Hi :) First of all, thanks for all your reviews, favorites and follows. They make me so happy :) I had to change the name from Behind Closed Doors to The Wedding Date because there were practically a thousand fanfics with the name Behind Closed Doors. Sorry for the trouble. So my exams are finally done. I got my results for two of them and I passed them both so yay me. It's also my birthday today, so you could maybe review the chapter as a birthday gift? ;) Anyway, enjoy the chapter.

Brittany woke up and looked across the bed. Santana was still sleeping. She looked peaceful and serene. Her pitch-black hair was draped across her face and her make-up was smudged under her eyes. Brittany felt the urge to trace her hand over Santana's face but that would probably wake up the other girl, so she just decided to go take a shower.

After her shower, Santana was still sleeping. Brittany went into the living room and took her phone with her. She remembered that Quinn had asked her to call her. Quinn went to school with Santana, so she probably knew way more than Brittany about Santana.

Quinn and her met via mutual friends. Quinn went to school with Kurt and Rachel, and Brittany met them at a college bar. They were a big group of friends who hung out a couple of times a week. Quinn, Kurt, Rachel, Kitty, Ryder, Marley, Mercedes, Puck, Sam and her. Lately Brittany hadn't managed to meet them, but after they were back from Hawaii, she would get back into her social life.

The whole group was supposed to be here too for the two weeks, but Kitty's parents wanted some private family time. Brittany couldn't remember when they were arriving, but it was probably fast. She tiptoed out off the room, so that she wouldn't wake Santana and started dialing Quinn's number as she opened the window and stepped into the morning sun. It was nine AM, so Quinn would be up already.

'Hello with Quinn Fabray.'

Brittany smiled. Quinn would always do that. Even though she could see who was calling her, she still felt the need to introduce her over the phone.

'Hi, Quinn. It's Brittany.'

'Brittany? Oh, you're finally calling. I was so curious to hear about the whole situation there.'

'Yeah, I know. I wanted to call, but I was so busy.'

Well that wasn't really true, but Quinn didn't need to know that she hadn't thought about calling her. That would just hurt her feelings.

'Oh okay, I get it.'

'When are you guys coming anyway?'

'The day after tomorrow. No offense Brittany, but I'm not really looking forward to it. Five hours next to that annoying Man Hands.'

Man hands was the nickname that Quinn used to address Rachel. But that one wasn't the only one she used. Rachel-what's-her-name, That Thing, RuPaul and Tiny Teenage Jew were also often used. Brittany didn't know why, but the two girls loaded each other. Well, Quinn hated Rachel. Rachel was in awe for Quinn. She would go on rants about how the girl had everything together and was just perfect.

Quinn worked at the local new station and was a reporter. She worked her butt off, but it worked. In just a few years she had managed to reach a certain level in her career. She wrote some articles for the news and last month was her first TV-debut. Quinn looked like the perfect blonde, religious American girl. She was a blonde, skinny girl with pale skin. The girl was just dead on gorgeous and nobody could deny that. Her looks certainly helped her reaching her career, but mostly because people didn't expect much from her. After her first day, some jerks told her that she wouldn't make it just with her pretty face, but Quinn was one of the smartest people Brittany had ever met. She would sometimes use words in her articles that Brittany even never heard about.

Rachel on the other hand was a singer in the local bar. She wanted to be on Broadway and she had a part. She was a maid in some kind of show that Brittany now couldn't remember. She had two lines but choked on opening night. After that, she was so humiliated that she moved back to Chicago and left New York forever. When she moved, she fell into a small depression. It wasn't that she needed to be hospitalized but she just decided not to talk or leave her house. After about a month she seemed to be over it, but that wasn't the case.

Whenever she was drunk, she would go on hour-long rants about how she could have been the biggest musical star that the world has ever seen since Barbra Streisand, but when she wasn't drunk, she didn't say a word about that. Brittany figured that it just hurt too much to talk about all her lost dreams.

