A/N: I didn't expect this to take so long to upload, I knew what I wanted to write but for some reason I just couldn't get the words out.

Part Twenty

"Hey Finn!" Brittany called to him from the other end of the hallway, "Have you heard yet? People are saying there was a couple having sex in the school parking lot last night!" she told him, giggling.

"What?" he asked, his eyes widening in terror. She cocked her head to the side as she looked at him and then her eyes shot open. She dragged him to a secluded part of the hallway and pressed his back against the wall.

"Was that you and Quinn?" she asked, incredulous.

"How…" he breathed.

"I can read you like a book, Finn. One for little kids with pictures and really big writing." She started bouncing on her heels excitedly. "Does this mean you are back together?"

"No," he told her, sighing and staring at the floor. "I think I really fucked up, I saw her in the parking lot and she was ignoring me. I don't know how it happened but we started kissing, then more… But afterwards she sorta freaked out when I told her I love her. She said it shouldn't have happened and she was still angry about you and well then, then I told her she was just like Rachel." Brittany winced. "I know, mistake… Then she got mad, told me to never speak to her again and left."

"Oh, Finn, I'm sorry," she told him, pulling him into a tight hug.

"How are things going with Santana?" he asked when she let him go.

"She asked me out on a date…" Brittany told him, still unsure how to feel. "I'm really nervous, we haven't fixed anything and I don't even know why she asked me out"

"Well maybe that's why she want's to go on a date, to try and fix things," he told her with a reassuring smile. "You just need to make sure it's a really good date. Like when I kiss Quinn, we both feel fireworks. Well, I do, I don't think she does anymore. Just kiss her, kiss her and then you will know whether you both feel something.

"I guess, I'll talk to you later, bye," she said before kissing him on the cheek and running off to class.

Brittany looked up at Santana from across the table, hundreds of things running through her mind. Their date had become awkward quickly and more than half of the meal had been spent in silence, both of them idly playing with their food.

"This spaghetti is really good," she said, hoping to start some sort of conversation to kill the awkward silence.

"Yeah, it is," Santana replied with a weak smile. Brittany sulked staring back down at her plate. She was torn, half of her wanted to just get up and run away so she would never have to deal with the thought that Santana might not love her anymore but the other half wanted to take Finn's advice to the extreme and jump across the table and give Santana the most heartfelt kiss of her life.

Desert came and went with so little interaction between the two of them that when Santana asked the waitress for the check Brittany almost jumped in surprise. They walked to the car in complete silence, Brittany subtly watching Santana from the corner of her eye. The silent dinner might have been about half as painful if Santana didn't look so unbelievably stunning. Her hair was pushed behind her left ear leaving her hair to fall in waves down her back and over her right shoulder. She wore a simple red dress reminiscent of the one she wore for Burt and Carole's wedding and her make up was subtle but the way her lip-gloss reflected the light made it even harder to resist grabbing her and forcing her into that planned kiss.

The drive back to her house was only fifteen minutes but by the time they were half way it already felt like it had been twenty. She watched Santana as she drove; she looked overly tense which was unusual for Santana because she was usually sort of a careless driver. Brittany knew it was the date that had left her feeling tense and she started to wonder whether Santana had regretted asking her out in the first place. She remembered the state she had been in when Santana had asked her crying and vulnerable, pathetically pleading for forgiveness that she didn't deserve. There was only one reason she could think of for Santana asking her out, a pity date.

"San?" she asked as they pulled onto Brittany's street, "Why did you ask me on a date?"

"Do I need a reason?" Santana replied as she pulled over outside of Brittany's house. Brittany felt herself becoming frustrated at Santana for avoiding the question.

"You know, I get you're angry at me but it's kind of cruel to lead me on with some sort of pathetic pity date," she shot back angrily. She got out of the car making a point of slamming the door and then walked up the path towards her house.

"What the fuck!" Santana half yelled from behind her, Brittany turned round to see Santana had gotten out of the car and followed her.

"It's obvious you didn't want to be there with me tonight!" Brittany retorted, her eyes welling up. She could tell Santana was offended but her anger quickly subsided and she sighed.

"This… this was a mistake," she said, avoiding eye contact. "I'm gonna go home, Brit."

"Don't just walk away from me!" Brittany ordered, desperation quickly replacing the anger she had felt moments ago.

"I'm sorry, Brittany." She started to step backwards towards her car, "I just don't know if we're going to work out."

Brittany panicked; dread filled her making her stomach churn and the night quickly seemed much colder. She remembered Finn's advice; she just had to find out if Santana still felt something and without hesitation she lunged forward, her lips searching for Santana's. She was pushed backwards and Santana looked at her seemingly stuck between anger and confusion.

"I'm sorry…" Brittany choked out, her tears finally falling. "I'm sorry! It's just that Finn told me that when he kissed Quinn they both used to feel fireworks and I just thought maybe if I could just kiss you I would find out if you still felt something… I was stupid; I'm stupid. I'm sorry…"

She turned on the spot and ran for her door but before she had made more than 2 steps, Santana grabbed her arm and pulled her into a very desperate kiss. Brittany kissed back clinging to every moment in Santana's arms like it was her last moment on earth.

"I definitely still feel something Brittany," Santana told her when their lips finally parted. "I'm sorry the date was so bad… I just… well I'm sorry."

"I love you, Santana…" Brittany told her through her never-ending tears. "I know you're mad at me but I'll wait for forever until you don't hate me anymore I promise!" She wanted to say more but found herself in Santana's embrace again, their lips working so hard her tongue and jaw were beginning to ache.

"I can't hate you Brittany," Santana told her, barely whispering. Her tears had begun to fall too but her sobs were almost silent. "I'm sorry I even tried to hate you, you were drunk, I was upset but I wish I never blamed you."

She threw herself at Brittany once again pushing her backwards so Brittany eventually found herself with her back pressed to her front door. She spun Santana around, pressing her against the door instead and her hand quickly found its way to the hem of Santana's dress, she snaked it up the inside of her thigh without hesitation, Santana's breathing becoming more shallow and faster. Brittany slipped her hand under Santana's underwear and into her without a second thought but after a moment Santana pulled her hand away and broke the kiss, panting heavily.

"You're parents are like, on the other side of that door Brit, we can't do this here," She explained smirking slightly. "I need to go home now, we'll fix us, I promise."

"Bye San," Brittany said, giving Santana a gentle kiss on the cheek. Santana began to walk back to her car but she turned back to face Brittany after a few paces.

"I will always love you, Brittany S. Pierce, no matter what."

A/N: The next chapter is already finished so I will upload it tomorrow. Promise.