A/N: My readers are awesome. That is all.

After a few more minutes of chatter in the arcade, we went over to the counter to get our balls and clubs for a rousing game of putt-putt. I went up to the counter and reached in my purse to pull out my wallet when Santana hip checked me to the side and gave me a mischievous grin.

"I don't think so, baby. I got this."

"San," I said, laughing, "it's okay, I can pay for putt-putt."

"No, you can't. I can though! This was my idea, so it's my date. I'm paying."

"You're sweet." I leaned in and planted a lingering kiss on her cheek. The guy behind the counter's eyes bulged and a creepy grin crossed his lips. Santana was quick to respond.

"You're gross. Go buy a glossy, perv." We laughed as we walked behind the others towards the first hole. Mike and Tina shot first, and when Tina did better than Mike, he got a good rousing. Mercedes had insisted that Santana and I go before them, so we stepped up to the 'tee' and Santana just stared at me, blankly.

"I don't know what I'm doing, Britt."

"Ok, put your ball on that dot."

She obeyed, and then I stepped in behind her, wrapping an arm around each side of her waist and running them down her arms to her hands. The rush of passion that I had felt earlier in her room returned, and I froze for a moment. The front of my body was on fire as I pressed into her back and I was temporarily lost in her scent. Seconds later, I was snapped out of my daze when I realized, once again, that we were supposed to be playing mini-golf, and she was standing there, putter in hand.

"Britt?" She spoke so softly.

"Uh... yeah, so, step to the ball."

We walked ourselves a few steps forward and I gripped her hands, placing them where they should be on the handle. I whispered in her ear, and saw tiny goosebumps grow on her shoulders as I instructed her.

"Now, baby, keep your arms straight. Try and hit the ball in the middle of the line on the head of the putter. Swing your arms gently but firmly, right at the hole down there." She paused, and still didn't attempt to hit it. "Here, I'll swing with you this time."

Her 'OK' response was whispered and we slowly swung, barely missing the hole on the first hit.

"Oh man! That was so close, San!" She turned around to face me, and I realized that her face was flushed red and her eyes had darkened two shades. "Yeah, uhh... that was great, Brittany. I got it from here." She smiled at me, and I knew she had felt the same sparks I had. She was flustered, blushing and stuttering.

And absolutely adorable.

As she walked down and hit it into the cup with one, effective stroke I prepared myself to play the first hole, when I heard Puck from behind me.

"What, she's not going to molest you while you putt too?"

"What?" I dropped the putter and turned to Puck, anger was radiating off me. I knew he wasn't really okay with everything, but I didn't expect him to be that blatant about things.

"Puck!" Quinn yelled, surprising me. She swatted him on the back of the head, grabbed his elbow and dragged him off to the side, yelling in his ear the whole way.

"I'm sorry, Britt. Ignore the caveman, please." She called over her shoulder at me.

Quinn gotten a lot cooler than she was when I first started at McKinley High, but she still had a little bitchy streak in her. And the smack she laid on his head showed me that she really didn't approve of his comment. I heard Santana walking back over, noticing the commotion between the three of us, but I didn't want her to get in the middle of things. She would pull the razors out of her hair and turn on Puck in a second if she had heard his comment.

"Santana, go on to the next hole with Mike and Tina, please?"

"Brittany, what? What just..."

"Santana," I interrupted her, putting my hands on her belt, "Santana, it's fine, I promise Please go over with Mike."

It was awkward enough having Puck say things like that, I really didn't want there to be a huge scene.

She must have seen the pleading in my eyes, and she started walking over to the couple, but not without shooting Puck a look of hatred without really knowing why. I took a deep breath and walked over to him, glad to see Quinn still shooting him daggers.

"Quinn, give us a second?"

"Sure thing Brittany." She slapped him once more on the arm before sauntering off.

"Puck, look. I know you really have no problem with Santana and I, but this is still all really new, and it'd be much easier on us, not to mention your health if Santana had heard you, to lay off the comments like that for now, okay?"

He looked meek and apologetic, but he tried to cover it up and show off his 'bad boy' persona.

"Yeah, whatever, Britt. My bad." I knew that was about the closest thing I'd get to an apology out of him, so I hugged him and we headed back towards the group when he stopped me.

"Brittany, look. Santana's my girl and all, but I like you, too. Just be careful with her. I don't know what all has happened with you two, but she used to tell me lots of stuff about how she was in love with me. She made me feel like I was the only person in the whole world to her. And then she dumped me two weeks later. So just… just be careful. I don't want you to get hurt, and I know you've got a blind spot when it comes to Santana sometimes."

I froze.

Was he right? Did she really tell Puck the same things she's been telling me?

"Go to hell, Puck." I finally squeaked out as I walked away again, and this time, he didn't try to stop me. I knew I'd regret being mean to him later, but I couldn't help it. What he said hurt, and it scared me. I don't usually lash out at people, but just as I was starting to put my guard down, he said that. I couldn't stop myself. As I approached the others, they could read my face and everyone instantly started asking me what happened.

"Nothing. Santana," I said, turning towards her, "... remember that thing about wanting to ditch? I changed my mind. Let's go."

She nodded and we gave our stuff to Tina and started walking towards the parking lot. She tried to wrap her arm around my waist but I turned to the side and out of her grasp.

"Stop, Santana."

"Brittany, what just happened? Are you okay?"

"Are you deaf, Santana? I said nothing happened. I just want to go home and have some time to myself."

Shit.

"Nevermind, I just realized you can't go home. Your abuela might slit your throat in your sleep."

Santana laughed a little at that statement, but my sideways glare signaled to her that I wasn't trying to be amusing. Her tone got soft, "Well, then where do you want to go? It's up to you. I can just hang out with your sister at your house if you want me to."