Kurt was a designer, first in New York and he was then offered a job at Vogue in their Chicago department. That was probably the reason why the both of them, who were best friends, both moved to Chicago. Kurt too had dreams to become a performer in the musical arts, but he never made it. Some agent a couple of years ago told him that his face was way too gay to ever get a decent part. Kurt said he didn't care what people thought about him, but she knew that he was pretty offended. After that, he didn't audition that much anymore, mostly because his designer job was really taking off. He worked at and then got offered the job in Chicago. Brittany herself wasn't a big fan of Kurt's clothes, but people really seemed to like it. It was a little over the top for her.

'No, I get it. I wouldn't like sitting next to Rachel for an hour, let alone five hours.'

'I know. But how is it there?'

'Great, the weather is awesome and the food is really good.'

'Britt, you know I wasn't asking about the weather or the food. How is the whole Santana and Sam situation?'

Brittany swallowed when she remembered the fact that Sam cheated.

'He cheated.'

'What?' Quinn's voice rose.

'He cheated with some girl, and now that girl is pregnant.'

'Oh my god. That bastard. I'm coming over right now to kick his ass. What gives him the right to cheat on you? Freaking asshole. Oh man, he's so lucky I'm not there right now. Nobody messes with Brittany Pierce like that. You did get mad at him, right?'

It felt good that Quinn was so mad. It felt like someone was picking her side, even though she technically didn't do anything wrong.

'Yeah, the first night, he tried to talk to me, but I flipped out on him.'

'What did you do?'

'I screamed that he could never apologize for leaving me like that. He begged me for a second chance, and I get that just set me off.'

'Yeah, he really doesn't deserve a second chance, you know?'

'I know. I told him that, and then didn't give him a chance to finish. I left and I heard him crying. The next evening he begged me to meet him, so I did.'

'Why do you still meet him after what he has done?'

'I needed to know why he did that. Why he left me that awfully.'

Brittany didn't see Quinn, but this would probably be the moment that she nodded.

'I went over him, and he told me. He cheated when he was at some business trip in New York. The girl that he cheated with is now pregnant. Sam didn't dare to tell me, so he chose the easy way out and ended everything with a text.'

'Wow, he sure is an ass. Good thing that you two broke up after all. You deserve better.'

Brittany swallowed. Did she really deserve better? Before that trip, Sam and her were perfect. He was her rock. She could tell everything to him, and now it was all gone. And some part of her still wanted it back, so bad.

'Do you still want him back?' Quinn asked, as Brittany didn't say anything.

'I don't know. I guess some part of me wants to hold on to what we had. It was just so certain and I still love him. That just doesn't go away in a couple of months.'

'Brittany, it's your decision, but I just think you need to find someone else. He doesn't deserve you anymore. And what if you two get back together? What about the girl and the baby? Is Sam going to help the girl out? Or is he just going to run away from it like he did with you?' Brittany knew that Quinn didn't say that to hurt her, but it sting.

'I don't know, Q.'

'I'm just saying that that girl exist out there, and she will always remind you of what Sam did? Do you really want to settle for that? A husband who cheated on you and has a baby somewhere in the world? Maybe he will even want to take care of him/her. And then you end up with a husband who cheated on you and a baby that isn't even yours.'

Brittany's stomach dropped. Quinn was right. Her and Sam would never be able to get through this. That baby will always live somewhere.

'So how's the whole deal with Santana?' Quinn seemed to sense through the phone that she was getting uncomfortable.

'Weird. I mean, the whole situation is just kind of weird I guess.'

'How weird?'

'It's just strange to act like a couple with someone you just recently met.'

'But how do you guys act around each other?'

'She kissed me in front of Sam twice.'

'What? Oh my God, perfect. That teaches the son of a bitch. Sorry. Go on.'

'She's just really good at all of this stuff, and I'm, well not. She knows how to act around my family and apparently she's been telling people the story of how we met, and I don't even know that story.'

Quinn laughed.

'She has done this quite a couple of times, so I guess it's normal that she's pretty good at this stuff.'

'Yeah I know. Is she always so flirty?'

'What do you mean?'

'She's just a really flirty person. She's always teasing me and flirting and I guess I'm just wondering if she does that to all of them?'

'I don't know, Brittany. I guess she only does that to hot girls.'

'She's gay right?'

'Yeah. She struggled a lot with that during high school, you know?'

'Really? She seems so confident.'

