AN: Sorry, sorry, sorry! I've been horrible. I hit a road block and had a hard time getting back into the groove, but I'm back now. This is a short chapter and not my best, but something is about to happen so I want to save all of that for the next chapter. Hope you enjoy.


Santana POV

It's Friday night and Santana is expecting Quinn Saturday afternoon, after their last class. Even though she loves seeing Brittany every day, by the time Friday hits she's ready for a day off; preferably with Brittany but she knows she's not getting that this weekend. The classes have been getting harder and harder. Little did Santana know the first week was introductory and she had already thought that was hard. Once she felt comfortable with the level of training and had gotten used to the intensity, Brittany kicked it up a notch. Now on the third week, Santana thought she had everything in the bag. She is top 5 in the class and she is in the best physical shape she has ever been in; including her year cheerleading. My, was she wrong. Brittany is very serious about the final performance and they are to start with it by the end of next week now that everyone has the fundamentals down relatively smoothly. 5.5 hours of dance a day can really start to get to a person and if it was up to Santana, she would sleep all day Sunday, but her best friend is coming and she needs to entertain her.

During the week, there is a lot of flirting going on between her and Brittany. Sometimes they have lunch together, but sometimes Brittany goes back to her room for lunch because she has to plan for the evening class. By the time they finish at 6:30pm and take their showers, the girls usually hang out in Brittany's room to talk or to watch TV. Only one time has Santana fallen asleep half-dressed on top of her covers after an intensive cardio training. She was woken up when Rachel was trying to tuck her in, Santana almost slapped her right there when Rachel put a hand on her thigh. The rest of the days this week, Santana would eat dinner with Brittany either buying take out and eating it in Brittany's room or going out for a quick meal. Rarely would they eat at the cafeteria for dinner, especially since Santana has to eat there for lunch every day.

"So, your best friend is coming to visit tomorrow?" Brittany asks and pops a cherry tomato into her mouth.

"Yup! She said she will come around 7, after our last class."

"Cool! Oh, you should take her to that lemonade place I took you to. It's one of the best in the area."

"Yes! I had planned to do that with her on Sunday already, which by the way, what are your plans?" Santana asks before taking the last bite of her chicken Caesar salad.

"Not much, probably just hang around. I could go home and visit my family, but my sister has a game and is going to a friend's party afterwards, and my parents work on Sundays, so there's really no point."

"What about Sam?"

Brittany bites her bottom lip and looks slightly guilty.

"He said he needed some space to get over me if I was interested in–" she clears her throat, "if I was not going to be with him."

Santana nods in understanding. She could swear she thought Brittany was going to say 'interested in someone else' but maybe it was just her wishful thinking.

"I guess we won't get to do our nightly hang outs this weekend then," Santana says sadly.

Brittany pouts and Santana is really pulling herself back not to kiss her bottom lip.

"Yeah, I'm sorry. She's leaving Tuesday night and I know she has school work to do all of Monday, so I'll probably just see her tomorrow night, Sunday, and Tuesday before she leaves. She's been a little… how do I say this kindly… Let's just say, I haven't been spending enough time talking to her and I'm starting to feel really bad about it."

"I can understand that," Brittany says empathizes. "I feel bad when Sam asks me to hang out but I'm too busy to as well."

Santana nods, "He guilt trips you too?"

Brittany's eyes furrow, "Guilt trip? Well, no. I just feel guilty because I want to see him, but work and dance is my first priority. He totally understands though. Does Quinn not?"

Santana is about to speak but loses her words. Sometimes Quinn makes her feel guilty. Sometimes when Santana isn't in the mood to go to the mall with her or cuddle, Quinn brings up a past story about how she would always go to the mall with Santana when she wanted to and was there for her and held her through her family drama. She would then ignore Santana for about a day or two until Santana feels like she has lost her best and only friend and Quinn comes back to console her. But instead of telling Brittany all this, she just says, "Oh, yes of course she understands. That's what I meant." She brushes off the conversation.

