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Bold-Flashback

All weekend my texts go unanswered. What the hell happened? I thought everything was fine when we left dinner. It's Sunday night around 9pm when I get a text from Brittany saying that she was sorry for not responding to me over the weekend, she was just not feeling well and that she was not going to need a ride tomorrow. I asked Brittany if there was anything I could do to help, did she need me to run to the store to get her some medication? But those texts no have gone unanswered.

Monday

This not seeing or talking to Brittany is a real pain. It feels like I am forgetting to do something. The morning was weird not seeing her, getting coffee together and just chatting. Maybe that is why I am on edge this morning with the staff and some of the parents. The day just dragged on. I look at the clock and it is ten after seven, "shit" I say to myself, since I didn't have to bring Brittany home, I just stayed over an hour at work without thinking about it. I gather my things and get in my car for the lonely ride home. About 10 minutes into my drive I notice a blonde haired woman walking down the sidewalk, it looks like my blonde haired woman ( well not mine but you know what I mean). I slowly pull up beside her and roll down my window.

"Britt, what's going on? Why are you walking home from what looks like from work?"

She stops to look at me with a sad look on her face and responds with, "Santana, I don't think we should be seeing each other anymore." Brittany drops this bomb and continues to walk down the sidewalk wiping what looks to be a tear from her pale cheek.

I put my hazard lights on and get out of the car to run to her side. I pull lightly on her forearm to stop her from walking away and ask her what happened, why did she feel this way? She started to cry and fell into my chest. I guide her back to my car and tell her that I will drive us to the nearby park to talk.

We get to the park and I shut the car off so we can have a chat. I asked her why she doesn't want to see me anymore. Was there something that I did to make her feel this way? This is when Brittany finally looks into my eyes and tells me that she feels that I am too good for her, that I have all these wonderful things, an important job, a beautiful home and car and that she doesn't have anything to contribute to a relationship. She comes from nothing, has to take care of her little brother, her mother is in jail for drugs,she never knew her father and is going nowhere because she never finished her degree. She told me that when I brought her to my house last week she realized that we came from 2 different worlds and thought that if we continued dating, she would just bring me down. She told me that her mother has been trying to contact her and it is stressing her out so much because she doesn't want to see or talk to her but her mother is insisting that she bring Brett to see her. (Was this what Quinn was concerned about the other day?) I let this beautiful woman in front of me finish what she was saying. When I thought she was done I wiped the tears off her cheeks and told her that I don't care about what her parents did or did not do, the fact that she has to take care of her brother (I told her that I really like that about her and that I really like Brett), or that she didn't finish school. I told her that I like her, for her. The way that she cares for her brother, how dedicated she is to her job and how she has embraced Ms. Murphy as part of her family. I pointed to her heart and I told her that I care about that. She started to cry and I told her that she couldn't get rid of me without a fight. After a few more minutes of her spilling her guts I asked her if I could take her home now. Brittany agreed and I took her home. When I pulled into the driveway, Brett was outside practicing his drills and Ms. Murphy gave me a smile and a head nod. The way Ms. Murphy was looking at me right now, I think she knew what went down between Brittany and I. I rolled down my window and yelled over to Brett " Looking like a star there, Brett". This kid seemed so happy to hear that he ran over to the car and greeted me with a big hello and asked if I wanted to play with him a bit. Brittany chimed in and told him that it was late and that she promised him his favorite Mac n Cheese for dinner tonight.

"Mac n Cheese huh? Wow what a lucky guy you are Brett. Mac n Cheese is one of my favs"

"Can you stay for dinner? Brittany always makes too much" Brett tells me. I saw the panic in Brittany's eyes so I politely declined stating that it was a little late and I had to go home. I wink at Brittany and she just mouths a thank you. After that heart to heart I had with Brittany I don't want anything to jeopardize anything. So I went over to her, asked if I could give her a ride to work tomorrow and she nodded her head yes. I opened my arms for a hug and she walked right in for a very tight hug. I wished everyone a good night and made my way home.

Later that night.

It's around 10pm and I can not sleep. I am still not clear what Brittany and I are. Not thinking I would get a response I text Brittany anyway.

To Britt-Britt: I have been thinking all night about what you said in the car earlier and I just want you to know that I would love nothing more to see where this thing between us goes. I am pulled to you by some bigger force, I can't explain it. I don't care about what you do for work, where you live or any of that. I just care about who you are as a person and what I see so far is someone I really like and want to spend more time with. I just wanted to get that off my chest. See you in the AM.

A minute later I received a message.

From Britt-Britt: Go on a date with me on Saturday?

Without hesitation I responded to her.

To Britt-Britt: Absolutely. Just give me a time and place.

From Britt-Britt: We will talk tomorrow about it. Night Night Sanny

To Britt-Britt: Night

I know that I have to do everything in my power to show this woman that she is enough for me.

Tuesday Morning-Santana's office

"Hey Puck, what brings you by?" I say still looking at my computer screen

"Good news, my buddy Paul, you know Paul. They guy last year that tried hitting on you at the bar we went to for my birthday?" I nod and laugh telling him to go on. "Well I told him about your truck situation and he said that he is willing to start on it on Thursday and depending on what is wrong with it can be finished in 2-4 weeks."

