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Brittany heard Kitty scream to some lady about the dresses when she left Santana's changing room. She smirked when Santana's flustered face flashed back into her mind. She loved the control she had over her right now. It was a nice change from the usual control Santana had over her.

Normally it was Brittany who was the flustered one and left turned on, but this time around it was completely different. Okay so maybe Brittany was turned on too, but that's irrelevant. It's was all about making sure her plan went perfectly. So far, it had been working out quite well. In just a day, she left Santana hot, bothered and alone in the changing room.

"Does your dress fit?" Kitty walked over to her, staring intensely up and down her body, checking the dress herself.

"Yes, the size is okay and the dress is really cute too, Kitty. Good choice."

Kitty smiled. "I just hope everybody's fat ass can fit into it. Not everyone can be born with a sexy body like us, Brittany."

"Ain't that the truth." Brittany laughed and Kitty winked at her, and then walked over to the changing rooms.

Brittany turned around and she saw Marley, standing next to Mercedes, in their dresses.

"Looking good ladies." Brittany said.

Mercedes blushed a little, "You don't look half-bad yourself, Brittany."

"Why thank you Mercedes. Okay, so I wanted to ask you something."

"Alright, shoot."

"I'm kind of dying to go to a good party. Do you think we could go out tonight?" Brittany asked.

"Sure. I think there are some clubs in town. We'll ask the group later, okay?"

Brittany nodded. "Great." That was all part of her genius plan. Brittany was a dancer. She danced for many years and she knew that she wasn't bad. Okay, truth be told she was amazing, and dancing at a club was one of her favorite things to do.

Plus with some alcohol in her system she could become really loose, and that was what she needed with Santana. She won't even know what will hit her, Brittany thought as she smirked to herself.

"How do I look?" Santana suddenly said, appearing next to Brittany.

Brittany slowly turned around and her mouth fell open a little bit. Her eyes trailed from Santana's long, tan legs up to the hem of the dark blue dress. Santana wasn't that tall, but her legs could go on for miles.

Brittany's eyes trailed up higher and stopped at Santana's breasts. The dress pushed them up, just enough to make them look perfect, but not too much to make her look slutty.

Brittany's eyes met with Santana, who was smirking at the time, knowing that Brittany was checking her out. She was happy that Santana at least still liked the attention.

"Absolutely gorgeous." Brittany stepped closer and let her pointer finger trail over the side of Santana's dress.

"Well thank you." Santana winked.

Brittany placed her hand on Santana's lower back and she pushed their hips together. They were in public, so Brittany could kiss her, and she really did want to kiss her.

"You're totally welcome." Brittany whispered while she inched closer. She saw Santana's eyes narrow a bit when she understood what Brittany was doing. She was shamelessly using her own rules against her, and she seemed to love doing it.

Santana's eyes closed in defeat, but Brittany could see a small smile playing around her lips, knowing that Santana loved this just as much as she did, even though she wouldn't admit it.

Their lips finally reconnected and a current of electricity travelled through their lips. Brittany could practically feel herself fall into Santana, not caring one bit. The kiss however didn't last long. Santana pulled back before Brittany had even the chance to deepen it.

"You two are just disgustingly cute right now." Marley said and Brittany looped her arm around Santana's waist and pulled her closer.

"Thank you. She's a keeper."

Brittany smiled over at Santana, who was smiling back.

"This dress is so not my color. It makes my nose look bigger." Rachel interrupted their little moment.

"I'm sure her nose can't look any bigger than it is." Santana leaned over to Brittany and whispered in her ear. Brittany snorted.

"What are you two love-birds laughing about? I hope it is about these dresses or the fact that Kitty has forbidden me to sing at her wedding. I mean, what is that about? People would fly over the whole country to see me sing, but she doesn't want it? It's a joke that she doesn't allow me, and I'm doing it for free too, she doesn't even need to pay me. Now I have to find an actual gift. I wanted to give her the gift of song, because that's the best gift -."

"Wow, you never stop talking do you?" Santana interrupted.

"Excuse me?" Rachel gasped.

