Oh my it has been ages since my last update and I totally apologize guys! It's just been really hectic juggling uni, work and still having a social life! Finally here's a chapter for you guys and I hope you like it! Please comment and review as it makes me happy and encouraged to write the next chapter! THANK YOU!

Patience is something that Santana was definitely not blessed with. Since she could remember, she was never one to wait for something or someone. Being the youngest child and the only girl, her mother made the mistake of pampering her; giving her everything she wanted. When she was younger, she thought that it was because her parents loved her so much that they will give the whole world to her but as she gained consciousness of how differently her father treated her compared to her brother, she realised that the treatment from her mother is to compensate the fact that her father didn't really pay attention to her. At first she was taken aback; she wanted to confront her parents and demand an explanation but knowing her father, she'd never get a straight answer so she kept her feelings to herself and made the most out of the situation.

Santana has only ever been patient in one aspect of her life and that's Brittany. Brittany was never the brightest among the kids and Santana realized this early in their friendship. Normally, she would never waste time helping other kids in the playground or the classroom but the innocent blue eyes that twinkled when she smiled got her on the first glance. She found herself being very tolerant and nice towards her new friend and she liked it. Growing up, her patience remained and something else was added onto it, she fell in love; with the girl. When she finally acknowledged her feelings for Brittany only to be met by remorseful blue eyes; she knew she needed patience more than anything in her life. She needed to wait for the time when Brittany and Artie finally broke up; and though it was utterly heart breaking to sit and watch the love of her life be with someone else, she took the blow and waited. She waited because she knew that at the end of the day, Brittany was worth it.

So now, a week after Quinn and Rachel's eventful party, she has remained silent; not contacting Brittany. It wasn't because she wasn't ready to talk; she was definitely more than ready; it was because she understood and respected that time was what the blonde asked for and so she was willing to give that to her. She's heard through Quinn that Brittany has been doing a lot of thinking which in turn has made her do a lot of thinking. She's tried not to over analyze this hiatus of communication between them after their night of passion because she didn't want to psych herself out. She's convince herself that Brittany is a fair person therefore whatever her decision might be, there would be a reasonable explanation behind it and Santana was more than willing to hear what it is.

Her deep thoughts were interrupted by a relentless ringing of her phone. She picked her phone up from her bedside table and smiled at the name flashing on her screen. She had been waiting for this day the whole week. Finally, Brittany is initiating contact. Her heart was racing and she could feel her palms sweat; even via phone call this woman has such an effect on her, it's crazy.

"Hi, Britt." She finally answered; trying to ignore the thudding in her chest.

"Hey San, how are you?" she replied, sounding quite nervous herself.

"I'm good just writing up a report. You?" she lied; because she didn't want Brittany to think she'd been waiting around all week for this very important phone call.

"Oh! I'm sorry, did I disturb you? I can call again lat—"

"Britt, it's okay. Don't worry, I'd rather talk to you!" she cut the blonde off. Well that sounded keen.

"Okay, if you say so." She replied still sounding unsure, "So anyway, I called because I think I'm ready to talk."

Santana internally smiled like a clichéd teenager, "Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I think we've—I've waited long enough to figure things out and I think, hope, that I finally made up my mind." She stated; it was difficult to decipher Brittany's tone and this worried the Latina a little bit.

"Well, I'm glad you called Britt. Shall we talk over dinner?" she bit her lip in anticipation. She was looking forward to the conversation but at the same time, she wanted to see the blonde woman again.

"Yeah, are you free tonight?"

Santana almost squealed in excitement even though she's not even sure what the night holds for both of them. "Yeah of course I am. I'll pick you up at 8?"

"Sure San, I'll see you later then."

"Later, Britt." She smiled from ear to ear as she hung the phone up.

Even though she had no idea what Brittany's decision was going to be, she was just happy that her ex-girlfriend took that first step to talk to her. She knew that if Brittany hadn't called her sometime in the next week, she'd be willing to go to the blonde's apartment and beg her to take her back. This was a better situation; Santana gets to keep her dignity and see the woman she was still so head over heels with. She hoped so desperately that tonight will end well. She didn't want to be disappointed yet again; it would break her to hear the blonde's final decision but she could not do anything until tonight so revelling in the phone call she just had would get her through until then.