Santana quickly makes her way over to the couch with a bowl of grapes in hand, Brittany follows and plops down on the right side of the couch about a foot away from her. She wants to be close to Brittany, of course she does, but she's nervous so she sits stiffly, trying her best not to touch the blonde. She starts to feel stiffness in her neck and tries to stretch it out by tilting her head side to side.

"Come here," Brittany says and Santana can actually feel her heart speed up. She looks at the girl. "I know I worked you guys hard today and that was a lot of arm and shoulder training you guys did this afternoon. But honestly, some of those girls have weak ass arms. They can't hold a straight line for more than 10 seconds, I just couldn't handle it. It was annoying me. Sorry, you had to go through all that too."

Santana chuckles, "You don't need to apologize, Britt. It's your job to whip us all into shape, and I'm glad for it. I've never been fitter in my life." She unconsciously tilts her head side to side again.

"Come here," Brittany repeats and tucks her left leg in as Santana shuffles under her lower back hits Brittany's knee.

Santana shudders as soon as Brittany puts her hand on her shoulder but tries to restrain herself from being too obvious. Once Brittany starts massaging, Santana starts relaxing and oh my God, is it ever relaxing. She leans into Brittany's touch as Brittany works her fingers down the back and side of Santana's neck, right under her skull, and down. The pressure is just right and Santana is beginning to feel herself drift off to sleep. It has been an exhausting week and this is the perfect way to finish it off. The energy Brittany gives off is so calming and Santana is having a hard time keeping her eyes open. She figures it won't hurt to close her eyes for 10 seconds.

Santana opens her eyes and finds the massaging has stopped. She is in one of the most comfortable positions she's ever been in. She turns her head slightly to see what kind of wonderfulness she is laying upon and sees a shoulder. Shit! She fell asleep on Brittany and just as she's about to apologize, she looks up and sees the blonde has also fallen asleep. Her head against the arm rest, one arm tucked under her head, and the other one wrapped around Santana's waist in a protective hold as if keeping her from rolling off the couch. Santana has no idea what time it is, and in all honesty she doesn't really care. She rests her head against Brittany's chest once more and closes her eyes.

"Santana."

Her brows furrow at her name. She's too comfortable to move.

"Santana." The voice gets louder.

She grunts and turns her cheek, feeling a bit of drool at the edge of her mouth.

The voice chuckles, "Santana, wake up."

She opens one eye, then the other. It's bright now and she finally realizes where she is. She quickly wipes the drool with her forearm and sits up; rubbing her eyes.

"Shit! I'm sorry. I didn't mean to fall asleep." An overdue apology.

"It's okay, San, but it's time to get up."

"How do you know?" She feels herself being pushed up into a sitting position.

"Internal alarm," Brittany says. "And external," she laughs, "but you must not have heard it with your cute snoring. My phone alarm went off twice."

"I don't snore," Santana says as she slowly tries to stand up. This couch was made for people to sit on, not sleep on.

"Mhm, sure. You don't snore as much as you don't drool."

Santana turns to see Brittany looking down at the wet patch just above her right boob. She internally kicks herself for being so gross in front of Brittany.

"That… that wasn't… me…"

"Of course not," Brittany chuckles and slides herself around so her feet can touch the ground. Santana walks around the couch and begins to make her way to the washroom. "I have a brand new toothbrush if you want to –"

Brittany interrupts her own sentence with a hiss. Santana turns to see what caused Brittany to stop talking when she sees the girl frozen with one hand on the arm rest and her head tilted downward.

"Brittany?"

No response.

"Brittany, what's wrong?"

Santana rounds the couch again and sees Brittany with her eyes shut tightly and she's breathing slightly harder than usual. A surge of panic hits Santana and she doesn't know what to do.

"Brittany, what's going on?" She kneels down and puts a hand on Brittany's bicep.

"No, don't touch me!"

Santana has never retracted her hand so quickly.

About 10 more seconds pass before Brittany exhales and finally moves again. She opens her eyes and a single tear falls from her right eye. Santana reaches up to wipe it away but then pulls back, unsure if she can touch her. She just sits and watches with an ache in her heart.

