The insides of my eyelids scratch and scrape like sandpaper as I peel them open, closing it almost immediately when the harsh light hit my eyeballs and that loud groan escaping my lips along with the memories of last night flashing inside my head.

I kissed her because I needed to.

My lips felt like they in flames the moment my lips met hers and even the coldest raindrops hitting the corner of my face seemed to dissolve in just a split second, my hands flying on either side of her hips as I try to keep myself upright for sinking into the ground any of this moment is just inevitable. The way the tips of her fingers tightened on the very fine hairs of my neck was nearly painful and yet I couldn't remember feeling this sated for a very long time –All I know was that I don't want to stop. But when the tip of her tongue brushed ever so lightly on my lower lip, I was thrown back to reality, harder than ever.

"I'm sorry." Those words escaped my mouth breathily, pulling away. I really don't know if she was able to hear those words when another roar escaped the sky. Santana let her eyes open, her lips slightly sore from all those kissing and those raindrops still freely rolling down her cheeks.

She bit her lower lip before connecting our eyes once again, I really don't know if I was about to have a panic attack when she cupped my cheeks making sure I'll never pull my eyes off of hers. Her fingertips flaming beneath my skin in every second that has passed and just in time another grumbling from the sky echoed all throughout the place, Santana opened her mouth.

And I'm pretty sure there's no going back for the next minute.

"Just shut up for one minute." And this time, it's her time to take my breath away.

"Breakfast is ready!" That's what brought me back to reality, realizing that I got my fingers tracing my lower lip. Would it sound weird that I would say that I could still feel Santana's lips moving against mine? That that amazing fucking breath of hers still somehow hitting my upper lip? And the way her fingers made those small circles against my jaw line is still making my head spin?

Would it be weird if I'd say that I wanted to kiss her again? And just never stop?

"Brittany!" Yea. Maybe it'll sound weird.

It sounds amazing in my head though.

With a deep breath I let my feet fling to the side before finally making my way downstairs, my balled fist rubbing onto my eyes with my feet making the lowest whisper against the marbled floor.

That smile automatically lingered on my lips when I sighted Santana playing with the chocolate syrup as she stabs her pancake. I softly cleared my throat when I managed to enter the kitchen, Santana's eyes widen but was shortly changed with the unfamiliar glow in her eyes and that shy smile etching on her lips.

It actually resembles the smile she gave me when she pulled away from that mind blowing kiss last night and it literally made my heart flutter. Though, she never said a word after that instead she tugged inside her car before driving home.

"Good morning." Santana smiled against the rim of her cup, eyeing me playfully.

"Morning. That smells good." I commented with a grin, crossing my arms over my chest as I took the seat across hers.

"It's Quinn's recipe and she likes to call it Pancake ala Quinn." She counters with hand gestures, wiggling her brows. "Which I'd say that it's just full of blueberry and maple syrup." She added which made me supress a giggle before taking a bite.

"It's good. But… I like your recipe even better." I answered, locking our eyes and out nowhere my heart once gain started hammering inside my chest.

Santana clears her throat, breaking our eye contact. Her fingers flying on the corner of her brows as she adjusts her seat. And I swear to God her cheeks just added a shade of red when she bowed her head before returning her attention back to her plate.

Oh my god! Santana Lopez is blushing.

I should give myself an award or something.

Two minutes of silence almost made me deaf, and nothing but the loudening banging inside my ribcage echoes inside my ear. "About last night…" That escaped my lips, and as much as I wanted to take it back Santana heard me and she lifts her head, eyeing me carefully.

Automatically, my lower lip tucked between my teeth, putting my fork down.

"I'm sorry for my sudden outburst. I just can't control myself." Santana's voice pierced in the silence like a burning knife.

With my lips pressed together my eyes pulled on her direction. "I should be the one who's apologizing. I shouldn't have kissed you. I should've controlled myself." I mumbled, averting my eyes on my fingers that have been playing with each other.

I can still feel Santana burning holes on the top of my head followed by the clanking of her fork against her plate. "Then why did you kiss me?" She asked, her voice like a nuclear bomb exploding right in front of me.

