A/N: Aaaaaand I'm back!

So so so Sorry for the way too long wait! I've been really really busy, not finding the time to even turn my computer on! I do have more time now though, so the updates should come more often, i have to next few chapters all planned out, i just have to write them!

I hope you're all still with me here, i don't want to disappoint you! The story is going to be a little more deep from now on!

Anyway, i'll stop my rambling!

Here you go! Enjoyyyy and Read & Review!

Both girls were still struggling to put most of their clothes on. They knew Esteban couldn't be too far from the door now.

Brittany was feeling her buzz quickly disappearing, and now everything appeared to be so fucking fucked up. How could I let that happen? A few drinks, a smoke or two, and there she was losing complete control over her feelings and scissoring Santana! Shit!

The blonde finally manage to put her jeans back on, not bothering to look for her panties. She was putting her shirt on, when they heard the first knock on the door.

Santana also managed to put her pajamas back on, but her hair was still messy from lying down, underneath Brittany. At the thought, her already tanned cheeks turned a dark shade of red. But when she heard that knock on the door, her breath caught in her throat and her eyes shot up to meet crystal blue ones. Both girls shared a sincerely worried look.

They knew what they did was wrong, even if it felt oh so right. It was still so freaking wrong. And now, Esteban was just behind the door, about to enter the young girl's bedroom, and see them in this after sex glow that speaks for itself.

Already trying to figure out a good excuse, the girls finally settled for standing on one side of the bed each. Doing one quick look over the room, Brittany noticed how the bed sheets were completely messed up, and straightened them in one last attempt to hide what had just happened.

Now the only sound that could be heard in the room was the girl's breathes, that they were trying so hard to keep under control.

Another knock on the door. And the boy's voice broke the silence.

"Santana? Is Brittany with you? Can I come in?" Esteban's voice sounded genuinely concerned. Fuck, Santana thought, I don't want to hurt him.

Santana's face turned to look at Brittany's, catching the blonde's stare. Brittany finally decided to speak up, it would have looked even weirder if she didn't say anything.

Clearing her throat one last time, she eventually let out " Yeah, I'm here!" Her voice sure sounded casual and not interested, but her body was still standing stiff, completely tense, waiting for her boyfriend's next move, and eyeing Santana from the corner of her eye.

Santana in turn spoke, deciding to play along with whatever Brittany planned on saying or doing, she just felt so lost right now. Still overwhelmed by everything that happened, still feeling the wetness between her legs.

"Come in!" Santana almost shouted, earning a death glare from Brittany, who certainly wasn't expecting such an open invitation.

Time seemed to freeze, as both girls held their breath when the doorknob visibly turned, and the door was pushed open slightly.

Esteban's face finally appeared through the door, eyebrows knitted.

"What are you both doing here?" The boy asked, now fully entering his sister's room, and throwing a quick glance around it, as if looking for something, or someone.

Now, there it was. The crucial moment were the girls had to come up with an excuse. Something that might actually make sense.

The few seconds that passed felt like hours to the girls, who were standing before Esteban, completely lost in thoughts, neither finding anything to say.

Esteban was growing impatient. Both girls could barely stand being with the other, and now this? Besides they both looked surprisingly…out of breath? What the hell? The boy tried to put the pieces together, but pretty much had absolutely no idea of what was going on.

"Well?" He insisted, wanting to get an answer and then go to bed. Such a long day.

"We…hum…I" Brittany started, not really knowing what she was going to say, but believing that maybe once she had started talking the words might just follow. They didn't. And she just, rambled for a second. To eventually have thee brightest idea.

"I was looking for an Advil or something…because I've had to many beers..i couldn't find one in the bathroom" The blonde started explaining vividly, moving her hands a lot too quickly for what she was saying.

Santana came to the rescue, her mind seemed to have understood what the dancer was trying to say.

"Yeah…so she came to me. I was practicing a few moves for the cheerios routine..and.." Santana continued rambling, her mouth forming words her brain hadn't even processed. As she spoke, the Latina also did gestures with her hands, finally turning towards Brittany for help. The blonde quickly took over the explanation.

"And I..I'm a dancer. So I decided to help her…with the moves." Brittany concluded, trying not to blush at the obvious double meaning of her words. She smiled internally, as she thought that that was pretty much true. She indeed had shown her some moves. Quickly brushing the thought away, the blonde concentrated on Esteban's reaction. Is he going to buy it?

Esteban took a few seconds to look at the two girls in front of him, they sure looked tired for some reason, and their hair was messy…He himself was also tired, and just didn't have the energy to push for more explanation. Santana gave him a little smile, nodding her head, as if confirming what the older girl had just said.

