AN: Thanks for stinking with me. After this chapter, things are going to move faster. Also, if you are Quinn fans, I'm sorry, this story is not going to make Quinn look very great and if you're Quinntana fans, I don't know why you're reading this fic.
Brittany POV
It's Thursday and Sam hasn't stopped messaging her about Artie. Apparently she had only sent one message back to him and it said: Hey Artie! It's nice to hear from u. I'll check my schedule and get back to you. – Brittany.
She's been contemplating whether she wants to focus her attention on something that might strictly be a crush on a straight girl that lives on the other side of the country or to go on a simple harmless date with a guy who seems sweet and kind and understanding. Not to mention Sam's constant urging of her to go meet the guy. Brittany is actually a little bit surprised at how much Sam is pushing for this date when he was the one holding it back from her all this time.
Again, her phone goes off.
From Sam: Seriously, Britt. Answer the guy. He looks so damn sad at the store and hes been asking me if ive received any texts from u. U asked for me to be a wingman and I am. I don't want u looking like an asshole but u kind of r if u don't give him an answer.
Sighing and throwing her head back, she's in the middle of texting Sam when her phone buzzes with another message. She sighs again and opens it.
From Unknown: Hi Brittany. It's Artie again. I haven't heard from you and I just wanted to make sure everything is okay. I'd understand if you didn't want to meet up with me on Sunday, but just let me know if you don't. I totally get it. No hard feelings. – Artie.
Brittany feels guilty. So, so guilty. She had thought Artie was cute and the fact that he's in a wheel chair doesn't bother her at all, in fact she finds him even more attractive in it. Like he's some sort of cool futuristic robot or something. But since spending time with Santana, Brittany hasn't put much thought into anything else other than dance and Santana. She would call home every once in a while to talk to her parents when they're not working or to her sister when she's not playing baseball, but other than that, she's been having a blast getting to know Santana and she doesn't feel the need to get close to anyone else, but Sam did set this up for her. She did ask for it and Artie seems like a stand-up guy. Finally she decides to respond to his text.
Reply to Unknown: Hi Artie. Sry its taken so long to reply. Lots going on here at the camp. But yes. Yes, lets meet up Sunday. Looking forward to it. I'll meet you at the Mall on Starwood St. at 12pm and we can go from there.
She fires another text right away.
To Sam: I already texted Artie so stop buggin. I said yes, but that also means no bestie lunch date on Sunday. Your loss ; ) I'll let u know how things go. Thx for the set up.
Ding
From Unknown: Sounds good! See you Sunday, Brittany. Can't wait!
Brittany puts her phone down and lies on her pillow. Thoughts are floating through her mind, most of them are of Santana. Her smile. Her laugh. Her voice. Her body. The way she moves.
She hears her own voice in her head as she pictures the brunette on the back of her eyelids. Do you like her? Do you like a girl? Are you crushing on the girl? You totally like the girl, admit it! She's perfect for you and damn does she make you happy. You're a lesbian. You're bisexual. Either way, it doesn't really matter, you damn well like Santana because your panties get wet just thinking about her kissing you. You're thinking about her kissing you now aren't you? Now you're feeling a tingling sensation everywhere, right? Damn you got it bad for her, Britt. Better make sure she's just as gay if not gayer than you or you'll just freak her out and you'll never see her again.
Brittany's eyes pop open. That was quite the conversation she was having with herself, but that was the exact moment – after accepting the date with Artie – when Brittany realizes that she genuinely has feelings for Santana from New York. From New York. That's really a far distance to like somebody. Brittany sighs; understanding that she just put herself in quite a pickle.
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The rest of the week goes by relatively smoothly. Brittany is back to her usual cheerful self when class starts, rolling her eyes when Breanne shows up late for the second time this week, followed by her little lapdogs. She would usually say something if her students were late and reprimand them, but because her assistant is late as well, there's not much she can do. She tried talking to Breanne several times but only gets a nod, a shrug, and a lame excuse. She even tried to tell the company (in the nicest way possible) that her assistant was a useless sack of shit, but the dance company only told her that if she was having difficulties or issues with anyone, it's up to her to send them home. Brittany isn't the type to engage in confrontation, so she does her best to use her words as kindly as possible for Breanne to step up her game.
