I've been staring on my phone for like an hour now whilst I got Santana's business card on the other and the check she gave me earlier lying on the circular coffee table before me. There's the continuous tapping of my feet on the cold floor along with the unusual pounding of my chest almost echoing inside my ear. My lower lip tugged between my teeth and the edge of the piece of paper starting to crumple as an evident sign of the nervousness inside me.

I'm having a pretty explosive battle inside my head as the ticking of the clock reached my ear, it's already 9 in the evening and I can't even manage to care if my place is really dark aside from the dim light coming from the lampshade by the corner. And my butt is pretty numb for I've been sitting here taut and rigid for seem like forever.

I ended up groaning my right hand flying on my forehead and my back meet the cold leather of the couch when I slumped down, pretty sure I'll be having a massive headache in no time. I remember that I have been sitting here in the same position last night the only difference is that I haven't agreed to marry that woman.

I haven't agreed to marry Santana.

Trails of thought running inside my head making it more impossible for me to think straight when without hesitation I grabbed my phone hastily typing her number.

And right after the first ring raspy voice occupied my ear whilst I got my chest thudding. My eyes landed on the check and by that…

"It's a yes."

I stepped out the car with my feet heavier than normal, there's the unusual coiling inside my stomach which I never felt for like forever, the last time I remember I felt this nervous was when all of a sudden my phone rang and it was from the hospital saying that my family was gone. It's been four years already so I really don't know how it felt like, I felt numb ever since.

Right after I called Santana last night, I was pretty disappointed when none of my expected reaction from that brunette came out, I was kind of expecting some shrilling or any high pitched sound from the other line but my ear were just greeted by the shortest 'okay. Meet me at the airport tomorrow.' I mean like seriously can't she be more responsive?

I sent Tina a quick text this morning when she asked me if did I called Santana last night and of course I told her yes and the phone almost exploded when Tina started yelling and giving me lectures and by that I literally throw the phone inside my pouch before walking out my apartment, sighing when I finally took one last glance.

My eyes automatically landed on Santana by the entrance, she got her arms crossed over her chest, and she was dressed in skinny jeans and a white wife beater and had aviator shades on. She had looked hot in her usual blazers and skirts, but this look had beaten it, even though I hadn't thought it was possible. She looked kind of badass, and it was so hot.

With a lot of willpower I drag my feet whilst I got a single suitcase on my free hand towards her direction with a deep breath I threw her a sweet smile, there's the doubt running inside my head when she shifted her weight from one foot to another completely facing me, I don't know if my mind is just playing some tricks when I took a glimpse of Santana a little smile creping on her face.

"Hey." I greeted enthusiastically when I'm finally two steps away from her.

After a second or two she slowly took off her aviator revealing her chocolate brown eyes, like seriously I really don't know if I'll get used to the fact that she got that dark brown eyes, I don't think I have seen something that dark yet expressive at the same time, how it dilates under the gleaming ray of the sun and how it wanders my face. I gulped dryly when the realisation hit me that Santana's eyes started boring holes onto my head, her lips pinched together and her perfectly manicured eyebrow quirked in an intimidating way.

Nervous will be an understatement when she took a single step towards me, there's a mere inches between our bodies and once again the firework explosion filled my chest. Her eyes wandering my face and I gulped dryly when a split second her eyes passed by my lips before it finally connected with my blue eyes. A blank expression was written all over her face and I can't figure it out if she's happy to see me or not. Well, I bet she's happy, I mean she was pretty nice since the first day.

"Sant-"

She cut me off with her forefinger meeting my lips. My eyes bulging out of its socket as I stare at her with wide eyes, I flutter my eyes for the hundredth time just to make sure this is real, but when she neared her face against mine, her lips passing by my cheeks and her hot intakes of air hitting the insides of my ear, I'm passing out.

"San-" I choked at my own words which technically came out like a moan.

And by that I don't think I even know how to breathe when she let out a shaky breath before muttering something.

"You're late."

And I almost died when she just spun around leaving my mouth slightly ajar and my feet glued on the tiled floor.

Okay, maybe she was nice on the first day.

And this is not definitely our first day.

"Crap." I breathed before I strolled in following her trance, a small groan escaped my lips when she threw me another glare- this time with an extra oomph causing me to scurry after her.

"Oh my god! I can't believe this, am I dreaming?" I thought to myself as loud as my voice could voice out when I finally sat on one of the classy leather chairs.

I almost yelled on the top of my lungs when I heard Santana saying that we're flying on the first class and that's just gold! "I've never been in first class before, these chairs are so much bigger and they've got fluffy pillows too! And oh my god it smells so good." I said excitedly whilst I got pillow near my face sniffing the addicting scent shuffling on my seat as I got the chance to look around the cabin.

