AN: Are people still enjoying Brittana fanfic? Also, I had a anonymous request to write a prompt. I'm not sure when I got the message but I tried my best to tackle the request. It's more serious than how I usually write so a little bit of feedback would be nice. It's called Neglect - A Brittany Prompt, if ya'll are interested. I haven't had many hits on it so I just want to get it out there. Feel free to post it on your Tumblr if you like ; ) I'd appreciate it. With that said, let I'll Be Here commence.

Brittany POV

"Sam!"

Brittany bursts out the door, happy to see her best friend. His arms are open awaiting her to crash into them. She gives him a tight hug and as she's about to pull away, he hangs on for just a moment longer.

They talk for a few seconds and Brittany really wants for Sam to come into the building so she can show him around and maybe introduce him to a few of her best students and possibly the super cool one from New York.

Sam reaches into his pocket and pulls something out. She squints at his fist and when he opens his fingers he reveals the ring her parents gave her when she went to her very first dance recital out of town by herself. The recital went very well and since that day she always brought the ring with her whenever she had a recital, competition, or went out of town for something dance related for good luck. It was a simple ring with a tiny sapphire in the center embedded into the band. She had left it at Sam's when she went over a couple days before camp to bake cookies. She didn't want to get dough in it so she took it off and left it in the corner of Sam's counter for safe keeping. She considered long and hard before calling him one day to ask him to bring it over for her when she was unhappy that Breanne wasn't the assistant she had been hoping for. She figured the ring would change her luck and maybe Breanne wouldn't be such a bitch anymore. He was more than happy to oblige.

She slips the ring onto her finger and thanks her bestie. He gives her a smile. "See anything different about me?" He asks.

"Yeah, you have bug or a stain or something on your face," she chuckles.

"Hey! I'm working on something new okay? It's not fully grown out yet."

Brittany lifts her hand and pushes his chin upwards to examine his new goatee.

"It sure is different," she says. "You look older."

"More mature? More manly?" He asks corrects her with a smug look.

"Well, you need to groom it better because you have two pieces of hair that are longer than the rest," she tilts her head to the side and tugs on one of the hairs on the side of his upper lip.

She laughs at him again and asks if he wants a tour of the dorm but as she turns towards the doors she sees Santana walking away with her head lowered. Was Santana waiting this whole time? A feeling of sadness and guilt washes over her.

"On second thought, maybe next time when we have more time, I should get some work done before my class tomorrow."

"Oh, okay," Sam looks a little bummed out at the reversal of the invitation.

"Come by next Wednesday," Brittany says with a smile on her face to cheer him up, "I'll get more work done so I can give you the grand tour and we can hang in my room. It's pretty awesome. I even have a little kitchenette I have been dying to try out; maybe we can cook something!" she says excitedly.

"It's a date!" Sam says excitedly.

She quirks an eye brow at him and her lips are unsmiling.

"Bestie-date!" Sam says after he clears his throat.

"Bestie-date," Brittany repeats and gives him another hug and thanks him once again before heading back into the building.

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The days pass and things are looking better for Brittany. Her class is a lot more behaved than she expected them to be. In fact, most of the participants are relatively respectful and they follow her strict orders with hardly any attitude. Of course, there are a few here and there that get distracted or are trying to show off skills they don't have, but on the whole, they're all good people. Her only issue is Breanne and three other girls that Breanne seems to be getting along very well with; a little too well. She is more of a distraction to them than she is helpful. She feels her friendship with Santana is slowly growing and Brittany can't help but feel like this girl is something special. She knows the brunette is a year younger than her, is an only child, and usually keeps to herself, but can have a sassy attitude when she needs to. She's also learned that she is in college but has no idea what program she wants to be in so she's taking this boot-camp as a restart in life and is hoping that she will know what she wants when she goes back to New York. The thought of Santana going back to New York, however, kind of bums her out, but she tries to stay positive and believes the two of them will build such a great bond that they will stay friends despite the distance.

At 7 o'clock, Brittany just finishes her shower for the day and looks at her phone and sees a text from Sam stating that he is 5 minutes away. She makes her way to the front entrance and sure enough, she sees him pulling into a parking stall.

"Did you enjoy the sandwich? I made it with your favourite brand of bacon," Sam says as Brittany opens the door to the dance studio.

