Hey huys here's chapter 19 for you all! i got the day off school because i'm ill so i had time to finish this chapter off and upload it. i'm working on chapter 20 as i speak so that should be uploaded before Saturday.

i just wanted to thank you al for sticking with this story.

Chapter 19

Brittany stood in the middle of the brightly lit dance studio. Her chest heaved with each breath she took and a drop of sweat travelled down the valley in between her breasts. She held her pose as the music came to a stop. She let her eyes slowly flicker open as clapping erupted in the room, it echoed off every wall as the corner of her lips curled up into a proud smile.

She looked up into the mirror to see a taller girl walking over to her with a smile on her face nearly as big as Brittany's. Her long, brown, curled hair hung loosely over her right should with a streak of electric blue shooting through it. She definitely had a dancer's body; Brittany wasn't surprised she was the owner of this place. "That was amazing, Brittany!" she cheered as she clapped Brittany hard on the back.

"Thanks, Kristin." Brittany said almost shyly as a light blush crept its way up her cheeks.

"You definitely have the job." She beamed at the shorter girl. "First shifts tomorrow at two." She said as she wandered off to the other side of the room to pick up Brittany things and hand them over to her. "Your first class is the under fifteens." Brittany nodded in understanding and skipped over to the door as Kristin followed close behind. "Hey, Brittany? Do you want to go get a drink?" she asked shyly.

Brittany turned to face the taller girl. She didn't see why not, Kristen seemed like a nice person she could see herself being friends with her so she shrugged with a smile and nodded, "Can I just go and change first?"

"I know this really cool bar." Kristin called after the blonde and Brittany gave her a thumbs up in confirmation.

Santana let out a puff of air to move her bangs out of the way as she helped clean up the bar tops with Blaine. The bar was getting even busier by the second and all the staff had been called in early. Blaine passed some pints down towards Santana and pointed over to a table in the far corner backed with a group of man cheering over the football on a TV on the wall close to them. She was reluctant at first, they looked pretty drunk and they were all at least three times the size of her. But she gave herself a shake and carefully carried the drinks over to the men; she dodged in and out of drunken customers but finally reached the table.

Sometimes she really hated this job. She hated how the bar would stink of B.O in less than an hour and how every drunken man would find any excuse to grind up against her. Today was no different.

"Here you go." She leaned over a man's shoulder and placed the drinks on the table. The men went silent and stared at her wide eyed, their eyes drifted over to her cleavage with their mouths gaping. Santana rolled her eyes and began to walk off but stopped when a rough hand grabbed her wrist and pulled her backwards. She landing with a grunt into a bulky man's lap, his arms twisted round her waist and held her still. "Get off of me." she pushed firmly at his arms until he let go but he kept a firm hold on her arm.

"Come on… have a little fun." He husked closely to her face and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. Santana resisted the urge to gag or throw up in the man's face as the stench of alcohol wafted up her nose. She tried to pull out of his grip once more but his hold only tightened, his other hand slipped down her waist and held her hip. She carried in struggling wildly but it was no use he was too strong.

Santana's heart began to pound in her chest as the anger built up in her stomach. "Let. Go. Of. Me. Now." She snarled viciously into his face. All she could hear was the pounding of her heart in her eyes but as she looked over to the other men she could see them laughing.

They were laughing at her.

The humongous man leaned down and puckered his lips ready to kiss her. Santana let out a scream and pulled away just as someone lunged forward and crashed their fist into his face. The man was thrown against the table as drinks clattered to the floor; he looked around in shock to see who had punched him.

Santana spun round in the direction of her saviour only to catch a flurry of wild blonde hair lunging back on top of the man. Punch after punch Brittany pounded her fists into the man's face. "Keep your hands off of my girlfriend." She growled.

Santana was frozen in her spot. Where the hell had Brittany come from? She came out of nowhere! Santana shook her head and threw herself forward. She wrapped her arms around Brittany's waist and pulled her off of the man. They stumbled back into another table but quickly found their balance. Santana clung to Brittany's body tight holding her back off the man but also trying to find comfort in the blonde's presence.