Esteban just sighed loudly, and ran a hand through his dark hair. He was pretty much convinced that was not totally the truth. But decided to let it slide, wanting the two to just get along for a while, and end all the drama. He didn't want to deal with any of this.

"Oh…Okay. Well, great…I suppose. Just, can you answer me next time?" The boy still said, somewhat harshly, wanting to make a point after all.

Both girls nodded furiously, not quite believing that they managed to get through this. The tension reduced slightly in the room.

Esteban almost burst out laughing at the scene in front of him, he felt like a father punishing his children. He only let show a gentle smile though.

"Alright..Britt? Wanna head to bed?" Esteban said softly, reaching out for the blonde's hand.

Brittany didn't even look at Santana before placing her hand in Esteban's, allowing him to take her to their room.

The Latina felt her stomach flip, from jealousy or something else she didn't know. But she sure didn't like the fact that Esteban was stealing Brittany from her, after they had just…done that.

Santana caught the blonde's almost inaudible words, as she followed Esteban.

"Yeah…let's go." The blonde's words came out in a whisper.

"Buenas Noches Santanita." Esteban said, turning one last time to look at his sister, who he found was looking kind of irritated. Girls and their moods, he thought.

Santana's eyes never left Brittany's body as the older girl exited her room, silently wishing, begging for her to also look at her one last time. To let something show, to let her know they were alright, that she wasn't alone in this.

But Brittany didn't even throw a glance in Santana's direction.

Leaving the brunette standing alone in her room, completely confused and…sad.

Santana spent her night turning in her bed, barely getting any sleep. The events of the previous night wouldn't leave her mind, as she tried to figure out how the hell she ended up in this situation.

The brunette hated everything that had happened, she didn't want to hurt Esteban, and she didn't want to deal with her possibly, even more so probably, being gay.

But at the same time, she just couldn't get the blond out of her head, her hair, her lips, her hands, her smile…her eyes. The Latina had never felt this kind of attraction to anybody before, and it was a great feeling, one that was reciprocated by the blonde.

I'm so fucking torn right now.

Eventually, after hours of struggling, Santana fell asleep still lost in the blonde's scent.

The next few days passed, and as Santana still had to go to high school, she didn't get to talk to Brittany about what happened.

The brunette woke up to early, and when she came home never quite managed to get to talk to the blonde alone.

What was obvious though, was how Brittany changed. She had stop picking on her, or even staring at her. It seemed she had lost all interest.

At this simple thought, the Latina was fuming. Her anger taking over her feelings, this was just not fair. Santana decided not to talk to Quinn about what had happened, since that day when Santana kissed her, the young blonde also seemed to be struggling with something, so the brunette didn't want to upset her even more.

So she was alone, completely alone, to deal with this.

At some point, on Tuesday, the young Latina managed to get Brittany's number, looking for it in her Brother's phone, while they were in the kitchen, and she was watching a stupid show on TV.

If I can't talk to her face to face, I'll find another way.

That night, Santana found the courage to write a text. She hoped her brother was sleeping or doing any other thing that would keep him from knowing who was writing to his girlfriend.

Unknown - Why are you doing this?

As she sent the text, Santana's fingers shook, and she put her phone on the bed, waiting patiently…hoping for an answer.

Brittany's phone buzzed, she looked at the time, realizing in was pretty late. Who's texting me aftr midnight?

She took her phone, and blinked a few times when reading the text. She knew who it came from, even though the number was not in her phone. That could only be one person. But still, she didn't want to dive in just yet.

Brittany – Who is this?

Santana's heart missed a beat when her phone buzzed, she quickly reached for it and opened the text. Mentally slapping herself for not singing her previous message. But still feeling the anger building as she was sure the blonde knew it was her. Who fucking else?

Unknown – So now you've decided to play dumb even with this?

Brittany's eyes widened at the Brunette's harsh words. Damn, she's not happy.

Brittany – Santana

That was the blonde's only reply, not knowing what to answer anyway.

Santana – Congratulations. Now tell me, why are you doing this?

Brittany sighed heavily before making sure Esteban was soundly asleep beside her, and taping a reply.

Brittany – I'm not doing anything.

Santana snorted at that.

Santana – You're damn right.

Brittany – I don't understand

Santana – Why are you ignoring me? Why won't you even look at me anymore? What the fuck is this?

The brunette could feel she was quickly losing control, this was not fucking fair, she really liked Brittany, and would never have thought the blonde would treat her like this.

Brittany – I'm sorry Santana. But, this…this has to stop.

