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Brittany's POV

I heard the faint sounds of a clap as the music died out. I looked into the audience and smiled to myself as I saw Santana making her way towards me. Which only made me grow nervous...I hope I didn't mess up in front of her.

"You were amazing." She began, coming up the stage steps towards me.

"You think so?"

"Yes, you were...I don't know...What's the word? Breathtaking."

I blushed with embarrassment as I grabbed water and took a seat on the stage floor. She sat beside me.

"Is it noon?" I asked her.

"No, actually eleven-thirty."

"Oh..."

"I was just really tired of sitting in the hotel, especially with Maria's snoring."

"Haha! I understand. Well since we're here, want to give it a shot?" She looked lost, "We do have a dance number to do, remember...?"

"Right."

I lent out my hand to her and she took it.

"Okay, I'm going to try a few steps." I said, "Just for warm-ups."

"Okay..."

She watched me as I played the song and danced around her. Once fast and the second time slow for her to watch me more closely.

"Think you got it?"

"I think..."

She did the same steps I did but messed up the last part.

"Close, just put your hips into it more."

"Like this?" She moved her hips to the beat of the music.

"Close..." I came up behind her and put my hands on her waist and moved her hips with it. I could smell her perfume as it encompassed my nose. Her body felt warm against mine, we were so close that I felt my lips quiver with wanting to taste her sweet lips...

Santana's POV

...She was so close behind me. Her body was warm and it made my heart beat faster. I knew she wanted to kiss me, I could feel it. Her breathing became slower and steady; I turned to face her slowly. We looked into each other's eyes. This was it...The big moment...We moved closer, I could smell her more specifically now. She smelled strangely of sweat and Dove soap. My hands gripped her waist now, our breath steady and anxious. Everything felt right...

"Santana!"

We jerked apart quickly as Maria made her way towards me. I felt myself growing hot with anger at her; she had no idea what she had just done.

"What?" I called back to her, quickly glancing at Brittany who seemed to be eyeing the curtains behind her.

"I've been looking for you for over an hour!" She barked.

"I told you I was practicing with Brittany today. We have to practice our number, Maria...How did you even know where I was?"

"Asked around...Mostly Quinn."

"You asked Quinn?" Brittany turned her attention to Maria now.

"Yes, I asked her. I don't know you Brittany and I don't trust you either. Who knows what tricks you have planned with my best friend?"

"No tricks." Brittany started folding her arms across her chest, "We were just practicing that's all. Shouldn't you be practicing too?"

"I should..." Maria glanced down at her shoes, "Finn said he'd meet me here, I'm waiting on him."

"Could you wait outside then?" I asked her. She looked offended. "This is our practice, Maria. No one can see our dance until they have to. Just saying."

"Fine, whatever." Maria marched out of the concert hall slamming the door behind her. I turned to look at Brittany, who had made her way towards the stereo.

"Um...Want to pick up where we left off?" I asked her.

"No..." She said turning dials on the stereo.

"Wh-why not?"

"Uh..." She seemed nervous.

"Calm down, look I know what just happened and..."

"Nothing happened." She corrected.

"No, true, but you were about to..."

"No, I wasn't." She was walking fast now. She had grabbed the stereo and was walking down the stage steps.

"What do you mean you weren't?" I marched after her, "You were about to..."

"Listen, Santana, I...Uh...Maybe this was a bad idea."

"What?" I was hurt. I could feel the tears beginning to fall.

"I'm sorry, I just...I just don't know what I was thinking when I agreed to be your pen pal."

She began to walk away but I grabbed her.

"Brittany, if you want to pretend what just happened didn't happen I'm okay with that. Really. Don't run out because of it. It's not like you..."

"You don't know me, Santana."

"I don't know you?"
"We spent a month on the Internet, that's it. You don't know me."

Her words stung. I felt like I knew her. I felt like I knew her better than I knew myself.

"Is that really how you feel, Brittany? That I don't know you at all?"

Brittany's POV

No. That wasn't how I felt, that wasn't how I felt at all. I knew she knew me and she was right, running out isn't really my thing. But what was I going to do? We almost kissed for crying out loud! I just want a dance partner again, without connections or feelings. Just a dance partner.

"I just want a dance partner." I finally said, "Nothing more. Just a dance partner."

She looked hurt, "Just a dance partner, huh?"

"Yes..." I sighed.

"Fine, let's get to practicing then." She grabbed the stereo from my hands and walked towards the stage.

Even as she clicked on the music and tried to do the dance I taught her, I felt my stomach tighten. I had made a big mistake in my reaction and there was no coming back from it.