"Oh you heard me, Tiny Tim. I have had enough of your mouth. Your voice is fucking nails on a chalkboard, seriously. I kept my mouth closed for days thinking 'well she has to shut up sometime right?'. But no, you have no off switch.

You can't seem to shut up to save your life. You ramble on and on about absolutely nothing, and it seems to me that you have zero interest in what any of your friends are talking about. Which is fucked up by the way. And do us all a favor and shut the fuck up about some bitch named Barbara that no one gives two fucks about, or any of the many Broadway legends.

Because frankly, I don't want to hear it. Oh and by the way, you keep saying that you're such an amazing singer, but why haven't I ever heard you sing?"

Rachel looked quietly at the ground but then seemed to find her confidence back.

"Well, I can always give you a little when you want it. That's not a problem whatsoever Santana. You will hear me sing before the wedding, and you will be amazed. Trust and believe that." Rachel turned around and stormed out very angry.

'Who the fuck does she thinks she is questioning my singing ability!' Rachel thought out loud.

Quinn, who was standing next to them suddenly said:

"Well, thank you for that Santana. Now we'll all have a show to watch, and if it's anything like Rachel's other shows, we're going to be listening to her rant about her song choice, then the artist and then maybe if we're lucky, she'll sing a song after a half an hour."

"Stop being so mean to Rachel. She's fragile." Brittany said, angry with Santana. It was one thing that she acted like that against Sam, who shouldn't have kissed her, fake relationship or not, but it was unnecessary of her to act like that to Rachel.

Yes, Rachel had the tendency of being quite annoying, but Brittany had learnt to live with that, and it didn't even bother her that much any more.

She had quite an ego, but she was really good, so that made up for it. Rachel could hit notes Brittany didn't even know existed. She was pretty amazing and Brittany loved to watch her sing.

What she didn't enjoy was all of the time it took for her to get ready. Just as Quinn said, it usually took a half an hour for Rachel to sing one song, and that didn't even include her long ranting and discussing which song she was going to sing. Nobody cares, but Rachel always thinks we do. Whatever makes her happy, Brittany thought.

"Are we going out tonight?" Brittany asked again, now that Rachel joined them again along with Kitty and Tina.

"Where do you want to go out? I don't think there is anywhere around here to go out to, Brittany." Tina said.

"No, there actually is. There's this club in the city, it's only ten minutes away."

"See, so we can go out tonight? Celebrate that everyone is here and that Kitty and Ryder are getting married." Brittany tried. Her motives were a little bit different, but she wasn't going to admit them here.

"Sounds good to me." Quinn said.

"Okay, so it's settled then. Tonight, let's meet at nine at our house."

Everybody seemed to agree and after some hassle with Kitty, they finally left the store. When they arrived back at the houses, Brittany saw Sam walking with Ryder by his side. She really needed to talk to him, but she was afraid that Santana wouldn't let her after what happened just a few days ago. But then again, it didn't seem like Santana was dying to be alone with her after what she herself said. They stepped out of the car and the girls had decided they wanted to go to the beach.

"I'll catch you guys later okay?" Brittany said and before someone could stop her, she walked towards where she saw Sam walking. She saw Sam sitting on a bench next to Ryder.

"Hey guys."

"Hey Brittany." Ryder said.

"Could you maybe give us some privacy, Ryder?" Ryder awkwardly nodded and walked away, looking over his shoulder one more time.

"So how have you been, Sam?"

"Good, I guess. Considering everything that happened with you and Santana and –" he trailed off, not really knowing what to say.

"Yeah, I'm here to apologize. Not for what Santana said, not that you can ever expect an apology from her."

"She did apologize."

Brittany looked over at Sam confused. "What?"

"She apologized to me. This morning. She came up to me and apologized."

"What did she say?"

"I could tell that she isn't the best at apologizing. She kept staring at the ground the whole time. At first she just mumbled sorry. I didn't understand her and then she practically yelled she was sorry. I didn't believe that she was really apologizing. But then she told me you were quite upset with what she said. So she apologized for you. At least that was what she told me."

Wait, so Santana Lopez apologized to Sam for her? That was really cute, considering how stubborn the girl was.