"You mean your favourite brand of bacon," Brittany chuckles. "This is the dance studio by the way; we spend most of our time here when we aren't running and conditioning outside."

"If I'm not mistaken," Sam says and Brittany turns to look at him, "you told me that you've never had such bacony bacon before I introduced it to you."

Brittany nods in agreement, "Fine, and yes, it was great, thank you, but you really didn't have to drive all the way down here to give me a sandwich, they do serve lunch here, you know?"

"Yeah, but it's like, a taste of home."

"Home isn't far away, Sam," Brittany laughs as they exit the studio and she locks it up again.

The two walk through the main dorm doors and Sam signs in with Dan and gives him his ID.

"I know," Sam says as he follows Brittany down a corridor towards what looks like the cafeteria. "But do they have cupcakes?"

"Actually, they do!" Brittany beams.

Sam pouts but then his eyes brighten right away, "but do they have cookie monster cupcakes?" he says with a pointed finger.

"Ah, that they do not," Brittany says with a shake of the head. "Which, by the way, was delicious as well."

This causes Sam to smile brightly yet again. "Hey, speaking of food, I brought the stuff you asked and I'm getting hungry."

"Yes! Let's go!" Brittany says with a little hop. She takes Sam by the wrist and drags him down the hallway smiling and waving to some of her students; introducing him to some of them as her best friend from college here for a tour.

When they get into her room she starts up a pot of water as Sam puts his knapsack on the table and starts taking out the ingredients to make their not-so-famous-famous-spaghetti; Sam likes to call it.

They chat and chop and chat and cook and chat and eat, then they just sit and chat after finally filling themselves with their homemade dormitory pasta.

They reminisce about the college days and Sam tells her the Artie guy from the music shop still asks about her. She just rolls her eyes and shakes her head with a smile.

"I seriously think you need to come with me to the music shop one more time so he would stop asking me about you," Sam says as he sits back on his chair.

Brittany shrugs.

"He asked me for your number too," Sam mumbles.

Brittany's eyes widen at that, "What did you say? Did you give it to him?"

Sam shakes his head.

"Why not? How do you know I don't want him to have it?" she says with a smirk and a raised eyebrow.

Sam's mouth drops, "You mean like... you want to date him?"

"I never said that," Brittany points a finger at him. "But if I remember correctly, he has a cute dorky smile and he seems kind and gentle."

"I'm kind and gentle," he murmurs to himself.

"Aw, don't be jealous," she jokingly messes up his hair, which he always lets her do. "It's just been a while since I've been on a date. Besides, you're supposed to be my wingman, and you suck at it," she laughs.

Sam's face turns a light shade of pink. There's an awkward silence then a knock on the door.

Brittany takes in a deep breath realizing that she may have gone too far with her joking, but she thought that if they're supposed to be best friends that he would want her to find someone to be happy with and that he's supposed to help since she's always trying to find girls for him.

Brittany tries to lighten to mood, "It's okay. Take your time. I know your standards are high for me, you only want the best for me right?" She winks at him and this brings a smile to his face and he nods. Satisfied with making her best friend smile, she gets up to open the door.

Time had passed so quickly that she hadn't noticed it was five past nine. Sam packs up the left over spaghetti and puts it in his knapsack. They quickly follow Dan out to the front office to pick up Sam's ID and sign him out. Sam turns to give Brittany a tight hug once again before turning to leave the building asking for another bestie dinner date in the near future. Brittany responds with, "Next time, give Artie my number and we can celebrate your success as a wingman by making mac n' cheese."

Sam gives a tight lipped smile, a nod, and a light punch on the bicep before exiting the dorm.

Brittany thanks Dan and apologizes once more for losing track of time again. When she turns around she sees Santana emerging from the laundry room with a bag of clothes.

"Hi!" Brittany walks next to her.

"Hey," Santana says with a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes.

"Laundry day?" Brittany asks, trying her best to start a conversation.

Santana looks down at her bag then up at Brittany. "Looks like it."

"Everything okay?" Brittany asks when she turns to her new friend and notices a slight frown.

"Yeah, I'm fine. So, that guy, your best friend, came for a tour, huh?"

Brittany nods, "Yeah, he's been asking for a tour for a while. Finally gave it to him," she chuckles.

