A/N: I tried to make this chapter a bit longer for you guys because of my absence, and it helps let out some of my built up stress from school. I'm sorry I disappeared for a while, but I had a bunch of shit going on. . . And then I sorta got obsessed with Clexa and Wayhaught. I wanted to say again, if I haven't already, that my inspiration comes in spurts, and that I will most likely not update consistently. This chapter is more Quintana friendship. Also, I'm gonna try and speed up after this chapter and make the 'tour' shorter than one would be to really work on brittana as a relationship. Anyway. . . I really appreciate all of you guys for taking the time to read and review my story. Thanks a bunch.

Chapter 15

I wake up to my alarm blaring in my face. Groaning loudly, I fumble around for my phone until I manage to turn it off. If I actually cared, I would be concerned that I woke up my roommates, but even if I did, and that is a long shot, they are probably both already awake. I sit up on my bed and rub the sleep from my eyes. I am so glad that Berry remembered to turn off her stupid showtunes this morning, because I am so not in the mood to deal with her this early in the morning. I mean, who gets up before noon? Not me, that's who. Still half asleep, I go through the motions of my morning routine, not actually comprehending what I'm doing. Before I know it, we are walking out of the room and making our way into the lobby to check out. I follow a noisy Berry and Hummel into the elevator, trying my best to block out their squeals as we slowly start moving down towards the lower floors. I think I almost fall asleep in the elevator, because as soon as we reach the lobby and the ding sounds throughout the space, my head shoots up and I can hardly remember how we got here. Apparently - not that I haven't already noticed - I am not a morning person. Now that I think about it, I'm usually more grumpy than this, although, that probably has something to do with a gorgeous blonde that I kissed last night. My heart starts to pound a lot harder as the realization that I am about to see her hits me suddenly. The elevator doors start to open, and I wait in anticipation to see Britt. It almost feels like the doors are purposefully opening slowly to make be painfully wait to see the star. When they do finally open, my eyes quickly dart around, searching and searching, until, finally, they come across a wisp of blonde hair over in the corner. Brittany is sitting on a cozy looking couch, looking adorable as always. She looks up and our eyes meet briefly. She flashes me a shy, yet still wide smile, and I swear I die inside a little bit. Just as I am about to make my way over to her, my phone rings in the back pocket of my jeans. Perfect timing. I let out a huff of air and check to see the caller ID. Freaking Quinn. She just had to call right at this moment. I look up once more at Britt and give her an apologetic glance. With a small motion to my phone, she nods at me, looking a little upset, but still understanding, and I swipe the screen to answer Quinn's call.

"What is it Q?" I let out in an annoyed tone.

"Well, good to see, or rather, talk to you too, Santana. Who slipped you a grumpy pill this morning?"

"Shut it, Fabray. I was just about to talk to Brittany."

"Ohhhh, I get it. Now it makes sense," Replies Quinn. Oh, how I wish I could wipe what I know is a smirk off of her face. Sadly, she is nowhere near me at the moment.

"Ugh, you are so annoying."

"Aww. Sanny-poo, did you not get an last night?"

"Quinn, I swear!"

"Yeah, sorry. Jeez. Anyway, give me details. You've barely called at all since you left, and I want to know what being on tour with Brittany Pierce is like."

"Fine, but only because you're my best friend."

"I'm your only friend, S."

"Do you want to hear about it, or not?"

"Okay, okay. I'll shut up now." I roll my eyes slightly before walking into the lobby restroom so I don't disturb anybody with my conversation.

"Well, it's been really fun, and a great experience. It feels so amazing to be dancing on a professional stage in front of Britt's screaming fans. It's exhilarating!"

"Woah, woah, woah. Back it up. Britt? You call her Britt? Something must have happened between you too! Spill it!" I immediately feel a light blush - yes, I said blush - come across my face. It's a good thing that Quinn isn't actually here right now or she would be making fun of me even more.

"We started hanging out and stuff. Doing fun things and hanging around. Like, friend stuff." I don't know why I leave out the part about last night, but it's not like she let's me get away with it anyway.

"So you're like, friends now?"

"Yeah," I say, my voice a little shaky with nerves.

"Wait. There's something you're not telling me. What is it!"

"Uh, so, we may or may not have sort of, um, kissed last night." I hear a large, and overly exaggerated gasp come through the phone.

"OMG! Seriously!? What happened? What was it like?"

"Q, I'm not talking about this right now. We are supposed to be heading to the airport right about now, and you're holding me up. I have to go."

"Fine, but call me as soon as you can, because we are not done with this conversation."

"Somehow I knew you were gonna say that. Anyway, bye Q, love you and talk to you soon."

"Love you too, Lopez." And with that, I hear the click of her hanging up come through the speaker, and I let out a small sigh. Thank goodness the interrogation is over. With one last breath, I turn around and walk out of the restroom that I was, how should I put this, hiding out in. Sometimes, my conversations with Quinn really do not need to be overheard by other people. As I step out of the door, I notice that the entire crew is getting ready to head out. I pick up my pace a little, and follow them out of the hotel. I slowly, but surely, catch up to them as they make their way to the limos parked outside by the sidewalk. Before I can get into the car meant for the dancers, I feel a hand wrap around my wrist and tug me slightly over to the right of the limo. I don't even have to look up to know who it is, but I do anyway. My breath catches in my throat as I take in the beauty that is Brittany Pierce.

"Hey Britt. Good morning." She gives me one of her amazingly cute smiles in return.

"Hey San," she says, scuffing her foot on the ground lightly. "So, I was wondering if, uh, you would want to ride with me on the way to airport?" Before I can stop myself, I let out a shit-eating grin and nod."

"Of course, Britt. That sound awesome." My face flushes slightly ar how eager my voice sounds, but when her face lightens up, I suddenly don't care that I sound like a fool. She tugs on the arm that she still holding onto, and I walk with her a couple feet over to her designated car. I open the passenger side door for her, wanting to be polite. "After you, my lady," I say in a British accent, earning a giggle in return.

"Thanks, San." She hops into the car, with grace that I could only dream of having. Sadly, I am a huge clutz, and manage to trip over my own feet as I get in, which Brittany chuckles at as well.

Throughout the ride, we crack jokes and tell stories, and just be ourselves. Luckily, we tend to be pretty awesome. The drive to the airport asses by so quickly, it's almost like someone pressed the fast forward button on my life. Not that I would want to fast forward my time with Britt. The 30 minute drive passes by so quickly, I have to actually force myself to not tell the driver to make a wrong turn at an intersection, just so I could spend more time with Britt in the limo.

"So, can I sit with you on the plane?" I ask nervously.

"Of course, silly. Who else would I sit with." I just laugh slightly at her adorableness - is that even a word? Whatever. It is now - and we walk into the airport. The time it takes to go through security and get to the gate is a blur, probably because I spent too much time staring at Brittany. What can I say? She's drop dead gorgeous. We make it to the gate just in time for our ticket numbers to be called - we're in first class - and we make our way onto the plane before it starts to fill up with people, and finally takes of.

A/N #2: Thanks so much you guys. Hope you liked reading it as much as I did writing it. Have a lovely end of March and beginning of April, and don't forget to share your thoughts in reviews. They make me happy! - NLL10!