Hello guys! First of all, apologies for the lack of updates. Work has just been pretty hectic and I've been going out a lot too! However, I've been trying to write chapters at work; or atleast starting them so I have a few new chapters written. Please be patient with the story; you have to understand that I don't just want to "fix" the problem straight away! haha...i might introduce new conflicts, I'm not too sure yet. But anyway, here's one for you! Comments and reviews are appreciated. I get so happy when I receive little emails from some of you saying nice things and also, when I get notifications of people putting this on their fave story list! haha.. Thank you!

Two days was not enough time; Santana figured. They rolled into one continuous day full of medical tests, questions, visiting friends and relatives. She doesn't even remember spending a moment alone with Brittany due to these interruptions. The blonde doesn't seem fazed by it all; she was her usual bubbly self to everyone, coming up with the most random comments; just like Brittany. Santana longed for a moment of peace; to sit beside her girlfriend and talk about their situation or to just lie down beside her and relax. She wanted to feel her warm skin beside her; it always gave her a sense of comfort but she didn't find the time; nor did she think Brittany wanted some time.

So for the past two days she sat patiently along with Quinn, who seemed to be the only one who really noticed the anxiety she was sporting, while Brittany went to all the checkups etc. Her attending doctor gave her the "all clear" two days earlier but the Latina didn't want to go home without her girlfriend; she insisted on staying in the weird smelling hospital room for another two days; she'd been there a week so a couple of days weren't going to make any difference to her. But more importantly, she wanted to make sure everything was alright with Brittany. Her biggest fear was that she'd receive an unwanted call from the hospital telling her something has gone wrong; she didn't want that; she couldn't handle another one of those calls.

Today is finally the day. Dr Fitzgerald stayed true to his words and gave them the good news they've been anticipating for the last two days. Brittany beamed with happiness when he announced that she can finally go back home. Santana remained stoical; she was glad everything finally falling into place but there was a nagging feeling that tugged on her heart. Brittany was on her way to recovery and this meant that the brunette grew more and more anxious to hear what the future looks for them; their future; hopefully together.

"Hey are you okay?" Brittany asked the Latina who seemed to be lost on her thoughts; she'd beeb like this most days.

"Yeah, I'm so glad we're finally getting out of this place. I'm starting to get used to the smell in here." she lied trying to cover up her thoughts; she knew Brittany wasn't ready to talk and some light hearted chat would also do her some good.

"Me too. I'm looking forward to sleeping in my own bed, I mean our bed." The blonde bit her lip at the slip she made.

"B, it's okay if you want to sleep on the bed on your own. I'll take the couch." The brunette replied nonchalantly.

"I didn't mean it like that, San. I don't want you to sleep on the couch; it's so uncomfortable and lord tubs sleeps there remember? "a smile crept on Brittany's lips which then elicited the same reaction from her girlfriend.

"Of course I remember, B." she smiled resting her hand on her girlfriend's lap. She missed times like these and she was more than happy to share the same bed with Brittany again; she didn't care about sleeping with her; she just wanted the intimacy of cuddling with her girlfriend. She wanted for things to go back to the way they were so desperately that she'd take any opportunity to her advantage. "Quinn and Rachel are on their way to pick us up. Do you need anything from the doctor before we go?"

"No, I think I have all I need. Do you?" Brittany replied; and Santana tried her best not to read into it but her mind was already doing the opposite.

"Yeah I do, B." She smiled.

It wasn't long until the "unicorn couple", Quinn and Rachel, showed up to pick them up. As usual, Berry was yapping on and on about how ecstatic she was to be spending some time with both Brittany and Santana during their recovery period. Quinn spent all the time smirking at Santana trying not to publicly point out the wince she knew her best friend was trying to hide. As much as she was grateful for their friends to take time caring for them; the idea of Rachel being there constantly was something she'd never even contemplated before. It took her long enough to even accept that her best friend was dating her. Brittany was, as usual, excited to spend time with them and so the Latina bit her tongue to stop herself from letting out a sarcastic comment that might hurt Rachel and Brittany's feelings. Quinn would understand though; she always knew Santana was trying.