'Well, she really wasn't back in the day. If you think she can be rude now, she was way worse back then. She just struggled I guess. But back then, I didn't understand why she was so mean and rude all the time.'

'Do you understand now?'

'I guess. Her parents didn't accept her sexuality. They were really religious and I heard her mom kicked her out.'

'What? They just kicked her out?'

'Apparently. I never heard the story from Santana herself so I don't really know, but she did leave her house and moved into her cousin's house for a couple of weeks. After graduation she moved to Chicago.'

'That's so sad.'

'I know. And she had some problems too with her back then girlfriend. They always seemed inseparable, and one day some people saw them fighting. Her girlfriend, Jenna, then left and Santana cried. She cried in front of people. After that she was never the same. She had lost her girlfriend and her whole family.'

'I can't even imagine how that would feel.'

'I know. When she moved, I didn't hear from her in four years. And then one day, I saw her in a coffee house and we started chatting.'

'Oh wow. She has gone through so much.'

'Yeah. I don't know the whole story, maybe you should ask her yourself.'

'I don't know. I don't really know that much about her. She's a mystery.'

'Some girls are closed off, to make sure nobody gets close enough to hurt them.'

Quinn really was the smartest girl that Brittany ever knew.

'Britt, I need to go. See you in two days.'

'Yeah, bye.'

Quinn hung up and Brittany was left with a queasy feel. Santana's story was heavy and Brittany fell mostly sorry for her. Nobody deserves to be thrown out of his or her house. Brittany desperately wanted to hear Santana's side of the whole story, but Santana needed to tell the story on her own terms. She wouldn't pressure Santana into telling her history.

'Brittany?'

She turned around and saw Santana.

'Hi.'

'What are you doing?'

'I was calling Quinn. She wanted a heads-up. They're arriving the day after tomorrow.'

'Wait, what? Quinn is coming here?'

'Yeah, didn't I tell you?'

Santana looked shocked. Did Brittany really not tell her that all of her friends were coming?

'No, what the hell are you talking about, Britt?'

The blonde was happy that the nickname of last night had stuck.

'Yeah. A lot of my and Kitty's friends are coming for the wedding. Quinn, Rachel, Kurt, Mercedes, Marley and Puck.'

'Wait, what? Do you mean Noah Puckerman?'

'Yeah. Do you know him?'

'Yes. I went to school with that guy. He was basically my best friend.' Brittany just laughed.

The fact that Quinn and Puck went to the same school had slipped Brittany's mind. She did however understand that Puck and Santana were best friends. They seemed to share some characteristics. Puck was basically a man-whore. He felt the need to talk to anyone who had boobs, including high school students, which was quite creepy. At home, he worked as a bartender in some sleazy bar.

They always went there to wait until Puck was finished with his shift, and he would always slip them free drinks. His big plan was to open up a pool cleaning business, but there weren't enough pools to keep him in business. So he ended up bartending, which he loves. He gets paid to serve pretty ladies drinks, so you don't hear him complain very often.

'Who are the rest of your friends that are coming?'

Brittany thought. 'Quinn, but you already know her.'

Santana nodded.

'Then Puck, who is now a bartender by the way.'

Santana burst out in laughter.

'Oh man. That's so Puck. You can practically see him handing free drinks to every pretty girl he sees, to then get yelled at by his boss because he's not supposed to do that.'

Brittany laughed. 'Yeah, he does that like every night.'

'Noah Puckerman. I haven't seen him since high school.'

'That's a long time.'

'I know. I meant to keep contact but you know how it is, out of eye, out of heart.'

Santana was looking awkward to her shoes, like she was ashamed of something.

'And then we have Rachel and Kurt.'

'Quinn told me about them once. She choked on Broadway and he's a designer, right?'

'Yes, but you better not tell Rachel that you know that she choke on Broadway. She doesn't like to be reminded. And don't let Kurt give you an outfit to wear. You would just end up wearing feathers and studs.'

'Noted.' Santana laughed.

'And then Marley, my best friend since high school, she's a lawyer.'

'Cool. And those are the only ones, right?'

'No, then you also have Mercedes. She works with Rachel in a local singing bar.'

'Okay, so Mercedes, Puck, Marley, Kurt, Rachel and Quinn, right?'

'Yes.'

