A/N: Thanks for all the alerts, y'all! I had a flow with this chapter. I just typed and typed. Usually I re-type and change a lot throughout the week. But since I was super slow with the last two chapters, I thought I'd be super quick with this, therefore, it's written in like... a day. It doesn't mean that it's bad though?
I don't know if I dare to say that this is my personal favorite, but it definitely got some cute moments to like! I just hope it doesn't seem too rushed. I hope you will enjoy this, because there's ooooonly Brittana here. And more dialogue than ever between your favorite ladies!
Hopefully a nice change from the last chapter which was like mood swings all over the place...

I have a question though.
When would you like to see the story to end? When they get together, or do you want them to establish something, think of the future… etc?
I'm just asking. It's not ending yet, obviously. But it'd be nice to know so I can get some further ideas. It's up to you, all!

Lastly. Have y'all seen that picture of HeYa on vacation in Mexico (with their friends), that Vanessa posted on her twitter. Daaaamn…
Heather Morris is a goddess (and yes, I ship myself with her. Any day. Everyday. Always. Sorry HeYa shippers…). Naya is a goddess too, of course.

snixxjuice214: A sex tape of Sugar and Artie? That's a good one! Hahaha!

M206: Mhm... sweet lady kisses...

vikstar80:Thanks for always reviewing! (: 3


CHAPTER 11

To Brittany's surprise Santana had taken her to a small café close to Times Square. It wasn't the place where she could see Santana hang out during her evenings, or days. Based on the exterior, it was the opposite of glamorous. An old alley that smelled really weird, with a crooked sign above the door that said 'The Café', a ridiculous name for a café. But apparently they served the best lattes, sandwiches and cakes, and apparently they had a nice garden in the back, that would be nicely lit up with candles if they were lucky. Santana promised that the interior would be much better, at least by her standards.

As she walked in to the small coffee shop she was met by a rush of calmness. An acoustic song currently playing at a low volume in the background. Dimmed lights. The scent of something sweet, mixed with freshly made coffee, and the distinguish smell of old furniture, but it didn't smell bad. It reminded her of her old grandmother's house, who still lived in The Netherlands.

The café was very different compared to the usual New York stress, it was like everything went slower in there. Suddenly she knew why Santana liked this place. It was obvious that this was Santana's way to get away from everything.

Even though people began to recognize and approach her more often when she was out, she still didn't have a place like this where she could hide and get away. Maybe it was too early for her to have a place like that, because let's be honest, she was nowhere close to the status and fame that Santana had.

"I never took you for a café kind of person." Brittany smiled as they took a seat in the garden at the back. Santana had been right. The garden was amazing. It was a bit cold outside since the winter was coming close, but they had blankets and heating outside. Lanterns hanging over them and lit candles on every table. It was quite romantic.

"Really?" Santana took a sip of her latte and let out a content hum. These lattes could never go wrong. She wasn't sure if she wanted to know what Brittany thought of her, but the curiosity took the best of her as she continued. "What did you take me for then?" the Latina smiled, not caring that Brittany had actually judged her, she had done the same with Brittany.

"I guess I thought you only hung out at cool places, like exclusive nightclubs and celebrity yachts, you know. Flying to Italy in a private jet, only because you can. Hanging out with different model girls and sometimes even men, every night. I've read..." She wasn't supposed to tell Santana that she had read all that stuff about her, she wasn't supposed to tell her this. But she hadn't had the time to stop herself as she rambled. Her eyes slowly met Santana's, as if to see if she had said too much.

"It's fine, Britt." Santana reassured. "I think it's impossible to not have read any gossip about me, especially in this industry we're in." It wasn't cocky sounding statement, Santana just said it with sadness lacing her words. "Can I tell you a secret?" the brunette suddenly said.

"Yes?" Brittany nodded slowly, not knowing what to expect from this sudden confession.

"You're right at most of those things. Unfortunately." Santana said and looked down, ashamed of herself.

