AN: Thanks for your patience! Here is the longest chapter so far for this story. Enjoy!

Santana POV

Santana wakes up too early the next morning. She's so used to waking up at 7 that her internal alarm automatically turns on. Rachel had asked her last night if she wanted to go for breakfast with her and another two people this morning but she was so sure she was going to sleep in and denied Rachel's invitation.

Santana remembers she needs to buy another pair of headphones so she decides to get up and ask Dan for directions to the nearest mall or electronics store. She grabs her bag and heads to the washroom. To her luck, there is a line up, so she sits and waits. Seems like most of the girls in the dorm want to get an early start on their day off and enjoy the freedom.

15 minutes later, Santana is finally in the shower. When she's finished she goes back to her room to put on her make-up and grab a few items before going out to look for Dan. However, when she gets to the front desk, Dan is nowhere to be seen.

"Shit", Santana whispers to herself and just waits at the desk, leaning her elbows on the counter as she looks at his empty chair not knowing how long Dan is going to take or if he's even working today. Unfortunately, Santana hasn't made any friends other than Rachel and Brittany, and since she was a little bit of a bitch yesterday, she doesn't think anyone would want to help her out.

"He's off today," she hears a voice float from behind her.

She turns around and Brittany is standing there with her hair down for the first time and in jeans and a simple v-neck tank top.

"Oh," Santana says and looks down at her feet. She looks back up and sees that Brittany is waiting for something. She has her head tilted with a patient yet confused look on her face. Santana decides she might as well ask her. "Do you know if there is a mall or like, an electronics store nearby?"

Brittany thinks for a moment, as if trying to decide something rather than thinking about directions.

"Actually, I was thinking about heading to the mall too, in about 10 minutes. If you don't mind waiting and if you want to, I can take you there," Brittany says as she chews on her inner lip while looking anywhere but Santana's eyes.

"I would like that actually," Santana says and Brittany looks up at her with a smile. "I can pay for the taxi."

Brittany laughs, "I mean, I definitely wouldn't mind if you tip the driver."

Santana gives her a puzzled look.

"…and by driver, I mean me," Brittany points to herself. "I have a car."

Santana's mouth drops and her eyes are wide suddenly realizing that Brittany probably lives in town.

"Oh! Um, yeah, sure! That would be great! If you don't mind me tagging along, of course. "

"If I minded, I wouldn't ask," Brittany sends her a wink that just about kills her. "Give me 10 minutes, I have to grab a few things and make a quick phone call first."

Santana nods, "I'll wait for you outside."

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Almost exactly 10 minutes later, Brittany comes out and Santana follows her to her car. She has a little black Prius. A simple but practical car. When Brittany unlocks the doors, Santana hops into the passenger seat. The first thing she notices is the smell. It smells nice. It smells clean and fresh with a hint of sweetness.

"Sorry if my car is a mess," Brittany says leaning over and throwing a jacket into the back seat along with a binder and an empty plastic bag.

"It's not. Don't even worry about it. It's a lot cleaner than most of the cars I've been in." Santana finds it cute that Brittany is scrambling with one hand to clean the car. "Seriously, Britt. It's fine. Trust me."

Brittany's eyes look up into hers and is searching for something. Apparently she finds it because she gives a small smile and nods.

As Brittany is pulling out of her spot, Santana is looking at the little charm dangling from her rear-view mirror. It's a little boom box, with little jewels along it's edges and attached to the bottom is a pair of tiny charm high-tops. It's the cutest thing she has ever seen. Brittany is the cutest person she has ever met. What?

"What do you need to buy?" Brittany asks, pulling her away from her thoughts.

"Huh? Oh! Um, headphones. Mine broke on my flight here and since Rachel likes to constantly sing to Broadway show tunes every moment she's in the room, it would be nice to drown her out. Maybe I need to get noise cancelling headphones," she nods to herself, "Yes, I'll get a good pair of noise cancelling headphones."

Brittany laughs.

"You laugh now, Brittany, but I'm serious. One can only take so much "I'll march my band out, I'll beat my drummmmmm… Seriously, I don't even know that song and I already know the lyrics and melody to that damn song because I swear to fucking god that she sings it every damn night."