"Why did you kiss me back?" I returned the question and I automatically saw Santana's unchanging features, like she's challenging me.

She shook her head, taking a sip of her coffee. "I asked you first."

I swallowed dryly, and understanding that there's nothing else running inside my head but the real reason why I did it. "If I tell you the real reason why I kissed you, would it make any difference?" I asked her, with the glint of insecurity dripping in my voice.

Would it make any difference if I told her that I'm beginning to like her?

Would it make any difference if I told her that we could actually give this relationship a try?

No one knows what she was thinking, and even the most obvious thing in the world she can still put it upside down, so there's no way she would want me. For the fact that if it wasn't for her money, I wouldn't be here. And even just the mere thought somehow made my heart ache a little bit.

She's too oblivious, it hurts.

"I don't know about that and neither do you." She looked at me seriously, the sudden lowness of her voice made me jolt a little. "All I know is that, I kissed you back because…" I bit my inner cheek, patiently waiting for her next words and since last night I don't think my heart banged this hard, and even my trembling fingers made the anxiousness inside me blaze even louder. "…I wanted to."

When I heard those last three words, the world practically came into a halt. A shaky pattern of air escaped my lips, spreading into the air before me along with the flaring of my chest. I'm pretty sure I heard her right for there's no other sound or disruption that interfered her incoming voice. It felt like I'm flying and falling at the same time and for the very long time I never felt like this.

Her phone ringing threw my thoughts out the window, reminding me that this isn't a dream or something like that. The breath that I have been keeping escaped my lungs with a powerful sigh, my shoulder slumping down, my head throbbing like I just took a Calculus test with that uncertainty hanging in the air and so is my eyes fluttering furiously. I let my fingers ran through my hair when Santana finally went for her phone, talking animatedly.

I was still swimming inside my head along with those endless thoughts that might happen between Santana and I when she called my name almost making my heart jump out of its cage. I would've never have thought that that raspy voice would ever make me crazy.

"Yea?" I looked at her.

Santana grinned at me before offering her hand. At first I just stare at her hand before letting my eyes wander up to her eyes, my brows knitted. "My siblings are on their way." She added excitedly.

"Your siblings?" I asked, my feet still rooted onto the floor and so is my hand onto the table. Santana took a deep breath before placing her hands on her hips. As far as I know, Santana was just an only child.

"Yes." She nods, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

I should've seen them already, right? With my brows still knitted I eyed her once again. "Like brothers and sisters?" I really don't know as to why I asked her that, but I did. Stupid!

"Uhhh. Yes?" She answered, once again taking her previous seat. "Oh okay. I get it. You're nervous. Britt, you don't have to, okay? They will love you." She smiled, that dimples of hers showing.

Okay. I admit, I may be a little anxious about the fact that I'm meeting another bunch of Lopez. I mean c'mon, what if they were just like their father? Rude as hell. What am I gonna do? Just flip them off? And no, erase that! I can't even think of it.

"I mean, what I am even going to say? Should I just say Hi or something?" I rambled, my fingers drumming into the table.

"Shh! Just be yourself and they'll love you. Okay?" She pressed, her hands flying on the top of mine. I can't help but stare at her hands and the oozing perfection judging the difference of our skin. Santana might have also noticed the awkward ambiance when she pulled her hand away before clearing her throat.

"What time are they arriving?" I asked instead.

Santana held her phone, probably checking the time. "For another half hour, I guess." She nods. "And should I give you a tip about them?"

"Of course. Please." I pleaded with a smile. Santana grins widely before adjusting her seat.

Of course I need a tip, I need to make an exemption!

"Okay, So Hector for sure will love you, he just turned 15 this January and he still got that cute charm that'll melt everybody's heart. And he loves to cuddle, he also loves playing with my hair so, we're really close." Santana tells me happily, and there's my brows urging to furrow and yet I didn't.

He's just 15? Wow. Okay. So I just nod before once again giving my full attention to the Latina in front of me.

"Second one is Jasmine, She's 14 and 4 months. I admit she's kind of a bitch. Like seriously, I think sometime she doesn't like me but I have to just understand her. She's the quiet and dangerous type. And- "

"She happens to be somewhat like you?" I cut her off with a grin.

