Author's Note: So I've had more time and more inspiration. Therefore that means NEW CHAPTER! I'm trying to do two updates this week. Here's to hoping lol. Thanks for all the comments and support. They really do make my day especially after watching glee and crying over how Santana is so heartbroken and Brittany's an idiot : ( Anyways here's a new chapter. ENJOY : )

Chapter Thirteen

Brittany's POV

San and I are doing our homework at my kitchen table. It's become our routine lately, after I repeatedly told Santana that I couldn't hangout with her until my homework was finished. So Santana decided to solve that problem and come over after school to do homework with me. My mom was cool with it, but we weren't allowed to stay in my room alone while we worked. I think she knows Santana just as well as I do some days.

I feel Santana run her foot up my leg while I'm concentrating on trig. I use my leg to shove hers away from me. She takes the hint, but tries again a minute later. I try to hide my smile, but I'm failing miserably. I'm trying not to let her distract me, but it's becoming difficult as her foot goes higher.

"San, seriously I have three problems left. Just let me finish and I'm all yours," I say, not once looking up from my homework. She removes her foot to my relief.

I'm almost finished with my last problem when my mom comes bursting into the kitchen. She's out of breath and she's waving an envelope frantically in the air.

"Open it! Open it! Open it!" She's panting and yelling at me.

"Okay just sit down and breathe," I say quickly pulling out a chair for her to sit in, but she refuses. I take the letter from her hands and I feel my heart stop when I read the heading on the envelope: Julliard: Dance Drama Music. Breathing is becoming hard. I open the letter and carefully read it. I can feel tears being to well up in my eyes.

"Oh sweetie it's okay. It was a really tough school," my mom says when she sees the tears in my eyes.

I shake my head and hand her the letter. She reads it and begins to cry. She gets up and engulfs me into a tight huge. "I am so proud of you."

"It's just an audition," I say, but honestly I'm shocked.

"They're still giving you a chance. We never thought this would happen," my mom says.

Santana interrupts and asks really confused. "Um what's going on?"

I chuckle and hand her the letter. She reads it, looks up at me and then reads it again.

"Oh my god!" she exclaims. "My baby's gonna audition for Julliard!"

San pulls me into a hug and then kisses me sweetly on the lips. Suddenly, a brilliant idea pops into my head.

"Will you come with me to the auditions?" I ask.

"Of course," she says.

"This causes for a celebratory dinner. I'm making all your favorites and you're staying for dinner Santana," my mom says and demands of Santana.

I laugh at my mom a little. Santana and I go into the family room and sit on the couch as I reread the letter for a third time. After a few minutes have passed Santana clears her throat.

"Baby, why didn't you tell me you applied to Julliard?" she asks.

"I sent them an audition tape and an application at the beginning of the school year. I knew my grades sucked and I thought I didn't stand a chance at even getting a live audition. I just didn't want to get my hopes up," I say.

"They would be crazy not to accept you. You're the most beautiful and most graceful dancer I have ever laid eyes upon," she says sweetly and I kiss her for it.

"Thanks babe."

"So I guess it's a good thing I applied to Columbia and NYU then," she laughs.

"Yeah I guess it is," I say. Suddenly, I realize that San and I have never had the college talk. I mean up until this past year I always expect me to stay in Ohio, but now with my improving grades and awesome dance skills I have more opportunities.

"I'm guessing we need to have the 'future/college' talk now huh?" Santana asks as if already reading my mind.

"Yeah," I say.

"So where else did you apply?" she asks cautiously. I can tell she's hoping I applied to some of the same or close to the same colleges as her.

"Well I sent audition tapes and applications to Julliard, NYU, and UCLA. UCLA has already offered me a cheerleading scholarship along with Ohio State and Michigan State. Where did you apply?" I ask hesitantly.

"NYU, Columbia, Brown, UCLA, and Dartmouth."

"Wow! Those are great schools." It's funny without knowing it we kept within the same close region of colleges. "Santana, I want you to go to whatever school you want to go to."

"But what about us?" she asks.

"Babe, I believe we are meant to be so it's going to work itself out, but I'm not going to hold you back. I want us to make a promise to each other right here. We promise to allow the other to reach their full potential no matter what. Our dreams should come first because no matter what we will somehow always find each other," I say with as much heart and love as I have for Santana.

"I love you," she says to me and kisses me. "And that's a promise I am willing to make and keep for you baby."

Within a few hours my mom has dinner ready and she wasn't kidding she has all my favorites. There's lasagna, salad, and garlic bread. It's simple, but my favorite. When Santana and I sit down my mom's smile hasn't faded one bit since I opened the letter.

"Mom seriously, it's just an audition," I say with a shrug playing it off as if it doesn't matter.

"Yeah, sweetie, but this is a big deal. And no matter what happens I'm proud of you no matter what," she says with all her heart. "Your father would be so proud."

I stop chewing and look at her. Sure we talk about my dad from time to time, but I know how hard it is for her to bring him up even after six years. But she's right my dad would be proud. Santana grabs my hand and gives it a loving squeeze. We continue dinner and I love these dinners when I get to have both my girlfriend and my mom are with me. It's because those who really love me surround me. After dinner, we eat some ice cream for dessert and then it's time for Santana to go home. I walk her to her car.

"So will you ask your parents if you can come with me to New York in two weeks. You'll only miss one day of school, I promise," I say as I open her car door.

"Babe, no matter what they say I'll make sure I'm there," she says. "But I'll either call you later or tell you tomorrow what they say."

"Okay, bye San," I say and lean in for a kiss.

"Bye babe," she says and leans the rest of the way in for a sweet kiss.

I can't help the smile that has taken over my face. I can't remember being this happy ever. Life is just going so well right now. Even if I don't get into Julliard, I can still go to UCLA. I mean Santana applied there too and I doubt she didn't get in. She's extremely smart; any school would want her.

I wait for Santana to call, but she never does. It doesn't surprise me. I bet her parents didn't get home until late and that's when she asked them. When I wake up I'm greet with a text from San, but a frown quickly covers my face when I read the text. Hey, babe I don't need a ride to school I'll see you there. xoxo That's weird we always go to school together. For months one of us drives the other to school, something's wrong.

I get dressed and get ready for school. I'm a little anxious. I wonder what's up. When I get to school, Santana is nowhere insight. About five minutes before the bell rings I see Santana walking towards me. From what I can see nothing is physically wrong with her. When she gets closer I can see her eyes better and it looks like she's barely slept.

"Hey are you okay?" I ask concern laced in my voice.

I see her take a deep breath. "My mom found out about us."

Oh no cliffhanger! : P

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