Hey guys! here's the next chapter:) so i've had a few questions about weather Santana will die at the end of this story and to be honest... i'm not sure yet. i say this because i was concidering but then i think that Brittany wouldnt be able to cope without her but if you have any ideas please feel free to inbox me:)

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Chapter 3

Santana's head was resting in Brittany's lap as she held a cool flannel to the girls head, her eyes still closed, cheeks flushed and a slightly irregular heartbeat. Quinn and Rachel sat opposite, both wearing a worried look as they gripped at each other's hands. "She must be dehydrated B, she'll be okay in a minute or so…" Quinn said trying to convince herself more than the others. "She only had a Sprite the whole day, if we give her some water when she wakes up she'll be fine." She kept repeating, "She'll be okay," over and over as the panic began to rise within her.

When Santana had collapsed less than ten minutes ago, Brittany had no idea what to do. She ran for her phone but instead of calling 911, she called Quinn.

Quinn had told her to keep calm, that she was on her way over and that there was no need to call for an ambulance because it would take too long to get there with the busy streets of New York and that by the time it would arrive Santana would already be awake.

So they sat and waited, praying to god that the Latina would wake up soon. Brittany slowly raked her finger through Santana's hair like she had done the night before and hummed a random tune loud enough for only Santana to hear – if she was awake...

Suddenly, Santana's eyes flickered and a small whimper left her lips. All three girls jumped at the noise, Quinn and Rachel ran over to the sofa with a bottle of water in each hand holding it out for Santana to take.

Santana had no idea what was going on… She remembered dancing with Brittany and then everything going dark… "Oh god." She mumbled as she pulled herself up into a sitting position in Brittany's lap. There was a weird aching feeling in her chest but as quick as it came, it was gone. She swayed slightly but Brittany had her arms wrapped firmly around her waist and pulled her closer to her body before she could fall onto the floor.

She scanned her eyes around the faces in the room and landed on the bottle of water in Rachel's hand. "Hand it over man hands."

Quinn scowled at Santana. "Don't call her that Santana."

"It's okay baby, at least we know she's ok." Rachel smiled at the blonde next to her and planted a kiss on her cheek. Quinn smiled lovingly at Rachel before whispering into the brunette's ear. Rachel's eyes went wide and she bit down lightly on her bottom lip. "Well we can see you're fine Santana, Me and Quinn will be off now…" Before anyone could answer, the blonde was being dragged across the apartment giggling like a three year old.

"That's my girl Q!" Santana shouted after the couple - in a very slurred and almost unrecognisable voice - as the door slammed and an unusual silence fell.

"You scared me San…" Brittany whispered innocently after a couple of minutes had passed. Santana could feel her heart breaking at the thought of upsetting the blonde. She ducked her head to rest it under the blondes chin as she downed her bottle of water. She felt small bolts of electricity shooting through her body at the position they were sat in but pushed the feelings and thoughts that came with it to the back of her mind, not wanting to ruin the peaceful moment they were in.

"I'm sorry Britt… I didn't mean to. I should have drunk more." She wrapped her arms around the blonde's waist. "I'm just dehydrated."

"How are you feeling?"

"A little better, my hearts beating like a bitch though, probably with all the excitement. I should probably head off to bed." Santana stated as she began to pull herself up off the sofa. The room began to spin again and she struggled to keep her feet firmly on the ground. Just as she was about to fall, she felt strong arms wrap around her back and behind her knees as she was swooped up into Brittany's arms. "Britt! What're you doing? Put me down!" Santana shouted half-heartedly, she felt a weird sort of comfort in the blonde's arms that she had never felt before. The feeling made her giggle as a smile plastered across her face.

"Calm down. You wouldn't make it ten feet by yourself San." Brittany giggled as she pushed the Latina's bedroom door open with her foot and sat her down on the bed. "You really need to start unpacking your clothes, how can you find anything in here?" Brittany asked as she opened one of the boxes looking for a pair of shorts and a t-shirt for Santana.

"I'll do it tomorrow B, anyway I needz my sleep." She said pulling off her shirt and leggings, Brittany spun around to face the wall as a familiar heat began to form in the pit of her stomach. But however familiar that feeling was, the cause of the feeling was completely new and unknown.

Santana looked down at her hands as she pulled on her t-shirt. Her eyes widened when she took in the sight of her fingers, they'd turned that deep purple colour they had earlier that day, but this time she wasn't even cold. In fact she was very hot, almost sweating. Her fingers felt slightly numb so she clenched and unclenched them by her sides.

