Author's Note:
Hi all, thanks for sticking around for chapter two. I really appreciate the reviews and hope that you all like this next chapter as well. In this chapter we'll meet Brittany's family and we'll see some more characters from Glee make an appearance.

Disclaimer - I do not own Glee nor any of the Glee characters.

Enjoy!

2. Family Matters

My head snapped up and I awoke in a sweat. My breathing is uneven and I'm still trying to wrap my head around that dream that I had last night. I'm glad that it was just a dream though. It was a little too weird for words and I couldn't imagine actually having to experience anything like that.

I laid my head back on my pillow to get a grip on everything that happened. As I laid down, my cell phone on my night stand next to my head began to vibrate. I picked up the phone in excitement. I thought for sure that it was going to be Brittany, but it wasn't. Alice had just texted me wondering what had happened last night. I called her back. I'm not a big fan of texting, especially not when the conversation is going to be longish.

"Santana!" Alice practically screamed. "What happened last night? I need details!"

"Hey Alice, um not a whole lot happened."

"Did you meet any cute boys?" Alice's tone became slightly disappointed due in part to my not-so-enthusiastic attitude.

I had to lie. I couldn't tell Alice that I didn't meet anyone because I met someone that has changed my life. However, I don't know if I'm ready to let my friends know just yet, about my liking girls. So I'm only going to lie about the gender/name of the person that I met. "I met this really cute boy named Brent. He's really awesome. It seems like we have a lot in common."

"How cute is he?" Alice's tone is more excited now.

"She's super hot."

"She?" Alice laughed.

"He…I meant he. It's early," I sighed.

"Okay, well you can tell us more about it later. Kendra, Tori, and I are going to the movies in about an hour or so if you want to come," Alice offered.

I sighed, "You crazy early birds."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, are you coming or what," Alice tapped on something really loud to pretend to be annoyed.

"Yeah, I'm coming. I'll meet you guys there in an hour."

"Bye," Alice said. I replied with the same sentiment and hung the phone up.

Great, now I have to give a crap what I look like. I hate when I have to do that early as hell on the weekend. This little movie adventure has forced me out of bed at – I looked over at my clock – holy crap, noon! I can't believe that they have the balls to get me out of bed before noon!

I rolled out of bed and took a shower, did my make-up and my hair, and got dressed. I then, however reluctantly, got into my car and drove off to the movies. I love my friends, don't get me wrong, but I was out pretty late last night and I'm pretty worn out. Plus, that dream that I had last night makes me feel like I only got a few hours of sleep, if any at all. I really want to just get some more sleep, but I also really want to go out with my friends. Plus, movies equals popcorn and I can totally go for some of that right now.

I tried to put on a fake smile when I stepped out of my car so that my friends didn't get the wrong idea. I had a great night last night and I want to be at the movies with them. I don't really know what's wrong myself. I know that the problem is due in part to a lack of sleep, but I know that it must be something else too. Maybe it was the creepy contents of my dream because that was weird beyond all reason.

I walked up to my friends who were all there waiting for me to arrive. "So what are we seeing?" I wondered as I walked up to them.

"It's called Broken Hearts and Shooting Stars. It's some Indie film," Tori explained with a smile on her face.

I shook my head, "I've never heard of it."

"We'll see how it goes," Kendra commented.

"I really want to know about your night last night, but if we don't get in the theater now, the movie will start without us," Tori said a little frantic.

"Okay, let's go then," I said as we all walked into the theater.

We all sat down in the theater, which is more like an ice-locker right now. I didn't even really have time to get popcorn which was upsetting. Luckily we made it to see the previews though, that's the best part of the movie.

The movie started about ten minutes after we sat down. The movie actually seemed to be interesting, but I can't seem to keep my mind off of Brittany. Every time I stop and try to think about what's going on in the movie, I can see a picture of her beautiful blonde hair and brilliant blue eyes in my head. Then I would try to hear the voices of the characters on the screen, but I could only hear Brittany's voice echo in my ears.

I must be sick because I can't get Brittany out of my head as if she was an infectious disease that won't go away. Okay, maybe that's a bad analogy because I don't really think of Brittany as a disease, she's brilliant and great in every way, and that's the problem. I can't think about anything except for her.

