A/N: So this is my longest chapter and I'm very very very happy about it. I really hope you all enjoy reading. The next chapter will most likely be posted next week because I have to write up some more chapters to be up to date and it's my last year of high school so I really should be studying! But don't worry I won't leave it too long, I hate waiting and keeping my readers waiting!

Just to answer a few questions:
-Brittany's parents were quarrelling because they found out about Santana getting into a fight and Brittany's mum always thought Santana would be a bad -influence(that will be addressed soon).
-Santana's recovery from her parents death will be answered very soon. She's going to reveal something to Brittany that she regretted doing when she was young.
-I'm sure you've noticed they haven't kissed yet and the reason why will be addressed very soon aswell.

There's still so many layers of this story to share and I'm really glad you have stuck with it and if you continue reading I'll be truly appreciative. Thanks again for reading guys! You're the best.

Anyway enjoy! :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or it's characters.

I had made it. It was Friday and I had made it to last period. Normally I'd have Spanish, but because of the timetable change, all my classes had been shifted to different times. Art class wasn't a subject that I excelled in or really paid any attention in. Mrs. Hagberg didn't mind though, she had a love for teaching that stretched far beyond my attention span.

This class was just basically to tell them I had five appropriate subject choices so I could at least pass the year. I had to actually do well in them though, but it was hard to concentrate for reasons you'd already know.

I sat in my seat thinking of what had occurred Monday night. Why had I done it and what I was thinking at that moment. Of course the fact that Santana fingered me in a bathroom stall lingered somewhere in my mind, but I wasn't thinking about that now.

When Santana walked into class she just stared at me. No smile, no frown. She hadn't said anything that night after my lips gently and carefully attacked her neck. All she did was drive off. Maybe she was taken by surprise. I had surprised myself quite a bit. I was no longer focusing on just myself and school any more. My mind raced with thoughts of Santana being with another girl, Santana being with me and me kissing Santana's neck. It was all so crazy that I had to close my eyes and breathe in and out really slowly.

Santana was sitting on the other side of the room, but I could still see her between other students heads. She had begun drawing already and I really wanted to observe her while she did that. She was so interesting to me because it was so damn hard to figure her out.

After a few minutes of doodling stupid little cartoons I looked up and noticed Santana talking to Mrs. Hagberg. She had a piece of paper in her hand and was pointing to the back of the room. Mrs. Hagberg shook her head and pointed outside. I wondered what they were whispering about and why Santana couldn't just speak in a normal voice. She then began walking towards the door and disappeared into the hall.

My eyebrows shot down in confusion but I didn't want to follow Santana incase I got into trouble. I wouldn't risk getting yelled at just to see what Santana's up to. I'd wait until class is over and then I'd ask her why she had left and if she tells me then I'll just nod and smile and if she doesn't I'll nod and frown because I thought we were getting somewhere.

It's annoying that she can ignore me like this and then finger me whenever she wants. Maybe if she tries getting me alone again I'll tell her to back off. I'll tease her.

I felt a little better when the bell rang. Santana had returned to class not long after she left but we still hadn't spoken. She looked at me a few times but I pretended not to notice. I'm going to try to play hard to get.

"Brittany," She breathed and caught up to me when I stepped out of class.

"Yes?"

"What are you doing tonight?" She was grinning now, like she had not just spoke to me for a whole day.

"I don't know," I shrugged and turned to walk to my locker. A group of people were standing around the area where my locker was and I turned back to Santana. She was grinning really big, seemingly unfazed by my monotone attitude.

I continued walking and reached my locker. There was a large drawing stuck over my locker and two others. It was me and Santana's signature was in the bottom right corner. It was the drawing she drew of me the other week. I was a little giddy inside. No one had ever drawn me before and it was really, really amazing.

I turned to thank Santana but I could no longer see her as the students filled the hallways.

I carefully took down the drawing and watched as other students smirked and whispered around me. I stuck the drawing on the wall inside my locker, careful not to ruin it. Then I felt a hand on my hip and I almost jumped.

"Coming to my party tomorrow Pierce?" Puck husked. I had to cringe at his horrible breath.

"Probably," I said, without looking at him.

"Awesome, second time is a charm," He whispered, moving in closer.

"Isn't it third times a charm?" I said confused. He just rolled his eyes and muttered some swear word under his breath. I really didn't want to get with Puck tomorrow, but I knew he would try something.

Then I remembered that I was supposed to ask Santana if she was going and if not, then I'd ask her to come with me and Rachel.

