A/N So I didn't realize the other half of part 3 didn't transfer so here is the ending of that. My bad!

Brittany's smile softens and her eyes stay glued on Santana's as the brunette sips on her drink again. Something in the air shifts and neither girl really knows how long they've been standing there just staring at each other.

Lips, eyes, lips, eyes, lips eyes.

"I like your laugh." Brittany says finally, but their gazes never break.

"I like you making me laugh." Santana replies, amazed by her smoothness.

Brittany nods to that, smirk deepening as the tips of her ears pink. She gulps more of her drink and Santana watches the veins in her throat move, revels in the cut of her jaw, melts at the sight of her licking her lips. Santana feels hot all over again and it's not even because Brittany makes really good cocktails.

"Babe? Babe! There you are!" Noah slurs as he stumbles into the kitchen, his fist wrapped around the neck of a bottle of Jack Daniels.

Santana groans at the pet name and turns away from the sexy sight of Brittany to see a drunk Noah. He's shirtless and he can barely stand as he leans against the doorway, "Fuck, you're so hot in your work clothes."

Santana rolls her eyes at him and sets her cup down to go for Noah's bottle, "I think you've had enough."

"Hell no, I'm just getting started!" Noah frowns, holding the bottle away from Santana and wraps his free hand around her slim waist, tugging her to his chest, "Come on, baby, don't be a buzzkill."

He proceeds to kiss her neck and the smell of whiskey on his breath is nauseating. Santana turns away from him but that only gives him more space on her neck so she tries to push away at his chest, "Noah, quit. You're drunk."

"And you're not." He smirks against her, "Come on, baby. How about we.."

He whispers in Santana's ear all the dirty things he wants to do to her and any other time Santana would've been down, but not this time. She's tired and she's not in the mood and she was having a better time with Brittany.

At the thought of the blonde, she looks up and sees Brittany focusing hard on making herself another drink, trying to ignore what's going on on the other side of the kitchen. Santana can tell she feels awkward, anyone would if they were in Brittany's position.

"Ow, Noah!" Santana shoves again at her boyfriend when she feels a hard bite at her neck but he only holds her tighter, "Get off of me!"

She's used to taking care of him when he's being an ass, but something about the involvement of alcohol and his new attitude worries her. When he doesn't let go right away, she gets scared.

"Puck, come on." Brittany says, suddenly right beside them. Her hand is on his shoulder and there's fire in her eyes as she speaks, "Let her go."

"Fuck off, Pierce." Noah spits, "She's my girl."

"You don't own her." Brittany grits out and something swells in Santana before Noah's taking that away again by saying something rude.

That sets Santana off and she roughly pushes at him again, this time breaking free, "I'm not your anything, Noah."

"What the hell is wrong with you lately, Santana?" He snaps, "You never want to fuck me."

Brittany blushes at that and steps away sensing this is about to get ugly, but she doesn't stray far.

"I'm more than just your slam piece!" Santana tells him and jabs her finger at his chest, "I'm your girlfriend! You're supposed to treat me like one!"

"Well what kind of girlfriend doesn't want to please her man?"

"The kind that has to date a douche bag like you!" Santana yells and her voice strains with so many bottled up emotions, "But you don't have to worry about that anymore. We're done."

"What?!" Noah gasps and reaches for her. Santana swats his hand away though, "You can't break up with me!"

"I just did, asshole." Santana huffs and walks out of the room. As she makes her way to the front door, she can hear glass shattering and Noah bitching, but the only thing she cares about is hoping Brittany is't stuck cleaning up her mess.

Santana stumbles outside and almost trips over the gravel against her high heels. Her eyes blur with unshed tears, tears she doesn't know why are forming, but then someone is helping her to her feet.

"I know you're not about to get behind the wheel of that car." Brittany says, steadying Santana's wobbling stance. There's a lightness to her tone that Santana's thankful for and finds herself smiling because of it.

"I was thinking of walking, but these heels aren't made for all that." Santana tells her and Brittany laughs.

"Do you want me to drive you home?" Brittany asks softly, her voice void of her usual flirty tone.

"You've been drinking too," Santana says and motions to the cup still in Brittany's hand.

"I was drinking soda." Brittany chuckles and holds it up for Santana, "Taste."

It's the last thing she wants to do, but Santana lets Brittany tip the cup to her lips as Santana's fingers clutch at Brittany's wrist. Blue eyes watch her closely, making sure nothing drips down her chin. She pulls away when Santana squeezes at her wrist, "See? I haven't had any alcohol all night."

"Okay..yes please." Santana sighs because she really doesn't want to stay at Noah's and Brittany's being cute and chivalrous by offering to drive her home. She can't pass up that chance so she lets Brittany help her to the car.

"I'm sorry he said those things to you." Brittany says softly as they drive off.

"You don't have to be." Santana replies, "He's an idiot."

"For treating you the way he did? Duh."

When Brittany pulls up in front of Santana's apartment, she has to nudge Santana out of her slumber, "Hey, we're here."

Santana blinks at her surroundings, confused as to how she got there, but soon remembers everything. She's groggy as she unbuckles herself, oblivious of Brittany's curious leering, "Thanks for driving me, Brittany."

"You're welcome." Brittany smiles and watches Santana climb out, "You need any help upstairs?"

Santana can tell by the tone of her voice that she's not trying to be flirty, she's genuinely concerned, but Santana only smirks at her, "You're gonna have to try harder than that, I don't let just anyone upstairs."

Brittany snickers at Santana's comment and leans on the steering wheel, matching Santana's smirk, "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were flirting with me."

"Well, I am newly single."

"I heard."

Santana smiles again because it's so hard not to when Brittany's so Brittany. All the feelings that come with just being in her presence are so confusing and new to her but all she wants is more of it.

She doesn't know when she climbed back in Brittany's car, but she's there and the door is still wide open. Blue eyes are glued to Santana's lips and they're both itching to make a move but no one does.

"You know, if you were anyone else I would've had you in my bed as soon as I knew you were single." Brittany says and her lips are so close to Santana's that she can taste her breath.

"Mhmmm.."

"I don't want to kiss you, Santana." Brittany says and Santana snaps her eyes up to Brittany's and there's more confusion in dark brown eyes. "I mean, I do. God, do I. But you just broke up with your boyfriend. I like you, Santana, I don't want you to take out your feelings on me because I'm here and I'm willing. If we're going to do anything, I wan it to be because you're into me too."

Santana swallows hard, the sting of rejections somewhat soothed by the hope of something actually happening. She gets it and really she's kind of flattered that Brittany would treat her differently than any other girl she's been with.

"I could take you to your car in the morning if you want?" Brittany adds and she's already putting some distance between her and Santana and Santana knows it's taking a lot of will power to do that.

She smiles though, "Yeah, I'd like that."