Santana looked up to see Brittany still facing the wall and smiled at how cute she looked. "You can turn round now Britt."

Brittany turned round slowly with her eyes tightly shut and her hands covering her face. Santana couldn't contain her laughter as she walked over to the blonde; she wrapped her hands around her wrists and pulled her hands away from her face. "Britt. I'm dressed you can open your eyes." Brittany reluctantly opened her eyes, wary of what she would see. "Jeez Britt, what's gotten into you?" Santana teased.

Brittany sighed and watched as Santana climbed into her bed. "I really don't know…" she whispered to herself. She felt a sudden ache in her gut, a mixture of confusion and anxiousness bubbling inside of her.

Santana switched her bedside lamp off and the room was engulfed into darkness. She pulled the covers up to her chin and closed her eyes; she waited a couple of seconds for the blonde to leave the room. "Good night Britt." She mumbled sleepily and tried to stifle a yawn.

There was no reply so she assumed the blonde had already left the room or she had fallen asleep where she had left her standing – it wouldn't be the first time that had happened – she was ready to get out of bed and wake up the blond but then she felt the space next to her on the bed sink down as Brittany climbed in. Santana froze. The bed covers lifted up and a flood of air came crashing against her bare legs and arms. Brittany's arm snaked its way around her waist and she buried her face into the back of the Latina's hair, inhaling the smell of strawberries.

Santana had no idea what to do. She shivered as tingles ran down her spine at the thought of the blonde being this close to her. She didn't understand what was going on, her and Brittany had been friends since they were six. They'd shared beds before, and they'd even seen each other naked. So why was she getting all these weird feelings?

Brittany felt Santana shiver and took it as a sign she was cold, she tightened her grip around her waist and pulled her in closer, their legs interlocked.

Santana sighed at the feeling of being this close. She lifted her arm slowly and placed her hand over the blonde's and laced their fingers together, slowly drifting off into a peaceful sleep.

"Good night San." Brittany whispered…

The walls of the bar were a bright purple and pink, multi-coloured lights decorated the ceiling and loud music filled the room. People were up and dancing as Mark set up the microphone for karaoke.

Santana passed a scotch on the rocks to the mop haired man with a frown. He'd been buying drinks off her all night and it was pretty obvious he was trying to get in her pants. Her brows furrowed at the thought. "Never going to happen." She thought to herself a small grimace forming on her face.

"So when do you get off?" he leant forward with a raised eyebrow as he looked Santana up and down, his eyes stopped at her cleavage and his breath stinking of alcohol.

"Go to hell you pervert." She snarled viciously, a group of women sitting further down the bar looked up shocked but giggled at the man being rejected so viciously.

She rolled her eyes at the man when he looked at her with a shocked expression. She shrugged her shoulders and turned to take the women's orders.

"She must be a fucking dyke." He grumbled as he trudged off towards another table near the back end of the bar.

Santana stood frozen in her spot. What did he just call her? She didn't know whether to be angry or break down into a fit of tears, she wasn't… she wasn't a…

"Shit…" The weird feelings, the awkward looks between her and Brittany and her not sleeping with a man since junior year…

Her breathing increased rapidly and she could feel her heart pounding hard against her chest. With every beat came a shot of pain and she stumbled back towards a stool clutching her chest hard as she gulped in ragged breaths. The room began to spin, all the bright colours swirled together, and everything else seemed to be even more disorientating.

It was her first shift working at the bar and things had already started to go wrong. She looked up to the clock and noticed she only had five minutes left until the end of her shift.

She clutched the counter, pulled herself up and stumbled towards Blaine who was serving a blonde haired woman. He turned to face her with a worried look. "Santana, what's wrong? Are you okay?" he grabbed her shoulders just as she was about to collapse and led her into the back room where Quinn was sitting, completely lost in a book. She looked up with the same amount of worry on her face as Blaine had.

"I think…" Santana paused and gasped for breath, "I need to lie down…" she collapsed down onto the sofa next to Quinn.

"What's wrong sweetie?" Quinn placed her hand on Santana's forehead to feel it scorching hot.

"A creep called me a dyke…" she paused again. "I'm not a dyke Q, I'm not." She said defensively almost sounding terrified of the very idea of it.

