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Now this chapter has been difficult to write. I've actually re-written it over and over and over again but I can't seem to feel satisfied with it. I do hope that you'll enjoy reading it though and will review. I promise that this chapter is lighter than the other two chapter's lol. Xx

Summary: When moody, guarded Santana Lopez meets perky blind girl Brittany Pierce, she is forced to learn that seeing and loving are the same thing! You just have to open your eyes to a world of possibilities.

Disclaimer: I own no rights to glee whatsoever.

Chapter 11 – The Make Up

It was 10:15pm and Santana was more than ready to get home and collapse into the comfort of her big bed. She'd had quite an exhausting day which had started off with a wicked hangover and an entire class of uninterested teenagers. It had been made worse throughout the lunch period when she had half-listened to Rachel describe her encounter with Finn in the auditorium. Apparently it had been the most romantic moment of the diva's life but from what Santana had taken in, the pair had merely spent five minutes of their wasted time talking. After school the Latina had visited Mercedes who wanted an opinion on the new dress she'd bought. She'd only intended on staying for half an hour or two but one cup of coffee had turned to another and before she knew better, she'd spent hours with her friend, enjoying her company.

Now sitting in the solitude of her car, Santana could relax. Her thoughts wandered to the bowl of soup she planned to fix herself when she got home. It was a bitter night and the hot meal would send her off to sleep better, not to mention ease the twisting of her broken heart.

The streets of Lima were empty which was unusual for a Tuesday night. The air was cold, for the temperature had dropped as the light had died away to the evening. A half moon beamed brightly in the heavens, casting a pearly sheen to the cobbles below. The world, completely soulless, was unsettling to the gaze of anyone who may have been venturing a glance outside their window that night. The furious pitter patter of raindrops ran against the windows of the buildings. They fell in such a way as to indicate that the storm that raged overhead was to grow more violent as time ticked on.

Still musing about what flavour soup she wanted, Santana almost missed the young woman just up ahead, walking slowly in the rain. She couldn't understand why anyone would want to be out in such weather for it was absolutely torrential. It was only as she got closer to the figure that she recognised the blonde hair, soaked through, and the white cane that tapped just ahead of each step.

Pulling up, Santana got out of the car. The wind screamed in her ears and the rain splashed down on her viciously, soaking her in an instant, "Brittany!" She called but her voice was taken away by the storm, never reaching the other woman's ears.

Santana tucked one of her hands into her pocket and darted over to Brittany, grabbing her arm and pulling her around so they were face to face. She couldn't hear Brittany's cry of surprise but she registered it in her face and saw how her lips formed the whimper that escaped them.

Taking Brittany's hand, Santana pulled it up to her face. She felt the familiar fingers on her wet skin, dancing quickly over her features to see who she was. Santana knew that Brittany realised it was her when the blonde smiled softly in relief and relaxed in her hold. Silently, she hooked their pinky fingers together and began to pull her over to the car. She helped Brittany into the passenger seat before hurrying around to her own. She felt the warmth encase her as she hopped inside, shutting the door behind her with a resolute clunk!

"What the hell are you doing out in weather like this?" Santana scolded.

Brittany was silent. She sat with her hands in her lap, unfocused eyes staring ahead.

"Brittany, 'Santana said, irritated, "answer me!"

"Please don't shout at me San, 'Brittany sniffled, shaking her head, "I don't think I could take another person shouting at me."

Looking closer, the brunette could see that Brittany had been crying for her eyes were puffy and blood-shot. She didn't like this notion. A truly sad Brittany was unnatural. It was like seeing a mouse chase a cat. Impossible and wrong.

"Hey, 'Santana crooned. She leant forward and took one of Brittany's hands in her own, forgetting their argument and forgetting their kiss, "calm down. I wasn't shouting, I was just concerned."

"Really?" Brittany whimpered.

"Yes, 'Santana said, "I just want to know why you would even think to be out in this kind of weather, and at this time of night as well."

Brittany shrugged, "I don't know, 'the young woman turned to face the Latina, biting down hard on her bottom lip nervously, "I thought you weren't talking to me."

Thinking that Brittany was absolutely adorable when she looked at her in such a way, Santana squeezed their joined hands together, shaking her head, "of course I'm talking to you. Even the best of friends argue. We're no different."

Brittany nodded; appearing fairly relieved with the answer she was given.

"So why are you out at this time of night?" Santana asked. She was sure to soften her tone this time, to show Brittany that she wasn't mad at her, though in truth her thoughts were running wild with panic. What if some thug had seen Brittany out alone and had attacked her? Anything could've happened. She could've been raped! Murdered! Mugged again!

"I had another disagreement with my mother." Brittany said. It seemed as though she was always having some sort of conflict with Mrs Pierce.

"Over what?"

"It doesn't matter." Brittany muttered, shaking her head.

