A/N: Hey guys. I've been sort of AWOL recently and I'm super sorry. I don't even have a great excuse. I mean, my mental health has been steadily getting worse, but writing is therapeutic in a way, so that doesn't count. But I just wanna say thanks for sticking with me. I'm so grateful for all the reviews! I love hearing what you have to say, so please, hit that button and let your heart out.

Chapter 16

Britt and I never actually got to that date. As the tour picked up, shit got crazy and we were swamped with practice and press. By the time we were done for the night, we were too tired to do anything other than drop on our beds like flies.

Every day on tour was so exciting and amazing even though it wore me out. Quinn would constantly call me, asking me how I was doing or to hook her up with hot guys with accents or telling me the latest drama. Rachel was as annoying as ever, but I learned to tune her out and just nod along like I was listening. Kurt and Blaine are now disgustingly in love, and Puck proceeds to hit on me every other day, despite my constant reminders that I play for the other team. That never stopped him. In fact, it just made him seem like more of a dick when he asked for a threesome. Sam kind of stuck to himself for the most part. I have no clue why. Maybe he was embarrassed about his giant mouth? Whatever. It just means that there is one less person to annoy me.

On top of all that, I maintained my friendship with Jess. I don't know what it is about her that draws me in, but somehow, I feel connected to her, like I already know her or something. It's really confusing. Our friendship is amazing and we've grown closer through our joking texts. I even managed to not talk about Brittany all the time (yet she still seema to live in my mind).

Speaking of Britt. . .

Over the length of the tour, I never missed a chance to talk to Brittany. Despite not getting to go out with her yet, we took the time to get to know each other and get closer. We haven't kissed again yet, but honestly, that just makes me want her even more. I'm super excited for our first date, whenever it may be. Every time I think about it, I have to force myself not to squeal like a little girl.

As it turns out, Britt lives in New York, which I didn't actually know. Apparently, she didn't want to be where everyone else was or something. I don't really know. All I know it that I get to be with her. It makes me feel all warm inside when I think about it. I-

"Sanny, you gotta put your seatbelt on, we're about to take off." I'm broken out of my daydream as I feel Britt poking me and notice that the plane has started down the runway.

"Oh, right. Thanks for reminding me, Britt." She smiles and giggles at me in response. Before I can forget again, I quickly grab by buckle, satisfied when I hear the click that means it's securely in place. "Alrighty, buckled up and ready to go," I say while grinning at Brittany. I get a soft smile in response. Our moment breaks when the plane lurches forward and starts to speed up. I feel Brittany squeeze my hand slightly. She must have grabbed a hold of it when I was lost in my thoughts, because I hadn't noticed. My ears start to pop as the plane lifts off and gets higher and higher into the sky. Since we had to go back to LA before going home, the flight to New York is going to be super long, but I guess that's not really a problem as I have Britt to keep my day bright and shiny.

Sometime during the flight, I must have fallen asleep, because I open my eyes and we are already flying over New York City, approaching the airport and getting ready to land.

"Hey there, sleepyhead." I turn over to look at Britt, feeling slightly groggy.

"Hey. How long was I asleep?"

"I'm not sure. We watched The Little Mermaid for a while, and then I looked over and you were asleep, and you looked so comfy, so I leaned over and fell asleep on top of you. I guess that means that I kind of slept through the flight too," she says with a blush. I fill up with warmth when she admits to sleeping on me. I don't know why, but just the thought of it makes me happy. This time, it is me who grabs her hand and gives it a light squeeze while our soft smiles linger, staying in our small world just filled with our feelings. We land in no time, maintaining the sweet silence, and exit the plane, all while still holding hands. As we enter the gate in the airport, I drop her hand, not wanting to attract unwanted attention, and smile at her as we walk. I brace myself for the crazy that I know is going to come - along with the camera flashes - as the Brittany Pierce enters with her dancers after her long tour. And boy is it crazy! It's almost as if I am blinded by all of the flashing that is going on, and I can barely hear anything over all of the screaming fans and questioning photographers. I don't know how celebrities deal with it. Seriously. I mean, I knew Britt was and is famous, but this is just insane.

We make our way to her private ride as quickly as possible, the rest of the dancers evacuating the scene as well. After we lose the paparazzi, we hurry to the restroom before leaving, In the car, I decide to text Jessica to let her know that I'm back in town.

Hey Jess, just wanted to say that I'm back in NY and was wondering if you wanted to hang out one time.

I look up from my phone to wait for a reply and notice Britt looking at hers with her thinking face on. Before I ask, I remember that she said something earlier about wanting to check in with her family, so I let her be. I'm not bored for long, because the next moment my phone buzzes, signaling a text from someone. I quickly check my notifications and see that Jess texted me back, so I unlock my phone to check her reply.

Hi San. I'm glad you're back. Really. I think it would be cool as ice cream to hang out with you.

Her response earns a small chuckle from me, and I'm already looking forward to meeting up with her.

I'm pretty sure the expression is 'cool as a cucumber,' but yeah, it would be pretty great. When are you free?

Yeah, well, ice cream is better than a cucumber. And I'm available pretty much whenever.

That's true. Okay, so, I'm planning on taking Britt out on a date tonight, so maybe tomorrow around noon? We could meet up for lunch.

Ooooo. Good luck on your date and have fun. What are you gonna do? Lunch sounds great.

I'm not quite sure yet. Maybe dinner and a walk around a park or something. Awesome, see you tomorrow!

Sounds like a great date. See you, can't wait! Bye.

Bye, Jess!

I turn off my phone when our conversations ends, even though I should probably text Quinn, and decide to take the last few minutes of the ride to my apartment relaxing.

As soon as we pull up, I turn to Brittany to say goodnight and give her a hug, which last probably twice as long as an embrace should, but what the hell, it's Britt and I needz my Britt-Britt time. After we reluctantly part, I make my way to the apartment I share with Quinn, and enter as silently as I can, hoping to surprise her. I hear some noises in the TV area, which is not very surprising, and head over that way. I turn the corner to see Quinn munching on some snacks while watching some reality TV shit or something. I sneak up behind her, silently laughing because it's gonna be hilarious if I can pull this off.

"Q!" I shout as loud as I possibly can. I burst out in laughter as she jumps up and screams, throwing her chips everywhere.

"Bitch! What the hell! Why the fuck would you do that? And why did you not text me that you were back. Come here!" I just grin at her and continue my snickers as I give her a tight squeeze.

"Missed you too, Q." She gives me a curious look, and I know that she's going to start one of her long interrogations. Before I can get out of it, she says,

"Soooooo, S. Tell me about the tour. And don't leave anything out. I want the juicy details!" I inwardly groan, knowing that it's going to be awhile before I can escape, and launch into the story.

"Well. . . ."

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