AN: So this is the last chapter I will be posting until I get back. Probably not the best one to leave you guys with, but I promise things are going happen and new issues are on the horizon. I do have a request for my readers though. I want a cover for this story, since this is the first one I've ever written and it still makes me giddy that people are following it. Does anyone know how to make/create/design a cover? If you do, can you pretty please make one for me? If not, it's cool, I know you all have lives of your own too. I just don't know how to do it myself, or else I would. That silhouette head does nothing for my Brittana pride and joy. Anyways, enough of that... on with the story.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything Glee. I only like to read and now, write about it. :)

Santana wakes up to the sounds of groaning next to her. She turns her body to face the noise and she sees Brittany with her arm draped over her eyes, the blanket pushed over to her side, and the sounds leaving Brittany's throat.

"Hey, Britt? Are you okay?"

"Headache. Too bright."

Santana rolls out of bed to grab a bottle of water and an aspirin before going to the window and closing the bigger set of curtains. "Sit up, take this little miss hang over." She hands Brittany the opened bottle of water and the little pill after she manages to get her girlfriend propped up against a pillow. Brittany takes the pill and takes a few gulps of water before sliding back down into bed and wrapping the blankets around her. Santana takes a sip of water herself before setting it down on the table.

"What time is it?" Brittany mumbles into the blanket.

"It's 7am," Santana answers after she looks at the clock placed on Brittany's side of the bed.

"Too early. More sleep."

"Yes, more sleep." Santana tucks herself into the blanket as well and Brittany wraps her arms around Santana's waist and shoves her face into the crook of her neck. Santana turns slightly to kiss her gently on the head and she sees Brittany's lips curls faintly at the kiss. Santana closes her eyes as well and she too drifts back to sleep.

When Santana wakes up for the second time that morning, Brittany's back is turned to her and she's mumbling something.

"Babe?" Santana leans on her elbow to check on her girlfriend. Brittany is gritting her teeth and her fist is clenched tightly against the sheets. Her eyebrows are furrowed and she looks like she's having a pretty bad dream. "Britt. Baby. Wake up." Santana puts her hand on Brittany's shoulder and shakes her slightly. "Baby, you're dreaming." Santana reaches over and places her hand down on the mattress in front of Brittany's chest so her face is hovering above the frustrated sleeping girl. She leans in closely and is about to put her lips on Brittany's temple, "Brittany, time to wake –"

"NO!" Brittany yells out and turns her body so quickly that Santana doesn't have a chance to react, and because of the way Santana's body was positioned and how quickly Brittany had turned, Brittany's elbow goes flying up nailing Santana on the side of the head.

"Ow!" Santana yelps and Brittany's eyes spring open.

"Oh my god, Santana! I'm so sorry." Brittany sits up quickly and head butts Santana's chin.

"Oof, Jesus, Britt." Santana's hand falls from her head down to her chin quickly.

"Shit, fuck. I'm so sorry." Brittany's hands go straight to Santana's face checking her head for a bump then her chin for a bruise. "Are you okay? I'm so sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry."

"Okay, okay. I'm okay. What the hell just happened?" Santana asked, not getting mad at her girlfriend but more confused about what had just happened in the first 3 minutes of waking up.

Brittany drops her hands. They're both sitting up in bed, hair flying in all directions, t-shirts twisted, and the bedsheets now in complete shambles. Taking in the sight of themselves, Santana starts to chuckle. "That was definitely not the most pleasant way to wake up," she says as she rubs her chin again.

Brittany starts to chuckle along with her, "I'm so sorry, Santana. Really. Everything happened so suddenly. Are you sure you're okay? Do you need an ice pack? … or two?"

"No, I'm okay. You didn't hit me that hard, it was more of a shock than anything."

"I can't believe I hit you," Brittany covers her face with her hands.

"Twice," Santana reminds her.

"Twice," Brittany repeats.

Santana takes Brittany by the wrist and pulls her hands down from her face. "Okay, so can you tell me what happened? I know you were dreaming, and it was obviously a bad dream."