"It's okay, S, we can just play some Call of Duty while these two bake fairy cakes and shit." Quinn whispered out of nowhere making the brunette jump a little on the sofa.

Santana gave her the "how did you know?" look. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Quinn let out a chuckle, "Oh please, Lopez. Give me more credit here. You're eyes would have turned inside out from rolling them every time Rach said "hang out together." I know you."

"You know me too well, apparently. I can't even hide my thoughts; that's a little disturbing to be honest." Santana exhaled, "Sorry, Q, it's just you know when I spend too much time with Rachel, I get—"

"Really bitchy and sarcastic?" Quinn laughed, "It's okay, I understand."

"I knew it! You get annoyed with her too! But you're too whipped to say anything." Santana remarked with a smug look on her face.

"That's not what I said. Rachel is great company." Quinn defended.

"Yeah if your life to be a series of musical train wrecks." the Latina joked.

"Be nice, Lopez." Quinn playfully punched her friend's arm.

"Jeez, Q. Watch it, I'm recovering, remember?" She said in a fake hurt tone.

"Woman up, Santana."

The drive back to their apartment was quite the journey. Quinn drove as Rachel yapped. Santana wanted to put a pair of ear plugs in to save her hearing senses but she didn't have access to one. Instead, she decided to focus on Brittany who was sitting beside her; intently listening to Rachel's opinions on the current Broadway shows. They were sat close to each other; knees touching; Santana wanted to wrap her arms around the blonde woman but didn't want to interrupt their seemingly intense conversation so she sighed into her seat and tried to block out Berry's annoying voice and drifted off to sleep.

It was a typical lazy afternoon; Santana and Brittany were still curled up in bed, cuddling. During their first year of living together, they always spent weekends like this. Neither of them had a job, since they both decided to focus on their studies while grasping the idea of being totally independent. So today was no different. All alarm clocks were switched off, phones on silent, landline disconnected. It was their favourite day of the week.

They lay in with their limbs tangles with each other under the warmth of their dishevelled bed sheets. Santana could feel Brittany's breath on her skin. This and the skin on skin body heat caused her to slowly open her eyes. It's 1PM and they've still not moved from the bed; not that she's complaining or anything; last night was very exhausting for both of them. She carefully turned around to face her girlfriend, who shifted a little bit but was still definitely asleep. Santana marvelled at the beauty in front of her. She gently moved blonde hair away from the dancer's face and let her fingers caress the side of her face; tracing her jaw line lightly. Brittany is simply stunning. The way the light hit her face; illuminating her fair complexion always took the brunette's breath away. She studied her as she slept; completely oblivious to Santana's eyes staring at her in complete awe.

"Someday, I will marry you. I promise." she whispered; giving the tip of the blonde's nose a light peck.

A pair of eyes slowly opens; revealing two blue orbs still hazy and tired. Brittany smiled at the familiar contact between her and her girlfriend and shifted her body closer to Santana; moulding herself into every curve of the brunette's body; a skill she's been accustomed to since they started being intimate with each other.

"Why are you up so early?" Brittany asked as she planted a soft kiss on the crook of Santana's neck; inhaling the familiar scent of honey and milk.

Santana smiled at the contact, "Britt, it's one in the afternoon. It's late."

"It's still early. It's our lazy weekend, remember?" the taller woman mumbled. "You smell so good."

Santana laughed slightly, "You smell so good too, B. Like summer berries."

"Hmmm..." she breathed out against caramel skin. "Hey, San?"

"Yeah, B?"

"I want to marry you too, someday." she said tightening her arms around Santana to show sincerity.

"I love you so much, Brittany." Santana replied holding her as close as possible; giving her a kiss on her temple.

