A/N: I don't know what to say about this chapter. It's a little different in some way I can't really explain.
To answer the most brought up question; from my personal life if my brother had a girlfriend with a really beautiful sister and we started liking each other and ended up falling in love, I would not get any support from my family. Despite the fact we wouldn't be blood related, it's just not common in my life and the people around me. So I hope that explains why Santana and Brittany are scared of Scott and Charlie's reaction!

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

p.s sorry for any mistakes.

What are you supposed to do when the questions on your mind are running at full speed. You can't catch them, you can't ask them, so you stay silent. That's what I'm doing. I haven't moved from the sofa. Even when I heard a door open and watched Brittany softly padding across the floor to the kitchen. I didn't make a sound but I didn't pretend to be asleep. Now Charlie and Scott are talking in the kitchen as they wash up. I shook my head when they asked if I wanted breakfast. Scott looked concerned but my gaze hardened, which told him to leave me alone.

Brittany ate beautifully. Her eyes would shut as her lips enveloped the edge of her spoon. I was able to hear the wonderous slurp noise she made when she drank her soup. Her toes flexed under the table and she rubbed her calves together every few minutes. She was avoiding me as well, but often I would catch her staring at me sadly. How was I suppose to start a conversation with her again. She drives me crazy - in a positive and negative way. Mostly positive, because I love her. The only negative effects she has on me is when I grow so shy that I can barely form words around her or ignore her for a whole day. If I spent copious amounts of time with her then I would have to take a breather. It wasn't her fault. It was never her fault. It was my own mind telling me that Brittany had effected my life more than I expected.

She rose from her seat and placed her plate beside the sink. Almost mechanically Charlie picked it up, still facing Scott, and dropped it in the sink. I could feel my eyes become so heavy with every breath I took. Eventually I allowed my eyes to completely shut, watching as one last slither of light shun across Brittany's thigh as she walked right passed the sofa.

I decided to carry her to the car because Charlie and Scott were yelling that we had to get back. Santana wasn't fazed by their yelling though and continued to sleep with her arms hugging her body like a blanket. I placed her in the back seat of the car and shifted her legs slightly so I could sit beside her. Then I pulled her legs back on top of my thighs and watched her stir. Her eyes scrunched up before opening and when she saw me her legs instantly fell to the floor and she sat on the opposite side of the car.

"You girls alright?"

"Yeah, what's with all the silence?"

I looked over at Santana who was looking down at her lap. I decided to answer for both of us. "Nothing."

Charlie didn't buy it. She pulled out her phone and gestured for me to take out mine. Scott started the engine and we were on the road.

What did you and Santana fight about now? - Charlie

Nothing - Brittany

Talk to me, please - Charlie

I sighed heavily so Charlie could hear and she whipped her head around. I placed my phone in my pocket and she rolled her eyes. She then did something I never expected. She turned to Santana and eventually they were both staring at each other.

"You need to stop flirting with her Santana," Charlie whispered loudly for me to hear. Scott had stuck in ear phones so he was oblivious to Charlie's words. Santana's eyes grew so wide, she wasn't sure if Charlie was threatening her or not.

"Charlie!" I squealed quietly.

"What? She must be still trying that's why you two aren't speaking," Charlie added simply shrugging her shoulders. I wanted nothing more than to tell her she was wrong and that Santana actually loves me and I love her, but the way Charlie was handling the thought of Santana flirting with me scared me.

"Santana isn't the problem," I stated firmly and watched Santana's head turn towards me. From the corner of my eyes I could see her lips tilt up at the sides and Charlie turned back to face the windscreen. I let out a heavy breath and mumbled something that Charlie couldn't hear at first.

"What?"

"Mom did leave recently. Don't you think I'm upset about that?" I snapped.

Charlie looked over at Santana, hoping for an answer but Santana just stayed silent. "So what does that have to do with Santana being all quiet with you?"

"She just visited her parents-"

"Alright!" Charlie shouted interrupting me. "I'm sorry Santana."

I turned to Santana and watched her slowly nod at Charlie. Her lips parted then, as if she was about to say something. And it wasn't until I heard her voice that I realised how much I missed it.