Mark, Blaine and a couple of the other staff raced over to see what was going on. Mark took one look at Santana's terrified expression, Brittany's furious gaze and then to the man nearly passed out on the table shouting something towards the blonde and rushed over to him, hauled him to his feet and roughly carried him out of the bar and told him he would call the police if he ever came back.

Brittany was pulled out of her raging trance when she felt Santana's shaking body against her own. She leaned down and cupped both of Santana's cheeks in her palms so that the Latina would look into her eyes. "You're okay, baby. He's gone." Santana pulled Brittany closer to her and began to sob wildly into her chest.

Brittany racked her fingers through Santana's hair as they walked back over to the bar where Blaine, Quinn and Kristin were standing talking. The Latina sat down on a stool and downed a shot the Blaine had handed her. "I'm so sorry, Santana. I should have taken the drinks."

Santana held up her hand to silence him. "It's not your fault. You were really busy." She wiped at her cheeks to dry her tears and let Brittany wrap her arm around her waist protectively.

"You shouldn't be drinking." Brittany pouted.

"It's just one, baby. I promise I'll never have another drink every again." she kissed away the pout on the blonde's lips and moved closer to her body.

"You've got a good punch on you there, Brittany. Is there anything you're not good at?" a new voice butted into their convocation.

Santana's eyes flickered to the extra person standing with the group; she didn't recognise the woman at all but felt slightly intimidated by her height. She arched a neatly shaped eye brow at the woman before Brittany introduced them.

"Oh, Santana. This is Kristin my new boss. Kristin, this is my girlfriend, Santana." Santana smiled bitter sweet at the woman and extended her hand out for her to shake.

"Girlfriend?" Kristin asked cautiously but accepted the girl's hand. "Nice to meet you. Brittany didn't tell me she had a girlfriend." She said almost flustered.

"Sorry, that won't be a problem will it? I mean I know how beautiful and talented she is, it's easy for people to fall for her." Santana questioned Kristen sarcastically. Her jealous side was getting the better of her. She didn't know where it came from but the fact that Brittany would be working with this woman made her insides squirm.

Kristen quickly diverted her eyes away from the glaring Latina as a deep blush burned up her neck. "Santana." Brittany scolded.

"What? I'm just saying that already taken so she shouldn't get her hopes up. You're mine." Santana stated firmly as she pressed her lips against Brittany's neck. Quinn smirked from behind the bar at how defensive of Brittany, Santana was getting. She loved seeing this side of the girl; it amused her how quickly Santana's personality could change.

"I don't think that will be a problem…" Kristen paused a second as she tried to remember the Latina's name.

"Santana." Quinn said with an amused grin.

"Yes, Santana. Sorry…" she apologised to the smaller girl sitting next to Brittany. "Nothing will happen with me and Brittany. Strictly work friends." She sent a soft smile to the blonde but Santana could see right through her. She saw the way her eyes lit up when she looked at Brittany, and the way the corner of her lips twitched up into a coy smile. She knew exactly what the taller girl was thinking because her own eyes lit up that way and her mouth twitched into her very own coy smile whenever she heard or spoke the blonde. She couldn't help the bubbled of jealous rising up through her body.

Santana's hand clutched tighter onto the blonde's. "Are you okay?" Brittany asked the smaller girl.

Santana nodded. "Yes, that alcohol is hitting me hard though." It wasn't a lie, she could feel the room going blurry and a buzz had formed in her head.

"Do you want to go home?" Brittany asked as panic rose up within her. Santana shook her head as she stood up and walked around the bar.

"I need to finish my shift. What can I get you?" she winked at her girlfriend and handed her a beer. "Can I get you anything, Kristin?"

"White wine please." She said shyly. There was something about this woman that intimidated the crap out of her. She wanted to ask Brittany what she saw in a woman who could be so mean and yet sound so sweet at the same time. She quickly down her glass and ordered another one. She didn't want to be getting jealous right now. Her eyes flickered over to Brittany who was smiling and laughing with Quinn. She smiled at how cute the taller blonde looked.

Santana's glare burned through the side of Kirstin's head as she watched her stair at Brittany. That had to stop now. She opened her mouth to say something but stopped when a sharp pain – stronger than the usual pain she often felt - shot up her left side. She flinched and let out a grunt; she stumbled back and knocked into Blaine who was carrying a tray of shots. They clattered loudly to the ground.