I wish that I had more memories of her in my head to go back to. I can only think of her in the club, when we were at the park, and sadly in my dream. That's all I needed though. I replayed those moments in my head over and over again.

The only part of the movie that I understand is that there is some poor girl that can't seem to keep her heart from being broken and on the night of a meteor shower, she wishes for a boyfriend and then nothing…I don't know what happened after that.

I didn't even realize when the movie ended. My friends all stood up and I stood up with them and followed them out of the theater.

"That movie was amazing! Screw the fact that it's an Indie flick, it was awesome," Alice exclaimed.

"Yeah, it was pretty bomb," I laughed pretending like I actually watched it.

"I'm actually thinking about seeing it again with my boyfriend," Tori pondered.

"It's kind of a chick flick, sweetie," Kendra stated.

Tori shrugged, "And he's coming with me."

We all laughed at Tori for thinking that her boyfriend is actually going to come with her to see this movie. I hardly watched any of it, but I watched enough of it to understand that it was a total chick flick that he would never go see it.

We stood outside, in front of the theater and chilled for a few minutes, discussing the movie and making fun of Tori. Then, of course, the topic of conversation turned to me and wondering what happened at Club V last night.

"So what happened last night?" Alice pushed.

"Not much, I met a really hot guy named Brent, but I've told you all of this already," I said not really wanting to elaborate.

"Oh come on," Kendra pushed.

"Okay, so he's really hot, really nice, he seems to get me, and he's not an Amber-zombie," I tried to keep things simple. I feel like I have to be so on all of the time around my friends. Plus, I have to lie to them about everything that happened last night. I wish that there was someone that I could just talk to and tell them exactly what happened and how I feel. Well, I kind of met that person last night, the only problem being that she's not here right now. I want to be the person that I was last night again, not the person that I have to be around my friends.

I pretended to get a call from my parents. I 'answered' my phone and said, "Hey dad…sure…yeah…I'm at the movies with my friends…yeah…I'll be home in a few minutes…okay, bye."

"Do you have to go?" Tori wondered as I 'hung up my phone'.

"Yeah, I'll catch you on the flip side," I said. I hugged each of my friends.

"Bummer, well, we'll see you later," Alice said as I turned to walk away.

"See you guys later," I said as I walked back to my car. I hopped inside my car and sped away. I just wanted to be home so that I don't have to pretend to be something that I not for a few minutes. As long as I don't have to run into my parents when I get home, I'll be fine. I really don't want to deal with them right now.

I walked into my house and bee-lined it to my room. I avoided my parents with ease, not that they were paying attention enough to actually notice. I walked into my room and plopped into my desk chair. I sat and twirled around and around just trying to avoid the anxiety of Brittany's call.

I want her to call, I really do, but what do I say? As much as I want to be my own person and fit in my own skin, I can't help but feel the nerves flow through my veins and burn like wildfire. I just want a clear cut way to be able to do things. I wish that in life there were actual solutions to all of the problems that we face. However, reality just isn't that kind.

Never mind all of this. I'll just call Brittany and take things into my own hands so that I don't feel like I've been caught off guard. I picked up my phone and looked through my contacts only to find that I had never received Brittany's number. My heart raced as I realized that I'll never be able to contact her unless she contacts me first. God, what if she's waiting for me to call her right now? That'll never happen. Crap…crap…crap…crap. Okay, I can handle this. How do I handle this? I don't even know anymore. My brain is moving at a thousand miles a minute and, like a runaway truck, there's just no way to stop it.

As if fate had managed to work some magic to calm my anxiety, my phone rang. Despite my need to know who is calling, I waited for it to ring twice so that it didn't seem like I am some sort of creeper waiting for the phone to ring. Even though… I guess that's kind of what I am. Whatever.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Hey, Santana, it's Brittany," Brittany's voice is soothing to my ears. I can picture her right next to me. It's like we're having the conversation face to face, not over the phone.

"Hey Brittany, what's up?" I wondered as I leaned back in my chair.

"Funny you should ask. My parents are hosting a party tonight and I was wondering if you wanted to come. They host business parties all the time and my siblings and I go and have our own party in the basement. So, are you game?"

