DISCLAIMER: I don't own Glee and its characters except my creative mind. And that's what you missed on Glee! *wink*

A/N: Hi there! Sorry it took so long to post this, I had final exams on the way so...okay, enough excuses, on with the story. :)

CHAPTER 2: I Never Told You

"I miss those blue eyes

How you kiss me at night

I miss the way we sleep

But I never told you

What I should have said

No, I never told you

I just held it in"

"1 missed call: Brittany"

"Oh. My. God..." I literally jumped out of the bed and paced back and forth while trying to dial Quinn's number. Yeah, Quinn. She's the first person I'd ask for help with this kind of situation, well any situation actually. I've been trying to call her several times now but she's not answering her phone. "Fffff…Q, pick up the phone!" I placed my palm on my forehead as I started to feel a little bit of frustration. "Arrgh!" I groaned while I threw my phone to the bed and hurriedly ran into the bathroom. I had my teeth brushed, my face washed, and I was back to my bedroom, all in a matter of 2 minutes. I put my shoes on not even bothering to changes my clothes. Screw it. I have to get to Quinn ASAP.

10 minutes later;

"Hi Sab, is Quinn here?" I asked the secretary who's working on her desk. I've been visiting Quinn's office at least once a week ever since she has been promoted to Junior Marketing Manager a year ago hence the staff are kind of used to seeing me here.

"Oh hi Miss Santana, good morning." She greeted politely as she looked up to me. "Her meeting with her client just ended a while ago. You may—". I was sprinting to the office before she could finish her sentence.

"Quinn!" I screeched as soon as I opened the glass door. "You wouldn't believe what I have to tell you."

"Good morning to you too, Santana." She expressionlessly said without looking at me while typing non-stop on her computer. It's her normal façade whenever she's busy working with anything she get her hands on. "What brings you—wait, did you personally delivere the pizza to me? Oh I'm so touched. But isn't it too early for lunch?" She smirked still not looking away from the computer. I walked closer towards her desk but I remained standing.

"I-I got a call last night, I mean earlier this morning after I got your text message. But I missed it, well intentionally, because I thought it was you messing around a-and I was just too tired to answer any call." I nervously explained. I didn't notice I've been pacing back and forth until Quinn got my attention.

"And why did you think I'd do that? Do I look like someone who thinks pizza is more important than her best friend who needs to take a rest?"

"Well that's what I thought. But then when I checked my phone I saw that it was—"

"Brittany?" I stopped pacing, surprised by Quinn's accurate guess, or so I thought. I looked at her with a shocked expression and noticed that she was smiling at my direction while she stopped doing her work.

"Yes! It was Brittany." I said while nodding frantically. "I was trying to call you earlier to tell you that so I could ask for advice since I don't know what to do because I have no idea why on earth she was calling me. Wait, how did you know?" Quinn was still smiling like a fool. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion when I realized that we wasn't paying attention to anything I've said.

"Did you forget something?" She tilted her head and glanced past me still with the smile on her face. I followed her gaze and turned around to see who she was talking to. Then I saw a familiar pair of blue.

"Britt..." I whispered. My body froze and my mind went a million light years far from where I've been standing. After the divorce settlement 2 years ago, I've only met her twice: the first encounter was when she showed up in front of our apartment, a month after she moved out, because she forgot to bring Lord Tubbington's favorite Minion plushie. Like, seriously? She'd go all through that trouble just to please that grumpy old cat. Geez. The next encounter happened exactly a year ago when…

(Flashback)

"Quinn, do we really have to do this?" I asked as we walked inside an Italian restaurant.

"Eating real food won't hurt, Santana. Not to mention going outside every once in a while. Look at yourself, you're like some Hispanic vampire. Your skin could use some sunlight, you're getting pale." She said while we were seated on a table.

"It's because I work at night. Do you expect people to go to a bar and drown their assess off in broad daylight while the band plays for them? It just wouldn't make any sense." I huffed.

