A/N: I do not own Glee or any of its characters. Thank you for the feedback on this story, it's great to see people enjoying it. :)

Any and all mistakes are mine, so I apologize now.

Rain gently pelted the windshield as Kurt and I drove home from work. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the small droplets hitting the top of the car, making a rhythmic pitter patter. It had always served as a sweet sound to me growing up, the sound of rain worked as a lullaby when I couldn't sleep and a comfort when I needed it.

The day had been long and wet. The rain never let up, coming down consistently most of our shift. I'm surprised I'm not a prune because of it. It wasn't a horrible day but it hadn't start well with Sue. Early in our shift a man had lost his dog on the beach and I spent two miles running it down. I was lucky enough to grab the leash when the dog stopped to scratch its ear, but suffered from the rope burns when it decided to dash towards a flock of birds. The owner apologized profusely after I gave him his dog, unfortunately it didn't help the ache my hands were experiencing.

The rest of the day went smoothly, relatively speaking considering the rain. I am just eager to have summer weather already. It will become a busier beach season but it will mean work days will go faster and more time to play and enjoy the summer vacation.

"Are you warm enough?" Kurt asked reaching forward to turn the heater towards me in the passenger seat, pulling me out of my thoughts.

"Yeah, I'm doing alright." I reply wringing my hands together to get some more warmth in them, being careful of the tender skin.

"How are your hands doing?"

"Eyes on the road Kurt. God knows you can't drive to begin with." I snapped rudely.

"Well sorry for checking on you." He replied with a huff.

"I'm sorry, they feel a little raw." I say after a moment's pause.

"That's understandable since your hands were probably numb from the rain and wind. I think we have some medical supplies at home you can use to bandage them up." He said pulling down our street.

"That's good. I didn't really think of doing it at the shack. I just wanted to get home as soon as possible." I responded lethargically.

"I know right? A hot shower sounds absolutely amazing. Oh! Or even a bath, with candles and moisturizing scrub!"

I partially tuned him out just because I was exhausted. While a hot shower did sound inviting, it was really the idea of seeing Brittany that made me want to get home quickly. It sounds silly to be this excited to see someone I know hardly anything about. I guess it's just a feeling.

Kurt pulled into the driveway before turning off the lights and putting the car into park. We gathered our bags from the back seat and headed up the path towards the house. The house wasn't anything spectacular. The lawn was small and had a limited garden bed filled with various flowers Kurt and Quinn planted a few weeks ago. They're coming along nicely.

I never helped with taking care of flowers just because I don't have a green thumb; I mainly help with fixing parts of the house. The leaking sink, the broken light bulb, the squeaky door hinges. My dad had definitely shared his fair knowledge of house improvement with me growing up. It came in handy that's for sure.

I stared at our cute white house with blue trimming, windows placed on both sides of the door, looking into the kitchen and living room. Brass numbers lined up next to the door, slowly gathering rust from the sea air. It's a quaint place, but it feels like home with Quinn and Kurt.

Walking into the house Kurt dropped his bag carelessly by the door and made a bee-line for the bathroom to start running a bath I'm assuming. I placed my bag down and removed my shoes and coat and looked over into the living room where Quinn was positioned comfortably on the couch watching the newest episode of Jersey Shore.

"Why on earth do you watch such horrific shows?" I asked rolling my eyes and making my way to the kitchen.

"Because they are so unrealistically ridiculous it's entertaining. Our lives are never this funny." She said pointing at the tv.

"Well I'm glad for one it's not. I think I would kill you if that were the case." I said opening a bottle of water and plopping down on the couch.

"Then we could have a crime-reality show! 'Who killed Quinn Fabray?'" She said in a voice an octave lower, trying to sound intimidating.

"No one would ever know." I reply slyly with a grin.

"Sure Santana. So how was your day?"

"Ugh, long, cold, and wet. Not much else besides that. How was yours?"

