Thank you guys for reviewing and reading, it means a lot. Did you guys hear about NY's new marriage laws? Awesomeness. I just hope they don't do what California did. Anyways, here is the chapter. It's not too eventful, but I think you'll still like it.

Santana walked into the beach house and smiled. She had only been here once before, but she had missed it. It was like time didn't rush by, but move at the perfect pace. She laid her luggage down on the couch and walked outside. She adored the fact that she could walk out her back door, and be on the beach. She slipped off her shoes and felt the sand between her toes. She could get used to how relaxed she already was.

She decided to go for walk so she changed into some shorts and a tank top. As she was about to walk out the door, she pulled her phone from her pocket and stuffed it in her suitcase. She was glad she wouldn't need it. She walked out the door with a smile.

Brittany was so glad she was at the house. Quinn wasn't living in this one at the moment so it was all hers for the next two weeks. She put her clothes away and changed. She wanted to walk the beach and watch the sunset. New York was pretty, but with all the lights, you couldn't watch the sun rise or set.

As she walked down the beach, she smiled at how much it felt like home. Growing up in California, she was always on the beach. Being at one brought all the good memories from her childhood. She sat down and decided to build a sand castle.

"Aspiring architect or something?" a voice asked, and Brittany jumped at the sudden other person. She looked up anyway, and her breath hitched. Whoever this was, she was gorgeous.

"Most diffidently. For all the little sand people." Brittany responded smiling. Santana was at a loss for words. She'd seen tons of pretty girls, but this girl was the most beautiful hands down.

"I'm Santana." She said still standing.

"Brittany. Wanna help build for the sand people?" Brittany asked hoping she didn't sound too dorky. Santana said down and laughed. Brittany was cute.

"So do you have the pleasure of living here?" she asked.

"No. I'm not made of sand, so I can't." the blonde girl answered back. Brittany had a serious look on her face, making Santana smile at how cute she was.

"In Texas, I mean. Sorry I didn't clarify."

"Oh, no. I wish though. I live in New York. Oh wait… You're a stranger… I didn't say that!" she said covering her mouth with her hand."

"I'm not the bad kind of stranger. In fact, I put the bad kind in prison. I live in Cali." She said smiling at the blonde. She was so innocent, it was endearing.

"You're a cop? I own and teach at my own dance studio. We're in the top five in the whole state." Brittany bragged. She was proud of her little studio. Santana looked impressed too, which was a bonus.

"I'm a lawyer, but that's so cool. I love the arts. I can't dance well though, just sing." Brittany smiled. Since Julliard and not including work, she hadn't met many people that appreciated the arts, especially no one as pretty as Santana.

"It's getting dark." Brittany said hoping Santana didn't hear the fear in her voice. She hated the dark, it was so scary. Santana took the hint and stood up, and Brittany stood with her.

"The sand people thank you." Brittany said smiling.

"Oh you speak their language? Wow, bilingual and good at the arts? That's pretty hot." Santana joked flirtatiously. Brittany laughed and nodded.

"I'll see you around." She said ducking her head, and Santana's heart about melted. Brittany was so adorable.

"See you." She replied and turned to leave. Maybe they would get to see each other again.

As Santana walked back to the house, she couldn't stop smiling. Brittany was adorable and endearing. Yeah, they had just met, but she wasn't a kid anymore. She was allowed to have a tiny crush on a girl she just met. Right? She was confused. No other girl had ever made such an impression on her. She hadn't ever been so drawn to a girl before either.

She stepped into the shower and let the water wash away her confusion. It was okay to have a crush on a cute girl. But what if she didn't see her again? She stepped out the shower and got dressed, then decided to give Noah a call.

"Puckasaurus at your service." He said and she smiled at his dorkyness.

"Hey Noah, guess what?" she said excitedly. She didn't know why bit even thinking about Brittany got her heart beating fast.

"Hm?"

"I met a girl!"

"She at home with you?" he asked pervertedly. Noah would always be a pervert, he always has been.

"No. I don't think she's that type of girl. But she's adorable, dude. I just…. I wanna see her again." She said dreamily, and he noticed.

"San, you be safe and don't give your heart away too fast. Laurens here, I'll talk to you later." He said then hung up. He was a good friend, and San wanted the best for him, but Lauren got on her last nerve. As long as he was happy, she was okay though.

Dinner was a must, but she couldn't order food like she did at home. She remembered she had passed a small café on the way to her house so she walked over there to eat. As she ate, she wished she could cook. She had tried learning when she was younger, but never got the hang of it. After eating and paying, she walked home. She couldn't stop thinking of Brittany. She hadn't been able to stop since they said goodbye. She just hoped she'd get to see her again.

Brittany had beamed her whole way home. Santana was so nice. When she had made the mistake of thinking Santana had asked if she lived in the sand, she apologized for not clarifying. Brittany had yet to meet someone who did that until now. It was amazing.

She got out her iPod and listened to it as she made herself dinner. She was glad she bought groceries before she got to the house. She hated eating out, she was way too picky. Quinn had taught her to cook. Before that, she had thought recipes were confusing. After Quinn explained, she understood them. Now she didn't use them though, she could make some stuff without them.

After she ate she took a shower and laid down. Santana had been on her mind all day. She was so intriguing. She really wanted to see her again, hopefully she would get to. Brittany had a tendency to fall for girls fast, and then get heart broken. She was determined not to fall fast if she saw Santana again. And if she did, maybe Santana wouldn't hurt her. She could only hope….