We arrived at her car and both got in, just sitting there for several minutes while I thought. She was staring at me, I knew, and I wanted to lock my eyes with hers, but I couldn't. I couldn't shake what Puck had said from my thoughts.

"… she was in love with me. She made me feel like I was the only person in the whole world…"

"Let's go to the pier." Santana nodded and turned the car on. We drove over there in complete silence. Santana had tried to hold my hand several times in the parking lot before I decided where I wanted to go, I hadn't let her. As we approached the pier, I looked at her for the first time since leaving putt-putt, and I saw so much worry and sadness in her eyes. I felt my heart drop to my feet and I realized that I had to talk to her about what Puck had said. I reached over and slid my fingers between hers, seeing a small smile cross her face. She glanced over at me and pulled into a parking spot.

Here goes nothing.

We got out of the car and started walking towards the pier. Santana reached over and took my hand in hers, though I could tell she was hesitant. There were a few families around the pier on the beach playing, and we walked past them in silence, to the very end of the pier. I took off my flip-flops and sat down, staring out over the water. Santana did the same, and we remained silent for a few minutes.

"I need to ask you about something, San."

"Okay, shoot."

I paused for a moment and took a deep breath. "What happened with you and Puck?"

"What? Why do you want to know? I hate talking about exes with my currents."

"Currents? As in, more than one?" I scooted away from her and instantly felt her hands trying to wrap around me and pull me back next to her as she spoke quickly.

"No, Britt, not more than one. It's just you. It's always been just you, even before you knew it."

When she realized that I still wasn't scooting back towards her she buried her face in her hands, and I had to strain to hear her muffled words.

"Why do you want to know about Puck? What brought this on?"

"Just something he said."

"Puck? What the fuck did that asshole say?"

"Hey! Don't talk about him that way. I know he sucks sometimes, but he's a good friend, to both of us."

"What? Now you're defending him? What has gotten into you, Brittany? What did he say?"

I stood up and grabbed my shoes, walking back towards the car without her. She was calling my name, trying to get me to come back, but I just kept walking.

Could Puck be right about her? Why won't she tell me about him? What does she have to hide?

A wrenching feeling in my gut was growing stronger, and I realized the physical effect all of these emotions were having on me. Everything was happening so fast. Within two days we had our first date, first kiss, got caught by her grandmother, she had gotten slapped, we both got laid, and now, after all of the mayhem, it seemed as though it may have been pointless.

She might not mean a word of what she has said to me.

I was about halfway back down the pier and I knew Santana was following me because I could hear her footsteps. My head was spinning with thoughts and Puck's words. My stomach was churning, and all of a sudden, I felt sandwich from earlier making its encore appearance. I got to the side of the pier just in time as I threw up into the water below. I felt Santana rush to my side and grab my hair. I let her.

"Brittany! Oh my gosh, are you okay?"

As if on cue, I threw up again and Santana mumbled, loud enough for me to hear her, "I'll take that as a 'no.'"

Once the feelings passed, I stood up and turned to face her, but I kept my eyes on the ground, not wanting to look her in the eye.

"I can't talk to you until I know more about you and Puck."

Without missing a beat, Santana started talking.

"Ninth grade, February 4th. That's when we started. We had had several classes together, and had innocently flirted all semester. Then we were paired up to do a chemistry project together, and when we were "studying" one day, one thing led to another. It lasted a little over three months. He really didn't mean much to me, but he was my first 'real' boyfriend, so I guess he still holds that title and importance in my life. But he's no you. He's no Brittany, and no one ever will be. Whatever he said, forget it, because though it might have once been true, you're my life now, and nothing else has been more true or more right in my entire life than you are. The fact alone that I'm talking about him to you should prove to you how true that is, because the mere thought of you not talking to me made all this erupt out of me. You were my best friend while I was dating Puck, so you know what I'm saying is true. Please believe me."

After finally stopping to breathe, she attempted a smile and lifted my chin up with one finger.

"Now will you please tell me what brought all this on? What did he say?"

"Well, for starters, he basically cat-called us and said you were molesting me."

"That fucker."

I chuckled a little at her lame, yet effective burn.

"And, in trying to make me think you're no good for me, he said that you told him a lot of stuff about how much you loved him and how he completed you and all that. Then dumped him two weeks later."

"Well," she nodded, "he's right."

"What? San, but you just said…"

"I know what I just said, but it doesn't make what he said any less true. I did say all that stuff to him. But I didn't mean any of it."

"Obviously." I stated, bluntly and full of contempt.

"But Britt," she took my hands in hers, "I mean it with you. Every. Single. Word. I said it to him when I didn't mean it because I was 14. He was my first boyfriend and I just thought that was what I was supposed to do, and supposed to say. But I haven't ever said anything like that to anyone else. I saw what I did to him, and he'll never admit it, but I messed him up pretty badly for a while. I hated myself for that. I made a promise to myself that I would never do that to anyone ever again. I would never say it until I was sure it was the truth."

"Santana, you do realize that if you break my heart, the entire glee club will kill you, right? They will kill you and then bring you back to life for the sole purpose of letting another one kill you too."

"Brittany, if I hurt you, I'll beat them to it."

"That's so morbid."

"Hey, you started it." She smiled as she said that, and leaned in for a kiss. I leaned closer to her before she put her hand on my face and pushed me back.

"On second thought, you need to brush your teeth before I go sticking my tongue in there." She pointed down to the water where my vomit was.

"Oh yeah, I guess you're right. I guess we should go back to my place then so I can wash up, huh?" I winked at her and turned towards the car. As I walked away she grabbed my ass.

"Oh, Brittany. I did promise you a little something from earlier, didn't I?"

"Oh yes you did, missy. And I fully plan on cashing in on that promise."