Author's Note: In response to Whippet16 Sorry ! :/ I wanted him to say something but I didn't know how people from England said hello! Hee Hee ! I tried !

Brittany's POV

"And so we finally meet." Santana said with a smile, her beautiful dimples sparkling in the mid-afternoon sun.

"Yes, we do." I tried my best to keep my composure as I looked into her eyes, but I was finding it very difficult.

"So, who are these random people behind you?"

I had forgotten there was anyone else near me.

"Oh, they don't matter really. They're just my dance class, but that girl over there..." I pointed at Quinn, "Is my best friend, come on I'll introduce you."

I grabbed her hand without thinking but she didn't resist, she took it and let me guide her towards Quinn who was talking with Ms. Jones about Sam for what seemed to be the worst conversation Ms. Jones has ever experienced.

"Hello, Brittany." Ms. Jones said as we walked up.

"Hello Ms. Jones. This is Santana Lopez, my pen pal. Santana this is Ms. Jones, my dance teacher and this is Quinn Fabray my best friend."

"Hola." She said with a sense of disgust in her throat.

"Hi." Quinn responded.

"How do you like Ohio so far?"
"It's nice." She answered.
"Better than Mexico?" I asked.

"Never." She said with a smile.

"Well, come on, I'll drive you to your hotel."

"Fine with me, lead the way."

Santana's POV

I followed her back to my suitcase, she took it without me saying anything and we made her way to her car. I didn't say goodbye to Maria, she was too deep in conversation with Finn to have noticed I was gone anyway. When we approached Brittany's car I felt my stomach give way and my head begin to spin...I was going to be alone for who knows how long with Brittany. I don't think I'm ready for that just yet, but what choice did I have? She was already putting the key into the car door.

"Nice car." I said with a sly smile.
"My dad gave it to me as a birthday present." She said stuffing my suitcase into the backseat, "Come on."

I got into the passenger seat as she stuck the key into the ignition and we were on the road. She stopped at a red light and put a CD into the CD player. I looked out the window and took in my surroundings; it took me a minute to realize that the voice coming from her speakers was mine.

"You made a CD with my voice?" I asked shocked.

"I know it seems really creepy but..."

"No, not creepy at all...Actually I listen to your songs every night."

"Really?"

"Yeah..."

I felt my face go hot and I turned my attention back to the window. I had said too much and I hadn't even been in Ohio long enough. Why was I exposing myself to her? She was just going to use me like a throw rug anyway...right? She didn't care about me or anything I did, all she cared about was...

"Why did you stop?" I asked her.
"You seemed hungry."

"How do you figure I was hungry?"

"You told me that when you get hungry you avoid eye contact and become quiet."

"I...I can't believe you remembered that..."

"I remember everything you say..."

Brittany's POV

How dumb did I sound? 'I remember everything you say' she must think I'm some creepy Internet pen pal or something. I sighed heavily to myself as we got out of the car.

"Breadstix" She said looking at the glowing neon sign.

"Yup."

"You told me about this place in our chat rooms...I expected it to be a little bit more..."

"Homey." I said finishing her sentence.

She turned and smiled at me, "Exactly."

We walked inside and took a seat in the booth. She slid in front of me and grabbed her menu and eyed it. As I watched her engage in her menu I eyed her profile for the first time up-close. She had beautiful tanned skin that seemed to shine in the dim lighting. She wore black eye shadow with not too much blush, her cheeks seemed natural and smooth. She smelled of vanilla perfume; her nails were long and painted white, a nice clean pink bow sat on the top of her head while her beautiful jet black hair flowed behind her. She wore a leather jacket with a white tank underneath; tight blue jeans that supported her waist perfectly that left the mind wondering what all her body hid. To sum it up: Santana Lopez was drop dead gorgeous.

Santana's POV

I could feel her eyes on me as I looked over the menu, I tried my best to keep my composure, but I couldn't help but smirk to myself behind my menu.

"No need for a menu?" I asked her, dropping the menu to eye her.

"Nope, I know this place like the back of my hand."

"Well then..." I put down my menu entirely, "What do you suggest?"

"Hmmm..." She thought for a moment, "The pasta, it's amazing."

"Pasta, huh?" I lifted back up the menu and eyed the pasta section of the menu.

"You don't trust me?" She asked with a frown that made me smirk a little.

"I didn't say I didn't..."

"You didn't say you did either. Trust me; the pasta is the way to go. The chicken pasta actually..." I eyed her, "If you don't like it, I'll eat it and you can just order something else."

"Sounds fair." I shrugged.

Once the waitress had come and took our order there wasn't much conversation between us. It seemed that the most conversation we had was on the Internet. Brittany shifted in her seat and rubbed her left hand to her right arm.

"Are you cold?" I asked her.

"Just a little bit, they always have the air up too high in this place."

Without thinking I took off my leather jacket and handed it to her.

"Then you'll be cold." She insisted.

"No I won't, trust me. Take it."

"Now I'm the one who has to trust you..." She smiled and I returned it.

"Trust is the number one key to friendship right?"

Did I really just say that again? Friendship, the F word. Ugh.

I felt my face go hot but she said nothing on the subject, she took my jacket and draped it around her.

"Perfect fit." I said with a smile.

Brittany's POV

The feel of Santana's jacket around my shoulders made me feel like apart of her. I could smell her fragrance seeping through the jacket onto my own bare skin, I felt a chill down my spine as I took in the smell of her.

The waitress returned with our meals and we resumed our quiet demeanor to each other as we ate. I felt myself smile with satisfaction as she wolfed down her pasta without much of a glance up.

"Told ya so." I said looking at her as I broke a breadstick in half.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah."

"It helps to trust me."

"It helps to trust me too; I see you're no longer shaking."

I looked down at her jacket and smiled.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah."