Thanks for all the birthday wishes and all the reviews :) Super fast update for you. It has been two days since I updated last so I hope that's quickly enough for you. About the POV of the story: It is Brittany, and it'll probably stay that way for a while. So sorry to all those people that asked a Santana's POV, but I just don't see it happening. The whole idea of this fic is wondering if it's real or just an act and if I write a Santana POV chapter, it would totally destroy it :) About the grammatical errors: I'm so sorry if there are, which I'm sure of. I'm Belgian so I don't speak English and I always end up updating after 11 PM and I'm always too tired to see any grammatical errors. Please bare with me :) Now after an awful long A/N, Enjoy :)

Brittany woke up and Santana was already up. The both of them grabbed breakfast, and once again Santana acted like nothing had happened. They were acting like friends, but every time they saw Sam, Santana would step a little closer to Brittany, or grab her hand, or place kisses on her cheek, or on her lips. Brittany sure as hell didn't mind those endearments, but she noticed that she had to keep reminding herself that it wasn't real.

It was just an act, and Brittany was afraid that that would slip her mind. The both of them made a walk and decided to clean up the room. Santana wasn't the cleanest girl, and their room was already a mess.

'Could you maybe help clean?'

Brittany asked. Santana was lying in the bed, staring at her phone.

'Nah.'

'What?'

Santana shrugged. 'Don't feel like cleaning.'

'San, could you please help? This place is a mess, the mess is mostly yours.'

'One: This place isn't that messy. Two: No, not everything from the mess is yours. That's your red bra lying there on the floor.'

Damn you Santana. Brittany flushed when she did indeed notice her bra on the floor. She normally wasn't the girl to throw around her underwear and this was embarrassing.

'Just help, Santana, it won't take that long.'

'Britt, I don't really feel like cleaning okay? I'll do it some other time.'

Damnit. How was she supposed to convince Santana? Santana hadn't even looked at Brittany ever since she asked her to help. Then it hit Brittany. She jumped right next to Santana on the bed, and Santana looked up.

'Please, Santana? It would really mean a lot to me if you help me now.'

Brittany said, as she started pouting.

'Oh no, Britt. No way that you're pouting for this. Hot girls pouting is my weakness.'

Did Santana just call her a hot girl? She sure as hell didn't mind. Brittany kept pouting and setting up her best puppy-eyes.

'Please, San?'

'Fine.' Santana groaned loudly as she stepped off the bed.

'Thanks, San, you're really the best.'

'As long as you know it.' Santana answered and she winked.

After they cleaned the room, they lay down on the bed again, worn out after cleaning. Brittany looked over at Santana.

'You know what's funny?'

Santana's eyebrows rose. 'Enlighten me.' She answered.

'The fact that you're already whipped and we're not even dating.'

Santana's mouth fell open.

'I'm so not whipped, stop it.'

'You so are, San. You cleaned the room and all that I had to do was pout.' Brittany gave Santana a little poke in her stomach.

'Whatever. I'm not whipped. Santana Diabla Lopez doesn't do whipped.'

'Well, you do, apparently.' Brittany winked.

'Damn you, Brittany Susan Pierce. You're going to be my death one day.'

Brittany didn't really know how to properly answer that. It just seemed a weird comment from Santana. That was the deal with Santana. She confused Brittany. She was mysterious and secretive. Every time she would discover something new about the girl, this whole new side of her rose to the surface, and Brittany wondered who the real Santana was. From her experience, tough, badass girls like Santana were always hurting inside. They were tough against other people to keep their own feelings protected. People who are kind, set themselves vulnerable for people to hurt them, and Santana did the exact opposite, at least that's how it seemed to Brittany. Brittany however could be totally wrong about the girl.

'So what do you want to do today?' Santana broke the silence.

'The weather isn't that good, so maybe we could bake something?'

'Do you want to bake?'

'Yeah, do you want to?'

'I've never baked actually.'

'What? How is there still a twenty-year old woman on this planet that hasn't baked in her whole life?'

'Britt, I can assure you, there is a lot of women who couldn't bake to save their life.'

'But no women that I know. So, it's settled then, we'll bake an apple pie today.'

'Okay.'

The both of them lay in silence for another half an hour, both of them too lazy to move. The weather wasn't that great to go outside, so they could just sit the whole day inside. The whole sky was filled with dark, grey clouds that were pretty depressing.