Suddenly Santana stepped closer and Brittany was surprised. They were now in kissing distance and she wondered what had made Santana step in. Suddenly she raised her arm and she reached out for Brittany's neck. Right, the hickey. Her finger grazed over the love mark and Brittany's breath hitched. She took her bottom lip between her lips as Santana kept grazing over the hickey.

'I got you good.'

Santana whispered and her breath reverbed between both their lips. Santana's eyes finally met Brittany's blue ones. Santana's eyes were a darker shade of brown than normal, and Brittany fell even deeper than normal into them. Santana's eyes suddenly flickered to her lips and so did Brittany's. Brittany swallowed, because she could feel that Santana could lean in any time, and she desperately hoped that she would. Both of their eyes met each other again, but nobody made the first move. Santana's eyes flickered one more time to Brittany's lips and Brittany thought she was about to close the distance, until they heard Kitty calling them.

'Ew, get a room.'

Santana backed away faster than light, and her face flushed, and so did Brittany's face.

'Perhaps we should get some breakfast.'

Brittany finally spoke.

The both of them went to catch some breakfast. They came across Brittany's dad and talked some time with him about the wedding. After that they met with Susan, who was whining that all of the food had already been eaten and she didn't know who did it. Santana's face went pale. She had 'stolen' all the food yesterday evening. She quickly offered to go to the store.

'That's nice, Santana, but I'm sure you two have better things to do.'

'No, I'll help Susan. It would be my pleasure. I'm sure we'll amuse ourselves shopping.'

Santana gave Brittany a quick poke in her stomach and Brittany gasped. She wasn't expecting that.

'Yeah mom, no problem, we'll do it.'

'Both of you are like send-from-God.'

Santana laughed.

'I can assure you that I'm born on earth, Susan.'

After that they made some small talk and then left. They suddenly saw Sam, he was calling with his phone. He turned around slowly so he could almost see them.

Suddenly Santana stopped in her tracks and spin Brittany around. Once again they were in kissing distance, but this time, Santana didn't hesitate and leaned in immediately.

Her lips met with Santana's plumb ones. Brittany was too surprised to move, but suddenly fell Santana's lips move against her own, and she started kissing back. Brittany's eyes fluttered close. One of Santana's hands was tracing on her back as the other tangled into blond hair.

What was happening? The kiss now was more intense than ever before and Brittany didn't know how to feel. Santana was slowly sucking on Brittany's bottom lip and Brittany whimpered against her lips. Santana heard that and she smiled a little into the kiss. Santana suddenly turned her head, deciding to deepen the kiss. Brittany felt a tongue against her bottom lip and opened up immediately. Her mind was frozen and all she could feel was Santana. All of her senses were guided at Santana. All she could smell was Santana. All she could taste was Santana and in her mind she saw Santana's deep, beautiful eyes. Everything was Santana as their tongues struggled for dominance. Santana won, but Brittany didn't even care.

Her hands were roaming in her hair and slowly stroking her neck. Santana's smelled like sweet chocolate and it was almost intoxicating. Santana's hand was now stroking Brittany's jawline as she deepens the kiss even more. Their tongues still roaming around, but after a couple of seconds more, they had to let go because they needed air. Brittany wanted to keep her eyes close for just a second more, to process what had just happened, but she felt Santana's gaze on her closed eyelids. Her eyes fluttered open again and she gasped at Santana's intense eyes on her.

She suddenly stepped slightly away.

'Looks like he saw us.' Santana said as she slightly tilted her head towards Sam. He was staring at the ground but his jaw was clenched.

'Yeah.'

Brittany said. The fact that Santana said that just reminded her that this was all a game. She was stupid to believe that Santana had any other motive than making Sam jealous. She probably flirted with anyone and Brittany was being stupid to think that she was special in some way.

After that, they fell into silence as they walked towards the car, with a grocery list and money from Susan.

'Should I drive?' Santana asked.

'No, it's okay. I'll do it.' Brittany stated. It was her mom's jeep, and it wasn't that she didn't trust Santana; it was still her mother's car.

It was a forty-minute drive and they were both still silent. They made some small talk and then finally arrived at the supermarket.

'I know this awesome game. Can we please play it, Santana?' Brittany asked.