During class, Brittany notices Santana sneaking glances at her and she always has this half smile on her face that shows off that cute little dimple on her left cheek that Brittany can't help but imagine herself poking at it.
"Earth to Brittany," a voice calls at her during one of their breaks.
Brittany is sitting next to the speaker with the music playing quietly with her new water bottle in hand. Santana is chatting with her roommate. She's watching as Rachel is about to gesture over to her direction but Santana is quick to yank her hand down and say something that looks kind of mean to the shorter girl. Santana shakes her head and covers her face with one hand as if Rachel had said something offensive or embarrassing.
Brittany snaps her head up at her name, "What's up?"
Breanne has her hand on her hips and just on the other side of the studio, her cronies are watching with evil smirks on their faces. "You need to stop zoning out dude, break was over 6 minutes ago. Are we going to continue with this class or not? If you want to keep daydreaming, go ahead, but I have other shit I would like to do before the day is over."
Brittany thinks that it was kind of rude of Breanne to say that with that kind of attitude but that's the way she is. Brittany sighs, "Sorry, you're right." She stands up and gets the class going again. She makes eye contact with Santana that currently has her eyebrows knit tight in the center in either frustration or irritation. Brittany throws her an embarrassed smile, knowing that most people heard the way Breanne spoke to her.
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Class ends and everyone is again swimming in their own pool of sweat. People leave the class breathless but a lot more skilled than they were when they walked in. Brittany is packing up her laptop when she feels a presence behind her. She swings around and a smile graces her face for the twentieth time today.
"Why do you let her talk to you like that?" Santana asks as she crosses her arms over her chest.
Brittany's smile falters. "Who?" She knows exactly who but pretends to play dumb.
"You know very well who. Your bitch of an assistant."
Brittany zips up her bag, "I've talked to her about her attitude already, I don't know what else to say."
"Get rid of her, she's useless anyway!"
Brittany is surprised at how upset Santana is.
"We'll see how things go," the blonde says as they walk out of the studio doors together. "If she keeps up with this kind of behaviour I may have to."
"Good!" Santana says with a sharp nod. "Umm," she says and looks away shyly slowing in her steps.
Brittany turns her head when she realizes the other girl has slowed down. "What's up?"
"Do you have any plans on our day off tomorrow? I was… umm, I know it's last minute but umm… I was thinking you could show me around L.A. a little bit more? You know, if you weren't doing anything or … you know, whatever."
Brittany's' whole body buzzes with excitement but then dies just as quickly. Shit.
"I… ugh, I can't tomorrow. I made plans already," she says full of regret.
"With Sam?"
"Well, I was supposed to hang out with Sam but something else came up and my plans changed."
"Hot date?" Santana gives her a wink and a wiggle of the eyebrows.
Brittany's chuckles and her mouth opens but nothing comes out. It's like she doesn't want to tell Santana she actually has a date. It's as if she thinks if she tells Santana she has a date with someone else that Santana would think she's not interested in hanging out with her and she will lose her chance with the brunette, but it seems like her silence was read easily.
"Oh, it is, isn't it?" Brittany notices a change in Santana's voice. Like she seems disappointed right after she had suggested this very scenario with enthusiasm.
Brittany sways her head back and forth, "Well, not really a date-date. I mean, Sam give this guy my number, you know, being the 'awesome wingman' that he is. So I agreed to meet up with him, you know, just to see what the guy is like. So, it's not really a date as much as it is a meet and greet," she says trying hard to make it sound like she's not at all interested in the man; which she really isn't.
"I see," Santana says with an obviously fake smile. "That's alright then. You have fun, and I hope the guy is… cool."
They stand there awkwardly for a moment so Brittany decides to say what's on her mind, "Next week?"
Santana looks at her confused.
"Next week, we can… I can take you to see… stuff."
A real smile graces Santana's lips and she nods. They stand awkwardly again before Santana speaks up, "Well, I should probably take a shower before all the hot water is gone. I'll see you Monday and um, have a good date."
Brittany almost cringes at the word but just nods, "I'll see you later, Santana," before they go their separate ways.
