The next morning was followed by grogginess and heavy hangovers. I was the first one who woke up. Everyone else were sleeping . The power of sunlight surprised me when I opened my eyes, that I immediately turned on my stomach, almost puking because of the sudden pressure. Whenever I get drunk, I can't sleep for long so I always wake up earlier than usual, often with a headache or stomachache. Or both.

I tried to sit up, but a sharp pain flew through my head , causing me to lie back on the sand.

"Worst. Hangover. Ever." I thought.

"Brittany, are you awake?" I turned my head on the other side, finding Rachel laying on the sand beside me.

"Shhh, don't shout", I said when I turned to face her, gesturing with my hand to be quiet.

"Brittany, I'm not shouting. I'm whispering", she reassured me.

"Oh. It still sounds like there's a war going on here around me", I whined.

We didn't say anything else for a few minutes.

"Why are you not tired or something like that? You drank more than I did", I tried to make the conversation going. There was so much stuff I wanted to ask her.

"I wasn't feeling very well. I barely even slept."

"What? Quinn and you had a private party?" I teased.

"Brittany, can I ask you something?" She ignored my teasing and shot a worried look towards me.

"Now? I'm really not at my best right now", I chuckled, but immediately regretted it, because I felt like I was going to throw up.

"It's kind of an emergency."

"Okay", I gave in. I know if I asked her for advice or anything like that, she'd help me.

"What would you do if you had strong feelings for a special person and that someone felt the same way about you, but you're just not sure what you two are?" Rachel asked carefully, like she wanted to ask that for a long time, just didn't have a chance.

"Well, did you ask her?" The fake puzzled look on her face couldn't trick me so I continued, "Quinn. You know, you're not exactly as subtle as you think you are."

"Not really. Every time I try, something gets in the way. Or someone", Rachel sighed.

I knew how was that like. Every time Santana and I tried to clear things up about our relationship, something always interrupted us. It's still not clear to me. Our relationship status. We were more than friends, that's for sure, but less than girlfriends? It confused me. She confused me.

I didn't care if everyone knew I had a girlfriend here, I was afraid of such thing in Lima. I knew Blaine would be fine with that, but I wasn't so sure for others. And I was kind of afraid of what will my grandpa say. I mean, I know he loves me so much, but he was raised differently at his time. My parents, too. Although, I thought they'd accept it easier than my grandpa.

"You need to talk with her, because you need to solve it together. It's probably confusing for her, too. But I'm sure it will be fine. Just talk and take it slow, don't rush anything."

"How do you know that?"

"She likes you. And I'm not saying it in –just a friend- way. Believe me, the things between you two will work out perfectly. It's obvious that you two like each other, we all see it. You two see it too, you're just to scared to admit it", I reassured her with a smile.

"I hope so. I never wanted anything so bad. Well, maybe except the Nationals Trophy."

"I'm sorry, I suck at giving advice."

"No. It's fine, I think it will help. I didn't know who to ask, you seemed like the person I could trust with it. And I see that you're at the same level with Santana" I flinched a little, because it was kind of true.

"I'm glad that you went to me. It's good to know that someone trusts me. Santana and I are on the different level. I'd say higher and more complicated. We're not just messing around like Quinn and you. At least not anymore", I confessed. I was still a little drunk, and you know what people say: Drunk people are the most honest.

"Not anymore?" Rachel asked, confused.

"We were on a date." Rachel's eyes went wide.

"Like a real date-date?" She couldn't believe it.

"Yeah. Dinner and stuff", I explained.

"Woah."

"I know", I chuckled.

"No, I mean. Wow. You are really special then." Yes, I am. I finally found someone with whom I can be just the way I am. With whom I could be happy.

I thought I nodded slightly because Rachel continued.

"I don't think you understand what I'm trying to say. Santana didn't do this stuff since she broke up with Joe. Dates, feelings, anything connected with love."

"I know, Quinn told me about him", I frown a little whenever I hear his name or anything connected with him. He hurt Santana so bad, I had a reason why I didn't like him.

"I've never seen her this happy. She became a new person when you came. Do not throw it all away."

"I couldn't stand hurting her. I'd do anything to keep her safe. But more than anything, I'd like to know what we are. We keep dancing in the dark. Time isn't really on our side, either. In 3 weeks, I'll be gone. I'll leave New York and come home. I don't know how long will it take for me to come back. A month? A year, two? Who knows. I want to enjoy and spend the rest of my time here with her. Being with her. I care so much about her" I look Rachel in the eyes and she looked like she was about to cry.

"Believe me when I say that you two are perfect for each other, you'll figure it out."

"I hope so. Thanks, Rachel. I would give you a hug, but I feel like I can't move and I'm scared that I'll vomit on you."

She chuckled and just tapped me on the back softly. We drifted back to sleep.

"Come on, Britt, wake up. We have to clean all this shit before we leave", Santana spoke softly, kissing me on the forehead.

"A little help?" I sat on the floor, holding out my hands for her to help me stand up. She smiled at me, picking my hands and lifting me up. I stumbled at the sudden movement and bumped with my head into Santana's shoulder, my lips brushing over her neck.

"Oh, sorry", I pulled back quickly and apologized. She just grinned.

"Britt, we need you here. And Santana, Sam needed you for something.. He's there somewhere", Quinn called from the other side, pointing behind me.

I joined Quinn and Tina, helping them with picking up empty bottles from last night while Santana went on the other side. I wanted to ask her about all the stuff Rachel and I talked about, but I decided to wait for a perfect timing.

Few minutes after, Santana walked furiously towards me, her fists clenched tightly, Rachel and Sam behind her. I walked towards her, wanting to ask why was she mad.

"Why did you tell everyone you want to be with me?" Santana scowled.

"What? I didn't-" I wanted to explain, but she interrupted me.

"Why do you always have to do this?! Every. Single. Time" She was yelling.

"Do what? I didn't tell everyone" I shouted back at her in anger.

"Santana, she actualy didn't tell everyone. Sam did. He said to Mike that he heard you talking with me earlier this morning", Rachel interfered.

"You always do this stuff that make me care about you. I don't want that! I don't want to care about you! And yeah, I know it's selfish, but I'm tired of it. Every time I fall for someone, that person leaves and messes everything up. Messes me up. When Joe left, I somehow suceeded to fix myself. I don't know if I could do it for the second time. Because I know you'll have to leave soon. Leave me. I don't want to be stuck", Her voice was strong, but the tears that were streaming down her face made her look weak.

"It's kind of late for that, isn't it? You already are", I grabbed my bag and walked towards Puck's car where Kurt, Quinn, Mercedes and Puck waited for me, leaving Santana, Rachel and Sam behind me.

A/N

I know you all will kill me because I left you hanging for 2 months without updating this story. But I got sooo lazy. I didn't have an idea for this story, I started some new ones, and never finished them. I wrote 3 new stories, all one shots. Take a look and review them. Just like this one. Few more chapters for this one and the end. It's going to be spicyyyy. And yeah, all the Brittana season 4 spoilers make me mad, you? xx :)