"Yeah, absolutely. What time should I be there?" I wondered as I pulled out a pen and a piece of paper.

"The party starts at five. I'll text you my address," Brittany stated.

"I'll see you there," I said with a wide smile on my face.

"I can't wait," Brittany said and hung up the phone. I did the same.

On top of my enthusiasm and excitement, I also feel a little pathetic. I just met this girl and I'm already acting crazy when it comes to wanting to be around her. I feel like I'm going a little insane; not that I wasn't crazy before, but I just don't want to scare her off.

Okay, so it is three thirty right now. I need to be at the party at five. So I have about an hour to get ready. I walked around my room and pulled out a bunch of clothes. I figured that my hair and makeup are as good as they're going to get, but I needed to pick out something amazing to wear.

I finally landed on a hot maroon shirt and some dark blue jeans. It's not much different than what I wore earlier today, but I feel more confident in wearing this than the former.

Now it's time for the grand master to make her decision. I walked out of my room and found my mom in her office.

"Hey mom," I said a little wearily.

My mom sighed, "What do you want?"

"Um, is it okay if I go to my friend's house?"

"Why?"

"She's having a party and she invited me."

"Who is this friend?"

"Brittany."

"Okay, just don't be out too late."

I sighed with relief, but then my father came into the room and said, "No."

"What do you mean no?" I complained.

"You were just out last night, you're not going out again tonight," he attempted to justify his decision.

"Mom," I tried to use her as the voice of reason.

"If your father says no, then the answer is no," my mom said.

I couldn't believe that they're not going to let me go out. I marched out of the office. Gah, this makes me so angry. I really want to see Brittany and I don't want to tell her that I can't come because I couldn't convince my parents. Okay, that settles it. I'm going to that party one way or the other. If that means that I have to sneak out, then so be it.

I quickly made my way back to my room to make last minute adjustments on my wardrobe and hair and makeup. I printed the directions to Brittany's house and stuffed them into my pocket. I then grabbed my purse and snuck out of my house in the opposite fashion of how I snuck in last night. I quickly and quietly left my house and drove off toward Brittany's.

Her house is a few minutes north of Chicago. I drove around her neighborhood, gazing in amazement at all of the houses. This neighborhood is full of mansions that can probably fit about three of my houses inside of it, if not more.

I finally pulled up to Brittany's house which is probably the biggest house out of them all. I parked my car in the only available spot left on the street in front of her house. I then walked up her long driveway. The house is made of dark stucco and has a lot of dark colored stone on the house. I knocked on the door and I was greeted by Brittany.

"Hey!" Brittany said with excitement as she wrapped her arms around me. "I'm glad that you came."

"Yeah, me to," I smiled.

Brittany then let go of me and invited me into her house. I walked inside and the inside of her house is even more magnificent than the outside. The entire inside of her house was composed of a dark colored wood that looked like something out of a Hollywood movie. As I walked through the house, hand-in-hand with Brittany, we passed through a crowd of people; everyone there was thirty years old or older.

"I can see why you wanted me here," I said as we continued through the crowd.

"Yeah, these parties are usually a snooze fest. Business stuff, whatever," Brittany laughed as she opened a door and escorted me through it.

We then walked down a long staircase and ended up in what seemed to be the basement, even though it was way too nice to be a basement. The basement is set up like a game room. There is an air hokey table, pool table, bar, a huge couch and TV, and slot machines.

"Your house is my new favorite place," I smiled as I walked through her basement. There were already some people in her basement and I know two of them. I recognized Puck and Blaine, but there were some new faces in the crowd as well.

Brittany walked over to where Puck and Blaine are playing air hockey against each other. "Puck and Blaine, this is Santana. Santana, these are my brothers Puck and Blaine.

Blaine has a medium build and a little shorter than average. He has jet black hair full of grease. He was the one who was serving drinks last night at the club. Puck is muscular and much taller than Blaine. He has chocolate brown hair that's buzzed into a Mohawk. Puck is the one who threw the guys out of the club for us last night.

"It's nice to formally meet you, you know, when I'm not beating people up," Puck smiled.

"Yeah, thanks for that," I laughed trying to be as friendly as I possibly could be.