"Well being cooped up inside isn't much fun, but Brittany managed to make the day interesting."

"Oh yeah? How's that?" I asked curiously and more attentively.

"For one, she is obsessed with rock-paper-scissors. We played that for at least a couple hours, I got so bored with it so I taught her how to play checkers. She's really into games, because after that we played Uno, then cribbage."

"Cribbage? Isn't that an old man's game? Since when did you become a grandma?" I ask poking Quinn in the ribs.

"Whatever, you're just jealous that I got to stay warm and play games all day."

"Well yeah, I would rather have played games than chase down a dog!"

"You had to chase down a dog?" Quinn asked confused.

"Yeah long story." I waved my hand dismissively looking at the tv. "So how is Brittany today?"

"She is good. Been in bed most of the day, probably still a little weak. I made her some snacks here and there though."

"That's good to hear." I didn't want to give the impression I was too interested in Brittany, mainly because I don't want to deal with Quinn teasing me.

"You can go check on her if you want. I promise I kept her alive today." She said giving me a playful shove.

"I don't Quinn, the flowers out front are barely holding on. I wasn't sure you could handle a human being." I reply with a small chuckle.

"Next time you're sick I'm not making you my chicken noodle soup." She said defensively, crossing her arms.

"What?! That's not fair you know I was kidding. I love your soup!"

"Well that's what you get. Anyway I think I am going to go to the gym for a while, I need to get out of the house." She said with a small smile on her face, suggesting she was joking with me.

"Jerk! When you get back shower immediately, no one wants to smell your stank!" I holler over the couch laughing, to which she simply waves her hand behind her.

I stare at the tv for a few more moments watching nearly orange, short people bicker and fight over petty drama from the night before. Hollering and screaming profanities at each other, occasionally throwing a shoe or some other miscellaneous object. Yeah I'm glad our lives aren't that stupid.

I get off the couch slowly with my tired body and trudge to my room to change. I close my door and rip off the damp clothing I have been wearing all day and throw it in the corner. I'm standing in my underwear rummaging through my dressers and closet trying to find the comfiest and warmest articles of clothing I own. The draft of cool air whips against my skin giving me goose bumps, making me frantically search for clothes faster than I normally would. I grab my sweatpants and pull those on quickly as well as my clean lifeguard hoodie and pull it over my head enjoying the warmth that engulfs me, humming in pleasure. Oh and socks, can't forget socks. I grab my favorite pair and slide them on.

Once I am dressed and warm, I flop onto my bed with a heavy sigh and enjoy the softness my blankets give. I run my hands across the blankets, excited to get to sleep tonight. I hope I can have a dreamless sleep, the kind of sleep where I can sleep like a log. I love curling up in a ball and hugging my body pillow the most.

I glance over to my clock and see it's only seven. It feels so much later than that though, must be because of the work day. I can feel my body begin to relax. The muscles unwinding, my shoulders becoming less tense, my toes warming up. I close my eyes enjoying the silence and small pitter patter of the rain.

"Hello?" I hear a voice say outside my door.

I shuffle off my bed and walk to my door, open it and poke my head out. Brittany's door is opened all the way and she is sitting up in bed, smiling happy as a clam. I close my door gently behind me and walk across the way.

"Did you say hello?" I ask with a smile. She looks adorable. Her eyes are a rich blue, her skin has a healthy glow to it, and her blonde hair is wrapped in a messy bun. She is gently holding a pillow.

"Yes I did. I thought everyone might have left." She replied innocently.

"Oh no, sorry you thought that." I say sitting down across from her on the bed.

"Where is everyone?" She asked tilting her head a bit to the side.

"Kurt is probably still soaking in his bath and Quinn went to the gym." I explain.

"Can I ask a stupid question? Or questions really?" She asked shyly.

"No such thing as a stupid question. What's on your mind?"

