The day went by slowly, as every school day did. But the day was full of mid-term prep, like the rest of the week would be. Class by class, every senior was falling asleep. Santana noticed Brittany seemed more dazed and distracted than normal. And she had an idea of what was on her girlfriends mind.

Taking advantage of them having lunch period alone, because Quinn was at her god squad meeting, Santana took Brittany to sit in the bleachers while they ate. It wasn't unusual for the pair to go off alone to eat, no matter what any of their friends were doing. Trying to gauge how Brittany was feeling, Santana decided to try something out.

"Who knew mid term prep would be so boring?" Santana looked to Brittany.

"It's school," Brittany shrugged.

"True. How you finding it B?"

"Probably gonna fail..."

'Right, she'd not nervous about that. She seems... Complacent. She's not stupid. I'll make sure she doesn't fail.'

"No you wont," Santana replied, shaking her head.

Brittany turned to face Santana, "How do you know?" she sighed.

"I'm gonna help you," Santana stated, matter-of-factly.

Brittany let out a small smile, "Thanks."

'Now..' Santana thought. "You don't have to be nervous you know."

"I'm not now, you're gonna help me pass mid-terms. You just said so."

"I mean about talking to Mike later..."

"Oh, I'm not," Brittany shook her head, and then looked away. 'Liar liar liar. Just tell her. Tell San you still want to do it, but that you're just nervous about doing it too..' Feeling Santana watching her, Brittany looked back to her girlfriend, "I still want to," she started quietly, "I'm just a bit..." Brittany's gaze dropped into her own lap. Santana reached out, gently squeezing Brittany's hand, "It's okay, you're allowed to be nervous. And remember, if you don't feel like you want to, or it doesn't feel right, don't say it yet. Coz it's a pretty big step." Brittany mumbled a small thankyou, and squeezed Santana's hand back. "Love you B." "Love you too S," Brittany replied as she looked back up, and small smile on her face.

The rest of the day dragged on, with more mid-term prep. Then, after school, Brittany headed to Santana's before her dance class. (The studios were closer to Santana's house.) The pair chilled in Santana's bedroom as Brittany got changed into her dance wear; a loose fitted singlet, three quarter length tracksuit pants, and her lucky trainers. Naturally, Santana couldn't keep her eyes off of Brittany's toned body as the spoke.

"How's the routines going?" Santana enquired. "Good," Brittany replied, turning her head to smile at Santana, "You watching me change?" she giggled. Santana promptly nodded her head. Brittany turned around fully, pulling up her pants, "Perve!" Santana merely shrugged her shoulders. "But it's okay," Brittany said as she walked over and sat in Santana's lap. "Good, because I plan on doing that forever," Santana winked. "That's totally okay with me," smirked Brittany, as she pressed a kiss to Santana's lips.

It came time for Brittany to leave, so she could head to the dance studios. "Remember," Santana said, putting her hands on Brittany's shoulders, "Just say what feels right okay?" Brittany stared back into Santana's eyes, "I will," she nodded, before leaning in for a goodbye kiss, "Bye." "Bye beautiful," Santana replied as she opened the door. Brittany walked outside, and as she hit the footpath, she turned to see Santana still at the door, watching. Brittany giggled a little, and waved, then started walking down the street. Santana didn't go inside until Brittany was out of her sight.

If truth be told, Santana was as nervous as Brittany was. Sure, she wanted to tell at least someone that wasn't their parents, but it was still terrifying. The fear of rejection came back. But then the feeling of wanting to run after Brittany came through stronger. Santana wanted to be there in case the worst happened. But she also knew that this one, Brittany needed to do on her own. Mike was like Brittany's brother, and best guy friend, all rolled into one. They'd been taking dance classes together since they were little, and been best friends for just as long. And they had their own thing. And Santana thought that it was great, that someone else 'got' Brittany, and understood how Brittany's mind worked. With that thought, Santana's mind was eased a little, as she went to start on some homework.

Brittany walked into the studio, put her bag to the side, and began stretching. The thoughts of what she was going to be doing later in the evening were still in the back of Brittany's mind. And that's where she wanted them to stay for now, so she could concentrate on the class. Brittany was still stretching when Mike walked in, and started stretching beside her. "Hey Britt." Turning her head, Brittany smiled, "Hey Mike, ready for class?" "Yeah," he chuckled, "Gonna be insane though, with performance coming up!" Brittany rolled her eyes, "I know! Hey you still cool to stay after to work on Glee stuff yeah?" Mike nodded, "Yup." Brittany smiled as the pair stood up, ready to tackle their class.