"Shit! I'm so sorry. I must have slipped on something." She lied as she crouched down and began to help him tidy up the broken glass.

"It's fine, Santana. I've got this." He reassured the girl. She had had a crazy night it was probably okay for her to go home now. Santana nodded at his words and stood back up straight. "Your shift is over in a couple of minutes. We're not as busy anymore, you can go home. I'll cover for you if Mark asks." He patted her shoulder with a soft smile as she nodded.

She went through to the back and pulled on her coat. She looked at herself in the mirror. "God… I'm a mess." And that she was. Her face was chalky pale and her eyes were still bloodshot with crying. There were bags under her eyes, and her hair looked dull, it lacked it usual shine.

Even though the pain had gone, she popped a pill and took it just to be on the safe side. She took in a deep breath and walked back out into the bar. Brittany stood up to follow her but Santana held up a hand to stop her. "No, stay. Have some fun." She smiled and reached up to give her a kiss. Brittany's tongue slipped out and Santana granted her access. The Latina smiled against Brittany's lips before pulling away.

"Are you sure?" Brittany asked. She didn't want the Latina walking home alone.

"Yes. Don't worry, I'll be waiting for you when you get home." She winked at the blonde.

"I'll drive you, S!" Quinn shouted from behind the bar. She had seen what had happened before when she had knocked into Blaine. She saw the pain in her face and knew something was wrong. "Wait up!" she shouted as she ran after Santana.

Quinn sat humming and tapping along irritably to the songs on the radio while Santana sat with her forehead against the glass of the window. The bright city lights flashed by but after a while everything blurred into one as her thoughts swamped every conscious part of her body.

She didn't want to be the jealous girlfriend. She shouldn't have to be, she knew Brittany would never cheat on her but she couldn't say the same for Kristin. She didn't even know the woman but Santana did know that she wanted her girl and that made her blood boil.

But maybe it was a good thing that Kristin like Brittany. Santana wouldn't be around forever and sooner or later Brittany was going to have to move on, was this woman good enough for her?

Santana felt a pang of pain in her chest, whether it was from the thought of Brittany being with someone else or the same pain she had felt earlier in the bar she didn't know. She clenched her eyes shut and pressed her hands against her face. Why was she thinking like this? She still had at least seven months left with the blonde. She could think about this stuff later.

"Stop thinking, you're making my teeth hurt." Quinn's voice pulled Santana from her trance. Quinn eyes didn't leave the road but all of her attention was on the Latina next to her.

"Is it good that Kristin likes Britt?" Santana let her main thought flow out. She didn't want to keep this from Quinn and she needed someone else's thoughts on the situation.

Quinn looked at Santana in poor bewilderment. "What?" Santana just shrugged her shoulders like it didn't matter anymore. Maybe she was just been stupid and the shot she had taken was getting to her head. "San… you shouldn't be thinking about stuff like that. You and Brittany have plenty of time-" she cut herself off as a sob climbed its way up her throat but managed to cut it off. "Brittany will move on when she is ready to, not when the first person who likes her comes along." Quinn reached over and placed her hand firmly on Santana's thigh. "But none of that is going to happen, 'coz you're going to get through this, San. I know you. You're strong and brave and you're going to be fine." She looked out of her window as a tear escaped her eye. She hated feeling like this. She loved Santana so much; she couldn't bear to think about the possibility of the Latina not being around.

"I hope to god you're right, Quinn. No way is the Kristin girl good enough for my Britt-Britt." She said firmly as she tried to hide her own tears. Quinn let out a quiet chucked as she pulled up in front of Santana's building. "Thanks, Q."

Quinn reached out and pulled Santana back just before she could climb out of the door. "Wait. I need to talk to you. Can I come in?"

Santana gave her a curious look but nodded none the less. "My father's here, is that okay?" Before she got an answer Quinn was already out of the car and holding the door to her building open for her to follow.

Santana walked over to the sofa with two glasses of water in her hands. She placed them down on the coffee table before collapsing down onto the sofa and switching the TV on. "I thought you said Marco would be here?" Quinn asked as she took a sip of her water. She pulled her feet up underneath her and turned to face Santana.