"Had a lot to catch up on?" Santana asks and Brittany notices her fiddling with the top of her laundry bag, scrunching it between her fingers.

"Totally! We did so much catching up that we completely lost track of time. Good thing Dan came knocking or we might've fallen asleep right there on the dining table," Brittany chuckled then yawned.

She sees Santana open her mouth as if to say something but then she just shakes her head and bites her bottom lip. Then Santana immediately finds her words, "This is me. I'll see you tomorrow."

Santana unlocks her room in one swift motion then before Brittany can even say goodnight, the door closes and she's left standing alone in the hallway staring at room 022.

Did I say something wrong? Brittany wonders. She wants to knock and ask but she figures it's kind of late since they have an early start tomorrow and Santana's roommate Berry might already be asleep. Maybe Santana was just tired? Maybe I spoke too much and bored her? Brittany shrugs and makes her way back to her own room, but a tugging at her heart tells her that she is more upset than usual at the fact that Santana didn't say goodnight than if it were anyone else. Heck, Sam had gotten off the couch to go to his room and sleep in the middle of movie night with no more than yawn and the word 'tired.' Brittany usually just shrugs it off to sleepiness and then shows herself out. But when this girl doesn't say goodnight and just goes to her room to sleep, it's a weird feeling and Brittany doesn't like it. She doesn't like it because it makes her sad.

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It's Saturday and Brittany left her room early to go to the studio to set up new speakers Dan brought in the night before. It was easier than she thought, so now she's just sitting against the mirror looking up new dance moves and exercises she can show her class. Brittany had noticed that Santana hasn't said much to her the last couple days but has caught her looking her way more than a few times. She sees her talking to Berry but usually just snaps at her for standing too close or that her breathing is too loud. She has no idea what happened that night and is seriously considering calling Santana out on being kind of mean. She's zoning out again on thoughts of a week ago when their friendship was climbing upwards when she hears a loud slam that jolts her out of her daydream.

"Oops, sorry," Breanne giggles and picks up the folder Brittany had given her the first day. "Daydreaming again, huh, Britt?"

"Oh, yeah, um, I was just thinking about what to focus on for today's class."

Breanne walks over to the sitting Brittany and towers over her for the first time since Brittany is usually about four inches taller.

"I would think that for someone who spent so much time thinking about stuff that her class would move on a lot faster than it did."

Brittany scrunches her brows and looks up at her, "What do you mean by that?"

"I mean, your classes are as slow as you are," Breanne says with a smirk and a swivel of the neck.

"Excuse me?" Brittany's face is turning red from both anger and embarrassment.

"Wow, do you really not understand or –"

"Oh hi, excuse me, sorry, am I interrupting?"

Breanne turns her head and Brittany peeks over from staring at her assistant not seeing anyone walk through the doors.

"I know I'm early, but I would like to talk to Miss Pierce about… tonight's class."

Breanne rolls her eyes and walks over to the other side of the studio to rummage through her bag for something.

Brittany's eyes meet concerned brown ones and looks away in embarrassment for a split second before putting the best smile she can, "What can I help you with, Santana?'

"Can I… Umm… There's this move that… Can you come here? I need to show you before I can ask the question." Santana gestures towards the corner furthest away from the assistant. Breanne begins to play some music so Brittany knows she can't eavesdrop on their conversation. She follows Santana to the corner.

"What's up?" Brittany asks.

"Is everything okay?"

Brittany can't help but look over Santana's shoulder at Breanne, who is busy texting and blasting her music.

"Everything is fine," she says with some pep in her voice.

"Are you sure? Because things didn't look fine when I came in, is Breanne being a bitch? Because I tell you," Santana's voice goes softer, "most of us can see that she's a horrible assistant and a complete bitch."

Brittany is quiet, too quiet. Say something but don't show weakness. "Nope, all good."

Brittany sees Santana's forehead scrunch and then shakes her head as if she did not at all believe her lie, but then she shrugs. "Okay, well, I'm here to apologize for the other day. I was really tired and… the laundry machine ate a dollar of mine… and… I lost a sock somewhere between washing and drying."

This causes Brittany to smile a little bit.

"I just wanted to crawl into bed and get the evening over with, I'm sorry I was being a bitch."

