A/N: I'm glad I already found some time to write tonight, Glee is a really helpful motivation lately! =)

At the moment I'm trying to figure out where I really wanna go with this fic, if I wanna end it 'soon' or make it a really long story. I don't want it to feel like one of those shows that stop being interesting in season 27, so I still need to plan a little ;)

Anyhow, I hope you like this chapter, things are getting a little more twisted again. Looking forward to hearing your opinions =)

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Chapter 11

Brittany was driving to Santana's house as fast as she could. The sun was already setting since she still had to make a quick stop in town to pick a little present for the girl she loved - as an apology, a sign of her affection, as something that would always remind Santana of her.

Even though her body was well trained from all the dancing, her legs started to hurt and her face was almost as pink as the little old bike she was riding - half from her physical exhaustion, half from her total excitement.

Finally reaching the Lopez' house, Brittany hastily jumped off her vehicle and carelessly let it drop onto the pavement, not caring if it left any scratches on the paint.

Just when she was about to hit the doorbell, the blonde realized that the big black Landrover was parked in front of the garage - a sign that Santana's parents must be home. Brittany never really wore watches - considering she was very slow at reading them and they annoyed her - so she could only figure that it might already be too late to ring, at least unannounced.

She tried to call the brunette on her cell phone but of course no one picked up - she needed to try to get Santana's attention otherwise. Glancing around in the Lopez' frontyard, her eyes rested on a few small stones - just the perfect size to throw them. The blonde had seen people do that in movies, mostly in lovestories, so she figured it was perfect - poetic even.

Brittany took the first stone, wondering if it was big enough to make a noise that the latina would hear. She expertly aimed at Santana's window and threw the little gray piece of gravel with not too much power. It hit the glass with a little dong and the blonde waited.

And waited.

Nothing happened.

Sighing, Brittany decided she'd have to use a bigger stone, so she took one of these pretty big white ones that were encircling the little path to the Lopez' backyard.

Aiming again, one eye closed, her tongue peeking out of her mouth in concentration, Brittany threw once more, this time a little more forcefully.

The much louder DONG definitely had to be heard - and the small crack in the glass definitely had to be seen.

After a few seconds, Santana's window finally swang open and the latina's head appeared, looking shocked, surprised and confused, her hair sticking out in all directions.

"What the...?" the girl started, widening her eyes and not believing what she saw.

"Hey!" Brittany yelled cheerfully, waving at the latina and smiling brightly.

"Brit, what are you doing? Why on earth are you throwing stones at my window?" she managed to ask, eyeing the long crack in the glass with disbelief.

"You didn't pick up the phone" the blonde explained shrugging as if her reaction was the most normal thing in the world.

"I was asleep" the latina replied, trying to straighten her hair in order to look at least a little bit more attractive.

"Oh, but you are awake now?" Brittany asked with serious concern, looking up to her friend with big blue eyes.

"Obviously" Santana stated, frowning and shaking her head. "What do you want?"

She didn't mean to sound annoyed, but what was Brittany thinking? They'd had a huge fight not too long ago, and now she just came by, almost destroyed her window and acted like nothing happened?

"I wanna be with you, San."

Now that definitely wasn't what the latina had expected as an answer. She felt a sudden nervous feeling in her belly, like going down with an elevator.

"I finally understood what you were saying to me a few weeks ago! About not wanting to be with guys anymore! I lo-"

"Shhh" Santana hissed with an alarmed look on her face, motioning the fast rembling, half yelling girl to be quiet.

"Brittany, my parents are home..." she tried to whisper loud enough so the blonde in the frontyard would be able to hear her. Looking around nervously, her eyes switching from left to right to make sure her parents were nowehere near them, she quickly put on a sweater.

".. wait, I'll come downstairs..."

"Okay!" Brittany replied friendly, hugging her bag in front of her belly, happily waiting for the latina to open the door.

When Santana stepped outside, Brittany almost jumped at the petite brunette, embracing her closely.

"I'm sorry, I didn't wanna fight with you" she said with her face very close to the latina's, causing the still confused girl to inhale her fruity smell.

Santana's body remained stiff during the hug, her eyes still widened in surprise. After a few seconds she at least managed to raise one arm in order to pet the blonde's back a little bit.

"Let's get a bit away from here, I dont need my parents to spy on me when we have ... serious conversations..." the brunette pleaded, breaking the hug and moving away from her family's house.

Brittany had somehow hoped the latina would react a little more chipper, so she inevitably calmed down from her high and just nodded, following santana around the corner to sit down next to her on a bench.

"I got you something" she said after a few seconds, her smile now seeming a little insecure.

Santana took the small present into her hands and eyed it closely. It was chaotically wrapped in pink paper with a huge rainbow colored bow on it. The sticky tape stripes that were glued all over the parcel made it hard for the latina to unwrap it quickly.

When she had finally managed to remove the packing, two huge brown eyes were staring at her.

"A ... plushy panda?" Santana asked hesitantly, looking at the soft toy a little more closely.

"Yes! It's super cute, it reminds me of you! It has your eyes! And it's lebanese. His name's Pandi!" Brittany exclaimed, her previous excitement slowly returning.