"I'm sorry," Brittany says and wipes her own tear away.

Santana shakes her head at the nonsense; Brittany has nothing to be sorry about.

"Are you okay?" Santana says softly, "What happened?"

Brittany sighs and moves her body side to side as if stretching out her back.

"It's nothing. Sometimes my back seizes up on me, but I'm okay after a few seconds."

Santana squints her eyes at her friend, "Um, no. It's not nothing, you were obviously in pain. What usually…" Realization slaps Santana across the face, "Oh fuck, I'm sorry."

"What?" Brittany says as she goes to stand up slowly.

"It's 'cause we fell asleep on the couch wasn't it? You were in a pretty uncomfortable position to begin with and with my added weight on top of you…"

"No, it's not. It's fine. I'm fine. We really need to get ready now or we'll both be late for class and there is no way I'm going to pull a Breanne."

"Are you sure you're okay to teach?"

"I'm fine, Santana!"

Santana's eyes widen at the volume of the girl.

"I'm sorry," Brittany says almost immediately. "It's just that, I'm fine, really. You don't need to worry about me." Brittany walks back to where Santana is still knelt on the ground. She puts her hand out towards Santana. "Come on, I'll go grab you that new toothbrush and make some breakfast for us."

Santana hesitantly takes her hand and lets Brittany pull her up. She follows her to the bathroom and they take turns brushing their teeth. When Santana is brushing, Brittany is making some toast and scrambled eggs in the kitchen. When Santana joins her the silence is broken when Brittany finally speaks. "I have some extra work out clothes if you don't want to go back to your room to change."

Santana nods. A little part of her is afraid to speak after Brittany snapped at her, twice.

The rest of breakfast is mostly silent. Santana glances at Brittany whenever she can, and catches Brittany watching her a couple times. Both with what seems like a lot on their mind.

When Santana is finishing the last of her toast they both jump at the sound of Santana's phone vibrating on the table. She flips it around to see a text message.

Sent by Q: See you soon, S.

Santana smiles half-heartedly at it and replies.

Sent to Q: C ya soon!

Quinn could not be coming at a worse time.


Brittany POV

She really wanted to tell Santana what was going on. She really, really did, but she was afraid if she told her, that Santana would find her weak. Brittany remembers the time when her back started seizing during a routine and her instructor forced her to stand straight and told her to shake it off and to stop being such a wimp. She has never been in so much pain in her life. It literally felt like the muscles in her back were tearing apart every time the instructor moved her. She ended up running to the washroom, once she was able to, to vomit because it hurt so badly. She cried in the washroom for two minutes before she cleaned herself up and walked out of that studio forever. She has never let anyone that wasn't her dad touch her every time she had back spasms. She told her parents that the dance studio had asbestos and had to be shut down for a few weeks. Mr. and Mrs. Pierce did not have the time to check up on the place and just sighed and told Brittany to find herself another dance studio and they would pay for it. She has never told anyone that story and absolutely no one knows about it and she intends to keep it that way. She cannot let people think she is weak both mentally and physically. She needs some aspect of strength, and if she doesn't have the brains she will at least have the physicality.

When class begins, Brittany makes sure she stretched her back out more than usual. Breanne is late again but this time Brittany doesn't take it. She's not in the mood. She woke up with a beautiful person sleeping on her and the next thing she knows, her back is trying to tear itself up and she ends up yelling at the girl for caring about her. Now things are awkward and she doesn't know what to do. So, Breanne being late yet again with 5 girls trailing her just won't do anymore.

"Breanne, why are you late, again?"

Without even looking at her, Breanne smirks, "Had stuff to do, but I'm here now, what do you want?"

"I want you, Jordan, Ash, Selina, Krystal, and Becca to stay after class and mop the floors and clean the mirrors."

All the girls turn to look at Brittany before looking at Breanne with their eyes wide and their mouths wider.

"WHAT?!" Breanne yelped.

