Author's Note:

Helloooo! So this took me ages to get round to writing, I literally write it his morning, my sister sat me down and forced me to.. But I quite like this chapter, I thought it flowed qwuite well, and it's what alot of you wanted. Have NO clue what I'm going to do for the next chapter, but be warned, I'm going on holiday this week, where WiFi is not always guaranteed. I'll try to upload once a week like I always do, but if I can't, then I apologize in advance. Wow. Long author's note. On with ther story!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Glee.

Kevin wiped his brow as he got up from the car that he was working on. Only a few more hours until his shift ended and he would have his time off. He stretched his aching muscles, grabbing a spanner from a nearby worktable and returning to work.

Santana walked into her kitchen to find both her parents sitting at the table, smiling widely. She furrowed her brow in confusion and gave them a questioning look. Her mother was practically buzzing with excitement as her dad looked on with a fond expression on his face. Finally, her mother didn't seem to be able to hold it in any longer and blurted out,

"We're going to Florida!"

Santana raised her eyebrows at her dad. He nodded in agreement.

"Three weeks in Miami! Uncle Evan lent us his beach house. We leave next week."

Santana grinned. Her parents were some of the few people she allowed to see her true self. Just another excited teenager. She hugged her father and kissed her mother on the cheek, hoisting her bag onto her shoulder when it slipped off. As she headed out she turned.

"Hey, can I bring someone?"

"Sure, honey. Whoever you want." Her mother said, smiling warmly at her.

Santana bit her lip to stop an excited squeal from escaping her lips as she walked slowly up the stairs to her bedroom and grabbed the telephone from her bedside table.

Brittany stretched, having just finished her nightly dance practice. She had the basement bedroom, so her flips didn't disturb the rest of the house. As she bent over backwards, she heard the phone ring. She picked it up, holding it to her ear while still upside down, a trick she had learnt from the rest of the Cheerios, who seemed unable to part from their cell phones even for a few hours, instead risking the wrath of Sue Sylvester.

"Hey Britt,"

Brittany jumped in surprise at the sound of Santana's voice, culminating in the loss of her balance, and she ended up in a heap on the floor.

"Britt? Are you okay?"

Brittany shot up and seized the receiver, holding it to her ear. It had been so long since she had talked to Santana. She had been devastated at the loss of her best friend, but she loved Artie, and truthfully, everything seemed simpler with him. Nevertheless, she still loved Santana and would do anything to hold what was left of their friendship together.

"Santana? Hi! How are you?"

"I'm OK Britt, listen.."

Brittany sat cross-legged on the floor, listening to Santana's proposition. She had no objection to three weeks in Florida, going to the beach, sunbathing, and making it up to her best friend.

"Sure, can't wait!"

Kevin stretched out on the sand, before getting to his feet and heading towards the glittering blue sea. He barely suppressed a shiver as he walked into the cool water, a wave washing over him. He ducked his head, and then emerged gasping, but feeling refreshed. He swam out, training his stomach muscles, eyes fixed on the horizon. He blocked out the noises from the beach behind him, focussing on his destination, the never-ending distance. When he awoke from his haze, he glanced back to find that he was really far from the shore. Sighing resignedly, he twisted his torso and started doing a powerful stroke back to the beach, fighting against the pull of the waves.

Perhaps he should have realized then, that as adventurous and exciting the life in front of him was, and as difficult as it was to return, his past was where safety and comfort lay.

Santana opened her eyes when the plane touched land, sighing in relief. She didn't like flying. The only thing that kept her going through the admittedly short plane journey was Brittany's hand in hers, squeezing gently whenever she felt her friend tense up.

The airport afterwards was a blur of looking for suitcases and security, and the next thing Santana knew was that they had arrived at the beach house. It was beautiful, one of those that you only see in Hollywood movies. She and Brittany dumped their bags and ran out onto the white sand. The sun beat down on them as they headed towards the waves, laughing and shrieking as the cold water splashed them.

Kevin grumbled under his breath as he thought of work the next day. His two weeks' vacation had gone by in a blink of an eye. It had been fantastic. He looked even more unrecognizable now. He had an even, dark tan, and he had decided to leave the stubble that had grown on his chin. His unique coloured eyes twinkled from behind longer hair, which he left messy and untamed.

Now he made himself a bowl of cereal, and collapsed onto the couch, flicking through the channels on his small TV. He might as well enjoy the rest of his holiday while he could.

Brittany pulled down her sunglasses to look at Santana, who had just come back from a quick swim in the sea. She was shaking her head, water droplets flying everywhere as her hair flicked from side to side. When she had finished, she ran her hands through it and pulled a face.

"Ew. Come on Britt, let's go back inside. I need to take a shower, then we can go around, see if we can spot any hot guys up for a bit of summer lovin'."

Brittany didn't even bother to try and bring up Artie, just smiled and nodded, using Santana's outstretched hand to haul herself up. She might not be interested in cute guys, but she was looking forward to going shopping around the town, and just generally looking around.

When they had got to the house, she sent a quick text to Artie, and then looked around for something else to wear, deciding on a yellow halter neck top and white shorts. She teamed these with her white wedges and styled her hair in a messy updo. When she was satisfied, she called across the hall to Santana, who linked arms with her, and lead her to her uncle's car. They climbed in, and Santana started the car. They didn't really have a destination; Santana was just driving aimlessly, around the town. Whenever either of them spotted something they wanted to see, Santana would park the car at the side of the road and they would get out, take a few pictures, or look around a sale that was going on. There were surprisingly a lot of parking spaces for a crowded town, and Brittany was grateful for that. Santana was known to get snippy when she didn't get what she wanted, and, sitting in full power of a deadly vehicle, Brittany wouldn't have felt safe. That was, until the car started making strange noises.

Santana swore as yet another gurgle escaped the car. She slammed her hand on the dashboard in frustration, and somehow this triggered a reaction. Smoke poured out of the hood of the car, and the smell of rotten eggs filled their nostrils. Santana swore again, slamming her head on the steering wheel, the horn honking loudly.

Brittany silently handed her the cell phone while rummaging through the glove compartment. Santana looked at her, mouth open in confusion. As Brittany handed her a business card of a nearby mechanic, she shut her mouth promptly, watching the look of amusement on Brittany's normally blank face. Santana laughed, and dialled the number, shaking her head at her friend.

"Hey Kevin,"

Kevin looked up at Mr Harris, his boss, who was currently grabbing his keys and climbing into his pick-up truck.

"Yeah, Mr H?"

"I'm gonna go pick up a car that's on the main street, can you finish up this paperwork, then start on Mrs Rodriguez' car."

"Sure thing, Mr H."

Mr Harris saluted him and drove out of the garage. Kevin looked back down at the paperwork, getting immersed in the numbers. The next time he looked up was when he heard voices in the empty garage once again. Mr Harris walked in, looking harried, accompanied by two very familiar girls, one pretty blonde girl, and one beautiful dark haired Latina who was currently bitching at Mr Harris.

"Kevin!" Mr Harris looked relieved to see him still there.

"Could you please take care of Ms Lopez' car, I'll take care of the rest of the paperwork."

Kevin looked back at him with wide eyes. Mr H was staring at him pleadingly, nodding his head at the two girls who had fallen quiet by now. Kevin nodded, and Mr Harris hurried off, leaving Kevin alone in the company of Brittany S. Pierce and Santana Lopez.

Oh how I love cliffhangers.. I am so excited for the next part of this story and I haven't written it yet..

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