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Chapter 5

"You guys had better be decent" Quinn's voice rang out from somewhere near the front door.

Santana felt the flush rise to her cheeks again, and she wondered for a few seconds if anybody had ever died from blushing to much. She decided to think about that and what had just happened between her and Brittany later. She got up and followed Brittany out of the bedroom and towards the voices down the hallway.

"Hey guys. I was just helping San put her hair up. How was work Quinn?" Santana mentally thanked Brittany for ignoring Quinn's comment about them being decent.

"It was fine. Dull but fine. We can't stay long, Rachel has to get to rehearsal in just a bit. So how are things going for you two? Is she getting settled?" Quinn asked with a tone of concern.

Before Brittany could answer Santana walked into the living room, placing her hand lightly on the blondes shoulder on her way past the chair she as sitting in. "She's getting as settled as she can." Santana said with a smirk as she crossed to a large arm chair and sat down, throwing her legs over the arm.

Quinn cocked a perfectly sculpted eyebrow at the latina. "Cute San. So do you remember anything yet?"

Santana flashed a cocky grin before adopting a slightly more serious look. "I am awfully cute aren't I? And nope I got nothing still."

"Well I'm glad to see that your ego wasn't hurt in the fall."

"Must be why you all love me." Quinn tried and failed to keep from laughing as Rachel walked into the living room carrying a mug full of some sort of hot beverage. Santana figured it must be tea or something for her voice. Rachel sat the glass on the coffee table and grabbed Quinn's hand gently, pulling her girlfriend down to sit on the couch with her. Quinn obliged her girlfriend and sat down leaning into Rachel as the brunette began to talk.

"So what are your plans for now? I mean with things like work and sleeping arrangements and so forth? I can only assume that this situation is exceedingly awkward for both of you. The idea of sharing a living space, let alone a bed with a virtual stranger must be daunting to say the least." Quinn covered her face in embarrassment and shook her head at her girlfriend's blunt statement. Santana dropped her eyes and blushed for what felt like the hundredth time. And Brittany just shrugged and shifted her feet uncomfortably before she spoke.

"Well it's not really awkward for me. But i guess it must be for you San. I hadn't really thought about it."

Santana looked up at each of the women in the room sheepishly, her eyes finally settling on Brittany who looked deep in thought. Santana took a deep breath trying to come up with something, anything to say. "Ummm, yeah..." She mumbled.

Rachel spoke again, aware of the uncomfortable vibe that had settled between the four women. "I'm sorry. Perhaps I shouldn't have brought it up. It certainly isn't my place to get in the middle of your domestic situation. I'm sorry Brittany, Santana." Rachel made eye contact with both women to ensure that her words were taken to heart, truly looking apologetic.

"Well kinda late for that. But whatever. And not that it is really any of your business, but I was figuring that for now one of us will take the couch." Santana braved another look at Brittany whose shoulders had visibly dropped and looked on the verge of tears at her suggestion. "Just for a few days Brittany. Just until, you know, we get to know each other. Or i mean I get to know you..." Santana trailed off in her rambling, afraid that she was making the situation worse with each word.

"Oh, yeah. Of course that makes sense Santana. I just hadn't really thought about it is all. I'll take the couch for a few nights. Since your ribs are hurt I am sure the bed will be more comfy for you. And Lord Tubbington won't mind if I take the couch." Britt's voice sounded strained and slightly distant.

Santana looked from Brittany to Quinn looking for some help. She then shifted her gaze to Rachel, who she gave what she hoped was a convincing glare of death. It seemed to have the proper affect at least on Quinn who elbowed her girlfriend in the ribs. Rachel jumped slightly before chiming in cheerfully. "I'm sure it will be just a few days. Hopefully Santana, you will get your memory back and then everything will be back to normal in no time."

"Right Britt." Quinn added. "A couple days and I am sure things will be fine." Santana wasn't sure that either Quinn or Rachel really believed what they were saying, but it seemed to have the desired effect on Brittany who looked slightly less worried. Quinn turned to Rachel and added, "We should get going babe, we don't want you to be late for rehearsal." Both Quinn and Rachel looked to Santana who nodded that it was a good time for them to leave.

"I should probably try to get some sleep anyways." Santana said, relieved that Rachel couldn't make things any more uncomfortable, but nervous to be alone with Brittany.

Rachel and Quinn both quickly got up and said their goodbyes. They both gave Brittany a hug and let themselves out, leaving the two women alone in the quiet apartment. Several moments passed before Santana decided to break the silence. She took a deep breath and let out a loud sigh before she spoke softly.

"Are you mad at me Brittany? About the couch thing? Or anything else?"

Britt bit her lower lip, a nervous tick that already made Santana's pulse quicken slightly.