"Oh." Brittany felt her heart stung at the fact that all that was true. Because maybe, she had just been one of Santana's one night stands, but everything felt so different. Or was it only for her?

"But I can assure you that me being with a man is just a stupid rumor. I haven't been with a guy since high school." Santana said jokingly as she smiled once again before tasting a piece of her carrot cake.

"Yeah." It wasn't really the affirmation that Brittany wanted to hear. To Brittany, a man and a woman was just humans, equals. It didn't matter if Santana had been with a man or not, a woman or not. What mattered was that Santana had been with many people, before and probably after her. But what hurt the most was probably that she was one of those people who had fallen for Santana's charm… and that she didn't regret anything.

"This was the place where I told Rachel about my trip to Amsterdam, where I for the first time told her about this amazing woman that I met." Santana said after a few moments, flushing at her own statement.

"Really? Who did you meet?" Brittany asked curiously, eyes narrowing. She wasn't usually the jealous type, but she had met Santana there, and she really didn't want to know whether or not she had been sharing the brunette with someone else that week.

"Really? Who?" Santana laughed at the blonde.

"Yeah, I'm curious." Brittany said and shrugged, trying to play it off cool.

"You, of course!" Santana exclaimed, making Brittany blush, her mouth forming an 'o' as realization hit her. "She kind of already knew of you, since she, you know, called... but she didn't know how amazing you are. Because you really are amazing. I've been talking a lot about you with her at this place."

"Really?" Brittany blushed even harder. She felt her heart beat faster and faster each second that passed.

"Yes." the Latina smiled.

"What did you talk about… when you talked about me?" Brittany gulped. She was indeed a very curious person, especially when it came to Santana.

"Uhm…" Santana never thought she would ever tell Brittany about this. This was kind of awkward. But what the hell. "Usually I just rambled on that I wish I'd find you out there. We spoke about ideas how I would get in contact with you. I thought you worked as a crew member at the Fashion Week, but no one knew who you were." Santana shrugged. "Or they didn't want me to find you…" she mumbled.

It was true. Brittany was amazing. Maybe even too good for her. She understood if some people didn't want her to find this amazing and kind human being, who sat in front of her. She could only assume what those people thought of her and her reputation. That she would break Brittany. But they didn't know that that wasn't her intentions when it came to the blue eyed blonde that had blown her mind away completely.

"But lets not talk about me now. I have so much to ask you." Santana said, suddenly a lot more serious. It broke Brittany from her thoughts.

"Yeah, I know." Brittany replied. She had pretty much expected this topic to pop up sooner or later, but that didn't mean that she was prepared to answer a lot of questions.

They sat in silence for another moment. None of them touching their cakes or drinks. They only looked at each other, waiting for the other to start talk.

Brittany wasn't one hundred percent sure that she knew what exactly it was that Santana wanted to know, therefore, she didn't open her mouth first.

"Why did you tell me your name was Quinn?" Santana began her 'interview'. It was certainly a question that Brittany had expected.

"You know, some models change their names to become more 'attractive' in the industry. I didn't need that, because, you know. My name is like Britney Spears." Brittany said as she smiled widely.

"Britt. That doesn't answer my question." Santana reached over the table and poked Brittany on her stomach.

"Okay, okay." Brittany giggled before she got quiet for a moment.

"Briiiiiitt..."

"Saaaan... it's really embarrassing." Brittany flushed.

"I don't care, Britt!"

"Fine." Brittany said and pouted.

"Hey! Your pout wont work on me anymore! I have become immune!" Santana laughed in a 'moahaha'-kind of way.

"Immune? As if!" Brittany giggled.

"Continue with the story now." Santana could feel her heart swell as she looked at the giggling blonde in front of her, but she wanted her answers.

"Yeah, yeah. Okay, so..." Brittany began. "Do you believe in fate?"

"No." Santana quickly answered.

"Why?"

"I don't know. It's ridiculous. As if everything was planned out before it even happened. Like some things are meant to be? Nah, I don't think so."

"Well, I believe in fate." Brittany pouted again.