"Well, there's this thing called day-off so people can take their time from their work and go out and have some fun."

"That's exactly the reason why I have a job. It's what I do for a living. I perform with my band to entertain those people especially during their day-offs." I shrugged while Quinn just rolled her eyes.

"Whatever. We're making this a weekly plan. We go out, have lunch, see a movie, go shopping, or whatever we can do during daytime. And consider it my treat 'coz I got promoted!" She said excitedly with a toothy smile while the waitress came to our table and gave us the menu. "Go order whatever you want, it's on me." The waitress told us to call her whenever we're ready to place our order as she walked back to her station to get us some water.

"Of course it's should be, it's your plan after all. Like I would—". I was staring blankly at the menu while my chin was resting on my knuckle when Quinn cut me off.

"Is that…?" She asked with her eyes narrowed and furrowed eyebrows as she tilted her head on her right side to look past me. I mimicked her expression before I followed her gaze and twisted my body to have a clear view. And as clear as the blue sky, I saw her and her pair of beautiful eyes that I loved so much. And I still do. Those sparkling—wait, what? I quickly turned back to face Quinn and ducked my head like I was trying to hide or something.

"Hey Quinn!" I whispered loud enough for her to hear. She looked at me like I'm some crazy or something. "Did she see me? Did she notice that we're here? Who's that guy she's talking to? And why the hell is she looking at him like he's some kind of a 6-foot chocolate fondue?"

"First of all, why are you whispering? As if they can hear us, they're like 15 feet away from us. Second, I don't think she noticed us being here but if she did I'm sure she'll acknowledge our presence. And lastly, I don't know who the guy is, a friend maybe?"

"A friend? Just a friend? Didn't you see the way she looks at him? Look at her smile, and her eyes. They're freaking sparkling. She only does that whenever she sees something she really liked…like the way she used to look at me." I frowned at the memory.

"Why don't you ask her?" She asked innocently as if it's the most natural thing to do.

"And why would I do that?" I leaned back and crossed my arms defensively.

"Hmm…If you don't want to then I will."

"NO!" I didn't intend to raise my voice. I looked around and saw a few people turned their heads towards my direction. I cleared my throat and held the menu a bit higher to hide my face from embarrassment. "Why would you do that?" I said in a lower voice while paying my attention on the menu.

"Why not?" She shrugged while reading the menu as well. "Just say hi or something. She's your ex-wife after all."

"You want me to come over and say 'Hi ex-wife, I missed you. Oh hello there mister, I'm Santana. Who the hell are you and were you trying to hypnotize her?' no way I'm gonna do that." I said defensively with a hint of annoyance. "Can we just go back? Or eat somewhere else?" I put the menu down on the table and pushed my chair back.

"Where are you going?" Quinn raised her head to look at me with bewildered expression.

"If you wanna stay, go have lunch by yourself." I pushed myself up but when I was about to turn around and leave, all I felt was cold water all over my face down to my chest. I froze at my spot as if I've turned into ice.

"Oh my God I'm so sorry Miss!" The next thing I knew was that the waitress quickly took a table napkin and was dabbing my wet face staring blankly with my mouth open.

"Santana?" A familiar voice snapped me back to reality. But I'm sure it wasn't Quinn's, that voice was the only sound that can make my stomach I put myself together and gathered the courage to look at the person who called me. Then I saw them again, those beautiful blue eyes, now closer to me. "Are you okay?" She asked, genuinely concerned.

My body suddenly felt like it just went under a climate change when my cheeks felt a hundred degrees centigrade higher. "Uh yeah, I'm okay. Hi ba—uhh, Brittany." I greeted in a low voice not tearing my gaze at her eyes.

"Oh hi Brittany, nice to see you here! How've you been?" I heard Quinn greet them casually from behind as she walked up beside me.