"Woah, what was that?" Brittany asks and glances over at Santana before focusing back onto the road.

"Sorry, I tend to swear a lot."

"No, I don't care about the swearing but… wow, what was that?"

"What was what?"

"That! Your singing."

"Oh what? That? That wasn't singing, I was just imitating Rachel."

"I'm… impressed," Brittany says with a smile on her face.

"At what?"

"Your singing abilities."

Santana chuckles, "What singing abilities?"

"For real? You don't hear it?" Brittany says as she shoulder checks and changes lanes.

Santana shrugs even though Brittany probably can't see her. "Not really, it was literally two lines."

"Sing it again."

"No."

"Sing it again!" Brittany is getting way too excited for someone who should have their full attention on the road.

Santana can feel herself blushing, "No, now I'm shy."

"Oh, please, Santana," Brittany begs in the cutest voice ever.

"No, I forgot the song already."

Brittany pouts.

What the fuck is that? I need to stop looking at it, it's so cute. I can't stop looking at that bottom lip. My fucking god, she's adorable. I want to take that bottom lip between my own and… what the fuck? No. "Stop pouting."

"I'm not pouting," Brittany says as she continues pouting.

"Yes you are. Stop it!" Santana is trying her best not to giggle and tries to make the girl smile again.

"I'm pouting as much as you are an amazing singer."

Santana opens her mouth to argue, but then closes it. She just lost.

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Brittany parks her car after Santana changes the conversation subject hoping Brittany wouldn't ask her to sing again.

They get out and walk into the mall together. It's a pretty big mall, and the air conditioning is definitely welcome. The first place they go to is the electronics store where Santana finds a decently priced pair of noise cancelling headphones and is about to purchase it but Brittany stops her and takes out her phone to find some reviews on the brand. She shows her the rating of 2 stars out of 5 and Santana puts the headphones away and they both look together with Santana picking out the ones that look nice, are comfortable, and affordable and Brittany checking all their reviews. She ends up going with something a little more expensive but with a rating of 4.8 stars and they are comfortable as heck.

"I like to do my research for electronics because sometimes it's hard to return them, especially headphones," Brittany says as they walk out of the store. "I need good headphones to work out and dance in, I need the music to really run through me and crappy ones that are uncomfortable or have a tinny sound just won't cut it."

"Wow, you sure take your music seriously."

"I do," Brittany nods, "I live off of it."

Santana nods in agreement. "Where are we off to now?"

"I need to do a few things actually. They're kind of boring, so you can go shopping around here if you want and I'll meet you in a couple hours, or you can come with me and be bored."

Santana thinks about it for a moment, and as much as she would love to shop, she doesn't have the money and she really doesn't want to lug more items back to New York than she needs to. "I'll go with you."

"Alright, well, I need to pick up a prescription, make a few more photocopies of next week's workout plan since a bunch of them got ruined when my water bottle exploded in my back pack and soaked through half my papers, and I need to buy a new water bottle."

Santana nodded. They started walking towards the pharmacy when Santana said, "Couldn't you have just made photo copies at the dorm?"

"The dorm doesn't have a photo copier," Brittany replies with a shrug.

Santana thinks for a moment as her eyes squint to remember, "… but didn't you make a photocopy of the syllabus for me on my first day?"

Brittany goes to open her mouth to answer but nothing comes out. Santana sees a tinge of red glow from her cheeks and she finds it adorable.

"I… no, no, you must have mistaken… I didn't make you a copy, I said I would grab you another copy," Brittany said as she nodded to herself. Santana doesn't believe her but she shrugs and takes her word for it. Maybe it's possible she heard wrong that day.

They get to the pharmacy and Brittany quickly hands over her prescription and they wait about 5 minutes before Brittany picks it up in a little white paper bag.

"What is that for?" Santana asks curiously.

"Ummm…" Brittany starts, but she looks nervous and a little embarrassed so Santana decides not to pry.

"Don't worry about it, it's not my business. I'm sorry, I shouldn't be so nosy."

"No, it's okay," Brittany says. "It's just something for an old injury."

