So I heard some of you wanted a second chapter :) I'm sorry for not continuing this story earlier, I really wanted to just let it be a one shot, but after reading all of your very kind reviews - and thank you for those - I just had to give in haha. So, I wrote this little piece.

I really hope you like it, and if I manage to continue this story, I think it may become quite interesting :)

This chapter is just sort of the aftermath, not a lot of exciting things happen, but I already have some ideas for following chapters.

Anyway, have fun, and I hope you enjoy the chapter that you all had to wait an awful long time for ;)

After a long night, Santana slowly starts to wake up. Her lips curl up in a goofy smile when she feels an arm loosely placed over her stomach, and she hears the calming rythm of a girl's breathing by her ear. Blond hair is sprawled out over the pillow next to her, while the girl's nose is nuzzled into the crook of Santana's neck.

The brunette let's out a content sigh, before tearing her eyes away from the blonde, and up to the room she's in. She looks around, and it takes her a second, before it suddenly sinks in. This isn't Quinn's room.

And this certainly isn't her room.

Why the hell would they ..-

oh ..

That's when Santana realises it. Quinn and her aren't together in a random bedroom. Quinn and her aren't together at all. Quinn broke up with her. Quinn left.

When the body next to her wiggles a bit, Santana stiffens. The arm around her waist tightens its grip. Santana glances around the room once more and gulps when she sees her shirt from last night, sticking out from underneath the bed. And a few inches further, her pants. She doesn't see her underwear anywhere, but she isn't too sure she's still wearing it either.

She carefully attempts to move the arm from her waist, but the girl doesn't cooperate at all. The blonde moves again, and this time her movements cause the sheet to reveal a part of her face. Santana looks at her.

Nope. Not Quinn.

She makes a second attempt to free herself from the girl's grip, and this time the blonde lets go. She rolls over and cuddles into her pillow. Santana takes a deep breath, as silent as possible, and then lifts up the bed sheet.

Shit.

Her underwear must be somewhere in the room then.

She slowly sits up, trying not to wake the girl up, and she slides out of the bed. Completely naked, and slightly shivering because fuck this room is freezing, Santana wanders around the bedroom. She picks up her shirt and jeans, and drags one of her shoes out from under the bed. She kneels down to find her other shoe, but it's not in the same place. When she stands up, two eyes are watching her.

"Looking for something?"

Santana's eyes widen and she quickly attempts to cover herself up. The girl is sitting up in bed, the sheet barely covering her chest. When Santana accidentally drops her shirt to the floor and starts freaking out because she's in an unknown girl's bedroom with absolutely no clothes on and no memory of what exactly happened last night, the girl just giggles.

"Hey" she calls, causing Santana to look up at her. The girl moves to the side of the bed and looks like she's searching for something on the ground. When she apparently doesn't find it, she slides out of bed and takes a few steps towards her wardrobe, before opening it and grabbing a piece of clothing. She turns around and throws an oversized hoodie at the brunette. She smiles at her. "That should cover it"

Santana catches it and quickly puts it on. It's a grey sweater, with the words New York university of performing arts pressed on the front in black letters. The hoodie is just long enough to cover up her butt.

Now she has at least one piece of clothing on, Santana is finally calm enough to actually look at the girl in front of her. Her hair is blonde, but longer than Quinn's. She has peering blue eyes, and legs that go on for miles ..

Wait. When Santana drags her gaze from the girl's legs up to those eyes again, she gulps. She knows those eyes. She drowned in them last night. Now it all comes through again, Santana remembers.

"You're the bar girl .." She whispers softly. "You're the rebound girl .."

The girl chuckles "And you're the heartbreak girl,. how nice of you to remember my name" she winks.

By the look on Santana's face, she realises that the girl clearly has no idea she's joking.

"I am so sorry" The brunette starts.

Brittany chuckles, shakes her head and walks up to her. Santana suddenly becomes very aware of the fact that girl still isn't wearing anything besides her panties. Her legs are long and muscular, but muscular in the insanely hot way. Her hips sway with every step and her abs are just ridiculous. And then just .. Boobs.

While Santana isn't being very subtle with her leering, the blonde is suddenly standing in front of her. Santana quickly drags her eyes up and the knowing smirk on the girl's face makes her cheeks flush pink.

"I'm Brittany" the girl says. Santana gulps and awkwardly shakes the hand the girl reached out to her.

"I uh .. I'm sorry, for not remembering .." Santana mumbles. Brittany shrugs.

"It's fine" she chuckles. "I'm used to it" she scans the floor, and picks up some clothes, before putting a pair of shorts on and a tank top. She looks at Santana.