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It's Sunday and Brittany walks into the mall at 12:08pm. She's hardly ever late for anything. She does her best to make it to places on time, but today, she just wasn't feeling it. She spots Artie sitting by the water fountain at the front entrance. His face lights up and she gives a polite smile. They decide to eat lunch at a small restaurant attached to the mall. Brittany doesn't know if she's supposed to push Artie or walk next to him. He seems to be rolling along quite quickly so she decides to just walk next to him.
They sit down and menus are placed in front of them. Brittany quickly grabs one and reads over her options.
"Hey, is everything okay?" Artie asks.
Brittany looks up from her menu, "Huh? Oh, yes, of course. Why?"
"I just asked you if you wanted something to drink."
"Oh! Sorry, my bad! Um, sure, I'll have a lemonade."
Artie nods and orders for her when the waitress comes over. They order their meals and chat. Artie is actually pretty easy to talk to. Brittany is enjoying her time with him, but she knows if she rejects him, Artie probably won't be up for being 'just friends'.
They continue on their conversation with a few laughs and basic topics like hobbies and interests. When lunch is finished, Artie insisted on paying and wouldn't take no for an answer. Brittany thanks him as they leave the restaurant together.
"I had a great time, thanks for meeting up with me, Brittany."
Brittany flashes a smile, "It was nice. Thank you for lunch. It was wonderful."
Some awkward silence floats between them and Brittany is just waiting for a way out.
"So, do you think I can see you again sometime?"
A part of Brittany feels bad for the guy. She feels like if she wasn't so attracted to Santana that maybe she would go on another date with him. Maybe she could even like him, but Brittany's mind is set to get to know Santana better. At least until the boot-camp ends.
"I'm pretty busy the rest of this summer with my boot-camp and all," Brittany sees Artie's face drop and feels so guilty, "Perhaps after it's over? Maybe in September some time?"
Artie's face brightens again and he nods.
Brittany offers Artie a ride home but his wheel chair doesn't fit in her car so he says it's fine since he wheeled to the mall, he doesn't live too far. They say their goodbyes and Artie reaches out for a hug which Brittany leans down to give him. She sighs. She knows she won't be the one calling him up in September.
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When she gets back to the camp the first thing she spots in Sam's car. She parks a few stalls away from him wondering why he's here. When she walks in she sees him talking to none other than her assistant. She subconsciously rolls her eyes. Judging by their stances, Sam is talking animatedly and Breanne is leaning into him, laughing and running her fingers over his forearm.
"Sam?" Brittany says quietly as to not intentionally interrupt them.
He turns around, "Britt!" He hugs her straight away.
Brittany hugs back and looks up just in time to see Breanne cross her arms over her chest, tilt her head, and purse her lips together.
"I was just talking to Breanne here! Did you know she was almost the North American Dance Champion two years ago?"
Brittany smiles as warmly as possible and nods, "I did. What are you doing here?"
"I don't know, I figured after your lunch with Artie, you would come back here and we would have some time to hang out. I got here about 10 minutes ago and was greeted by Breanne so we just chatted until you got here," He says with a smile while Breanne continues to stand there even though neither Sam nor Brittany are actually talking to her.
"It would have been nice if you had told me," Brittany says a little annoyed. She was hoping she would have some part of her day off to hang out with Santana.
Sam frowns, "I'm sorry. I should have. Did you have something else you needed to do?"
Brittany wasn't going to tell him, especially not with Breanne still fucking standing there looking at Sam with eyes that are screaming for his attention.
"Not really, but I'm a little tired. I was just about to head to my room to get some rest and maybe work on next week's choreography."
"Oh," Sam says with a slight pout. "I don't mind hanging with you while you rest. Also, you need to tell me all about your date with Artie."
Brittany jumps when she hears Breanne's voice. She almost forgot she was there. "You went on a date with this stud here waiting for you?"
Brittany internally groans. Why is she still here? "Sam's my best friend," she needlessly explains. She doesn't want to tell her she went on a date with Artie because to her, it wasn't really a date. According to Brittany, a date is when two people meet up and both parties are interested in turning it into something more. However, Brittany knew right when she responded to Artie's text that she had no intentions of it going any further than a courteous meet up.