"He must be sleeping or in the shower." She shrugged; she kept her eyes glued to the TV. She knew what Quinn wanted to talk to her about must be serious or she would have said it in the car.

"Santana," Quinn placed her hand on Santana's bicep to get the girls attention, her eyes flickered to her side but quickly returned to the TV. "Look at me." Santana shook her head and kept her eyes glued to the screen. "You know what I'm going to say?"

Santana shrugged and sucked in her bottom lip. "I know you're going to lecture or scream at me. Why else would you be acting all serious?"

"I saw what happened at the bar."

"You're going to have to be more specific than that, Q."

"When you fell back into Blaine. You looked like something hurt." Quinn placed her hand on Santana's cheek and turned her head to face her. "Is there something you're not telling me?"

Santana shook her head. "I just got a little pain that's all. I'm fine now." She knew she wasn't though, there was a weird aching pain still tingling in her arms and the room was slightly fuzzy.

"Are you sure? Your dad is here, we can get him to take a look at you?" Santana shook her head quickly. She didn't want people worrying about her; if she took her pills she would be fine in no time. She stood up and took their empty cups back to the kitchen before quickly swallowing a pill before Quinn could see. While she was up, she reached over for her glasses that were sitting on the breakfast bar and slipped them on. Her vision didn't improve causing her to squint her eyes just as Quinn walked into the kitchen.

"San, you'd tell me if there was something up right?" Quinn asked with a quiet voice.

"Of course I would." Santana gave the blonde her best fake smile she could muster and pulled her into a hug.

"Good, well I better be off. Rach just text me to hurry up." She lifted her phone to show the Latina as she pulled on her coat and headed towards the door.

Santana knew she should tell the blonde the truth, she had been nothing but supportive and an amazing friend. She owed this to her.

"Quinn…" Santana started. Quinn spun round with expectant eyes. "I… Thank you." She couldn't do it. She didn't want the blonde to worry about her. Quinn's eye's dropped and a small frown formed on her face. Santana could tell she was expecting something more.

"Any time, S." She kissed the Latina on the cheek before leaving.

Santana took in a deep painful breath as she made her way to her bathroom to run herself a bath. Every inch of her body was aching and she didn't know why, she needed to relax, she needed to sleep, she needed Brittany.

She sighed heavily as she let her body slowly sink into the warm water and the bubbles engulf her. She sunk back and closed her eyes and let herself fall into an unusual darkness. She needed to sleep or do something to get her mind off of things. She hummed along softly to her booming iPod while it played some song by Pink, she didn't hear her front door open and a very drunk blonde stumbled into apartment.

"Sanny?" Brittany sang out loudly but there was no reply. "Baby…" the blonde followed the sound of the music and found herself standing outside of the bathroom. Should she go in? Maybe Santana wanted her own space after the night she had had she didn't blame her. She chose to knock instead. Still, there was no reply.

She cocked her head to the side and pouted her lips in confusion. She pushed the door open and was suddenly swarmed by steam. She puffed out a breath of air as she tried to clear the space in front of her so she could find her girlfriend.

Her eyes widened in horror as she looked down into the bathtub to see Santana pail as a ghost and her eyes closed. Her mind immediately thought the worst as she collapsed down beside the bath. "Santana?" she turned the Latina's face to look at her but she didn't move. Her hands tightened on her shoulders as she lightly shook the girl. "Oh my god, Santana. Please!" she shook harder.

Santana could hear something muffled but she couldn't quite make it out. She felt something grip her arms and shake her, she wanted to open her eyes to see who it was but she felt so tired she didn't physically have the strength.

However, it was when she heard the crying that she chose to open them. Everything was spinning wildly around her, she blinked furiously for a moment as she regained her focus only to be met by messy blonde hair and blood shot eyes. "Britt?" Santana managed to croak out.

"Fucking hell Santana!" Brittany screamed at the Latina and grabbed the girls face. "You scared the fucking shit out of me!" Brittany's hands were trembling and her voice was slurred with a mixture of the alcohol she had been consuming all night long and the heart attack she had just received with finding her girlfriend in this hazy state.