"I just wish I could have been there to take care of those jerks," Blaine said as he fist bumped Puck.

Brittany just rolled her eyes at them. Brittany then led me to two others who are sitting on a window seat talking to each other. "Quinn and Kurt, this is Santana. Santana, this is my sister Quinn, and brother Kurt."

"It's nice to meet you," I said. Quinn didn't seem to really have much interest in me at all. She basically just glared at me the entire time I stood there.

Quinn has long blond hair. She is short and very skinny. Kurt, on the other hand, has brown hair flipped out in the front and is of average height and weight.

"It's nice to meet you too! Brittany has been talking about you all night," Kurt practically giggled. I'm not sure if I'm gay, but my gaydar is flashing bright red for this boy. He's fabulous.

Brittany punched Kurt in the arm and said, "So what do you want to do?"

"I don't know. Whatever you want is fine with me."

Brittany walked over to the pool table because the boys were occupying the air hockey table. I don't really know how to play pool, but it looks easy enough.

"You look worried," Brittany smirked.

I shrugged, "I've never really played pool before. You might have to walk me through this."

"I don't mind," Brittany smiled.

Brittany then grabbed two pool sticks off of the nearby wall. She handed me one and set hers down to place the balls in the right position. I have no clue what she's doing, but it looks like it's the right thing.

"Do you want to be stripes or solids?" Brittany asked.

"Solids," I replied unsure of what the difference was.

"Okay, so your goal is to hit all of the solids into the pockets before I hit all of the stripes into the pockets. Do not hit the eight ball into a pocket until all of the other balls have been hit into pockets. The person to hit the eight ball into a pocket after hitting all of their respective balls into the pockets wins. Are you with me so far?" Brittany wondered as she examined the confused look on my face.

"Yeah," I stated. It seemed easy enough.

"I'll break," Brittany said as she placed the white ball on the other side of the pool table from the rest of the balls. She then hit the ball with some force and the balls on the other end scattered in all different directions. No balls went into any pockets.

"Okay, so what do I do?" I wondered as I picked up my stick.

Brittany walked over to me. "Are you right handed?"

"Yeah," I replied.

"Okay, put the stick in your right hand," Brittany commanded as she positioned herself behind me. I could feel Brittany's hot breath on my neck and it made me quiver.

"What was that thing that you did with your other hand when you hit the ball?" I wondered as I placed my hand on the table.

"That just helps you to aim," Brittany replied. Brittany adjusted my hand and placed the stick in between two of my knuckles. She held my hand on the table with her left hand. Brittany also had her right hand on the stick.

"So do I just hit it?" I wondered barely able to keep my focus on the game in our current position.

"Basically, yeah. You want to measure the amount of force based on how far the ball needs to travel. Those dots on the table are what people use to make advanced shots, but you don't have to use them if you don't want to."

"I don't think that I'll be doing anything advanced anytime soon, so I won't worry about those," I laughed at myself.

Brittany then said, "Now lightly pull back and try to hit the ball in the center." Brittany pulled the stick back with me and trusted it forward and hit the queue ball. That ball then hit the orange colored solid ball and it went into one of the pockets.

"I did it!" I exclaimed as I set the stick down and whirled around. I wrapped my arms around Brittany in excitement. Brittany pulled away from my grasp slightly and looked into my eyes. She then leaned over and kissed me lightly on the lips.

She pulled back and smiled, "Yeah, I told you that it was easy."

"Beginners luck," Quinn commented from the window seat.

"Do you want to play?" I wondered. I can tell that Quinn doesn't like me. I don't know what I could have done to make her dislike me, but I really wanted to change that. I really like Brittany and I know that her family is a close knit bunch. Therefore, I want Brittany's family to be okay with the idea of me.

"Sure, we'll do teams. Come on Kurt," Quinn said as she stood up.

Brittany gave Quinn a mean look. Kurt then said, "I'll be on Santana's team."

"It's your turn, Santana," Quinn pushed as she grabbed a stick.

I then took my second shot. It didn't go as well as the first shot that I took. I managed to hit a solid colored ball, but it really didn't go anywhere.