Santana frowns when she hears the news. "Is it anything serious?"

Brittany shakes her head with a smile, "Nah, it's just a precaution."

Santana nods again, but again, she doesn't fully believe the blonde.

Next, Brittany goes to the copy center and makes a few copies of the work out plan and hands one to Santana with a wink.

What the fuck was that? That wink is seriously sending tingles to Santana's special places. A simple fucking wink!

On their way to sports store to buy Brittany another water bottle, a large figure comes up behind them and jumps on Brittany from behind. Brittany squeaks out loud and Santana is seconds away from socking whoever it is in the jaw when Brittany turns around and a smiles breaks over her face.

Oh geez, Santana thinks, Sam-fucking-tastic!

"Sam, what are you doing here?" Brittany smiles at him when he lets go of her.

"Well, when you told me you had to cancel on our plans to hang out in your dorm room because you had errands to run at the mall, I thought I'd come by the mall too in hopes to bump into you, and here you are!" Sam says with a smile way too big for his face.

"You're silly." Brittany glances over at Santana. "By the way, Sam, this is Santana from New York. Santana this is Sam."

"From L.A.," Sam says with a cheesy grin and sticks out his hand.

Santana slowly takes his hand and shakes it.

Sam and Brittany talk while they look for a new water bottle. Santana can tell that Brittany is trying to include her into their conversation by asking about her family and friends back home and by bringing up New York every so often, but it's obvious to her that Sam is trying to divert the conversation back to him. She gets it. They're best friends, of course they have a lot to talk about but that doesn't mean she likes it. She's just waiting for Sam to go away.

They make their way to the food court after Brittany makes her final purchase and they each go their own way for food. Santana sees Sam follow Brittany around like a little puppy and it makes her roll her eyes. Today was supposed to be their day. It was supposed to be the day she got to know Brittany more, not the day she constantly gets interrupted by Big Mouth Bass.

Santana buys herself a chicken burger and fries. She walks by a little stall selling super cute cupcakes and decides to buy one for Brittany to thank her for driving her to the mall. She looks at all the different flavours and designs but when she sees one particular one it just screams Brittany, so she gets it. It's placed in a cute box that fits it perfectly. It costs way too much for flour, butter, and a shit ton of sugar, but she can't wait to see the look on the blonde's face when she opens it.

They meet up at a table and Santana rolls her eyes when Sam pulls out a chair for Brittany. She swears she saw Brittany roll her eyes too.

Sam bought a massive beef burger and Santana admits she's impressed he can actually fit it into his mouth. Brittany has two slices of pizza on her tray.

"What's that?" Brittany asks and points to the box sitting next to Santana's plate.

She looks over at Sam then back down to the box then back up to Brittany. She doesn't know why she suddenly feels nervous to give it to her when she was so confident to buy it.

"Umm, actually it's for you," she says and gracefully hands the box to Brittany.

Brittany's brows furrow in confusion and she tilts her head in that ridiculously cute way. "For me?" She wipes her hand on the napkin and accepts the box.

"It's to thank you for driving me here and spending the day with me." She throws a quick glare at Sam and sees him return one back to her.

Brittany bites her bottom lip and wiggles a little bit. "Can I open it now?"

Santana shrugs and gestures for her to do whatever she wants.

Brittany eagerly opens the box and her eyes widen, her face brightens and Santana can't help but join her in the huge smile she's sporting.

"Oh my gosh, Santana! This is the cutest thing EVER! Thank you!"

Santana can't stop smiling and she can feel herself blushing, even though no one else can see it. She wants to say you're welcome but her mouth is just too damn busy smiling.

Sam peeks over and Brittany tilts it to show it off to him.

"It's a unicorn, Sam! Look! It's so cute! It's perfect!" She beams when she looks at Santana once again. "How did you know I love unicorns?"

Santana shrugs once again, "I didn't. I saw it and I thought it suited you, so I bought it."

Sam doesn't look as happy as either girls. "It's cool," he says with a fake smile. "But cookie monsters are just as cool, right, Britt?"