"Still alive after that?" Mike chuckled as he wiped the back of his neck. "Nope!" Brittany laughed, laying on the floor like a starfish. Mike walked over to Brittany, and playfully kicked her side, "Come on, I need you to be alive, this routine won't choreograph itself!" Mike laughed. Being a little overdramatic, Brittany sighed and held her arms up. Mike shook his head, still laughing, and pulled Brittany to her feet.

As they worked on the routine, Mike noticed Brittany seemed a bit quieter, and in her own world more than she usually was. It was just the little things he noticed, that everyone (but Santana, of course) wouldn't pick up on. The conflict behind her eyes. The way she kept putting her hands on her hips when a move wasn't going right. The amount of drink breaks she took. But mostly, the way she kept trying to avoid eye contact. After the routine was all worked out, Brittany and Mike sat down, resting before heading home. And again, Mike could see and feel the awkwardness around Brittany. And she was fidgeting. 'Like she has a secret,' he thought.

Mike was snapped out of his thoughts, "Hmm, sorry Britt?" He hadn't quite heard what Brittany was saying. "Can I talk to you about something? Like, well, tell you something really..." Mike noticed then how small Brittany's voice was, so he moved closer to her, "You know you can talk to me about anything." "I know," Brittany nodded, "I'm just nervous, coz this is big, what I want to tell you. I almost don't know how to say it..." Mike pulled Brittany into a hug, and she hugged him back, her head on his shoulder. "Say it however you want to say it. I'll listen. Take your time," Mike said, kissing the top of Brittany's head. He could feel that Brittany was nervous about what it was she wanted to say. "Take your time, I won't go anywhere."

And true to his word, Mike didn't move and inch. He held Brittany in the same hug position, and didn't move. Brittany thought for a while about how she was going to say it, and even when she did say it, Brittany was flying on the edge of her seat as such, and spoke without a real plan for her words.

"So this... Umm... I've had this secret for a while now... And when I tell you, you have to keep it a secret. Promise?" Brittany looked back up into Mike's eyes, who responded with sincerity, "Of course." Brittany sat up, releasing herself from the hug, and crossed her legs, facing Mike. "Thanks," she smiled, "So... I'm... I'm in love, Mike." A small smile tugged at the corner of Mike's mouth, "That's amazing Britt. But wouldn't you, and the lucky one, want to share that? Being in love, people would embrace that, and be happy for you both." "We're scared of the reactions, and looks and stuff. Like, not everyone will be nice about it... It's why we haven't told anyone but our parents." Mike had never seen Brittany so... Conflicted. He could see her heart and her head fighting each other, but he didn't know why. "Britt," Mike started as he held her hands, "Tell me why you think some people would be mean, and not embrace this with you?" Brittany sighed, "Because they wouldn't understand..." "Understand what?" "That me and Santana really are in love and we're not just messing around..."

The silence that followed, it was short. Mike watched as just a couple of silent tears fell from Brittany's face, and thought about what Brittany had just confided in him. He could see why she, and Santana, were afraid. He remembered what had happened to Kurt, when his sexuality was made public knowledge. And he could see how people would possibly think that Santana was manipulating Brittany. But he knew Brittany, and knew it wasn't the case. He could see by how she was acting at the very moment, that this was real. Mike heard the sincerity in her voice. And if he was honest, Mike was happy that Brittany had Santana on such a deep level. Santana may be a bitch, sure. But she was also fiercely loyal. Everyone knew that Brittany wasn't the most booksmart girl. But what only a few people knew was, that with the deeper matters, she was a genius.

"I'm so happy for you both, I really am," Mike genuinely said as he let go of Brittany's hands, to wipe away the stray tears from her face. Brittany looked up, and smiled. "And when you're both ready, and you tell the world, I'll be there, ready to take down any haters." "You're the best, thanks," Brittany leaned forward and hugged Mike. "So it's just me and your parents that know?" Mike asked. Brittany nodded, "Yeah, San's parents were cool. Mummy couldn't be happier..." Brittany's voice got quieter, "But daddy..." "What happened?"

