel and it drives me crazy. You make me crazy Britt Britt... totally and utterly crazy", I rambled on as Brittany continues to be quiet.

There I said it...

"Love is crazy...", Brittany finally speaks up and I huff at the understatement.

"Well I'm insane".

AN: Whew! that was intense... and don't kill me. I know it's been awhile but I've just been adjusting from being in the hospital for 2 months (Floridians cannot bloody drive) to being back at home (I really needed to catch up on Glee and the 100; clexa anyone? ;) lol) and baby Paris (my little devil) has been up to no good erasing all my hard work for this story off my iPod. But anyway... I hope you enjoyed and if so, tell me your thoughts :D Long or short. Are you squealing just as much as I am that Santana finally grew a pair and spoke of her elusive feelings? Are you cracking up over Alma's devilish antics? What do you think will happen next? Press the review button at the bottom lol Until next time. Ciao!

-Tatter