Brittany doesn't stop looking at her cupcake. It's a lemon cupcake with pink, blue, and purple frosting, cute round eyes, ears, and a horn made out of sugar. She nods at what Sam said, clearly hearing what he said, but then to Santana's delight Brittany shoves the box up to his face again, "BUT IT'S A UNICORN!" she says proudly.

Santana can't help but chuckle at her loveable attitude.

"I see that," is all Sam can say and slowly pushes it down away from his face.

Brittany closes the box and gently puts it on the side and they all casually go back to their lunches. It's a lot quieter than before. Sam isn't talking as much but Santana does notice him looking between them a lot. She feels his eyes burning a hole into her skull.

"Oh, San!"

Both Santana and Sam look up at Brittany.

Brittany covers her mouth to stop her giggle, "I said San, not Sam." Sam goes back to picking at his fries. "There's a small lemonade shop on the way back to camp, if you're interested, I'll take you there. I loved going there with my sister during the summer. They have ice cream too."

"Yeah," Santana nods, "that would be cool."

There's an awkward silence and Santana assumes it's because Sam is waiting for an invite he never gets. Brittany looks at her watch and nudges Sam. "Don't you have band practice at 2 o'clock?"

"Yeah?"

"It's 1:40."

"Shit!" Sam wipes his mouth and tosses the napkin onto his tray. "I gotta go, I still have to go home to get my guitar." He jumps up and looks at Santana, "Nice to meet you, Santana from New York." He then turns to Brittany, "Call you later?"

Brittany shrugs, "Sure!"

Sam leaves without putting his tray away and again Santana rolls her eyes. She's been doing that so much today that she feels like her eyes might roll out of their sockets.

"So, Sam plays in a band?"

Brittany nods, "Just a little garage band with a few friends."

They talk about Brittany's relationship with Sam about how they met to how they became best friends. Santana won't lie, she felt parts of her insides clench when Brittany mentioned they they dated back in college for a few months. She asked her if she would ever consider dating Sam again in the future. She didn't know but she was holding her breath while she waited for Brittany to answer.

With a confident shake of the head, Brittany says, "No. I don't see him like that anymore. He's a sweet guy and I love him, but not like that." She shakes her head to verify those words, "No."

"But you know he still likes you, right?" Santana has no idea why she's asking or why she's doing this to herself. It only makes her inside feel acidic when she talks about Sam, but a part of her just really wants to know.

Brittany bites the inside of her cheek and nods lightly. "Yeah, I know, but I think he understands our friendship is strictly platoon."

"Platoon?"

"You know, like, we're just friends."

"Platonic?"

Brittany blushes shyly, "Yeah, that."

Santana nods, not thinking anything of Brittany's mistake. It happens.

Brittany takes another peek into the box that houses the cupcake.

"Are you going to eat it?"

Brittany frowns, "It's too cute to eat."

"Well, you gotta eat it! I bought it for you to eat and enjoy, not to look at," Santana says with a laugh.

Brittany wiggles her head side to side as if considering Santana's request.

"Would you take the first bite? I can't get myself it do it."

This makes Santana smile, "You're cu – silly, but yes. If it will get you to eat it while it's still fresh, then yes."

Brittany pulls the cupcake carefully out of the box and lifts it towards Santana's mouth. Not knowing whether Brittany is feeding her or just handing it to her, she decides to take the safe route and lift her hands to take the cupcake from her, but Brittany shakes her head. "Take a bite."

Santana takes a small bite, just grazing the icing and taking hardly any cake.

"Come on, take a bigger bite!"

So she does, she takes a bigger bite and she actually gets one eye, a lot of icing and a mouthful of cake. She also knows she has blue frosting on her nose and around her lips. She tries to lick it off but ends up having to use her finger to wipe the rest of it off her nose and the edges of her lips. She licks her finger, because damn, that's good frosting.

Brittany's just staring at her.

"What? Do I still have frosting on my face?"

"Huh? Uh, oh, no. I mean, yes, on your left cheek." Santana reaches over to grab a napkin and wipes her cheek. "Okay, it's gone," Brittany says and looks back down at her now mangled dessert.

She too takes a big bite and gets purple frosting on her nose and pink frosting on her cheek. Santana can't help but laugh.

