Hi guys. So it's been really long since I updated but as I've told you all time and time again, I've been incredibly busy with my studies. Unfortunately for you guys, I study Performing Arts in University which, most will not believe is a very complex and difficult subject. I am literally studying 12 hours a day at University as it's a very physical subject that demands a lot of time. I don't really get a lot of time to write but when I do, I give it as much as can. Even now when I'm home for the summer, I am overrun with constant task after task, trying to stay fit for when I return to university.
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Summary: When moody, guarded Santana Lopez meets perky blind girl Brittany Pierce, she is forced to learn that seeing and loving are the same things! You just have to open your eyes to a world of possibilities. AU. Material
Disclaimer: Glee and all its characters, storylines and brilliance does not belong to me.
Chapter 34 – The Good And Welcome Change – Part 1
The morning came, crisp and still and with it, the softened chill of a day that would soon break into a complacent warmth. Outside the sun twisted endlessly in the heavens, smooth and strict in its path of movement, offering light to the stirring inhabitants of the already busy Lima. The birds sang, traffic moved, leaves swayed beneath the quiet breeze and life was present again after another night of rest.
Murmuring quietly under her breath, Santana turned in her bed, opening her eyes despite the brightness of the room to search for Brittany who lay across from her in a peaceful dreamland. She was curled up on her side, wrapped in the sheets that fell half way down her waist, exposing her upper torso. Her hair was slung across the pillow, a blonde mangle of curls that lay wild in their place. Although Santana could not see her face, she was sure that Brittany was still asleep for her body moved with ease, each casual breath long and drawn out. Santana was pleased. Whilst Brittany slept she knew that nothing could harm her.
With a smug sort of smile, Santana allowed herself the pleasure to take in the length of Brittany's perfectly shaped body. Every curve was delicate and defined. Every muscle looked strong. Her skin, soft to the touch was flawless and milky and the way her body held each controlled sleepy breath was firm, easy. Yes. This beautiful creature – this hint of sunshine was with her, sleeping beside her, breathing as she did. It was a very satisfying thought.
Something like longing stirred in the depth of Santana's loins. It was quite unbearable to withstand, not that Santana wanted to, and so ultimately, giving into her desires, she shifted across the bed to lie as close to Brittany as was physically possible. Slipping her arm up and over the young woman's waist, she used her other arm as support, lifting herself so as to peer over Brittany's shoulder. Then, when she was comfortable in her positioning, Santana leant down slowly and began to pepper soft, brushing kisses along Brittany's cheek. So beautiful, the Latina thought, nuzzling her nose here and there, trying to bury her nose into Brittany's neck so as to truly inhale her perfect and utterly mesmerising scent.
It was so relaxing to be in this moment. Santana almost wished she could shut out the world forever so she and Brittany could stay in bed and drink in one another without need of fear or shame. Lifting her head, she breathed a contented sigh and whispered tenderly into the other woman's ear.
"Wake up sleepyhead."
Brittany mumbled incoherently and rolled over onto her back and then onto her side so that her body rested into Santana's. Staring down into her lover's face, Santana felt that overwhelming tug in her womanhood again. She couldn't help it. The sight of Brittany's lips – slightly parted – was just too much for her body to withstand. She did what she had been longing to do since she'd woken that morning. She dipped her head and captured Brittany's mouth in a gentle kiss.
The pressure of Santana's touch was instant. Brittany whimpered at the intrusion but met the Latina's kiss with her own, tired and slower than usual but just as eager as she always was. She brought her hands up to brush along Santana's face, trying to draw her as close as was physically possible. Santana mirrored her actions, moving her fingers along Brittany's soft cheeks, eagerly kissing her over and over again until her body was practically pulsing with desire.
"Hmm," Brittany giggled, pulling away to catch her breath. She wriggled pleasantly beneath Santana's travelling hands as her lips moved to her neck to suck along the salty skin of her clavicle, "good morning to you too."
Moaning, Santana lifted herself up, breaking away for Brittany for a moment to look down at her. "Sorry," she said sheepishly, "but I couldn't help myself. I wanna do such bad things to you right now."
Brittany looked pleased and considerably more awake. Flushing pink, she slipped her hand beneath the sheets and slid it between Santana's legs to cup her sex hard and fast. The Latina hissed, not expecting the sudden contact, and arched her back, shivering.