"Remember how I had a sore wrist, and a cut on my face?" Mike started to piece the words together, "You didn't hurt yourself, did you? He did?" Mike's heart broke for Brittany. He knew how much she loved her father. "Yeah. I chose Santana obviously. And I could tell he didn't like how I did it..." Mike was curious, "How did you tell him Britt?" "Walked straight over to San and gave her the biggest kiss I could." Mike couldn't help but laugh along with Brittany. It was such a her thing to do. And he was happy she could still laugh and smile after that.

Before they left, Brittany and Mike went over the Glee routine a couple more times. As they were grabbing their bags to leave, Brittany walked over to Mike and hugged him. "Thanks for, y'know, listening and stuff." Mike dropped his bag, and hugged Brittany back, "Anytime Britt, really. I really feel kinda... Special and honoured that you've shared this with me." "It's coz you are special silly! You're like my big brother!" Brittany giggled.

The pair walked out of the studios, arms linked, laughing away. Brittany felt that bit more at ease now Mike knew about her and Santana. Brittany now had someone she could talk to, about the relationship. And Mike didn't mind listening. He was hearing about a side of Santana that only Brittany got to see. The side of Santana that made Brittany fall in love with her. Brittany was describing this all with such love and happiness, that it made Mike smile, both on the inside, and outside. "See you tomorrow!" Mike called out to Brittany as he got into his car. "Yup, see ya!" Brittany called back as he drove off.

When Brittany got home, she jumped straight in the shower. As she stood under the jets, Brittany thought about the day, and how it went. 'Why was I so nervous? Mikey was totally cool I can't wait to tell Sanny. She'll be so happy that it went so well too. We've still got Quinn to tell. I think she'll be cool, like Mikey was. But I'm still nervous about it. We've known Quinn for ages. And me, her and Sanny are bestest friends. The Unholy Trinity, as Sanny likes to say. Well, no matter what happens, I'll still have the best girlfriend ever.'

Santana hadn't been thinking about it, much, once Brittany had left. Sure, it was definitely on her mind. But she'd managed to stay distracted, for the most part. But when she had run out of things to do, Santana thought about it some more. It was late in the evening, and Santana knew, even with staying back to work on Glee and talk to Mike, Brittany should be home. 'I hope everything is okay. I know how much Britt cares about Mike, and how shattered she would be if he didn't take it well. I don't know if I should call her and see. I guess Britt will say something when she's ready.' Even though Santana hated the suspense, she didn't call Brittany, and set off to search for something else to do.

After her shower, Brittany got changed into some pyjamas, and flopped down on her bed. Lord Tubbington saw Brittany laying there, and decided her legs were the perfect spot to curl up. Brittany rolled her eyes and laughed as she reached for her phone, and dialled Santana's number. As the phone rang, Brittany's heart began to beat faster.

Santana had said goodnight to her parents, and headed up to her room to change. 'Britts will call when she's ready. Or tell me tomorrow. Don't beat yourself up about it Lopez. But I just wish she would call me. I don't like not knowing...' Santana settled under the covers, book in hand ready to read when she heard her phone ring. Santana's face erupted into a smile once her eyes saw Brittany's name and photo pop up. Although she was still dead nervous about the outcome of he talk with Mike, Santana was just happy to be able to hear Brittany speak.

"Hey you," Santana answered as she sat up.

"Sanny it went so well!" Brittany blurted out.

Santana felt her heart swell a little. Besides the fact, from Brittany's few words so far, Santana just knew the talk had gone well. Plus the tone of Brittany's voice also indicated this. "Really B?"

Brittany, even though Santana couldn't see, nodded her head, "Yup! He said it was great. And that he'd be there for us when we wanna tell everyone!"

"That's so good baby!" Santana exclaimed, "I know how nervous you were because Mike's like your brother."

"I don't know why I was so nervous," Brittany giggled, "And Mikey also said he'd help take down any haters that try to be mean to us when we tell everyone!"

Santana couldn't help but chuckle a little, "Sweet as," she said, "Definitely been a good night then."

"Yeah," Brittany said, trying to stifle a yawn. But Santana heard it, "You tired Britt Britt?" she asked.

"A little," Brittany replied.

"Go to bed silly!"

"But I wanna talk to you!" Brittany protested, yawning again.

"How about this, we both go to sleep now, and I'll come over early in the morning, so we can have some time before school. Sound good?"