"Oh my God!" Brittany says with a mouthful, "This is so good!" She takes another bite without first wiping her mouth and Santana covers her mouth to stop from laughing out too loud. Damn she's adorable.

Brittany picks out the horn and holds it up to Santana's lips. She takes it and Brittany goes back to polishing off her gift. Finally, Brittany finishes and has to use two napkins and Santana's used one to get all the frosting off her face.

They clean up the mess they made and throw away their garbage. Santana follows Brittany back out to the car, talking all the way there about nothing and everything at the same time. Santana hasn't been this happy for a while. Like, genuinely happy not just momentarily happy like when someone compliments her or when she has a few too many beers with Quinn. She's glad the day isn't over. She's glad that they still have another place to go before going back to the dorm where she doesn't know if she's allowed to be close to Brittany – close to the instructor, or even worse, if Brittany will have issues with it.

Brittany POV

There she is, Brittany thinks to herself. She sees Santana standing by the desk waiting for someone. She feels guilty about what happened yesterday. She's not usually that easily upset and a part of her blames it on PMS, but at the same time she knows a part of it is because of what she overheard earlier in the afternoon. She shouldn't have taken it out on the class, but with everything added up including Santana's conversation with 'Q', Breanne being a bitch, PMS, and having her phone constantly buzzing with texts from Sam asking her umpteen amount of questions, she just snapped. She took it out on the everyone else and made them work their very sore butts off and pretty much stormed out of the studio after the lesson. She did hear Breanne say something and was a second away from turning around and giving her a piece of her mind, she decided it wasn't cool since they would still have to work together for another 6 weeks.

She realizes she's been staring and Santana is still waiting, probably for Dan. Santana probably doesn't know that Dan is off today so she decides to suck it up and tell her.

"He's off today."

She turns around and the smell of Santana's perfume, or shampoo, or hairspray, or natural scent or a mixture of all of it fills Brittany's nostrils and she finds herself breathing it in deeper. They talk for a bit and finds out Santana needs to go to the mall, which makes it the perfect opportunity to get to know her better. Sure, she was supposed to meet up with Sam today but nothing was confirmed. She figures she should let him know she has errands to run and can't hang before his band rehearsal.

Sam sounded a little bit disappointed on the phone but she explained to him that there was stuff she needed to get done and that she'll make it up to him by buying him lunch the following weekend.

Brittany remembers how messy her car is by the time Santana takes a seat. She's scrambling to clean the mess. She's embarrassed. She really hopes it doesn't smell bad and that she's just used to the smell of trash.

"Seriously, Britt. It's fine, trust me."

The nickname snaps Brittany's eyes up to meet Santana's. The way she said it sounded so smooth, so… so perfect. She smiles and nods because how can she argue with that? Just, how?

Santana is so cute the way she's looking at the charm that's hanging from her rear view mirror. A few moments later it happens. The sexy, sultry voice with perfect pitch. If Santana sang any more bars of that song Brittany was sure she would have rear-ended the car in front of her. But no matter what, Santana refuses to sing any more. She knows Santana changed the subject to get out of singing again, so she'll let it go for now, but it doesn't mean she'll forget what a voice this girl has.

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Shit, she just blew her cover on the non-existent copy machine at boot-camp. How is she supposed to tell Santana she was so into talking to her that she made up the fact that she was still searching for her syllabus and that she lost it and would make her another copy for the afternoon. How was she supposed to tell her that she was so focused on the dimple on her cheek that she had no idea what words were actually coming out of her mouth. So, she just makes some lame excuse about Santana mishearing what she says and leaves it at that.

They go to pick up her prescription but she's not ready to tell Santana what it's for yet. She hasn't told anyone about her back pain and spasms. The only people who know are her parents because they're the ones that put her on the medication and a few dance friends that were there when she collapsed in pain one time and no one could move her for 15 minutes and her dad was called to provide help. She doesn't like to tell people, not even Sam because to Brittany pain is weakness and she doesn't like to show weakness or else people end up walking all over her.

