HI guys! Back with an update :) Sorry it's been so long but I've been super busy for the usual reasons! I'm afraid the next update is undertermined...let's hope I get some free time from uni and socializing! I hope you like this one and comment and reviews are super appreciated! THANKS!

The sound of incessant loud knocking on the door finally broke her slumber. There was a constant throb in her head and everything just seemed a little blurry as she glanced around in the familiar room. There was hardly any light coming through from the windows as the blinds pretty much blocked any form of light from the outside world. She looked around again; yes, she was in Quinn's guest bedroom; yes, she was hung over and needed Advil straight away; but why the hell is she alone and naked? She should be waking up to a sweet kiss from a certain long legged blonde, blue eyed beauty.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the door swinging open and Quinn appearing in front of her looking worried.

"What the fuck, Quinn?" she shouted, pulling the covers closer to her very naked body.

Quinn looked around; her eyes finally landing on a very naked Santana, "Shit S, what are you doing in my guest room? Naked?"

Santana blushed a little bit; even though they've both seen each other in this position; a few times; she'd be lying if she said all of them were innocent. "Where's Brittany?"

"I'm asking you why you're naked and you—"the realization of what happened last night finally dawned on the hazel eyed woman and she gasped, "Holy shit! You guys hooked up, or shall I say made up?"

"Fuck Q, you think if we made up I'd still be lying in your guest bedroom naked?" Santana queried; her head was still aching from last night's alcohol consumption.

"Well..."

"On my own, Quinn. Alone." The brunette added, making her point clearer to the other woman.

"S, I didn't see Brittany leave; so I assumed she left early but..." Quinn paused, accidentally staring at the very dishevelled sheets of her guest bedroom; she will need to do the laundry, "I guess, I now I know where she was."

"Oh stop being a perv Fabgay. I'll wash your sheets, don't worry." Santana retorted still wondering where the hell Brittany went.

"Okay Satan. Come downstairs if you want breakfast, I'm sure whatever it is you need to sort out with Britt, you'll be able to do later. She lives in this building." Quinn replied nonchalantly smiling secretly. Mission accomplished.

Santana was left on her own again; still very naked. What the actual fuck? They finally sleep together after so long and Brittany makes the run for it before she woke up? If things were complicated before this; they just got amazingly impossible to figure out. What does this mean, ultimately, for them? It would really help to get the blonde woman in this conversation instead of talking to herself. No shit, Sherlock. The brunette let herself collapse on the bed once again while letting last night's memories flood back to her. Everything just felt so god damn right. She lets out a sigh of frustration; wondering what the rest of the day will unfold for her—them; given that she can actually get a hold of the missing blue eyed woman. She needed to talk to her, badly. They need to discuss what the implications of their encounter have on their relationship, if they still have one. She closes her eyes once again only to feel herself succumb to a very much needed sleep.

Brittany paced back and forth in her bedroom wearing only her dressing gown as she just stepped out of the shower. Shit. Shit. Shit. What did she get herself into? She left early this morning before Santana could even wake up because she knew, she didn't want to have to talk about what happened between them last night while the two of them were in bed, naked and suffering from a hangover; it could only lead to no good. So she left and went back to her apartment, thank goodness it was only a floor up from Quinn and Rachel's because frankly she couldn't bear doing the walk of shame. As soon as she got into her apartment, she passed out on her bed from overwhelming exhaustion and the throbbing headache caused by that bottle of wine she nearly finished just before the brunette dragged her into the guestroom and well, her hormones got the better of her. She woke up a couple of hours later and decided to jump into the shower to wash Santana's scent off her, not that she didn't like it, it just makes everything about last night so real.

What does this mean then; for both of them? Oh god, things just got a little bit more complex; seeing as now she just could not stop thinking about Santana and last night and her hands and her body and just everything about her. This is not great. She was doing so well, coping on her own and now it's as if she's forgotten how to block the Latina from her thoughts; much like before, when they were still together. She didn't know whether it would be a good idea to talk to her or maybe just leave it and it will blow over? Bullshit. Nothing ever blows over when it comes to Santana; for sure once she'd be making her way over to the blonde's place when she wakes up and realizes that Brittany made the run for it. Santana is all about confrontation; Brittany's more of an "it will pass by" kind of person.

Soon enough, she heard her doorbell ring. Shit, shit, shit. There was nowhere to go now. Sooner or later she'd have to face the brunette anyway; seeing as their lives are so interconnected even when they're not actually together anymore. She fixes her dressing gown; making sure it's not too revealing, that would not help the situation; and walks to the door, inhaling and exhaling deeply before finally opening the door.

Santana nervously waited for the door to be answered; she played with the hem of the sweatshirt she borrowed from Quinn. She figured showering and changing into more comfortable clothes could help with her thinking; of course they didn't. The door opened slowly, revealing a tall blonde figure dressed in a bathrobe. Great. She could feel herself swallow at the sight before her as her eyes roamed Brittany's body subconsciously. When her eyes finally land on blue orbs, she quickly turned away as she felt a blush creep through her skin. So Brittany is newly showered; hair dripping wet and she's dressed in a bathrobe which was too short; for occasions like these anyway.