Santana didn't seem too eager to play. 'What is it?'

'All right, so we need to get all of these groceries. We split the grocery list in two, split the money in two. We then race to see who's the first to get all of their groceries, pay them, and put them in the car.'

Santana still looked a little skeptical.

'And what do I get when I win?'

'If I win, you'll give me a massage. And if you win, I'll give you a massage.'

Brittany's shoulders had been sore from sleeping on the bed. It wasn't a great bed, so her shoulders and back were aching. She could really use a massage.

'Fine. But you do know that I'm super competitive and you'll probably be giving me a massage right?'

'We'll see about that.'

They split the grocery list and finally Brittany handed Santana a fifty-dollar bill.

'All right. Let's do this.'

Brittany stopped herself from squealing because she was sure that Santana would have laughed at her if she did.

'Three, two, one.'

Brittany, who was way to eager to win this game, started running towards the supermarket. Santana on the other hand, didn't seem so eager. She grunted loud, but then realized that she also really wanted to win, even if it meant humiliating herself in front of a lot of random people. Brittany grabbed a shopping cart and started pushing it. Suddenly she saw Santana come past her, as she was standing on the edge of the shopping cart. That way Santana didn't need to run, and she could just let the shopping cart roll her.

Damnit. Brittany thought to herself as she did the same.

'Get ready to massage me, Britt-Britt.'

Santana yelled at her and she winked. Whatever Brittany did, she couldn't let Santana win this. She knew that if the brunette won this, she would never hear the end of it. It would hunt her down to her final day. So Brittany started running even faster as she grabbed item after item.

She didn't see Santana for a while, and now Brittany only needed one more thing from her list. A box of Oreos, which seems like an easy job, but seriously, at that moment she realized how many brands of cookies there were. Cookies with chocolate, cookies without chocolate, cookies with raisins, diet cookies, etc. But the worst part was that they weren't even organized. The cookies were everywhere and Brittany was lost. In the corner of her eye she suddenly saw Santana, who seemed to have all of her items and was running towards the cash registers.

Suddenly Brittany saw the blue box right above some dinosaur cookies. She grabbed the box and started running towards the cash registers. Santana was already waiting in line for a while now, as there was only one lady in front of her. Brittany quickly chose a line and was waiting impatiently. At this rate, she sure would lose. Suddenly she heard a woman's voice going through the speakers.

'We will now open the cash register number five.'

Brittany looked around and started running towards the just opened number five. She quickly started loading her stuff onto the roller. Santana however was still waiting on the old lady, who was trying to pay.

'That'll be 45,67 dollars please.'

Brittany pushed the fifty-dollar bill inside the open hand of the cashier and her eyes shifted to Santana. The old lady was now slowly wheeling her shopping cart away as Santana was impatiently giving her a death glare. Brittany pushed her shopping cart out of the store and started racing towards the car.

She loaded the items into the trunk as she heard Santana after her. Brittany threw in the Oreos, the final item, just when Santana arrived at the car. Brittany immediately started cheering loud and threw her hands in the air. Santana on the other hand was cursing words that made some children look up.

'I won!'

'You only won because that old lady in front of me had decided to pay with all pennies. I swear, I wanted to pay for her, just to end the pain.'

Brittany laughed. Santana was one of those people who would never admit their defeat.

'That's one massage for me.' Brittany poked Santana in her stomach.

Santana gasped, but then laughed back.

'Fine. I'll give it tonight, okay?'

'Okay.'

The rest of the day, they spend sitting on the beach, talking with Ryder, Kitty, Tina and Mike, Sam was nowhere to be seen. They talked about the wedding and their friends and before they knew it, it was dinnertime. Susan told them that Sam had already eaten dinner earlier, so they just ate with the six of them. They shared a couple bottles of wine, and once again Brittany was buzzed. She was talking with Mike about dancing, when suddenly she fell a hot breath on her ear. She inhaled Santana's scent.

'Are you ready for your massage?'

Santana whispered in the blonde's ear, and her breath hitched. She was doing it again. Teasing and flirting with her in public, knowing that she would blush. And she did indeed. She nodded slightly.

'Hey, Brittany, is that a hickey on your neck?'

