April 30

12:45 pm

Santana's first reaction when she saw Brittany was to jump out of the car run towards Brittany and touch her to check if she was real or just a figment of Santana's imagination. Her brain was blurred and along with her ever increasing heart rate she was having a difficult time focusing.

What the hell.

Flashed through her mind but, before she could really process what was going on, Ray caught her attention and woke her up from her catatonic state.

"Oh, your parents are already here." He commented waving his hand at them.

Santana couldn't help but follow the imaginary line of his gaze to find her mum and dad standing smiling a few meters away from them.
"Yes." She agreed while Ray was concentrating on parking his fancy car and being his usual arrogant self by bragging about how much better it was than everybody else who was in attendance. Unfortunately for Ray though Santana was too busy trying to look for the blonde's silhouette amongst LA's finest.

She rapidly scanned through the group of people talking and laughing on the large porch but there were no signs of the tattooist.

Yet, I saw her.

She was aware she could possibly be in the throws of a mental breakdown, but she was still pretty confident that she had seen her; she would bet her life she had seen the one and only Brittany S. Pierce. Yet, her confidence wavered not a second later when she couldn't spot the elusive blonde, was she really going crazy?

Again she was prevented from processing her thoughts as Ray thought it would be a good time to usher her out of the car.

"Hey honey, is everything alright? He asked with slight concern noticing her upset expression.

"Yes why?"

He shrugged and replied with a light tone. "It just looks like you saw a ghost."

Ray had hit the nail on the head, what was happening to her? Had that girl really over took her mind so completely? For a second the possibility of her actually being crazy was a certified option but then she just decided to ignore all the signs and to try to have fun, well as much fun that could be had at a Sunday brunch.

"I'm fine Ray." She replied placing a kiss on his cheek to solidify that she was completely okay.

"Come on let's go I'm dying to listen to what your dad has to say about my new car."

"He'll love it, I know that." Santana replied to reassure him but the truth was that her dad was the only one in her family not to care about material things, so she was pretty sure that the fact that Ray's car was worth $300 000 wouldn't have caught his attention. But she also knew that her father was a kind, polite man and she was confident that he would have the decency to pretend he was impressed.

Santana followed Ray and her parents into the big colonial house that was holding this particular brunch. It took her a few seconds to set her heart beat to a regular rhythm but, after a while she was able to breathe and speak calmly again. The thought of Brittany had finally abandoned her, leaving her with the usual sense of emptiness that seemed to be ever present recently.

The outside lawn was all set out with Gazebo's in place with white tables set out underneath and a buffet fit for a king placed upon them. A string quartet was playing creating a pleasant atmosphere to match the warm weather but no matter how pleasant they are when you first hear them, this was the fifth time Santana had attended and everything was exactly the same. Full of people boasting about their possessions, their luxurious travels and each person constantly trying to out spend the other. But that wasn't what bothered Santana, no, what bothered Santana was the permanent fakeness that seemed to equate happiness in their eyes. The real truth was those people, she was used to seeing every weekend ironically labeled her friends, didn't know the first thing about her and what was really going on in her life. Which could obviously have something to do with the fact she didn't even know what was going on in her life these days so, how could she expect anybody else too.

Santana sat at the table with Ray and her dad who already seemed to be in a deep discussion about sailing.

She rolled her eyes up to the heavens and silently prayed for someone to save her from what has become of her life. There was only one thing worse than listening to them talk about golf and it was listening to them talk about sailing.

Luckily or unluckily for her, she was provided a distraction in the form of her mum accompanied with the tradition Sunday interrogation. She loved her mum, she really did but she simply couldn't stand the way she was always trying to control her life and where it was going. Since the accident her mum had never left her and she was clearly grateful for the support, but sometimes she felt like a puppet being guided by the judgments and suggestions of the woman who had given birth to her.

She was aware that technically a mother always wanted the best for her daughter but Santana felt more like a possession than a human being.

