Alright, here is chapter 3. I'm not gonna lie I'm extremely nervous about putting this chapter up for two reasons. First, the important reason, I really don't think this was written well. This is pretty much a filler chapter to get from the park to the next place. I believe this chapter is necessary for the story to develop the way I want it to, but something doesn't feel right about it. I've read this chapter over and over and over again like fifteen times, but I still can't figure out what needs to be fixed. So I apologize for that.

The second reason I'm nervous about posting this chapter is definitely more of a selfish reason. My other two chapters haven't really gotten any feedback, and I'm worried people aren't responding to my story as well as I'd like. I'm like Tinkerbell (( and Rachel Berry )), I need applause to live! Haha.

But yeah, I don't mean to come across as needy, but if you guys have ANYTHING to say I would really appreciate it. Even if you just say "good" or "bad" it'll help me write my next chapters. Any form of criticism is definitely welcomed.

One more thing before we continue: FanFiction doesn't like having a question mark and an exclamation point right next to each other, and always removes the exclamation point when I upload my stories. So for future reference if it seems like a question should be shouted it most likely is in my original document. But the transformation onto FanFiction takes it out. Just an FYI.

Okay then. Enough of that. Here's chapter 3. I really hope you enjoy it!

Brittany and Santana made record time getting to Breadstix. They jumped over every bush, cut through every corner and side tackled every person that got in their way. When they arrived at the restaurant, they brushed passed the hostess and made a bee line towards their usual booth. They were now sitting across from one another laughing as they tried to catch their breaths from the journey.

"Boy, am I glad the clue we found on the kites involves food because I am starving!" Brittany proclaimed.

"Amen to that!"

Santana relaxed in her seat as she watched blue eyes scan the restaurant endlessly as they tried to find anything that would lead them to their next clue. When she didn't see anything, Brittany lowered her head and leaned across the table to the smaller girl. She blocked her mouth from view with her hand as she whispered, "I don't see anything suspicious. Do you?"

Santana copied the other girl's actions as she too whispered, "The only thing suspicious I see in here is you. Does that mean you're our next clue?"

Brittany leaned back and began patting herself multiple times, appearing as if she had forgotten what pocket she put her keys in. "No, I don't think so."

"Yeah, me neither. Don't worry though; I'm sure the next clue will turn up at some point. How did you know it would be here anyway?"

Staring at her friend like she had just sprouted an extra arm, Brittany explained bewildered, "Have you not been paying any attention whenever we watch 'Lady and the Tramp'? The best scene is when they have their spaghetti dinner. Breadstix is the only place in Ohio that makes spaghetti actually worth eating. So, 'Lady and the Tramp' equals spaghetti and spaghetti equals Breadstix. See how that works?"

"Wow… must have been some tea."

"Hummingbirds make the best tea. You should try it sometime."

"I'll definitely make a note of it."

It was then that their waitress walked up to the table the girls were sitting at. Brittany's eye's immediately widened in alarm when she recognized who was going to be serving them. It was the same waitress they had when they dined and dashed with Puck. It was also the same waitress the cheerleaders gave a hard time to when there were invisible mice in their meals. Brittany became extremely worried the woman before them would refuse to provide them food, because she was afraid by not getting their meal they would not get their next clue; and that she also wouldn't be able to stop the angry growling in her stomach.

Santana on the other hand breathed out a sigh of relief as she watched the woman approach them. After all the crap Santana had put her through in the past, the brunette was extremely worried the waitress would have backed out of her promise; but here she was. So far so good. But then again… the meal is still young.

"Hey girls, what can I get you?"

Santana looked over at her friend who was gaping at the woman standing next to their table. Brittany was still too shocked to say anything so Santana answered for her, "May we please just have a gigantic bowl of spaghetti?"

"You most certainly can. I will be right back with that."

"Thank you very much!"

Somewhere during the exchange between the two, Brittany whipped her head towards Santana furrowing her eyebrows in puzzlement.

Noticing the expression her friend was giving her, the Latina simply shrugged her shoulders, "What?"

"Since when did you know how to be polite?"

"Since I played Candyland with a jaguar on top of Mount Everest."

"Lucky!"

Before their conversation could go any further the waitress was back with their food. She placed it down at the center of the table and took a step back. "Enjoy your meal ladies." The two cheerleaders thanked her and she left them to enjoy their pasta.

"Alright B, dig in!" Brittany only stared at the bowl of spaghetti in front of her uneasily. "What's wrong? Does it not have the right sauce to pasta ratio?"

The Dutch girl began fiddling with her napkin as she spoke very hesitantly, "San, I have to tell you something… But you have to PROMISE you won't get angry, okay?"

"Okay…" Santana dragged out the word unsure of what was going on.

"The waitress forgot to give us silverware, but it's okay because I'm pretty sure we have to slurp up the spaghetti like they do in the movie. Please don't hurt anyone!" Brittany spurted out so fast it all sounded like one word.

