A/N: So here's the 2nd chapter, I made sure that I'd finish at least 2 or 3 chapters before publishing this fic just to give you guys a good start. Anyways, let me know what you thought of the first chapter and what you think of this one, as well. I wanna know what you guys think before I do my very long time jump. Thank you, in advance, y'all. Hope you'll love this, though this one's a lot shorter the the previous one, i'll make it up to you on the next chapter.

I do not own Glee... if I do... but then again, i don't :(

CHAPTER 2

Later that same day...

"How was your day, San?" Brittany aksed the Latina while they were on their ride home in the blonde's car. She always picks Santana up for school and they ride home together at the end of the day. She doesn't really mind because the brunette's house was just on the way when she goes home and it doesn't really bother her picking the other girl up and dropping her off everyday.

Santana definitely was the most importunate and yet the sweetest person she knows. She's just happy that she's the one that the brunette nags and bothers, and not her yourger sister, Jaypie, who's pretty charming.

Jerry Maguire was actually her peg; "you had me at hello" because literally, she was starstruck ever since she laid eyes on the brunette. Well, at her young age, the brunette was already gorgeous. Those dark brown & almond-shaped eyes, smooth tan skin, and her long, naturally wavy raven locks. Their families were close for such a very long time already. Though they only got to meet each other when they were in their late years in gradeschool because the blonde's family lived somewhere in Millburn, New York while the brunette's family lived somewhere in Manhattan, NY. The blonde doesn't even know why they haven't met earlier than that since her mom always brings her everytime they visit the Lopez Family. They just got the chance to live near each other when her parents decided to buy a house near the Lopez Family.

"Fine. You, how was your game, Britt-britt?" the brunette asked. Then a scowl was on the brunette's beautiful face when she remembered the game that she didn't get to finish watching.

"It was okay. We won by a set. San, stop scowling. It'll ruin your pretty face," she said and reached for the brunette's hand, rubbing her thumb on soft tan skin.

"Britt..."

The blonde smiled upon hearing the Latina's sweet voice, sounding like a child asking for something. "My answer is 'no', San." In the brunette's tone, she knows that this girl would ask her to go and watch a movie or go shopping. She could say that she knows Santana very well to know what she's thinking.

"Hey! I haven't even said anything and you already answered 'no'? That's unfair, Britt," the brunette exclaimed, playfully hitting the blonde's arm.

Brittany tried to stop herself from laughing at the Latina. "Because, Miss Lopez, I already know what you're thinking with that tone of yours. I know what you wanna ask me and my answer is 'no.'"

Then the other girl held onto her arm. "But Britt, the said the movie was great," she whined.

"See, San? I was right, after all," the blonde said, chuckling.

"Aww, please?" Santana keeps on insisting.

"No. We'll head straight home and we'll review your lessons, San."

The brunette groaned and crossed her arms across her chest.

"Sorry, babe."

"Whoa!" the brunette said, shocked.

"What?" the blonde asked.

"You called me 'babe'?"

"Uh, yeah. Of course, San. Why, is it wrong to call my girlfriend - Hey, baby... don't cry," the blonde said when unexpectedly saw tears pooling in those bautiful brown eyes. She turned the car and pulled over, stopping the car, pale hands cupped tan smooth cheeks. She let her thumb run over the tan skin, wiping those tears that started to fall.

"Y-you love me?"

The blonde flashed her a bright smile, showing her perfect pearly whites. "You're so silly, San. Of course I love you!"

"Promise?"

It made the blonde giggle. This Latina really is something. "Yes, babe. I promise. Pinky promise." Then the blonde held out her pinky for the other girl.

Tan pinky reached over, hooking and squeezing with the pale one. "Oh, Britt-britt." Then tears finally fell from brown eyes.

The blonde wiped those tears as soon as they started falling because she never ever wants to see someone cry, especially Santana. The brunette's eyes easily turns red and puffy when she cries. But the main reason is that she doesn't really want to see the Latina cry. "Hey... San, Look at me, please? Tell me what's in that pretty head of yours," she said.

The brunette wrapped her arms around the blonde's neck, pulling and hugging her tightly. "I thought you just had had enough of my persistence that's why you made it official between us and still sticking with me. Although deep down, I also thought and felt that you really love me. I love you so much, Britt-Britt," she said sniffling.

She wrapped an arm around the brunette's waist, holding her closer and let her other hand softly caress raven locks, soothing and comforting her girl. "So do I, baby."

I will always take care of you and your heart. I'll always have you in mine. If you only know how much I love you, San. If you only know...