"What's wrong, Britt?" Santana had no clue what was going on or why her girlfriend was panicking.

Brittany watched as Santana lifted her hand up and wiped away the tears that had escaped her now dull blue eyes without her knowing. "I…" Brittany clenched her eyes shut and shook her head. She had jumped to conclusions too quickly. She hadn't realised how scared she was of losing the Latina until now. She could still feel her heart breaking in her chest even though Santana seemed fine. "I thought-" she could finish her sentence. Before she could get her words out, Santana's lips had crashed against her own to silence her words and thoughts.

"Britt-Britt…" Santana sobbed out. "I'm fine, I must have fallen asleep." She kept the blondes face in between her hands to keep eye contact. "I'm not going anywhere anytime soon, I promise." She knew exactly what the blonde had thought and it was killing her even more inside to see how distressed the blonde was.

"Don't scare me like that again, okay?" the blonde stuttered out as she laced her fingers with Santana's still on her cheeks. "I love you so much." She pressed their foreheads together as they both calmed down but kept their eyes glued together.

"Help me out?" Santana mumbled after what could have been an hour of the two of them just staring deeply and getting lost in each-other's eyes. Brittany nodded and carefully stood up on wobbly legs, the alcohol hadn't had enough time to wear off. She placed her hands firmly around Santana's waist and helped her up. Brittany's eyes didn't wander down to the Latina's naked form; they kept glued to her face looking for any sign of pain from the girl. She could tell there was something the Latina was keeping from her, she was being way too quiet and after the night she had had, Brittany wouldn't be surprised if there was something wrong. "Thank you." Santana whispered softly as Brittany wrapped her up into a fluffy towel.

Brittany wrapped her arms around Santana's waist from behind and placed her chin on the shorter girls shoulder. She peppered Santana's neck with soft loving kisses as they walked back to Brittany's room.

When the pair were finally settled down under the warm covers of Brittany's bed, Santana placed her had on Brittany's chest and wrapped her arm around her waist. Santana trailed lazy circles on Brittany's chest as she slowly felt herself falling asleep. "Britt?"

"Hmm?" the blonde replied already half asleep.

"Thank you for what you done at the bar, I really don't know what I would do without you sometimes." She reached up and planted a soft kiss to the blonde pink lips causing Brittany to smile into the kiss.

"I would do anything for you." And she meant it. She would throw herself off of a cliff if that's what Santana asked of her.

When Brittany had walked into the crowded bar earlier that night her eyes nearly fell out of her head when she saw that guy trying to grope her girlfriend. She had left Kristin at the bar and ran straight over, she hadn't bothered to avoid the other customers, she just threw herself at the guy with more anger and adrenalin she had ever felt within her.

Santana had looked so scared and helpless; Brittany hadn't given her actions a second thought.

"Hey, I was thinking…" Santana started as she sat up to straddle Brittany's hips. "How about we go back to Lima in the summer or something?"

Brittany looked up at Santana in confusion. "Why would you want to go back there? I mean it's not like we have any reason to go back…"

"Britt, you have your whole family there." She tucked a stray piece of hair behind the blonde's ear. "And I was thinking the other day that I probably won't get a chance to see the stars like we used to up by the old water tower…" she trailed off and looked down shyly. Maybe it was a stupid idea. She should shut up and go to sleep.

"I think it's a great idea. But I'm not going to see my parents… they don't know about us."

Santana's head shot up. "You haven't told them?"

"No, I didn't think they needed to know after the way they acted last time they were here." Santana frowned slightly. She didn't know how to react to Brittany's news.

"Oh…"

"It's okay; I'll tell them when we get there if you like?"

"You don't have to do it if you don't want to…" Santana mumbled.

"I think it will be a good thing if they know how happy I am. If they don't like the fact that that's because of you then their opinion doesn't matter to me." she reached up and pulled the Latina into a heated kiss. Santana tucked her hand around Brittany's neck and pulled her face closer. When she felt Brittany smile against her lips she pulled away. "Get some sleep, we can sort plans out in the morning. Q and Rach can come too!" she cheered causing Santana to giggle.

She lay back down on top of Brittany and let herself slowly fall into a dreamless sleep completely wrapped up and safe in the blonde's arms.