A/N: Wow. I honestly hadn't expected that kind of reaction to last chapter. However, it did spur me into following up quickly, so here you go. *smile* Also, note the new/updated summary...

Brittany looked up from the camera screen. Her smile faltered a little. "Where's Rachel? And my food?"

Santana avoided her gaze. "She's going to meet us at the bat cave. C'mon." Grabbing Brittany's hand, she started leading her to the building that one-half was set up as a mining cave complete with mining cart; the perfect place for clandestine macking in the dark.

Brittany frowned, but followed her. Studying the tense lines of Santana's shoulders and neck, she could tell something was wrong. "San?" she asked when Santana held open the exhibit door for her, pausing to pocket the camera; personal experience told her that taking flash pictures in a darkened place only made scary pictures come out, "Are you okay?"

Though Santana smiled, it was obviously forced. "I'm fine, B." She squeezed Brittany's hand tightly after reclaiming it, pulling her in close to her side.

The bat cave was empty. "Fuck yes," Santana seemed to sigh in relief, and before Brittany could get out the words she opened her mouth for, her girlfriend's tongue had slipped in between her lips. Distracted, Brittany happily started kissing her back.

"Mmm… Baby," Santana gasped, wrapping her arms tightly around Brittany's waist, "I missed these lips."

Brittany giggled, sliding her hands down Santana's back to cup her hips. "San, they're yours. You can have them whenever you want." Moving her head back a little, she caught Santana's eyes and smiled at her, "You know that." When Santana nodded, her face relaxing, Brittany kissed her deeply.

"You mean that?" Santana mumbled as she trailed one hand down, sneaking her fingers under Brittany's shirt; the blonde shivered and repaid the favor, pushing up Santana's shirt under her jacket.

Mapping out the slim waist and soft skin of her back, Brittany found herself frowning a little at Santana's words. "Of course." Accenting her answer with a light nip of Santana's lower lip, she sucked in a breath when warm fingers suddenly cupped her breast.

Sliding under the cup, Santana's other hand came up to expertly undo her bra. "Yesss," she moaned, catching Brittany in a bruising kiss when her fingernails dug into her skin at her groping.

"It's, mmm… Probably a good thah-thing that no one's coming in here," Brittany breathily offered, throwing her head back when Santana started peppering kisses down her neck, "Aww, sweet lady kisses."

Santana hummed against her neck. "Give me time, and someone'll be coming in here, B. I," she tweaked one of Brittany's nipples, "Promise," her other hand grabbed the hem of Brittany's shirt and yanked it up, over her chest, "It," she hummed, dropping her mouth to her now naked chest.

As the cooler air in the bat cave mixed with Santana's hot mouth and hands, Brittany shivered again. A thought occurred to her. "When did you say Rachel's coming?"

Santana froze. Her whole body tensed, and she ripped herself away, turning her back to Brittany. "I cannot fucking believe this."

Suddenly bereft of girlfriend and warmth, Brittany frowned. Pushing her shirt down and rehooking her bra, she adjusted herself as she walked over. Pulling Santana into a hug, molding her front to her back and resting her chin on Santana's shoulder, she pressed a soft kiss into the side of her neck. "S, what's going on?" she whispered.

"Nothing." Though she relaxed into Brittany, Santana kept her head bowed, her voice low and measured.

Brittany's eyebrows drew together. Sliding around to face Santana, her frown deepened when Santana averted her eyes away from her. Realizing what must have happened, Brittany dropped her chin, pulling her hands away so she could cross her arms. "Santana…" she sighed.

"What?" Santana immediately snapped back, then swallowed and repeated it more softly, "What?"

Brittany looked at her, "What did you do?"

A hurt expression quickly covered up by defiance crossed Santana's face. "Nothing." She crossed her own arms, solidly meeting Brittany's gaze.

"What did you do?"

"Nothing."

"Are you sure?"

Santana looked at her as if she had said something incredibly stupid. "Yes, I'm sure."

Brittany sighed, looking down and kicking her foot against the floor. "Then where's Rachel?" she asked sadly.

Her voice made Santana wince. "I told you, she's meeting us here. Though it wouldn't surprise me if she got lost in the crowd, seeing how insanely short she is," she added snidely.

Brittany closed her eyes. "I thought you were going to try to get along with her…" she whispered, tears starting to make her eyes shine as they met Santana's.

"I – !" Santana's response was whip quick, and she swung herself around, turning her back to Brittany again and throwing out her arms, "I am trying, dammit!"

Brittany sniffled, but she firmed her expression, "Then what happened?"

Santana's shoulders trembled, and her hands curled into fists. Raking her hand through her hair, she answered unevenly, "Nothing happened."

Walking over, Brittany gently turned her girlfriend around. Seeing the intensely severe expression on her face, the blonde dropped her shoulders, and she softly brushed her fingers against Santana's cheek. "I know you, San," she whispered, cupping Santana's cheek and urging her head up, "And I can tell something happened." She offered a small smile.

Santana sucked in a deep breath. She met Brittany's gaze, "I love you."

Brittany smiled. "I know you do," she leaned forward and pressed their lips together, "And I love you."

Santana chuckled humorlessly. Kissing Brittany back, she took a step away. "…Fine. You're right. Rachel's not coming."

Brittany sighed, but she nodded. She started playing with her hands behind her back. "What happened?" she asked softly, shrugging her shoulders up and down. She was beginning to look sad again.

Santana gritted her teeth. "I yelled at her."

Brittany clenched her eyes shut, and she shook her head. When she looked at Santana, her expression and gaze were full of disappointment. "San… Why do you hate her so much?"

"I don't… I don't hate her," Santana replied uncomfortably, rubbing her arms and barely meeting Brittany's eyes.

"Okay." Brittany nodded. "But you don't like her."

Santana didn't answer.

"Why?"

When she didn't answer again, Brittany gently took Santana's hands into her own. "S…" she whispered, studying the girl in front of her, concern drawing her eyebrows together.

"What, B?" Santana answered tiredly, absently lacing their hands together.

Brittany sucked her lower lip into her mouth, biting down on it. "Why don't you like Rachel?" she repeated, whispering.

Santana let out a huge rush of air and dropped Brittany's hands, stepping away. "Does it matter, B?" she forced out, Brittany catching a glimpse of tears building in her eyes, "She's your girlfriend, not mine."

"Yeah, but I just want you two to get along!" Brittany asserted back, the latching shut of the door her only response. Now alone, the blonde sniffled, using the back of her hands to wipe at her eyes, "Is that too much to ask?"

Not getting a response, she hugged herself. "This isn't my fault… Is it?"