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Did you already listen to Nayas first single? Did you like it?

This chapter is dedicated to my lovely aunt who died this morning. May she rest in peace. I'll always have you in my heart.
Hope you feel better now where you're at. I love you.

Here we go...

Her mum makes really good lunch. I'm so full right now, I don't know if I can even move.

After lunch, Santana and me went to her room. We were lying on her bed since one hour already and it seems like both of us doesn't want to move soon.

"Britt", Santana mumbles. "Your phone is buzzing the last 5 minutes like a freakin' vibrator. Why don't you read your text messages?"

"It's probably Sam and I don't want to talk to him right now", I groan. It takes a lot to make me pissed off of something, but calling me stupid is one thing you don't do as a best friend. Sure, Sam feels miserable right now and he's sorry and stuff, but I am hurt and in the past years I've learned not to forgive to soon. People start getting used to it and they would hurt me more, knowing they can do whatever they want to me.

Before I can see what Santana does, she takes my phone and starts talking.

"Listen Trouthy mouth, callin' Britt Britt stupid wasn't very clever from you. She doesn't want to talk to you right now so stop calling!", Santana hisses.

She rolls her eyes and I suppose Sam is talking right now. It's obvious that Santana's disinterested.

"Yeah, whatever. Just stop calling or texting her. I already told you to go all lima heights on you if you ever hurt her again." With that, Santana hungs up.

"This was mean, Santana", I pout.

"He was rude to you. I don't like him being rude to you", Santana answers. "Plus he won't call you soon. I think my words were clear to him."

"What'd he want?"

"Oh you know", Santana begins to fumbles with her hand in the air. "Apologising and stuff."

"Sam's my best friend", I inform her again. "Maybe I should talk to him."

Suddenly Santanas face starts to change. She looks pissed right now and somehow she scares me. It's like she is within seconds a different person.

Instead of saying something to me, she turns to the other side and faces the wall.

"Are you mad at me?", I ask her carefully. Her reaction is saying everything. She is mad at me and I don't know why. Sure, she was protective of me after what happened with Sam. But she can't expect me never ever talking to him again.

"No", she finally breathes. Then she turns back to me. "I just don't want him to hurt you. Maybe it sounds stupid from me, but I begin to like you and it's weird but I have this feeling inside me, that I have to protect you. And I don't know why."

Santana bits her lip and I look at her confused.

"When you called me crying, telling me he hurt you - it was like my safety device burned through. All I wanted in this moment was to protect you. I've never felt something like that before. It scared me."

That touched me. Somehow I knew that Santana never told anyone about her feelings. She liked giving other people the look like she was cold as ice. No feelings and stuff. But there she was, lying next to me and telling me things nobody else would hear.

I reach for her hand and squeeze it softly. "Thanks", I tell her honestly. "For being so honest to me. It means so much to me. And I will promise you to keep this secret to me."

Even though Santana never told me that this was a secret, I felt she would feel better if I don't tell anyone. Since the supermarket, where I could look her directly in the eyes, I feel like there's this strong bond between us. Something nobody can see but we both can feel it.

I feel good around her and protected, yet so comforting.

"I like you Santana", I tell her from the heart. "You're really cool."

"I like you, too", Santana smiles back. "Oh, did they send you the plan for the next two weeks?"

"It sucks", I roll my eyes. "So much culture and stuff and so less freetime."

"Yeah", Santana agrees. "But if you want to, we could skip sometimes. Nobody will notice", she winks.

Sounds like a good idea to me. Even though I'd never skipped any classes or trips. I was to scared for getting stress with my parents or my teachers. But I didn't want to look weak in front of Santana, so I agreed.

The rest of the day we spend in Santanas room. She got different phone calls from her friends but every time someone asked her to do something she said she was busy. It was nice from her, trying to spend more time with me and making things better, after everything what happened.

It was late at night. I said goodnight to Santana when I noticed she was getting more tired from minute to minute.

Now I was sitting in the quest room. My bed was nice. It was soft and cuddly. But I just couldn't sleep.

Hours went by and my head begun to hurt. My eyes burned and there was no way I would sleep tonight. Sleeping at other houses always was a problem of mine. I hated sleeping elsewhere.

Everything was so damn different. This bed didn't smell like mine. These blankets weren't as soft as mine. This bed was nice. But it wasn't mine. I felt bad. I wanted to sleep so badly but I can't.

Tip toeing I left the quest room and begun making my way to the only person in this house, I thought can comfort me.

"Santana?", I whisper into the darkness. I can hear her shifting in her bed but she didn't answer.

"San ", I tried again.

"Mh?", she finally mumbled. "What's wrong?"

Slowly she lifted her head, took a look at her phone and let out a quiet groan when she noticed the time.

"I can't sleep", I told her honestly. "It's so new to me and I miss my bed and Lord Tubbington."

"Lord- whatever. C'mere", she says softly.

I make my way to her bed, where she lifts her blanket and signalizes me to get next to her.

"I should sleep with you in this bed?", I asked her confused. I wasn't used to sleep with other people in one bed. Sure, my sister often slept in my room. But she was family. Santana was somehow a stranger, yet a new friend. But having her this close now was weird.

"Sure, Britt. What's wrong with it?", she asks me yawning.

"Nothing", I stutter. When I lay next to her she throws her blanket over us. I can barely see her watching me but I can feel it.

"Tomorrow you totally should tell me what's a Lord Tubbington is", she says wearly. "But at first - goodnight Britt-Britt."

"Okay. Goodnight, San", I answer her quietly.

When her breath is getting constant, I carefully wipe away a strand of her hair and smile.

That's when tiredness getting over me and my eyes closes slowly.