"You have nothing to worry about Charlie." What the hell did that mean? Is Santana giving up on me?

Monday afternoon was exhausting. Cheerios practice was over early because Coach Roz had to catch up on some real housewives and she set us a routine to learn. I was exited to work on my own, without the penetrating gazes from other cheerleaders. They knew I had been hanging out with Santana. They had seen us in the hallway. I don't think they were jealous that Santana never bat one eyelash at them any more, I think they were just surprised that she gave them all up for me.

As suspected when I arrived in the parking lot, Charlie was there waiting for me. I got into the car and noticed she has pulled out of school and turned right instead of left. "Where are we going?"

She shrugged and kept her eyes on the road. I huffed, reclining my seat backwards until I was practically lying down in the car. Charlie ignored my odd behaviour and kept driving. I hadn't seen Santana at all today. She wasn't in the cafeteria at lunch and every time I was at my locker she was never at hers. Either she was avoiding me or she just wasn't at school and that thought made me breathe easier.

I felt the car begin to slow down and I took my seat belt off to sit up. I noticed we were just outside a park and a few people that looked really familiar were scattered around some benches. I looked over at Charlie but she was already grabbing her bag and stepping out of the car. I stepped out also and waiting until she walked over to my side. I then followed her to the play equipment and grinned when I saw some of my cousins - young and old.

"Wow, you have gotten so big!" I squealed at my cousin alex who I hadn't seen since he was three. His mom and dad walked over and embraced me and we settled into conversation about how high school was going for me. Everyone in my family knew where I had been most of my teenage life and I was lucky that most of them did not judge me like my mom did.

I excused myself from the conversation and walked over to Charlie, who was talking animatedly to my uncle Roger. He ruffled my hair and I sent him a grin. I then pulled Charlie away for a second. "Why are the family here?"

"Well, I know you have been down lately since mom left for god knows how long," She shakes her head at the thought. "So I wanted you to feel the love and know that there are plenty of people that don't care what mistakes you have made." She wraps her arms around me and I return the hug hesitantly.

"You seemed to care about my mistakes back in freshman year when you kept Santana and me away from each other," I reply softly.

"Britt," She sighs. "I didn't want either of you to clash knowing what you both had been through."

"Did you ever think maybe we could find something in common?" I retorted and she raised an eyebrow at me.

"You're very defensive of your relationship with Santana," Charlie states with squinted eyes.

"What relationship?" I accidentally blurt out, but luckily Charlie doesn't seem to understand what I meant by relationship. She grips my shoulder and tries to get me to look at her.

"Brittany, I know why you're protective of Santana now." My heart froze in my chest and dropped down to my stomach. I was unconsciously stepping out of her grip and she furrowed her eyebrows. "She's the best friend you've been waiting for and you don't like people talking badly about her," She adds sincerely. Her eyes are sparkling when she says those words which cause me to smile in reply.

"Yeah," I breathe. She winks at me and notices something or someone over my shoulder. I turn around and watch Scott and Santana approach us. Santana's eyes find mine and because I'm still smiling at what Charlie said, Santana grins at me.

"Hey," I say kindly to Scott and he reaches forward to squeeze my cheek. I scrunch my face up and pull back but his grip is too strong.

"Scott, quit it, only I'm allowed to squeeze her cheeks," Santana says the last bit like she's talking to a baby and reaches forward to grab my other cheek between her two fingers. I make protesting noises and eventually they loosen their grip and I run off in the opposite direction. I look back and notice them laughing. I want Santana to follow me, but I don't know what to say to her. She's being outgoing now and I like talking to outgoing Santana. When she's quiet it scares me because I feel like I have to wait until she wants to talk to have a conversation with her.

I could hear this ringing in my ears as I kept running. Eventually the ringing turned into a piano as I weaved through dozens of trees. And after all my running I found the most beautiful landmark. Kids were being swallowed inside the rainbow castle and I knew that after everything I've been through, my family will not judge me for wanting to act like a kid. So I ran forward and pushed my way in. I still had my shoes on which ended in me being yelled at by a few of my cousins. I left the castle and headed for an unoccupied bench, but then I saw how bored Santana looked. She was sitting on the edge of a seat while Scott was holding Charlie around the waist and whispering something funny in her ear. I decided to be really bold. The only thing running through my mind was that I wanted Santana right now. It didn't matter who could say or what they would say.

