Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.

A/N: I can't seem to write this is first person, tried failed, sorry. What do you know… I forgot to write this chapter .. Skipped from 16 to 18, sorry about that. This will also be notably shorter than most of my other recent chapters (I think). I am currently re-writing chapter 19(?) and it will BE MORE CLEAR! Promise... and less intros although I will somehow work Sam into it too.

Chapter 17 What Happened

They'd gotten up surprisingly late; Brittany had woken up a good hour before Santana but was too comfortable to bother moving from her position. Not able to get back to sleep, Brittany just laid there half-asleep thinking. She had lived with her mother and father all her life but she had never felt this comfortable with anyone before. Her heart beat faster coming to the conclusion before her brain did. Something inBrittany's mind drifted to the words TG's had whispered in her ear.

Was Angel in love with her as well? Then with who? Angel was too perfect to fall in love with someone like her. The words "Don't be scared it's only love, that you're falling in" was that supposed to be some kind of clue? Oh. Brittany's mind clicked, she prayed her conclusion wasn't wrong. If she was, there was a risk of never being with Angel again, but if she was right, that might just be too much to hope for. But there was the problem of finding out how Angel felt her brain buck in protest of too much thinking this soon after waking up. So Brittany just stared upwards letting her mind drift in and out of reality until she had to get up.

Santana woke violently almost knocking the blonde off the couch where they had both fallen asleep had quick enough reflexes to not get hurt to badly.

"Are you ok?" Brittany asked concerned.

"Fine," said Santana.

"If you want to talk about it…" Brittany trailed off waiting; she was unconvinced of the "fine" she'd been given.

"I'm fine," said Santana more firmly running her hand through her hair. "I can't quite remember what it was about. Sue probably left a mess." Remembering last nightBrittanywas reminded that she had yet to give her friend a present.

"Stay here," she told Santana trying to keep the excitement out of her voice, and without waiting for a to the bedroom.

Santana watched her go, wondering what was going on. Yawning, she guessed that it was probably around three in the afternoon. What had possessed her to sleep that long? Stretching her arms lazily over her head, Santana's hand hit her wrist. That's right, Brittany's present. She had put it around here last night before they had started singing. She had just found it when Brittany came back, her hands behind her back.

"Merry Christmas!" exclaimed the blonde, holding out the present in front of Santana.

"Merry Christmas," replied Santana as she grinned, taking hers and handing overBrittany's. "You should open yours first, you're my guest."

Brittany complied, holding the small package carefully. She shook it, listening closely. Then opening it, she pulled out the bracelet. It fit perfectly on her wrist almost as though it was made for it. Feeling it, she could tell it was made out of braided thread and that there were two metal tags attached. They were letters. Taking her finger and tracing them, she could tell that they were clearly the letters S and F. Maybe Angel liked San Francisco? Putting on the bracelet and looking over to where her friend should be Brittanygrinned.

"Come on, it's yo ur turn." There was a half-hearted grumble, followed by the ripping of paper.

Santana opened the box; inside was a silver necklace with a heart. It was as simple as it was beautiful. She began to put it on when a thought came to her.

"Hey Britt, help me put this on? I can't seem to reach around properly."

Brittany shifted to help put it around the Latina's neck. She smiled, as she heard Angel's breath hitch on contact. Holding the necklace ends in her hands, Brittany ran her hand slowly up Angel's back to find her neckline. She felt the girl shudder; it would seem that the contact was having the same effect on both of them.

Santana closed her eyes and silently preyed for patience. She didn't know how much more of this she could take. If Brittany could do this with a touch, no she shouldn't go there. After all, anything with Brittany would be impossible; nothing good would come of it. Even while she was pushing the foreign emotion away, Santana could feel herself involuntarily shudder at the blondes touch. This was torture. The necklace clicked in place and the hands lingered only a moment longer. With her eyes still closed Santana forced herself to breathe regularly. Just as she got her breathing under control, there was a faint pressure on her lips. Who knew that kissing could feel so wonderful? The rational part of her mind was telling her that this was wrong, that this would only hurt Brittany in the long run. But being like all humans, she was selfish, wanting to savor the moment and fuck. It was good. Santana had no idea that the lack of response on her end would made Brittany think that she had interpreted all the signs wrong.

Brittany pulled back quickly, apologizing over and over. Without waiting for a answer or a sign, she ran and for the first time in her life, Santana's reflexes failed her. Her left hand reached out to stop the blonde but missed, passing through where she had just been a moment earlier. As she got up, the front door slammed closed. Santana ran out after to try to explain, to stop her, to do anything that would bring her back. But when she got outside, Brittany was nowhere to be seen.