"Britt, last 15 minutes and your shift's off." Sam whispers into my ear as I scribble this old lady's order.

Its 15 minutes before 5 and still, people are passing like we're in a subway. "Thank God." I sighed, giving him a quick look before asking the old lady to proceed in the register.

"Next please." I yelled not even looking at the next person in line which in return I just heard a small giggle. "Are you gonna order or not?" I asked, still looking at the empty piece of paper and I still got no response. I took in a deep breath, thinking that this person might be still looking for the perfect coffee to have at 5 in the afternoon.

A week passed in a swift motion, well more of like a tornado right in front of me. I've been living with Santana for a week, sleeping with her on the same bed –well, not sleeping… sleeping… just sleeping, literally. She even started to fetch me at work and we'd head home together like a real couple. It sounds cheesy, but it does goes like that. It's actually refreshing to actually have someone like that, even Tina and Rachel may have tackled me for like a hundredth time for acting so much like this, but what can I do? I have to deal with all these, for 9 months actually.

"Okay. One Caramel Macchiato, please." That voice used to make my stomach do backflips and those butterflies to turn into dragons. Used to. And right now, my brows just knitted.

Slowly, my head lifts up and I was greeted with deep brown eyes and a set of perfect teeth smiling at me. "Miranda? Hi. What are you doing here?" I asked almost automatically when the reality just hit me.

"To get a Caramel Macchiato." She shrugged, pointing onto the menu board.

"Right, sorry." I shook my head, with that smile still plastered on my lips as I scribble her order.

"Make it two actually. I just heard you're off within 15 minutes, so I wouldn't mind waiting." She grinned before stepping out of the line, and without second thought I gave her a small nod. And I really don't know why I just did that.

Shit.

Shit.

Santana's going to be here within 15 minutes and oh my god! Looking back at the moment they met was not a very good scenario, Santana almost breathed fire for Christ sake, and I can't let that happen again. God no!

Just no!

"Two blueberry scones and –Hey!" I didn't even let the blonde girl finish her order and I just spun around, grabbing Sam on the hem of his shirt before shoving him right in front of the customers.

"Cover me for the last 5 minutes, please. Thank you." I pleaded one last time, running inside the stock room and I think I just heard Sam yelling 'You could've just asked me, Britt.'

All I know is that, my heart began pounding almost echoing inside my ear and so is my palm started sweating. "What am I gonna do?" I mumbled to myself when I managed to close the door behind me, my head resting on the wooden door.

Santana can't see Miranda, that's for one, not even a strand of her hair.

"Okay." I chanted all over and over again, fishing out my phone and dialling Santana's phone number almost hastily. And even the lightest whisper of my thumb against the screen of my phone was like an explosion inside me.

When the first call went straight to her voicemail, I wanted to like scream and throw tantrum everywhere, because who knows if she's on her way here and yes I'm dead. "Fuck." I sighed frustratingly as I dialled for the second time, my feet tapping on the cold cemented floor.

"Jesus Christ! Answer the fucki –hello? Santana?" My voice went out frantically as I composed myself when I heard Santana's voice on the other line.

"Yes Britt? I'm on my way there, why are you cursing me? Actually whatever! I was wonder-" She said on the other line followed by the ignition of her car.

Oh God no!

"Actually, you don't have to fetch me. I'll just take the subway, it's pretty full in here so they needed my help." She was shortly cut off with my incoming ramblings.

"But-"

"Go home, Santana. I'll meet you for dinner. Okay? Bye." I muttered sweetly before pressing the end button and shoving it inside my back pocket.

That was intense. A soft sigh escaped my lips as I untie my apron, I just wish that Santana bought it. So I grabbed my duffel bag before making my way inside the restroom to change. And think as to why be Miranda here.

"Hey."

"Hey. I thought you exited the backdoor or something." Miranda greeted when I finally went out the stock room. "Because, I can't chug all of this down." She joked.

"I just have to change my clothes." I chuckled back, taking the empty seat across hers. "Thanks." I murmured when she pushed the other cup right in front of me.

"So how are you, Britt?" She asked looking at me through the rim of her cup, adjusting her seat as she looks at me thoroughly.

I took a single sip of my own coffee before clearing my throat. "I'm doing great, the past few weeks been just pretty busy for me."