Quinn didn't take it any offence but for some reason she felt uncomfortable by the idea of asking the Latina anymore. Quinn had noticed a change in her best friend's behaviour ever since junior year. She had seen the way she looked at Brittany last night.

Another shot of pain seared through her chest and she cried out in pain. Her hand clutched at the fabric of her top. She clenched her eyes shut to stop tears from falling.

"Quinn…" she moaned out between gasps. The pain wouldn't go away but at least the room had stopped spinning.

"Okay S, come on let's take you home to B."

Santana wanted to protest, that she couldn't be around Brittany right now but really, she wanted to be with the other blonde, more than anything. She knew she would calm her down.

"Home to B…" she muttered.

The pain in her chest had died down to a slight ache but was slowly disappearing as the minutes past and her breathing had calmed drastically. Her head lay limply on Quinn's shoulder as the cab wound its way through the streets of New York and stopped outside of her apartment. She gripped Quinn's hand tight as she helped her out the cab. Her legs shook and wobbled as she tried to climb the stairs.

"San, should I call a doctor or something?" Santana didn't answer. The blonde frowned and stopped them both just outside the door to her home. "S, tell me what's really going on. People have said worse to you and you usually just kick their butts. He must have said something else for you to have a panic attack like that… if that even was a panic attack."

Santana turned to face the blonde, her eyes flooding with unshed tears. She flung her arms around her neck and let the tears fall. Quinn could feel the warm liquid seep through the fabric of her top and onto her skin. She held Santana close and let her cry, not wanting to push the brunette into talking about something she may be uncomfortable with.

Brittany walked out of the studio carrying a folder full of leaflets that her teacher had given her. "I hope this has been some help for your future decisions." Her teacher placed her hand on Brittany's upper arm. She looked down and looked at the hand awkwardly.

"Err… yes thank you." She stuttered out, she didn't want to feel uncomfortable with her teacher touching her like that. She clutched the folder to her chest, suddenly feeling exposed.

"Good, I'm glad I could help you Brittany." She took a step closer to the blonde and looked deeply into her eyes.

Brittany could feel her teacher breathe on her neck, she tried to step back but the wall stopped her. She felt so uncomfortable she thought she would explode. "I should… go."

Her teacher sighed with a pout, taking yet another step closer to the blonde. Brittany couldn't believe what was happening. "Do you have to?" she batted her eyelashes up at the blonde. Images of all the times Santana had done that to the blonde to get her own way flashed through her mind. She bit down on her lip, trying not to smile at the memories.

She shook her head and tried to concentrate on what was going on.

Brittany had nothing against gay people. Until now she hadn't really considered the possibility of being gay. But she knew one thing for sure; she was one hundred per cent positive that she was not attracted to the woman standing in front of her.

"Yes I have to go…" Brittany stuttered out as her teacher pressed her full front against hers. Her breath hitched in her lungs as she grabbed out at the wall trying to reach for something she could use to pull herself away from her teacher. She knew if this happened to be a certain brunette acting like this she would have been weak at the knees and probably would have collapsed to the floor with arousal. But it wasn't and that made her sad.

"Come on Britt you know you want to…" she whispered seductively into her ear. She trailed a finger down Brittany's neck, her collar bone and just as she was about to duck into her top, Brittany pushed away.

"Stop." That's all she could say before she turned and hurried down the corridor. When she knew she was out of sight, she collapsed down against a wall and let out a heart breaking sob. She balled up her fists and pressed them against her eyes hard. She felt guilt building up in the pit of her stomach, she felt as though she had just cheated when really, she hadn't let anything happen with her teacher and more importantly, she wasn't even dating Santana. So why was she feeling like this?

Santana and Quinn sat on the sofa, both holding huge mugs of coffee and facing each other. "Then Blaine took me through to the back room…" Santana finished her answer to Quinn's question. Her face was itchy with the dried tears that she hadn't bothered to wipe off of her face, black mascara was smeared across her cheeks and her nose was red and blocked up.

"So you're telling me…" Quinn paused as she tried to think of the right way to word what she wanted to say without scaring the Latina. "That you may have feelings for Brittany?"

Santana flinched at her words. They stung when she heard them out loud like that. But never the less, she nodded meekly. Her head slumped forward and she let out a quiet sob.

"Come here sweetie…" Quinn set both their cups down and pulled Santana into her lap. She curled up and let the tears fall.