Wanting nothing more than to leave the vicinity Breanne is in, she grabs Sam by the wrist, "Fine. Let's hang out and we can catch up. I need to get some work done though, so we can hang out in my room." She takes a few steps down the hall and turns, "Bye Breanne."
Breanne stands there with her hand on her hips as if Brittany completely interrupted her conversation with her boyfriend and then stole him away. She turns away without saying goodbye and stomps off. Brittany shakes her head at the girl and continues to drag Sam towards her room.
Brittany rests on her bed after changing into sweat pants as Sam sits on the sofa. She tells him how the meeting with Artie went and she told him that although she thought he was a nice guy, she's not interested in him, but thanks him for being a good wingman.
Sam smiles and nods. It's quiet for a little bit and Brittany can feel herself starting to drift off to sleep.
"So, are you interested in anyone else?" Sam asks as he rummages through her mini fridge.
Santana's face flashes quickly though Brittany's mind and she smiles to herself, but shrugs when Sam looks back up after deciding on an apple juice and plops back down onto the sofa.
"That's not a no," Sam says while trying to read her with squinted eyes.
"I don't know," Brittany starts, "It's weird, because, I don't even know what I'm feeling."
Sam nods, trying to understand. "It's not Artie, right?"
Brittany frowns because she had just told him that she wasn't interested in the guy. She shakes her head, "No."
Brittany sees Sam grit his teeth a little bit and then inhales a deep breath. "Is it Santana?"
Brittany's eyes snap too quickly over to her best friend and that just gives it away. Her heart rate speeds up at the sound of that name and the fact that she's not responding is another giveaway and she knows Sam can read her.
"It is, isn't it?" He says in a defeated tone.
She breathes deeply, swallows the air, licks her lips, and then shrugs. "I don't know," she says looking down at her hands. She's never had feelings like this towards another woman and she's more confused and nervous about it than she thought she would be. Is she about to come out to her best friend the same moment she's about to finally say it out loud to herself? She bites her lips and continues to play with the comforter sitting on her lap. She feels the bed dip next to her.
"It's okay, you know?" Sam says gently.
She wants to look up at him but she's nervous. Knowing it herself, she's comfortable with. She had already started to accept the fact she's developing feelings for Santana. She enjoys spending time with the girl and occasionally pictures them holding hands or kissing, but to admit it verbally was scarier than she thought. So she just gives the tiniest of nods.
"Brittany," he grabs her hand that's picking at a stray thread. She finally looks up at him and his features are gentler and calmer than she expected them to be. "It's okay," he repeats. "I mean, I kind of saw it the other day at the mall. The way you looked at her was just, it was different. It was different from the way you looked at other people. Different from the way you looked at me back when we…" he clears his throat, "when we were together."
"Different?" she asks quietly.
Sam nods, "Yeah, totally. Like you look like you just want to know everything about her. You're fascinated by her and every time she smiled, so did you."
Brittany nods, because yeah, it's all true.
"She looks at you the same way, you know," Sam says and Brittany notices slight pain in his features.
"She does?"
He nods again, "Yeah. I was trying not to believe it because I... well, it's not that I was trying to stop you from liking her as a women, but just…" he shrugs and she puts her free hand on his forearm. She gets it. "You know," he says as he looks down at her hand and then back up at her.
It's Brittany's turn to nod this time, "I do."
They both take some time to let it all absorb and process everything they just said to each other.
"But it's okay," Sam forces a smile, "She's cool and pretty hot." They both chuckle. "Just… it might take me some time to… you know… move on."
She reaches for him and gives him a hug that surprises him at first but hugs back in seconds. "Thank you," Brittany whispers. "Thank you for being such a great friend. The best."
They pull away and Sam has a genuine smile on his face but then it drops slightly, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I wasn't all that friendly to Santana, I guess… I guess I was a bit jealous and, I don't know, I thought it would be easier competition for me if you ended up with Artie. It was selfish of me, and I apologize. I can tell you really like her, and I like seeing you happy, so, it's all good." He looks down at the time on his phone, "I should probably go now though. I don't want to be late for practice again; the guys are going to hate me."