Over the years, she had learned to listen patiently to whatever her mother had to say and then obey to whatever she wanted. She was strongly convinced it was the lesser of two evils obeying her mother because she knew for a fact she would never win an argument so why even bother trying?

Mrs. Lopez, that was how she silently addressed her mother, was still speaking about some new garden furniture that she and Ray absolutely had to buy, when her vision was suddenly full of blond hair passing by.

Oh my god.

She focused her eyes to check if she was having another hallucination but this time she was definitely lucid. There was no chance in the world that she was wrong, Brittany S. Pierce had just passed right next to her table and was walking towards the entrance of the house.

Santana's heart immediately skipped a beat and when it started beating again it produced a wave of vibrations that spread quickly throughout her body causing her to tremble. With both eyes she watched the girl approach the house, stop right in front of the entrance and take a seat on the patio steps.

She was, well Santana wasn't really able to process what she was feeling and all that seemed to be going through her mind continuously was the word stunning.

Brittany was wearing a simple white strapless dress that came right above her knees. It was tight enough to show off the blonde's perfect curves and her tattoos were proving to be the perfect accessories to match. Santana was shocked by that vision, firstly because she had no clue of the reason why she was there and secondly because she was inexplicably bewitched by the girl's beauty. She simply couldn't stop staring at her, the way she was smiling politely at the people passing by and the way she was rolling her eyes right after.

Santana found she was wondering again why that girl seemed to look so angelic yet have the attitude of a devil at the same time. But in that moment she only wanted one thing, well two really number one why was she there and number two she really just wanted to be close to her again. She wanted to feel alive again and that only seemed to be happening when she was standing less than three meters away from the tattooist.

"Mum, can you excuse me for just a moment?" she asked standing up and wavering slightly before she started to walk towards the girl.

Five meters were separating the two of them and Santana was already about to fucking faint.

Four, three…

"What are you doing here?" She asked in one breath making Brittany turn her head to Santana, giving her a once over before she smiled up at her.

"Oh it's you hey Barbie." She said nonchalantly.

"Are you stalking me?" Santana accused.

Brittany frowned for just a second taking the time to process the question. Then she stood up.

Crap.

The girl with her eyes glued on Santana, made the few steps that were separating the two of them, those two steps that were giving the Latina some sense of comfort, lost all control of her senses again as Brittany invaded her space.

Double Crap.

"Do you really believe I'm following you?"

Santana immediately jolted as a sense of uncertainty overtook her. Wait, she was so damn sure that Brittany was there just to mess with her, that she hadn't even take into account the possibility that the girl was there for another reason. But if so, what was it? Was there really another conceivable reason for a girl like her who was so far from her own world, to attend a mundane brunch with all the richest people of the valley?

"Oh, so you're telling me that you are here because someone actually invited you here." Santana replied snorting since she couldn't make a step back and plus she was pretty confident that was the only reason why.

Brittany couldn't be there for another reason, but she had recently started to understand that her certainties were not made of very strong stuff.

"Wow, Santana Lopes is actually a classist." Brittany commented but the tone was still incredibly light and Santana's heart immediately accelerated since she had no idea what was coming next. "Just because I work in a tattoo shop doesn't meant I can't have anything to do with rich people."

Santana readily shook her head. "No wait, I wasn't meaning…" but then she froze as she noticed what was the hint of a smile approaching the blonde's lips. "..why is everything a game to you?"

Brittany gave her a what-are-talking-about look.

"You, since I've known you haven't relented with your teasing or mocking!" Santana explained with a hurt voice.

"Barbie, teasing you is just a consequence of me being around you. I told you what you were about to deal with before you signed the contract with me." Brittany replied.

"Yeah, but showing up here is too much!" Santana quickly said.

"Again, do you really believe I'm here for you, are you that arrogant?"

"I-I…" but her words where literally stopped by someone cutting into the conversation and stepping right in between them facing towards Brittany.

What Santana was struggling to understand was why would a little blonde girl who couldn't be older than 7 need Brittany's attention?