"What's a bath and a gym?" She asked so quietly I almost didn't hear her. I stared at her for a few moments, bewildered. How would you not know what those are? It wasn't a stupid question, just very surprising.

"A bath is just sitting in hot water and getting clean. A gym is where you go to work out, generally getting the opposite of clean." I clarify for her.

"Oh, those sound interesting." She says looking away from me, blushing heavily.

"It's nothing to be embarrassed about asking." I told her reassuringly, putting a hand on her forearm. She looked up and gave a small smile.

Maybe she came from a small town that didn't have a community gym. As far as the bath… maybe she simply had a shower only in her house. Clearly though she is embarrassed and I don't want to probe her about it.

"So you enjoyed your day with Quinn then?" I asked changing the subject.

"Yeah I did! She showed me all sorts of games. Would you like to play a few games?" She asked sweetly, grabbing the checkers board.

"Sure, I'm down to play for a bit."

Similar to yesterday we sat on her bed and played games with each other. I discovered something new and interesting about Brittany while playing with her, she is uncannily competitive. With each new game she became ruthless, but stayed playful, this in no way deterred me from showing my competitive edge. Naturally we had to keep playing to declare a true winner.

"So have you always been this competitive?" I asked her pleasantly.

"What do you mean?" She replied while scrunching her nose.

"Like as a kid would you be this competitive?" I explained pointing to the board, making my next move.

"Well growing up with older siblings I guess I had to be or else they wouldn't let me play, you know?" She replied shrugging her shoulders with a smile.

"I don't sadly. I never had siblings or even cousins growing up." She made her move and looked up at me.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to sound rude."

"You weren't being rude." I said looking at her. "Wait, you have sisters?"

"Yep."

"How many?" I remember Quinn saying she couldn't find any record of Brittany when they looked her up, nor any of her family. Wouldn't she want to contact them? Tell them where she was?

"Three older siblings, all happily married."

"How come you haven't called them and told them you're here?" A part of me didn't want her to leave just yet, but if she had family it would be important they knew about her health.

"They all have their own lives to live. They are significantly older than me, most of the time they think of me as an inconvenience."

"But Brittany, they are your family. They love you no matter what. Are you sure you don't want to check in with them at the least?" I asked concerned, just because I can't imagine anyone not loving this girl.

"Yes, I wouldn't really have a way to reach them. They are kind of… long distance."

With small bits and pieces of Brittany's life revealing to me, I wanted to probe and ask everything about there is to know about her. Where was she from? What's her family like? Why was she found on the beach? Why didn't any of her family come and find her?

"So tell me why you are so competitive Ms. Lopez." Brittany said poking me gently, pulling me from my thoughts. Maybe she would tell me, but not anytime soon I'm guessing.

"I grew up competitive because in high school either you were top dog or bottom of the food chain. You had to fight hard for your reputation."

"What do you mean?" She asked curiously.

"Well I joined the cheerleading squad because I knew it could offer me a way out of Ohio and it gave me the social confidence to be competitive."

"Did you enjoy it?" She asked watching me make another move.

"Ha! No not at all. All the girls were conniving brats that wanted nothing more but to start up petty rumors." I say chuckling, not because it was a funny time but because it was unbelievably immature.

"So you're happy now though, right?" She asked worriedly.

"I would say yes. I am doing something I enjoy and going to school to get a thorough education. But sometimes I feel there is something missing." I reply taking one of her checkers.

"What do you think it is that's missing?"

I looked up at her ready to say I'm not sure, but found my tongue had turned to lead and couldn't form sentences. I stared at her crystalline eyes, captivated by the oceanic blue embodying her soul. For a moment I was reminded of a pair of striking blue eyes I had seen many years ago, holding the same kindness in them.

"F-food." I stammer. Of course I can't be smooth and say something interesting but stutter out the first thing on my mind. I mentally slap myself for the brilliant response.

"What?" She stares at me perplexed. I could feel my cheeks becoming hotter and hotter the longer she stared.