I strode over to her, nudging her further onto the seat with my legs and then wrapped my arms around her waist. I nuzzled my nose into the crook over her neck and her breath hitched in my ear. I squeezed her tighter than I have before and could see Charlie's face fall. I knew that she saw in my eyes what I saw in hers when she was with Scott.

I hid my face again and pulled Santana closer. She tensed and just as I thought she was going to break my hold and run, she instead managed to wrap an arm around my shoulder and press our bodies against each other more. I didn't care what Charlie was thinking right now, I couldn't. Now that I was home.

Then Santana proceeded to pull me up with her and lead her away. Her fingers laced in mine as she ran a little bit ahead of me. She turned back and smirked. I knew then that she didn't care what anyone else thought either. I turned back and saw Charlie standing up, staring at our retreating figures. Scott then looked over as well and seemed confuse as to what Charlie was so interested in.

I turned back and noticed Santana and me had stopped outside the jumping castle. She pulled off both of her shoes and I did the same. She then disappeared inside and I followed. We watched as most of the kids giggled and jumped along with us. But we were three times their size so the were finding it hard to stand up. My hand was still in Santana's, even when we notice Charlie poke her head in.

"Some of the family is leaving Brittany," She said monotonously. I stopped jumping, effectively making Santana stop as well. We were both heavily panting.

"I'll be out soon," I replies breathlessly. She just nodded and left.

Santana and me were the only ones left in the castle and her body suddenly shot towards mine. Her eyes shot through mine as we fumbled to stay on our feet. "I've missed you so much," She breathed close to me.

"I've missed you too," I replied honestly. I fell down causing her to fall on top of me. "We shouldn't, not here." She nodded in agreement. It would be a fun experience to have sex in a jumping castle, but we both still didn't know if Scott has proposed. It's just so hard staying away from something you're addicted to. I knew that feeling like an old friend.

Since I suspected Charlie knew about my feelings for Santana, I walked out of the castle with her hand in mine. I didn't let it go, making it awkward for some guests who eventually ended up hugging us both. Once they were gone, we walked over to the bench Charlie and Scott occupied.

"It's weird isn't it?" I directed my question at Charlie, who maintained a calm expression. I have know idea how she feels about this new information and I'm not sure I want to know. I feel like she would be more upset with me keeping it a secret from her than what Santana and me have actually been doing.

"What is?" Charlie asked. I inhaled deeply and moved closer to Santana.

"Anything new with you two?" I changed the subject. They both shook their head as Scott leaned over trying to figure out what was wrong with Charlie. She has never been like this with me before. I felt a nudge on my shoulder and I looked confusedly at Santana. Her eyebrows were raised and a smirk appeared on her face. It clicked in my head. Scott hadn't proposed.

There had never been a more quiet car ride home from the park. Everyone including Scott was silent, which I think meant he knew something or was hiding something. I didn't really want to think about the possibility of him still proposing to Charlie, so when we got home I had gone straight to bed. Santana begged to stay over but I said I wasn't ready yet. She respected that and placed a kiss on my cheek, which I can still feel as my fingers trace over that exact spot.

Charlie isn't waiting near the door for me in the morning. She is still in bed when I open the door.

"Char?" She lets out a hum and I walk in closer. "How are you?"

"Fine," She croaks out. I know it isn't true, but I think she is old enough to sort out whatever is going on with her and when she finally tells me I will be there for her.

I catch the bus to school, waiting outside my locker to see Santana at hers. She arrives soon enough and looks so carefree. I repress the urge to hug her and walk the opposite way to my first class. It isn't my favourite class, so I choose to do easy parts of the work given out by the teacher and spent the rest of the time thinking about what could have gotten Charlie so upset. I'm sure she knew about me and Santana. There was definitely something that clicked behind her eyes. Like she finally saw passed every little affectionate thing Santana and me did, finally realising what they meant.

When class was over I walked straight outside to the bleachers. My mouth turned up into a massive grin when I saw who was sitting on the couch. "Hey," I breathed, plopping down next to her.