Kitty suddenly asked. Oh, crap. Brittany had totally forgotten about that hickey. Brittany blushed even more and was giving her plate a death glare. Santana simply shrugged.

'Yes, that's a hickey. Can you blame me though? If this hot girl was your girlfriend, I'm sure you wouldn't keep your hands to yourself either. I'm not ashamed to admit it.'

Brittany's mouth fell open, and so did the mouths of the rest of the group. Did Santana just brag about their non-existing sex-life? Yes, she did. Santana leaned over and placed a small kiss on Brittany's cheek.

'Can we now go to sleep, Britt-Britt? That bath you promised me is waiting for us?'

Mike's mouth fell even more open and Tina's eyes went wide. Brittany couldn't decline now before it became suspicious, but she know that if they left now, the whole group would 'know' that they were going to have sex. Brittany just decided to play the game along and she beamed at Santana.

'Let's go, honey.'

She placed a quick peck on Santana's lips.

'See you tomorrow guys.'

The whole group was still flabbergasted at what just happened but Kitty managed to get a bye out. Brittany grabbed Santana's hand and she pulled her along to their room.

'So do you want your massage right now?' Santana asked as they were back in their room.

Brittany suddenly fell nervous. Maybe she didn't think this all the way through.

'Yeah, sure.'

'Okay, lay on the bed and get in your bra.'

Brittany gasped. In her bra?

'What do you mean?'

'Britt, you won, I'm going to do this the right way. I'm going to get some lotion. Look, don't worry, I'm not a perv. I won't look at your boobs or anything, I promise. Just lay on your stomach and that way I can't even see them. Brittany seriously didn't think this through. Santana's hands on her bare back seemed a little too intimidate than she first intended, but then she fell her sore shoulders and how bad she really wanted the massage.

'I'm going to get some lotion. Just relax and lay down, Brittany.'

Santana motioned her head to the bed and then she left the bedroom. Brittany undressed herself until her bra and lay on the bed. Santana reentered the room and was holding indeed a bottle of body lotion.

'Just relax.'

She sat next to Brittany and grabbed the bottle.

'This is going to be a little cold.'

Brittany was nervous, as she lay there, half-naked. Suddenly she felt the cold liquid on her upper back. But she didn't have a long time to get used to the cold, when Santana's warm, soft hands replaced the cold. She started slowly rubbing the lotion all over her upper back and her shoulders. She was gently, but at the same time, she pushed hard enough to get all of the tension out of her muscles. Santana's hands felt so good and she kept massaging the blonde for some more minutes.

The tension finally left Brittany's shoulders, and before she could stop herself she moaned. It was a soft, but hearable moan, and since there wasn't any noise other than their breathing, Santana had heard it. Brittany immediately flushed. She had just moaned. Brittany was praying that Santana didn't hear it, and that she wouldn't make a remark about it, but of course, that was just false hope.

'I didn't even know I was THAT good.'

She said and the emphasized the that part of the sentence. Suddenly Santana's hands roamed lower, first slowly grazing over Brittany's red bra, and then grazing over her waistline and ending on her tailbone. She kept massaging her under back, and that just seemed way more intimate than before.

Santana's hands kept inching closer to her ass and she would touch it for a mere second, probably pretending that it was an accident, but Brittany knew better. Brittany felt herself getting turned on, with every touch of Santana's hands on her back, certainly when she was stroking her waistline. It would normally tickle, but there was a noticeable tension in the room, so Brittany didn't laugh. Brittany almost moaned again, but stopped herself right in time. But she was now getting so turned on, that it was almost embarrassing. Brittany decided to stop this before things got out of hand even more.

'Thank you Santana.' She said firmly, indicating that the brunette should stop.

'You're welcome.'

Santana said, but Brittany noticed an undertone of disappointment. Was she disappointed? Santana suddenly left for the bathroom and left Brittany behind, confused. She changed again into her pajamas and slipped into the bed. She turned her back to the bathroom, and Santana and tried to sleep. Santana slipped into the bed a couple of minutes later in.

'Goodnight Britt-Britt.'

'Goodnight.'

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Ps: Ryan is an ass for saying that Brittany isn't capable of an emotional relationship. Not going to say more about it. He's an ass, don't believe a word that he says.