"Santana, are you okay?"

The brunette gulps. Is she? Memories of the previous day suddenly come flashing through her mind. The phone call, the break up, the crying, the alcohol, the sex,.. Too much happened yesterday, and now she's only left with a painful feeling of emptiness in her stomach. So empty, her stomach even starts making noises.

Well, Santana realises, that might as well be because she's really hungry. Brittany let's out a soft laugh, apparently she heard it too.

"You're hungry. There's a box of Lucky Charms on the counter, bowls are in the cabinet, I'll be out soon"

Santana looks up surprised. Breakfast?

In the past, she's had a few one night stands, before Quinn, of course, and not one of them has ever offered her breakfast. Well, mostly that was because she was out before they woke up, but anyway.

She looks up at Brittany and frowns. "Really?"

"Yep" Brittany replies, before turning towards the bed. "Help yourself, meanwhile, I will be searching for the rest of our clothes." She glances over her shoulder and throws Santana a playful wink.

The brunette can't help but to show a small smile. "Okay"

She turns around and walks out of the room, still only wearing Brittany's hoodie. She spins around a few times, trying to orientate. Eventually she walks through the hall and into a room she assumes is the kitchen. She's right.

She looks around a bit awkwardly, before locating the box of Lucky Charms on the counter. Okay, now a bowl. She opens the cabinet and instantly finds a shelf with cereal bowls.

Wow. Finding things in Brittany's kitchen is a lot easier than in Quinn's.

Quinn.

Santana's stomach turns into knots again. She blinks, takes a deep breath, and swallows her tears. She's not crying over her again. She opens her eyes and pours some Lucky Charms in a bowl. She's okay.

She doubts if she should make some breakfast for Brittany too, while searching for spoons. She opens a drawer and takes out two spoons. She pours cereal into a second bowl also, and then attempts to pick the two bowls, two spoons, and a pack of milk up. She takes about two steps when the spoons slip through her fingers and land on the ground with a lot of noise. While she internally curses herself, footsteps are suddenly heard it the hall.

"Dammit Britt! This is like the hundred time this has - oh"

Santana stiffens. She stands still in the middle of the small kitchen, attempting to carry breakfast for two, while a guy in the doorway is looking at her surprised. They stare at each other.

'I uh .. Hey' he stumbles.

Santana gulps. "Hi" she whispers.

The guy frowns at her and takes in her appearance. "Are you uh, you're here with Brittany?"

The brunette bites her lip and slowly nods. "Yeah" she croaks. She clears her throat. "I'm uh .. Breakfast"

"Yeah" the guy replies. He takes a deep breath. "I'm just gonna .." He nudges his head in the direction of Brittany's room.

"Yeah, um .. Yeah .. I'll just .. Wait"

The guy nods. "Okay" he says, before turning around and making his way to Brittany's bedroom. Santana can hear the door open, she leans back against the counter.

Oh god.

She puts the two bowls down and picks up the spoons. She wipes them off on the sweater. Santana can hear the two talking. Well, shouting, actually.

"What the hell, Britt. This is like the third time this month!"

"I thought you weren't home!"

"Of course you didn't, you never think! I was lying on the couch for god's sake!"

There's a moment of silence. Santana inhales sharply, and then she hears the guy's voice again. "Look, I'm sorry, Britt. But it's just not very fun to be chilling in the living room and suddenly see you stumbling into the apartment, ripping off some random girl's clothes."

She hears Brittany huff. "Like you mind seeing that"

Santana guesses the guy is rolling his eyes. "You're right, normally I wouldn't mind. But first of all, I really don't want to see you doing that. And wanting to go to sleep and seeing you naked on top of that girl in my bed, isn't something I enjoy."

Santana's eyes widen. His bed? His bed, so his room. His closet. Wait, that means ..

"She's wearing my fucking hoodie, Britt .."

He says it quietly, aware of the fact that Santana is only two rooms away, but she heard it anyway. Oh god.

Oh god oh god oh god.

She knew it.

She knew this was a bad idea.

Fucking fuck fuck. She has to find clothes. But she can't go into that room now .. Wait, Brittany lives here, so that means she has a bedroom too. A room of her own. With her own closet.

No, you're being ridiculous, San, she thinks to herself. You're not going to dig through the wardrobe of a girl you barely know.

She hears some mumbling, and then footsteps down the hall again. They're lighter, from a woman. Brittany walks into the kitchen, grabs Santana's hand and takes a few steps towards the door. Suddenly she stops and turns around. She frowns when she sees two bowls filled with cereal, and then looks up questionly at Santana. "You're such a cutie" she says with a soft smile. She takes a breath.