When I got outside she was waiting by her car in the parking lot. "Hey, thanks for the drawing."

She smiled in response.

"Are you busy tomorrow night?"

"I am actually."

"Oh." I tried not to sound so disappointed but it was too difficult.

"Yeah, Puckerman's having a party."

My face lit up and I nearly squealed. "Go with me!" Santana's eyes widened. "I mean, er, come to my house and we'll get ready together and then go... together?"

Santana looked deep in thought. She licked her lips so many times I lost count. Then she opened her passenger door and said, "Get in gorgeous."

I remembered I had to play hard to get, so I folded my arms and tapped my foot. "Only if you say yes."

Santana huffed and shook her head. "Alright, alright. I was actually going to ask you the same thing."

I smiled really big and skipped towards the passenger side. She shut the door for me and walked over to the driver side.

I took a long, soothing breath to calm down. This whole playing hard to get thing was not working. I'm not good at the being flirty and leave them wanting more thing any longer. Santana is though. She's just driving with her right hand on the wheel and the other leaning on the window. She's making me want her just by sitting in a particular way and I've never ever felt this way before.

"You haven't talked to me all week."

"About what?"

"About Monday night. When I kissed your neck."

Silence.

I continued. "Did you like it?"

After a few short moments she finally answered. "I liked it alot more than getting head from a cheerleader."

It wasn't the answer I expected, but I took it and treasured it because it was actually really sweet if you think about it.

"I think that's a good thing," I muttered and couldn't contain the small smile that Santana eventually noticed when she turned to me.

"It is," She confirmed, matching my smile.

Now I definitely wanted her to come over tonight. I don't care what we did I just wanted her near me.

"I might stop by later," Santana said as the car idled outside my house.

"I might be home later," I stepped out of the car then turned and leant on the window. "If you're lucky." I made sure to use my tongue alot in that sentence and it worked because Santana kept her eyes firmly on my lips the entire time. I heard her emit a small groan before she drove off. I was proud of myself.

I had reached the point of caring about someone else without having a drug influence the emotion. I'm getting better...

All I had done that evening was cook dinner with Charlie and listen to her rant about how teenagers can get away with fake I.d's and she can't even get away with her real one now that she's 21. I felt kind of bad.

Charlie doesn't even leave the house much to go clubbing. Mainly because she has Scott. And Scott works alot but also balances out time to spend with Charlie.

I hope I don't fall in love young so then I won't have to think about another person's life aswell as my own. Is that rude to say? I don't think it is. I just think that it's completely normal. Because growing up and experiencing things on your own prepares you for finding love.

I wouldn't want my boyfriend getting angry at me for wanting to go out clubbing when I'm still young when that's what I'm supposed to do.

I was going to have a boyfriend. No matter what I let Santana do to me, it wouldn't affect my sexual preference. I did think Santana was pretty, like a waterfall, because waterfalls never stop running and she never stopped giving up trying to be my friend and I kind of feel good about that.

I did like the way Santana made me feel. I did like her skin against my lips and I couldn't even imagine how much I would like my lips against her lips. Maybe Santana was the only girl that had this affect on me. It was most likely a phase.

But when Regina did stuff to me, it was because I hadn't been able to relieve my sexual frustration with just masturbating anymore and I couldn't confide in any of the men at the clinic. So I let Regina touch me because I didn't have any other choice.

And I let Santana touch me because... I wanted her to.

We watched television after dinner and then I heard the doorbell ring. My dad got to the door faster than Charlie and I so I stayed on the sofa with my legs crossed my hands in my lap.

"Hello Sir," Santana spoke. "Could I talk to Brittany?" My dad nodded and gave her a tight lipped smile. I guess he was still thinking about the fact Santana had got into a fight with Quinn.

My head sprung up from the sofa and she turned her eyes to me. "Britty," My dad called and I walked over to them.

That's when I noticed the third person at the door. A little boy with long blonde curls. He was wearing a spider man mask and Santana had her hand on his shoulder.

"Hey Santana," I looked down at the boy and winked. "Spider man."

The boy giggled and shuffled on his feet. Santana chuckled aswell and my eyes instantly found the crinkled parts of her face because they were so adorable and I just loved looking at them. Santana nudged the boy and he cleared his throat.

"Hello Britain..."

"Brittany!" Santana whispered in correction.

"Brittany!" He cleared his throat again and I could tell he was nervous. I raised my eyebrows at Santana but she just looked away as if she hadn't noticed.

