I woke up the next morning to the light shining in the window. Santana was snuggling closer to me as I moved. I kissed her repeatedly on the top of her head and she smiled.

"San?"

"Yes?"

"Oh, you're awake. Sorry if I woke you. Its only like ten."

"I'd better get up anyway; my mom will have left stuff for me to do." She sighed.

"I could help?" I beamed.

"Nah Britt, it's cool. Go back to sleep if you want."

I thought about it. I pushed myself up onto my elbows to look into Santana's eyes.

"Hey."

"Hi B." She smiled.

I got up and hugged the now standing Santana. We held each other until I finally pulled back and kissed her. I put my hands under her shirt and felt up the arch of her back. I felt a shiver run through her. She ran her fingers through my hair and I giggled.

"What?"

"Oh nothing..." I giggled further.

"What Britt?"

"I don't know. I just love being like this with you." I grinned at her.

"Me too B, but I gotta go downstairs. Get changed and I'll make you some breakfast."

"Wouldn't you rather stay up here while I change? I smirked.

"C'mon babe, I thought we were taking it slow? Her voice sounded concerned.

"We are!" I laughed "I was just kidding San, don't worry."

She half smiled and went to the door. I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist.

"I'm sorry S." I frowned.

"It's fine seriously" She said as she stroked my thigh.

She then left to go downstairs. I went to get changed and I borrowed some of Santana's clothes. I took a cute pink t-shirt and a pair of denim short shorts. I shook my head to free my hair and wore it down. I then walked in my bare feet down to the kitchen. Santana was making eggs, another one of my favourites. I sat down in one of the dining chairs.

"Hey hot stuff" she said as she eyed me up and down, lingering on my legs.

"What are you looking at?" I asked embarrassedly.

"Your legs obviously." I laughed as she made her way over to me and sat down. She took my legs and put them on her lap.

"There amazing" she admired as she caressed my leg.

I smiled girlishly as she got up to tend to the breakfast. She then got two plates out and put toast on both and buttered it. She then scooped eggs on to both plates. I got up and got knives and forks out and poured some juice for us. I sat back down and Santana began.

"Last night was great B, thank you."

"It was really fun. Thank for telling me how you really felt San, I know that stuff is hard for you."

She grunted in agreement. That was Santana, she never gave anyone an edge on her. Not saying much but when she does speak its usually full of spite. Although when she talked to me it was nothing but care. There was a comfortable silence as we eat until Santana suggested we stay at home today, and watch movies and stuff. I could only guess what the 'and stuff' meant.

It meant snuggling and making out. That's what we did for about nine hours. I just wondered what would happen on Monday. I went home and slept with my thoughts.

I woke up on Monday morning to the sound of my phone ringing.

"San?"

"Hey Britt, this is just a wakeup call seen as I knew you wouldn't be up."

"Thank you, want a ride to school?"

"Sure that would be great"

"I'll pick you up in about twenty, ok?"

"That's perfect, see you then."

I hung up and began to get ready. I found my Cheerio's uniform and put it on. I went to the bathroom and inspected my pony. I then applied a thin layer of foundation with some eye liner and mascara. I found my shoes before I headed out the door with my bag and keys in toe. I got in my car and turned on the engine. I flicked the dial on the radio and began to bob my head. I reversed out of my drive and went towards Santana's house.

She was waiting outside holding her backpack. I pulled up beside her on the curb and she glided into the seat next to me. She turned to look at me and smiled. We shared a quick peck and started on the journey to school. Santana looked over in my direction, she looked worried.

"What's up S?" I showed my unease.

"Britt, today in school, nothing is going to happen between us. Understand?" She muttered coldly.

"I guess, but-"

"Don't Brittany, it's just the way it is." She cut in.

"I understand then." I said; my voice weak.

In truth I didn't understand. I thought Santana loved me, I guess not. We pulled up in school and I got out and waited for Santana. Then I locked the car and walked into the building. I sauntered to my locker and put the combo in that Santana forced me to memorize. I fiddled through my books and put my bag in my locker. Santana walked over and held out her pinkie, I joined mine to hers and she escorted me to class. I didn't look back as I made my way inside.

We had Glee later on that day. I went to Mercedes and Kurt and we chatted about ducks taking over the world. This was a very worrying subject. Santana then strode in and sat alone in the back row of chairs. She glanced at me and motioned me next to her. I obeyed. I sat beside her and crossed my legs.

"How is your day going B?"

"Fine, apart from the fact that ducks could literally take over the world; that's bad. What about yours?"

She giggled and became serious "Pretty crappy."

"Oh, why?"

"Because...-"

"Alrighty gang, who's ready for Michael Jackson?" Mr Shue exclaimed.

"I'll tell you later Britt."

"You can come to my house, ok?"

"Yea cool."

Mr Shue continued on a rant about what a magical performer Michael was. Of course I agreed and clapped when he finished with a much needed breath. Santana's coming over later. Yay!