So I re-read the chapter from yesterday, and I have to apologize for all the grammatical mistakes. There were many. I was just so tired and obviously not paying enough attention. Which reminds me, is anyone interested in being a beta? I would love to have one so that this story can be a bit more… responsible. So, yea. Shoot me a message if you are interested. Really liked the fact that you guys enjoyed Charlie.

Anyway, I hope this is much better.

"Hey," Puck said nonchalantly as his shoulder leaned on to the doorframe.

"Hi," Santana responded as friendly as she could muster. She looked over his shoulder into his condo and then looked around the outside of the house, Puck nodded and let her in, shutting the door when she was fully inside.

"First off, I wanted to apologize for being such a horny asshole and insisting," Puck confessed with a genuine glint in his eyes. Santana stared at him like if he was an alien and gave a confused look.

"No, really. I really dig you, Santana. I don't want to ruin what we have," he said taking her hands in his. Immediately, Santana's hands felt uncomfortable, his hands were too big and they just fit awkwardly around hers. Brittany's were softer and smaller and smooth, but besides all the visual characteristics. Santana felt attached to them, like if she wanted to hold them for the rest of her life. She didn't feel that with anyone, especially Puck. (Who was honestly just a vessel for Santana's repressed sexuality)

"Thank you, Puck," she said kindly with a smile. He gave her a shy grin and then let her hands go, Santana was more relieved than sad to see his hands go. She was not cold, and she didn't even feel vulnerable.

"Do you want to go out to dinner or something?" He asked expectantly.

"Uhm, I can't. School tomorrow," Puck nodded understandingly.

"What I came here for was to uh, uhm, I just wanted to, well, uhm, err- apologize," that is not what Santana came here to do, she didn't even think about apologizing, she didn't even do anything wrong.

"Oh, well. Thanks," Puck smiled and pecked Santana's lips quickly while she just sort of stood there with no desire to kiss back or even touch Puck for that matter.

"Okay, I have to go now," she said sternly and left the condo, she ran to her car and got in, punching the steering wheel with gritted teeth. She was disappointed with herself, she was supposed to walk in there and break up with Puck, not just cower in her own self-pity. She yelled out obscene words into the roof of her car and backed out of the parking lot and sped out onto the street, she drove about 20 miles over every speed limit and got home in half the time she usually did. She stormed into the apartment and kicked the door shut, scaring Blaine in the mean time.

"Really don't wanna get the neighbors mad again," Blaine said with a coy smile before realizing how angry Santana was. "What's wrong, babe?" he stood up quickly and led her to the worn out dark blue box and sat her down.

"I went there and I was three seconds away from breaking up with him and then I panicked and left," she dug her face in one of the throw pillows. Blaine sat next to her and patted her head.

"Stop being so scared, San."

"I don't want to walk down a street with like my girlfriend and have people stare at me or whisper things. Like how am I supposed to deal with that Blaine?" she pleaded. "I know that 24 is obviously way too old for me to care about what other people think but that's just always what I've thought. People suck so much, and I don't want to give them a reason to suck in front of me."

"You just have to learn that being yourself and being with the person you love is much more important than worrying about what people will say. Yes, the world is a mean place but that doesn't mean you can't have some hope in humanity. Everyday, people are growing a little more tolerant and there's no denying it."

"I'm just not ready."

"You will be, don't worry."

"I want to be ready now."

~hnng~

Brittany was waiting by the Spanish room, walking from one end of the hallway to the other as she waited for her phone to beep so that she could walk into Santana's room at exactly 4 'o clock to walk with her to glee club. Finally, her phone let out the 'Fondue for Two' theme song alarm and Brittany skipped up to Santana's door. She opened it courageously and pranced inside.

"Hey, give me a second," Santana said, when she heard Brittany come in. It had been 2 weeks since the handhold at Breadstix and you could say that both Brittany and Santana have gotten bolder. Their hugs were a little longer, and their touches a lot more habitual. Santana stood up and put all the work that she graded in a pile on the file cabinet behind her desk. As she got out of her desk, Brittany stopped her. They looked into each other's eyes for what seemed like ages. Santana let her eyes fall on Brittany's lips, she tried not to focus on how soft they looked and how her hands were starting to get clammy just by looking at them and Brittany was fiddling with her Cheerio's skirt trying to figure out what to do. She could just do it, press her lips against Santana's and call it a day, blame it on her Brittany- like impulses and just walk away smiling. Of course she could lose her, but it's not like Santana was ever hers to begin with. Sure, they shared a connection, but Santana will always nothing but her walls and a few lingering looks; she wanted to be there when she wasn't. She wanted to be there for Santana when those walls came down, she wanted to hold her and tell her that what was hurting would go away if she would just let it stop bothering her. And that is why Brittany decided not to, despite having Santana right where she wanted; Brittany decided to take her hand instead. Brittany has shared lots of chaste kisses with many and to her they didn't mean much, but she never really had a guy or a friend to hold her hand or protect her. Handholding was a promise. Brittany could not have been happier with her decision.