"I'm not going to stop you," Brittany said with a wicked grin.
...GLEE.
Santana has been let off work for the rest of the week by Mr Figgin's who was still convinced that the ailment she supposedly had was something like bird flu instead of the "twenty four hour bug" she'd claimed to have caught as a means to get off work and spy on Brittany during her audition the previous day. Santana certainly wasn't going to complain about being given the time off. She still got paid and spending more time with Brittany was definitely an added bonus.
Two hours had passed since the pair had woken that morning and much of their time had been spent making love, everywhere and anywhere – in the shower, along the staircase, heck, even on the kitchen table. Yes, Santana thought, deep in her blissful thoughts, two hours of absolute pleasure. Now, wandering the aisles of the local grocery store, there wasn't much to be done. The sun seemed to be holding itself in the sky and people were on the move. They'd come to the store to get some things in for the barbeque but what had turned into a small shop had resulted in their buying of everything. Brittany had such a sweet tooth. She flitted here and there, filling the trolley with all kinds of junk that were most certainly not needed on their list of what to get. It made it worse that she couldn't really see what she was picking up in the first place.
"What's this San?" She queried, picking up a small brown jar and feeling its solidity with her fingers as though trying to work out what it was for herself.
"Peanut butter," Santana chuckled.
"Yes! I was hoping I'd find this," Brittany said, grinning. She slung it in the trolley triumphantly and began to skid around the aisle's again, "happy days!"
"Brittany," the Latina said in a disapproving tone of voice, "we're meant to be getting essentials."
"Right," Brittany replied seriously, "and all of this is essential."
"Sure. You're telling me that three boxes of Lucky Charms are essential?"
"Um yes! Their lucky!" Brittany said, turning her head in Santana's direction and throwing her a look of obvious irritation, as though she should've worked that out herself, as though it were the simplest thing to decipher in the world.
"Fine, fine," Santana said, holding up her hands in surrender. In truth she was amused by her girlfriend's behaviour and though she knew she would spend a fortune on all this junk today, she couldn't help but want to please her. Perhaps it was the two hours of sex they'd had that morning. It had left Santana in such a complacent mood. Damn Brittany and her beautiful, flexible and incredible body.
"So, what time are we having this barbeque tonight? I gotta let my mother know...not that I think she'll come."
"4:30pm," Santana answered. She picked up three crates of beer and four bottles of wine and placed them into the trolley. It was always best to stock up for social gatherings. Not everyone brought their own beer. She'd have to get some kind of soda too and maybe some juices to make a punch. Quinn couldn't drink right now and she'd want something refreshing and healthy on such a warm and trying day.
"I love barbeques," Brittany said enthusiastically, "are the other's coming too?"
"Yeah," Santana said, "everyone. I even invited Berry." She rolled her eyes.
Laughing, Brittany stopped and turned her face to Santana, "Rachel isn't that bad San. She's sorta sweet when you get past her loud voice."
"Yeah and everything else that makes up her tiny dwarfy body," Santana growled.
"Oh you're so grumpy," Brittany crooned with a smile. She stepped forward and slipped her arms around Santana's waist, bringing her close by cupping her hips. At the sight of her girlfriend, all giggly and playful, Santana felt her inner cold begin to melt.
"I'm not grumpy," the Latina said, half-scowling, half-smiling, "I'm just allergic to small women who belt out notes at an annoyingly high level."
"Hmm," Brittany sighed, "what am I gonna do with you?"
"If it's anything you did this morning then the grocery store might not be an appropriate place," Santana teased suggestively, "should we dump the trolley and head back home?"
Offering her girlfriend an amused smile, Brittany shook her head. "If we want to have a party full of very hungry guests then yes." She replied.
"Alright we'll stay," Santana said, leaning across to peck Brittany's mouth gently. She took the trolley from her girlfriend and began to push it around the aisles, "speaking of Rachel 'I-pass-as-a-munchkin-Berry, you might wanna have a good long chat with her tonight at some point."
"Why?"
"You'll see," Santana said, grinning. She'd only just remembered that Rachel wanted to talk to Brittany about helping out her pathetic excuse for a Glee club. Sure, it wasn't broadway but it in retrospect's it was a real job.
"Can't you tell me?" Brittany clung onto the side of the trolley like a little child, "Just a hint. Pleeeeasse."