She was woken up by a loud screech; the car came to an abrupt halt and she almost made out with the back of the driver's seat. Thank goodness for seat belts. Apparently, Quinn still had dreams of become one of the "Fast and the Furious" characters. Her driving was absolutely mental; something that was so unusual for Quinn Fabray who has been dubbed "the careful one" since they were youngsters. Her dream (or flashback) was interrupted all together and she was a little bit annoyed at that. She looked round, trying to take in her surroundings. They were at their apartment block's parking lot. It was weird being back round here for the first time in almost two weeks.

"Jesus, Quinn. How the hell did you even pass your driver's ed?" Santana asked sarcastically; unbuckling her seatbelt after she made sure the car engine was completely off.

"I have skills, Lopez." She smiled, haughtily. "Is everyone good?"

"Quinn, honey, next time could you please slow down a little?" Rachel pleaded.

"Yeah, Quinn, that was a little fast. I was a kind of scared." Brittany joined along.

"Sorry guys, I got carried away." The hazel eyed driver apologized.

"This is not "Fast and the Furious", Fabray." Santana mocked; opening the car door to hop on outside.

After struggling to gather their things and transport Brittany in her wheel chair and Santana in her crutches; they finally make it inside their apartment. The place looks a bit cleaner than they last saw it; they figured Quinn and Rachel must have tidied up at some point when they picked up Lord Tubbs. It was nice to be back in their place; the familiar scent of cinnamon incense was comforting for both of them. It was their home; their fortress.

Quinn helped Santana with their bags; she can now hobble with one crutch so at least it's easier for her to move around the house; while Rachel wheeled Brittany straight to the bedroom. It was getting a bit late and they've decided that it was best for Brittany to get ready for bed. There were no objections as Santana also felt very exhausted. She just wanted to curl up in bed beside her girlfriend and snooze off. Quinn and Rachel offered to stay over but the Latina kindly refused their proposition as they looked so worn out too; they would probably be better off sleeping in their comfortable bed rather than the pull out bed in the living room. Santana re-assured them that they'd be fine and that she'd immediately ring the other couple if there was a problem. Brittany agreed as she felt a little bit guilty for taking up their friends' time even though they so willingly want to help them.

"Seriously, Quinn, we'll be alright. Go home and take a rest, come back tomorrow." Santana once again re-assured her best friend.

"Rach and I don't mind sleeping on the couch guys. It's fine." Quinn argued.

"You've done so much, guys. I'm sure we'll just be sleeping tonight so don't worry. Santana will call you if we need anything." Brittany added.

"Okay, if you say so. We won't hold you guys from spending some quality time together." Rachel announced.

Half an hour later and several attempts at goodbye; the "unicorn couple" finally made their way back to their place. Santana made sure Brittany was alright; Rachel was kind enough to help Brittany get dressed for bed before they left so she was all set. The brunette made her way to the bathroom to get ready for bed herself.

A few minutes later, she headed to their bedroom; the lights were dimly lit and Brittany was already dozing off to sleep. Santana carefully pulled the covers up and tucked herself under it; careful not to disturbed the blonde woman resting beside her. She immediately felt the warmth from Brittany's body; her girlfriend was always a great source of heat; and she felt herself surrender to sleep. She inched closer to the warm body next to her; positioning herself so that she was hugging Brittany from behind.

She lightly kissed the back of her girlfriend's neck; placing an arm over her waist. Brittany shuffled a little bit; she was already too tired to react.

"I meant what I said before. Someday, I will marry you, Britt." She muttered only enough for herself to hear.

Under the darkness of their room; Brittany opened her eyes after hearing what her girlfriend said. She wanted to say something; she wanted to tell her that things aren't back to the way they were but she didn't have the heart to say that to the Santana. Not after everything that's happened. She felt like they were playing some kind of game; whatever it was; was testing their relationship to the limits. It's as if they're going back and forth; one day Santana is the one in doubt with her feelings and then the next day it's Brittany, etc. She wished so hard for them to just start all over again; erase any memories of the last few months but that was beyond impossible; and with that the only she could do was close her eyes and ignore the aching feeling in her heart.

I share your frustration guys, bare with me! hahaha