Brittany looks away for a moment, trying to remember her dream that she was so abruptly woken up from. "We were at a club, except the club was outside in a parking lot. But there was a roof, so it was kinda inside, but also outside… it was weird. I was leaning up against a car, listening to the car radio that was playing all the dance music and you walked away for a moment. I began to panic a little bit and then saw that coffee girl approach you. You were far away and I tried to get to you but you kept on getting further from me. Then suddenly the two of you were dancing on top of a bus. But it was a short bus, and it only went up to my shoulders. So I climbed up onto it and tried stand between you two so I could dance with you but then she pushed me off . Somehow you were then standing about 10 feet away, sitting in a chair as if you've been waiting for me, and coffee girl was restraining me from behind. I couldn't pull away from her. Then she stuck her face next to mine and was about to say something and that's when I woke up."

"Wow, intense dream," Santana said as she took Brittany's hand in hers and stroked the back of her hand with her thumb.

"Yeah, I didn't like it one bit."

"But it's just a dream, and I'm here, and I'm yours." Santana leans in and Brittany closes the gap with her lips. "Speaking of her, what happened to her last night?"

"To be honest? I have no idea. I remember getting mad at her then you started crying then everything kinda blurred."

They both sit in silence trying to wrack their brains for any hints of what happened the night before.

They both hear a beep and Brittany walks to the corner of the room to retrieve her cellphone. She has no idea how it had gotten there.

"Who is it?"

"It's a text from Vic. He asked how I was feeling and if you're okay."

"Help me thank him for everything. If it wasn't for him, I don't think we would have been able to get back."

"Okay," Brittany texts out a message.

While Brittany is texting Vic, Santana also checks her phone and responding to a text from Kurt asking if he can stay at her apartment again sometime next month. She easily replied with a simple No. Then she thinks about it and that would give her the perfect excuse to stay over at Brittany's and she quickly sends another text. We'll see. Maybe I'll let you rent it. She shoots out a text to Rachel and Mercedes, letting them know she will be back in town soon.

She looks up at Brittany and her bright blue eyes are wide open. Brittany, sensing she's being looked at, looks up and they make eye contact before she looks back down at her phone.

"What happened?" Santana asks.

Brittany shows Santana her text exchanges with Vic.

From Vic: Good morning sunshine. Hope you're feeling okay this morning and you're not too hung over. Is Santana okay? I'm not really sure what happened but she seemed upset.

To Vic: Morning Vic. Thank you so much for everything last night and helping us get back. I'm ok. Took an Advil. Santana is fine.

From Vic: So… that girl that was with her. Was that a friend or an ex or something?

To Vic: Some chick that wanted to get with her from the coffee shop. What happened to her anyways?

From Vic: I knew she looked familiar. Anyways, did you forget what happened?

To Vic: I guess so... What happened?

From Vic: After Santana screamed at her and fell into your arms, you glared at her for a solid 5 minutes. When she took a step in you pointed your finger at her and shook your head. The girl put her hands up to surrender and turned to leave. Then you hugged your girlfriend for like, another 5 minutes. I thought you guys fell asleep.

To Vic: Wow, it's all coming back to me. Geez. I'm a bitch.

From Vic: No. Actually, I don't think you were. It was pretty obvious to me that she was trying to get as close to Santana as possible and that Santana was really uncomfortable. Like she was practically nibbling on her ear before Santana freaked out on her. I wonder what she said.

To Vic: I have no idea. I'll ask her. Thanks again for everything. Love you lots. Hope to see you again soon? Come visit!

From Vic: I'm sure you'll come back to L.A. before I go to Ohio. Love you too. All the best. Tell Santana she better treat you right. ;)

To Vic: Will do. Xoxo

"Wow," Santana whispered. "You gave her the death glare."

Brittany pouts and nods, "I guess so. I do kind of remember having a stare down now."

"Badass."

"What did she say to you by the way? Before you went off on her?"

Santana could tell that Brittany was a little nervous asking her that question in case it was something she didn't want to hear. Brittany was picking at the edge of the comforter so Santana rests her hand on top to stop her.

"I don't quite remember it all," Santana begins, "But she said something about you being too tall and that I'd like her better? Or … Oh wait! I remember! She said that I liked medium blondes because that's what I always ordered, and she said you were too tall for a medium, and that…" Santana's face scrunches up before she shakes her thoughts away.

"And what?"

"Nothing… it's not important and so very offensive."

"Tell me."

Santana looks away and shakes her head.

"San."

