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"So to answer your question, it's never going to be too much to ask me to come home."

Brittany's breath touched her lips, but she pulled away, heart pounding in her chest. "Britt…"

"Santana please come home…" Brittany's voice cracked. Santana released their hands.

"Soon, but I can't right now…" She turned and started the walk back to Quinn's and left a heartbroken Brittany standing in front of their apartment building.

She didn't look back, if she did she would certainly change her mind. Her heart and her head were pulling her in two different directions. Her mind didn't really know if she was ready to be around Brittany like that again. But her heart was calling her home. Because home was Brittany. She couldn't pick one side to go with.

She reached Quinn's apartment around midnight and quietly opened the door and snuck inside. She assumed Quinn would be asleep, but as she reached the couch she saw Quinn was sitting in her favorite chair, reading a book. "How did it go stud?"

Santana didn't say anything, she slipped off her heals and sat down heavily on the couch. "That bad huh?"

She shook her head. "It was an amazing night. I just…"

Quinn shut her book with a snap and threw it on the coffee table. "You fucked up?"

Santana chuckled "Leave it to me." She rubbed her hands over her face and sighed.

"I'm gonna give you some tough love Santana. Stop making this so damn hard. Brittany loves you and if you could see the way she looks at you…you wouldn't be here right now. Stop the pity party and get your shit together." Quinn got up and walked into her room, shutting the door quietly behind her.

After changing into some sweats and a t-shirt, Santana laid down and tried to sleep. Her mind quickly drifted to Brittany and she gave up on sleeping. She stared at the ceiling and slapped her forehead.

Yet again, even though she hated to admit it, Quinn was right. Brittany loved her. And she loved Brittany. The only thing standing between them being together again was Santana herself.

She threw her blanket off and slipped on some shoes. Then grabbing her jacket she ran out of Quinn's apartment and started walking back to her apartment. Back to her home.

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She knocked softly on the door. She thought she would be more nervous, but she wasn't. "Come on Britt…" She whispered to herself. She knocked again, louder. Then she heard a rustle behind the door and heard the chain on the door slip either off or on before the door creaked opened.

The chain wasn't on and Brittany appeared, leaning against the door jam. She didn't seem surprised that it was Santana, it looked more like she was ripping off a Band-Aid. "What is it Santana?"

Santana swallowed and said the only thing that came to her mind. "How many times have I told you that you shouldn't open the door without the chain?" Brittany dipped her head and barely smiled "I mean, I know you don't check the peep hole because the distortion freaks you out. But please use the chain."

"I had it on and the dead bolt was locked." Brittany's hand played with the handle.

"You're supposed to keep it on when you open the door, that's the whole point." There was a large amount of weight behind her words.

"Why would you try to chain something that would prevent something you want from coming in?" Brittany understood her metaphor and smiled at her.

"You knew it was me?" Santana asked shyly.

"Of course I did…" Santana's feelings overwhelmed her and she surged forward and crashed their lips together. She forced Brittany inside and closed the door behind them. She reconnected their lips and Brittany pushed her against the wall. Things heated up quickly and stopping was the last thing Santana wanted to do, but she pulled back and stroked Brittany's cheek. The blonde was grinning at her with pleasure.

"Ask me again?" Santana's eyes pleaded for the question Brittany had asked not too long ago.

"Will you come home?" Santana nodded and kissed her once again. "Thank you Santana."

"I love you." Santana tucked a strand of blonde hair behind her ear and sighed.

"I love you too." Brittany kissed her forehead and embraced the shorter woman. "So we're us again?"

"Yeah Britt. We're us again."

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When Santana woke up, she was immediately hit with an overwhelming scent. But it was a good overwhelming. It was Brittany. It was comforting.

She was spooning her from behind and their legs were tangled together. Nothing happened last night, but Santana felt a surge of pleasure run through her. She felt more rested and content than she had in more than a year now.