"Hi Quinn! It's good to see you too." She beamed as she gestured at the man beside her and introduced us. "This is Quinn, my good friend and this is Santana, my—"

"Best friend! I'm her best friend." I blurted out and I saw Brittany's eyebrows raised and looked at me like I'm some sort of freak. Good thing that the guy didn't see her, I don't want this situation to be any more awkward.

I didn't know what came to my mind. All I know is that I don't want to embarrass Brittany by embarrassing myself more than I already did because of that stupid waitress. I don't intend to build Brittany up to that guy and help her give him a good impression but I don't want him, or any person, to look down on her either just because her ex-wife is clumsy.

"Hi, I'm Jeremy." He smiled while offered his right hand. At first I hesitated, but then I took his hand and shook it not just because he's polite and civil and all but also because Britt is there and I don't want her to think that I'm acting strange. Then he turned to Quinn and did the same. He looked at his wrist watch with his eyes brows furrowed. "Oh, excuse me ladies but we really have to go." He said with a weak smile and nodded to Brittany.

"I'll be there in a minute." Britt said while he started to walk outside. She turned to us and smiled. "Bye Quinn, Santana. It's nice to see you again." That last comment was for me, I can definitely feel it. Or should I say I'm badly hoping so. She waved us goodbye and started to walk outside.

"Britt, wait!" She stopped walking and turned around to face me.

"Yeah?"

"I-uhh…" I gulped. "Take good care of yourself." I internally face palmed.

"You too." She said as she walked further away from me until she was beyond my sight.

(Present time);

"Santana." Her voice snapped me back to reality while I remained staring at her blue orbs. They're still as beautiful and mesmerizing. Not to mention the way she dresses, the heather gray trench coat matched with a black turtle neck under it, tight fitting black pants, black leather boots, and her wavy blonde locks falling freely on her shoulders, she never looked better. I'm not saying that she was less pretty back when I last saw her even when she wears lose sweat shirts most of the time, it's just that right now she is…glowing. "I tried calling you earlier this morning but-oh, just a sec." She walked past me and went to Quinn's desk. "Hey Quinn, yeah, I forgot my grocery bag, they're treats for Lord Tubbington. You know how grumpy he gets when I don't bring him home his treats so I bought them while I was on my way here." She chirped as she picked up the grocery bag which was under the chair in front of Quinn's desk. Again? All that trouble for that fat old cat? I just don't get it. But this time I think I have to thank him because I wouldn't bump into Britt if it wasn't for that.

"Well, since you two are already here, why don't you set the meeting right now?" Quinn suggested as she shot me a knowing look.

"That would be great—". Britt and I said in unison as my head whipped at her direction with all the hopes in the world raining on me. Quinn looked back and forth at the both of us with a smirk playing on her lips.

"—but I have to go." She glanced at the wall clock while I followed her gaze, 15 minutes before 10 AM. "I have uhm…a lunch meeting."

"But what about—". I'm already feeling frustrated since I don't have the slightest idea what's going on. First, I don't have any answer yet as to why Britt tried to call me at an ungodly hour. Next is I don't know why she was here and that seemed like she had a meeting with Quinn. And now she's rushing to get out of here because of some lunch meeting. Lunch at 10? Seriously?

"I'm sorry. I'll just call you later." All I did was nod while she closed the door behind her.

"Hey Q." I turned around and saw her back to typing on the computer. "We'll just have to go pick up your pizza."

A/N: I bet you already know what Santana was planning to do. But mind you, you should expect the unexpected. =)

A/N 2: So, as I have mentioned on my A/N from the previous chapter, adapting lines from songs is becoming a habit. It's sort of a two-way thing: one is that sometimes a song would play in my head and I'd come up with a story line hence the inspiration. And the other is that I need to find a song (if I came up with a story line first) that would be appropriate for the chapter so that the readers could relate more. Either way, I'm doing my best to please most of you if not everyone. I'm open for suggestions! Cheers!

A/N 3: The song is "I Never Told You" by Colbie Caillat