"My turn," Quinn said as she looked at the table. She then hit the queue ball and two stripped balls went into different pockets. She continued to hit the balls and one-by-one each ball went into a pocket. Finally the only ball left was the eight ball. She then hit that ball into the pocket and ended the game. Kurt never even got to play.

The entire time that Quinn hit balls into the pockets, Brittany had given her an evil glare. I didn't know why. Quinn is a good pool player, she should get an award, not be glared at.

"You're amazing," I said after the eight ball was hit in.

"I know," Quinn said as she put her stick back up on the rack and walked back to the window seat and sat down.

"Just ignore her, we all do," Brittany said as she wrapped her arm around my waist. She rubbed her hand up and down my side making me lose any train of thought that I might have been having.

"Um, I-I'm sorry that you didn't get to play," I said to Kurt.

"Eh, it's okay. I live here, I can play whenever I want," Kurt shrugged it off.

"Maybe if your little girlfriend was a little bit better then Kurt would have gotten the chance.

"What is your problem Quinn?" I could tell that Brittany was about to throw down with Quinn.

Quinn stood up practically yelled, "You know what my problem is!" Quinn then stormed out of the basement and up the stairs.

"Stay down here while I take care of this," Brittany said as she ran up the stairs behind Quinn.

"Brittany, it's not a big…" but I was too late, she was already halfway up the stairs.

"I'm sorry about that, I can't help but feel responsible," I said to Kurt.

Kurt walked over to stand next to me. "It's not you sweetie. You're a nice person and we all know that. The problem is that Quinn is a little bit of a bitch when it comes to losing her sister to someone else. That's kind of how it is with us, we are just really close. So don't take it personally if we act a little weird," Kurt comforted.

"I just don't want to cause problems for Brittany and your family," I said with a look of worry spreading across my face.

"It's not a big deal, really."

Blaine walked over to us, "So what's Quinn's problem?"

"Me apparently," I sighed.

"Ignore her," Blaine said. "She's like this sometimes."

"I just hope that I'm not doing anything to hurt your family."

"It's not your fault. You are pretty awesome from what I gather," Blaine said with a growing smile on his face.

"And any friend of Brittany's is a friend of ours," Puck assured me.

"Thanks," I said as I looked toward the stairs to see if Brittany was coming.

Blaine patted my back, "You really like her, don't you?"

I looked down a little embarrassed, "Am I that obvious?"

"Just a little, but I think that it's cute, and I'm glad that Brittany finally has a girlfriend that she can count on. I know that she really likes you and the fact that you really like her back makes you apart of the family as far as I'm concerned," Blaine stated. I wanted to interject that we aren't girlfriends, at least not yet, but Brittany walked back down the stairs. As soon as Brittany was at the bottom of the stairs Kurt, Blaine, and Puck all dispersed.

Even though all of Brittany's siblings are being nice to me I still can't help but feel like they don't really like me nor feel comfortable around me. They are all basically avoiding me and I don't really feel like I belong.

"You'll have to excuse Quinn, she's a little bit of a jerk sometimes," Brittany stated as she wrapped her hand in mine.

"She hates me, doesn't she?" I wondered. I just wanted to know the truth so that I could figure out how to fit in with this family.

"No…yeah…sort of…don't pay any attention to her," Brittany sighed as she ran her hand down my arm.

"Do you know what I did wrong? I just want to mend the wound before she hates me forever," I said. Wow, I don't know how Brittany managed to do it, but I totally don't sound like myself right now. I've never cared this much about what someone thinks about me before. Usually I'd just tell someone like Quinn to shove off, but I can't seem to muster that typical snarky energy right now.

"It's not really you that she had a problem with. It's me. She doesn't like the idea of me having a girlfriend," Brittany attempted to comfort me. "Do you want to go somewhere else?" Brittany changed the subject.

"Where do you have in mind?"

"I was thinking my room. It would be far enough away from here to avoid the melodrama," Brittany laughed.

I laughed with her, "It sounds like a good idea."

Brittany led me back up the stairs, through her house, up some more stairs, down a hall, and up some more stairs. Seriously, these people have a LOT of stairs. We then entered her room. Brittany's room is huge and is painted a light blue. Her entire room is decorated with blue, but all of the wood fixtures matched the dark wood of the rest of the house.