Brittany nudged Santana to get up. If they were going to bake a cake today, they better do it now.

'Come on.'

Santana grunted loud but did stand up. The both of them went to the family house. All of the food was there and frankly, Brittany was too lazy to carry all the food back. There wasn't anyone else in the house, so they could do whatever they want.

'Okay, since I've never done this, you're going to have to talk me through this.'

Santana seemed nervous, which was weird, because all they were going to do was bake a freaking pie.

'First, you collect all your ingredients.'

'And those are?'

'San, let me think. It has been a while since I baked. I used to do it all the time back in high school. I would bring it to school almost week. My friends sometimes called me the pie girl.'

'You brought a pie with you to school?'

'Yeah. Teachers loved it too, you know? I would always get better grades, which I didn't say no to.'

Santana just laughed.

'The ingredients?'

Santana looked at Brittany with a questioning look.

'Right, so we need four eggs, 250 grams of sugar, 250 grams of flour and 250 grams of butter.'

'Okay, I'll weigh them.'

Brittany was weighing the flour and Santana was weighing the sugar.

'Hey San. Look over here.'

Santana turned around to see what Brittany was talking about, but a big cloud of white flour blocked her view. Brittany, who was holding flour in her hand, had blown into it and now Brittany was all under. Brittany started laughing hysterically.

'Oh no, you didn't Britt.' Santana grabbed the bowl with the flower and grabbed a full hand. She then threw it all over Brittany's blonde hair and Brittany gasped.

'That was so much more than I did to you.'

'You don't mess with Santana Lopez, I told you.'

'Oh is that right?'

Brittany grabbed an egg from the table and broke it in quick succession on Santana's hair. Santana started screaming her longs out with disgust. She then cursed some more as she took the eggshells out of her hair.

'You just crossed a line, Brittany.'

Santana had a half smirk on her face, but it didn't impress Brittany. After all, her whole face was covered in white flour, and now there was egg dripping from her hair. Santana grabbed some eggs and started chasing Brittany. Brittany, who had already seen through Santana's whole plan, ran scared away, almost like a deer that had just seen a lion. But Brittany didn't have much to run to. After all, they were in the kitchen and the only place Brittany could ran to, was the living room. Santana blocked the door, so she was forced to stay inside. Santana immediately gave chase to Brittany.

'You can run, but you can't hide.' Santana yelled after her and they were both hysterically laughing. Brittany was now stuck. She was standing behind the sofa and Santana was at the other side. Whenever Santana would move, Brittany would move into the other direction.

Santana was holding two eggs in her hands, and Brittany was scared. She knew that she had started this whole 'fight' but the thought of eggs on her hair really didn't appeal to Brittany. The eye contact between the girls was intense, as both of them tried to stare to other one away. Even though the egg was still dripping from her hair, Santana never looked hotter.

Her eyes were wild and Santana chasing her was turning on Brittany. Blame it on her dry spell, blame it on Santana's teasing, blame it on whatever you want, Brittany was still dying to kiss Santana. She unconsciously licked her lips, the universal sign for I want to kiss you, as Santana kept staring at her.

'All right, Britt, let's make a deal.'

'What do you mean?'

'You egged me once, now I can egg you three times back.'

'What? That's not even fair.'

'Hey, the world in unfair, deal with it.'

'You can egg me once.'

'Twice.'

'Once.' This once-twice-game went on for a little while, until Santana finally gave in.

'Fine. Once.'

Brittany slowly shifted closer to Santana. Until they were close enough, Brittany's eyes met with Santana's. The intense eye contact was back and their faces were in kissing distance. Santana slowly raised the egg just above Brittany's head.

'Are you ready?'

Santana smirked. She was enjoying this way too much than she should be. Brittany slowly nodded. She took a big swallow and her eyes shifted to the egg that was dangling above her head. She closed her eyes. She heard a loud crack on her head and felt the egg spread over her hair. The cold, thick liquid spread over her blonde hair. It was horrible. She slowly opened her eyes to see that Santana was even closer to her, smirking.

'Revenge is a bitch, isn't it?'

She whispered against Brittany's lips.

'Yes it is.'