The drive to Brittany's apartment was one of the longest drives she's ever taken in a while. Even though the actual journey only took about twenty minutes, to Santana it felt like a whole lifetime. The nerves kicked in about an hour ago when it finally dawned on her that this "dinner date"—if you can call it that— with Brittany will ultimately make her or break her and that was a huge concept. She tried to keep calm; think about other things— anything apart from tonight, or Brittany and her blonde hair, blue eyes, her smile, her body—but it was proving to be difficult. No wonder she jumped straight to her car after changing; staying in her apartment in complete silence only made her thoughts wander far, very far away. She thought driving would be a good distraction as she would technically be in public; looking at things; paying attention to the road etc, so she's be doing something other than thinking about what lies ahead of her. As it turns out, every single playlist on her iPod reminded her of Brittany so that plan failed almost immediately; the sad thing was that she did not even try to turn the volume down or completely off. In a way she was thankful of all the memories she has of Brittany so far and having an entire iPod song collection reminding her of the woman she truly loves made her realize something: she's not going to give up without a fight. If Brittany tells her that she doesn't want to get back together, Santana is willing to beg. She's willing to step down and throw every inch of her pride out of the window because she knows that even if it doesn't go her way, she still tried her best. She still fought to keep her; and that's the best she could do.

After twenty minutes of driving, she arrived at Brittany's apartment, much to her surprise. She doesn't even know how she actually got there, maybe she just subconsciously memorized how to get there since she often visits Quinn and Rachel. Her watch read 7.50pm, she's early. It makes her look keen, and she's not entirely sure if that is a good thing. She tapped her fingers on the steering wheel as if it would help her figure out what to do. She finally stepped out of her car and casually checked her appearance on the reflection of her window. She looked reasonably good, okay, more than reasonable. She decided dress in the middle; not to casual but not too formal. Her outfit consists of a pair of skin tight black skinny jeans, a white button up shirt that's a little loose and a little see through to show her black lacy bra just enough to not seem suggestive and a pair of simple black high heeled boots; sexy yet respectable. She smirked at her reflection; at least if she gets rejected, she'll look good doing it.

Brittany checked her appearance one last time on the full body mirror before nodding her head to reassure she was dressed for the occasion. She didn't want to be too formal so she settled for a white and black body con dress, topped with a leather jacket and a pair of sensible heels. She let out a deep breath when she heard her door bell ring and headed straight to the front door; picking up her belongings on the way out. Knowing Santana, she would not want her to wait a second longer. She reached for the door handle and as the door opened, she tried to leave her doubts behind and focus on the woman smiling shyly in front of her.

"Hey, Britt." There was an obvious pause in the brunette's greeting as she took the taller woman's appearance in without looking too mesmerized, "You look great."

Brittany smiled timidly as she felt a blush creep through her skin. Thank goodness for good make up. "Thanks San, so do you."

It was slightly awkward with all the exchange of compliments; as if it was their first date or something. They have always verbally affectionate towards each other, even when their relationship was not officially romantic. They just liked to appreciate each other's physique; it was obvious that both women were far from being an eye sore. Tonight though, they both weren't sure what this meeting was exactly so it was hard to tell what exactly the exchange of compliments meant.

"You all set?" Santana asked, trying to break the silence that has somehow developed between them. Stop the awkwardness, that's a good start.

"Yeah, let's get going." Brittany offered as she stepped out of her apartment and started walking beside Santana.

Santana didn't respond, she just flashed a genuinely happy smile and it was enough for the blonde to forget that tonight was not a date; because it was starting to feel like a reunion.