"Right. And I just heard that you guys moved in together?" Okay, now who the hell told her that? Maybe Rachel or Tina? God!

My hand flew on the top of my head as I stare at her with wide eyes and that awkward smile lingering along my lips. "Yea, about tha-"

"Of course we're living together, she's my wife and I'm her wife. I think it's just kind of a requisite that we should live under the same roof, that's why it's called marriage so that we could build our home where our babies could play in the garden while Brittany and I were doing our barbeque tradition in a Saturday night. Right babe?" You know whose voice was that.

And I'm in a big trouble.

Big trouble. Because No.1 –the shop wasn't that full and No. 2 –I'm with my ex-girlfriend, cup of coffee in each other's hands. It's not just a big trouble, actually.

"Right?" She repeated with a smile as she took the seat beside me, and I know what that smile means tho -'I'm going to fucking put you in the blender and put it on, forever'. What made my heart pump little harder was when her right hand slide down on the small on my back before inching her chair closer to mine, her body flushing on my right side.

My lips twitched to form a smile as I bob my head up and down. Once again, I swallowed dryly to keep the moisture back into my mouth before averting my eyes back to Miranda who has been eyeing us with that glint of jealousy in her eyes.

"It's nice to see you again, Melinda." Santana smiled offering her free hand to Miranda.

Miranda gave me a quick glance. "For the millionth time, it's Miranda. And yes, it's nice to see you too." She smiled taking the tanned hand.

"Sure." Santana grinned. "What brought you here?" She added before letting her head rest on my shoulder. "Babe, can I do this? I'm just too tired." She croaked, looking at me with tired eyes. What the fuck is she doing right now?

Miranda cleared her throat, waking me up from that stance. "I just came to visit Brittany and know what she's up to." She shrugged, winking at me. "Yea. I mean, what you guys are up to." She corrected after a second or two.

"Really?" Santana pressed, lifting her head from my shoulder as she adjusts her seat before eyeing me with the glint of displeasure in her eyes and I can't believe that my feet seemed rooted on the floor and so is my hand were glued onto the table. "Well, if you insist of knowing what we're up to, then I guess you deserve to hear some I mean you were her ex-girlfriend after all." Santana grinned deviously, I tried subtly prodding her and yet it was like she felt nothing at all.

God no.

Santana cleared her throat before gingerly placing her hand over mine, in an instant my skin felt like burning and melting under her touch. "Well, Brittany here –is the best wife I could ever dream of. She cooks the best breakfast, tells the silliest joke in history, gives the best massage, and makes me smile in the smallest ways possible…" Santana listed off, looking at me, her fingers tightening around mine. Her eyes shining like big brown diamonds making my heart bang inside my chest, it was like her words were the only thing blaring inside my ear making my stomach churn in the best way I could even remember.

I for one knows that I haven't done any of those things she just said but in some way it was like… she was seeing that side of me and I just can't see it.

I really don't know for how long did my chest thumped and my heart beat just below my ear when I realized that we're lost in each other's eyes. "And of course, we share the most passionate lady sex." Santana added when Miranda's fingers started strumming against the table. Our eyes averted on other direction almost in unison before softly clearing our throats.

Was that supposed to awkward?

"Uhhh. That was in-interesting." Miranda smiled awkwardly, eyeing her cup.

After 2 minutes of an awkward silence and Santana mainly stomping on my feet. "So. How about you Miranda? How are you?" I asked.

"Oh me? Well, I'm still just flying back and forth the country, it sounds pretty boring and nauseating but yea, my life pretty goes like that. And my friend just asked me to help him open this bar here in Boston, that's why I'm here. I mean, I don't know anything about any business but I just found out that it was actually fun."

"Wow! That sounds awesome, Miranda." I cheered, clasping my hands together and yet I can see Santana rolling her eyes on the corner of mine.

"And I actually came here to give you…" She started as she started fishing something out of her purse. "-this. It'll be more awesome if you'd be there. You too, Santana." She countered before placing two VIP coupons on top of the table.

Sending Santana a quick glance, I let my fingers run through the piece of paper. "Uhh. Miranda. I think that this is really sweet of you but-"

"Of course, we'll be there." Santana cut me off, and all I wanted to do is bitch-slap her, hard. And yet I just ended up closing my eyes, gaining some composure. I think I'm two seconds away from passing out.