"Food. Would you like something to eat? I haven't had dinner yet." I try to recover from my embarrassing moment.

"Oh, sure a meal sounds nice."

"Great! I can make a mean quesadilla, or pasta if you prefer." I say jumping off the bed so fast and rushing towards the door.

I am nearly to the door when I realize I hadn't heard a response from her and turn my head to look at her. She is bashfully meddling with her fingers examining them intently. I thought I may have seen a lone tear skid swiftly across her cheek, raising her hand she gingerly wiped it away.

"Brittany is everything alright?" I asked concerned.

"Yes, but may I share a secret with you? And you promise not to judge?"

"Of course." I reply kneeling down by the bedside to catch her attention.

"I cannot walk. I don't know how."

My mind raced with worries. Had she developed amnesia and needed to rehabilitate her body to walk? Had her body lost this simple action taken for granted? Had the doctor known this? Should we take her back to the hospital, or even to a trained physical therapist?

"Please don't tell anyone. I don't know what I would do if anyone knew." Her voice cracked the ever slightest, looking at me meekly.

"I promise I will not mention a single word. You can trust me Brittany." I comfort her, grabbing her hand and squeezing it tight.

"Thank you." She whispered.

"Alright well let's get you up and out of bed first."

She had managed to swivel her feet out from under the blankets until they were placed limply on the floor. Both her arms were placed on either side of her, elbows locked staring at her feet. She began wiggling her toes, which to me was a good sign. I remained kneeling in front of her until she gave me a signal she was ready.

"Do you want to try and stand?" She gave me a small and nervous nod of approval.

"We are going to take this nice and slow. If you at all feel uncomfortable then tell me." I say reassuringly to her.

"I will."

"Place your arm around my shoulders like this." I said, delicately placing it behind my neck so her hand could grasp my shoulder on the other side.

"I apologize now if I hurt you."

"Nonsense. I was at the bottom of the pyramid for cheerleading, I've handled worse." I say through a chuckle trying to keep things on a lighter note.

"That's useful to know." She replied with a giggle.

"Now I want you to focus on just standing up. You can use the bed and myself to push up and for support. We are just going to get you standing and see how you feel, alright? Whenever you're ready."

She took a few deep breaths in, becoming more and more concentrated on her feet. She continued to wiggle her toes and scrunch her eyebrows and I was able to get a deep appreciation for the freckles scattered across her nose and cheeks. While I should have been more directed at what she was doing, I was distracted by how adorable she was. It wasn't until I felt her arm around my neck push down that she was attempting to stand.

She stood shakily, wobbling a bit from side to side, shifting the weight between her feet. I never realized how much taller she was than me until now. It wasn't by much, but enough to make me look up at her at a slight angle. From my standpoint I could see the elegant neck and strong jawline. The butterflies in my stomach then took flight and started a flurry of motion, making me feel weak in the knees.

"How does this feel?" I ask her trying to redirect my attention again.

"Good I suppose. They feel strange, that's for sure."

"Well that may be just because you haven't had a proper meal yet or moved around. You're probably just a little sore. Do you want to try and take a few steps?"

"Try is the key word in that sentence." She states nervously.

"Nothing to worry about, there's no rush." I say smiling encouragingly.

"Okay, I'm going to do it."

She didn't hesitate this time, clearly finding a new determination to move forward. She took one long, step forward stumbling a bit to the left. I quickly scrambled to compensate and wrapped my arm around her waist, hoisting her back up right.

"Woah there! I've got ya." I say, finding myself even closer than before. The butterflies in my stomach are going mad and I can feel my face heat up.

"Let's try baby steps first and then progress to leaps." I chuckle. "Not everyone has as long as legs as you do."

"Right, sorry." She apologized and smiled shyly.

Again she took a step forward, this time smaller than the initial step. From there she began taking less time between steps and walking further and further until we were standing in the hallway. My arm was still wrapped around her waist and she decided to place her hand on top of it, making me nearly squirm in happiness. I was glad to know she wasn't uncomfortable with me being this close.