"Yea, I can put it like that. Third is, Skylar – he's 11 and 7 mos. He's the sweetest of 'em all, like he wants to be on my side every time he sees me. And even I was working he would always take an empty seat beside me and just watch me until I finish so we could share a glass of milk before heading to bed."

I nodded, letting that smile etch on my lips. Okay –I may just say that this getting weird. Well, maybe it's just… but still I can't imagine Santana having siblings; these young.

"Next is, Lance –he's 9 and 3 days. I actually forgot to greet him on his birthday so this will be a frenzy. But Lance, what you call the mysterious type –he's quiet and just simply sitting on the corner. He's nice so, there's nothing to worry about. It's what mom actually says, let him be just make sure he's not into drugs."

I can feel the breaking of sweat on the corner of my temple as I try to let my mind flow along with Santana's words. I think I'm going to have a headache.

"How many are there?" I asked in the middle of her introduction.

"Oh. There are 9 including me." She smiled excitedly.

"And you're the eldest?"

"Of course." She bobs her head up and down. "So next is, Rafaela –she's 5 and 9 months. And guess the best part!" She smiled giddily.

"She just graduated kindergarten?" I asked, dumbfounded.

"She just had a baby! Twins actually! I'm so excited to see them." She shimmies in her seat with hands clasped together. "I'm so not sure if those are nieces or nephews but I'm still happy for her. When mom told me that Rafaela just had a baby, I wanted to cry –because c'mon. She just had a freaking baby, she just gave birth to the most beautiful creature in Earth! Isn't that worth crying for?"

Shoot me now. Please.

Please.

What the fuck is wrong with our community these days? At the age of 5? Twins? I'm passing out.

I'm slitting my wrist.

"So next is-"

"Wait!" I gasped, my right hand flying on the corner of my head. All of a sudden I felt a little light headed.

"No, don't worry Britt –she's nice. She may have slapped me like twice, I guess but she's sweet. So okay, next is Boston –he's 2 year and a half. And he's a jerk, I'm telling you. He likes to pull some tricks every time I'm around. I really don't know what's wrong with him tho, I guess it's just his hormones talking." She nods, remorsefully.

Can I just kill myself, right now? Please.

Who the fuck names his son- Boston? Oh dear Lord, bless Santana's family.

They're making a complete slip in the country.

"Second to the last is Craig. Craig Angelo, is somewhat like Hector but a lot sweeter he's 8 months, and I absolutely find it sweet when he sleeps between my legs, it just tickles –you know? But I guess he found that area super warm so, he's making himself comfortable." She laughs, shaking her head.

My mouth fell open at her words and I think I just swallowed my tongue.

Jesus Christ! "Between your legs? Wow." Lucky bastard.

"Yes. And last but not the least is Cleo –she's 4 months, the cutest with that little heart on her nose. She loves to follow me everywhere and she always stares at me when I sleep so," She grins elatedly.

My eyes flutter feverishly. "Are they staying here?" Because I can't even imagine.

"Oh no. They will just stay here until the house welcoming party and they'll be back in Lima right after. I can't babysit all of 'em, they're just so many and Mom will be jealous." She shrugged.

"Right. I didn't know your mom just gave birth to Cleo 4 months ago."

Santana's brows knitted. "What- Oh my god they're here!" Her question was shortly cut off with that loud squeal tumbling from wall to wall. "Let's go." She all but said, tugging on my arm.

I can't help but the automatic anxiety flowing down my veins as she tugs me out the front door.

"It's ummm. It's a truck." I said when my eyes landed on a 4 wheeler truck by the gate. My head cocked to side, shouldn't they be like in a limousine or something?

"Yea," Santana nodded. "Let's go."

I crossed my arms over my chest when she head towards the guy who just went out the driver's side. "Britt!" She called my name, wiggling a bunch of keys in her fingers.

What? They locked her siblings inside the truck?

Isn't this child abuse or something?

Santana tugged me once again, she excitedly fidgets the keys before giving me one last smile and opening the flaps.

"Tadaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" Santana squealed, opening her hands widely.

Can I crawl back to my mom's womb?

"Meow~"

Freaking cats.

Freaking cats.