"Stop doing that!" Santana smiled at the pouting blonde.

"Stop doing what, Santana?" Brittany pretended as if she didn't know what Santana meant.

"Pouting!" Santana almost shouted, happy that they were almost alone in the garden, only an old couple sitting on the other side of the garden. "And batting your eyelashes!" she continued as she saw that the blonde was indeed, batting her eyelashes at her.

"Why? I thought you were immune!" Brittany burst out laughing.

"Whatever." Santana mumbled. "When are you going to answer my question?" She didn't really see this conversation going anywhere, she only felt that Britt was trying to change the subject by pouting.

"Now." Brittany took yet another deep breath. "When I gave you a fake name. I... I... I hoped that you would find me, one way or another. Because it would be fate if we met again. You know?" Brittany said honestly as she stared into Santana's eyes. "As if it was meant to be." She said barely audible. "And Quinn was the first name that popped up in my head when you asked about my name, since she's my roommate." Brittany shrugged and smiled.

"You're saying that you hoped that we would run into each other again?" Santana did her best to not smile like a fool as she saw Brittany nod. "You said you moved here when you got cast for the show." Santana continued after a short moment. "But what happened to your accent? I'm pretty sure you had one when we first met."

"You mean like this?" Brittany said in a Dutch accent before smiling widely.

"Holy shit! You sound like a different person!" Santana exclaimed. "I'm bilingual, but I don't sound like a total different person."

"I know, it's pretty cool. I'm multilingual." Brittany smiled.

"You're multilingual?" Santana said. She was beyond intrigued. She knew that Brittany didn't know how to read a watch, so that she was multilingual was actually quite surprising, not that she really doubted that Brittany was smart.

"Yep. Dutch, Afrikaans, English, German, Swedish, Norwegian and Danish. And a bunch of other accents and different national varieties." Brittany said proudly.

"So that's why? You speak a lot of languages so you just decided to have a Dutch accent when you were in Amsterdam? Because you're speaking with perfect New York dialect right now."

"I actually don't know why I did it. It just came out of me, I guess." Brittany smiled. "I got a dual citizenship and have lived a third of my whole life in The Netherlands, my whole family lives there." Brittany said sadly a few seconds later.

"Do you miss them?" Santana asked as she reached over to stroke Brittany's hand. Brittany moved her hand so her palm was facing upwards, so she could interlace her hand with Santana's.

"Yeah." Brittany took a deep breath and nodded. Santana didn't really know what it felt like to miss people like that. She loved her mother, but she didn't live too far away. After her parents divorce her mother moved to the Hampton's with her sister and her husband and two kids. She was always welcome to their home.

"Maybe you should go there for a visit soon?" Santana said as she kept stroking her thumb against Brittany's hand.

"For sure. When I can afford to go." Brittany said and Santana nodded. "Anyway. Continue with the questions?" The blonde smiled. She realized that she was more than happy to answer questions, because that meant that Santana would get to know her a little better.

"Yeah, of course." Santana took a moment to collect her questions. "Did you know that you would move to New York when we met?"

"It wasn't one hundred percent sure back then, I think. People were interested in having me and there had been a lot of talk about me being a part of the cast. I was there with Kurt and actually met Quinn there for the first time. She was actually the one who was the most interested in having me for the show. I'm surprised that you didn't see her."

"Oh. Yeah." Santana nodded. "Have you lived in New York before?" This question made the blonde blush.

"I… I know that I seemed really intrigued and curious when you told me that you lived in New York City… but yes. I have lived in New York before I moved here with Quinn.

"I knew it!" Santans shouted. The old couple turned their eyes towards her. "Sorry." she mumbled towards the couple and gave them an awkward wave.

"You knew it, huh?" Brittany said teasingly, not sure if she believed the Latina or not.

"Yeah… no… But you really look like someone that I recognized!" Santana said in her defense. Brittany started to giggle at the brunette's antics. It was clear as a day that Santana was the epitome of adorable, even though she'd probably pretend that she wasn't if she'd tell her. Brittany could only assume that this Santana was someone who not many people had seen before. The laid back, non-business like and kind, version of Santana Lopez.

