Disclaimer: I do not own Glee. That would be Fox, Ryan, Brad and Ian. Even if apparently Ryan and Brad never seem to talk to each other regarding season 4 casting.

Chapter 8

Brittany's voice wafted down the hallway from the kitchen and into the bathroom where Santana was washing her face.

"I'm gonna make some tea San, do you want some?" Santana glanced up from the sink towards the door and said "sure Britt" before shutting off the water and turning her attention to her own image in the mirror. Her eyes were still puffy from crying and she noticed that her lips were slightly kiss swollen. She couldn't help but smile at the thought that less than an hour ago she and Brittany had been kissing on a bench in the park. She reached up and touched her lower lip, which was still tingling with what felt like electricity from the intimate contact. She let her mind start to wander with the thought of Brittany's lips against hers, feather light touches that had deepened, intensified. And she started to think about what Brittany had said. That she loved Santana, always had and always would. Santana was so lost in the thought of the kiss, the words that Brittany had used and what all of that meant that she didn't hear Brittany knock lightly on the bathroom door and step in.

"Are you okay Santana? Is everything alright?" Santana turned on her heel with a slightly dreamy look in her eyes and a goofy smile on her lips.

"Everything is fine Britt. I was just a little lost in thought is all." Santana continued to smile at Brittany who broke into her own smile.

"Whatcha thinking about?" Santana stepped forward, a new found confidence in her movements. She placed one hand on Brittany's slim hip and with the other she ran her thumb along Britt's lower lip, eliciting a soft moan from the blonde who closed her eyes at the soft contact.

"I was just thinking about you. About kissing you earlier. About how I want to kiss you right now..." Santana was aware of the desire in her own voice, a desire that she was certain was emanating from Brittany as well. Brittany opened her eyes to look deeply into Santana's and the brunette could see the cloudy desire in the deep blue eyes staring back at her. She leaned forward, as Brittany softly inhaled, determined to capture the blonde's lips with her own. Santana stopped just centimeters from Brittany's lips with a small growl at the sound of Brittany's phone ringing in her back pocket.

"Let it ring, please." Santana practically begged. Britt bit down on her lip with a shrug and pulled out her phone to look at the caller id. Both women said in unison "Quinn." Santana pouted and rolled her eyes at the phone, and their friends terrible timing as Brittany answered the call.

"Hey Quinn, whats up?" Brittany mouthed the word 'sorry' as Santana leaned back against the bathroom counter and crossed her arms in frustration at the interruption. "No, you aren't interrupting anything." Santana glared at the phone and continued to pout. "Um, just let me ask San., hold on" Brittany looked at Santana and pulled the phone away from her ear as she spoke directly to her. "Quinn and Rachel were about to grab some take out and wanted to know if we wanted them to come over and maybe watch a movie, they are buying. Does that sound ok?"

Santana let out a short quiet string of spanish expletives before she said loudly enough for Quinn to hear through the phone, "Sure, that's fine, whatever."

Brittany smiled at Santana and mouthed 'thank you' and moved the phone back to her ear to finish the conversation. "Did you hear that Quinn? Ok cool. Yeah you know what we like. So we will see you in about an hour. Bye." Brittany pulled the phone away with an apologetic look on her face. "Are you mad that they are coming over?"

"No, not mad. Frustrated a little maybe, but not mad. I was just kind of hoping that we could keep talking and stuff." Santana looked down at the floor, suddenly seeming very interested in the linoleum. All of her previous hesitance from before the kiss returning, replacing her brief bout of confidence.

"Well I figure for talking about stuff it might be nice for Quinn and Rachel to help out. Most of the important things that have happened in our lives involves both of them. They were in Glee with us. Graduated with us. They were both in our wedding even." Brittany could tell by the way that Santana had kept her focus on the floor that the talking part wasn't really what was bothering her. "And don't worry, they won't be here all night. We can get back to the other stuff later too." Santana looked up at Brittany who had a huge grin on her face and was wiggling her eyebrows suggestively. Both girls couldn't help but laugh. "Why don't we go watch a little TV until Q and Rache get here, ok?"

"K. Sounds good, my ribs are kinda killing me anyways, maybe I can lay down for a bit on the couch before they get here." Brittany reached out and took Santana's hand and lead them out to the couch. She took a seat at one end and then patted her hand to her thigh, indicating that San should lay her head down on her leg. Santana did as she was told, and laid down with a sigh and made herself comfortable. Santana was silently amazed again at how at ease Brittany could make her. Britt turned on the TV and softly stroked Santana's hair until the brunette's breathing became shallow and even, a quiet sleeping washing over her in just a few minutes. Brittany leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on Santana's bruised temple and whispered "I love you". Santana whimpered softly and nuzzled into the warmth and comfort of Brittany's leg.

Half an hour later Brittany turned her head at the sound of the front door of the apartment opening and Santana grumbled and dug her head into Brittany's leg as Quinn called out. "Hey guys, where are you? I could use a little help with stuff while Rachel parks the car."

"We are in the living room Quinn." Brittany answered as the smaller blonde stuck her head in the dooorway just as Santana sat up on the couch, stretched and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Both Brittany and Santana missed the arched eyebrow and questioning look that Quinn gave them at the slightly compromising position it looked like they were just in.

"Hey Santana, give me a hand in the kitchen will you? And grab the bags that are in the hallway too." Santana grumbled something about 'slave labor' as she got up and followed Quinn into the other room. Quinn sat down several pizza boxes on the kitchen table as Santana walked in with four large shopping bags.

"I thought you guys were coming for dinner, not moving in." Santana lifted the bags in her hands for emphasis and nodded down at them.

