AUTHOR'S NOTE: I'm BACKKKKKK! Kind of. Sorry for being all MIA, but yeah I had work and school/finals. I was also having a bit of writer's block. Anyways, this chapter is kinda short and just focuses on Brittany and Santana. I'm not much of an angst writer. (I'm not much of a writer. Lol, remember first fic here. Haha) Anyways, with this story I'm trying to go along with the actual Glee timeline/eps, so I'm really behind, so I don't think this story is going to end anytime soon. Just sayin...unless you want me to end it soon? I'll try to update as much as I can! Please leave some reviews and comments because it always helps! You can also feel free to PM me with any suggestions and whatnot.

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Chapter 17

Brittany and Santana arrive at Santana's

"So what are we going to do?" Brittany asked as she followed Santana to her room.

"I have some booze in my room…we could you know …let loose. Or watch Bring It on or something." Santana suggested not really wanting to let Brittany know that as soon as the door closed, she was going to distract her.

"Oh, Bring It On sounds fine. Haven't seen that one in a while; actually can we watch the 4th one? Ashley Benson and Michael Copon are so hot." Brittany rambled on before the door close behind her.

"You're way hotter." Santana said pushing Brittany up against the wall of her bedroom.

Brittany felt Santana's warm breath against her mouth as she said those words. They hadn't been that close for months. Santana stared at Brittany's lips, eyes full of want and desire before leaning in to finally kiss the lips she had missed.

Brittany let her for a few seconds before she processed what was going on.

"No," Brittany said as she tried pushing Santana away, "stop…I can't."

"Come on B…you can. We can…" Santana breathed out moving her lips down Brittany's neck as her hands began to push Brittany's cheerio skirt up and her body pushed closer to the blonde to keep her from squirming.

"Get off!" Brittany struggled with a whisper.

"I will as soon as I get you off…" Santana pulled away smirking, inching her fingers close to Brittany's center, letting her desire cloud the vision of the reality in front of her. Brittany was on the verge of tears.

"SANTANA!" Brittany finally got some strength to push Santana off her, before doing the unthinkable.

*SLAP*

Santana stood their speechless, bringing her left hand to her cheek, feeling the sharp stinging aftermath of Brittany's action. Brittany had just slapped her, and not in the good way she liked. It hurt...not only physically, but emotionally, because she seemed to be the cause of the disappointed look in Brittany's eyes and the tears running down her face.

"Santana, I…I'm sorry I…I didn't mean to slap you," Brittany struggled between breaths, avoiding eye contact, "but we can't do this anymore."

"Brit, I…I thought you were just jok…" Santana paused, "I…why can't we…I…I'm sorry. I should've listened"

"Let's just," Brittany whispered as she started to calm down, "let's just forget about it."

"No, Brit, I don't understand…I don't want to forget about this…we need to talk about it. What's wrong?" Santana sighed hesitating to get closer to Brittany.

"There's nothing to talk about, S." Brittany avoided eye contact.

"I remember when you used to always be all over me after a big competition or whatever…we haven't been together in a while and I miss you. I just…I'm sorry. You've been so distant ever since I slept with frankenteen. Is that why? You were the one that told me to do it, remember? Is this about him?" Santana was all over the place and she hated seeing Brittany seem so broken and conflicted.

"No…just…let's not talk about this right now. I can't. We've got regionals next week for Glee and we can't be distracted." Brittany said trying to avoid telling Santana the real reason why she couldn't sleep with her. It wasn't the right time.

"Is it about Quinn? Did she say something?"

Brittany just shook her head no, wanting to get off the subject. As much as she loved Quinn, she wasn't ready to tell Santana about it. Defeated, Santana just shrugged, thinking about what to say next, not wanting to upset her blonde best friend.

After a few minutes of silence, Brittany was the one who had the courage to speak up again.

"So, um…are we going to watch the movie? Quinn still doesn't know that I'm here and I don't want to worry her and yeah…just let me call her and we can still watch and…"

"B…I can't sit here and watch the dumb movie with you without thinking about what just happened ten minutes ago." Santana said starting to get defensive.

"S…don't be mad at me." Brittany said worryingly.

"Brittany… I just want you to tell me what's wrong. Why are you so determined to not sleep with me?" Santana said without actual thought of how it would affect Brittany.

"Because I can't…we aren't… I'm not in love with you." Brittany sighed, not really knowing what else to say.

Santana felt her heart drop a little, not expecting to hear that statement from Brittany, but she quickly countered hiding any hint of sadness, "Look, I'm not in love with you either, but that doesn't mean we can't be best friends with great benefits, remember? We went over this before. I'm smokin' hot and the fact that you are denying all of this hotness makes me worried."

"Look, I'm just going to go. I'm sorry for slapping you." Brittany's voice began to crack as she reached for the door.

"B…" Santana said reaching to grab Brittany's hand.

"Santana, just let it go. Let's just talk about it another time okay?" Brittany sighed slowly moving her hand out of Santana's grasp and heading towards the door.

"At least let me drive you home." Santana insisted as she followed Brittany out of the house.

"No, I need to clear my mind. I'll be fine."

"It's late, stop being so stubborn."

"Fine…" Brittany sighed.

Santana heard Brittany mutter "You should take your own advice…" under her breath but chose to ignore the statement before she drove Brittany home in silence.

As Santana turned off the car, she turned to Brittany before she left.

"You know…I really am sorry."

"Yeah…me too. I'll see you on Monday."

"B…"

"What?" Brittany sighed, not wanting to hear anymore apologies.

"Good job today. You work so hard as a cheerio and sometimes I don't think you get the credit you deserve…Anyways, I love you B. Have a good night."

"Thanks," Brittany replied with a small smile, "I…you too..."

Santana watched as Brittany was greeted by Quinn at her front door and realized how much their friendship became what Santana's and Brittany's was back then. As she watched the two, she saw the genuine smile she used to see every day, but hasn't for the past few months.

Emotions and feelings were not Santana's forte. She didn't want give up her time with Brittany that night, but she had to sort this all out and figure out her best friend and finally admit to herself how she really felt about the blonde. Brittany didn't want her anymore and it hurt.

Santana drove off into the direction opposite her own home, making a phone call.

"Puckerman, I'm coming over…"