"Would you mind if I try to walk to the kitchen from here?" Maybe I was wrong…

"Oh yeah of course. Would you like me to remain close though, just in case?" I ask anxiously.

"Sure. I can walk to you!" She said excitedly.

So I reluctantly released her from my grasp and walked a few feet in front of her towards the end of the hallway that lead into the living room. She stood for a moment gaining balance, independent from my helpful touch. She starting advancing towards me, hands spread out wide in front of her. With each step her smile grew wider and wider.

"I'm doing it!" She exclaimed, just before stumbling a step away from me straight forward. I catch her low to the ground.

"Are you alright?" I asked quickly.

She remains still for a moment in my arms, her hands placed on my knees as I crouch in front of her. She is on her knees staring avidly at the floor before looking up. I can tell she is frustrated and wants to be able to do this on her own.

"It will take time for your body to recover. Patience and time will be your best friends for a full recovery." I say gently helping her to her feet again.

"My father has always told me, never give up, for that is just the place and time that the tide will turn." She replied confidently, staring intensely at me.

This was the second time she mentioned she had family.

"Sounds like a good man. Let's try and get to the kitchen so we can make you some food." I say turning her towards the kitchen and helping her get there.

"I wish." I hear her whisper under her breath.

I tentatively place her in a stool positioned next to the counter, so she could see me while I cooked.

"Would you like some water? Orange juice?" I ask rummaging through the fridge.

"Orange juice?" She replied questioningly.

"It's not freshly squeezed or anything but nonetheless tastes good."

I placed the glass of cold orange juice in front of her and she squints her eyes looking over into it, trying to stare through it.

"I promise I didn't poison it if that's what you're worried about."

"Oh no, that's not it." She said hastily. She grabbed the glass and slowly placed her lips around the edge taking the smallest of sips tasting the juice. A few smacking of her lips and a wide smile spread across her face.

"This is delicious! What did you say this was?"

"Orange juice, you know from this?" I grab an orange out of the fridge to show her and put it back.

"That's really cool. I usually have mangrove juice."

"What grove?"

"Mangrove. It was a treat that my sisters and I would enjoy sometimes as children. That was before we moved though…"

Again my mind whirled around with curiosity as to why her family moved. Some say I would be incredibly nosy and should mind my own business. But I know how the butterflies flap erratically in my stomach when I'm close to her. I know how my brain short circuits when I try to make a sentence. I know this to be symptoms of something I haven't had since I was younger. A crush.

So when one is afflicted with a crush, said person must know basically anything and everything about the crushee. So my dilemma of being a nosy creeper is overridden by my urge to know more about her. More about her past, present, and what she thinks of the future. What her personality is like. I know that as of right now, Brittany Pierce is going to be invading my thoughts and dreams for a while.

"Well Brittany for your meal this evening, what would you like me to make you?" I ask sweetly, leaning against the counter across from her.

"I am willing to try anything, as long as it doesn't involve seaweed. I'm a little burnt on that." Her face screwed up and she stuck her tongue out to signal her dislike.

"Alright, well I can promise this isn't a sushi joint. But I can make a fantastic linguini. Does that sound good?"

"Yeah, sounds interesting to me." She said smiling kindly.

I pull out a pot to boil some water, the noodles and sauce. I worked around the kitchen grabbing different spices and herbs to put in the dish, as well as something a little extra for the side. As I busied myself with prepping dinner, I would occasionally steal glances at Brittany. She would be patiently watching me work, her feet swinging freely beneath her like she was having fun watching me.

"So where are you originally from?" I decided to ask her.

"All over really. My family has moved every couple of years with the community. But I love it here."

"Oh so you travel with a church then?" That was my only understanding of what she meant by community. I couldn't really think of anything else that travelled as a pack.