Santana raised one eyebrow, looking at the little red tag next to the panda's fluffy tail, saying "Made in Lebanon" in bold white letters.

The latina had to smile at the cute gesture, absent-mindedly stroking the bear's belly with her thumb.

"You like it?" Brittany asked hopefully but a little insecure.

"Yes.. yes sure.. I love it" the smaller girl answered honestly, still not fully understanding how they could have gone from totally yelling at each other to giving each other lovely presents in only one day.

Brittany smiled in relief.

"Why are you suddenly acting like this... is it because of... what happened between us?" Santana asked a bit more serious, not letting go of Pandi.

Brittany stared at Santana with a look in her eyes that was so friendly, so sincere, so pure, it made her realize again how beautiful the blonde was. She looked so pretty with her amazing blonde curls, her rosy cheeks, her flawless face - Santana's heart was aching.

Brittany touched her leg, smiling.

"I broke up with Artie" she stated calmly, hoping that the sentence itself was already explaning enough.

Santana felt her hormones doing a happy dance and fought very hard against the urge to scream "FINALLY!". Her thoughts drifted to Stacey and what they had been talking about earlier that day. Her smile was fading.

Santana's gaze left Brittany and she just stared at the scenery in front of her, feeling uneasy.

"What is it?" the blonde next to her asked carefully, not sure if she should remove her hand from her friend's leg.

"I thought this was what you wanted" she almost whispered, somehow realizing that Santana wasn't about to start kissing her as if there was no tomorrow.

"It was.." the latina carefully started, seeming to be lost in thoughts. "But a lot happened since I asked you to end things with him.."

"Santana.. are you still dating Stacey?" the young dancer wanted to know, looking at the latina expectantly.

"Yes.. I mean no... I mean... I told her I needed space to figure out stuff" Santana tried to explain, her head spinning by now.

"Yes, you can have that space and figure out you wanna be with me" the blonde simply suggested.

"Brittany, it's not that easy..."

"Of course it is. You said you love me. I love you. It's totally easy." Brittany concluded desperately, eyes widened and her arms protectively crossed in front of her chest.

"But I don't know how I feel about her, Brit" the latina went on slowly. "It wouldn't be right to jump into this now, I don't wanna hurt her."

Just when she had pronounced the last sentence, the realization hit her. Their terrible locker conversation was repeating itself - just somehow their roles were switched and Santana suddenly understood what the blonde must have dealt with in that moment. She felt miserable and stuck.

Brittany looked sad and distressed, not knowing what to reply anymore, so they sat like that in quiet, listening to the chirping crickets.

After what felt like hours, the blonde finally cleared her throat.

"I can wait for you..." she said with a serious but friendly voice, trying to smile a little.

"...until you have figured it out."

Santana smiled back at the beautiful girl, the blonde's words meaning incredibly much to her. She took Brittany's hand and started stroking it softly.

"Thank you" she whispered, brushing a tear away that had slowly been rolling out of the corner of her eye. More than anything she hoped that it would all turn out to be okay.

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The next day at school Santana sat down in the canteen, scanning the area to see if any of her friends were already there. Just when she was about to open her diet coke, she felt a hand on her shoulder

"Hey" Brittany said in a soft voice, smiling a little shy. "Can I have lunch with you again?"

"Yes, sure, sit down" Santana replied friendly, pointing at the chair in front of her.

"I'm happy we can go back to the way it was, I missed this so much" she stated honestly, sitting down and getting ready to start eating.

"Me too" Santana smiled, taking a sip of her cool drink.

The blonde lovingly stared at the girl in front of her when suddenly her eyes wandered a little up and her gaze turned cold. Realizing the change in Brittany's expression, Santana turned her head around to look behind her.

"Oh.. hey" she brought out, looking at Stacey.

"Mind if I sit down with you guys?"

Santana swallowed hard. Of course she didn't mind having Stacey around, she still meant a lot to her, but being confronted with both girls at the same time practically screamed disaster.

The latina shook her head, her eyes switching from one blonde to the other.

"So, I guess you two are getting along again?" Stacey asked curiously, picking with her fork in her salad.

"Why wouldn't we?" Brittany asked, staring at the other blonde who was sitting far too close to Santana.

"Nevermind" the older girl replied, turning to the latina next to her. "So, I was wondering if you'd like to come over for dinner again some time. My mom would really like to meet you. I mean, casually of course, you know she hasn't been here for a while and she said she'd love for me to have some friends over again."

Santana nervously looked first on her plate, then quickly let her eyes rest on Brittany as if she was trying to read the answer on her face. Brittany just stared back at the two girls like a deer right before it gets hit by a car.

"Um.. yes, I guess we could do that... casually" she mumbled, overwhelmed by the situation.

"My dad asked if you wanna come with us to our beach house again for a weekend some time" Brittany suddenly improvised. "You know, like we always did. For years. Since we were kids" she added, pronouncing every sentence.

Stacey was raising her eyebrows, immdiately picking up on what the young dancer was about to do and not willing to let it go that easily. Santana chose to reply nothing, feeling like all oxygen was slowly getting sucked out of the canteen.