"Santana and me were wondering if you could come to my house tomorrow cause' it's my birthday and it will be alotta fun!" I chuckled lightly and smoothed the boys hair over with the palm of my hand.

"That sounds like fun, is it dress up?" I asked as I knelt down in front of him.

"Only the kids have to dress up, but you can too if you want. Santana said she was going to go as red riding the hood."

"Red riding hood, Connor!" Santana hissed and the boy flinched.

"Yeah!" He shrieked.

When I managed to stop giggling I stood up to face Santana. "I would love too, thank you for the invitation."

Connor smiled really big and his blue eyes shun through the eye holes of his mask.

"Awesome," Santana finally spoke. "He's my next door neighbour so you can just come to mine in the morning, then maybe we can go back to yours before Puck's?" She sounded nervous and a little hesitant to ask.

"That sounds awesome," I grinned to reassure her it was okay.

After they left, I walked back into the living room and sat beside Charlie. She was looking at me really weird and I couldn't help but smirk and raise an eyebrow back at her.

"What?" I asked with a shrug.

"Santana isn't flirting with you still is she? Because it looked to me she brought that cute little boy over to ask you to go with her somewhere," Charlie explained and I shook my head.

"She only flirted that one time Charlie," I reassured her.

"Alright, if you say so." Then the room fell silent and I thought about the lights on Santana's car and how one of them flickered. I wasn't sure anymore if it was really growing on it's own. Because it was so desperate to stay lit that it brought another smaller car with smaller, well lit lights to help it out.

I don't think Santana is breaking or cracking but her façade that was built up of making fun of other people because she was made fun of is definitely disappearing and I was really excited to see the vulnerable side of her.

If she continued to ignore me after we had another moment like in the bathroom, then I wouldn't try with her anymore. If all I was to her was a quick fuck during school then I wouldn't want anything to do with her. I would miss the way she touched me of course, but I wouldn't dwell on it.

Maybe I could talk to her about everything. Because she answered me when I asked her about my neck kissing. Maybe I'm too far in to shut her out completely. Because if I do shut her out, we're back to square one and Charlie will be angry with me again.

I don't want that. I want to try with Santana, not only for myself but because I find something special in her. And that's hard to find in a place like Lima, Ohio. It's odd, but I do enjoy her company.

Thank goodness Charlie still had that wolf costume from halloween 6 years ago. It was still pretty loose fitting but it was the only costume I had on short notice.

I woke up a little later than I should have. Staring at the clock, I had only forty five minutes to get ready and get to Santana's house. I brushed my teeth, cleaned my face, added some minimal make up because the costume would hide most of my face anyway and had a quick, quick shower.

I was placing my feet through the footholes when my phone buzzed. I hopped over to my bed side table and unlocked it to see a text from Santana.

Hey Britt, I had to go over to Connor's early to help set up some stuff so don't worry about coming to mine first, go straight to his, which is the house on the left of mine. Can't wait to see you x - Santana

That was a good thing. Santana couldn't wait to see me. I was becoming more excited for this day and night to come. Maybe after tonight Santana and I will become those best friends that tell each other everything and have sleepovers. Maybe she'll even let me in on her deepest darkest secret.

I found out that the wolf suit was the worst idea possible because the heat outside was intensifying by the minute. I had a tight white plain dress underneath so I could still take this off. I'd have to show Connor and Santana I made an effort though.

It was about thirteen minutes after Santana told me when to be there that I arrived. I knocked twice on the door and some girl with a slutty snow white outfit answered. She looked around twelve and I chuckled inside my suit.

"Oh my god guys, check out this loser!" I frowned at her words and watched as six other girls came into view in the door way. They all started laughing at my outfit and I was tempted to barrel roll straight through them, knocking them all over. They were all dressed in fairy tale princess outfits, the only difference from the Disney version was, that their dresses didn't even meet their knees. And they'd never lose a glass slipper because they were wearing hooker heels and leather boots.

"What a freak!" They murmured as I slid passed them and entered the foyer. There were adults on either side of me and looking forward I could see the kitchen which led to the backyard. From here I could see kids running around in their costumes, shooting each other with their finger guns.

I wondered where Santana was. Just when I was about to walk, someone bumped into my side and my wolf feet slid on the floor, almost making me land in the splits.

"My apologies sir," The guy said, continuing his conversation and walking off.

Some people stared and giggled. I just stood back up straight and walked off, ready to find Santana because I knew she wouldn't let people laugh at me or call me a freak.