For a few moments they just sat there, letting the calming music in the background infect their ears. It wasn't an uncomfortable silence between them. They still held each others hands on the table. None of them wanting to let go of the soft skin and heat radiating.

They drank their tea and coffee, taking small bites of their cakes. Not wanting the moment to pass. But both knew that it had to come to an end soon.

"This cake is delicious." Santana said, making Brittany break from her thoughts and start giggling instead. Santana looked ridiculous as she tried to speak with her mouth full of cake. "Want to try it?" she said hopefully as she looked at the blonde who sat in front of her.

"Sure."

"Wait." Santana quickly said as she saw that Brittany was reaching for her own spoon with her free hand. "I'll get a piece for you." she smiled as she put a big piece of carrot cake on her own spoon and reached her hand over the table to feed Brittany with it.

Brittany looked down at the cake that Santana offered. She smiled as she met Santana's gaze, right before she took the spoon and the cake into her mouth. She slowly chewed as she tasted the cake. She nodded in approval and smiled even wider at Santana who looked lost for words as she stared at the blonde. If someone had told Santana three months ago that she would feed someone, she would've called bullshit. But here she was. Feeding Brittany with her carrot cake.

"Wait." Santana smiled. "Here." she dropped the spoon on her plate and rubbed her thumb against the corner of Brittany's mouth where she had some white icing left. "There you go." she continued as she got the icing off of Brittany's face.

Brittany was speechless. Her heart was going crazy inside of her. This woman. Santana…

Before she knew what she was doing she leaned over the table and captured Santana's lips between hers.

The Latina was caught by surprise, but in a heartbeat she began to kiss back. It was the most sincere kiss Brittany had ever shared with someone. No tongues, just soft lips brushing and moving against each other. It was slow, but it was perfect.

Brittany raised from her chair, not letting her own lips leave Santana's. She moved over and repositioned herself on the chair next to the brunette so they could sit closer, no more table blocking between them. Both of them were leaning towards each other.

She let her right hand cup Santana's face as she stroked her cheek. She let her other hand fall onto Santana's lap. This time Santana interlaced their fingers. Brittany pushed her chair closer with her foot so her knees nudged Santana's. She breathed heavy through her nose. Not wanting to break the slow kissing. She leaned in even closer, her lips pressing harder against Santana's. Almost desperately she sucked on Santana's lower lip. She shut her already closed eyes even more tight and just inhaled Santana's smell and enjoyed the taste of her lips.

After a short while they slowly pulled away from each other. Both being out of breath and faces flushing.

"Sorry." Brittany mumbled as she moved away from Santana. Still holding hands. "I got carried away."

"I'm sorry too."

"That was amazing though." Brittany bit her lip and looked away shyly.

"Yeah. It was." Santana smiled.

They sat in silence again. Only holding hands and enjoying each other's company.

"Why did you leave that day after?" Santana asked, breaking the silence, only to cause more silence.

Santana stroked her thumb over Brittany's hand, waiting for a dreading answer. Maybe Brittany hadn't been interested back then...

"I was so afraid that you would throw me out when you'd wake up. I thought you wanted me to leave." Brittany mumbled. She tried to let go of Santana's hand, but the brunette held her grip firmly.

"Why would I throw you out?" Santana said in disbelief. She had had the best night of her life, why would she want her to leave? However, deep down she already knew the answer.

"Because that's what all your lovers always said when they went to the press about their adventures with you." Brittany met brown eyes. She didn't sound disgusted or anything, just… casual. Maybe everything in the magazines weren't true, but she did have a feeling that this might be one of the things that were in fact true. "That you either pushed them away or that you had already left when they woke up." Brittany felt Santana tighten her interlaced fingers as the brunette stopped stroking her thumb. She knew that she had hit a weak spot with her words.