Santana suddenly started stroking in Brittany's hair that now was covered in the yellow liquid. Brittany did the same and started stroking Santana's long hair. She first stroked her hair and then traced her jawline. Brittany fell herself sink into those eyes and her eyes flickered quickly to the brunette's lips. Brittany caught Santana also staring at her lips and that confirmed Brittany's earlier thought. Santana wanted to kiss her too, right?

When people stare at your lips they want to kiss you, don't they? Brittany surely hoped that she was right, because the next moment, she leaned in and captured Santana's lips between her own.

Santana gasped as Brittany's tongue ran along her bottom lip. Santana did offer her access, and Brittany's tongue dove into the other girl's mouth. Brittany couldn't control herself and moaned into Santana's mouth. And she hoped that Santana hadn't heard it. Their tongues battled for dominance, but Brittany won this time. Brittany's hands tangled into Santana's hair that now was hard because of the egg. With her other hand, she pushed Santana's hips closer to her. Santana's hands were hanging next to her body, but then she raised one hand and placed it on her back. Just like last time they kissed, all Brittany could feel was Santana. Santana was everywhere and everything.

'Get a room.'

Brittany suddenly heard. She pulled away from Santana as she recognized that it was in fact Kitty who had yelled at them. Brittany immediately flushed, knowing that they had been caught. Kitty entered with Tina behind her.

'I'll kiss my girlfriend when I want, thank you.' Santana spoke.

'Ugh, whatever. What are you guys doing anyway?'

'Baking an apple pie. Do you guys want to help?'

Brittany would rather be alone with Santana, but it felt rude to not ask the girls to join them.

'Sounds cool.' Tina said.

Kitty grunted loud. 'Ew, baking sucks. But there isn't anything better to do at this joint.'

'Where are Mike and Ryder?'

'They're going surfing with Sam. The waves are crazy. I don't even dare to go for a swim right now.' Tina said.

'They'll be fine. They've done enough surfing in their life.'

'Okay, we might want to finish the cake.'

Everybody nodded and they finished the cake. They put it in the oven and Brittany grabbed the bowl. She started licking it out.

'Britt, what do you think you're doing?'

'San, everyone knows that this is the best part of the pie, even better than the pie itself.'

'Really? You could share.'

The both of them ate the dough until their stomach hurt.

'Ugh. That was the worst idea ever, Britt. My stomach hurts so much. I feel like I'm going to throw up.' Santana whined.

The both of them were lying on the sofa. Kitty and Tina were sitting across from them. The girls spend the rest of the day lying on the couch. The both of them had already showered, but so far they hadn't been alone since their kiss. They spend the day eating pie and painting each other nails.

Santana was still flirting with her, but did seem to hold back a little more than usual. Before they realized it, it was already dinnertime. Sam, Ryder and Mike joined them again for dinner. They bought some pizzas and they were sharing. They were hanging out in their house and watching Jersey Shore. Sam tried to imitate Pauly D, and it wasn't a bad imitation.

After the pizza's, the guys decided to play videogames. Brittany was never a big fan of videogames, but Santana did seem to be. She joined the guys for a game of Black Ops II. First, Brittany wasn't paying that much attention to the guys. She was talking with Tina about some old times. But after a while, she got interested to see if Santana was any good at the game.

Apparently Santana wasn't just good, she was amazing. Not only did she have 53 kills and 6 deaths, but also way better than Sam, Ryder and Mike. Sam had been cursing for a while now under his breath, and Santana didn't seem to slow down. Brittany sat behind Santana so that Santana was sitting between her legs. When the game was over, Brittany couldn't hold her curiosity.

'I didn't know you were a gamer.'

Santana flushed. 'I'm not a gamer, I just like games, you know, sometimes, but not that often.'

Mike spoke. 'If you're not a gamer, then I'm not Asian.'

Brittany laughed. It was cute that Santana was ashamed of the fact that she was a gamer.

'You don't have to be embarrassed. Nerds are cool.'

'Nerds are certainly not cool. And I'm not a nerd. I used to play way more than I do right now. Games are just fun okay? And yeah, I'm amazing at them.'

'So what games do you like?'

'Call of Duty is okay, I guess. Skyrim, Battlefield, Mass Effect III. I don't know.'

'You're cute when you're nerdy.'

'I'm not a nerd.' Santana flushed.