"A church? Uh, I don't think so."

"You're not part of the circus are you? Because they would be kind of cool, but strange." I say giggling.

"Oh I have read about those! It's a group of performers with various acts right?"

"Yes." I reply chuckling. "Do you have any cool talents?"

"Hmm" She wondered aloud. "I'm not really sure. Can you do anything exciting?"

"What? There's nothing you can think of, you must have one talent." I say astounded.

"Well what about you? You didn't answer my question." She said with a coy grin.

"I guess I can sing, and sort of dance. But that isn't anything circus worthy."

"Will you sing for me? Oh pretty please will you?" She pleaded.

"Ha, no. The only time I sing is when I usually have some liquid courage in my system."

"What's liquid courage? And where can I find some?" She asked eagerly.

"Our cabinet is pretty filled." I explain walking over and opening the cabinet near the refrigerator.

Glass bottles filled with amber and clear liquids sat still, shining with the reflection of the kitchen light. I didn't realize how large our collection was until now. We have a wide range of liquor. If not a whiskey gal, we have vodka, gin, or tequila. I am a bourbon girl myself, but I enjoy a sip of rum from time to time.

"We can play with those later when you are fully recovered." I say closing the cabinet and continue cooking.

"May I ask you something Santana?" Brittany said evenly.

"Yeah."

"Do you find people easy to trust?"

"What do you mean?" I ask her confused. I turned away from her to pour the sauce over the noodles and spritz some seasonings on it.

"I mean, do you feel people in general are easy to trust? How do you feel about trust?"

"Personally, trusting people is a difficult thing. But that is based off my own experiences. I guess it all depends on the people you meet and interact with."

"My father told me people can never be trusted. That they have cruel intentions for personal gain, not caring if others get hurt in their pursuit of greed." Brittany said sadly.

"Your father sounds a little pessimistic for my taste, but there are some individuals out there like that. But not everyone. It's your own judgment, after getting to know someone, if you can or cannot trust them."

"Do you trust me?" She asks quietly.

"I do." I say after a long pause. "Do you trust me?"

"Of course I do. I did that day on the beach and when I was at the hospital."

"Good." I say smiling wide, because that couldn't have made me feel happier. "Dinner is served."

I served a hot plate of linguini in front of her and walked around the counter to join her sitting in the stools. I refilled her orange juice and grabbed a glass for myself as well. I found her to be incredibly adorable and charming throughout this evening. She was simple and surprised me frequently with her curiosity and questions about ordinary things like silverware and meals.

I realized though I should be careful not to fall for her, because what if she has a boyfriend? What if her boyfriend was searching nonstop to find her? It would hurt to grow attached to Brittany and then all of a sudden have her leave. But it doesn't mean I cannot have her as a friend, but maybe I focus on just the friendship aspect for now. In time hopefully I can convince myself not to like her more, but I know that most likely won't happen.

"That was amazing Santana. Thank you." Brittany said appreciatively, pushing her plate forward a bit.

"Anytime. Just say the word and I am at your disposal to make meals." I say grabbing her plate and mine to place in the sink.

"So now what would you like to do?"

I looked up at the clock and realized it was nearly ten o' clock. I couldn't believe how quickly time had gone hanging out with Brittany. Kurt had probably finished up in the bathroom a long time ago and went to sleep early. Quinn should be coming home from the gym right about now. Just as I thought that the front door opened.

"Well look what the cat dragged in." I say smirking at Quinn.

"Hey." She replied lazily.

"Good work out?"

"Yeah, I spent most of the time working on legs and abs. Arms is tomorrow." She said plopping into the seat next to Brittany.

"Why are you all wet?" Brittany asked confused, using one finger to wipe Quinn's forehead.

"I was sweating a lot. It was ridiculous how hot the gym was." Quinn replied pulling her shirt up to wipe off her forehead.

"Gross, please don't contaminate the house." I say taking a step back away from her.