"Have I told you how much I like your house?" I asked rhetorically as I looked around her room.

"Only a few times, but not in the past five minutes, no," Brittany smirked.

I'm really glad that I get to just be alone with Brittany. Her family seems nice enough, but I think that only half of them actually like me. Plus, there just seems to be something off about them. I can't quite put my finger on it, and I feel bad about saying that there's something off about them, but it's true.

"I don't know if I've ever told you this, but you're really beautiful," Brittany commented as we sat down on her queen sized bed together.

I blushed, but thank goodness I'm Hispanic – it hides a bit of the bashfulness written all over my face. "Thanks, you're beautiful too, far more so than me."

Brittany caressed my face with her hand and then pulled my face toward hers. It felt like the world moved in slow motion. I could feel the softness of her lips, grazing mine for a moment before our lips fully molded together. We've only kissed a few times so far and each has been short and sweet, but this was far more passionate and while everything felt just right, I couldn't help but feel like we were taking things just a little too fast. My brain said no, but my heart said screw you brain.

I lightly sucked Brittany's bottom lip. She tastes so wonderful. I could sit here and kiss her all day. I felt Brittany's tongue grace my lip asking for permission which I instantly granted. Our tongues danced together in the most breathtaking way. My head felt light from the euphoria of the moment.

Brittany pushed me lightly and I took the hint and lied down on the bed. Brittany then laid down on top of me. She placed one of her hands on my waist and kept the other on my face just under my chin. I wrapped one of my hands around Brittany's back and the other behind Brittany's head. She pushed up against me as we continued to kiss.

However, everything was cut short when the door was opened by Quinn. Brittany quickly got off of me and I quickly sat upright.

"I need to talk to you," Quinn said to Brittany.

I thought that I had blushed a bright red when Brittany said that I was beautiful, but I blushed a whole new shade of red when Quinn saw us like that.

"Sorry," I said. I didn't really know what else to say. I wanted to give her a piece of my mind for ruining such a perfect moment. She really should have knocked or something. But, I want for Brittany's family to like me, and if that means zipping my lips, then so be it.

Brittany turned to me and said, "I'll be back in a second." Brittany kissed my forehead and stood up and left the room.

If Quinn didn't like me before because I'm with her sister, seeing what she just saw didn't help my case at all. I'll never be able to get Quinn to like me, or hell, just not hate me.

Brittany then opened the door again, "I can't seem to apologize enough for her."

"It's not a big deal, but my embarrassment levels have been slowly rising since I've been here," I giggled to myself.

"So…" Brittany stated.

"So…" I replied.

Almost in unison we both said, "I think we should slow things down."

We both laughed. "Yeah, I think we should just take it down a notch or two," Brittany stated.

"I agree," I nodded.

"Maybe we can do twenty questions," Brittany said.

"Um, okay," I was taken by surprise, that's a really lame game.

"Not like the stupid game, I mean just ask each other questions to get to know each other better," Brittany laughed.

"Oh, okay, that I'm more up for."

"Okay, so what's your favorite color?" Brittany began.

I didn't even have to think about it, "Red, you?"

"Yellow. What is your favorite type of food?"

"Wait, your favorite color is yellow? No one's favorite color is yellow," I smirked.

"It's the color of chicks and ducks and, hey you never answered my question"

"Italian, especially from that one place on the north side called Breadstix, yours?"

"Same! I love Breadstix! I mean, they just never stop bringing you bread sticks," Brittany smiled.

"One time I brought a wheelbarrow with me and told them to fill it up and they had to do it."

"That's a great idea. I wish I was smart enough to think of something like that. What's your full name?"

"Santana Marie Lopez, yours?"

"Brittany Susan Pierce. Do you play and instruments or sports or have any hobbies?"

"Yeah, I play the guitar and sing. I was also on the Cheer Squad at my high school."

"I don't really play any instruments, but I like to sing and dance. I like to do motocross and swim too, but I don't count that as a sport when I only go down to my pool to chill," Brittany laughed at herself.

"I think it should count. Plus, you're the only person that I know who does motocross," I said as I wrapped my arm around Brittany.

Brittany leaned her head against my shoulder, "So, my family didn't drive you away or anything did they?"