Santana just gave me a look that's pretty identical with what she was throwing me since I got here and I'm getting pretty distracted about it. "Sorry." I muttered lowly as I let the pillow slide down my side adjusting my seat, I kept my eyes straight when Santana mirrored my actions and the plane started to take off. I was pretty glad that Santana took the window seat though for I just can't stare at that I may puke within minutes, I just can't.

I was pretty shocked when Santana shuffled in her seat before the seat reclined and she laid flat on her back, she already got her eyes closed and her chest heaving up and down. I smirked to myself when my eyes landed on her boobs, it was unintentional.

"Santana." I really don't know when her name escaped my lips my chest began pounding.

She just hummed considering my presence.

"Where are we going?"

She didn't even bother opening her eyes when she just started muttering something. "Lima."

I inwardly gasped when her words reached my ear, Lima? I haven't been to that place since like forever I don't think I can even recognize it right now. It's been 6 years since I left to study in Boston which I ended up stopping anyways after the incident. I grew up in Lima and saying that place is my own sanctuary, it saw every tears that escaped my eyes when I came out to my parents and the smile that lingered my lips when they told me that already knew and they're happy for me.

Everything happened in there, my first ever girlfriend lived there and the sorrow that filled my chest when we broke up happened in there too. The crowd that watched me on my first recital when I was in high school was there. I never felt so happy back then, but when after all that happened I have no idea that with just one blink everything could vanish and left me broken.

"What?" Santana's voice filled the silence inside the cabin. She turned back to face me with lips parted but closed them again whilst she got a single brow quirked. She asked breathily "What are you looking at?" I didn't realize I was but looking at her longer didn't help it go away so I just shrugged my shoulders sinking back to my seat with my lower lip bruising between my teeth.

With just one click my seat reclined before I finally closed my eyes letting my nerves relax, after an hour or two my life would change for sure.

We'll land in Lima and there'll be no other choice.

None.

My jaw is practically falling off when we finally went out the airport, my single suitcase still clinging to my side whilst I still got Santana babbling beside me, her phone burning against her ear for like 30 minutes, since we got off the plane I heard nothing but her pretty mouth ranting incoherent words about the flight and all. I even heard her hissing some Spanish words, I'm really not sure if it's Spanish after all, it sounds pretty foreign to me.

"Santana."

"What?" She said with the venom dripping from her voice before she finally held the phone from her ear to throw me an annoyed look.

"Nothing." I've got to pee.

She just rolled her eyes before facing the other direction returning the phone back to her ear and I just tensed my legs together, I'm pretty sure this can wait for like another 10 minutes. My eyes wander the whole place and it's actually pretty the same aside from the fact that they added another pedestrian lane by the middle. I let my duffel bag slide by my side making a soft thudding sound when it met the ground before I shoved my hand inside my pocket where I felt my phone lying inside it.

With my lips pressed together I fished out the device before turning off the airplane mode and 5 messages immediately popped on the screen. 2 from Tina saying that I should text or call her if I'd landed safe, 1 from Rachel asking if why am I not on the shop this morning and another from Sam asking if he should tell Rachel about Santana and the last another one from Rachel saying more of like yelling for she got all the letters on capital if what came into my mind that I agreed on doing such stuff.

After I sent Tina a quick text with shortly saying 'Safe.' I shoved my phone back to my pocket, just in time a luxurious Mercedes Benz halt in front of us. At first I thought it was waiting for someone else but when a man went out and approached Santana, I'm dead.

"Miss Lopez, we're so sorry." he ranted with the worry exploding in every word he said.

Santana just glared at him before walking towards the car where another man in a suit opens the door, I watched her with my eyes bulging out when all of a sudden someone tapped me on the shoulder awakening every nerve I have.

"Jesus Christ!" I gasped where my hands flew over my chest stopping myself from strangling this man before me. Can you be sneakier?

"Is this all you have Miss Pierce?" he asked as he offered my stuff and by that my hands went autopilot snatching my suitcase before I stuffed it over my chest whilst I got my eyes boring holes onto his head.

"Yes." I nodded defensively.

He just shook his head before leading me inside the car, at first I was a bit hesitant about him but when for the second time he tipped his head I followed him anyways, giving him side glances in the process.

"Sit." Raspy voice filled my ear when I finally stepped inside the car and I can't help but just stare at her where she got her arms crossed over her chest, her pouty lips pressed together whilst she got a single brow quirked.

I found myself tailing her words and I wanted to just slap myself for that.

"What?" I retorted with my voice an octave higher. Okay I may have sound a little badass.

"You know where we are going, right?"

"You said we're in Lima." I said matter-of-factly, this time I mirrored her actions.

"We're meeting my family."

I tilt my head to the side quirking a brow to keep her talking.