"What else did she say?"

"That she was out of line, but that I was too. And I see that now. I shouldn't have kissed you, Brittany. It was inconsiderate and out of line. I knew you were moving on and dating someone else and for me to kiss you was not cool. So I'm sorry Brittany."

"It's cool."

"No, it wasn't, but thank you for understanding. It just recalled so many memories and I really missed you. I know I screwed up big time, but is there any chance of us ever getting back together?"

Brittany swallowed. "Look Sam, I missed you too. But I don't know. I just don't think we can ever be together again."

Sam looked at his hands, but Brittany could see his sad expression.

"I get it Brittany. It's okay. I screwed up big time."

"Sam, I'm not going to lie, you really did."

Brittany saw tears in the corner of his eyes. He wiped them quickly away, hoping that Brittany wouldn't notice, but she did.

"I just hope we can still be friends, Sam." Okay, that was so cliché, but Brittany really wanted that to happen.

"Sounds good to me, Brittany."

"Cool." Brittany added finally. They sat quietly.

"We're going for a late surf session, so I have to go."

"Okay. Oh, we're going out for a party tonight. Come to our house at nine, okay?"

"Sounds awesome. I'll be there." With that Sam stood up.

"Okay, see you tonight." Brittany simply nodded.

"Good luck with Santana. I really hope she can make you happy."

"Thanks Sam, that means a lot." Brittany said.

With that said Sam walked away from her. Brittany walked to the beach where she saw the all the girls minus Santana and Quinn.

"Where are Santana and Quinn?" Brittany asked Rachel.

"I don't know. They were talking and I think they walked over there." Rachel pointed to the little forest that laid behind the beach, next to their houses. Brittany knew deep down inside she shouldn't spy on them, but her curiosity got the upper hand and she started walking towards the direction that Rachel had pointed out.

"Are you finally going to spill your guts about you and Brittany?" She heard Quinn say. She could see their backs, but she was sure not to go too close, so that she wouldn't get caught. They were still a few meters away, but Brittany didn't want to take any risk.

"There's nothing to talk about Quinn. I seriously don't get why you brought me into this creepy forest. I know you keep saying that you're straight, but this is getting suspicious. You're hot and everything, but the thought of us two is just wrong and gross, so I sincerely hope that's not why you brought me here."

"Gross Santana." She saw Quinn slapping Santana on the arm, and the brunette cursing under her breath.

"But no, I didn't bring you here to molest you or anything of those sorts. I brought you here to talk about Brittany. Because you've been giving me the silent treatment every since you stormed into my room at 2 am. Like seriously, what was that about?

Every time I want to talk about it, you manage to either change the subject or say something so dirty it makes me forget my train of thought."

Oh, so they were really going to talk about her. This could be interesting. Brittany thought.

"Why do you even want to know, Quinn? It's none of your fucking business. Why do you always have to meddle in things that aren't related in any way to you?"

"Call it curiosity, call it genuinely caring about the both of you and not wanting to see either of you two hurt, I don't care. Just tell me what is going on? I could actually help."

"There isn't anything going on between us, okay?"

"Sure. That's true. God, Santana. Why do you still keep on lying to me? I can see right through you, you do know that right? We've known each other for so long. You're really going to try to lie to me?"

"I'm not lying." Santana countered back.

"Just tell me the whole story, Santana. I already know half of it anyways."

"Oh, so you already know that she 'loves' me?" Santana mimicked quotation marks with her fingers.

"Yes?" Quinn asked, wondering what Santana meant with the quotation marks.

"Right, because that makes sense right? We've known each other for what, ten days? That's it. Ten freaking days. She doesn't love me. A person doesn't get to know someone else in ten days and immediately falls in love. Attraction, yes. But not love."

"She seemed very convincing, I don't know Santana. It seems fast for me too."

"She's just projecting."

"What?"

"She's projecting her loss over Sam. She lost a big love in her life. Her fiancé bailed on her. She has all of this love and she has nowhere to go with it. So here I am, the perfect girlfriend, or at least that is how I act around her.

