A/N- my part time job was made full time so i have been getting home around half 7 at night and up at 6am. so very tired hence the lag in updates. So thanks anyone for sticking with this story, i really appreciate you guys. Thanks.

Also i promise the intro of this chapter has meaning in the next one. :)

thanks again.

She observes, she does so very well. Mannerisms, gestures, she notices them and picks up on them. Making it almost impossible to lie to her.

However, she has to admit things have gotten to the point to where she is completely oblivious. She can't blame Brittany, only herself. She likes being so lost when it comes to Brittany. Lost in her feelings. Lost in accepting everything. Lost in love. Nothing came sweeter than that.

She was the sunrise against every shore. A whimsical laugh with every breeze. A tender touch in every uncertain night. Yes Brittany was everything and more. Santana knew she was lucky, knew that every moment spent with Britt was a moment savoured. And she savoured.

She savoured the first time they kissed. How Brittany didn't want to play games. How every morsel of her being needed to be touched by Brittany. How her need and want was denied by Brittany's own greed and lust.

"Can you be quiet now? I really just want…"

That's all that was said, nine words. Nine words that changed everything. Bodies flushed against each other. A single hand trembling for that first encounter, settling for waist. Breathing deep leaning forward, forehead to forehead. Both completely unaware that everything they ever wanted was an intimate contact away.

"San, If I don't kiss you I might burst into a rainbow. I heard that's where rainbows come from."

She wants to laugh, so she does. She laughs into an earth shattering kiss. An equilibrium altering kiss. She is aware that everything has stopped. Time has merely paused, allowing for their sweet exchanges of first.

"…That was worth the build up."

It's said so matter of fact, with purpose. As if it was her cause of being. Kiss Santana.

Sam loved to perform, to allow himself to be lost in the music. That wasn't the case when it came to rehearsing Brittany's love song. Instead, Rachel took over. She wanted everything meticulous. Sam had never seen the tips of his fingers bleed. That is until that sunday morning. Blood always caused an Evans to faint, but he didn't have that option.

He couldn't focus on the blood.

All he had to keep him focused was the fear of Rachel shouting at him again.

They used their fake IDs to go to a club a few miles out of town. While they didn't meet any girls, besides a few dancing partners throughout the night, it did manage to put a smile on Pucks face. Not the forced kind, but a genuine one. No one had seen that smile in a while.

"So, why all the moping around?" gets slurred as they are tossed within the back seat of the taxi.

"Girls man. Girls"

When Quinn had her melt down the night of the party Puck had managed to throw a few words together while she cried on his shoulders.

It's fine.

You'll be okay.

General concern.

Sam was more adapt to having heart to hearts with girls, having spent so much time with his younger sister, but yet he still had his flaws. So they weren't really much for sentimental talks, especially not with each other. The only chance they would have a somewhat deep conversation was while they were drunk.

"Yeah, i know what you mean. Can't live with them, can't live without them," his cheesy attempt to lighten the mood caused everyone in the cab to laugh, including the driver, "you just have to pick up the pieces and try your best to put yourself back together."

"Easier said than done,"

"True. But you need to try, cause i can't be doing this on a regular basis."

"For you i will," he mockingly holds his hands to his heart, "misters before sisters,"

"More like my liver needs a break."

Small laughter erupts from all three men, followed by silence. The driver can't help but peer into the back seat and notice both of them sleeping. If he where corrupt man he would run the meter. He doesn't.

Brittany like Sam wanted as little rehearsal as possible, she felt she did her best performances when she had room to improvise, but it became apparent very quickly, that that wouldn't be the case. Rachel was a perfectionist. She demanded the group be perfect.

"Kind of explains why she went for you," she whispers to Belle from where they were seated, as they watched Rachel chastise Sam, yet again, for his tempo being off.

"What's that?" she asks confused her eyes still trained on the tiny girl who has Sam's ears talked off,

"Rachel likes perfection. That's why she choose you. You're perfect. Well to Rachel anyway. You're not really my type. Although we should make out some time, i only have a few people left on my list. Oh and do you mind if i where to kiss Rachel?"

She reluctantly pulls her stare from Rachel to the cheerio beside her, a look of complete bewilderment etched on her face.

"You look surprised. Was it because of what i said?"

"Perfect? She thinks i'm..." she can't finish the sentence. She's far from perfect. When she was ten she took fifty dollars from the corner store, simply because she could. At twelve she broke a girl's nose for stealing her favourite pen. And just over three weeks ago she beat two boys to a pulp. Fine two boys that deserved so much more, but these all proved she was less than perfect.

"I've a, i'm going to go. Can you tell Rachel i'm sorry."

Her exit from the auditorium is silent and cat like, she stops momentarily at the door giving one last glance to Rachel before slipping into the hallway and running out into the car park. Her car sits where it does every day, the fifth row and second space in. It was the closest one she could get so late into the year, and it would allow for her to have a quick getaway if they ever were discovered. Right now however, it was serving as the perfect getaway for a different reason.

The agreement was to eat lunch at four pm. That was subsequently cancelled by Rachel who was adamant they met at three instead.

"More time to rehearse," she claimed. She wanted harmonies. An ambiance of vocals, a perfect collaboration. What she got was an uncoordinated Brittany who wanted to "feel the moves," a hungover Sam and a missing Quinn.

"What do you mean she left? When? Why?"

"I'm not really sure, some time when you where shouting at Sam and then I asked could I kiss you and then,"

"You what? Why would you ask that?"

"I've kissed nearly everyone that I can kiss. Actually, Sam come here!" She runs off leaving a confused Rachel in her wake.

She's been waiting in the car park for almost an two hours. Brittany was supposed to be finished ages ago, and they were supposed to drive to some secluded back road and make as much noise as they could. Santana was whipped, but she was also impatient. It wasn't her strong suit, being a bitch however was. So hours having passed caused her to storm from her car and go and find Brittany.

Plant a kiss just below her left ear, beg her to leave. Yes she knew Brittany's weak spots, and used them on occasion for her own advantage. She made it to the school doors just as a blonde mess flung the doors open, catching a determined Santana off guard, throwing her off balance and crashing to the floor.

The first time these two girls clashed there was a very tall, very blonde doe eyed boy there to step in. This time, there wasn't.