"And you have to be nice." She ended with a light scoff. "And by me saying nice, you should follow every words I'm telling you. Got it?"

"I am nice." I scoffed back. "What makes you think I am not? You've been the one bitching for hours now."

She opened her mouth but shortly closed it before giving me a glare and I just let out a breathy laugh. I'm really not sure for how long we stared at each other when she let out a soft groan before she twisted her body on the other direction to grab her earphones positioning it by her ear maintaining an eye contact in the process. After a second or two she already got her eyes closed, her chest heaving up and down and I just sighed before rolling a single window down and I just let my eyes wander what I left for 4 years now.

This may have sound odd but when the car came into a halt my chest exploded, Santana gave my shoulder a tap when she passed by me and completely walked out the car. As awkward as it, she still got her ass swaying side by side, I really don't know if she's giving me a show or something but I can't really bring myself to care for I got my palm sweating and my legs felt wobbly.

"I can do this." I whispered to myself before giving myself an inward high five. For the billion. I was about to step out the car when her voice rang through my ears.

"Brittany." Santana's sweet voice brought me back to reality, and my eyes landed on Santana before me, she got her tanned hand hanging in the air waiting for me take.

With quivering fingers I took her hand and got off the car. At first I thought Santana was just into something but when I got the chance to follow her trance, I lost it.

"Mija!" An older woman approached us, her eyes and hair resembles Santana's like a lot. The light curls cascading down her shoulders and her deep black eyes shining down the glimmering ray of the sun.

"Mom." Santana greeted back letting go of my hand before she wrapped her arms around her mom, there's the light pinching inside my chest as I watch the interaction in front of me. How I miss that.

"Is this her?" her mom automatically asked whilst she got her brows wiggling playfully.

Santana just shrugged before sliding her hand behind me, her warm hand landing on the small of my back, which I tensed in response she just nudged me by the shoulder nodding as she threw me a meaningful look more of like 'Say 'hi' or I'll kill you.' by that I gulped dryly and returned my eyes back to the older woman before me.

"Hi Mrs Lopez, I'm Brittany. Santana's fiancée." I shortly said, my voice went out low and small.

The older Latina, swatted my shoulder before engulfing Santana and I in a bear hug. I can hear Santana struggling for we're pretty squeezed around her mom's arms and honestly I can't breathe.

"Sorry." Mrs Lopez laughed, set of perfect teeth showing. "Mrs Lopez? I sound so old. Call me Yolanda, and aside from that I'll be your mom in a day or two." She concluded with a snort.

"She'll be your mom in days, babe." Santana chirped in with a breathy laugh. I just grinned subtly tensing at the endearment she used.

"Let's go. Nana's waiting for you, Sanny. And Brittany I want you to feel at home, well technically this'll be your home too. I can show you Santana's childhood sanctuary later, I can even show you some of her baby pictures, and you have no idea how cute your future wife did when she was little. And-"

"Mom. Brittany's not into those stuff." Santana said with a hint of authority in her voice.

"I'd love to see those pictures babe." I returned the affection earlier before I pecked her on the cheek. I almost burst out laughing when Santana froze on her foot and her cheeks showing a light shade of pink. "You never told me about those stuffs. You know how much I love it when you tell me about your childhood and everything." I teased.

"God, the two of you are so cute." Her mom whined on the corner and I can't but smirk to myself.

Payback.

"Is that my favourite granddaughter?" An older woman said as we enter the house. Just by the moment my foot made contact with their tiled floor, I'm pretty sure I'll be picking my jaw later.

Everything screams money and everything they own, every single frame screams their amount, the circular stairs by the centre with alternating black and white in every step complementing the black leather sofa by the corner, the plasma TV hanging by the edge and the breath taking scene of the valley by the far most corner.

"Grandma." Santana responded sweetly before giving the older woman a hug.

"Have you been eating, Santana? I bet that your suitcase weighs even heavier than of your total weight. Look at you."

"Grandma, this is Brittany- my um… fiancée."

I held my breath when the older woman's dark eyes averted to my direction, there's a frown written all over her face as she scans mine.

Oh god.

"Hi." I breathed as I offered my hand.

"Brittany, is it?" And I just nodded in response. Oh boy.

"What have you been feeding my granddaughter? Hm?" And now I know where Santana got her feistiness.

"Um…I… She was… I don't…" I stuttered, I don't think I brought my voice with me. Aside from the fact that I have served Santana nothing but a cup of coffee and I have no idea.

I can see Santana on my peripheral view that she's trying to stifle her laughter and I may have to tackle her later.

"I'm just kidding, welcome to the family." She let out a soft laugh and I just sighed in return. "I'll help prepare some dinner, okay? Stay here, you two." By that the older Latina spun around walk away leaving Santana and me by the middle of the living room.

"Welcome to the family." Santana whispered mockingly.