Santana can't refuse Brittany, ever. "Ugh, She said …. after one taste of her medium blonde roast, I won't be wanting to go back to the bleach blonde tasteless drip. God, that's disgusting," Santana says with a genuine shudder.

"Wow," Brittany's face is emotionless.

"You know that's not true right?" Santana tries to seek some eye contact. "You know she was probably drunk too and was saying a bunch of bullshit right?"

"Yeah, yeah, I know, I know," Brittany bobs her head. "It's just… Wow. Is that how some people see me?"

"Hey, Britt, hey. I'm sorry. Those words didn't need repeating. I'm sorry. And no, people don't see you that way, of course not. That girl was drunk and she wanted to get me away from you – which, obviously, didn't and won't ever work by the way. You're amazing," Santana tilts Brittany's head up. "You're my amazing girlfriend. And trust me when I tell you that a lot of people think so too."

Brittany sends Santana a weak smile, "It's okay, I wanted to know everything, and if she said that, I want to know it too. Even if it hurts me. She doesn't matter anyways right?"

"Right, she doesn't. I only want you." Santana leans in again for another kiss and Brittany accepts it eagerly. "Besides, there's no one else that can protect me the way you do. No one else that understands me the way you do. You're amazing, you're perfect, you're like…"

"A unicorn?" Brittany laughs out.

"Yes. You're like a unicorn Brittany. Magical. My magical unicorn girlfriend." The sincerity in Santana's eyes causes Brittany to genuinely smile and kiss her again.

The girls fly back to Ohio together Monday night. When they land in the Ohio, they have a driver pick them up and drive them back into the city since the distance from the airport to their homes were pretty far, but once the driver asks them for the destination address, both girls freeze, not knowing whose house they would be staying at or if they would even be staying over at one another's place or going back to their own home.

"Did you want to get dropped off at my place? I can drive you home afterwards… or… did you want to go home first? Or… like… just go home and I'll call you or you call me or… " Brittany stumbles to find her words.

"How about we go to our own homes," Santana starts and she sees Brittany's face drop immediately. "Then after I unpack my dirty things and take a shower, I'll head over to your place?"

"And stay the night?" Brittany smiles.

"Only if you want me to."

"Of course I want you to. It would be so weird if I didn't get to cuddle with you tonight."

Once Santana is home, she removes all her dirty items from her suitcase and dumps a load in the washer before going to take a shower. During this time, her mind is running around. She's thinking of so many things. What it would be like living with Brittany for good. Would Brittany even like it? What is she going to do with her apartment? Should she sell it? They haven't been girlfriends for very long, is it too soon? She decides to keep her place for now and figure everything else later since this is still a big conversation she needs to have with Brittany and things are only going to get busier and crazier now that both of them are back home and working. Plus, she would need to go home every day anyway to check the mail in case a script comes in the mail for her.

After her shower and completing her laundry, Santana packs an overnight bag and takes her car over to Brittany's. Santana rings the doorbell when she arrive and in less than 20 seconds, Brittany opens the door wide with a smile.

"Hi, Honey!" Brittany beams and Santana walks in. It feels strange to her. This place is familiar but so much has changed since she was last here. She can definitely get used to walking into a house with Brittany greeting her every day. Owning a home with Brittany, that's definitely a thought that makes her smile. "You know you still have the key right?" Brittany's question snaps Santana back into reality.

Santana looks down at the car keys in her hand and attached to it is her house key, her storage key, her parent's house key, and the one with a little yellow heart on the corner of it, Brittany's key. "Right! I do and you can't have it back!" Santana says as she quickly throws her keys back into her purse.

"I didn't ask for it back, babe, but why are you keeping it if you never use it?"

"I would use it… I just… I like it when you open the door for me, then you get to be the first thing I see when the door opens," Santana says with a mischievous smile.

"Nice cover up. You could have just said you forgot you had it," Brittany rolls her eyes. "Come here," she pulls Santana close by her belt loop and gives her a kiss. She takes Santana's overnight bag and throws it over her own shoulders and walks upstairs with Santana following close behind. Brittany slows down when they reach the guest room and then stops to look in. Santana stopping behind her. "Remember when you slept in here?" Brittany asks.

"Mhm, you gonna make me sleep here again?" Santana props her chin on Brittany's shoulder as they both gaze into the room.