"I'm still here," I replied.

"Good, because I would have had to kill Quinn, and that's just something that I really wouldn't want to do."

"Your family is fine, really. Family is always supposed to be there for you and I think that it's great that they care enough to be concerned," I said. I know that there's more to it than that with her family because, like I said, I can tell that something is a little off about them, but that's where I'm going to leave it.

"You're the best. Generally when I bring someone home, they run away. I'm not used to actually having a stable relationship."

I ran my hand down Brittany's side, "Your family is going to have to try a little harder than that to drive me away."

"Thanks for being so cool with everything," Brittany said as she leaned her head up and kissed me. It was a Goldilocks kiss, not short and sweet, but not passionate either, it was just right.

I then looked over at the clock on Brittany's night stand. It's about eight at night. "I better get going before my parents realize that I'm gone."

"You didn't tell them that you were coming over?" Brittany wondered.

I immediately defended myself, "No, I told them. They just said that I couldn't come over. So, naturally, I snuck out."

"Awe, you snuck out for me?" Brittany said like I had done something awesome for her. I really didn't think that it was a big deal at all.

"Yup, and I'll do it again," I said as I stood up.

"That's really sweet," Brittany said as she wrapped her hand in mine.

"Sorry that I have to get going so early, but if they catch me gone, it's my butt on a skewer," I said a little worried.

Brittany opened her door, "I'll escort you out."

I smiled at Brittany and she smiled back at me. I really couldn't ask for a better significant other. This girl actually understands me, is awesome about everything, and is absolutely perfect in every way.

We walked slowly toward the door as if we didn't want for things to end. I really didn't want for things to end at all, but every good thing comes to an end. Then again every end produces a new and better beginning, so who knows what tomorrow might hold. Awe, look at me getting all poetic. I sound like a bad 90's song.

We were finally at the front door and Brittany held both of my hands in hers. "I had a really great time today," I said as I caressed her hand.

"Me too," Brittany said as she leaned down and kissed me.

"I'll see you tomorrow?" I wondered.

"Tomorrow sounds good," Brittany said as I let go of her hands and walked out to my car. I looked back at the door. Brittany is still standing in the doorway. I smiled at her and waved as I slipped into my car.

I then drove back home and hoped that my parents didn't notice that I was gone, because then all hell would break loose. Once I was home I snuck back into my room in the same fashion that I snuck back in yesterday, or this morning, whatever. The good thing is that, in the end, my parents had no clue that I was gone. They're completely oblivious.

It's about nine at night, and while I usually don't go to sleep this early, I decided to call it a night. I've had a long couple of days and I just need some sleep. I quickly got dressed into some pajamas and I flung myself into my bed. No sooner than I shut my eyes, I slowly drifted off into sleep.

I am walking on a damp, muddy path that leads to a gigantic castle. I don't know why, but I had an urge to follow the path.

The scenery looked like something straight out of an episode of Scooby-Doo. Lightning stuck behind the castle and loud roars of thunder rang in my ears. The screeching of different animals rang throughout the woods and made me move just a little quicker toward the scary castle.

Once I approached the door, it opened. I didn't need to knock or anything. I walked through the open door and through the ancient hallways. The castle smelt of must and rain leaked in through the stone walls.

At the end of the large hall, there was a door. I walked up to the door, but it didn't open like the main door. I lightly knocked on the door, hoping that I would find some sort of life in this sad looking place.

The door opened and standing in the middle of the room is Brittany. I wanted to just run up to her and hug her, but she isn't looking in my direction. I can only see the back of her head.

"Brittany?" I called as I walked toward her with caution in each step.

"No, Santana, don't come any closer," Brittany commanded.

I stopped dead in my tracks, "What's wrong?"

"You can't see me like this," Brittany said unmoving.

Laughter filled the small room, but neither Brittany nor I were laughing. I looked around the room and noticed that I was surrounded by Brittany's siblings.

"Um, hi guys," I said with a lump in my throat.

"Why don't you want her to see you like this, Brittany?" Quinn inquired. "It's who you really are."

"Shut up," Brittany warned.

"She should know, Brittany. She deserves to know what she's getting herself into," Puck followed.

"No, not yet, she doesn't have to know," Brittany repeated.