"Nope. I don't wanna jinx it." Santana shook her head. "Just make sure you talk to her. Okay?"
"Okay," Brittany said, sounding somewhat curious and doubtful.
Smiling, Santana continued to lead the way around the grocery store. She suddenly felt a little better that Rachel was attending the party.
...GLEE.
Standing side by side in the kitchen, Santana and Brittany worked tirelessly to get things ready for the barbeque that evening. There was much to be done in the hours that would follow, even if they were minor details to a much bigger plan scheme. Santana figured if she fixed things up here and now then she wouldn't have to do so much running around later. She could merely enjoy the barbeque and the company of her family and friends.
"Are you sure you don't want me to cut up the tomatoes San?" Brittany asked as she was passed another handful of vegetables. Placing them into the already half-filled bowl, she sprinkled some vinegar sauce on top and turned to look at Santana patiently once again, keen and willing.
They were only making a simple salad but Santana would no more hand Brittany a chopping knife than jump off a cliff into shark-infested waters.
"It's okay querida," she said, grateful nonetheless for the offer, "I can manage. Could you put the wine in the refrigerator please? It needs to chill a little."
"Sure." Brittany felt along the counter for the wine. When her fingers landed on the bottles she carefully took them one by one and started to place them in the refrigerator, humming under her breath as she did so. Santana turned her head to watch her girlfriend. Her body was buzzing at the very sight of her. She was so beautiful.
"So," the Latina cleared her throat, trying to fight of the desire to attack the blonde up against the wall, "did you get hold of your mother?"
"Yeah," Brittany replied, "she didn't seem all that enthusiastic about coming tonight but I told her she had to. She's gotta start making an effort Santana."
"She's gotta start getting used to the idea of us being together."
Brittany laughed, "do you think that's even possible?"
"It might be one day," Santana said and then added sarcastically, "in an alternate universe."
"Well at least Hallie's on our side. She's still trying to talk Mom around but I guess it's not really on the cards. Mom's just stubborn."
"Maybe if she sees how comfortable my parents are with me."
"Maybe. If we're lucky."
"We'll just have to see," Santana said, "though I'm not gonna lie, it'll be a pretty interesting party if my family has anything to say in the matter." Licking her bottom lip anxiously, she spoke gently. "You know you'll always be welcome with us, right Britt? No matter what your mother says."
Closing the refrigerator door, Brittany nodded and smiled, looking dejected. "I know." She said and before Santana could try and ease some of that unhappiness out of her, she took Santana in her arms and silenced her unspoken words of comfort with a soft kiss.
...GLEE.
Gazing around at the open space of her wide back yard, Santana felt something like satisfaction stir in her chest. Some smooth jazz song that she couldn't quite identify was playing gently overhead and the scent of hotdogs and other meaty substances filled the atmosphere, deliciously tantalizing as they sizzled on the red barbeque stand at the far end of the patio. Tables and chairs were set about at random, their spaces taken up by guests who were either sitting to chat or helping themselves to the delicious snacks that were set upon them.
The yard was, without a doubt, filled to the brim with guests. This pleased Santana greatly. Her friends were all in attendance and her family had already arrived. Now all that was needed was for Brittany's family to turn up. Santana wasn't sure she wanted Mrs Pierce to tag along with Hallie who was always welcome at her house. She feared her presence would bring about some sort of awkward tension to the positive ambience. Oh well...there was only so much she could do. Santana just hoped the barbeque would go off without a hitch.
Walking through the crowds, Santana located her parents and Brittany who were all standing together, talking enthusiastically. When she approached, she slipped her arm around Brittany's waist and kissed her cheek. Rafael and Maria Lopez smiled at the affectionate interaction between the women, looking delighted.
"So, what do you think?" Santana asked them, taking a sip from her glass of wine, "I reckon it's going well, right?"
"Absolutely. You throw a wonderful party. Everyone seems to be enjoying themselves." Rafael nodded his head in approval.
"Thanks. Where are Aunt Nina and Bertie?" Santana queried.