"Yes!" replied Brittany at Santana's proposition.

Santana smiled, "Awesome, So I'll see you in the morning gorgeous!"

Brittany couldn't stop the yawns, "Y-yep. Na-night Sa-San."

"Night B. Love you."

"Love you too S." Brittany replied.

Santana hung up the phone, and rested back on her pillows, the book she was going to read, forgotten for the night on the bed side. Turning off her lamp, Santana snuggled under the covers, smiling that Brittany's talk with Mike had gone so well.

Once Santana had hung up, Brittany put her phone on charge, and got up to turn her light off. She hopped back on her bed, and got herself comfortable around Lord Tubbington, who was fast asleep. And as soon as her head hit the pillow, Brittany was asleep.

The next morning, Santana got up extra early. She knew no matter how many alarms Brittany set, the blonde wouldn't get up early. Plus, she wanted to hit their favourite bakery, and pick up blueberry muffins for breakfast. Santana smiled as Brianna answered the door, "Britt's still asleep," she said as Santana stepped inside. "I know," Santana laughed, "I said to her on the phone last night I'd come over before school. But you know how Britt is, takes and army to get her up early!" "It's true," Brianna chuckled, "Go on up Santana." "Thanks," Santana replied before she headed upstairs.

And sure enough, Brittany was asleep. "Beautiful," Santana whispered as she watched Brittany sleep, her golden hair freely flowing everywhere, the peaceful look on her face, the way her body was curled up. Santana tip-toed over to the bed, and knelt down, brushing away the golden locks that had fallen over part of Brittany's face. Letting her hand rest on the still slumbering blondes shoulder, Santana leaned forward, and pressed a soft kiss on Brittany's cheek. Stirring a little, Brittany's eyes opened just a little, and she squinted at Santana. "Morning beautiful," Santana smiled.

Brittany sat up, rubbing her eyes, and yawned, "San-Sanny. I'm sorry I didn't wake up bef-before you came..." Santana stood up, and sat in front of Brittany on the bed, "It's okay B. Anyway," Santana leaned over the side of the bed, picking up the bag holding the muffins, "Look what I brought." Brittany clapped a little, "Muffins? Did you get blueberry?" "Of course," Santana replied, offering one to Brittany.

"I'm so glad it went well last night," Santana said as the pair finished their muffins, "I was a bit worried for you..." Brittany climbed into Santana's lap, "You were worried?" "Yeah," Santana nodded, resting her arms on Brittany's shoulders, "I was worried because Mike's like your brother, and I didn't want you to lose that..." Brittany smiled, "You're too beautiful. Life, it was pretty good. You make it great." Santana rolled her eyes, "Cheesy!" "But it's true," shrugged Brittany, "You know, you kinda gave me the confidence to tell Mike. Even if you can't see how, you did." "Glad I can do something right," Santana said as she pressed her lips against Brittany's. "It's not the only thing you can do right," Brittany smirked, returning the kiss.

The day at school was long and boring, as it always was. After the final bell, Brittany and Santana met Quinn by her locker. "Ready to have fun Q?" Santana giggled. "Of course," Quinn replied, "The Unholy Trinity knows how to have fun," she winked. "It's so true," Brittany beamed as she linked arms with Santana and Quinn and walked out the door.

Once the girls were back at Santana's, they changed out of their Cheerios uniforms. "As much as I love this uniform, it's so nice to get out of it too," Quinn commented as she packed hers away. "Definitely," Brittany piped up. "I know what you mean," said Santana, "Plus, it was a little cold today. Wanna sit by the fire? I still feel like my tits are gonna drop off!" All three girls cracked up laughing as they headed into the family room to sit by the fire.

"Pizza was totally the way to go," Brittany said as she picked up a slice. "We had to B. Pizza by the fire at San's is like a tradition," Quinn replied. "It's true," smiled Santana, "You can't break tradition!" All three girls giggled as they kept eating the pizza.

The pizza was gone, and the Unholy Trinity sat by the fire, gossiping away like they always did. Santana was getting a little edgy and nervous, and Brittany picked up on it, and kept her eye on Santana. "Be right back girls," Quinn said as she left for the bathroom. "You okay S?" asked Brittany. "Yeah, I'm okay. Just nervous I guess. Q is our best, so I just... Yeah." Brittany smiled, and held her hand, "I know. And whenever you're ready to talk, I'll be there to help." Squeezing Brittany's hand, Santana smiled, "When Q gets back, we'll do it?" Brittany nodded. "Love you B." "Love you too S."