"Yeah, I know I'm disgusting. I'm going to go shower. Have a good night you guys." She slowly got up and walked towards her room, silently closing her door.

"So do you go to the gym a lot?" Brittany asked randomly.

"Uh, yeah here and there I do."

"You're body looks like you work out a lot." Brittany said nonchalantly.

I blushed heavily after she said that. I am not self-conscious of my body and very proud of how I take care of it, but for some reason when she acknowledged it I felt a jolt through my body and my face heat up. I could ask her the same thing…

"Would you like to go back to your room?" I ask Brittany trying to change the subject.

"Can we hang out in your room? I haven't seen it yet." She replied smiling broadly.

"Sure. It's nothing spectacular though, pretty lame to me at least."

"I'm sure it is as nice as you are." She said smoothly.

"Well aren't you a sweet talker. Do you want help walking to my room?"

"No, I think I will try myself, thank you though. I just may move at a sea snail pace." She said giggling.

Sure enough she had managed to get herself up and walking at a good pace to my room. She seemed more confident and determined while walking there and gave a big sigh of relief when she landed on my bed with happy smile.

She spread herself across my bed staring up at the ceiling. I sat down by my pillows with my feet stretched out. She looked content laying there happy as a clam, arms spread out from nearly side to side of my bed. Her head was only a few feet away from me. She looked up back behind to stare at me. She then flipped over on her stomach and used her elbows to keep herself up.

"Would you like to watch a movie or something?" I asked feeling flustered all of a sudden.

"A movie? Like a live play?"

"Uh, well not quite." Again, she bewilders me with her innocent nature.

"Sure, sounds cool." She replied shrugging her shoulders.

"Cool. I think I may have a Disney movie or two if you care to watch those. Do you have a preference?"

"Not really." She answered sweetly.

"How about Sword in the Stone? Or Beauty and the Beast?" I asked holding up the two different movies.

"The Beast one sounds cool. I have never really seen a beast!"

She moved up to where my pillows rested and crawled underneath my blankets, quickly making herself comfortable. I chuckled seeing her cute behavior. She was nearly bouncing up and down with excitement and eagerly patted the spot next to her.

I approached the bed slowly in order to not make a fool out of myself. It would be my luck if I were to trip near my bed and fall to the ground or some other mishap. But I managed to walk over just fine and contain my enthusiasm to be spending another few hours with Brittany. The moment I touched the bed, she grabbed my hand and pulled me down, clearly too antsy to wait for me to be comfy.

"Sorry, I'm just excited and you were moving incredibly slow." She apologized.

"No worries, this is one of my favorites. But I prefer the Little Mermaid." I said.

"What?" She asked completely ghost white.

"The Little Mermaid. It's a cute movie, you'll like it. We can watch it tomorrow or something."

She stared at me for a moment looking absolutely terrified, but then turned to look at the tv and almost instantly relaxed and snuggled further into the blankets. It was then that I felt her arm stretch across my abdomen and I froze. I felt my body go as stiff as a board and remained that way while she readjusted herself so her head rested on my shoulder.

"Santana relax, you're not very comfy if you're tense the whole movie." She said poking me in the side which made me laugh and release the breath I was holding.

"Right, sorry." I say quickly and slide down and attempt to relax with her in my arms.

"I hope this is okay. I just like being close, it's comforting, you know?" She asked looking up at me sincerely.

"Yeah, I do." I say looking deeply into her ocean eyes. I have a sudden urge to give her a peck on the nose, or forehead, or even her lips and desperately fight it.

She redirects her attention back to the movie and I can't seem to focus on anything else but how she feels against me and how close I was to kissing her.

A/N: Well that was longer than anticipated! Haha but the more the merrier right? Just wanted to let you all know it will not be a day-by-day timeline, I will jump a bit here and there and will let you know in the chapters when it does. This fic is slow moving, so be patient. :)Already working through the next chapter, update will be soon!