"Bertie's playing," Maria replied, pointing towards the bottom of the garden where Santana's cousin could be seen, running around with the other children, "and you're Aunts over there," she then proceeded to point over to the tables across from them, "she's been chatting up that lovely looking gentlemen for the last thirty minutes. He doesn't seem to be discouraging her either." Maria chuckled. Santana was more than surprised to see Nina flirting with Mr Simmons, one of her neighbours from down the road. It was true what Maria said. He seemed to be responding to her touches, and laughing along to whatever she was saying quite enthusiastically.
"It's good for Nina," Rafael commented.
"Very," Maria agreed.
"God, you two get more and more like a married couple every time I see you," Santana laughed rolling her eyes, "it's creepy."
"I've no doubt you and Brittany are the same mija," Maria said teasingly.
"Not that I'm aware of," Santana said.
In that moment, Brittany's phone buzzed, informing her that she had a text. Taking it from her pocket, she said, "sorry, can I just take this for a second?" She pressed a button and brought the device up to her ear so that she could hear the text being recited to her. A few seconds passed of her listening and then she switched it off and placed it back in her pocket. "That was Hallie. My Mom and her will be here in about an hour's time."
"Oh wonderful," Rafael said, "Maria has been awfully excited to meet Mrs Pierce."
"Don't be so sure of that yet," Brittany laughed, "my mother is...well...unusual."
"Nonsense," Maria said, dismissing Brittany's comment with her hand, "we can't wait."
Santana giggled nervously, "well, we'll see. Um...Mama, Papa, could I steal Brittany away from you for a while?" A soft melodious ballad had just ended a rather speedy Katy Perry song and she wanted nothing more than to pull Brittany into her arms and dance for a while, with some of the other couples who were moving on the patio.
"By all means," Maria answered.
"Thank," Santana said and taking her girlfriends hand, she began to lead her over to the patio space.
"Where are we going?" Brittany asked.
"I just want some time with you," Santana said and stopping in the centre of the other dancers, she pulled Brittany close into her arms and very gently began to sway them back and forth. Brittany seemed to understand what Santana was doing for a second later she looped her arms around her neck, smiled softly and allowed herself to be swayed.
"You are the most incredible person I know Santana Lopez," she said.
"Oh I can't argue there," Santana said, grinning, "I am pretty amazing."
"And so modest too," Brittany joked.
Licking her lips, Santana sighed, "what are we gonna do if your mother causes a fuss today?"
"I don't know," Brittany answered with a shrug of her shoulders, "we just have to hope she doesn't."
"It sounds stupid but the idea that Hallie will be here makes me feel a little more at ease," Santana said.
Brittany leant forward and pressed her lips to the Latina's forehead, sighing against her skin lovingly. "I know how scary it is but she'll come around eventually. We love each other. It's not gonna change."
"I know," Santana said.
"Then stop fretting before it's even happened," Brittany ordered her, "just dance with me. Enjoy this moment before we've had the next."
Santana chuckled. "You're so smart, you know that right?"
Brittany grinned, "I've been told!"
...GLEE.
A few songs had passed and Santana and Brittany found themselves wandering over to the deck chairs where their friends all sat in a cluster, talking animatedly together. Quinn, Blaine and Tina were discussing their college years, speaking with great excitement about all the parties they'd attended and the boy they'd dated. Kurt was sitting back in his chair, reading a magazine quietly to himself, oblivious to what was going on around him. Rachel appeared to be sleeping, a blessing in Santana's case. Finn and Puck were testing one another's testosterone in a competitive arm-wrestle. They were being cheered on by Mercedes, Mike and Artie and it became quite apparent that Mercedes and Artie had money on who might win. Santana's bet would be on Puck who looked much stronger than Finn.
"Hi guys," Quinn called out as Santana and Brittany reached the table, "we were wondering when you two would head over. Come and sit." She patted one of the empty deck chairs next to her own. Both Santana and Brittany took one each.
"Getting big there Quinn," Santana sniggered, "eating too much?"
"Oh ha ha!" Quinn said poking her tongue out at Santana, "always the joker. Besides, Noah loves my baby bump. He thinks it sexy."
"Yeah but Puck will say and do anything to get you into pants," Tina said laughing.
"He doesn't have to try very hard to succeed," Quinn winked at them, "how do you think I got pregnant in the first place?"
The women and Blaine burst out into a gaggle of laughter, all enjoying the play and teasing.
"What are you lot all tittering about?" Puck asked. He looked very pleased with himself indeed which indicated to Santana that he had most likely won the arm-wrestle, just as she predicted. He came and sat beside Quinn, kissing her shoulder as he made himself comfortable.