She chuckles at that and gets up off the bed and walks him back out to the main doors. They say goodbye and with another tight hug, Sam leaves.
Walking back down the hall, Brittany feels like there's a huge weight lifted off her shoulder. She's admitted to herself that she likes Santana. Sam is cool with it. Sam is on his way to sorting out his own feelings. She feels drained but pretty happy about the conversation.
"So are you fucking him too, or what?"
Brittany stops in her tracks, closing her eyes because she knows that annoying voice from anywhere and turns around. She didn't even see the girl, how the hell did she suddenly appear?
"Excuse me?" Brittany asks leaning in with her left ear towards the girl.
"I don't know. You just went on a date with another guy and it's clear that Sam likes you. You drag him into your room for an hour and then he leaves? Come on, you could at least save him for someone else."
"Breanne, what are you talking about? Sam and I were just chatting in my room. We're just friends."
Breanne looks down at her sweat pants and back up at her, "Whatever. I know all about you so I know the things you do. Don't play stupid with me," she rolls her eyes, "Although, usually, you're not playing," she smirks but her face turns hard again, "If you're just fucking him, why don't you go play with someone else's heart. Sam deserves someone better than you."
Brittany looks around the hall and is glad no one is roaming about. Most of the girls left the dorm to enjoy their day off.
"You watch your mouth!" Brittany snaps. "You don't know anything about me or him for that matter!"
Breanne just pulls her head back and laughs, she turns around and waves her hand as if completely disregarding Brittany's words.
Brittany is furious. She goes back to her room and throws herself onto her bed and tries not to let tears seep through her eyes. She doesn't know if she's more angry or upset. She needs to get rid of Breanne.
Her phone vibrates and she lets out a frustrated groan and picks it up off the night table. She suddenly feels her body calm a bit.
From Santana: Hey Britt-Britt. RU still out with your date?
To Santana: Hi San.. no, I'm back.
From Santana: How did it go?
To Santana: It was alright, he's a nice guy but I probably won't see him again.
From Santana: Aw, I'm sorry.
Brittany feels a sudden urge to see Santana. She doesn't care anymore. She's pissed off at Breanne and she needs some comfort so she goes for it.
To Santana: Room 052. Can you come chat?
She receives no response for 30 seconds and sighs. Feeling rejected and a little embarrassed. She's about to send another next to say that she doesn't have to if she's busy but then there's a knock on the door and her heart jumps immediately.
Opening the door she can't stop the smile from gracing her face as her girl crush is standing there with a sheepish smile. Brittany opens the door wider to let Santana in. Her feelings of frustration towards Breanne slowly fading.
They talk about her non-date with Artie, about Sam showing up at the camp, and about Breanne. She tells her about Sam going into her room to talk but skips the part about their topic. She tells Santana about Breanne's outburst after Sam's departure and sighs. "I know it's too late for us to go out now, but we're still on for next week right?"
Brittany sees Santana's face light up but drop. She's wringing at her fingers and bites the inside of her left cheek and sighs. "I can't hang out anymore next week. My best friend is coming to L.A.."
Santana POV
Brittany and Santana have been getting along great the last few days. They chat during their breaks and when they're in their respective rooms they're texting each other. During class, Brittany sometimes throws her a cheeky smile and they subtly joke around when they're able to do so. It's Thursday evening and they've just finished another intense class full of quick foot work and hip movement. Santana chats a little with Brittany before sprinting off to the showers. When she returns, Rachel is already brushing her teeth. Santana is chilling on her bed watching some ridiculous reality show when Rachel walks by her towards her own bed.
They're silent for a while and Santana likes it. She enjoys her time with Rachel when they're not actually talking, but then, like always, Rachel ruins it.
"So, Miss Brittany seems really happy this week."
Santana nods.
"The two of you seem to be getting along quite well too."
Santana side eyes her but returns her focus on the television and shrugs.
Suddenly her phone goes off with a beep and she reaches over to find a text from Brittany.
From Britt-Britt: Great job today! U were one of the few that were able to keep up with my choreo. U have great hip movement.
Santana feels her face heat up and smiles at her phone.
