Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. If I did every episode would include at least one song being sung by Santana while Brittany danced to it.

Chapter 6

Santana was aware before she even opened her eyes that she wasn't alone in bed. She rolled over onto her side as she opened her eyes and couldn't help but smile. At some point in the night Brittany had managed to crawl into bed without waking the latina. Santana considered for moment letting the blonde sleep for awhile longer, but she glanced at the bedside clock and saw that it was nearly time for her to get up to go to her first therapy session. She couldn't resist brushing back a few strands of hair from the sleeping girls face. She was amazed at how beautiful the blonde was, even when asleep.

"Brittany..." Santana laughed softly as Brittany snuggled deeper into the comforter. "Brittany..." Santana said a little more forcefully. This time Britt whimpered and slowly opened her blue eyes to find a very amused Santana looking over at her.

"Hi." was all a very sheepish looking Brittany managed to squeak out, a blush quickly spreading over her cheeks as she dug her face back into the pillow.

"I thought you were going to sleep on the couch Britt." Santana tried to hide her smile but she knew she was failing miserably.

"I am so super sorry San. I couldn't sleep and I thought that I would wake up before you get up and sneak back to the couch..." Santana couldn't hold back her laughter any longer.

"It's okay Britt. I think the bed is plenty big enough for the both of us. What say tonight you just start in here with me, as long as you promise to stay on your side of the bed." Britt smiled widely and held out her pinky, which Santana took with a slightly confused look.

"Pinky promise to stay on my side of the bed!"

"Good. Now that we have that settled, are you going to come with me to this stupid therapy session today?"

"Sure. I got somebody to cover the rest of my classes this week so I can totally go with you." Santana's facial expression changed quickly from a big smile to a look a confusion, causing Brittany to look concerned as well.

"Gods, I just realized something. I know that I'm a cop, but I have no clue what you do for a living Britt."

Now it was Brittany's turn to laugh. "Well I guess we kinda haven't really gotten much of a chance to talk about stuff like that have we? I teach dance mostly. And I have done some choreography for a couple shows both on and off Broadway. I actually even did the choreography for one of the shows that Rachel won a Tony for." Brittany smiled proudly at her brief resume.

"Wow. A dancer huh. That explains your amazing body." Santana thought before realizing that she had actually said it aloud. She felt her face begin to flush a bright scarlet as Brittany grinned at her.

"Thanks San. And your body is pretty awesome too by the way."

Santana rolled onto her back, let out a groan and covered her face with her arm as she mumbled. "Right, well before I die of embarrassment, I am gonna go jump in the shower so that I am not late to my appointment." With that she sat up, swung her legs over the side of the bed and glanced back at Brittany who had an amused look on her face.

"Ok. Well try not to die, since I just got you back... well mostly back anyways." Brittany said with a shrug. "So your clothes are in the top two drawers, underwear and stuff I mean. And almost everything on the left side of the closet is yours. If you need a hand with anything just yell for me, I am gonna go make some coffee for the road and then I will jump in the shower after you."

Ten minutes later found Santana standing in their large walk in closet, sliding on a pair of black skinny jeans and a black short sleeve button up shirt. Just after sliding her arms into the shirt and before she got a chance to button it Brittany walked into the closet clad in just a towel. Santana let out a small squeak and pulled her shirt closed, trying in vain to cover her mostly bare torso. Brittany couldn't help but laugh at Santana's new found modesty.

"If there is one thing in my life I thought I would never see it was a shy Santana Lopez. I have seen you naked before Santana, like alot. We've been sleeping together since we were teenagers. But if it makes you feel better I can let you finish..."

Santana shook her head and took a deep breath, trying not to stare at Brittany wrapped in only a towel. "Ummm, no it's fine. I am done in here anyways. Closet is all yours." Santana slid past Britt as she tried rather unsuccessfully to button her shirt. She gulped deeply but managed to steel herself and keep from turning to look when she heard Brittany's towel hit the closet floor, no doubt leaving the tall dancers body naked and in full view. Santana was fairly sure that is she turned around she would either die of sheer embarrassment or spontaneously combust.