"Hey." Brittany finally greeted; awkwardness was enveloping the whole atmosphere.

"Hi." Wow. You actual idiot. Santana's mind has gone blank; her brain has turned into mush as she stared right back at the blue eyes, "Can we talk?"

There was a pause of hesitation from the taller woman as she figured out whether it was the right time to talk. She's not exactly dressed appropriately, even though she knew Santana has seen every inch of her; flashback most recently to last night; it was still a little awkward knowing that they're going to have to talk about serious things.

"Yeah, I guess so." She finally replies, opening the door to let the brunette in, "Come in."

Santana shyly walks through the door and does a quick scan of the place. It looks pretty sizeable, everything was compact though, compared to their apartment but it was still nice. She smiled as she looked around the place; seeing Brittany all over it. The bright colours, the displays, the pictures, it looked good. And she couldn't help but feel a little hurt knowing how well the blonde has settled in.

Brittany guides her to the living room/ kitchen where the blonde offers her a sit around the compact dining table. The taller woman doesn't sit down with her straight away; she turns on the coffee machine and leans on the kitchen counter as she waits for her coffee.

"Want some?" Brittany offers with a casual smile. Santana nods, she was still minimizing her use of words. The blonde woman hands her a cup of piping hot coffee and sits down around the table; directly opposite Santana. This just feels so formal.

"So about last nig—"

"I just want to apo—"

They both started at the same time; awkwardly smiling at each other when they realized neither of them can finish the sentence.

"You should go first." Santana offered; trying to be as polite as possible.

Brittany looked at her with uncertain eyes. She looked nervous and confused at the same time.

"I'm sorry I left this morning. I was just..." she paused trying to find the right words that won't make this situation worse, "overwhelmed and confused."

Santana smiled, she understands what the blonde means. Last night kind of opened up new emotions for her; adding to the ones she already has and it's just not ideal. She knew what she wanted; she knew what she came here for but seeing the other woman look genuinely stuck, she's not sure whether this was the right time to berate her with questions.

"I guess I can say the same for me. I'm sorry if I acted like a douche bag last night when you were talking to Artie. I was jealous. I admit it." The brunette apologized, thinking that it would be the right time to make amends instead of starting an argument.

Brittany looked up to meet her gaze; Santana is apologizing. She smiled at her, acknowledging how difficult it must be for the Latina to admit she was wrong. "Thank you, San. That means a lot. I'm sorry I was a jerk about Puck too."

"Oh don't worry about Puck. He's the biggest jerk of them all; but you know B, he's a good friend." She says smiling slightly, "So I guess I better get going. I've got some errand to run."

Santana knew there was no point in pushing a discussion any time today. It was nice not to argue with Brittany for once and she didn't want to ruin that by saying something that would upset the other woman, so leaving would probably be her best option. She smiled again, apologetically before standing up and heading to the door. Brittany followed close behind her, still thinking about what they should do.

"So, I guess I'll see you around Britt." Santana turned around one last time to say goodbye.

Unexpectedly, the blonde extended her arms forward, signalling for a goodbye hug. Well this is awkward. Santana didn't know whether to take the invitation but what the heck, she wanted to. She let herself be wrapped around the taller woman's embrace, feeling her warmth all over again, smelling her sweet scent. There were no words exchanged between them but the hug probably did that for them. It was more than a friendly hug; it was lingering and every senses of her being tingled at the contact. She didn't want to let go; her heart ached knowing that this would have to end. She opened her eyes again and finally decided to free herself from Brittany's embrace as gently as possible.

"See you soon, San." Brittany smiled, remorsefully; she knew the brunette wanted to have a conversation but sadly she couldn't give that to her right now.

Santana turned around to walk out the door but a gentle pull kept her from finally walking away.

"We should talk soon, over dinner?" Brittany finally said; knowing that it was the least she could do for Santana.

"Yeah I'd like that." The Latina smiled genuinely, "Thank you B." She turned around trying to fight the tears, tears of joy that are trying to escape her eyes.

As Brittany shut her front door, the image of Santana smiling at her was engraved in her brain. It was good to see the other woman smile again; she felt bad that she couldn't talk about what happened last night at this moment. She figured the best way to probably have a good conversation is to let a few days pass. She needed to think. Think about everything in her life; what she wants and where she wants to be. It was going to be a gruelling few days filled with a lot of emotional re-evaluation but she's this is what she—they needed in order to move forward.

Santana could no longer fight the tears; she didn't know exactly why she was crying; all she knew was that Brittany wanted to talk. And she was happy about that. She knew it's what they both need in order to know where exactly they stand and what the future has for them. She'll admit that she's totally anxious about what will come out of their little meeting but for now, she's internally celebrating because for the first time a long time, something is going right.

Brittana with no argument/angst? Is this the same fic? haha hope you guys like it! comments and reviews please :)!