A/N: here's another chapter for y'all. please tell me what you think about this... cause I really don't know how i feel about this chapter. hihi. anyways, enjoy! and thanks for the revs, faves and follows. Next chapter will be up soon... I hope. :))

CHAPTER 14

..."Yes, babe?"...

The blonde smiled. Well, she admits that she likes the endearment the Latina uses and it totally makes her feel giddy and tingly. "Do you know how to sing?" the blonde asked.

"Me? Of course, yes!" then the brunette sang a song and with this voice that could totally break a glass and shatter it to pieces.

Brittany was trying her best to suppress her laughter. "Oh my God. Please, please. San, please stop!" she told the brunette while chuckling.

The brunette then stopped singing. "Britt..."

"Hmmm?" the blonde hummed in response.

"Goodnight."

"G-goodnight, Santana." She put her phone down, not bothering to press the 'End Call' button because the call would eventually end when the woman on the other end would put her phone down. However, after a while, Brittany heard Santana's voice again.

Here we are, in the best years of our lives.

With no way of knowing

when the wheel stopped spinning,

'cause we don't know where we're going...

She sat up on the bed upon hearing that voice, her jaw was slacked, admiring and surprised. Oh. My. God! She has a great voice! Santana has a great voice! and well, not to mention that the raspiness of her voice, just makes it even hotter. The brunette was singing the song 'Moment of Truth' by the band FM Static. Santana totally knows this song. She probably sang the song wrongly on purpose when they were talking on the phone earlier. She laid back down and savored the raspy but soothing voice of the Latina. Then again, this is a new discovery she has about the brunette; new discovery that she knows that it could totally make her smile.

'Cause this moment's never comin' back.

I used to know her brother.

But I never knew I loved her

till the day she laid her eyes on me.

Now I'm jumpin' up and down.

She's the only one around.

And she means every little thing to me...

Brittany grabbed one of her pillows and hugged it. She peacefully closed her eyes, smile forming on her lips as sleep takes over her.

I've got your picture in my wallet

and your phone number to call it.

And I miss you more whenever I think about you...

"Having trouble with literature?"

Brittany was startled when the brunette just appeared and sat beside her out of nowhere. She was at the library at that moment. "I don't really understand these authors," the blonde said and took a glance at the literature book in front of her. "Why do they always talk in riddles? I mean, yeah, riddles are fun ang challenging. But why don't they use and write in layman's terms, instead?" Ever since she spent time with the brunette at that park during that weekend, she already feels comfortable with her. She knows him better now. Yes, she might be arrogant, but if you'd get to know her better, you would definitely see how good of a woman she is. Se already proved that the brunette is smart. It already seems natural for the Latina to answer her questions. She was also the type of person who shows the blonde how she feels. She actually finds it funny every time guys and girls would glare at her when Santana and her are together. Well, sorry for them, the brunette's eyes and attention is only focused on her. Ever time the brunette visits her place, she usually goes home late because she chooses to stay and play with Justin. And because she doesn't still allow the brunette to treat her, the brunette brings her food - random choice - every visit she does at the blonde's place and every time that they see each other at the university. For now, she doesn't know how or what to call their relationship or where do they actually stand. Well, Santana didn't say anything about courting her or dating. How could she just announce that they were dating or they were girlfriends if the brunette doesn't even ask? And well, it would seem unfitting if she's the one who'll confess her feelings first.

"I'll tell you their secret, but let's eat first. You're gonna love the food today," the brunette said while smiling at her. The blonde knew that Santana hired a chef so that she could always bring food with her.

"No, thanks. I already ate." She was actually planning to invite the brunette over to eat with her but she saw that the brunette was walking with someone at the hallway. Brittany definitely knew the girl. The girl was the president of the student body of the Business Administration department. She can't avoid but to feel irritated and jealous of what she saw, and it really seemed like what they were talking about was pretty serious. But the thing that really irritated her was the way the other girl would hold and touch Santana's arm. She admits that she felt jealous. Well, the girl was beautiful and sexy.

"What?! Britt-Britt, why didn't you wait for me?" she asked with a huff, which caused the blonde to stop from her thoughts.

"Keep you voice down, Santana," she restrained her. "Why, did I tell you not to eat if I'm not with you?"

"Why are you acting like that today?" the brunette asked.

The blonde only glared at her, piercing blue eyes shooting right through the Latina.

"Hey... what's wrong, Britt?" the brunette stood and moved her chair closer to the blonde, then wrapped her arm around Brittany. "Come on, let's eat," she said softly.

"Lopez, I said I'm already full. And get your arms off of me!" the blonde snarled.

The brunette removed her arm from the blonde. "Did I do something wrong? Why are you calling me with that name again?" she asked. "Come on, I'm really hungry. When I get sick, I'd blame you for that," Santana said as slouched on the chair and bent over the table. Only seconds passed when the blonde heard the brunette's stomach grumble. She really looks like she's hungry.

No matter how much she wants her irritation to take over her, her worry and concern for the brunette is overpowering her irritated feeling. The moment she gave herself the chance to get to know the other woman better, she feels like she's already a part of the Latina's life and everything that is about the woman is also connected to her, and vice-versa. Then, after pondering on what to do, she nudged the Latina beside her. "San, come on, stand up."

"No," she protested.

Ugh. This woman is so stubborn... and what now? Does she want to be forced out of this chair or for someone to plead?

Then again, the brunette's stomach grumbled. The blonde sighed. What should she do with this woman? Oh come on, San. How could you be this stubborn? "San, come on. Stand up from that chair and eat. I'm still full so I won't eat but I will go with you. Now, come on because you need to eat, San... and please, stop being so stubborn."

"Let's go!" the brunette said excitedly and stood up quickly, which made the blonde smile. She doesn't really understand why, but sometimes, this feisty and powerful woman could really be compared to a child. She's just so childish and stubborn at times. But admit it, Britt. You find that cute about her. Oh... if she doesn't love this woman, she wouldn't even dare to deal and be patient with the woman's engravings. But oh well, that is not possible anymore. I already love this woman. So I'd rather deal with her myself. You can do it, Brittany. dang! I am Brittany S. Pierce, of course I can do it. Pierce is fierce, y'all!