She couldn't help but smile at the sight of what seemed to be a little angel, with her shimmery blonde hair and innocent blue eyes. Unexpectedly the little girl smiled at Brittany and in just two second Santana's mind managed to notice just how alike the little girl and Brittany looked.

Wait a second.

Brittany smiled as well and she couldn't help but notice how sweet and amazing that smile was, too bad it seemed this little girl was the only one privy to such a display of kindness, as that was indeed the first time Santana had seen her so relaxed and happy. Wait, was that little angel really about to talk to the rude, unpredictable girl?

For a second Santana wondered if she should stop her, but since her mind was incapable of making any decisions at this current moment in time, she simply stood still, observing and waiting to see what the little girl was going to do.

Run you've still got time.

She thought, wanting the best for what seemed to be one of the loveliest, most innocent girl she had ever seen in her life. She hadn't been smart enough and now thanks to a series of unfortunate events, she was about to spend the next month being emotionally and physically tortured by that blonde.

Brittany bent down on to her knees, in order to be on the same level as her.

"Auntie!" The little girl said enthusiastically making Santana's eyes widen, not believing what she was hearing. "I've been looking for you." The little angel added closing the remaining distance that separated them causing Brittany's smile to give the sun's brightness a run for its money.

"Hey, don't worry I was right here." She cooed and Santana for a second almost jolted at the thought that Brittany could be kind to a human being.

"Who's this pretty girl?" The kid asked innocently diverting her attention to Santana.

Brittany turned her head to look at Santana directly and just like every other time those bright blue eyes connected with her own mocha ones, she felt a cold shiver running down her spine.

"She's just a friend." Brittany replied still holding her gaze.

"Santana…" She added making her tremble at the sound of her name escaping those apparently soft and rose colored lips. "And this beautiful little girl is my Nat." She introduced with pride oozing out of her voice.

Santana couldn't help but smile, moved by the way that little girl was waving at her.

"Hi Nat I'm Santana, nice to meet you."

"Hi! Is she your girlfriend?" The little girl questioned Brittany whilst Santana tried to stop herself from blushing. Brittany however, didn't seem to be bothered by her question.

"Oh no honey, she is one of my customers." Brittany replied caressing the little girl's face.

Santana was paralyzed; she simply couldn't stop staring at the image of these two blondes together. Brittany had certainly been a jerk to her, but the way she was acting towards Nat was slowly erasing all the bad thoughts she had regarding the rude tattooist.

Nat smiled rolling her eyes at her. "Is she the new customer? The one with the smokin' body?" the little girl asked making Santana's heart immediately skip a beat.

Wait, what?

Was Brittany really thinking that she had a hot body? If she could move her body, which was almost impossible at the moment, she would have pinched herself to check if she was still in the real world.

An ordinary person would have blushed but she had had enough time to understand that Brittany wasn't ordinary at all as a matter of fact, the girl simply looked at her with a smirk and Santana had the impression the blonde was highly entertained by this current conversation.

Santana looked directly at Brittany while her heart was almost exploding from her chest, eager to know what the other girl was about to answer.

"Yes, but sometimes being hot isn't everything" Brittany replied teasingly holding her steady gaze.

Her heart skipped a beat at that answer. What was that even suppose to mean? Was it another way of mocking her?

Luckily for her the kid wasn't interested in deepening the topic and lightly commented.

"My auntie has the coolest job in the World!"

Brittany beamed once again and took the little girl into her arms, lifting her up.

"And you are the most adorable creature on this planet!" She exclaimed leaning forward to brush the kid's nose with hers. Nat giggled happily and hugged the tattooist's neck with her tiny arms.

"I am. And I also want to get a tattoo." She stated firmly making Santana hint a smile.

"We'll talk about it when you are 18" Brittany replied laughing and shaking her head.

"But I want it now. Santana don't you think I should get one?" She asked innocently fluttering her eyelashes at her.

Santana didn't know why but she lowered her gaze blushing.

"I-I…" She paused to check Brittany's reaction. "I think 18 is a fair deal." She agreed trying to remain in neutral territory.