They sat in the quiet for a while. Santana wasn't sure what she could say or do to comfort Brittany so instead she reached for the ignition and started the car, too cold and wet to just sit and do nothing. Brittany flinched at the sound of the car roaring to life.

"Where are we going?" Brittany asked timidly.

"I'm taking you home." Santana answered.

"Oh please don't, 'Brittany pleaded, surprising the Latina, "I couldn't stomach being around my mother right now."

"Well what do you expect me to do? 'Santana said, "just take you home with me."

"Yes." Brittany said firmly, she reached across the car and brought her hand to Santana's knee, her fingers pressing down hard on the wet material of her jeans.

Santana swallowed, feeling somewhat aroused and she wondered whether Brittany was doing this on purpose, because she knew how Santana felt after their kiss, "not until you tell me why you were arguing with your mother." She said to the blonde.

Brittany sighed, pulling away, "it was over my stupid job. I'm still set on quitting but she thinks I'll be making a huge mistake if I do."

"And what do you want?" Santana asked.

"I want to be rid of Sheets and Things, 'Brittany told her, "I'm sick of working there."

Satisfied with the blondes answer, Santana said softly, "you can come how with me but on one condition."

"Anything."

"You'll go to Sheets and Things tomorrow morning and resign." She answered.

Brittany looked across at her like she were crazy but she smiled and nodded all the same, "deal." She said. It was all Santana needed to hear.

...GLEE.

The chicken soup smelt divine. Santana stood over the oven, stirring the creamy contents and musing quietly to herself as she waited for Brittany to get out of the shower.

Their arrival in the apartment had been an awkward one, with mutters and few words to share and after leading Brittany upstairs, Santana had given the blonde a spare pair of pyjama's to wear and a towel to dry off with. Whilst Brittany showered upstairs, Santana had used her extra bathroom downstairs to soak the cold out of her own body. Now all she wanted was a big bowl of soup to warm herself up.

She hated feeling like such a teenager! She didn't know what she was going to say to Brittany when she came back downstairs. They were kind of talking again but things were still just that little bit awkward between them. Santana wanted to try and apologise to her again for missing the dance class and she wanted Brittany to learn of why she hadn't turned up in the first place, but she was frightened of the dismissal that had followed the first two attempted apologies.

Another worry that was plaguing the Latina was their kiss. Brittany had downright rejected her! Somewhere in the depths of her heart Santana knew that Brittany had wanted the kiss just as much as she had. Was it her fear of being branded as gay? Was she not attracted to Santana? If that was the case why did she respond? Why did she kiss the Latina back if she hadn't enjoyed it?

Santana was pulled out of her thoughts by the spitting of the soup, beginning to overheat in its saucepan. Bringing it away from the stove, Santana switched the oven off and poured the contents into two bowls. She was about to call Brittany when the blonde walked through the doorway of the kitchen, as though she had just magically popped out of nowhere. She looked wonderfully refreshed and the brunette admitted to herself with envy and desire that the pyjama's Brittany wore looked much better on her than they ever had Santana.

"How did you get downstairs?" Santana asked. It would've been common sense to allow Brittany to shower downstairs but at the time, when her mind was running away with her, Santana had simply not considered it.

Brittany grinned, "I sat down at the top of the stairs and kind of slid down each step. I used to do it when I was a little girl."

"I would've helped you down if you'd called." Santana said.

"I'm fine, 'Brittany laughed, she felt around for the table and when she found it she sat herself down in the nearest chair, "something smells good."

"Chicken soup, 'Santana said, setting Brittany's bowl down in front of her, "eat up before it gets cold." She handed the blonde a spoon.

"Thanks for this Santana, 'Brittany said, "I'm really grateful."

"Well as long as you keep your end of the bargain and resign from Sheets and Things tomorrow, 'Santana said abruptly, "I'm okay with you being here."

Brittany set her spoon down on the table, looking downhearted, "I can leave if you want. I can tell I'm being a burden."

"Oh stop feeling so sorry for yourself Brittany! 'Santana snapped, "you're putting words in my mouth."

Brittany flushed pink, clearly embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, 'Santana said, "I shouldn't have said that. It's just...you're so quick to assume I don't want you here with me."

"It's me who should be sorry." Brittany said, surprising her companion.

"Why?"

"Hallie told me why you didn't come to my dance class. 'Brittany whispered, "right after you left she came into my room to check on me. She told me about Puck and Quinn and what you did for them. It was incredibly loyal."

Santana shook her head, refusing to even look at the blonde, "it wasn't loyal. It was just something I had to do."

"Yes but it was something I was proud of, 'Brittany turned in her seat and took hold of Santana's hand, "I knew you were a good person Santana but I didn't know you were that kind. To save Quinn and Puck's marriage was way more important that my silly class and I see that now."

"It wasn't more important, 'Santana said, "I just lost track of time. I really did want to make it to the class."

"Will you come next week?" Brittany asked meekly.

"Yes." Santana answered with a nod.

