A/N: So glad to be writing again! The last episode disappointed me a little, but the next episode looks promising! Anyway this chapter is about the most angst filled thing I've ever heard. But we definitely get some plot! I hope everyone enjoys it! Please review!

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. If I did, I'd be way too rich for my own good.

Brittany lay on the bed, sound asleep. Making lady-babies is hard work. Santana was tired, but her eyes didn't drift from the little set up Amy had left. LOVE. That word. Just sitting there, staring her in the face. Sure, she could get up and erase it. But she was tired. And she realized that erasing it would feel metaphorical, like she was erasing the possibility of love ever being a part of her and Brittany's confusing, wacky relationship. She knew, deep down, that she didn't want to erase that possibility. Damn Amy and her manipulative, all-knowing brain.

Santana looked at the sleeping girl next to her. She looked beautiful, even though she was sweaty and snoring softly. Santana smiled and stroked her hair before kissing her temple and whispering to her, "I love you, B. I love the way you smile, I love the way you make me feel like everything is just perfect. I love how you care so much for other people, and how you don't judge people. I love the way you say things without thinking, even if it makes people think you're stupid. I know you aren't stupid, your smart in a different way, even if no one can see it. I love how you make people feel special. I don't think I could do Cheerios and Glee without you. You know and accept everything about me. You just don't know how much I love you. But it's a fucking lot. More than I ever thought possible."

Santana had started crying, and her warm tears woke up the sleeping Brittany. Santana's face was on hers. She knew she should continue to pretend sleeping. But that thought didn't quite register. "San, why are you crying?" Santana couldn't think of anything that could possibly excuse the position she was in. She did the one thing she knew how to do best. She got up, threw her clothes on best she could, and went to the door. The handle wouldn't turn.

"San?" Santana couldn't answer. She couldn't move. She couldn't even breathe. Her lungs started to burn, desperate for more air, but she couldn't, or wouldn't let herself breathe. Her body started to shake. She realized fainting would be the next best way out. But Brittany had seen people hold their breath before. Santana, Amy, even Mary at times, all had the habit of holding their breath until they fainted. She got up and gave her best friend a good slap on the back. Santana coughed, and began breathing again. She hoped to God that that scene had at least distracted the blonde.

"Thanks, Britt" she smiled. Brittany said nothing. Her facial expression made it clear that she wasn't going to let the whole "crying on my face while I was asleep" thing go unmentioned. Her face actually showed a bizarre mix of pain, confusion, and someone who just ate a lemon. She knew this was the face Brittany made when she was trying to raise one eyebrow. Santana quickly came up with what sounded like a believable excuse. "I…I had a dream you died and it made me sad, I mean, I wouldn't want to lose my best friend. And I'm um, PMS-ing so I just kinda got emotional, but not in a weird way. I'd do the same thing to Quinn or umm…our other friends. Like Berry."

If Santana hadn't thrown in the part about Rachel, Brittany may have pretended to believe her. She knew Santana secretly enjoyed Rachel's company, at times, but there's no way she would cry all over her if she had a dream she died. And there was no way she was going to let Santana pretend she would. And honestly, she knew she wouldn't do it for Quinn either. She wasn't in the mood to take the shitty excuse.

"You're lying." she said, her face completely unreadable.

"No, I'm not. I'm just PMS-ing! You're my best friend, and we have MEANINGLESS sex. Its just for fun, not cause were in love. I don't love you like that." Santana said, her face burning, her tongue firing off words before her brain could remind her to sugar-coat things.

"I never said you did. I didn't say anything about it at all. You pretty much brought that subject up out of nowhere." Brittany felt incredibly proud of herself. She had outsmarted someone, which is an incredibly rare occurrence.

"Well you were fucking thinking it!" Santana said, proud she could finally say something she knew was true.

"Were you thinking about it too? Have you ever thought about it? Cause I think you have." Brittany said, with eyes that would put a puppy dog to shame.

Santana inhaled and exhaled loudly and slowly. Her mouth attempted to say "No!" But she couldn't. She just couldn't. Tears filled her eyes and she nodded. Her whole body was shaking. She didn't want to cry. But tears would flooding her eyes, and every time she opened her mouth, an unintelligible moan is all that came out. She knew this moment was going to change a lot of things, no matter what she did.

Brittany walked over to her and gently led her to the bed. She sat her down and tenderly laid her down. She stroked her hands, creating a new kind of intimacy between the two of them. "You can tell me anything, hon. Or nothing." Brittany said, praying Santana would choose the first answer. "I really need some water." Santana said honestly, she was anxious and she knew drinking water would help calm her. Brittany gave her the water glass sitting on the night stand, it had been shared between the two of them for years.

After taking a few long sips, Santana closed her eyes and thought about how to say what she knew had to be said. "Brittany. You know that I really love you, like a sister and a best friend. I always have, always will. Same with your brothers and sisters. And I think you also know, that I feel something else for you. I don't know how to describe it. But the thing is, we're in high school, and I think we should just leave everything where it is, ok? But now you know there's something, I'm glad to have that off my chest. But maybe we can link pinkies more?"

Santana felt anxious, she had lied more than she wanted to. But she had let some things out, and that's good enough for now, right?

After a long, more or less comfortable silence, Amy came and opened the door, no questions asked. Brittany quietly went to go make dinner. Amy had so many things she wanted to say to Santana. She had spent forever online finding the perfect quote "Sometimes hearts are broken by words left unspoken" but she realized Santana was shaking, nervous and possibly on the verge of an emotional breakdown. Maybe she was more scarred than Amy had thought. So instead she hugged her. They embraced for what seemed like forever. "I'm proud of you" Amy said. "Just go home and sleep. It will get better."

A thousand emotions were running over Brittany at once. She loved half of what Santana said, hated the other half. She hated the part she knew was a lie. She knew Santana knew what those "extra feelings" were. As for the pinkies thing, she was happy, but she wanted more. What was Santana waiting for? Those words, she had heard them before. She knew what she had to do. Pull a Rachel Berry and sing about her feelings in Glee club.