"I've told you so many times not to be late, and you are setting a horrible example for everyone else, so no more. If you're late, you get punished, end of story."

"You can't do that!" one of the girls yells out.

"If you don't want to own up to your tardiness then you can leave. Everyone else, including you or your parents I presume, paid to be here to learn, so if you're just going to disrespect the class, you might as well leave."

The girls all look at each other in shock, except Breanne who is giving Brittany the evil eye. The other girls take their place at the back and Breanne stands in the front but off to the side.

When class is over, Santana approaches her but Brittany tells her that she has to stay and watch the others clean, to make sure everyone is doing their part. Santana tells her she's proud of her for standing up for herself. She squeezes Brittany's forearm and strokes it with her thumb a couple of times to show she means it and leaves Brittany alone with the 6 girls. This single touch has made Brittany's day so much brighter. When everything is clean, the girls leave silently. Breanne stops to glare at Brittany.

"I hope you're happy. You embarrassed me in front of everyone," Breanne says with her arms across her chest.

"If you had listened to me and wasn't constantly late, I wouldn't have to do this. I have to keep some sort of order in this boot camp, I need discipline."

"Whatever," Breanne scoffs and leaves the room.

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Brittany takes a shower after the final class. It's around 7pm and she's tempted to go find Santana to rant about Breanne but then she remembers her best friend, Quinn, is going to arrive any minute now. She has a quick dinner and responds to a short text from Sam; her wonderful best friend that is trying so very hard to get over her. Although he said he needed space, he is still trying to keep a conversation going with her and she really does appreciate the effort.

Brittany decides to do a load of laundry since night time is the best time to do it. It would be packed if she waited for the weekend. She goes out to the front to grab a coin from Dan and as she's walking back to gather her laundry, she sees Santana. With a smile, she approaches the brunette and sees another blonde standing in front of her. Her blonde is not as bright as Brittany's, and she's shorter than her, but she is really pretty. Almost princess like.

"Hey, Santana," Brittany says with a cheery smile.

"Brittany!" Santana says and a smile floods her face.

"And you must be, Quinn," Brittany says and reaches her hand out. When they make eye contact she notices something strange. Quinn is smiling at her, sure. Quinn greeted her with a friendly hello and a hand shake with no hostility, but Brittany gets a feeling inside her bones that this girl doesn't like her. Brittany is usually a good judge on people and she is sensing something fake coming from Santana's best friend.

"Whatcha doing?" Santana says and it snaps Brittany's eyes back to her.

"I was just about to go do some laundry and saw you, so I decided to come say hi."

"Well, I'm glad you did."

Brittany can't help but smile when Santana smiles and Santana hasn't stopped smiling since Brittany arrived. However, there is one person not smiling and it's making her feel uncomfortable .

"Anyway, I should get going. I have a big load to do." Santana pouts and Brittany unconsciously pulls on Santana's bottom lip just for a split second, "Stop it," she chuckles. Brittany can literally feel flaming daggers shoot from Quinn's eyes onto the hand that touched Santana. She looks to Quinn and sees that she's getting impatient. "I'll let you guys catch up. It was nice to meet you Quinn. I'll see you Monday, Santana. Goodnight."

"Goodnight," Santana whispers sweetly.

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Brittany is finished her laundry and is about to tuck herself in for a good night's rest when she suddenly doesn't remember if she has locked the studio doors or not. She grabs her keys and makes her way down the quiet hallway. It's 10pm and most people are either out and about on their free night or has fallen asleep after Brittany's intense weekend rundown. She walks outside towards the studio when she hears voices come from the side. She's not curious or anything because there are people scattered all over the place. She checks the door to find that she did indeed lock it and when she turns back around she's met with eyes staring straight at her. She's startled until she realizes who it is. It's Quinn. She's hugging Santana, but Santana's back is facing her so she can't see her. Quinn seems to hug her even tighter and gives Brittany the evilest smirk she has ever seen. Brittany feels her blood heat up and turns away to go back inside the dorm but just before the door closes she hears a light moan.


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