After the little incident at The Beanstalk, Quinn kept bugging her to tell the whole story. Brittany still hasn't said anything to her best friend because she was still thinking about the Latina she saw earlier.

They were now back at Brittany's apartment. When she got home, she realized that she didn't bring her phone with her. She went inside her bedroom so she could check her phone for messages. When she opened it, there was one new message from Santana.

She read the text. Hey Brittany! I just want to remind you that I still owe you. Just text me when you're free, okay? ;) –S

When she read the text, she couldn't help thinking that the Latina just might be into her. The thought made the blonde smile. She quickly typed out a reply.

Hey Santana! Good thing you haven't forgotten. ;) I'm free on Saturday. How's that sound?- B

"What's taking Britt so long?" Quinn asked into the atmosphere and then decided to enter Brittany's bedroom.

She didn't bother knocking on her door. When she opened the door, the sight of Brittany clutching her phone to her chest and laying on her bed made Quinn curious. She slowly walked to her bestfriend's bed. Brittany didn't even realize that her bestfriend was inside the room until she felt a dip on her bed. She didn't bother looking to see who it was, instead she closed her eyes and feigned sleep. Brittany didn't want to talk about it with her bestfriend yet because she wasn't sure what was going on still. Though the blonde seemed like she was asleep, Quinn sensed that she was just faking. Quinn jumped on the girl and started to tickle Brittany's sides. This made the blonde jump and start laughing.

"Quinn! Quinn! Stop it! I'm tired. Can't you see that I was sleeping?" Brittany joked with her.

"Oh. You were sleeping… LIAR! You were totally faking it." Quinn told her playfully.

The two girls laughed and when their laughter died, Quinn eyed her curiously and when she was opening her mouth to say something Brittany interrupted her. "Still not gonna talk about it Q. Please let me get things straight first alright?"

Quinn still insisted to know about what happened. Brittany sorta gave in and just gave her a vague reply.

"I don't really know what's happening yet Q. Let me make things sure first before I tell you anything, okay?"

Quinn nodded. She figured she had asked too much. She just had to wait for the blonde to tell her about it sometime.

Meanwhile, in the Philippines…

"Give me your best shot baby!"

"Yeah, you're doin' great. Now try that couture pose. "

"That's it, fierce, baby, fierce!"

Aly models for a brand new clothing line and the photographer is so happy to work with her. Striking poses and flashing smiles made her stand alone among the crowd. After the photo shoot, Aly grabbed her cellphone and dialed Santana's number.

It was the middle of the night when Aly called. After a few rings, Santana finally answered her cellphone. When Santana looked at the screen, she gasped. She was surprised that Aly was calling her considering how she knew that Aly was busy with her modeling gigs in the Philippines.

"Hey you!" Santana said excitedly.

"How's it going sexy?" Santana blushed. Aly was grinning at the other end of the line.

"It's been good. I miss you though. I wish you could have went here with me."

"Aww. Sorry baby. I miss you just as much, but I'm just caught up with work you know."

"It's fine Aly. It's just. I have a lot of things to tell you but I want to tell you them in person… Anyway, I appreciate that you called. I know you still have a lot of work to do and I needs some sleep babe. You woke me up at, like, 1 AM here." Santana chuckled to show the girl that she's not irritated.

"I'm sooooo sorry San. I forgot that we're in different timezones. Goodnight then. Let's Skype when you're free okay? Just text me or something. Love you San. Mwah."

"It's okay Aly. Yeah. Of course. Maybe tomorrow? I'll just text you then. Love you too Aly."

And with that, Santana hung up the phone and went back to sleep.

A while ago…

Santana was just about to open the door to her apartment when her phone rang. She got inside her apartment and then put her things in her coffee table. She then checked her message. It was from Brittany. She smiled wide while she read the text. Was she free on Saturday? Oh, yeah, she was. Santana texted back with…

Sure. Saturday it is then. I'll just text you where we can meet. See you! ;) –S

A/N: I'm sorry if this one was quite short. I have our thesis coming up so I needed to focus. And also this chapter was a collaboration of me and my friend Alyanna. She's a literary writer and we plan on writing a screenplay together. And yeah, that's where I got Aly's name from. Hahaha. XD THANKS FOR READING GUYS! :))