"Woah, now," Brittany says out loud and sees Breanne look over, "don't… you're not… don't say that about yourself."

Santana chuckles and Brittany feels like that's one of the best sounds she has ever heard in her life.

"Please," Santana says, "you have no idea."

"You're not, trust me. If you were a bitch you wouldn't be apologizing right now, and besides, there's really no need to apologize anyway, you didn't do anything wrong. I completely understand."

The two girls look at each other with smiles gracing their lips as if trying to tell each other something. Movement by the door pulls Brittany out of her staring competition and she clears her throat.

"Looks like it's time to begin, and Santana?"

Santana looks up from what Brittany thinks is her lips.

"We're good, right? I mean, like, we're cool?"

"Absolutely," Santana says and makes her move to join the rest of the class.

Brittany smiles to herself. She sets up her laptop and finds the songs she wants for the class. There's more pep in her step than there was in the past few days and Brittany suddenly realizes that her legs get excited when Santana is around and her insides are doing stupid cute dance moves.

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The classes are going incredibly well. Everybody but Breanne and her minions are great. Brittany tries her best not to let Breanne's bitchiness get to her. Although, sometimes she wouldn't mind putting that little punk ass in her place.

It's break time and Brittany can't get Santana's smile or giggle out of her head. She's sitting at her dining table eating a sandwich she picked up earlier from the cafeteria when she finally decides it's time. It's time for her to stop thinking and start acting. She's going to ask Santana to hang out with her tomorrow on their day off. The girl is from New York and probably doesn't know where to go or what to do, so it's the perfect opportunity to show her around and get to know her better while she's at it.

She steps out of her room after finishing her sandwich and locks her door. While walking down the hallway she sees a few people here and there but knows most of them are probably outside or in the cafeteria.

She sees the girl she's looking for, glad she doesn't need to go knocking on her door, but she's also on the phone. She decides to casually walk by her and wait for her to finish. Just as she walks by she hears a part of her conversation that abruptly makes her heart clench.

"Q, I miss you too. I'll try my best to call or text you more, okay? I'm sorry…"

It's too late, she's already walking that direction. She can't turn back now. She makes eye contact with Santana so she forces out a half smile and Santana responds with a more real smile and a wave.

Brittany feels a little lost now so she goes up to Dan and asks him for a laundry coin. He gives one to her and she walks back to her room, not even hearing Dan tell her that the laundry room is down the other hall.

Brittany takes a deep breath when she sees Santana still talking to whoever this 'Q' person is. She tries to not let her see her sadness or disappointment. In fact, Brittany tries not to let her see her at all so she walks right on by.

Bad timing, yet again.

"I know, and you're mine too. I love you too. Get some rest okay?..."

This time, her heart plummets and she can't help but pick up her pace just slightly in order to get to her room and shut the world out a bit faster. Brittany closes her room door and tosses the coin onto the dining table and it rolls and hits her half glass of juice.

What the fuck is wrong with me? Why am I feeling this way? Why did I feel a connection and not just a friendly one.

Brittany is now glad that after today is done, she doesn't have to see Santana for 24 hours. This will give her time to sort her thoughts out and get these stupid feelings out of her stupid head, if that's even possible.

The last class of the day goes by relatively smoothly. She worked everyone hard, because she herself wanted to work hard and look at Santana less. Breanne made a few comments about how insane Brittany was working them, saying something about Brittany having more stamina than smarts, but the blonde just clenched her fist for a second and continued working everyone's asses off, pretending she didn't hear her. A quick glance through the mirror, she sees Santana looking at her with sympathetic eyes at Breanne's comment but she brushes it off and continues with her lesson. She doesn't stay to chat with anyone. She doesn't give out words of encouragement or inspiration like she usually does. Her back flinches with pain due to the hefty work out but she grinds her teeth and only takes a couple seconds to pause before she starts up again. She grabs her laptop and her bag before yelling out, "That's it for today. Have a good weekend everyone. See you Monday!" with as much gusto as she can muster in her horrible mood.

"Holy hell, what the eff was that? Something has made that girl mental today."

Brittany recognizes the voice to be Breanne's but continues to walk away towards the dormitory doors. She hears someone respond to her but she doesn't stop to listen. All she wants is to get back to her room, take a shower, and put some goddamn ice on her back.