While the few minutes that Quinn was gone passed, Brittany and Santana mostly talked about cheerleading. "I swear, if coach makes us do that so called master sue-perific routine one more time, I'm out!" Quinn commented as she walked back into the room. Brittany laughed, nodding her head. "As if Fabray! You love the cheer status too much!" Santana rolled her eyes. "Too true. High school would be hell without Cheerios status!" chuckled Quinn. "You said it!" replied Santana. While Quinn pulled her hair back, Santana's eyes darted around, all nervous until they found shining blue. And Brittany knew what those nervous deep hazel eyes were asking. She smiled, her eyes staring back into Santana's. It was only a split second glance, but it helped calm Santana's nerves enough for her to speak.

"Hey Q," Santana started, interrupting Quinn talking about something that she hadn't been paying attention too, "We need to talk to you about something." Santana had spoken the last part quickly, and Quinn didn't hear her say the first word, "Sure S, what's up?" "I... Umm... Before I go on, you have to promise me that you'll keep this a secret? Please?" Quinn was stunned by Santana's nerves and pleading nature. Nodding her head, Quinn replied, "Of course. I promise I wont say a word." Santana heard nothing, and saw nothing, but honesty and sincerity coming from Quinn. "Thanks," she said, "Sooo, umm, I guess I'll just come out and say it... I'm in love Q."

Quinn watched on as Santana's face adorned a half smile. She could see that Santana had finished, and had more to say. She waited for Santana to speak again. Though the rush of thoughts flying around Santana's head prevented her from talking. Brittany already knew that Santana was dead nervous about telling Quinn. And that Santana wasn't one for talking about the deeper things, like her feelings. And she saw the nerves really coming through. 'It's alright S, I'll finish this for you, like I said I would help..' Shuffling over to Santana's side, Brittany gently kissed Santana's cheek, and held her hand. Santana rested her head on Brittany's shoulder, "Thank you," she whispered against the skin her face met. "So am I Q. I'm in love. With Santana."

Even though it was now out in the open as such, Santana was still beyond nervous. As much as she had wanted to tell Quinn, the nerves seeped through, and almost poured out in a flood. The silence that followed Brittany's words wasn't awkward at all. But it was full of understanding.

'Here's me thinking that Santana was almost incapable of those feelings.. Like, she has such a wall up I didn't think anyone could break through. I didn't really see this coming, like the nerves she had. I can totally see why they want to keep it a secret, they're probably scared of what happened to Kurt happening to them. And I don't blame them. To be honest, I kind of wondered if there was something going on with them for a while now... But I didn't say anything coz I thought they were just really close... Brittany has been the only one that has broken through the hard and steely exterior Santana has up. I always thought both of them had some growing up to do... I was so wrong. I missed what was right before my eyes.'

Without a word, Quinn moved over beside Santana, and hugged both her and Brittany, holding them, "If anyone tries hurting either of you ever when you tell everyone, they'll have me to answer too. I'm so so happy for you both, I really am." Brittany's arms had snaked around so she was hugging both Santana and Quinn. "You're okay with this?" asked Santana. "More than okay, not that it really matters. Now that I think about it though, I wondered if you two had something going on for a while now..." Santana lifted her head, and rolled her eyes, "Smartass. But thank you. I know... I battled with it with for ages. But I couldn't deny it. Especially when Britt Britt said how she felt, and asked me out..." "Way to go Bumblebee! You got in there girlfriiiiiiend!" Quinn seemingly was attempting to be black, but it didn't work. All three girls giggled, "You're too white to say it like that!" Brittany said. "Mmm, damn Q! Plus, hands off! Britts is my girlfriend!" Santana giggled.

"Hey, can I ask you both a question?" Quinn asked as all three girls were getting into their sleeping bags. They were sleeping in front of the fireplace, like they always would when they stayed at Santana's. "No. I won't make out with you!" Santana said. Quinn rolled her eyes, and Brittany playfully slapped Santana's arm, "Sanny! Sure Quinn, what was it?" "When did you both, like, know and realise you were in love?" Santana sat up, and smiled.

They loved each other. Not that anyone knew about it. But they knew they loved each other. A lot. What neither of them had realised yet, was that they were in love.