I saw a woman in the kitchen who was preparing food. She was most likely Connor's mother, but I didn't want to introduce myself yet. I stepped outside and felt the heat hit my fur instantly. All that was visible to anyone that noticed was my lips and right now I couldn't stop panting and licking them.

I focused my eyes on a little boy in a spider man suit. He was playing around the sprinkler. Some kids ran passed me, shooting water guns and bumping into me, probably thinking there was some tough meaty guy under this wolf suit. I strode forward, careful to freeze whenever there was a kid holding some sort of weapon.

Connor stopped what he was doing and growled at me. I growled even louder back and he giggled and ran over to a girl in a red riding hood outfit. Didn't Santana say she was...

Wow.

I was so lucky I had a suit that covered my face, because when Santana turned around she looked a little confused. Well, she never said that I could dress like a princess and make it look sexy. I don't think she noticed how I licked my lips as my covered eyes trailed hungrily down her body. She had knee high white socks on, black chunky heels, a short red dress which puffed out at the bottom and a red cape which was tied loosely around her neck. She laughed at my outfit, but I don't think she was aware of who I was just yet.

I decided to play with her a little.

I stuck out my paw and she stared down at it smirking. She shook it after an internal debate then told Connor to see if his mum needed any help.

"What's your name?" I shook my head. She laughed and only when she let go of my paw did I realise we'd been connected for over a thirty seconds. She pinched the inside of her mouth and turned to walk away. "Don't go near my abuela!" She called back.

I grinned and followed her, but made sure she didn't see me doing so. She was leaning against a tree, sipping on a glass of cola and texting someone. When she locked her phone, mine instantly buzzed. Luckily this suit had a small pocket just by my left hip. I pulled my phone out and saw that Santana had texted.

You're missing out. There are some amazing costumes - Santana

Oh really? Like what? - Brittany

Well. There is this guy in an awesome wolf suit. He might eat me before you get here ;) - Santana

I smirked. Wondering if I could tease her further. I walked slowly up behind her and saw that she was staring intently at her phone. I think she was waiting for me to reply.

When she had her eyes trained forward again, I moved beside her and took her hand in my paw. She flinched but relaxed and laughed.

"Woah buddy," She began. "I'm kind of waiting for someone."

I pulled my hood back and turned to her. "I'm already here sweetheart."

She gaped and stuck her tongue out at me, before pushing me back gently. I laughed and poked at her sides. This was exactly how I wanted Santana and me to be like all the time around each other.

I remembered something when we both stopped laughing. "Who are those girls in the princess skank outfits?"

Santana smirked. "Hoe white is Connor's older sister. She's only a freshman."

When Santana said only a freshman I suddenly felt really sick. When I was her age I was giving guys the most popular blow jobs in Mckinley. I hope she hadn't been reduced to that.

Santana rubbed her fingers along my arm. I couldn't exactly feel it but I saw her arm move towards me. She raised an eyebrow and placed my hood back on.

"I feel like such a dork. I thought we were supposed to dress up, not dress down," I mocked her teasingly by pointing down to where her dress cut off.

She rolled her tongue in her mouth and looked through her eyelashes at me. "Thank you for coming. Thank you for being my friend." She looked vulnerable again. Sexy, but vulnerable. I leaned in and wrapped my arms around her. She nuzzled her head in my chest and I closed my eyes.

Then I felt a pair of hands pinching my butt and I looked at Santana accusingly.

"Um Brittany, I think you have a bit of a fan club," She whispered, looking passed me.

"Give us a hug!" A bunch of kids screamed when I turned around. They leapt for me but thankfully Santana was quick enough to grab my hand and pull me back inside. When we reached the living room I realised that only adults were inside.

I kind of felt like going back into the garden but I didn't want to lose Santana and I didn't want those kids wrestling me.

Santana tugged me towards the hallway and I looked down to find Connor standing against the wall with his hands playing with the waistband of his pants.

"What's up C?" Santana asks, bending down to meet his eyes.

Connor looks her dead in the eye and says something that makes me burst out laughing. "The goblin pooped in my suit."

Santana's eyes widen and she backs up a little. "The goblin? Are you sure it wasn't you who pooped in your own suit?" Connor shakes his head and doesn't even look towards me once.

"Goblin pooped in my suit then gave it back to me," Connor explains again, making me have to cup my hand over my mouth to try and gain composure.