To Britt-Britt: I only learn from the best. Trust me, your hips are amazing.
She regrets it the moment she sends it, afraid that she might have taken it a little too far, but she's relieved when Brittany responds.
From Britt-Britt: Haha, oh you have no idea, Santana. Enjoy the rest of the evening. Xox
"Seriously, Santana. Are you even listening to me?"
Santana rolls her eyes, "I'm trying not to."
She suddenly feels the side of her bed dip and shoots a deadly glare at her roommate. Rachel quickly stands up with a look of fear on her face and sits down on her own bed but not taking her eyes off of Santana.
"Look, Santana. I know you don't usually listen to me when I'm talking but I really hope you will at least listen to me now. As your roommate, I feel I'm responsible to tell you the things I see, even if you don't want to see it, and it has come to my attention that during our classes, your eyes tend to wander away when either I or another one of our classmates are trying to make conversation with you and due to this fact – "
"Seriously, you need to not take so long to get to the point. My head is starting to hurt."
"You like Miss Brittany."
Santana opens her mouth to snap at her nosey roommate but finds no words come out. She looks up to see Rachel's eyes are gentle and caring.
"I… I don't even… how can you tell?" Santana can't believe she's having this conversation but it's happening.
"It's kind of obvious the way you look at her. You steal glances during class and you find any opportunity to talk to her. If I liked someone I'd do the same," Rachel shrugs.
"Fuck." She looks Rachel dead in the eyes, "You better not fucking say anything."
Rachel sits up with her eyes wide open. Her hands shoot up in defense, "No. Never."
Santana nods and goes back to staring at the foot of her bed.
"If it helps, I think she likes you too."
Santana's eyes focus back on to her roommate.
"I see the way she looks at you too sometimes. It's not really hard when you're paying attention, and I'm very aware of my surroundings. I know you went to the mall with her on our day off, why don't you hang out with her again this weekend? I'm sure she would be more than happy to. Then if you two actually hit it off, you have me to thank and I personally think that…"
Santana officially stops listening but considers taking the advice of asking Brittany to hang out again. Man, she must really like this girl in order for her to take advice from Rachel fucking Berry. Now all she needs is the courage to do it.
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It's Saturday and they're on their water break. It has actually gone on longer than usual but no one really cares, they're all sweating balls (at least those that have them), and could use the extra rest.
"Tomorrow is our day off, this is your last chance."
Santana closes her eyes and turns around to face her very nosy roommate, no really, she has a large nose. "Don't you think I know that? I can't, she's…" Santana looks in Brittany's direction then back at Rachel, "…busy."
"No she's not! She's drinking water and probably daydreaming! Go ask her!" Rachel almost gestures towards the blonde but Santana is quick to pull her damn arm down.
"What the fucking shit? She could have seen that!" Santana covers her face when she feels it heat up in embarrassment.
Santana is about to slap Rachel on the arm when she hears the shrill voice of one intolerable bitch. She turns and immediately feels the heat of embarrassment turn into heat of fury when she sees the way Breanne is talking to Brittany.
"… If you want to keep daydreaming, go ahead, but I have other shit I would like to do before the day is over."
Brittany says something and looks a little sad and ashamed. She stands up and bright blue eyes make contact with hers but Santana can't shake the look on her face. How could someone talk to Brittany like that? Brittany throws her a tiny smile and Santana's heart just breaks for her. Breanne treats Brittany like crap and gets away with it. Not on her watch!
Once class ends, Santana takes this chance to talk to Brittany. To talk about Breanne and getting rid of her useless ass. When they are out the doors, she finally gains the courage to ask Brittany out. Her beating heart stops and tumbles in the most uncomfortable way when she hears that the girl has a non-date-date. A ray of sunshine seeps through when Brittany asks her to hang out the following weekend, but it's still so far away. Santana nods because what else can she do? She's still bummed out about Brittany going on a date. What if they actually hit it off? What if Brittany likes the guy before Santana even has the chance to go on a non-date-date with her? What if Rachel is a fucking liar and Brittany is actually straight? Santana decides the best way to release her wrath is to kill Rachel.
