A/N: okay, so this is a short one, and I'm sorry for that. I had to do something so I decided to just post it now. well, the chapter's ending seems to be decent enough to be considered as an end for a chapter. I'll make it up to you guys on the next chapter. and I hope I could put that one up as soon as I can. Anyways, enjoy! Feel free to review, follow or fave. And for those who reviewed, faved and followed... again, thank you very much!

CHAPTER 11

...She breathed out a heavy sigh before taking of her jacket and walked closer towards her blonde...

Brittany was startled when she felt a jacket being placed on her shoulder. She turned her head and glared at Santana when she saw the woman standing beside her. Aren't you at least going to thank me, Britt?" the brunette asked while furrowing her brows.

"Oh, thank you! You almost killed the man, Santana," the blonde retorted sarcastically. She doesn't like the thought of someone being killed because of her.

The brunette sighed. "I don't want to see you wearing those clothes out in the public like this. It's too attractive to the eye of others," she said, taking notice of the blonde's attire. Unless if you're with me, but still, it's only me who should see that.

When did this woman have the right to comment on the way I dress? The way she acts. it's as if she has the right to her. But well, if she must admit, she feels really giddy with the way the brunette is acting right now. "Oh, this? I love it!" she said while she removed the brunette's black leather jacket and made a 360-degree turn in front of her as if she's even showing it off and just to annoy the brunette.

"Briiiiitt! the other woman scolded but sounded like a whine.

"What? Don't you think I'm lovely?" the blonde said and smiled at her seductively.

The brunette swallowed the lump that was in her throat and id didn't go unnoticed by the blonde. "You look very lovely, Britt," she answered. The blonde felt like she's going to melt with the way Santana looked at her. "And that's the problem, Britt-Britt. Don't you notice the way those people llok at you?" she asked, jealousy could totally be heard in her voice. "Now, wear my jacket again."

Brittany glared at her. "No! I don't want to wear that jacket. You also gave that jacket to that cheerleader, right? So, no. I will not wear that. And don't you deny that to me. I saw the two of you while -" she stopped herself from talking when she noticed where this was going. Ugh. WORD VOMIT. But it's already too late, a wide grin is already forming on those red plump lips. "What's so funny?" she asked while frowning.

The brunette just shook her head. "I'm just happy. Knowing that you also notice me before. I didn't know that," she teased. "And to set the record straight, I just lend that jacket because of the wardrobe malfunction of the cheerleader. But if you want me to throw this a way, that's not a prblem, Britt."

She felt her cheeks flushed upon hearing what the brunette said.

"Come, let's buy clothes for you to change to. The mall's just close somewhere there," Santana said.

"No, there's no need. I didn't bring any extra money with me," she said. But well, it's not actually that true since she always makes sure that she brings money with her in her bag.

"Then I'll pay," the brunette said as if it's a simple thing to do.

"I don't really let other people pay for my food and for my things."

The Latina groaned in frustration. "Ugh! For pete's sake. Here we go again. Britt, when will you ever let me in? When will you ever give me the chance to be a part of your life, huh, Brittany?"

She saw sadness in those mocha eyes and in her pleading tone, it seems like she's really sad about it. "If only I'll see you to be deserving enough to be a part of my life, San," she said in a soft voice. She turned her back and started to walk away.

"Brittany!" the brunette called out.

The blonde stopped and turned to face the brunette but she stayed where she's at. "You called me 'San'?" she asked disbelievingly.

"You don't want me to?" she answered her with a question while smiling at the brunette. I was a genuine smile, the one coming from the heart; a way of thanking the brunette for saving her from the man earlier. She didn't wait for the brunette's answer, turning her back and started to look for Justin and Lucy. They were still at the lake when she saw them. She chose to go to her car and get their things. She didn't see the man anymore, probably someone pulled him out of the place or he just decided to leave. But she knows that Santana Lopez already did something about it. She was busy arranging and fixing their things when the Latina approached her. She set down a tupperwear full of food. The blonde looked at her with furrowed brows. But Santana raised her hands in defense.

"I know what you're thinking. And no, I didn't buy it. It's home-cooked," she explained. The blonde can't help but chuckle and find the look on the brunette's face amusing. She really looked cute if she has that expression on her face.

"You're already gravely stepping on my pride," the brunette said and continued her sentiments, red lips pouting a bit and brows are furrowed.

The blonde's chuckle turned into a full-out laugh. She really find it cute when the brunette's being like that. "Oh, stop it, Santana Marie Lopez. You'll give your co-workers a hard time when you'll become an actress, you don't have a future in showbiz, dear," the blonde teased.

"Woah!" the brunette moved closer, cheeky grin plastered on her face. "Earlie, you called me 'San', and now, you're already calling me 'dear.' I really am your type, am i not? Admit it, Britt-Britt," the other woman teased.

She felt her cheeks turning red and hot. "Hey, it was just a slip of the tongue," she said and glared at the brunette. But why does it seem so natural when it came out of her mouth? It's because you already love her, Brittany. And no, stop denying that. It's a fact. So just admit it, you.

"Nuh-uh. You can't get it back. You already said that," the brunette said. She was slowly closing the distance between their faces. The blonde could almost smell her fresh menthol breath.

She awkwardly but softly pushed the brunette away and stood up abruptly. "Uhm. I-I'll go call Justin and Lucy," she said to avoid Santana. But she didn't even took a step when she heard Justin's voice.

"Hi, Aunty Sanny!"