Sam joins them by surprise and they end up walking to the food court together. Santana is a little quiet, so Brittany tries her best to bring her new friend into the conversation, but Sam – the oblivious man that he is – keeps bringing the conversation back to either himself or Brittany.

Brittany loves Sam, she does, but sometimes she just needs him to leave. He needs to get the hint that she's trying to get to know Santana and their new friendship is still fragile.

Her eyes meet Santana's and she sees the girl coming towards the table they had chosen. Santana bought herself a chicken burger, fries, and a box of… Brittany has no idea what's in the box. Maybe it's some sort of dessert or prize or toy that came with her meal. If it's a toy, that would be awesome, she would have gone to that food stall instead. So, Brittany just asks.

When Santana states that the box is a gift for her, Brittany's stomach flutters and her heart is jumping from excitement. She opens it and it's the cutest thing ever! She loves unicorns! She used to have a unicorn collection when she was in elementary school, but when her sister started playing with them, her parents thought it was time for Brittany to let go of the childish toys. It made her sad, she managed to keep and hide her favourite stuffed unicorn, but everything else was given to her sister or was donated to charity. The lack of colour and happiness in her room that the unicorns brought instigated Brittany to dance more, so dance she did.

It was as if Santana had known and she can't help but beam at her new friend. She feels Sam look over her shoulder at what it is so she tilts it towards him, "It's a unicorn, Sam! Look! It's so cute! It's perfect!"

"I didn't know you liked unicorns," Sam whispers in her ear and Brittany just shrugs not wanting to explain the entire story. At least not now. Speaking a little louder this time, Sam says with a little bit of apprehension in his voice, "It's cool, but cookie monsters are just as cool, right, Britt?"

Brittany internally sighs. Why does Sam have to be this way? She tries to ignore him and just focus on the adorable, delicious looking cake in her hands. She's appreciating the colours and smell of the little treat when she senses a little bit of tension in the air and both parties are staring at her, waiting for her to speak. She glances over at Santana again and the girl is biting her lip and trying her best to look away at her best friend's judgemental glare so she decides to be honest with him, "BUT IT'S A UNICORN!" she says as she pushes up towards him again with a big smile on her face.

By the time Sam leaves for band practice she feels a slight weight lifted off her shoulder. She really hopes Sam understands that she's not trying to push him away, well, kind of, a little bit, but it's nothing personal. She just doesn't have much time during the week to get to know Santana very much and this is her best chance to leave a good impression, so she does what she must and will have a chat with Sam later.

Upon Brittany's request, Santana takes the first bite out of the cupcake. A tiny, itty bitty wimp-ass bite. So, Brittany tells her to take a bigger one and that's when she feels a weird flutter just above her belly button. Santana has icing all over her face and it's the cutest thing she has ever seen. All this time she has thought of Santana to be kind of cool and mysterious with a sexy persona but never cute. Now, with the blue icing on her nose and her cheek and the big toothy smile across her face, she's surprised to feel like their friendship can be brought to a whole new level. But then Santana licks her fingers and that's when another type of flutter tickles Brittany. It tickles her quite a bit lower than her belly button and she subconsciously crosses her legs.

"Do I still have frosting on my face?"

Brittany had been caught staring. No, Santana doesn't have frosting on her face but she needs an excuse for staring so she tells her she does.

They finish the cupcake, making a complete mess of the napkins and Brittany leads the way to her car where they start their journey back to camp. First, stopping at the lemonade shop Brittany promised.

"Do you have a boyfriend back home?" Brittany asks when they're sitting on a picnic bench outside the restaurant; each with a flavoured lemonade in hand.

Santana smiles and shakes her head. "Do you?"

"Back home?" Brittany asks with seriousness across her face. "I am home."

Santana laughs, "No, I mean like, in general. Do you have a boyfriend?"