Santana – How fucking dare you? What do you think, that I'm some kind of toy? That you can just throw away when you're finished to play with it?

Brittany – Don't be ridiculous. You know it's not that.

Brittany knew that she was hurting Santana so much, she didn't want to. But she also didn't want to make a scene, to create an enormous drama in the Lopez family. And there was only one way to prevent it from happening, she had to back away from Santana. I should never have entered that room.

Sighing deeply, the blonde typed another quick text.

Brittany – You know, Santana.

That message alone made Santana's eyes fill with tears. It sounded ( if a text can sound like anything) regretful, and honest.

Santana – But I know you want me.

Now, that Santana never would have thought she'd dare write. But she was feeling desperate, she needed the blonde to admit what she was feeling, to acknowledge it, at least to her. And not by actions, by words this time.

She pressed send, and waited nervously.

Again, Brittany's mouth fell when she read the message, she had not expected Santana to be so forward with what she felt. I have to keep this under control, I can't be honest with her.

Brittany – And I had you.

The blonde knew this was harsh, almost mean. That would hurt the young girl, make her feel used. But maybe, just maybe, would it make her back off. And move on.

Surprisingly, and unexpectedly that was not Santana's reaction, at all.

At the blonde's words, Santana felt a jolt of confidence. Somehow understanding the text as Brittany admitting that she indeed wanted her.

Nonetheless, the Latina knew that those words were meant to hurt her, and she just couldn't stand this anymore. Being treated like this. Enough, she thought.

Santana – Meet me. Now.

She pressed sent, and got out of bed. Waiting for a reply.

Brittany was still lying in bed, completely in shock with her phone in her hands. Now this, I'm not prepared for. I can't meet her, if I do…I just…I don't know how to handle this, she makes me crazy. I need her, but she can't know.

Getting impatient, Santana typed once again on her phone.

Santana – If you don't, I swear I'll just come to you and get you out of there by force.

Brittany had never imagined the Latina to be like this, she had never been, at least not with her. She thought back to all the times Esteban had told her about the brunette, and this attitude certainly matched the boy's description. But she was so not used to it directed at her. It kind of scared her, that the Latina might actually go through with her threat.

So Brittany got out of bed, and decided to meet her.

Brittany – Okay

Santana was standing in her room, waiting for her door to open, to see the blonde.

Her heart felt like it might explode in her chest, before she heard and saw the door cracking open.

Brittany's blonde hair appeared. Blue eyes searching for brown ones.

As the blonde closed the door behind her, and said nothing at all, Santana knitted her eyebrows together in annoyance, and took a step forward.

"Tell me now. Tell me why you're doing this." Santana dared, eyes never leaving the blonde's.

"I'm his girlfriend Santana." Brittany simply stated, her voice soft.

"That never stopped you before." Santana shrugged just as simply, she continued.

"Do I have to remind you now? When just a few days ago you rubbed your fucking pussy against mine until we both came?" The brunette spat the words angrily all the while taking a few steps towards the blonde.

"Santana..I'm sorry. I shouldn't have. But…" Brittany tried to explain, with pleading eyes. She was struggling to keep control over her feelings for the brunette, and also trying to fight back her arousal at the memory.

"But what? Now, I should just forget about it?" Santana hissed quickly, interrupting her.

Not leaving a chance to continue to the blonde, the Latina urged Brittany again.

"Because it's not just that, I saw the way you were looking at me, I felt the way you kissed me!" Santana finally managed to say, feeling her throat constricting, fighting back her emotions.

Brittany just watched as she suddenly saw all of the brunette's feelings come to the surface.

Wanting to comfort the Latina, Brittany took a step forward.

"Santana…I.." As the blonde's deep blue eyes met dark brown ones, she realized she just couldn't keep it inside anymore.

"I felt it too. I see it too." The blonde finally admitted, her hand coming to touch a black curl of hair.

Santana's breath caught, her hear sped up, and her eyes searched inside the blonde's for more. This there was just what she needed, the blonde finally admitting that there was something there.

Something more than just lust, and fun and stuff. Something deep, that they just couldn't fight.

As both girls looked in each other's eyes, Santana once again broke the silence, to ask what they were silently wondering.

"Now what?"

A/N: Nooooow What? hehe what do you think?

I want to really fight to be together, overcome all the obstacles, and that takes time! That's just the beginning, now they both know they really do like each other!

Coming soon:

Now what? The answer to the question!

Brittany's Birthday, a big party and old friends coming to the rescue!

What will come out of that?

Tell me what you guys think, if you have any ideas or thoughts! I love them!

Till next time! ( soon, pinky swear.)