I supposedly give her all of this love, and she just got confused. She's projecting her loss over Sam onto thinking she has fallen in love with me. I'm not denying that she can't like me. I'm not saying that at all, but she doesn't love me."

"I'm projecting WHAT?" Brittany practically screamed. She walked over towards Santana, who was staring wide-eyed at where Brittany just popped out of the bushes.

"Brittany? What the fuck?" Quinn yelled back.

"I'm not talking to you, Quinn. I'm talking to Santana." Brittany gave Quinn a death glare. Hoping she would get the message that she was supposed to leave. She should give the both of them privacy.

"Oh, I'm not leaving. No way. If I'm gone, it'll end up in you two either killing each other or jumping each other's bones and we can't have either of those at the moment, can we?"

Brittany then simply shrugged at Quinn's remark. She didn't seem to be leaving any time soon, so her attention shifted from Quinn to Santana, who still hadn't said a word ever since Brittany jumped out of the bushes.

"Santana? Are you actually going to say something or not?" Brittany spit at Santana. Who was she to talk about her feelings like she knew them. It drove her mad that she was always so damn cocky. Who does that?

"What do you want from me Brittany?" Santana said.

"An explanation on what the fuck you meant by that , would be a great place to start!"

Quinn was still standing there. Looking between Brittany and Santana. Not wanting to miss a minute of the action, and Brittany was getting quite annoyed with her.

"I'm sorry, Brittany. You weren't supposed to hear that." Quinn said honestly.

"Well I did." Brittany said still pissed off.

Santana played with her shirt, refusing to make eye contact with Brittany.

"You think I'm projecting?" Brittany said raising her voice a little bit, which made Santana finally look up at her.

"Yes Brittany you know that's what you're doing. I mean come on. We've known each other for what two weeks? Two weeks, Brittany and you're saying that you're in love with me."

"Yes I am. Why is that so hard for you to believe?"

"You're lying to yourself, Brittany. You don't love me, as you say you do. You're just lonely."

"What? What does that even have to do with me saying that I love you?" Brittany said as Santana began pacing back and forward.

"QUINN! For crying out loud. Get the fuck out of here. This ain't got shit to do with you." Santana yelled at Quinn. She then finally got the hint and walked off.

Brittany glared at Santana, who was still pacing back and forward. even after Quinn left. What was she thinking about? Whatever it was she was in deep thought about it, and it was starting to get on. Brittany's nerves.

"SANTANA! Will you stop pacing? It's getting on my nerves, now tell me what is on your mind."

"Brittany, it freaked me out okay. You saying that you love me, when we've only known each other for two weeks. Then it just so happens that thirty minutes prior to your confession, you were on a date with your ex - fiancé. I mean honestly Brittany do you really not see where I'm coming from with this?"

"I guess it was kind of fast. But like I said, it's not a choice."

"I get that, Brittany, but I still think you're lying to yourself."

"How so?"

"Sam left you the day before your wedding. He's all you've ever known, and you loved him so much that you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him. Suddenly he just left and you were confused, lonely and heartbroken and you had every right to be, but then this wedding happens and you didn't want to be alone when Sam saw you. You want him to think you've moved on, even though you still think about him all the time. Am I right so far?"

Santana had stopped pacing and was now walking towards Brittany. They were still a couple of meters apart. Santana stared into Brittany's eyes. Brittany simply nodded. She was right.

"Then that's where I come into play. As long as I'm around you're not lonely anymore. You know it's not real, but you keep on denying that fact. You pretend that it's real. For the outside world, for Sam and for everyone else it is real. And in the middle of everything it does seem real. You forget that we're just pretending, but it doesn't matter to you, because all the loneliness you felt when Sam left you was gone.

You found a rebound. You found someone to fill the hole in your heart, that emptiness. A person that is sweet to you, cares about you and makes you feel loved again. But deep down you know that it isn't real, but you keep on blocking that fact out. Hoping that if you keep telling yourself that this is real between us that maybe someday it could be.

When I said you were projecting you feeling for Sam onto me, I meant you may like me or care about me, but you don't love me. I was there to fill the void in your heart, so you think you're in love with me, it's the classic hero scenario. Because I've done something nice you, you have feelings for me.