Lucky for Rachel, she's in the shower when Santana arrives back into the room and there is no way Santana is going to go all Norman Bates on her and have to see it naked. No one should have to see that. But by the time Santana is finished showering Rachel is fast asleep. Santana will have to kill her another day, killing her in her sleep is just cruel.
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Santana spends the next day in her room mostly by herself listening to music with her new awesome headphones she bought last weekend. She tries not to dwell on the fact that Brittany is on a date. Rachel went out with a group of people including the giant with two left feet. She's lying in bed in a sports bra and shorts when she feels a vibration to her left. Picking up her phone she sees that it's Quinn.
"Hi,Q," she says when she picks up the phone.
They talk about everything that has been going on in their lives since they last spoke. In fact, the last time they spoke, Quinn was incredibly drunk mid-afternoon. It is nice to hear her friend sober this time. Santana enjoys talking to Quinn, they have been through almost everything together, but for the first time, Santana is getting vibes from her best friend, and they're making her uncomfortable. Quinn is constantly telling her how much she misses her and how good it would feel to be wrapped up in her arms once again. Santana can't stop herself from thinking about how great it would feel being wrapped up in Brittany's arms. Quinn had also hinted that she has been horny lately and the past few make out sessions she had with one of her go-to's were not satisfying.
"So, I'm coming to L.A. next weekend."
"You what?" Santana doesn't mean to sound rude or unwelcoming. She's just shocked and well, maybe she doesn't want Quinn around when Brittany is here. Shit! Brittany! Santana remembers that Brittany is supposed to show her around next weekend.
"What? You don't want me to come? Fine then, I'll cancel my ticket!" Quinn says abrasively.
"Wait, no. I didn't mean it that way, of course I want you to. I'm surprised is all," Santana tries to cover her ass but her chest feels tight at the fact that she won't be able to spend her only day off with the one person who has been able to make her happy lately, "but you know you can't stay here at the dorm right?"
"I know, silly," Quinn's mood changes quickly, "I'm actually coming up for a Law trip with some classmates. I'll be staying about 15 minutes away from where your camp is."
"Oh, cool! Great! I can't wait to see you then," Santana tries to say as quickly as possible afore Quinn hears the lie in her voice.
"I'm excited too! Love you, San. See you next week!"
Santana officially can't get herself to say those words to her best friend anymore. She loves Quinn, sure. They're best friends, but she has a feeling that Quinn means it differently and it's something they both need to have a long chat about.
"See you next week, Q! Looking forward to it," is all she manages to get out
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She wants to slap herself immediately when she sees the pout on Brittany's lips when she mentions Quinn's visit after Brittany had asked her to hang out in her room. Santana apologizes profusely, something she never does for anyone and actually surprises herself. Brittany asks Santana a few questions about her friendship with Quinn, like how they met and what her favourite thing about her best friend is.
Santana takes a while to think about that one. A surprisingly long time and finally decides on, "She's always been there for me."
When asked to elaborate, Santana hesitates to mention her parent's divorce, her father leaving, and her mother's clingy but unapproachable personality, but she does anyway because the way Brittany is looking at her warmly, she feels like she can trust her. Brittany is officially the second person who knows about Santana's family life. Knowing it's probably time to go back to her own room since they have an early morning class the next day, Santana reluctantly says mentions the time.
"I should let you get some sleep, it's passed midnight."
Brittany nods and they both stand up as Brittany walks her out.
"Thanks for opening up to me," Brittany says when Santana reaches for the door knob. "I like listening to your story, I feel like I know you a little bit better," she says with a smile.
Instinctively, Santana reaches out but then pulls herself back, not wanting to seem needy and clingy like her mother. Brittany, however, has different thoughts and brings herself closer and wraps Santana in a hug. Santana is stunned but immediately sinks into the taller girl's embrace; hugging back and resting her chin on Brittany's shoulders.
Santana enters her own room with her heart racing more than it probably should. It was just a hug, but damn, it was the most comfortable hug she has ever had. The shape of Brittany's body just fit perfectly into her own, and she felt more safe, calm, and relaxed than she has been in a long time, or possibly ever.
It's official, Santana Lopez, has developed feelings for one Brittany Pierce.
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