"I'm standing right here!" I shouted. I hate when people talk about me like I'm not there when I'm standing in the middle of things. I mean seriously, who do Britt's siblings think they are?

An evil grin grew across Quinn's face, "If you won't tell her, I will."

"Don't!" Brittany said as she turned around.

I could see Brittany's face for the first time since I've been here. Her eyes are black like in the woods in my dream last night, but now she also had long, sharp canine teeth. I looked around at Brittany's siblings, a little terrified. Everyone's eyes and teeth are the same as Brittany's. I took a step back getting ready to run.

"No, Santana, it's okay, I'm not going to hurt you," Brittany said as she took a step toward me.

I stopped moving backward. Although I am absolutely terrified of Brittany's siblings, I can't be afraid of her. Even though it looks like she could kill me right now if she wanted to, I know in my heart that she wouldn't. I took a step forward to let Brittany know that I'm not afraid.

Brittany continued to cautiously walk toward me until she is face to face with me. "I'm sorry," I practically whispered. "I shouldn't have doubted that you wouldn't hurt me. I was just a little scared. I'm sorry."

"It's okay, I was expecting a worse reaction," Brittany stated as she wrapped her arms around me.

"I'm still a little afraid of your siblings," I said even quieter.

Brittany shrugged, "Me too." Brittany still didn't let go of me.

"So, not to be offensive, but what are you guys?" I wondered. I already knew the answer, but I couldn't help but beg the question.

"Vampires," Kurt said from behind me. I didn't know that he was standing there and he made me jump and I fell over as a result. I cut my arm on the desk that I fell on.

My arm is bleeding pretty badly, but I think that I'll live once I get a few stitches. The only unfortunate thing is that it stings like hell. I looked toward Brittany, but she's not there.

"Brittany?" I called. "Brittany, I need some help."

"Brittany's not here right now," Quinn said as she moved at a lightening fast speed from across the room to where I'm standing.

"Where is she?" I wondered as my heart began to beat harder and faster than before. No one answered my question.

I held my bleeding arm to stop the bleeding, but I'm unsuccessful. I then noticed that I'm suddenly surrounded by vampires with a bloody arm. Crap.

I stood up; not that running would do any good against vampires. I had to try though. I booked it toward the door, but before I could get there, Puck stood blocking my path.

I turned around and found myself face-to-face with Quinn. The last thing that I saw was the black abyss of her eyes and the shine of her white teeth.

I woke up with a light scream. I looked over at my door hoping that my parents didn't hear that. After about two minutes I realized that they weren't coming. I sat up in my bed and laughed to myself. I can't believe that I just had a dream where my girlfriend's siblings are all vampires. That's completely ridiculous.

I laid my head back down on my pillow and closed my eyes, hoping that I can get some sleep before the sun rises. Before I could actually go to sleep, I heard a loud sound from inside my room. I opened my eyes and sat up to see what it was.

I then noticed that my window is open. I don't remember my window being open before. I freaked out momentarily. I grabbed my softball bat from my closet and held it close to me. I thought for sure that someone is in my room.

I looked around my room for the intruder, but no one is there. I then noticed that there is a blank envelope on my nightstand. I opened it up and inside is a letter:

Santana,

Stay away from my sister. You don't want to be apart of this. Just remember that you've been given a fair warning. When things get weird or go wrong, you have no one to blame but yourself.

~ Quinn ~

While my heart is still racing from being completely freaked out by the idea that someone was in my room just moments ago without me knowing it, I feel somewhat better because I know that it was Quinn and not some strange person that I don't know.

I set the letter down on my nightstand. My hand is shaking from the fear the still pulsed through my veins. I couldn't help but feel afraid, even though I know that it is Quinn.

I want to like Brittany's family, I really do, but I can't deal with this if they're going to be creeping around my house at night. I don't want to cause problems for Brittany and her family, so I won't tell Brittany that Quinn did this. I shook at the thought of causing Brittany problems with her family.

I placed my bat next to me in my bed and I went back to sleep.

Author's Note:

I hope that you all enjoyed this chapter! Please review this chapter and let me know what your opinions are =)

The song for this chapter is "Strange Life" - Tickle Me Pink