"The weather is getting warmer every day, we could also go swimming soon. I mean, we don't neccessarily need a beach, we could check out this new waterslide park" Stacey continued, trying to sound casual.

"I heard they have sharks there" Brittany replied in a numb voice, hoping it would make Santana say 'no' to the other girl's suggestion.

"No sharks, only cute dolphins" Stacey remarked right away.

"That's the same, you as a gay girl should know that" Brittany stated, laughing a little ironically and rolling her eyes.

Santana was aware that this conversation was not about her anymore and she felt herself getting annoyed by the girls' weird competitive behaviour.

"Speaking of gay, aren't you dating this Artie kid?" Stacey wanted to know, not even looking at the latina anymore and only glaring at the other blonde.

"No, we broke up. I know who I wanna be with" Brittany replied, an unusually challenging expression on her face.

"Took you long enough" Stacey hissed back, "but sometimes people wait too long with such decisions."

"And sometimes people are too fast when they rush into relationships with people they don't even know."

Stacey was trying her best to stay calm but she was not about to give up this fight.

"And sometimes people only want what they can't have and make sure they're still number one, even though their person of interest is sharing their bed with someone else."

Brittany felt a pain in her chest by the sudden image of Santana and Stacey being all cozy and cuddly and naked in bed together. She pushed her plate aside, the last bit of appetite disappeared.

Santana who had been quiet in the past minutes just stood up, shaking her head.

"You know what, girls? I'm gonna leave you two alone now, cause I actually wanted to enjoy my lunchbreak and your weird verbal catfight leaves a bitter taste in my mouth."

With that she just took her food, not looking at the two blondes anymore and just left the canteen, feeling miserable.

Stacey and Brittany were left alone at the table like two puppies in a thunderstorm. The ex-cheerio was the first one who found her voice again.

"So... you guys actually did it?" she wanted to know, keeping her gaze on the table, scared of the answer.

"You know what, Brittany?" the other girl started, "I don't understand you. First you come to me and act all like you're trying to hook me up with Santana and want me to take care of her, and now you decide you wanna make it extra hard for me? What kind of game is that? - And just to come back to your previous question: yes, we did it, you're not the only girl Santana ever looked at anymore and I guess now you have to deal with it."

Having let all of her anger out, Stacey stood up as well, stamping away and leaving Brittany all alone at the lunch table.

The dancer felt sad and scared, suddenly realizing that Stacey's and Santana's relationship might have been more serious than she had expected. In her mind, the other blonde transformed into some kind of green and ugly Frankenstein's monster - a monster she had created herself by encouraging her to make Santana happy.

The blonde stared into emptiness, not noticing the world around her anymore. If any of the girls had paid some more attention on their surroundings earlier, maybe one of them would have recognized the brunette girl sitting a few tables afar who had been spying on their conversation all the time. Now - with both Stacey and Santana out of sight, the quite small but pretty girl sat down next to Brittany on the empty seat.

"Hi, you're Brittany?" the brunette asked friendly and smiled.

"Yes?" the blonde replied confused, as if she wasn't quite sure herself.

"Trouble with your girlfriend?" she asked curiously, a somehow concerned look on her face.

"She's not my girlfriend..." Brittany stated sadly, looking as if she might start crying any second.

"But you want her to be.." the brunette concluded understandingly.

"I'm giving her time..." the blonde explained, not even knowing why she was having such a conversation with a complete stranger.

"She still has this crush on the pierced chick. I don't know why she's even pierced. My name is Pierce, hers is Claridge. It makes absolutely no sense."

The pretty girl chuckled, brushing her curly hair behind her ears.

"Listen... if you want Santana to forget Miss Tongue Piercing and pick you instead, then I guess you should do more than just wait."

"What do you mean?" Brittany wanted to know, raising an eyebrow but somehow feeling the other girl might actually have some helpful advice.

"If you want her to choose you, then you really have to fight for her" she explained nodding, as if she knew what she was talking about.

"Okay.." Brittany tried to follow her. "How?"

"Aren't you in Glee Club? You could sing a song for her" the stranger suggested, not hiding the fact that she seemed to know a lot about the girl next to her.

"Yeah, I am, but I'm not a very good singer" the taller blonde sighed, her insecurities becoming quite obvious.

"I'm sure there's something you're really good at" the girl tried to encourage Brittany, smiling and offering her one of her strawberries.

The blonde took the red little fruit and started chewing, wondering what her best qualities were. As if the best idea had suddenly popped into her mind, the blonde started smiling, knowing there was one thing she was truly amazing at.

"Yes.. you're right.. I guess i know what I could do..." She thought about it for a moment longer.

"Will you help me?" she finally asked, the excitement in her rising again.

She had no idea why she was even asking a girl for help who she'd never even seen before, but the brunette seemed so involved and interested - and she knew she needed some support in this plan.

"I'd love to" the girl replied surprisingly happy and chipper, smiling at the blonde.

"What's your name?" Brittany asked, realizing she at least needed to know this little detail if she wanted to work with the brunette.

The girl laughed, reaching out her hand to fully introduce herself.

"My name's Sarah."

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TBC