They arrived at a decent restaurant after much deliberation of where to go. Santana as usual insisted on getting reservations at a high end restaurant because she knew someone who works there but Brittany reassured her that this place was fine; and of course the brunette obliged to the blonde's request, just like the old days. There have been a few exchanges of suggestive smiles; flirtation was something both women were not short of. There have been stolen glances when one of them isn't looking at the other; which was hardly, because ever since they left Brittany's place, Santana has not once paid attention to anything else; even admittedly beating a stop light on the way. Everything seemed to be going smoothly; the conversation flowed easily once they sat down at the restaurant; in a cosy corner which was particularly asked for by the blonde. Whatever it was that she wanted to say; she wanted to do it as privately as possible and even though this made Santana a little nervous, she was just happy to spend time alone with her ex girlfriend, away from the prying eyes of the other customers. No matter what happens, just remember the good times. That's what she keeps reminding herself every time she remembers that there is a fifty percent chance that this will be it for her and Brittany.

"I'm glad we did this, San." Brittany smiled sweetly as she lightly brushed the brunette's hand with her own; sending an electrifying sensation shooting through her veins which caused her to hold her breath for a second.

Santana was surprised with how intimate this night was becoming; she'd expected serious talks, maybe some tears and some arguing but feeling Brittany's soft palms on her skin erased any anxiousness that was building up in the back of her mind, "Me too, B. Can I be honest?"

Brittany's eyes flashed a look of confusion and uncertainty but either way she smiled, "Of course, San. You can be honest with me."

Santana smiled as she placed her other hand on top of Brittany's, "Britt, I miss you so much. It's been so hard trying to accept that you have this whole other life without me. I mean, I knew it would be difficult but God, B, when it finally hit me, I was a wreck. I just didn't know how to function. Listen to me, I'm sorry, I sound so pathetic."

Brittany smiled sympathetically towards the other woman; her eyes landed on brown orbs which glimmered with apology and longing, "Santana, please don't be sorry. I have to be honest, when I left at first I felt relieved. You know after months of us being in a vicious circle; I knew at some point bottled up feelings will explode and they did; and I'm sorry that we had those exchanges, I really am. As much as I wanted to think by myself for a bit, I didn't want to fight with you but it was the spur of the moment thing, I guess. Then finally, I found the courage to leave. It was hard but somehow in the back of my mind, I knew it was the right thing to do."

A tear escaped the brunette's eye and she quickly wiped it away; not wanting to look so emotionally vulnerable, "So where does this leave us?"

"During those weeks of being away from you, I've thought a lot about us," Brittany squeezed Santana's hand gently before continuing, "and it has been a very confusing though process, San. A part of me wants to stay away but every time I see you, I just can't help but gravitate towards you. I miss you, a lot. I just don't know if I can put all my hopes in us, again. We've been through a lot of pain these past few months."

"Then don't think ahead Britt. Think of right now; think about how you feel at this moment, right here. Brittany, I am scared. I'm scared to lose you completely but I'm more terrified of hurting you again. But at this very moment, when I look at you, I forget all my fears and all I want to be is with you, so please give us—me another chance. Please, I love you so much." She pleaded through the involuntary tears that have been flowing down her cheeks.

Brittany smiled as she fought the flood of emotions overwhelming her. She shifted closer to Santana, not taking her eyes away from the brunette. Her hand found the outline of Santana's jaw and traced it lightly with her fingertips; taking in every inch of her detail. She could feel the warmth of her breath on her skin; they were that close. Everything just seemed irrelevant at this moment and it was true; whenever she's this close to the brunette, all her inhibitions and worries are forgotten. It just felt so goddamn right that fighting her feelings seemed like such a chore. She took one last glance at the brown hopeful eyes in front of her before darting her eyes to the soft lips waiting for an answer. No words were needed; all it took was a sweet, honest kiss full of hope and trust which said everything she needed to say.

"Just in case you missed that, it means I love you too." Brittany smiled as they pulled away from each other.

Santana took the taller woman's hand and brought it up to her lips and gave it kiss, "Thank you."

OH YEAH BOY. BRITTANA IS BACK ON! I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE THIS CHAPTER! I DIDN'T WANT TO MAKE IT SUPER CHEESY...it's not my style of writing. I thrive on angst but I thought it was about time to bring them back together! COMMENTS and REVIEWS are appreciated!