Santana gives me a worried look before grabbing my hand and Connor's hand. She takes us down the hall to what I suspect to be Connor's room. I think Connor was really embarrassed, which made him freeze up. Santana pulled out a pair of jeans and a t-shirt with the spiderman mask on the front and handed them to Connor.

"We're going to have to take the suit off then..." Santana trailed off, screwing up her face in disgust. I knew what she was thinking and I could have easily ran off. Maybe I could just tell his mother and she'd be able to handle it.

"Don't tell mama." Well there goes that plan.

Santana takes Connor down the hall to the bathroom. She tells me to wait outside the door and I follow orders. A few minutes later she emerges with the soiled spider man suit and enters a room opposite. She throws the suit in the laundry basket and takes Connor back to his room so they can find his shoes.

Connor runs passed me in the doorway after saying a small thank you to Santana.

"What do you think of Mike Chang?" I ask randomly and take my hood off. Santana pinches her eyebrows together in thought. I don't think she was expecting the question but I just want to know her opinion.

"Mike Chang is a sensitive pussy." That's not the reply I wanted.

"Santana," I warn. She rolls her eyes and stands up. She approaches me slowly and lifts her hand to wipe away a few strands of hair that are stuck to my face.

"I think that Mike Chang would be lucky to have you," She replies and I can tell she's being honest because her eyes pierce mine. "Anyone would." She scrunches up her face and shrugs.

"He's going to be at Puck's tonight," I say, suddenly remembering that I have to text Rachel that I'll meet her there tonight. "Hopefully we'll hang out abit." I think I notice her expression change. She looks a little... disappointed? Maybe she thinks I'll be hanging out with Mike more if we start talking. I don't think I could ever ditch Santana though, I'd miss her too much.

"Cool," She replies softly, brushing passed me and out of the room. I throw my hood back on and follow her. There is a crowd gathering around a table in the garden and I can see Connor's mom lighting candles on the superhero cake.

Connor's bouncing up and down, trying to get his friends to look at how cool the cake is. I follow Santana straight back to the tree we were at before and we stand side by side. She's being silent and I know it's because I was talking about Mike. Maybe I can find a girl for her tonight, that will definitely make her feel better. However I think it'll make me feel worse seeing her be intimate with someone else, even though I've witnessed her receiving and giving oral to girls. It hasn't looked intimate though.

I reach out for Santana's hand and place my paw on top of it. She looks down at the action and runs her fingers along the fur of my suit. I should tell her she has nice fingers, and they make my insides feel really good.

"You h-" The garden erupts in Happy Birthday and Santana begins singing aswell. So I just stay quiet and keep holding her hand.

Santana informs me we should get going at around 6pm. I have to shower and wash all of the sweat off of me because of that damn suit. I can admit though, Santana and I looked cute as red and the wolf.

After hugging Connor goodbye we went to her house first. She said she didn't have to shower, she just needed to change. So I waited in her car after she gave me the keys to unlock it. She didn't take long and when she entered the drivers side my eyes instantly found her exposed legs. Her dress was super tight and a really nice dark blue colour. She had a fur vest on that matched and I just admired her for a while because she was just so nice to look at.

"I like what you're wearing," I complimented shyly. She turned to me and bit her bottom lip.

"Can't wait to see what you're wearing." Immediately I could sense the flirtation in her tone and became even hotter in my suit. I needed to take a reasonably long shower tonight.

It was 7pm when we left my house. Rachel was monotone on the phone because of some unknown reason she wouldn't really explain in too much detail. She was mumbling something about someone going to be there tonight who was most likely going to make fun of her. I tried to give her advice and tell her to be positive and she laughed at me and offered to drive us because Santana really wanted to drink and I said that was okay because my sister was going to give us a lift. She didn't tell Charlie she was going to drink but I knew because she mentioned it to me before we got out of the car.

As we pulled up, Charlie reminded us to stick together and not take any drink from anyone if you didn't see them open it or pour it first. We both nodded quickly because we just wanted to party.

Rachel was super drunk when she approached me and wrapped her hands around my neck. She was slurring something about her drink tasting like pink and I just laughed and sat her down. Santana nodded towards the kitchen and I followed her.

She poured two shots of tonic and we downed them quickly. Our faces screwed up at the sting in our throats but we just laughed.

I looked outside and couldn't see Puck anywhere. He must be in a room with some poor girl.

I felt fingers intertwine with mine and I looked up to see Santana's eyes focused on the garden. It seemed natural to her but my heart was racing for some reason. I watched as she grabbed two bottles of bud light from the bench and then drag me outside.