"But we'll eat later" Brittany says quietly, before turning and pulling Santana with her through the apartment. The blonde still holding her hand, Santana gets dragged into another bedroom. The right one this time.

Brittany let's go of Santana and walks over to her wardrobe. "I am terribly sorry to tell you that your underwear has apparently vanished, Santana. It wasn't like.. Anywhere"

Santana sighs softly, standing in the middle of the room. "It's okay .." She plays with the hem of the sweater. "Brittany?"

"Yeees" the blonde looks up, she's holding a bright pink bra in her hands.

"Um, who was that?"

"Oh, the guy?"

"Yeah"

"That's Mike Chang" Brittany explains. She stands up straight and throws the bra to Santana, followed by a navy blue shirt. "Put this on. He's my roommate, we've been friends since like, forever"

Santana nods. "Oh .. Is this really the third time you've had sex in his bed?"

Brittany looks at her and starts to laugh. "Well, it's the third time this month" she chuckles. "But I swear, it's not my fault."

Santana frowns at her, a smile playing on her lips. "Whose fault is it then?"

"His!" The blonde exclaims. "He wanted to switch rooms like a few months ago, and my unconsciousness is still not used to it."

Santana chuckles "Your unconsciousness?"

Brittany just shrugs. She takes a breath and looks at her. "Put your clothes on" she tells Santana, throwing her a pair of jeans and clean underwear. "Those pants are too short for me, so they'll fit you, and dont worry, I just bought those"

Santana catches all the clothes that are being thrown her way, but she doesn't put them on. When the blonde frowns at her, she just gives her an awkward look. Brittany finally seems to get it, and she laughs at her and shakes her head. "You know I already saw you naked, right?"

She chuckles and then walks past Santana, heading to the door. "Make sure you're dressed when I get back, because I don't do knocking" she winks.

The brunette lets out a light chuckle and when Brittany is out of the door, she quickly takes off the hoodie. She looks at it, gulps, and then neatly folds it and places it on the bed. She takes Brittany's clothes and puts them on.

When she's fully dressed, she doubts whether it would be okay to sit down on Brittany's bed. She shakes her head. Of course it's okay. She sits down and looks around Brittany's room.

The walls are a soft shade of pink, her closet is made out of wood, there's a desk in front of the window. Santana notices there's a small balcony attached to the room. She's always wanted one of those. It always seemed her so romantic to be standing up there with your love, drinking champagne, watching the sunset and kissing beneath the stars ..

Santana can be a real romantic sap at times, Quinn had always mocked her for that. She wasn't really the romantic type.

Standing in front of the window, Santana feels the feeling in her stomach return. She places a hand on her belly and leans with her forehead against the cool glass. Why does it hurt so much to think about her? She wasn't good for me, Santana thinks.

And she knows it too, that Quinn wasn't good for her. She never was. But to Santana, it felt so right that she chose to ignore all the things that were so wrong. Like how Quinn needed Santana every minute of every day, but if Santana wanted to meet her, she was busy, or she had more important things to do. Or how Santana had to get rid of her cat because Quinn was allergic.

She wasn't even really allergic, Santana had discovered later on, she just found that Santana wasted too much attention on the animal.

But then again, there were good things too. Like the movie nights, where they always ended up naked in bed, only halfway through the movie. Like how they would sing while doing the dishes, or how they would pick eachothers outfits on date night. How they shared so many first experiences, how they could talk to each other about anything, how even when they were angry at each other, they would still share their umbrella in the pouring rain. How even though they drove each other completely mad sometimes, they always managed to make up.

But not this time. This time, Quinn didn't even try.

And that's what hurts Santana the most, that she just .. Left.

"Santana?" The brunette quickly spins around when she feels a hand on her shoulder. Only when she wipes her hand over her face, she realises she was crying. She blinks a few times and gulps.

She sees Brittany taking a deep breath, before the girl pulls her forward into a hug. Santana wraps her arms around her back and nuzzles her face in Brittany's neck. They stand there for a while, holding each other like they haven't seen each other naked less than 30 minutes ago. Eventually, Santana lets go. Brittany keeps her arms looped around Santana's neck.

She looks into her eyes and leans forward, before softly kissing her lips. When she leans back, Santana shows a soft, thankful smile. She bites her lip and lets out a light chuckle when she realises what's actually happening.

Brittany looks at her, a small wrinkle on her face, but a soft smile playing on her lips. "What's so funny?" She asks.

Santana soflty shakes her head. "Nothing" she smiles. "You're just the strangest rebound I've ever had."

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