"Okay, good! Tell him it's a go! I want this truck to be perfect for Brittany." I tell him.

"You got it! Oh sooo, where is Emma? Have you talked to her yet? You know that "good word" that you were going to put in for me if I helped you out."

"Puck?"

"Yeah?"

"Get the fuck out of here, I am working, I'll talk to you later. But thanks for taking care of that for me."

"What are bros for? Later!"

All I can do is shake my head at how nuts Puck is but I do have to say that he is a really good friend.

I am sitting by myself in the break room eating my lunch because eating alone in my office everyday gets old, waiting for others to join. I am thinking back to the conversation that Brittany and I had this morning about this date that she asked me on.

Flashback

"Hey San, how do you feel about coming over to my house on Saturday afternoon? Brett is going to his teammates' house for a sleepover after his game and I was wondering if you wanted to come to the game and come back to my place after?."

"I would like that very much. Just let me know what time to pick you guys up for his game."

SATURDAY MORNING-Brittany's POV

"BRETT?!?! Are you picking up your room?" I scream up the stairs to the third floor where Brett has his own little loft.

"Yes, B! God what the heck, it's not like you guys are going to hang out in my room, relax!"

I yelled up the stairs again to let him know that he had only 30 minutes to finish up his room and get ready for his game before Santana picks us up. I am super nervous right now. I mean I have known Santana for about a month now but she still makes me nervous, but having her in our space is a little scary. Brett and I definitely don't live in a run down, dilapidated house or anything but it is nothing compared to what Santana lives in. I can't believe how amazing her house is, it can be really intimidating. Santana has been nothing but amazing since I have known her, she is sweet, caring, attentive and absolutely breathtaking. I am so happy that she decided to give me another shot after what I did the other week by trying to push her away.

Santana and I are on the sidelines of Brett's soccer game watching him kick ass. Every so often I would glance to my side and notice Santana really into the game, yelling and cheering for Brett. My feelings for her have only grown the more that I am around her, she always seems to have an interest in Brett and my life and I really appreciate her for factoring him into our situation. The game was over and Brett scored 2 goals and had 3 assists. This kid is going to go far with soccer, I am hopeful that he can get into a good college. Santana and I grab Brett's bag for his sleepover and send him off with his friends. I turned to Santana and asked her if she was ready to leave. We ended up getting back to my place and after a brief tour, decided to watch a movie before I made dinner. I can not focus on this damn movie, we are sitting on the couch and I can feel her leg touching mine the entire time and she is the only thing that I can concentrate on. I decided I am going to be brave and grab her hand. She turns to me, smiles and squeezes my hand back. Boy her hand is soft. I turn back to the movie to try to catch up but something seems to catch my attention. I turned my head and noticed that Santana was looking at me.

"Are you enjoying the movie San?" I ask

"I'm really not into this movie right now" she tells me

"Okay, I can turn it off and start dinner." I start to get up off the couch and Santana softly grabs my wrist to pull me back down.

"How about we just talk for a bit?" She asks me.

"Sure San we can talk. What do you want to talk about?" I ask her

"It's not really that I want to have a conversation with you, I just really want to ask you a question." she says

"Go ahead" I say to her wondering why she is acting so strange.

" Can I kiss you?" She says with a timid look on her face.

I smile and scoot closer to her and tell her "Come here"

Santana and I have been on the couch for what seems like hours, making out and I am over the moon. Her lips are so big, so soft and luscious and I can't seem to get enough. We finally come up for air when I hear her "wow, that was amazing". She tells me and that we should slow down a little bit.

"I don't want to rush anything with you Britt. I never felt this way about anyone before and I don't want to ruin what we are working on by going too fast." I tell Santana that I feel the same way that she does and that I have been meaning to ask her a question too.

"Santana I uh was wondering if you would be my girlfriend? That is only if you want, we don't have to put a label on things, I just wanted you to know that I am not seeing anyone else and you just told me you wantedus to go slow and I didn't know if that only meant sexually" My rambling gets stoppped with a deep kiss. " I would love nothing more than to call you my girlfriend, '' she tells me. Right now I AM floating.

The rest of the night was drinking wine on the couch after having my famous ( in Brett's mind) Mac n cheese since it is such a quick and easy thing for me to make so I wouldn't take too much time away from my date. At around midnight, Santana yawned and told me that she thinks it's about time to go home. I knew she only lived like 15 minutes away but she had been drinking and seemed really tired so I told her that she could stay the night in my room and I would stay in Brett's.

Santana is a lot smaller than me, in height and weight so finding comfy clothes for her to sleep in was a very easy task. She looks so fucking cute right now in my sweats. I get her set up in my room and shut the light off, I wish her a good night and I hear her call my name.

"Britt?

"Yeah?"

" Can you stay with me, just to sleep?" If that was not the cutest fucking thing ever. So of course I would jump at the chance to stay in the same bed as her. I just nod and make my way over to the bed. I slip under the covers and I am immediately hit with "her" scent. Man I could get used to this, I think to myself.