Santana POV

The weekend arrives and the dancers get one day off. They're on their mid-day break and tomorrow Santana wants to explore some of the city. She's resting on her bed reading through the syllabus for the day and Rachel somehow found some Broadway musical on television. Her phone rings and she reaches over to her night stand to grab it. She sees her best friend's photo light up on the screen.

"Hi, Quinn!"

Quinn says something unrecognizable. She sounds drunk.

"Dude, are you drunk? It's not even 2 in the afternoon."

"I mizzu S'ana. Like, a lat," Quinn slurs out.

"I miss you too, Quinn, but why have you been drinking so early? Is something wrong? Is everything okay?" Santana knows that, unlike herself, Quinn only drinks when there's a lot on her mind.

"Yeahhh…" she pauses, "Noooooo… I'm not."

"What is it? Tell me." Santana says as she walks out of the room and into the hallway so she can hear Quinn more clearly without background music and Rachel singing along to it.

"Nothing… you're jest… you're jest ober dere and I ober here."

"Mhm, I am over here and you're over there," Santana repeats, still not understanding why Quinn has been drinking.

"EXACTLY!" Quinn screams into the phone and Santana has to pull the phone away from her ear for a moment.

"Exactly what, Q?

There's silence on the other end and Santana is straining her ears to see if Quinn is still there.

"Exactly is why I mizz yew," Quinn slurs.

Santana can hear the crack in the other girls voice and she feels sad for her. She's been here dancing and trying to get to know people (mostly Brittany) and she's almost forgotten about her best friend at home other than a few texts here and there. Usually she's away from her phone all day until since there's no Wi-Fi and she doesn't want to use up her data, and by the time she gets back from the final class of the day and takes a shower she's tired as hell and responds the best she can to Quinn and her mother's text before falling asleep.

"Q, I miss you too. I'll try my best to call or text you more, okay? I'm sorry, I've been so busy with this boot-camp I hardly even talk to my mom anymore."

Santana senses a presence walk past her and she looks up. She and Brittany make eye contact for a split second. Brittany gives a half smile and Santana waves as she watches Brittany walk towards the front desk before trying to concentrate on the sounds that are supposed to be words coming out of her best friend's mouth.

"K… I loave you best fren. You're ma best fren. N I want yous back here nex to me."

Santana sighs. She can't be there for her best friend but the best thing she can do right now is acknowledge what she's saying and hope that she gets some rest. "I know, and you're mine too. I love you too. Get some rest okay? Drink lots of water and have some painkillers ready for after you wake up."

At that moment, Brittany walks by again. Santana looks up to make eye contact but Brittany just walks straight by with a blank look on her face. She looks a little pissed off and somewhat upset. She wonders what happened over at the front desk that managed to piss her usually cheery teacher off.

"Ooohhh K. G'night Santana."

Santana chuckles because it's just passed 2pm now. "Goodnight."

She goes back into her room and she sees Rachel dancing and singing. She rolls her eyes and throws her phone onto her bed before climbing up onto it. She has about half an hour before she has to go to her last class. Then tomorrow she gets to rest. She flops her arm over her face and tries to relax while her roommate is dancing to a dramatic Broadway song.

She thinks about Brittany. She thinks about how awesome she is. She thinks about how talented and smart she is. How great of a teacher she has been and how Sam is so lucky to have her. Fuck Sam. Her eyebrows furrow under her arm. Sam had come to the camp three out of the five days and Santana has seen him all three days. He's always here with either a fucking cupcake or a stupid sandwich. He's always giving the blonde the tightest most disgustingly sweet hugs that linger way too long for it to be normal. Although she hasn't seen them kiss since the first evening, she has convinced herself that they were doing it when Brittany took him into her room the last time he was here and they were in there doing God knows what until they had to lock the dorm doors. Santana wonders why she's feeling this way. Why does she hate Sam so damn much. What is this bullshit feeling? She comes to the conclusion that it's because Sam is so close to Brittany, and she feels like Brittany is such a wonderful person that she would like to have someone like Brittany in her life…. As a friend, of course.

The thoughts of Sam irritate her so much she snaps at Rachel to shut up. Rachel looks at her like deer caught in headlights and closes her mouth. She continues watching the show but silently until both of them need to go the studio.