"If I do, I'll probably just end up here tonight too. Did you know asking you to sleep in here was totally against my nature of things?"

Santana chuckles against her shoulder and links both their right hands together, "What do you mean?"

"Well, the nature of Brittany wanted nothing more than to cuddle with Santana but she didn't know how Santana felt about it and didn't want to freak her out so she gave her her space."

"Well," Santana takes a hold of Brittany's hips and turns her around so they're facing each other. "Santana was a little bummed out when she had to sleep all the way down the hall from the girl who gave her goosebumps every time she so much as looked at her."

Brittany's cheeks redden in a blush, "Come on, let's get you settled in properly now." Brittany takes Santana hand and they make their way to the master bedroom.

The next day, they both had a list of things to do. Santana had to go back to her apartment to check the mail, she had to do another load of laundry, let Mercedes know she's back, and perhaps even tell her parents she's in a relationship and that she may not always answer her apartment phone. Brittany, on the other hand, had to go pick up Lord Tubbington from her parent's house, go to The Shark Tank to see what's happening there and if they need her to teach any classes, and check in with her own agent.

The girls have breakfast in comfortable silence and Santana is on her way out early knowing she has a lot to do and intends to get back to Brittany as soon as she can. She calls Mercedes on her way back to the apartment and she's told that they need another dinner together so she can finally talk about the mystery girl. She does another load of laundry when she gets home. She's folding the clothes from her last load when her doorbell rings. She opens it and there's a young man standing in front of her with a baseball cap, a messenger bag holding a large yellow envelops and a slip of paper.

"Santana Lopez?"

"That's me." He hands her the package and she signs the slip. The envelope has confidential stamped on the front in large, bold black ink. The young man looks at her suspiciously. "I'm a secret agent," She looks at him, "A spy, if you will. I got daggers all up in my hair, wanna see them?" she's about to whip her head around and the boy just shakes his head and walks quickly down the hallway. She laughs and closes the door. She opens the package and sees the script for the upcoming movie musical. She skims through the pages and finds her lines already highlighted for her. She has a few speaking rolls, 1 solo song, 1 duet, and a few group numbers. She's happy with the amount of camera time she has. It's not too much, but it's not like she won't be noticed. Just enough exposure that anyone else hiring would probably know who she is instead of being known as Damsel #1, or girl #3, or running girl 6. Sure her part on Hammer's Time was pretty big, but it's not out yet, so until that movie is actually released, no one will actually recognize her from any roll specifically.

She sits down on her couch reading through her script when she finally decides she might as well get the news over with and call her parents.

"Santana!" Her mom answers the phone, "You finally decided to call."

"Yeah, hi Mom. How are thing?"

"Very good and you? Have you been getting enough work?"

"I have. It's been steady for me."

"Oh, that's great."

Santana's conversations with her parents have never been too chock-full of information. They usually go straight to the point and accepted things the way they were. "So, I'm seeing someone now."

"Lovely, she's good to you?"

"Yes, she's very good to me."

"That's nice, honey."

There was a little bit of silence before Santana decided to just give her all the information she may need and get this awkwardness over with. "Her name is Brittany; she's in the film industry as well. She's a stunt double and a kickboxing teacher. No, she's not violent and she's very protective of me. She's super sweet and smart and…" She wants to tell her mom everything. That's they're in love, that she's crazy for the girl and flew to L.A. to see her, and that she feels like she's the one, but her mom probably won't care about the details. "… and so if you need to contact me, call me on my cellphone, I might not always be home… date nights you know."

"Of course, I'm glad you're happy." Exactly what Santana expected. No questions asked as long as she's happy.

"I am."

Awkward silence.

"Well dear, your dad and I have to be off to another meet and greet now. You take care and tell Bethanny we say 'hi.'"

"It's Brittany. Thanks. Have fun."

They hang up and Santana falls back onto the couch. She reads through her script again and then finishes off her laundry. She packs a few items to leave at Brittany's house. Just as she's about to leave, her phone rings and it's the new film's representative. She has a meeting early next week for a run through of what's happening in the movie, she needs to get the sheet music for the songs she's singing, and they need to run through the lines. She still doesn't really know what this movie is about or if it's even going to be released in theatre, but hey, it pays well.