This seemed to cheer Brittany up. She flashed Santana a bright toothy grin and said, "so does that mean we're friends again?"

Santana chuckled, "we've always been friends. That'll never change."

...GLEE.

Later that night after dinner and some television Santana and Brittany retired upstairs to sleep.

Santana was sitting up in bed, reading, while she waited for Brittany to come out of the bathroom. The blonde was talking to her mother on the phone, telling her that she was visiting with her young Spanish friend. Santana knew that Mrs Pierce wouldn't be happy but she hardly cared. Brittany, her beautiful, beautiful Brittany was back where she belonged, even if they had yet to talk about the kiss.

Turning a page, the Latina sighed contently. The covers on Brittany's side of the bed were pulled back so that she could climb straight in and Santana anticipated her proximity. She knew that Brittany must've enjoyed the kiss in some way for if she had been repulsed she wouldn't have suggested that they share the bed together.

The bathroom door opened and Santana looked up to watch Brittany come through into the bedroom, tapping at the ground with her cane to be sure not to knock into anything. When she reached the bed she set her cane against the wall, and climbed in beside Santana, pulling the blankets up and around her.

Santana turned her attention back to her book, trying to act nonchalant. Brittany rolled onto her side, tucking a hand up under her pillow.

"My Mom isn't happy." She said quietly.

"You were expecting that though." Santana answered, "have you told her about Sheets and Things?"

"I'll tell her after I've quit." Brittany said.

"Might be the best thing to do." Santana said. She dog-eared her book and set it aside, shuffling under the blankets and rolling onto her side so she was face to face with Brittany, "I remember when I quit my first job, 'Brittany looked at her curiously, "I was seventeen and I was working at the cinema."

"Really?" The blonde giggled.

"Yep, 'Santana said, "I loved working there at first. The smell of the popcorn was my favourite thing about it all. I could come home after a busy day and just be covered in it. The best smell in the world for a teenager."

"So what happened?" Brittany queried.

"I started to get bored of it and my boss was kind of a jerk too. In the end I knew I had to quit. So I walked into my boss's office and resigned there and then. He wasn't happy at all but I just stormed out and didn't come back."

Brittany laughed, "you're so brave. I'd never be able to do that."

"You will. Tomorrow." Santana said.

They lay for a while in the light, two women immersed with an understanding of each other. Santana looked into Brittany's eyes and Brittany, though she could not see, looked into Santana's. It was Brittany who moved first, looking hesitant. She reached her hand up, touching Santana's face, her thumb pressing gently against her lips.

"I'm sorry about yesterday." She whispered.

"Sorry for what?" Santana questioned.

"For pushing you away. When you kissed me." Brittany's answer's were short and the Latina knew she was nervous.

"Did...did you like it?" She had to ask.

Brittany closed her eyes, shaking and Santana wondered whether she had asked the wrong thing. Then, she nodded.

"I was just taken by surprise, 'Brittany's hand cupped the side of her face, "I got scared. I've only kissed one other person in my life and he was a boy. I couldn't quite grasp the idea that someone was kissing me. A woman was kissing me."

Santana slipped an arm around Brittany's waist, tugging her flush against her body. When the blonde didn't fight, she slipped her head across to share the woman's pillow so their faces were but inches apart.

"Can I kiss you again?" She asked.

Brittany bit down on her bottom lip, deliberating before she closed the distance between them and pressed her lips to Santana's. It wasn't anything heated or intense. Their lips brushed but a few times, sweet and simple but incredibly caring. Brittany moaned under the brunettes touch as Santana's fingers traced the dip in her spine, pulling her as close as she possibly could. Nipping and whimpering, Santana knew she would never be able to get enough of Brittany's lips which were soft and tentative against her own.

They drew back when the need to breathe became obvious. Santana smiled as Brittany continued to pepper kisses to her jaw, her hands breezing over her friends arm, loving her and worshipping her.

When Brittany pulled away she looked contented. She was still caressing Santana's arm, her eyes shining with trust for the Latina lying beside her.

"What does this mean?" Santana asked.

"I'm not sure, 'Brittany mused, "but we've got time to work it out, right?"

Santana laughed, nodding, "yeah. We've got plenty of time."

Brittany kissed her again, chaste and soft before turning in her arms. Santana's body was burning with longing to be as close to the blonde as she could get.

"It's been a long time since I've done this, 'Brittany giggled, "spooning I mean."

"It's nice isn't it?" Santana said in a hushed voice. She leaned forward and nuzzled her nose into Brittany's hair, taking in her scent.

Brittany murmured, sounding tired, "Yeah, 'she mumbled, "nice."

Hmm. I'm still not happy with how this chapter turned out but it was the best I could do really. To me it seemed kind of boring. So review guys and tell me what you thought of the girls make up.

As you can see, the pair are still trying to make sense of their relationship and have yet to brand themselves as a partnership. How do you think they should get around to that? Who should ask who?

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