Ignoring what could have happened, or what she at least wanted to happen, Santana followed Brittany's lead out of the classroom. When they got to the choir room, sans handholding, Brittany wasn't that oblivious. Santana greeted everyone, still a little light headed.

"Hi, everyone. I've decide-"

"I'm here to check out your stupid club," Quinn's face would've been clear indication at who was at the door. There she stood in a ratty old cut up jean jacket, was Charlie Fabray with a bandana tied messily around her pink hair. Santana turned around and gave her a smirk before sitting down next to Brittany.

"What are you going to sing for us, Charlie?"

"Rush of Blood to the Head by Coldplay," Charlie said confidently, never letting her glare move from Quinn who was biting her lip angrily at her sister's presence. Slowly, the band joined Charlie as she sang the first lyrics of the song, Charlie's voice was almost identical to Quinn's only you could tell that Charlie wasn't second guessing herself, there was no hesitation. That's something Charlie had that Quinn envied, the courage to b herself and express herself. She hated Charlie for it, but she also loved her for it. Charlie goes on to sing a slower, calmer version of the song, leaving the entire club, even the footballers swaying with lazy smiles on their faces.

"Well, Charlie. If you'd like to, the glee club will obviously have you with open arms," Charlie listened carefully before looking over at Quinn who was just looking at Charlie in awe. She never knew how good she was, or that she even had remote interest in singing or music. Sure, they weren't very close but Quinn was still proud.

"Please, Char?" Quinn asked sincerely, using a nickname that she probably hadn't used in several years. Charlie's eyes grew in pure surprise to hear her sister say those two words. Quinn made sure that her tone wasn't condescending or sarcastic, Charlie gave Quinn a slight nod and sat down in the back, away from the entire group. Quinn looked over at her and gave her a slight smile that was also met with another nod from Charlie. Santana let the exchange pass before getting up again and standing in front of the entire glee club.

"Well, lets all welcome Charlie Fabray to the glee club," she clapped quietly while the rest of the club cheered, it honestly only took about a week for the 4 footballers and 2 of the new Cheerios to fall into the club's easy going spirit. Santana gave Charlie a wink that brewed a little green monster in Brittany's heart.

"Now that we're done with that, I'd like to talk about Mash-Ups."

~unf~

Santana was putting all her papers together as the glee clubbers walked out of the choir room when Brittany stopped by her side. She sat on the piano bench and played a few notes that Brad taught her a few days before.

"Where'd you learn that?"

"Brad," Brittany mumbled as she played the notes over again.

"Really? Thought he hated everyone here."

"No one ever bothers to talk to him, if you're nice, he'll be nice back," she said sweetly.

"It's probably because it's impossible to hate you," Santana blurted out, not really thinking how it would sound. The blush that came over Brittany's face pretty much melted Santana's heart along with everything else inside her.

"Thanks," Brittany said quietly that Santana almost asked for a repetition.

"No problem," Santana said softly and sat next to Brittany on the piano bench, she placed her hands on the keys directly parallel to Brittany's and looked at her, waiting. Brittany giggled and played one note, and Santana copied. Brittany played the other one and Santana copied. They played over the tune a few times before Santana couldn't take it anymore. Everything building up so intensely and speedily, it's felt like years. It's time to stop looking down at the ground; it's time to be free. She waited until Brittany looked over at her and leaned in closer to Brittany, she could feel her minty breath start to come together with hers and she was ready to take the plunge when Brittany let out a sigh and rested her forehead on Santana's.

"You'll regret it afterwards," Brittany said quietly.

"I won't," Santana wasn't expecting such a mature answer from Brittany, not because she didn't think Brittany was capable, she just thought that Brittany would've kissed her back, already drowning in embarrassment, Santana started to pull away but Brittany held onto her hands.

"I just don't want you to regret me," Brittany cupped Santana's face and pressed her lips against her forehead. "I'll never regret you."

So, I hope that that was enough Brittana for you guys until I get the next chapter out. I know that the trend with most authors is to write 5,000+ word chapters and get them out once every 2 weeks. I'm not good with that, at all. I hope that this is okay. Okay, well. Until next time.

Love, Bella.