Brittany shakes her head too, "Sam has been trying to wingman it up for me and some guy at the music store he goes to has been trying to get my number but, other than that, nope, no action." A bit of silence falls between them and she's wondering what Santana is thinking. She has a question floating around in her mind and she wonders if she should ask it. She wonders if it would offend her if she asks but Brittany isn't one to hold back much when she's curious so she takes a deep breath and… "Well, the other day I overheard you on the phone and don't get me wrong, I wasn't eavesdropping or anything, I just happened to walk by but you were sounding a little lovey dovey on the phone so that's why I wondered if you had a boyfriend or like, maybe like, it could be, but I mean, I'm really cool with everything and stuff, and so since you said you didn't have a boyfriend, it could possibly be a best friend, right? Or like perhaps, maybe, a girlfriend of some sort, I don't know, I really only heard a few words."

Brittany realizes she's been looking down at her drink this whole time while words came flying out of her mouth and when she looks up Santana is staring at her with an amused look on her face and an eyebrow quirked way up.

Santana isn't answering. Why isn't she answering. Okay, fuck, I screwed something up. I freaked her out. Why do I do that when things are going so well? It's not like I want to date Santana, right? Do I ? … Do I?

"Yess…." Santana drags out.

For some odd reason, Brittany feels like she wants to throw up. She has a girlfriend, fuck my stupid, stupid life.

"…I was talking to my best friend."

Brittany's eyes snap up.

"Oh." Brittany's mouth keeps its O shape.

Santana smiles and goes back to drinking her lemonade.

They talk about their families a little bit once the awkwardness of the last conversation died out and a little bit about how Brittany's career got started. She talks about not doing too well in school and how dance was her only outlet and her only sense of pride. She talked about college and more about her friendship with Sam. Santana asks her more questions about her relationship with Sam, and even though Brittany doesn't want to talk about it because it was such a non-relationship in her opinion, she can't help but feel a little bit of jealousy arise from the other girl. It's just a little bit, but she can feel it every time Santana asks with shyness and hesitation in her voice. It makes her wonder if Santana might be a little bit jealous of Sam, just a little.

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They go back to camp and Brittany really hopes that her being the instructor doesn't change anything. She wants to keep getting to know this girl. She feels so drawn to her that a part of her wants to ask her to chill in her room so they can talk more but she knows it would be viewed as inappropriate to the other people. So, she settles for walking Santana to her room and thanking her again for the cupcake.

It was a great day. She hasn't had these feelings for a while, and she's beginning to accept the fact that she might have feelings for the girl. She doesn't mind. She's always found girls attractive, please, as a dancer, there are attractive people all around her, constantly. Beautiful people with beautiful bodies. She appreciates them, all of them. Men… women… Santana.

Right before bed, Brittany can't stop thinking about her day; learning about Santana, hanging out with her, sharing a cupcake with her. She opens her phone and finds the photo of her stuffed unicorn and sends it to Santana with the caption, Trixie says goodnight.

Sent by Santana: That unicorn is too cute! Thx for taking me to the mall today, I had lots of fun! See u tmrw. Goodnight, Britt-Britt.

Britt-Britt. Brittany blushes at the nickname and closes her phone. What a great way to end the night. It's 10pm and she decides to go to the toilet one more time before sleeping or else she will have to suffer the consequence of deciding whether it's worth getting out of bed to use the washroom in the middle of the night or not. Lucky for her, she has a washroom in her room, so she doesn't have to trek down the hall like the other members just to pee.

When she returns she checks her phone one more time and sees a new next message. She smiles and opens it with anticipation that it will be her new special friend.

Sent by Unknown: Hi Brittany. It's Artie. The guy from the music shop. Sam finally gave me your number. He told me you're free Sundays, so I was wondering if you would like to go for lunch or even just a coffee with me next week. Figured, I'd ask you sooner rather than later since you don't have too much time to spare. I would like to get to know you if you would do me the honor and give me a chance to do so. Let me know.

A part of Brittany's body slumps, but another messages comes in before she has the chance to think of a response.

Sent by Unknown: Oh, and Sam said something about a wingman. Hope to hear from you soon. – Artie.

Brittany stares at the message. She stares and stares. Ding. Another damn message.

Sent by Sam: Gave music boi ur numbr. U can't say im not a gud wingman. Goodluck bestie. ; )

Brittany sighs and shuts off her phone. She'll decide and respond tomorrow. The energy she had just 10 minutes ago had faded away and now she just wants to sleep.

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