It had been cold. And icy. Santana had slipped on the ice outside, walking back to Brittany's. "Sit down San! Rest! I'll go get you a drink, and an ice pack..." Brittany bustled out of the room, and Santana rested back against the couch. 'Fuck I'm so sore. So much for practicing this routine with Britts. But I can watch her at least.'"Here's the ice pack, put it on your ankle and I'll be back again with your hot drink!" Brittany again left the room, leaving Santana to set the ice pack on her ankle.

'God she's so cute, looking after me. I'm so in love with her...' Santana's thoughts shocked her. 'I just... Am I? Do I? That's stupid... Of course I'm in love with Brittany. How could I not be? How did I not realise it yet? I'm in love with my best friend. My soulmate. I'm in love with Brittany.'

"How is it feeling?" Brittany asked as she sat beside Santana, mugs in hand. "Hurts like a bitch... Thank you," Santana replied as she took one of the mugs. Brittany pouted, "Now we can't practice!" "But you can. And I can watch you," Santana winked. Brittany shook her head, giggling, "Make sure you actually pay attention!"

After practising for about an hour, Brittany took a break. "Can I get you anything?" she asked Santana as she fixed up the ice pack on her girlfriends ankle. "Ohh Britts, I'm not a cripple silly! I can get stuff ya know!" Brittany smiled, "I know. But when you're in love with someone you always look after them and make sure they're okay. Even if they're a tough and sexy badass." 'She's in love with me too.' Santana's heart exploded as she beamed, "Come here," she opened up her arms, and Brittany melted into the embrace, "You're in love with me?"

"I am. I'm in love with you because you're so amazing, and have a heart of gold. You're tough on the outside, but soft and cuddly on the inside. You look after me and protect me. You always listen to what I say, and you don't roll your eyes and call me stupid. Plus, you're so totally hot!" "Can I ask you something else?" Brittany nodded. "When did you know? Like when did you realise?"

"I realised when I was in hospital, when I got my appendix out. When we didn't know what was wrong at first, you stayed by my side and didn't leave. You wouldn't leave. And the thought popped into my mind. I think... I think I've always been in love with you. I just didn't realise it until then..." Santana kissed Brittany's cheek, "You're too perfect." Brittany smiled. "That's part of the reason I'm in love with you too. You always know the most perfect things to say, and how to say them. You can make me smile. You can clam me down when I'm angry. You look after me in more ways than you know. And you're the most stunning person ever. I just feel like an idiot for only just realising it now.. For taking so long to realise..."

"Don't feel like an idiot, because you're not. I don't care when you realised it. It doesn't change a thing." "But baby.. I only realised today, like I just said though..." Santana said quietly. "So?" Brittany shrugged, "I just said that I don't care about when." "You really are an angel," Santana smiled. Brittany kissed Santana's cheek, "Takes one to know one."

"That's really sweet," Quinn said, "I mean it, I am so happy for you both." "Thanks Q," Brittany replied, attempting to hide her yawns. "It means heaps that you're cool. I know I was pretty much shitting it. But this one," Santana gently nudged Brittany, who had fallen asleep, head on Santana's shoulder, "She's my rock." "I can see that. And you're hers. Plus you really get her like no one else does." Santana shrugged, making sure she didn't wake up Brittany, "I can't explain it. I just get her. She's a genius." Santana looked at her girlfriends head on her shoulder, tucking some of Brittany's hair behind her ear, "And I'm gonna join her in sleep. I'm kinda tired.." Santana softly laughed, "Sorry!" "It's fine, don't worry. We should sleep. Early Cheerios practice and all.." Quinn replied. "Night Q." "Night S."

Santana fell asleep easily that night. The weight and nervousness of telling Quinn about her and Brittany, was gone. She felt more at ease. Sure, there was still everyone else to tell. But that was going to come with time. But for now, Santana couldn't ask for any more in her life.

A/N: FINALLY. I updated. Long story short, Life got in the way. I went on holidays for 3 weeks overseas. Then when I got back, I worked quite a bit. so I didn't get a chance to finish the chapter as quickly as I want to. Then I also got writers block. Sort of. I knew what I wanted to write, I just didn't know how to write it. I think it was coz I was dead tired from work. BUT I FINALLY GOT IT DONE. So I hope this chapter is alright guys and girls :)

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