"Your manhood," Blaine answered.
"Well my manhood is in perfect working order as you can see," Puck said in a smug tone of voice, patting Quinn's ever-swelling stomach.
"Hmm," Quinn said with pursed lips, "and so is your swollen ego."
"I know right?" Santana laughed, "guys like you only help in my reasoning as to why I'm a lesbian Puck."
"Oh come on, I'm pretty damn fine if you ask me." Puck raised his arms over his head, showing off his muscles. Tina and Mercedes 'oohed' dramatically.
"Well I'd take a woman over you any day," Santana said.
"Yeah, I agree. Besides, my girl is hot." Brittany kissed Santana's neck tenderly.
Swelling with pride, Santana sank back into her deck chair and contented herself with listening to the sounds of her friend's banter, of how they teased each other and indulged in talk of every subject. Closing her eyes, the Latina smiled at the sound of Quinn's soft melodic laughter or Finn's deep replies. It was Brittany's voice however that stirred her senses most intensely. Her ear immediately tuned into the way Brittany spoke. She listened to how her words were filled with a genuine smile and how the blonde seemed to be so comfortable in her environment. Listening in this way, not seeing but trying to feel and sense how her friend's felt was, for Santana, like dipping into Brittany's very own reality. No sight could help her understand how the world was still turning. No. It was only sensing and hearing with the deepest contours of her soul that she could comprehend what living was about. It was a terrifying notion to the suddenly drowsy brunette and yet, it was the most beautiful thing she'd ever tasted in her life for it was as close to Brittany as she ever felt she could get.
Opening her eyes again, Santana felt herself return to the real world. She looked around at her friends and smiled. Puck and Quinn were now canoodling in the same deck chair whilst trying to keep in conversation with Finn and Mercedes. Mike had dragged a reluctant Tina onto the patio to dance. Artie was trying to sway Kurt's attention away from his magazine, something that Kurt seemed to be set against and Blaine and Brittany were deep in a heated debate about, of all subjects, Brittany Spears.
"They're a noisy bunch huh Santana?" At the sound of the voice opposite her, Santana turned and found Rachel awake and lifting herself up a little in her chair. She yawned softly and fanned herself with her hand, "how long have I been sleeping for?"
"Not long," Santana replied, "how's it going Berry?"
"Well I can't complain," Rachel said, "how are you feeling? Principal Figgins told me you were ill but then again, perhaps that's a lie. You're well enough to throw a barbeque party after all." Rachel sounded disapproving.
Rolling her eyes Santana said, "I'm playing hooky for a day or two. You aren't gonna be a complete douche and snitch on me are you?"
"I wouldn't dream of it," Rachel exclaimed, "though you should be very much ashamed of yourself Santana."
"I'll live with the consequences." Santana's answer was short with a bite. Rachel ignored her and turned to look at Brittany who was completely oblivious of the conversation going on between her girlfriend and the other woman.
"I've been hoping to catch Brittany alone for a few moments. Do you think we could step into the house and talk? I've still not found someone who I feel is satisfactory enough to coach my Glee club into Nationals. I'd still like her to try out."
Santana was more than pleased that Rachel had been the one to suggest talking with Brittany. After the disaster that was yesterday's events, she no longer wanted to feel as though she were prying into Brittany's search for work and if she had mentioned it to Rachel instead of the other way around, she would've felt as though she were doing just that.
"If you just let Brittany know," Santana said gesturing to the blonde, "I'm sure she'll be happy to oblige."
"Thanks," Rachel said and with that, she stood, stretched and made her way over to Brittany and Blaine. Santana watched, but could not see what she muttered to Brittany. A moment later, the blonde nodded, stood and using Rachel's arm for support, allowed herself to be led around the corner and in, most likely, through to the back door to the house.
Santana found herself crossing her fingers in vain hope. Rachel Berry might just solve Brittany's problem of unemployment and what a wonderful thing that would be indeed.
...GLEE.
"Well hello there stranger," Aunt Nina exclaimed as Santana slathered a great dollop of mustard on her hotdog – a long awaited snack that had taken far too long to get to, thanks to all the guests who had stopped her to compliment her on such a good party.
"Hi Auntie. Where's Mr Simmons then?" Santana smirked.