After a few hours, Santana finally heads back to Brittany's. Using her key for the first time, she enters the doorway and the first thing she sees is a big fat cat sitting on the couch.

"Oh, you're here," Santana mumbles.

Lord Tubbington looks at her but couldn't care less and goes back to rest mode.

She makes her way to the kitchen and sees Brittany hunched over looking straight into the mini oven.

Santana creeps up next to her and imitates her position while also looking straight into the window of the mini oven. "What's –"

Brittany jumps, "Holy green goblins, Batman! You scared me."

"You're the one that says I should use my key. This would have never happened if you had opened the door for me. And really? Holy green goblins?"

Brittany takes a deep breath in and releases, "I was scared and words just come out," Brittany shakes off her nerves a little, "This is just something I need to get used to. It's a good thing though. A very good thing." Brittany smiles and takes a few steps closer, wrapping her arms around Santana's waist and giving her a peck on the lips. "I've missed you today."

"I saw you this morning and we texted throughout the day," Santana says, "But I missed you too."

Brittany wraps her up tighter in her arms and as she releases notices the bag Santana is holding, "What's that? A gift for me? You shouldn't have."

"I didn't," Santana laughs and reaches down into her bag, "Unless you want my toothbrush, hair products, make up, hairbrush, deodorant, socks, a few shirts and pants, and a bunch of bras and panties."

"Mmmm… panties…" Brittany breaths out as she looks into the bag, "So, gifts for me?" She pauses, "No, actually, you not wearing any would be a better gift."

Santana laughs and slaps Brittany on the arm, "Stop it or you're gonna burn whatever it is you're cooking 'cause I'll take you right here, right now."

Brittany opens the door to the oven and it dings. "Not gonna burn, let's go." Brittany pulls Santana in roughly and Santana drops the bag. Their lips hit hard and Brittany quickly slips her tongue into Santana's mouth, causing her to moan and shiver. Brittany's hand start to roam downward when they both hear a meow.

They stop where they are, Brittany's hand lingering on the rim of Santana's pants, their lips slightly parted but still touching each other. They look down and Lord Tubbington is waddling his little ass into the kitchen.

They pull away, both their cheeks pink and both feeling flustered.

"The sound of the oven must've made him think there was food," Brittany closes the oven door and pushes the button again, "Needs another 10 minutes anyways."

"What is it?"

"Fishsticks and fries."

"No wonder."

"None for you," Brittany says to the cat, but then opens the cabinet, pulls out a can of light tuna, pours half of it into a bowl, and sets it on to the floor. The cat quickly makes his way to it and gobbles it down. "I made enough for you too, by the way."

"Tuna?" Santana scrunches her face.

"Fishsticks," Brittany rolls her eyes.

"Got tartar sauce?"

"Of course."

"Sounds good." Fishsticks aren't usually Santana's meal of choice but if Brittany is making them, she'll eat them. "I told my mom about you… about us." Santana mentions when Brittany goes back to looking through the mini window.

"How did that go?" She asks quietly, focusing her attention back on the Latina.

"Non-eventful. She asked if I was happy. I said yes. She accepted it. That was the end of our conversation."

Brittany purses her lips to the side. "That's it? Is everything okay with the two of you?" Brittany asks after a moment.

"What? Yes, of course. I'm so used to it Britt-Britt. As long as she's content on my happiness, that's all I ask for," Santana shrugs.

Brittany nods and takes both her hands and places them on both of Santana's. They smile at each other, conveying love and understanding. Brittany knows that if things were really bugging her, she would say something.

"So, how was your day?" Santana asks.

"It was okay. I told my parents about us too, but they kind of already knew after Christy told them they Skyped with you. They kind of got mad that they didn't get to meet you, so I showed them a picture. They said you were beautiful by the way and I agreed."

"Which picture did you show them?"

Brittany takes out her phone and scrolls to a picture of Santana and herself walking down the street of L.A.; Santana's hair flying all over the place. "This one."

"What?!" Santana almost screams. "Brittany! That's a horrible picture of me!" She grabs the phone out of the blonde's hand.

"No! I love this picture! We're so happy and look at your smile. It's beautiful and your hair is so natural and everything about it is perfect." Brittany grabs the phone back before Santana can do anything to the photo. "It's one of my favourites."