"See?" Brittany replied. "And hot customers are always right!"

Oh god.

Brittany really thought she was hot. But what surprised Santana the most was how easily she confessed this, like she was merely stating the sky was blue. She had been with Ray for three years and he had never said that. Of course occasionally he would tell her how beautiful she was, but that just seemed to be as more of a courtesy or an obligation because he was her boyfriend. Santana felt the heart racing for the umpteenth time in the last few minutes and suddenly a warm feeling spread to her chest, reaching the deepest parts of her heart.

Despite the fact that it was a sunny Sunday morning she was pretty sure that that warmth wasn't caused by the weather.

Santana's mind was totally incapable of processing any thoughts at all and all she could do was stand still, eyes glued to Brittany's mouth and try to remember how to breathe.

Fuck, say something!

"Auntie? Can I go over there to play with my friends?" Luckily for her, Nat broke the awkward tension and diverted the blonde's attention off Santana.

"Sure honey. " She replied whilst lowering the girl back to the ground and letting her run off towards her friends. the girl go.

Santana was still frozen with an awkward expression painted on her face. Brittany didn't invade her space this time and sat back on the brick steps.

For a second Santana had the urge to turn and run away as fast as she could but for once the curiosity to know what was really going on was too much. Unsteadily, she approached the steps and without a word she simply sat next to her. Her heart was still hammering against her ribcage and each beat seemed to cause a tidal like vibration through her chest.

"So I guess that meeting me in a place like this is pretty shocking, huh?" she asked nonchalantly.

"I'm more shocked by the fact that Nat knows the expression smoking body." She commented lightly, hoping not to offend the blonde.

Brittany smiled. "She is a smart kid." She stated.

"So have you really told her about, uh, me?" Santana wanted so bad to have said about my hot body but she decided to opt for a safer way of asking if she was really speaking about her with other people.

"I have. Is that a problem?"

"No definitely not."

"It's just a fact." Brittany added.

"W-what?"

"That despite the fact I really don't like the way you are leading your life, you are indeed hot." She explained and Santana thanked the heavens that she was sat down, otherwise she probably would have been on the floor after that comment. It was absolutely incredible the power Brittany seemed to have over her mind. She was really confused about how to she was supposed to respond to that, was it a compliment or an insult?

But this time Santana was sick of the rude tattooist constantly insulting her life and she was not going to let it drop this time!

"Excuse me, aren't you the one who hates this world?" she asked with a challenging tone that simply provoked the ever smirking Brittany.

"Sure I do." Brittany started with her classic teasing tone but this time Santana didn't let her talk again.

"So tell me why the hell is someone like you attending what is one of the most important brunch's of the season?"

Brittany opened her mouth but again Santana hadn't finished. "Oh my god." She said drawing the blonde's attention. "Your last name is Pierce, isn't it?"

"Yeah so, what's your point?"

"Are you, by any chances, related to Mark Pierce?"

Brittany didn't reply and for the first time she lowered her gaze in what looked a lot like defeat to Santana. She was indeed related to one of the most important and richest families in the county. Mark Pierce was the owner of an important shipping company that had business in the USA, Japan and China.

"Oh my god, you are!" she exclaimed making the girl glare at her.

A thousand questions suddenly invested Santana's brain that she desperately wanted the answer to, she was eager to find out the reason why Brittany was so hostile toward her own origins and why the hell she hadn't mentioned it to her.

"He is my father." She replied looking anywhere but at Santana. Santana simply couldn't believe what she was hearing. Brittany probably had more money than her boyfriend and she had the nerve to make her feel like shit for being wealthy?

"I don't understand." Santana commented with a disappointed tone. Suddenly she felt like the girl had no right to judge or mock her when she was from the same origins.

"There is nothing to understand Barbie. I'm here cuz my lovely sister asked me to babysit Nat today but she forgot to mention that Nat had to absolutely attend this party, so she gave me this stupid dress and I've come here. It's not a big deal." She replied shrugging.

"Brittany, your dad is probably one of the richest men in LA."

