A/N: hey guys so here's another chapter for you all. For those who asked about the first bet, we're getting there. pretty soon. Then for those who asked if San is still playing with Britt, well, if you really read the story as things went by, San already loves Britt by now, so no, she's totally not playing with her anymore. and I'm also sad to say that I think I only have more or less 5 chapters left for this story... and I hope everything would work out well and I hope you enjoyed this story as it progressed. anyways, here's the new chapter. enjoy!

CHAPTER 15

...Pierce is fierce, y'all!...

"Eat this, Britt," Santana said. She placed the container of Brittany's favorite mixed fruits in caramel dip in front of the blonde.

"Do you want to go out tonight, San? Go to the bar or something?" the blonde asked her. Lately, they frequently go out together and sometimes, they also bring Justin with them. She was supposed to go out with Rachel tonight but the other girl was finishing a feasibility study.

Santana shook her head. "Bar? Could we watch a movie, instead?" Then she popped a breaded shrimp dipped in garlic and oyster sauce into her mouth. The blonde only shook her head no and instead, she fed the brunette with a slice of fruit, which made Brittany jumped slightly when the woman's plump lips touched the tip of her fingers. The Latina only chuckled. "Ah, the science of electricity," she said.

Brittany ignored what the brunette said even though her heart is already crazily and wildly beating inside her chest. "But I want to go to the bar..."

"No. There are a lot of guys - and girls - at the bar, I just might get into a fight agian. I'm starting to change here, Britt," Santana said.

Blue eyes glared at the other woman's direction. "Santana, you're not my girlfriend, so you have no right to tell me what I have to do or not to do." Ugh! 'Cause why don't you just ask me to be officially yours now so that I could give you my sweetest 'yes'. Come on, San.

"Not yet, but it's coming near and it'll be sooner than you know," the brunette said surely, then giving her a wink.

"Dream on, Ms. Playgirl," the blonde said.

"Hey, Miss Pierce. For your information, I alreadt changed."

Well, it's true. ever since they met each other, she hasn't seen the brunette with other guys or girls. Well, except for earlier that day. Hmpf! That president. Then, the irriation she felt earlier cam back. "Then why were you with the president of your student body earlier?" she asked before she could stop herself.

The brunette furrowed her eyebrows and then a grin was slowly forming on her lips upon realiztion. "You sound like a jealous girlfriend, Britt-Britt. I like that." Then the blonde slapped her on the thigh. "Hah! Now I know why! So that's why you were acting like that earlier and you didn't wait for me to eat... You're jealous! Yeeee..." the brunette teased her. And the blonde glared at her, feeling her cheeks flush. "Anyways, I was with her only because she approached me. She wanted me to take over her position, Britt. She said she wanted to focus on the Theater Club. I declined her offer though."

"And why? You are qualified for that position, San," Brittany said.

It was obvious that Santana was happy with what the blonde said based on the way she smiled. "I know my priorities, babe - my friends, my studies, and most especially, you. If I accepted the position, that would lessen the time that I could spend with you and that's the thing that I would never allow to happen, Britt." Then the brown eyes locked with blue ones, showing how seriously Santana meant what she said.

The blonde felt glad about what she heard. The brunette is only giving her more reasons for her to fall for the woman even more. "San, you don't need to -"

"Britt, baby, I know my priorities, okay? That's my decision."

The blonde only smiled. "Okay."

"So, anyways... what's your plan after graduation, Britt-Britt?" Santana asked.

"I might start my own business, perhaps. A dance school or studio... or maybe web-designing business." Brittany took a deep breath. "I need to get busy. My brother will take Justin anytime soon and I don't know if I'm going to live without him," she said, not able to hold back a sob.

The brunette stopped eating and looked at the blonde intently. "Does Justin know about this already?"

"Uh, y-yeah. He's s-sad, but he's excited to be with his dad."

"A-and...?" the brunette asked hesitantly, afraid to hear what the blonde will say next.

"And he asked me to come..." the blonde trailed off.

Santana went pale and felt her stomach drop upon hearing what the other woman said, but she quickly recovered. "S-so, a-are you going with t-them?" she asked, feigning a happy tone in her voice, masking the sadness she felt.

Crystal blue eyes caught dark brown ones. She saw fear and sadness in those brown eyes. She just shrugged, not giving a concrete answer.

"D-do you want to go with them, Britt?" the brunette asked. It really seemed like the Latina won't stop until she gives her an answer.

"N-no."

"Why not, then?"

"I don't know, San. I don't wanna be far from Justin but I don't want to leave the country. My brother's in France." And because I don't want to leave you, San. I don't want to leave you because I love you. I can't affor being far away from you. I just can't.

Santana moved closer to her and wrapped her arms around the blonde. "Britt, everything will be alright. Don't worry, babe, we could visit Justin as often as we could when he's in France already. We can even buy a house there, so -"

"Wait. What are you talking about, San? What 'we'?" the blonde asked. She felt nervous. Did it finally come to the point that the brunette will confess her feelings to her?

The Latina smiled. "Why? Can't you still admit it to yourself that I am your future? Because me, I'm pretty damn sure that you'll be my wife, Britt."

Her eyes went wide and playfully slapped the Latina on the arm. Well, duh, even though her heart is jumping and celebrating for joy, and she feels all tingly and giddy inside, she'll play hard-to-get first. "Don't dream with your eyes wide open, Lopez," she said but not holding back the smile forming on her lips. And speaking of future, she already sees herself in the future, having the brunette with her.

The brunette caught her hand while chuckling and holding it in hers, interwining their fingers together. She leaned closer, placing her lips dangerously near the blonde's ear. "Soon, you will be Mrs. Brittany S. Pierce-Lopez... my wife," she whispered.

She suddenly turned on her side that's why their faces are almost a hair strand away. Then it seemed like the time stopped, and everything and everyone stopped moving around them. She wasn't able to move when Santana rested her forehead against pale ones. The blonde quicly recovered and moved her face away. It feels like she's going to lose all the air in her lungs because she didn't notice that she's been holding her breath for that long. "Uh... I-I, uhm, I have to go ahead, San," she said then quickly moved away from the brunette. She didn't understand herself why she just suddenly felt nervous that's why her initial reaction was to walk away.

Ugh! You're so stupid, Brittany. What the hell? You really are stupid. stupid. stupid. She scolded herself. Why did you walk away? Ugh.

She walked towards her Chevy and quickly drove off. She'll deal with this tomorrow and she'll make sure that they'll have this settled tomorrow.