She heard Brittany's breathing change as she kissed her neck and then her cheek. Their hands that rested over Brittany's stomach, were moved up, and with her eyes still shut, Brittany kissed the top of Santana's hand.

"Good morning" Santana spoke with her mouth near Brittany's ear. The air tickled Brittany and she let out a giggle.

She moved her body around and laid facing Santana. It was a sight she had been longing for since she got back. She leaned over and placed a tender kiss on Santana's lips and settled back down.

They just laid there staring at each other and holding hands, frequently sharing little touches and kisses.

Santana glanced over Brittany's shoulder at the clock and cursed "Fuck." She got up and went into the bathroom. Brittany followed, worried maybe she had done something wrong.

"What's wrong? Where are you going?" Santana pulled off her t-shirt and through it in her hamper. Brittany couldn't help but smile at what was before her.

"I have class like now and god I can't miss this class" She dropped her sweats to the ground and then climbed into the shower.

Brittany took the sweats and put them in the hamper and then went into the kitchen and started fixing something to eat that Santana could take with her, along with coffee.

Santana rushed out wearing a white button down and a pencil skirt. Brittany held out a bagel, fixed just the way she liked it, and a thermos of coffee. Santana slowed herself down and smiled. She put one hand on Brittany's cheek and kissed her. "Thank you." She took the items in Brittany's hands and then hurried towards the door. But before she walked out she stopped and faced Brittany "I love you."

"I love you too." They exchanged smiles and then she closed the door behind her.

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Before going to her class, she had to stop by Quinn's apartment and pick up her books, and that threw her even later.

She entered the class, luckily right as her professor was giving them their assignment. "Ah Ms. Lopez. Nice of you to finally join us." He gestured for her to have a seat, and she took her empty spot next to Quinn. He continued on and Quinn nudged her elbow against Santana's arm.

"You could have at least let me know. You know like a note would have been nice." Santana took out her notepad and started copying the notes written on the board. She just ignored her and rushed to copy the notes as the professor started erasing the board. Quinn nudged her again and Santana dropped her pen and glared at her.

"What?" Quinn smirked at her and she couldn't find what was funny about her being late to class.

"Will you relax, I'll make you copies of my notes. Tell me what happened last night." Santana let out a brief chuckle and shook her head.

"That's none of your business." She slipped a folded piece of paper towards Quinn, who opened it and read the contents. Quinn gave her an eye roll. "Better late than never right?"

Quinn was about to respond but the professor cut her off. "Ms. Lopez and Ms. Fabray, is there anything important you're discussing or do you just feel the need to interrupt the end of my lector?"

"Sorry Dr. Stevens. Won't happen again." Santana clarified and Quinn gave her a look to suggest they weren't done talking about it.

The class ended twenty minutes later and Quinn waited until they were outside to start pestering Santana again. "So you went home I'm assuming?"

"Yes Quinn I went home." Quinn smiled, it was about damn time.

"I'm glad my tough love worked." Santana arched her eyebrow.

"Who said that was the reason why? Conceited much?"

"You don't know the half of it." She snarled back. "So what happened?"

"I went home. We talked for a little bit and then we went to bed." Quinn gave her a suggestive look and Santana furrowed her brows.

"Gross. Get your mind out of the gutter. It's weird to think about you thinking about my sex life. And no nothing happened. We both agreed to let our hearts catch up before we do anything." Quinn nodded, seemingly in approval.

She was staring at something over Santana's shoulder and Santana turned around to see Brittany. Her hands were clasped in front of her and she was waiting patiently by a street light. "I'll catch you later Lopez." She clapped her on the shoulder and walked past her.

Santana walked over to Brittany and gave her a light kiss. "What are you doing here?"

"You left your phone and I thought I would bring it to you and see if you had time for a coffee or something…" Santana took the device from Brittany's hand and slipped it in her bag. Then she took Brittany's hand.

"I'd love to. Lucy's?" Brittany smiled.

"Sounds perfect."

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