Santana scooted closer to me, but not too close. "Hey, how is Charlie? Is she still acting weird?" I nodded and explain that she's been in bed since we got back from the park. "Scott has been acting really weird as well. Every time I ask him about it he just walks away."

I smile sadly at her and place a hand on her knee. "We should be able to figure it out. I mean, they forced us to have dinner all together, we should do the same."

"Awesome plan Britt," Santana congratulates me with a kiss on the cheek. I wink at her and notice her breathing has changed. She's staring at my lips and I realise how long it feels since we have kissed. She leans forward, never dropping my gaze. I somehow can't find the strength to move away or even forward to meet her lips. So I sit still until I feel her breathe against my mouth.

But then the loud ringing of the bell fills our ears and she mutters curse words to herself before standing up. I purse my lips and send her a lop sided smile. She giggles and pulls me up, never dropping my hand until we reach the art class room.

Santana surprised me by sitting in her normal spot on a different table, so I just kept walking to my normal seat. Mrs. H handed out blank sheets of paper to each of us then stood in the middle of the room.

"Use your imagination!" She shouted, with overly exaggerative hand gestures. I looked around the room and most of the cheerleaders were giggling. I notice one of the cheerleaders approach Santana and whisper something in her ear. Santana rolls her eyes and shakes her head. That's my girl. I stand up, without caring if Mrs. H is looking or not and approach Santana. I shove the cheerleader out of the way and receive a laugh from Santana.

Then I feel a sharp pain on my shoulder and watch as the cheerleader retracts her hand. "What the fuck!" I squeal and the whole classroom gasps.

"Brittany S. Pierce, Santana Lopez and Pamela Anderson, detention after school." We all sighed in frustration and watched as 'Pamela' walked her big tits back to her seat.

Santana then leaned over to say something. "That was hot." I breathed out a laugh and scurried away from her, growing increasingly red in the face. I know Coach Sue and Roz will be mad at me for getting detention, but at least I don't have practice today. I did however want to race home to check on Charlie, but now that Santana is going to be with me, I can ask her to join me.

There was unwanted tension as Santana me and that cheerleader sat in different parts of the room. I watched as the cheerleader made flirty eyes at Santana but her attention was focused on finishing her drawing.

Eventually the girl gave up on trying to flirt and raised her hand. "Yes?" Mrs. H answered tiredly.

"My poor kitten was rushed to the hospital and I like urgently need to leave!" The girl spoke really fast and even place her hand on her forehead to dramatize her lie further.

"I don't want to see you back here Anderson," The teacher remarked simply and I gaped at her. "Mouth shut Pierce. I'll be back in five minutes girls, nature calls."

Santana's head whipped up and followed Mrs. H's retreating figure. Santana then looked at me and shyly smiled. She continued to draw and I just stared at her. We were alone and we were both unsure of what to do. I looked around the room and saw some paint trays containing wet paint in them. I grinned and slowly got off my chair. I grabbed a paint brush and swiped it into blue paint.

I went back to my chair and began painting over the newspaper covering the desks.

"What are you doing?" Santana's voice interrupted me for a moment but I shook my head and continued with red paint this time. When the paint became really thick I got up and walked over to Santana.

"Paint with me," I ordered softly. She dropped her pencil and followed me to my table. We both sat down and rubbed our fingers across the paint. Santana's face screwed up and I giggled. Before she could look at me I wiped the paint from my fingers across her cheek and she jumped on her seat.

"Brittany!"

"What?" I said innocently. She wrapped her fingers around both of my arms and forced me to stand up. She stood up as well and pushed me back against the table. My back was arched, which meant if she pushed me down my hair would be drowned in paint. I didn't think she could be that evil, but I was wrong. She suddenly lunged forward and I was lifted off the ground. I heard the smoosh sound as my butt and back made contact with the paint first.

Santana then climbed onto the table as well and tackled me. We rolled across the table, both of us trying to pin the other one. When she flipped us again my knee accidentally hit her centre causing her to let out an embarrassing moan. "Oh my god," She breathed, resting her head forward onto my chest to hide her face.