"So?"

"So? In the past few days all you've done is insult me and my origins and now what? Plot twist! You and I share the same ones! You are not different from me at all!"

"Santana the fact that I may have the same money as you doesn't imply that we are the same."

"But…you..."

"I what Santana? The only reason I've been mocking and teasing you is not because of your money but because of who you are. You seem so lost and not your true self at all and I just don't get it. You are smart, from I've been able to see, beautiful, with all the possibilities in the world and still you seem so bored and disappointed with your life."

"I don't have to justify why I don't really like my life right now."

"You're right, but you have all the possibilities in this world, so I guess you're just a coward."

"Wow." Santana commented snorting. That girl was insulting her, again.

"What?"

"Your words are really harsh." Santana commented.

"I'm just being honest!"

"Ok if that's the case can you just lie to me instead?" Santana said quickly making the other girl hint a smile. "I mean we are going to see each other a lot in the next few months, so why don't you just try to be nicer to me? I'm not that bad once you get to know me." She said insecurely secretly begging for the tattooist to give her a chance. She didn't even know the reason why she wanted Brittany to change her opinion about her so badly. Deep down she knew that the blonde was right about her, most of the time, but she was so afraid of letting somebody in.

"Fine." Brittany mumble exhausted.

"Does that mean that you'll give me a chance and stop acting like Miss perfect-ass?"

"No, it means that I'll keep acting like 'Miss perfect-ass' but at least I'll try to understand who Santana Lopez really is." She paused for a second but before Santana could breathe again the blonde added "...not that I care." Effectively ruining there moment.

Santana immediately glared at her, but this time she wanted Brittany to see it.

"Hey I've just promised you that I will try" Brittany replied raising her hands defensively. "I'm not used to it yet."

Santana chose to let the comment slide because overall, the conversation seemed to be a success.

She thoughtlessly started playing with a blade of grass sticking up from between the bricks.

"So tell me." Brittany said causing Santana turn to look at her.

"What?"

"What happened before?"

"Before what?" Santana asked frowning.

"Before, before." But as Santana gave her another questioning look, Brittany added. "You told me that something happened to you."

Santana immediately understood what she was asking but she really wasn't ready for that conversation. "I don't want to talk about it."

"Why not? You told me you wanted me to get to know you." Brittany argued.

"It's way too personal."

"Good. I don't give a fuck about what your favorite ice-cream flavor is or your favorite movie." Brittany replied harshly.

"You're doing it again!"

"Santana you're so stubborn, you keep on saying that there is more to you than meets the eye but you don't let anyone in. If you really want to make me understand who you really are, you should really stop being so scared and start talking."

"Does everything have to be so difficult with you?"

"I'm not forcing you Barbie. You can stand up, go and find your mother and talk about furnishings or you can stay here." She explained making Santana's heart beat out of control. The way the blonde was talking to her was so blunt and to the point that she should probably just listen to her and leave but, at the same time Santana still couldn't find it in herself to want to leave.

She lowered her gaze, gathering her thoughts and took a few deep breaths trying to regulate her heart beat.

"Three years ago I was a completely different person." Santana said in one breath, the tattooist didn't say anything.

"I, I was fun and carefree so different from who I am now. I was always doing what I felt like and nobody could tell me what to do."

"No one." She insisted.

"Sounds like a cool person to me." Brittany commented.

"But then, three years ago I had this stupid accident and I was the one who caused it. I almost killed a friend of mine and my parents were really scared, so when I was still in the hospital, I swore to myself that I would never have people suffer because of me again."

"So basically you are the one who's in pain right now?" Brittany accused continuing to be her ever pleasant direct self.

"I'm not in pain!"

"Well, I may be wrong but you don't really seem to love your life right now."

"That is just because I have a very busy and chaotic life that is tiring sometimes."

"Santana, lying to yourself is maybe the worst thing you can do." She paused. "Have you considered seeing a shrink?"

She had actually, many times. But every time, every effort had been useless.

"Is this the best thing you can come up with?" she said snorting.

