A/N: I was going to have this up sooner, I don't really have an excuse, it was my birthday on the 2nd so I've been lazy, sorry about that :P

Part Seventeen

"How about Bambi?" she asked, looking through her limited DVD collection, "When he tries to walk on the ice he looks like you and Rory dancing…"

"Whatever."

"That's it…" Brittany turned to face him starting to become agitated, "talk to me Finn, you do remember I'm the one that just got out of hospital for almost killing myself, right? But you're the one who is acting completely depressed. I thought we were going to try and be happy."

"Yeah… let's just watch the movie and be happy," he told her, giving an unconvincing smile.

"Leave,"

"What?" he asked, starting to panic.

"I don't mean like that, I'm not kicking you out," she picked up his keys and placed them in his hands, "go downstairs, get in your car, go to her house and tell her you love her. Moping wont help."

"I don't want to, Brittany… She doesn't want me to, I'm pretty sure she hates me right about now," he took her hand and pulled her onto the bed, "come here, I'm supposed to be looking after you, come give me a cuddle and lets watch Bambi."

"Okay," she said smiling, almost as unconvincingly as him.

"Brittany…" he said, trying to figure out how best to phrase his question, "have you… have you spoke to San?"

"No," she told him, her smiling fading instantly, "I've rang her… and texted and emailed and Facebook messaged… I was even tempted to put a letter in the post but I didn't know how to do the address… She won't talk to me, Finn" she explained, sounding defeated.

"Brittany, don't worry, she will forgive you. She just needs some space; otherwise she would have ended it. If she didn't break up with you that means there must be a part of her that still wants to be with you, and I've seen the way she looks at you so I know that's a very big part of her…"

"She doesn't…"

"Of course she does, just give her time."

"Finn you don't get it!" she shouted, surprising him. A tear began to run down her cheek and she wiped away with her sleeve, "She did break up with me… as soon as I told her, I didn't tell you because I thought if I didn't talk about it I could pretend it didn't happen…"

"Brittany…" he said, unable to think of something to say to her. More tears began to run down her cheeks and he pulled her close to him, cradling her in his arms. "You should go to her, ask her to take you back and don't give up until she says yes, you need to be with her. You love her and she loves you, you belong together, Brits."

"I just told you to do the exact same thing with, Quinn, if you won't why should I? You love her, she loves you, what's the difference?"

"The difference is that I'm also in love with Rachel… Me and Quinn, we've been there before, I kinda ended up leaving her remember?" he sighed, trying to hold back his frustration at himself, "How would it be fair to ask her to go through that again? Especially since this time I love you as well… One other girl is bad enough, two would probably drive her to kill me."

"Why do you love me, Finn? I don't get it, I lie, I cheat, I'm stupid, I've screwed nearly every guy in school and a few of the girls too, and as you know not all of them were single," She continued crying silently as she listed all of the things she hated about herself, "I used Artie, I've almost ruined glee club a few times… Did you know the first thing I did when I found out Quinn was pregnant was make a joke about her buying sweat pants? I'm such a bitch!" she shouted, her crying becoming more severe.

"No, Brittany, no you're not," he wiped away her tears and looked into her eyes, "You're beautiful and kind and caring, you're the most fun and bubbly person I've ever met, yeah you did some things you aren't proud of, but so did I, so did Quinn and Puck and Santana and pretty much everyone else we're friends with. The important thing is that you changed, you realised it was wrong and you're becoming a better person. You've become a better person. You don't see the way people really look at you Brittany, all you see is people either gawking at you cause you're hot or laughing at you cause they think you're not smart. But you miss the people that look at you in wonder because they don't understand how you became such a genius, you might not be book smart, but you're people smart, you understand emotions and feelings better than anybody I have ever met. You don't see the way people look at you when you dance, that mix of admiration and awe because you move in a way most people didn't even realise was possible until they saw you. You don't see the pure pride and happiness that me and San and Quinn and everyone else in glee club feel just because we have a friend like you, someone who is brave and compassionate, the kind of girl who loves guys and girls and would never be ashamed of what people thought about that. I love you because even though I have and still am screwing up your life, even though you just got out of hospital and need looking after more than anybody else and even though I'm a complete douchebag a lot of the time, it's never about you, it's always about the other person, you put everybody else first, you're selfless, and that is why I love you…"

"Thank you…" she told him just before his lips collided with hers, feeling as if they were burning into her skin. Her mind seemed to slow for a moment but it quickly returned to her and she pushed him away.

"Oh my god, Brittany, I'm sorry!" He backed away, feeling guilty, "I don't know what came over me, well that's a lie, I do know, but I shouldn't have gave into it, I'm sorry… Can we-" he began to ask but he was interrupted by her lips on his, much softer and more gentle than his kiss, she was less desperate but more deliberate. He kissed back, relishing each second before she pulled away.

"It's okay, Finn, I think I just pushed you away cause I was surprised… But this is confusing, for both of us, Rachel, Quinn, San…" she almost began to cry at the mention of the last name but held it back, "There's a lot going on in our heads right now, so if this, if us is going to happen, it can't be yet, we need to know it's what we want, not just a back up plan."

"Deal," he told her, smiling at her, "so how about you press play, Bambi has been on the menu screen for about twenty minutes…"

Brittany brushed the hair off his forehead, smiling to herself, as he slept.

"Now I know why Quinn was a morning person when she lived with you, you still have that goofy smile even while you sleep," she whispered, so that she wouldn't wake him. "And I'm going to shut up now, I'm pretty much talking to myself." She thought about the things he had said to her earlier and how much she knew he cared about her. As much as she tried to resist it, the feelings from their drunken night began to resurface. He made her feel safe, wanted, happy. 'And horny, don't forget horny!' she resisted the urge to laugh at the voice in her head but a small giggle escaped. Finn began to rouse and his eyes opened, his smile brightening when he saw her watching him.

"So much for being able to sleep through anything and everything," she said, feeling slightly frustrated, "Hey."

"Hey…" he said, his eyes looking slightly glassy.

"I changed my mind."

"What about?"

"Before, I said we shouldn't be together yet and I still mean that, but I changed my mind about the kiss… And taking it further."

"I thought you said we should take time to figure out what we want."

"Well, it's more who we want that needs figuring out… what is much easier…"

"What are you on about?"

"Me and Santana might be over, I don't know whether to accept that or not, you and Rachel are over and you aren't sure if you have moved on or not, and you also don't know who you want to move on to. But when it comes to what you want…" she smirked at him and wet her lips, deciding to be blunt, "Can you honestly say you don't want to fuck me right now?"

His lips met hers in an instant and she kissed back ferociously, his hands winding through her hair. She pushed him onto his back and straddled him then began to kiss and nibble at his neck; she pulled her t-shirt over her head and threw it across the room before doing the same with his. He sat up, her still straddling his lap and bit hard onto her shoulder.

"Fuck!"

"Shit, did I hurt you?"

"Yeah…" she said, before smirking again, "I kinda liked it." He returned her grin and bit into her shoulder once again, satisfaction washing over him as she gasped. "You know what? Screw the foreplay; I'm already way too horny… So take your pants off, tonight is gonna be fun," she laughed, winking at him.

A/N: I'm already part way done with the next chapter, so hopefully it wont be as long a wait this time.