She said slightly louder than she meant to on her way out of the bedroom, "I'll meet you in the kitchen when you are ready to go Brittany." As she entered the kitchen she felt like shoving her head or perhaps other parts of her anatomy farther south into the freezer to cool down. She settled instead on grabbing two bottles of water, one for herself and the other for Britt for the trip to the clinic. Several minutes later, as Santana was taking a sip of her water Brittany walked into the kitchen, causing the latina to nearly spit her water out. Brittany was wearing more that just the towel that she had been covered by in the bedroom, but just barely. She wore a blue tanktop that accentuated her stunningly azure eyes. And a pair of very short shorts that showed off her long toned legs.

Brittany noticed Santana checking her out and smiled. "When you're done mentally undressing me we can go Santana." With that Britt winked, grabbed a water from Santana and left the brunette opening and closing her mouth like a guppy as she struggled to come up with something to say. Santana heard the front door open and Brittany's clearly amused voice. "Come on S, hurry up or we are going to be late."

Santana was walking so fast down the block that she almost knocked over several unfortunate people who dared be in the way of her one woman tidal wave. "Dios mio, what a damned waste of time. How in the hell was that supposed to help? If I was paying for that crap I would ask for my money back. No way in hell am I going back. I am already missing 23 years of my life, I don't need to lose more of it in one hour increments."

Brittany had been trailing behind Santana for two blocks before she finally spoke up, causing Santana to stop walking and take a deep breath. "Come on San. It couldn't have been that bad could it? What did you talk about?"

"Not that bad? Lets see, my 'therapist', '' Santana used massive air quotes around the word therapist, "spent the first 10 minutes reviewing her personal resume. I think she may be more in love with herself than Rachel if such a thing is even possible. Then we spent the next 15 minutes recapping my life, all like 36 hours of it that I can remember. And then she asked me about my feelings, which boiled down to anger and took about 10 seconds to discuss. So that left us over a half an hour for her to ask me a bunch of increasingly dumb questions about myself, none of which I could answer by the way, because she apparently didn't get the memo that I don't fucking remember anything. Which is why I am here. 'Do you remember the accident?' No. 'Your job?' Nope. 'School?' No. 'Friends?' No. No. No. Hell I even tried answering in spanish, no recuerdo nada, but that didn't help. Seriously Britt I am not fucking going back."

Brittany looked clearly upset after Santana finished her mini melt down.

"I'm sorry Britt, I'm not yelling at you, I just needed to vent. I just don't see how somebody who has never met me is going to help me remember my life, thats all..." She trailed off, afraid that she had worried that she had truly upset Brittany, or even scared her with her anger. In all honesty Santana was a bit scared of her own anger but was relieved to see Brittany's expression relax slightly.

"It's okay, I know you aren't mad at me, just frustrated. You don't have to see that therapist again. We can call your doctor tomorrow and find you somebody else. Your doctor thinks it will help. Besides before you can return to the force, even if you hadn't lost your memory, you have to see a shrink for a few sessions. Just promise you will try again? Please, for me at least?"

Santana could feel her heart melting at the pleading, almost puppy dog look on Brittany's face. She sighed deeply and smiled softly. "We can try another shrink. I still don't see how somebody who doesn't know me can help me get my memory back, but I will try. Ok? I promise I will try." Britt threw her arms around Santana and gave her a huge hug, and whispered in her ear a soft thank you. The blonde let go after a few seconds and took a step back. Santana ran a hand through her hair and smiled.

"Sorry to get so upset, it just felt like such a waste of time. And I am already missing out on so much of my life. On us..." she trailed off and stared down at the pavement for a few seconds before glancing up and into Brittany's blue eyes. "Do you think maybe it would help for us to just talk? I mean who better to tell me all about me. My life. And us, our life..."

"That sounds like a great idea to me. Why don't we grab some coffee and just go sit someplace and talk. Does that sound good?"

"It sounds perfect."

Brittany reached down and linked her pinky finger with Santana and they resumed walking. Santana glanced down at their hands, thinking that the pinky holding was a little odd, but that it somehow felt right too.