Look I know you were deeply hurt when Sam left you, and since I'm here you thought someone actually seemed to be wanting to be with you, and love you back, but I'm sorry that you misinterpreted what I'm doing as love I'm just doing my job."

Brittany shook her head no. That whole story was way too farfetched to be true or was it?

"I know it might seem complicated, Britt. But do you really think that you're the first person that this has happened too?"

Then there's that feeling again. Brittany's stomach drops. She hates it when Santana makes her feel like she's just a part of this huge pile of people. That the blonde is absolutely no different than all of her other 'clients' that she has had over the years. That Brittany was stupid enough to fall into the same trap other people have been done in the past, falling in love with Santana.

Did she make the same rookie mistake just like everyone else? No she wasn't like everyone else. She loved Santana and Santana loved her back right? All this confusion was making her head hurt at this point.

"You're not the first person to say to me that you're in love with me. It happens all the time. There have been people stalking me after the job was done. I even had to get a restraining order against this crazy ass guy once. I mean, I'm gay so I don't see why he was so confused, that I didn't want him. He knew from the beginning I like only women. I work with men, but I'm not interested in dating them, but whatever that's irrelevant my point is shit like that happen all the time in my line of work.

My job is to make others believe we're in love. As time goes by my clients start to believe our act of love is real. I just hope that we can be professional when we are around other people. My mission still hasn't changed. Let you and Sam get back together. So that maybe you guys can finally have your happily ever after."

Santana averted her eyes and Brittany saw a flash of an emotion she couldn't really place. She didn't know what emotion it was because it all went too fast.

"I'm guessing it's a little too late for that."

Santana turned around and looked Brittany in the eye.

"What do you mean?" She asked nervously.

"I might have told Sam that we we're never going to get back together again." Brittany trailed off.

"What ... Why the hell would you do that for? Our whole reason for being here together was for you to get Sam back." Santana raised her voice.

"I went to apologize to him for what happened after our date. I also wanted to apologize to him for the way that you acted. That was totally rude and inconsiderate by the way. But after everything I knew we were not good for each other.

So I was done with it all. I got my closure, I realized that I couldn't handle all the drama with Sam anymore. Not only did Sam cheat on me, but there's some girl walking around carrying his unborn child. At first it didn't sink in, but now that it has I know this wasn't the life I pictured for myself. I just need a fresh start with someone new, someone who doesn't bring all this drama, and someone who I don't have a history with. I need someone who doesn't know my past and I don't know theirs. That way we can start with a clean slate and as much as I loved Sam, I knew he wasn't the one for me to start over with."

What Brittany said was completely honest and true, every time she saw Sam her heart still ached. But over time it would get better, because deep down in her heart she knew it was the right thing to do. It was finally time she let him go for good, and move on with her life.

"Well that good for you, I'm glad you found some closure with him." Santana said 100% sincere.

"Yeah. Oh, and one other thing. Sam told me you apologized to him too."

"Oh that well you did seem really upset with me for that, so I thought I would apologize, and try and make things right. I might have gone a little overboard there. I just didn't want you to be mad at me anymore. Even though we weren't on speaking terms. In my mind it was just the right thing to do."

"Well, well the Santana Lopez actually apologized what she did and made things right. Well that's certainly something new."

"Well don't get used to it." Santana laughed and Brittany laughed with her. They both turned and walked back toward the beach, where their friends were. Brittany still wasn't totally convinced about the whole projecting thing, but it did seem to make a sense.

For now, all she knew was that she really, really liked Santana and was certainly attracted to her. But, she would hold off on the l-word for now at least. But now Brittany was more determined then ever to make Santana her girlfriend, and she was sure that it would happen.

A/N: I hope this explains why Brittany said 'I love you' so soon. I agree with all of the people who said that in the reviews. I had this chapter in my head when I wrote the last one but I couldn't really spoil it, could I? :) I hope you enjoyed. For comments/things you want to see in the future of this fic be sure to talk to me on my twitter: NayaPLL :) okay bye :)