Santana scoffs just as the oven timer goes off. Brittany grabs a towel and places their dinner on the kitchen counter. She goes to the fridge to grab the condiments while Santana gets some plates. They divide the fishsticks and fries and move towards the dining table.

"What else happened today? You went to the Shark Tank right?" Santana asks as she dips her fries into her ketchup.

"Oh yeah! I did. Finn says 'hi' by the way." Santana rolls her eyes. "They want me to teach the advanced classes again every Thursday night for the next two months. Apparently, Sue has something to tell me but we didn't get to it today. Something about them hiring a new instructor? Or a new manager? Or … I forgot. But I think she was waiting for me to get back from L.A. so we can all have a meeting together or something. Meeting will be next Thursday after my class. Are you going to join in on my classes?" Brittany asks with hope.

"The advanced class?" Santana takes a sip of her water. "Babe, I can barely throw a punch and not hurt myself. I don't think I can last in an advanced class. I won't be able to keep up. I'm going to embarrass myself. I'm going to embarrass you! Your girlfriend is a wuss."

"Hey. Stop it." Brittany says seriously and drops her fishstick. "My girlfriend is not a wuss. You may not be able to hit things hard, but you can slash people with your vicious words."

"Fine," Santana admits, "But that still doesn't mean I can join the advanced class. I'll just be keeping everyone behind."

"I'll go whatever speed I want, I'm the instructor," Brittany brags and smiles.

"No, everyone loves you because you're a hard-ass instructor. You can't go limp because of me. I'll tell you what, if you sub for any beginner or open level classes, or even do any self defense workshops, I'll join in, okay?"

"As long as you pay the drop-in fee," Brittany jokes and keeps her eyes on her fries.

"Even if I'm dating the instructor?"

"Especially if you're dating the instructor, since you're expected to get special treatment."

"Like what?" Santana folds her arms against her chest.

"Like… hmm… let's see," Brittany taps her chin in thought. "Oh, how about the teacher having to carry your gloves and water bottle to class because you refuse to carry a sports bag? Or how about you keeping a change of clothes in my staff locker because you can't leave yours there overnight? Or even better, the instructor has to carry your sweaty clothes home and then has to give you a massage because you're so sore from your work out?"

Santana giggles and sticks her tongue out, "You mean not everyone gets that kind of treatment?"

Brittany throws a fry at her and it falls right into Santana's cleavage. "2 points!" Brittany raises her arms in victory.

Santana pulls out the fry and eats it. "You didn't answer my question."

"Only for you, my love."

"Okay, so how much is the drop-in fee for the extra special treatment?"

Brittany leans her cheek against her fist and stares lovingly at Santana, "A hundred kisses."

"Done!" Santana gives a solid nod and leans over the table with her lips puckered. Brittany does the same. "One." Brittany is about to lean back into her chair when Santana pulls her by the chin in for another quick peck, "Two."

That night, as they were lying in bed, chatting about Santana's character in the musical, Brittany receives a text. She quickly checks her phone and her eyebrows scrunch together.

"What is it?" Santana asks and Brittany shows her the message.

From Quinn: I heard some rumors about The Tank. Not sure if they're true, but if they are, it's not good. Sue might be getting replaced. I really hope that's just a rumor because no one can run the place as well as she can. She's an organizational Nazi but she gets shit done. See you at the meeting on Thursday… will let you know if I hear anything else.

"What does this mean for you?" Santana asks when she hands Brittany back the phone.

"I don't know," Brittany replies and sets her phone back down. "She's been there ever since I have. She's really taken care of me and she's been really flexible with my schedule."

"I hope it isn't true either, babe. Let's get some sleep and not think too much about it. It is just a rumor for now anyways." Santana strokes Brittany's arm.

"Yeah, you're right. Let's go to sleep."

Brittany turns off the light and Santana takes her usual spot in Brittany's arms and the girls fall asleep together, in Brittany's house, yet again.

AN: Sorry. Not too much context in this chapter. What's going to happen with Brittany and her job at The Shark Tank? Is Sue really leaving? How does this affect Brittany? Will it affect Santana too? Find out in a couple weeks when I return from my trip. Thank you for your continued support and I promise to write write write while I'm away. - Zie