Santana couldn't help but laugh at the adorable ridiculousness of her best friend's concern. "Chill girl. I had a feeling that was what we were going to have to do. No need to have a spazz attack."

"So you're fine with eating this like Lady and Tramp do in the movie?"

"Of course I am. I'd do anything for you. You know that."

At that statement Brittany reached over and took the tan girl's hand in her own pale one and stared affectionately at her best friend. After a few moments of smiling at each other the two girls began slurping away at their pasta. With her head bent over the table as slurped up some pasta, Santana couldn't help but keep her eyes glued on to Brittany. She was hoping that leading Brittany here would be a nice break and the perfect time to talk to the dancer and find out how she was doing. But what Santana really wanted to know about was how Artie was treating her. The Latina was still peeved over the whole "magic comb" incident, and she wished Brittany had broken up with the kid right then and there. Santana found herself selfishly hoping Artie was a horrible boyfriend so she could sweep in and rescue her best friend. She wanted to tell the taller girl that Artie would never be good enough for her; that he didn't deserve her. She wanted to tell Brittany she herself would be the only person in the world who could take care of her correctly. She wanted to tell Brittany so many things, but looking at the blonde, who was fully content in slurping up spaghetti, Santana knew any words would just ruin the moment.

However, while sitting there, as she admired the way her blue-eyed beauty was able to completely be herself without a single care in the world; Santana knew she needed to express how much Brittany meant to her before it was too late. "Before stupid wheels takes her away for good". The only problem was Santana had never been very good at expressing her feelings, especially when it came to Brittany. For some reason Brittany always made Santana produce word vomit every time she tried to convey how she felt.

Suddenly her brown eyes spotted the meatball closest to her, and she knew she had found her way to communicate. Very slowly the cheerleader leaned towards the table and, with the tip of her nose, carefully nudged the meatball towards the other girl. When she looked up her brown eyes met sparkling blue ones as her best friend appeared to be on the verge of tears.

"For me?" Santana nodded in response. "This is the nicest, sweetest, most awesomest thing anyone's ever done for me!" Brittany choked out.

It was now the blonde's turn to slowly lean across the table; but this time instead of pushing the meatball with her nose, Brittany carefully wiped the sauce that had found a home on Santana's face. The Latina didn't know if her body was overheating more from how incredibly adorable the Dutch girl was acting, or from the gentle touch of the dancer's skin against her own.

"Can I keep you?" Wow… corny much? Nice moves Santana. Real smooth, she winced.

Thankfully, Brittany didn't notice. "Forever and ever."

"You promise?"

"I pinky promise." Brittany held up her little finger across the table for Santana to take. The Latina immediately latched on to the awaiting finger and didn't let go until she heard a voice penetrating her thoughts.

"How is everything?"

"Awesome! Don't worry there were no mice this time." Brittany assured the waitress.

"I'm happy to hear that. Here's your check for whenever you guys are ready." And with that she walked off.

Brittany instantly snatched up the check and forced Santana to guess how much the bill was. Once Santana announced her estimation, the blonde opened the check book only to furrow her eyebrows at what she saw. "I don't think this is right."

"What? Did they charge us for refills?"

"I don't think they charged us for anything. I don't see any numbers on here, only words."

"What does it say?" Santana asked suddenly getting nervous. Please be only what I told you to write!

"'I come once a year and lurk inside the purple building. Most people find my surroundings amusing, but find my home to be rather haunted. I sleep in a bed shaped like my body and I like being wrapped up in many sheets. It is me who holds your next clue." Brittany looked at her friend confused, "See? No charge."

"Brittany don't you realize? That's our next clue! The one we've been waiting for!"

Brittany looked at the check again, turned it upside down, then right-side up, and then upside down again before confirming, "Huh. Well, would ya look at that? It is!"

The waitress, who had been watching them fondly from a distance, walked back to their table.

"All set?"

"Yeah, but you forgot to give us the real check. See you gave us the clue to a scavenger hunt we're on." Brittany informed her.

"What clue?"

"This one," Brittany held up the piece of paper. "As happy that I am you gave this to us, we still need the real check."

"That looks like a real check to me," the waitress answered after studying the paper. "You girls have a wonderful day." As she reached to grab the empty pasta bowl she winked at Santana.

The Latina in turn flashed a grateful smile. "Thank you," she mouthed. Never again will I spit chewed up pieces of food at you! Turning her attention back to her best friend Santana asked, "So what do you think this clue means?"

"Well I'm no Shakespeare, but I think the fact that 'amusing' and 'haunted' are both bolded has something to do with being important."

"Why Watson I think you're on to something!"

"Hmmm… it only comes once a year. Its surroundings are amusing but its home is haunted… What could it-?" All of a sudden Brittany's heart dropped to her stomach and Santana could visibly see the already pale girl lose any color she did posses in her face.

"What is it?"

"Our next clue is inside the haunted house at the amusement park…"

Thank you for reading!

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