Amidst a group of footballers I saw Mike. He was swirling his tongue inside a bottle and looked really drunk. I pulled Santana off to the side of the house where it was a little more private. She scrunched up her eyebrows in that really cute way and whispered, "What?"

"Nothing. Well, Mike is over there. Do you think I should go to him?"

As soon as the name Mike slipped from my mouth I could see Santana's features harden. I wondered what was going through her mind at that moment. She sucked her lips into her mouth and was about to say something then stopped. She sighed and shook her head.

"Yes, go to him and work your magic Britt," She answered. I raised my eyebrows at her. "Don't worry I'll go find someone," She added. I gave her a small smile and leaned in to kiss her cheek. The moment my lips touched her skin I was reminded of when I kissed her neck. Suddenly I wanted to do it again. I had put that moment to the back of my mind but now it was the only thing floating in there.

I shook my head and stepped back. She looked disappointed and internally I was too. I didn't show it though. I then walked away towards Mike and the moment I approached him he grinned really big and pulled me into a hug. I wonder if he would have done the same if he was sober.

I got Mike to crack open the bottle of bud light for me. He did it with his teeth and I though that was super cool. After drinking half of it, I was running my hand down his chest and stomach. For a second I wondered why I couldn't feel any boobs or a thin waist. I realised as I touched him I was thinking of Santana and I instantly pulled my hand away.

Santana was standing across the garden. Some cheerleader was hanging off her, clearly drunk. Santana didn't look amused at all and I desperately wanted to go over there and hang out with her because I knew she'd like that.

Rachel was in the kitchen at the sink and Quinn was behind her leaning her chin on Rachel's shoulder. She looked sad but Rachel just looked pissed off. I wonder if there's something going on between them, because the other day they were both crying and running after each other. Now Quinn looks like a hurt puppy dog and Rachel is like Oscar the grouch.

By the end of the party, Mike and I had sobered up. He was actually talking to me about real stuff. Like dancing and school and what subjects we like best and why I couldn't dance anymore. I didn't want to go into detail and he actually respected that. I found myself comparing him with Santana though. As much as Mike was a nice guy, probably the nicest at Mckinley, I knew he wouldn't have done for me what Santana did.

Maybe because he has a reputation to withhold and Santana doesn't really have anything to lose, much like me.

"Here's my number, call me sometime," He whispered in my ear and handed me a piece of tattered paper. I smiled and placed the paper in my jacket pocket. It was a leather one that Charlie had bought for me one Christmas. It still fit and went well with the floral dress I wore underneath and black combat boots.

I remember when I walked out of my room, Santana was just blankly staring at my legs. I heard a small 'wow' emit from her lips and I just giggled.

I wanted to hear her voice again. Mike left and I was alone on the sofa inside Puck's house. I realised I hadn't even gotten a chance to dance with Santana. This night wasn't as good as I hoped.

Santana entered the house looking exhausted. She saw me and extended her hand to help me off the sofa. I think she still thought I was drunk. We did keep going back to the kitchen, opening bottles of bud light that weren't ours.

I followed her out of the house, our hands still connected. She let go when we saw Charlie's car pull up, because she had to walk to the opposite side of the car.

We didn't talk on the way back home. We didn't talk when we arrived and walked inside. Scott asked how the party was and if we got wasted. Santana and I both shrugged. We automatically walked up to my room and sat on the bed.

"I met someone. She's pretty cool."

"Is that the cheerleader I saw you with?" I asked timidly.

"Yeah actually," She smirked and I blushed because now she knew I was watching her.

"Well Mike gave me his number."

"Cool." Silence.

After a few minutes, I stood up and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and get changed. Santana just took her fur vest off and said she'd be able to sleep in her dress. We didn't discuss sleeping over but she knew it was okay and I was happy she was. I was happy that she was even here.

"There's a chance I might wake up either naked or almost naked," I whispered in the darkness when we were both under the covers.

"I'm okay with that," She responded and I could hear her smirk. I laughed and quickly covered my mouth.

"You're still flirting with me, I told Charlie you didn't do that anymore."

"Well that makes you a liar," She retorted and I smirked to myself.

We were silent for a while and I thought Santana may have fallen asleep. Then she spoke again and she seemed a little closer to me this time. I didn't really know because I was facing away.

"We should double date." The tone in her voice told me that she was unsure of what she said.

"Maybe," I replied, finally shutting my eyes. Maybe this time, when I wake up, she'll have her arms wrapped around me.

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