'You so are, but it's okay, I like it.' Brittany winked and left Santana alone, since the game was starting again.

Santana and the boys kept gaming until it was eleven-thirty. Everybody was worn out and they decided to call it a night. Brittany was suddenly nervous. It will be the first time that they're back alone since their kiss. All that Brittany wanted to do now was kiss her more and more. Brittany ached for Santana. The brunette was like an itch she just couldn't scratch and whenever she would rub it, the need for her only grew bigger. Santana followed Brittany into the room and all the she wanted to do was turn around, push her against the door and kiss her until they were both out of breath. Santana closed the door behind her and now they were finally alone.

Santana's eyes met with Brittany's. Brittany couldn't hold herself any longer. Ever since their last kiss, all Brittany could think about was Santana's lips. Santana's lips on her own to be precise. She lunged herself at Santana, and closed her eyes. But her lips didn't touch Santana's. She felt a soft hand on her stomach pushing her softly away. She opened her eyes and saw Santana staring at her.

'Brittany, we need to talk.'

Brittany's heart sank to her stomach. This didn't promise anything good.

'What do you mean?' Brittany asked quietly.

'Brittany, I thought you knew the rules.' Santana raised her hands in her hair annoyed.

'What rules? Santana, what are you talking about?'

'What do you think, Brittany? This, I'm talking about all of this.'

Santana was gesturing between the both of them, indicating something.

'I still don't understand.'

Santana started pacing up and down in the room.

'That all of that, all the kissing and flirting wasn't real, it was all an act.'

'But I do understand that.' Brittany tried.

Santana snorted. 'Is that so? Why did you kiss me then? Back when we were baking and now you were going to kiss me again? What is that all about, huh?'

Brittany stared at the ground. Honestly she couldn't even answer this, even if she wanted to.

'I – ' Brittany tried but Santana didn't let her.

'Don't Brittany. I don't want to know. If just know that this needs to end. If you can't separate what happens outside there and behind closed doors, then this can't work out properly.'

'I can separate it.' Brittany whispered.

'Good, because you called me here to get Sam back and now you're trying to kiss me? Seriously, Brittany?' Santana got angrier and angrier by the minute.

'I think you should take a good hard look at your feelings, that's what I'm thinking.' Santana sneered. That comment crossed a line.

'I can handle my own feelings good enough, thank you Santana. I didn't ask your opinion, did I?' Brittany bit back.

'No, you didn't. But if you keep this up, you're never going to get Sam back and isn't that all you want? A happy perfect life with Vagina Lips? Isn't that why you pay me?'

'You don't even know anything about Sam, so shut up, Santana.'

'I know enough. He cheated on you, Brittany. When are you going to see that? He cheated on you and now has a kid with another girl.'

Brittany gasped. Santana's words cut into her like knifes. How did she even know about Sam and the girl?

'Yeah, Quinn told me. I suggest we just keep up what we have been doing for the past couple of days, because I'm telling you, Sam is deadly jealous. So keep your hands to yourself when we're alone. That would make this whole situation a lot more easier.'

'Why do you even care? It didn't seem like you hated the fact that I kissed you?'

'Seriously, Brittany? What did you expect? You're a hot girl, what was I supposed to do? Slap you because you kissed me? I have feelings too, you know?'

'What do you mean by that?' Did Santana just admit that she had feelings for her? Or was she once again picking up on wrong signals? Brittany didn't even know anymore with this girl.

'Just forget that I said anything, okay? Can you do that, or is it too damn hard? Just like you couldn't remember that all the flirting was all just an act? That you thought that you could kiss me whenever you want, whenever it pleases you, your highness? That I was some sick puppet you could use to make your ex jealous and then kiss on the side too?' Santana yelled back, trying to make Brittany forget her last words.

'Isn't that first part your so-called-job? "Helping" people? Am I wrong? You get paid to do this. So in the future, you might want to keep your opinions to yourself, because I don't want to know them.'

'Fine.' Santana bit back and ran away to the bathroom.

And that was the end of their first fight. Brittany climbed in her bed as tears started rolling down her face. The intensity of fights always made her cry and this one wasn't an exception. Brittany fell asleep quickly and she didn't even hear Santana apologizing softly to the blonde.

Did you like it? :)

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