"You have been through something terrible. " She reasoned. "That's why people go to shrinks."

"Do you go to a shrink?" Santana asked in a defensive tone.

"I don't need one!" Brittany argued.

"Ah, right cos you're life is practically perfect! You do what you love to do cos your dad's money allows that!"

"Wow. Look who's being an ass now!" Brittany commented hinting a smile. "You don't know me either."

"So let me in!" Santana asked almost begging and she immediately lowered her gaze blushing from her desperate tone.

"It's not my fault if I like my life! But you know what? I had to fight and work hard to get it. My dad had always wanted a scientist or some kind of genius, that's why I graduated from MIT when I was 24, to make him proud of me but then, right after that, I closed my savings account and told him that I didn't need his money. I wanted to live by my own choices and after a while he accepted that."

Santana didn't know what to say. Was this girl even real? She was apparently a genius and an artist at the same time alongside being rude and kind of a bad ass, but the way she acted towards Nat had almost melted her heart. She couldn't help but beam at her, losing herself in those blue eyes.

Deeply she knew she needed to stop, she absolutely needed to stop before what was simple admiration became something more.

"And…thank you for making me feel even worse." Santana murmured sarcastically.

"You arrived here in a Ferrari. Your life can't be that bad."

"I hate that car and again I don't hate my life."

"If you say so." She paused. "All I'm saying is that at the end of the day, all you have is you and if you don't like yourself then I guess you have a big problem girl."

"I guess you are right."

Brittany nodded imperceptibly.

"But again it's not that simple." Santana repeated trying to get Brittany to see her side of it.

"If it is complicated you're the only one to blame." Brittany replied harshly proving her point once again.

Santana didn't reply, she knew they could have continued going round in circles but for once she didn't want to. She was aware that being you shouldn't be something that difficult but sometimes life chooses for you and she was one of those unlucky cases. She knew she had all the possibilities in the world but it was like she was trapped in a room full of people and all she could do was scream but no one noticed, no one but a rude, crazy tattooist.

Silence fell again between them, but this time it wasn't awkward anymore, it was different. For the first time Santana had the impression that Brittany really wanted to be there, talking to her.

Her attention was suddenly drawn away by Ray waving and smiling at her. He was talking to his colleague, probably about the upcoming state golf tournament.

"Is he your boyfriend?" Brittany asked.

"Uhm…"Santana stuttered. "Yes." she said feeling slightly guilty.

"Wow." Brittany started, slightly tilting her head to the side, still looking ahead, in Ray's direction.

"If you make a joke about me not being here alone, I'll leave." Santana quickly replied pointing her index finger at her in warning.

"I just wanted to say that he's hot" she paused rolling her eyes ate her and smirking. "too"

"Too?"

"Yes, besides being powerful and rich." Brittany commented. "Good catch Santana."

She was getting that all the time.

But after a second Brittany looked right into her eyes trespassing into her very soul with just a glance.

"Are you happy with him?"

Wow, in just one question Brittany had brought up all that Santana had been trying to avoid for the past 3 years. She had absolutely no clue about what the true answer was. Was it a yes just because he was making her feel okay, protected and respected? Was it a no, cos she knew deep down, she wasn't in love with him, he had never made her feel how you are supposed to when you're in love with somebody. But Brittany was still a stranger after all and the only thing she could say was. "Yeah sure."

"So how does he make you feel?" The blonde insisted making her feel uncomfortable again. She was clearly overstepping but Brittany didn't seem to be aware of boundaries.

"Okay." Santana replied without too much thinking.

"Wow Barbie." Brittany snorted. "If I was living with a girl and she answered okay I would probably throw myself out of the window." She commented with a sarcastic teasing tone.

"I, I just wanted to say that he makes me feel good. We are not teenagers anymore we are living our relationship as two grown up people." Santana explained.

"Yes and you probably never kiss in public and smile at the charity events." Brittany replied rolling her eyes up to the sky.

"Ok, are you a marriage counselor by any chance?"