"Am I gay?" Santana's voice was almost inaudible as she whispered her question. Quinn had to hold back her tears at how helpless her best friend sounded. Santana was meant to be the strong one…

"Well from how it sounded you've only really had these feelings for Britt, but then again from the way you acted with that guy in the bar and not having sex with anyone for so long, I'm not too sure San…" she paused as Santana looked up to meet her eyes. "Would it be so bad if you were though?"

"Quinn! My parents would kill me. Not just scream at me and kick me out on the streets." Quinn flinched at what Santana was implying but tried not to lose her temper. "They would actually kill me." Quinn knew she didn't mean to sound so cold, she was just realising something that could change the rest of her life.

"Okay… shush" Quinn cooed and pulled Santana's head against her chest. "Everything is going to be okay. I promise."

Brittany climbed slowly up the stairs towards the apartment, her limbs felt heavy and sore. She wondered if her eyes were blood shot from crying, she could feel the itchy feeling behind her lids and pressed her forefinger and thumbs into her eyes and groaned.

The door clicked open and she stepped into her apartment. She immediately smiled and relaxed. "Honey I'm ho-" she wasn't given the chance to finish when Santana threw herself at the blonde. She could feel tears in the crook of her neck and gripped at Santana tighter. "San?" Brittany began to panic. "What's wrong?" She felt Santana shake her head 'no' and decided not to push the girl. If she wanted to talk about it, she would, in time. Brittany raked her fingers through dark hair and carried Santana over a stool next to the kitchen counter.

Brittany turned to face Quinn who was leaning against the back of the sofa staring at them intently. She gave her a look that said. "What the fuck is going on? But thank you for looking after her." Quinn just shrugged and picked up her things.

She smiled politely at the two girls. "I'll be off then… Call me if you need anything." She whispered to Brittany and patted her hand on her shoulder. "Everything will be okay San." And with that, she left.

"What happened San? Come on you're really scaring me." Brittany tucked a stray piece of hair behind the Latina's ear and pulled her face up to look into her puffy, red eyes.

"Just a jackass… at the bar was being a dick…" Santana stuttered out in between gasps of breath.

Brittany knew that wasn't all that happened. Santana never let anything people said affect her, she would lash out or kick their ass, but she has never cried over something like this. Her walls usually protected her. But sometimes those walls become too weak and eventually crumble down until you can rebuild them. And that was exactly what Santana was doing now. She was slowly rebuilding them, brick by brick in the blonde's arms.

"Okay…" Brittany pulled her closer and held her quivering body against hers. Santana wanted to feel uncomfortable in her best friend's embrace, but she couldn't, she wouldn't. She squeezed her arms tighter and breathed in deeply, the blondes sent swamping her mind. She could feel the sticky sweat on the blonde's shirt from all the dancing she had done that day, but her body was warm and that's what she loved about her. Santana felt safe in Brittany's arms.

Brittany picked the shorter girl up in her arms and carried her to her room; she walked slowly, her limbs still felt like they weighed a ton. When she reached Santana's room she noticed that the girl had finally unpacked. She set the girl down on her bed and pulled the girls shirt off over head and then helped her out of her jeans. She ignored the nagging urge to reach out and touch or kiss the girl. Oh god she wanted to so bad.

Santana gasped at Brittany's touch, wanting her hands to linger longer on her skin. She wanted her to touch her everywhere. Kiss her everywhere.

She frowned when Brittany pulled her shirt on over her head and held out some sweats for her to stand in. She held Brittany's shoulder for balance before collapsing back down onto her bed. The cool quilt felt amazing against her skin. "I know what else would feel amazing as well…" she shook her head furiously at the thought and closed her eyes; she waited for the bed to dip next to her and for Brittany to climb in.

Her eyes shot open when she heard her bedroom door close behind the blonde. The room was left silent apart from the sound of Santana's breathing. Sadness engulfed the brunette; she had been left alone with only her thoughts for company. "She didn't even say goodnight."

Just as the thought crossed her mind, her phone buzzed on her nightstand and lit up the entire room with a blue glare.

Good night San sleep tight. Everything will be okay in the morning. :) X

A beaming smile covered her face as she quickly typed out a reply and closed her eyes to go to sleep. She knew what Brittany said wasn't true. In fact, she knew fine well that everything could be worse but she was happy that she was trying to make her feel better.

Thank you for being such an amazing friend. Good night my Britt-Britt 3

"My Britt-Britt…" the blonde mumbled to herself with a smile plastered across her face.