"I knew you hadn't been grocery shopping since before you got hurt so Rachel and I picked you up some groceries. Milk, oj, lunch meat. Just some basics. You're welcome." Quinn stuck her tongue out at Santana who rolled her eyes and flashed a smile in Quinn's general direction. "So you too seemed awfully cozy on the couch just now. I didn't interrupt anything did i?" Santana felt her cheeks flush at the question posed by Quinn.

"Not just now you didn't." Santana grumbles, still only half awake from her nap. As soon as Santana finished her sentence she regretted having not just answered no. Quinn raised an eyebrow as she turned to face Santana.

"Good, I could live the rest of my life with out walking in on you two having sex ever again. Wait, what do you mean not just now? When did I interrupt you guys? When I called earlier?" A huge smile appeared on Quinn's face. " Oh. My. God. Were you two? I mean have you two already?"

Santana knew that her cheeks were crimson and she couldn't manage to look Quinn in the eye. "Ok, I have no idea what you are talking about right now Quinn."

"You were totally getting your mack on when I called weren't you? Thats why you sounded so pissed."

"Seriously I have no idea what 'getting my mack on' means. What are you talking about?" Quinn looked at Santana and realized she really didn't know what she meant, so she decided to tak a page out of her girlfriends play book and just be blunt.

"Ok. I will just ask. Have you two already had sex?"

Santana stepped forward and threw her hand over Quinn's mouth with a look on her face that was equal parts terror, horror and embarrassment. She glanced towards the door hoping that Brittany hadn't heard what Quinn had just asked her.

"Keep your voice down Quinn! And gods, no. We haven't... done that yet. We just kissed, in the park earlier. And when you called we were just about to kiss again. I can't believe you asked me that!" Santana's voice was barely above a whisper, but the fear and anger were both apparent in her tone. Quinn grabbed Santana's and and removed it from her mouth and mouthed the word 'ok' before she spoke again, this time her own voice mimicking the volume the latina had used.

"Calm down San. It's not some huge deal. You two are married, and have been sleeping together forever. I just thought that, maybe you had already gotten back to 'that'. You did look awfully comfortable on the couch, with your head in her lap and all."

"I will have you know blondie that I was asleep when you walked in! I can't believe you thought that we were... that we had..." Santana stomped her foot in frustration and glared at Quinn for several seconds, causing Quinn to start laughing. "Hey. Stop laughing at me, it isn't funny." Santana pouting and getting upset only made Quinn laugh harder, forcing her to grab her side to keep from doubling over in pain. After several attempts to get herself under control only to start laughing again Quinn finally managed to stop and catch her breath.

"I'm sorry Santana, but if you knew you, than you would find this all just as funny. You being so embarrassed by the idea of sex with Brittany, it's, well it's cute, but it is soooo not you. If I had a dollar for every time I have walked in on you and Brittany in some compromising situation, or called you two while you were having sex I could retire. I bet this is the longest you to have ever gone without having sex, and I am not counting the part while you were unconscious."

Santana felt like crawling into a whole some place to die of shame. Quinn realized that her friend needed a little reassurance right now so laid her hands on Santana's shoulders and forced her to look into her eyes. Quinn waited until she was sure that Santana was actually listening before she started to talk again.

"Look, I'm sorry. I keep forgetting that this is all new to you. I shouldn't be teasing you about this. I know it is a big deal. A huge step for you, even if it is something that you have done about a million times before. You don't remember it, so I guess it's like your first time. Forgive me for being an insensitive bitch?" Quinn saw a small smile cross onto San's lips as she took a deep breath.

"Fine. I forgive you for being a huge bitch and laughing at me." Quinn stuck her tongue out again and Santana reached forward, pulling the slightly taller girl into a tight hug. Quinn squeaked at the ferocity of the hug, she and Santana had never really been hugging friends, but she decided to go with it. Just then Rachel walked in, and glanced into the kitchen with a very puzzled look on her face. Quinn shrugged and gave her a look that seemed to mean that she would explain later. Rachel nodded her understanding to her girlfriend and then walked out of view, presumably to the living room with Brittany. After a few moments Santana finally let Quinn go.

Quinn chuckled slightly before asking her next question. "So, how was it then? The kiss I mean? By the time I knew that you and Britt were seeing each other back in high school it was kinda late to ask about it. So how was your first kiss?"

Santana stepped back and leaned against the kitchen table, staring off into the distance seemingly lost in thought. She finally looked over at Quinn and a huge smile spread across her face.

"Brittany called it our 'second first kiss'. And it was amazing Quinn. Seriously. It took my breath away. I don't know if first kisses are supposed to be that perfect, but thats what it was. Perfect. I was afraid that I wouldn't feel anything. But it was electric. Like every inch of my body was on fire..." Santana trailed off lost in thought again, a dreamy look on her face.

Quinn smiled at her best friend proudly. "I knew a little thing like losing your memory couldn't keep you two apart for long. And I figure you two falling back in love can only help you get your memory back faster." Quinn say a small flash of something, fear or hope maybe pass over Santana' face when she mentioned love. She decided to drop the topic for now. "Now, lets get this food out to our women before they think we got lost in here. But don't think I am letting you off the hook San. I plan on getting all the details about this kiss out of you later, the how and the when and what you are gonna do about it now." Quinn gave Santana a wink as she grabbed the pizza boxes and headed out the door.

Santana followed with a huge grin on her face, remembering the word that Brittany had used in the park that afternoon and Quinn had just brought up again.

Love. Santana wasn't sure, but she was fairly certain that she loved Brittany Pierce-Lopez.