"San," I whispered. I grab the sides of her face, forcing her to look at me. She eventually does and before I can protest she leans down and kisses me. I feel the paint on both our faces smash together and spread as she tilts her head to create a better rhythm. I respond and poke out my tongue, tenderly sliding it between her lips. She sucks it into her mouth without hesitation before pulling back to catch her breath.

"I know what you're going to say. You want to stop because of Scott and Charlie. But seriously Britt, I need you," She says honestly. I sit up, allowing her to wrap her legs around my waist. I reach up and with my pointer finger I trace a love heart on her right cheek where there is red paint. She smiled, familiarised with the pattern. She's about to lean down again when we hear footsteps closing in. Santana jumps down and grabs a paper towel. We rub as much as we can off our face but it's no use.

Mrs. H takes one look at our clothes and clenches her jaw. We think she's about to let out a string of curse words and future detention times, but instead she just sighs and steps out of the way of the door. "Hope you two had run making art," She says monotonously. We laugh as we run out of the classroom, down the hall and towards Santana's car.

"We can shower at my house," She suggests. I nod and find my stomach filling with butterflies I haven't felt since Santana first flirted with me. Of course I didn't realise they were butterflies back then, but they have returned and it feels almost like I'm falling in love with her again. I feel that way because of the meaning behind her words. She didn't just say she could shower, she said we. I didn't know why it felt as though we were only starting to hang out and be affectionate, but it feel really sweet.

I wasn't prepared to find Charlie at Santana's house when we arrived there. Even more, I didn't expect to see her face pale and eyes bloodshot like she had been crying for days.

"What's wrong?" I immediately run to her side. She stands up abruptly before I'm allowed to reach for her and points to Santana. She's holding a phone in her hand.

"Did you know about this?" She hands the phone over to Santana. Santana's eyes widen in size when she looks down at the small screen. I walk over to her and stare at what is making Charlie so upset.

"I had no idea," Santana breathes.

Charlie breathes out a laugh and sits back down on the sofa. "Scott is upstairs having a shower. He doesn't know I've read the messages."

"Is this why you were upset yesterday?" I ask boldly. Charlie licks her lips and shakes her head. Shit. She definitely knows.

"At first it was something else that caught me by surprise," She looks between Santana and me. "But then I heard this incessant buzzing noise that wouldn't shut up."

"You've known since yesterday?" Santana asks shocked. Charlie nods in reply and buries her face in her hands. I quickly wrap an arm around her before she can object. Santana stands in front of us, still holding the phone. We hear footsteps pad the stairs and Scott stares at us all with a confused expression.

Charlie stands up, approaching him with shattered hope. "Is this why you have been acting strange?" She grabs the phone off of Santana and throws it to him. When it hits the floor it seems to click inside him what Charlie is accusing him of.

"Charlie, baby, they were just texts," Scott pleads.

Santana walks over to me and intertwines our fingers. She leans up and kissed my jaw, causing my eyes to flutter shut for a moment.

"I thought you were going to propose!" Charlie screams, causing me to snap back.

"I-I was, really! Charlie those texts were from months ago while I was severely drunk," Scott explains. Charlie lets out a huge scoff and pushes at his chest.

"You only get drunk when I am there to take care of you, so obviously you were texting some slut with me beside you!"

This wasn't meant to happen. They were supposed to be the strongest couple I knew, that stuck together through anything and miraculously didn't have any arguments. But now they're screaming in front of Santana and me and all I want them to do is be quiet.

"Did you even know about Santana and Brittany or were you too busy texting sluts?" Charlie accuses him, waving her hands wildly in the air.

"What are you talking about?" Scott asks confused.

Charlie is about to speak when I raise my eyebrows and shake my head. She gets the hint and steps away to calm her breathing down. Santana lets go of my hand and walks over to Scott.

"You aren't supposed to hurt the girl you love," She mumbles. Scott looks down in shame and tries to reach for her hand but Santana is quick in pulling it away. "I love Brittany and I think even if you and Charlie weren't arguing right now, we still would have told you about us. Because despite you and Charlie dating we have this connection that is impossible to deny and run away from. She's magic Scotty," I grin to myself at Santana's words. "Pure magic."

I look over at Charlie and she sends me a small smile. I suddenly hope she'll forgive Scott. They owe us a double date.

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