"Mr Simmons? Oh you mean Nigel," Nina said turning pink, "we've said our goodbyes for now. Bertie was hungry so I thought we'd come and get a burger or something."
Bertie stuck his head around his mothers back, grinning widely. Taking a bite of her hotdog, Santana handed the little one the rest with a reluctant sigh. "Here buddy. I'll probably regret eating it so you might as well have it."
"Thanks Sanny," Bertie replied.
"So Auntie, how did you find my neighbour then?" Santana wriggled her eyebrows suggestively, "hot stuff huh?"
"Oh don't embarrass me Santana," Nina scolded gently, "you know nothing will happen between us. He lives here, I live in Myrtle Beach and well...it's not all that worth it anyway. Where's Brittany?"
"Job interview."
"What? She's left the party?"
"No," Santana replied, "she's in the house with a friend of mine. If all goes well Brittany might just have a job by the end of the day."
Nina smiled, "well that's great. The girl deserves some good luck."
"Yeah if Rachel has any sense at all she'll take her on. Anyway, enough about me," the Latina said, "when are you heading home?"
"Tomorrow I think. It depends on what your parents are doing," Nina said.
"I'm glad you all came to visit," Santana said. She set her hand on her Aunts arm, trying to convey how much the woman meant to her, "I've missed you all so much. Especially Bertie." She looked down at her cousin who was beaming shyly back at her.
"We've missed you too sweetheart," Nina said, "but you know we're never too far away from you, no matter where you are."
"I know."
"Um...Santana," Rachel had suddenly appeared beside Aunt Nina, "we're finished now. Brittany's still in the house. She wants to see you."
"Oh...okay," Santana said uncertainly. She couldn't tell from looking at Rachel's face whether the news was good or bad and all questions died on her lips the instant the dwarf had made her presence known. Turning to Nina she said, "do you mind?"
"No its fine." Aunt Nina wrapped Santana up in her arms for a split second and then with that, Santana all but floated to the house, barely existing as she made her way to the woman whom, by all means, she loved more than life could possibly describe. Her heart was pounding. She couldn't imagine what would happen if Brittany didn't have the job. She didn't think Brittany would be able to take another rejection and somehow, neither could she.
Entering the house, Santana moved through the kitchen and into the living room. Brittany was there waiting for her, sitting on the sofa with her hands cupped around her mouth, deep in thought.
Santana felt too scared to move. Brittany looked pale, eyes wide and glazed over. Her shoulders kind of shook in a way that said she was nervous...or maybe upset...or maybe excited but then Santana didn't really know. She couldn't tell. Stepping into the room, she cleared her throat. Brittany's eyes travelled up to where the Latina stood.
It was quite impossible to describe how long they may have been there – one sitting and the other standing in silence. Santana would remember it in years to come as a quick yet very painful experience...waiting...wanting...desperate for an answer. How long it all felt.
Eventually, swallowing, she said, "did you...I mean...what happened?"
Brittany's words were soft and surprised. "I'm hired." She said quietly.
"What?"
Smiling, Brittany said it again, "I'm hired! I'm hired!"
"Oh my God, really?" Santana could hardly believe what she was hearing.
"Yes!" Brittany said loudly. She stood and rushed at Santana with a gush of breath. She thrust her up against the wall. Santana cried out as her spine crashed into the surface with some force but Brittany immediately silenced her gasp with a kiss. It was like a race of some sorts. The women giggled and nipped at each other, trying to tear one another's clothes off, completely forgetting about the many guests that they had just outside the door. Santana shoved her tongue into Brittany's mouth, delighting how Brittany responded clumsily.
"You taste like mustard," Brittany managed to murmur as her tongue fought against Santana's. The dancers hand already slid beneath the waist band of Santana's shorts, wanting to feel and rub the heated flesh that rested below.
Who knows what might've happened between the pair in that moment but their celebration was cut short by the sudden hesitant cough of someone just within the kitchen. Wrenching themselves apart, terrified by whom had caught them, Santana turned to find a very horrified Mrs Pierce standing in their wake and behind her, a mere few steps away, Hallie, who was looking at her shoes with incredible interest.
"Are we interrupting something?"
Sorry it's cut off with a cliff-hanger but you're gonna have to wait. I've started writing the next chapter. Review please and let me know what you think.