"And you should be present in our house welcoming party next week."

Actually, make that one second. What the hell is Santana trying to do this time?

"It'll be an honour." Miranda smiled, slowly averting her eyes onto me.

I just hope that this floor would just wide open and just swallow me whole.

"Did you see that smile of hers? God! She's such a flirt."

"Sant-"

"I mean how dare her ask you to be in that fucking opening? What are you now? Her muse or something?"

"Liste-"

"Actually no. It was pretty obvious that she's trying to win you back, like what the hell? You're already married for Christ sake! And I bet she bought you that coffee, God! I can't even believe you accepted it!"

"She did but-"

"And what could possibly have gone wrong with her while she was growing? I mean the look on her face when I told her that we just moved in together was just priceless, Brittany! Priceless! We're married for heaven's sake."

"Santana-"

"And now, you were thinking that I already forgot –you lying to me. Why do you have to that? So you can spend more time with her? What if someone we know saw you? And my parents know about this? We're both dead Britt! Literally. If you don't care about this than I do, then please do. Have some little compassion."

That's it.

"Stop the car." I mumbled under my breath as I try to unbuckle my seatbelt.

"Why would I even do that?" Santana asked shortly, her eyes still fixated on the road before her.

"Just. Stop. The. Car." I repeated a lot louder not even looking at her.

Santana let out a frustrated groan seconds after and yet she let the car came into a halt. It was pitch dark outside and there's the loud roaring of the sky echoing inside the car.

"Don't you dare step out of this car." She rumbled. And I can see that her fingers tightened around the steering wheel.

I gave no recognition with her words and I just kept fidgeting the seatbelt by my waist.

"Why do you have to flirt back?" Her voice came out smaller and lower than I expected it to be, her words cracking on the last part. If it wasn't the fact that the car was swallowed by the complete silence then I might haven't heard it at all.

My fingers started trembling until I heard that muted click. "I'm not flirting back, okay?" I answered as louder as I can and yet it still came out like a faint whisper.

"Then why do you have to lie to me?" She asked back, looking at me with sad eyes.

Hearing her words was like watching the whole world shatter right in front of me with flying colours. For those months that I knew Santana, I never would have thought that I would see this side of hers. It was heart breaking.

"The thing that happened the last time you saw each other was… just wasn't ideal and I just don't want you to go all furious about the fact that someone might see me with my ex-girlfriend. She's my best friend and I don't want her thinking that everything just simply changed because I got married."

Santana never said a word, she just let her eyes wander the road and her left hand running through her hair.

"I'm sorry, if you don't want me to see her ever again –I won't. Just… don't act like this, okay?" I whispered before I completely got out of the car slamming it behind me just in time a loud thunder hit the sky followed by the falling of raindrops.

And I can't help but just close my eyes as I let the cold prickle of rain trickle down my cheeks and my feet meeting the wet cemented floor. The loud swarming of rain resonating inside my ear mixing with Santana's voice playing in every corner of my brain. There's no more complete thought trailing inside my head but the fact that Santana talked to me in that way.

I was about to take another step when warm hands enveloped my lower abdomen, warm palms making that explosion inside my chest even louder followed by that familiar figure flushing against my back, hot breath hitting the soft skin of my neck. "I just hate feeling this way." She croaked, her breath hitting my neck in shaky patterns followed by warm trail of liquid that I know for sure is not rain.

I let my hand slide down my stomach, enclosing my hands over hers. "Feeling what exactly, Santana?" I whispered back before twisting my body, facing her.

The dimming of the sky complemented the small prickle of rain falling down her cheeks pass her lip made that burning feeling inside me even blaze almost painfully. Seemingly out of nowhere I began to feel that pounding of my chest almost muting the rumbling of the sky. Blue locked with brown and I'm pretty sure that the world just stopped.

"Jealousy."

No more thinking.

And the last thought one over the others when I pressed my lips against hers, feeling that warm flesh pressed against mine, the salty taste of her lips made my stomach do backflips and the way she kissed back was almost making me lost my sanity, and yes, I let that wonderful feeling overcome my senses when her fingers curled on the back of my neck pushing me closer to her.

This time, I kissed her because I wanted to, not just because people wanted us too.

I kissed her because I needed to.