"No San, I'm not mad at you about the couch. I just didn't really think about how hard this is all going to be on you. But I can't be mad at you. You didn't do anything wrong, besides getting hurt. And that wasn't your fault. And I can't be mad at you, I love you..." As she trailed off a silent tear ran down Britt's cheek. Santana quickly got up and crossed the room, crouching down in front of Brittany. She smiled softly and ran her hand gently over Britt's cheek, wiping away her tears with the pad of her thumb. Blue eyes slowly met rich brown as Santana continued to smile.

"I know you love me Brittany. And I can tell that I am the luckiest woman in the world because you love me. And I would be crazy if I don't love you too, I just don't remember it yet. Just give me a couple days to adjust ok? I'm sure that Quinn and Rachel are right. Things will work out, I promise. Ok?" Santana wasn't sure how she knew that it was going to be okay, but she knew that she believed her own words and hoped Brittany did too. Brittany nodded her head softly to show that she understood. "I just need you to be patient with me. I am scared. And I am guessing that is not something either of us is used to. And if I don't get my memory back I don't want to rush this, it may take time to get back to where we were. Does that make sense?"

Brittany smiled and leaned her head forward to rest her forehead against Santana's. "I get it. Even with a broken brain you are still smarter than me. Just tell me what you need, k? And tell me if I move to fast okay?"

"It's a deal Britt." Brittany leaned back and smiled at Santana with a slightly mischievious grin on her face.

"Ok... So I guess that means no more kissing for awhile then?"

Santana laughed. "I was wondering if we were going to talk about that. I think its better if we hold off on that for a bit. Not that I don't want to, because I do. But lets just take it slow ok?" Brittany nodded and smiled shyly. "Good, now that that is settled, why don't we order some take out and you give me the grand tour of our apartment?"

While they waited for their chinese food to arrive Brittany showed Santana around their apartment. Britt told her that it was the first apartment that they had rented when they got to NYC. The plan had been to move into something bigger after they got married, but by then it had felt to much like home for them to consider moving. They started their mini tour in the kitchen. As it turns out most of the cooking supplies did in fact belong to Santana. She loved to cook all kinds of food apparently and when ever she had a night off she tried to make dinner for them both.

After the kitchen Britt took Santana back into the living room and showed her a bunch of framed photos that were on the walls. Most of them contained Santana and Brittany and quite a few also had Quinn and Rachel. There were pictures of San and Britt along with Quinn in their cheerleading uniforms. And others of all four girls in matching costumes from various glee club performances. Brittany promised to dig out some of the dvd's that had both cheer and glee performances on them. Santana wasn't so sure she wanted to see them, but Britt was so excited that she couldn't bring herself to tell the girl not to bother. Before they got a chance to look around the bedroom the door bell rag, signaling that their dinner had arrived.

They settled into the kitchen and ate mostly in silence, neither really feeling the need to talk. As she was finishing last egg roll Santana found herself yawning, she glanced to the clock on the stove and saw that it was already almost 11pm.

Santana stood up and stretched her arms over her head, forgeting about her ribs, and let out a small grunt of displeasure as she grimaced at the pain. "Damn, got to remember that those hurt. I think I should head for bed Britt. I am starting to fall asleep here at the table. Are you sure you are okay with taking the couch? I will totally take if if you want."

"You are the one with the hurt ribs." Brittany lightly poked at the injured area, earning her a small frown from Santana. "I will be fine on the couch. Do you need anything before bed?"

Santana thought about it for a few seconds before answering. "I can't think of anything. But Britt, thank you."

Brittany locked her blue eyes onto Santana's chocolate ones with a small amount of confusion on her face. "What are you thanking me for Santana?"

The latina shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know. For being so amazing. You are handling all of this really well. And you are doing a great job of putting up with me, and taking care of me. And for loving me. So thanks." Santana wasn't sure why, but she felt like she might cry as she finished her sentence and felt herself unable to look at Britt, finding an interesting spot on the table to stare at.

"Hey. Look at me Santana, more importantly look at your right hand." Santana did as she was told and caught sight of the thin silver band on her ring finger. She hadn't really payed much attention to it until just now, but realized what it meant. It was her wedding ring. "Do you know what that is? It is a symbol that means that I will love you and be by your side no matter what. Even if you don't remember that that is what it is there for. Got it?" Santana felt a tear run down her cheek and nodded her understanding. Brittany stood up and wrapped her arms around her wife's waist and pulled her into a gentle embrace, and spoke softly into her hair. "Good. Now go to bed San. You have your first therapy session tomorrow. I love you." They both let the hug linger for a few seconds, neither quite ready to let it end. Santana finally stepped back, and wiped a few stray tears from her cheeks. She leaned up and placed a soft kiss on Brittany's forehead and turned and headed down the hallway to get some sleep.