"Ouch." Santana feigned hurt. She understood that Brittany left first, so the blonde wouldn't be the one to be left, if it would have come to that. "I guess you're right though. But Britt…"

"No, you don't need to explain yourself." Brittany took another sip of her tea, before it would get too cold to drink.

"No. But I want to. It was more than…" Santana began, unsure of what to say. "It… I… it was so different Brittany. It felt so different." She said almost desperately. She really wasn't sure what she was going to say. She didn't want to say too much if it'd scare away the blonde, again. That was the last thing she wanted to do.

"What do you mean?" Brittany raised an eyebrow before she turned her eyes away. She didn't want to get her hopes up. Santana had pretty much said what she too had felt, and still felt. She just didn't know what to expect.

"Never have I felt such connection with someone as I have with you. You're special to me. You make me, just… I don't even know how to explain it, Britt." she let go of Brittany's hand. Instead of holding the blonde's hand she moved her hand to cup Brittany's cheek. "Look at me." she whispered as Brittany slowly averted her eyes from strawberry her cake, so they once again looked at each other. When their eyes finally met, Santana continued to speak. "I mean it. You're special to me. You're not like ay of those women I've been with in the past. Because that's what they are. The past."

Brittany shut her eyes close as she let Santana's words sink in and the soft touch against her cheek continue to caress her. She pressed her cheek further against Santana's rubbing thumb as to savor the moment. She enjoyed the touch, more than anything. Even though she knew deep down that she shouldn't. Not yet. She wasn't done with Artie yet. She wanted to do this the right way, but she knew that Santana probably would become upset if she'd leave now. Especially since she had initiated the amazing kiss they had shared only minutes ago.

"You know I can't do this right now." Brittany croaked out. She could only hope that Santana would understand.

"Why?" Santana returned her hand that were caressing Brittany's cheek to her own lap.

"I… Artie." Brittany couldn't even look into Santana's eyes as she spoke. In the corner of her eyes she saw Santana cringe as she said his name.

"You know what Brittany." Santana began, reaching forward to hold Brittany's hand again. "I'll wait for you. If you tell me you want to give this a shot." Santana pointed between them with her free hand.

"Yes, Santana. I want this." Brittany nodded feverishly. Which to Santana was an acceptable answer.

"Just let me know when you're ready to leave him." she moved their interlaced hands up to her face so she could kiss Brittany's knuckles.

Brittany let out a breath she didn't even know she had held. It was like a huge weight lifting from her chest. Not only did she know that Santana would wait for her. It was way to early to know where exactly all this would lead, but she finally knew that Santana was interested in her, and hopefully Santana knew that she was interested too.
Her heart and mind was racing with thoughts. Just to get the assurance that Santana would be there for her, until she would be ready... It was too much to handle. Tears began to blur her vision.

"Don't cry." Santana whispered as Brittany leaned forward and wrapped her arms around the smaller woman, Santana immediately responding by hugging her back.

"It's happy tears." Brittany whispered back as she held Santana as close as she possibly could. "Thank you."

"I…" Santana didn't even know what it was that she was trying to say. Everything had become so emotional, there was so much emotion behind their embrace. "Please, don't let me wait too long." She whispered as she pecked Brittany's cheek before letting go of the blonde.

Brittany felt like a big baby for crying in public. Even more when Santana helped her wipe the tears away. She was glad that she hadn't decided upon some heavy makeup before she left the apartment. She didn't want mascara all over her face.

She currently felt a mix of excitement and anxiety. She knew that Santana would wait for her, but at the same time she knew that she had to break someone. She already knew who. She had already decided it would be him. When it would come to Santana and Artie. It would always be him. It would always be him that she would leave.

Brittany leaned in for another reassuring hug and Santana began stroking her blonde locks as they held each other close.

"Brittany? Santana?" The both women let go of each other faster than you could say 'hi', and shuffled away so there at least was a little space between them. Both of them recognized that voice. Great. Caught.


A/N: UH-OH! OH NO! Who would this beeeee?