"No!" She replied snorting. "But I had my own experiences…" Pause. "Lots of them."

Santana smiled before replying.

"That's different from having a serious relationship."

She knew this was a dangerous path to walk through and she needed to divert the attention from the subject, but on the other side she was kinda enjoying it.

"So is he funny?"

Funny was not a word she would use to describe Ray at all.

"In his own way." Santana lied. "But we have fun together."

Brittany laughed at those words.

"Wow Barbie! Good for you!" She said with a teasing tone.

"Oh no! I didn't mean it in that way!" Santana replied quickly already feeling the hot flush of blood reaching her cheeks.

"Too bad!" She said still looking at her. "I hope you guys have fun in that way." She added looking away so that Santana could breathe again.

"Sure we do." The brunette said without thinking, she really didn't want Brittany to think that she and Ray didn't have a healthy sex life. That's why she preferred to lie to the blonde tattooist.

"So how is it?" The girl insisted making her feel even more uncomfortable.

"I, I don't know its ok." She immediately reproached herself for saying the word once again.

"I mean it's good." She added trying to repair to the damage.

"Wow, Santana your love life seems to be straight from the 1800's."

What did that even mean?

"Boring as hell." Brittany added.

"You are so wrong!"

"So tell me something! How does he make you feel? And if you answer ok again I'll kick your ass."

"He really makes me feel good, okay! What's wrong with that?" Santana argued she had absolutely no clue what point the girl was trying to make.

"You are so young! You should be feeling different!"

"And how? Tell me cos apparently you're an expert!" Santana insisted out loud but, of course, Brittany didn't seem to care about the fact that she was offending her.

"Well I don't believe in love, soul mates or stupid things like that" she started in her own special way. "…but if you are truly into someone you should feel this incredible electricity every time he passes by. Just one thought of him should make you feel that throbbing sensation in you lower limbs and should give you the overwhelming urge to just have them." She replied easily.

Santana was staring at the grass in front of her, really incapable of thinking or acting. She simply stayed there, listening to those words while her beat was slowly accelerating and her palms were getting sweaty.

Her brain was suddenly woken up by the sensation of something brushing her pinkie. With one eye she noticed it was Brittany's finger. She froze, holding her breath afraid of making a sound. She was pretty sure the girl had done it accidentally.

"The simple touch of his hands..." Brittany continued and Santana again felt the light pressure of Brittany's finger on her skin, this time slowly caressing the back of her hand making her almost jump form her seat. Brittany didn't stop though and with the tip of her finger continued drawing little circles on Santana's olive skin making her feel like she was about to fucking faint. What the hell was she doing? She needed to stop; she couldn't be doing something that inappropriate, not almost in front of her boyfriend. Santana couldn't move at all, she tried to clear her throat but only a light ugh came out of her mouth. "…should make you feel like everything fades into the background, all you can hear is the beating of your heart and it should make you think that the person in front of you is all that matters, all that you want." Brittany said calmly with a soft deep tone. Each word seemed to penetrate her very soul, spoken just to make her tremble, each sound that was escaping the blonde's lips was producing a slow chill running down Santana's spine and she could really feel the fucking beat of her heart everywhere, in her ears, her chest and in her stomach.

She was so surprised when the throbbing sensation the blonde was talking about slowly reached right between her legs.

What the hell is happening to me?

"I, I uh." Santana stuttered her mind still blurred. After what seemed an eternity she managed to pull her hand back.

"That is how you are supposed to feel." The blonde concluded as if she was simply explaining something mundane to her.

"W-what the hell was that?" Santana asked still shaking.

Brittany turned her head again and her blue eyes stared at her making her lose all the confidence she had gained in the last hour.

"Nothing just a harmless bit of flirting." The tattooist replied with a smirk.

Oh god.

"I, I should go." Santana said quickly standing up and started walking in the opposite direction of that evil temptation. What the hell was all that about? And why the hell she had never felt so alive in her entire life?

She shivered for one last time as she heard Brittany saying. "See you next week, Barbie."