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Santana walks into class 10 minutes early, hoping to get a few words in with Brittany, but for the first time this week, her instructor isn't there yet. Breanne is talking to a few girls who have been hanging off of her like a dog on a chew toy, and other are starting to gather in with no sight of her instructor yet. There's 5 minutes left and she's worried that Brittany won't show up. When almost everyone is in the studio chatting away, the door opens quietly and there she is. Beautiful, blonde, and kind of upset. Santana frowns at the sight. She is a second away from asking Brittany what is wrong when a hand grabs on to her wrist and pulls her to the other side. Apparently, Rachel found the perfect spot and wants to share it with her. She turns quickly and fixes her gaze on Brittany again, but now, class is about to start and Brittany is busy plugging everything into her laptop with no help from Breanne.

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The class was hard. The hardest it has been so far. Brittany literally rocked their socks off. Like, some people actually had to take their socks off after class because their feet were overheating. Wanting to talk to Brittany, but also a little bit afraid, Santana stands in one corner of the room water bottle in hand. When she finally decides to take a step towards the blonde, the girl picks up her bag and leaves after telling everyone to have a good weekend and that she'll see them on Monday.

But I don't want to see her on Monday, Santana thinks to herself. I want to see her tomorrow.

She can't do much but watch as her opportunity to get to know Brittany better walks away.

"Holy hell, what the eff was that? Something has made that girl mental today," Breanne says as she walks to the front of the class.

Just the sound of Breanne talking about Brittany like that pisses Santana off. Something is wrong and something is upsetting Brittany and instead of being a good assistant she talks about her behind her back and it's not the first time Santana has heard it.

"Well, I'd go mental too if I had you for an assistant," Santana utters loud enough for everyone to hear.

The room goes silent except for a few "oohs" and Santana doesn't stay to explain herself. Breanne is caught off guard and doesn't seem to be responding so Santana grabs her towel and bottle and walks out of the room, Rachel trailing behind her.

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Back in her room, Rachel looks like she wants to speak but once they make eye contact, her mouth closes. Santana is finally able to render her speechless. She internally nods to herself. Rachel takes her toiletry bag and change of clothes and is out the door, leaving Santana with her thoughts.

She mulls over either calling the blonde and asking her what the fuck is wrong or just giving the girl some space and try to find her in the morning. She must have spaced out for a while trying to make the decision that Rachel comes back into the room clean and fresh.

"Is everything okay?" Rachel asks.

"Yeah, of course. Why?" Santana replies while sitting on the edge of her bed, still wearing her dirty sweaty clothes and the sweat on her hair had begun to dry.

"First of all, you're usually the first one out to use the showers. Second, the way you spoke to Breanne, aren't you afraid of what she might say or do to you in future classes?"

Santana shakes her head, "I'm not afraid of her. She's a bitch and she shouldn't have said that about Brittany when she has been a completely useless assistant to begin with."

"What was up with Brittany today anyway?" Rachel says as she brushes her hair.

Santana glares at her, but when she realized that Rachel was not trying to be offensive she just shrugs, "Don't know. Didn't seem happy. I wish I knew."

There is silence between the two of them and when Santana looks up, she weirded out that Rachel is looking at her like she had just figured something out.

"What? Why are you looking at me like that, creepy much?"

"Do you like her?"

"Who?"

"Brittany."

"What?"

"Do you like her?"

"I… well, yeah, she's a good teacher and she's nice, usually, and professional and I think I can learn a lot from her."

Rachel shakes her head as if Santana just answered the question completely wrong.

"I mean, do you like – like her?"

Santana squints her eyes at her and something in her chest or in her stomach, she's not really sure, is making her feel very uncomfortable.

"What are you talking about? You're weird, man."

"First off, not a man. Secondly, I just want you to know that I am completely accepting and open minded considering I want to be on Broadway one day I am definitely open to all genders and sexual preferences. I mean, not myself, I'm straight, but like, I mean I don't judge."

"The fuck you talking about?" With Rachel's long winded speech, the weird feelings in her body all went away and now she's just frustrated so she grabs her bag and clean clothes and leaves the room.

As the water rains down over Santana's head, all the stuff Rachel said keep circling in her brain.

Shit.

Thanks for reading. I love all my readers, but you know that already. XOXOXO comments? Reviews?