A/N: Hey! so yeah, I made a tally whether to make it a G!PBritt or not, so there more readers who said yes, but if ever I make a decision as this story goes, I'll make an alternative one because that's how i love you all :) and because the first storyline that I thought of kinda goes with G!PBritt, but we'll see and oh, it won't really be the focus of the story... you know the sexy times and all that but well, we'll have that too. So yeah... hmm. what else? oh! thank you for all the reviews, faves and follows. a million thanks to you! I really really appreciate them. maybe that's all I could say for now. hihi. so here comes the update! :))

CHAPTER 6

The brunette's heart jumped the moment she heard her name. Ten long years had passed and yet she still knew the blonde's angelic voice. She calmed the erratic beating of her heart and prepared herself before turning to where the voice came from. She almost gasped when she turned and saw the blonde.

Brittany is still gorgeous just like she remembered but she's a lot more gorgeous, now that she had grown mature. If the blonde was toned before, she was more toned now. Her body had grown pretty nice and with all the right, perfect curves. She'd became more appealing, actually. Though, if the Brittany she knew before was a bit serious at times, the Brittany in front of her right now was more serious than she could remember. She couldn't read any expression in the blonde's pretty face. She carries the image of authority and so much respect in her presence. She stood tall in the full length of her height, firm and overbearing. Wherein anyone who will block her way and would stand against what she said would cower away. Well, the blonde was serious even before, she just matured that much these past ten years then.

Well, Santana, maybe she was just forced to see you here.

"B-Brittany..." the brunette doesn't know whether to smile at her or what. She even practiced the way she'd face the blonde when this moment comes, but right at that moment, her mind went blank, she can't think straight, and oh, you could also add up her stupidly beating heart. What the hell is wrong with you anyway? Stupid organ...

It felt like everything went into slow motion when the blonde moved towards her and took the hand carry bag that she was holding. The blonde wasn't smiling but she saw the hesitation in her look that it seemed like the blonde doesn't know how to approach her.

"Thanks," she said and reluctantly gave her a small smile. She thought everything would be easy, but then again not. With the way the other woman looked and acted, it feels like she's dealing with a business negotiation, no emotions involved and it's all about the business.

"Is this all?" Brittany finally asked, pertaining to the things she brought.

"No, but I had it shipped back home before I left Puerto Rico," she said with an equally flat voice.

The blonde nodded. "This way," she said before gesturing to where they should head to.

The brunette proved that when people say "silence is deafening" the moment they went inside the blonde's car. Both of the women remained silent. Blue eyes were focused on the road in front, although there would be times that she would catch those same blue eyes casting subtle glances towards her. Not that subtle though. That's why at that point, the brunette doesn't know whether to open a topic or not, and if she does, she doesn't know what to talk about withher. Ugh! This is the longest car travel I'll ever have.

"Uhm, I... I was just wondering. Why did you agree to do what Abuelo wished?" the brunette broke finally broke the silence while looking out the window, watching the busy streets of New York. It felt like her head will blow any moment soon because of the silence prevailing inside the car. The only perfect topic for her to pick was their situation. Yeah, I just had to do it. So, shut up.

Brittany sighed. "I have my reasons, San."

"Can you tell me what those reasons are?"

The blonde turned to her, gave her a small smile that didn't even reach her blue eyes, then turned her attention back to the road in front of her.

"H-how... uhm... how have you been, Brittany?" the Latina can't help herself but ask. She doesn't even know why she had to know what the happened to her when she left.

Then, the blonde slowed the car down and stopped at the side of the road. The brunette flinched when she felt pale hands holding hers and blue eyes looking straight into her own.

"Santana, can... can I explain what happened before? Can I -?"

The brunette slowly took her hand back, removing it from the woman's grip. "It was already over, Brittany, that's why it's already in the past and what's past is past. We're both adults now. It might have been only because we were still young and we didn't understand the way things should happen. Anyways, we could always start anew, right? We can be friends while we're looking for a solution in this situation we're in," she said nonchalantly.

For a moment there, the brunette saw the conflicting emotions in those gorgeous blue eyes, then the blonde breathed in deep. "Yeah, of course we can be friends - for now. Just for now, Santana."

"But Brittany, if we'll get married, how about you? It would totally be unfair to you."

"I told you, I have my reasons and believe me, I will make it right this time," the blonde said.

"If ever, will you agree to get married in New Hampshire?"

The blonde's brows furrowed and turned to look at the brunette. "Why?"

"T-the processing of divorce there is quick and easy, we could easily process the divorce papers the moment Abuelo's wish in his last will lapses after three years," the Latina explained.

She saw how Brittany's emotions slightly darkened. "We'll get married here, Santana," she said in a stern voice.

Santana chose to keep quiet than talking back. She knows that with how she looks right now and how she sounded earlier, she wouldn't be able to convince her to agree on what she wants to happen.

"Are you free tomorrow? I mean, don't you have any plans for tomorrow?" the blonde asked moments later. "Will it be okay if you come with me?"

"Where?" the brunette flatly asked.

The Latina was amazed to see that sparkling smile on that face again. "I want you to meet my friends... five of them. I met them in college. They sort of became my family ever since JP decided to study Law at Harvard."

"Harvard? Jaimey Pierce went to Harvard?" the brunette asked, clearly surprised with this news about the youngest Pierce. "After all, JP's smart. So, she's a lawyer now?" the brunette smiled when she remembered the blonde's younger sister. "Is she still pretty? Does she still have that charmingly notorious smile?"

Then again, the other woman's demeanor darkened. "She's a lawyer now, an excellent one for that matter. How about me, don't you wanna know what I've become?"

As far as the Latina could remember, she wants to be an architect, she's just not sure if the blonde really followed what she wanted before though. "Uhm, so, what have you become?"

It seems like the other woman didn't like her answer because of how those brows furrowed, meeting at the center. "Don't you really remember what I wanted to become before?" she sounded like she was hurt.

The brunette just shrugged at this.

"I'm an architect now, Santana," shee said and then again she sighed. The brunette couldn't even keep track of how many times the blonde has let out a sigh already.

"Oh. Okay," she responded nonchalantly.

"Back to my friends... you'll meet them all tomorrow," Brittany said, changing back to their original topic.

"Are they all bachelorettes and bachelors?" she playfully said. She just immediatly remembered what her best friend, Rachel, said that she should look for single women out here.

The Latina secretly smiled when she saw her pursing her pink thin lips. She doesn't quite understand herself why she feels like she likes seeing the uneasiness in the blonde's pretty face.

"Except for Noah Puckerman. He's married to Ashley and she's currently pregnant with their second baby. You would totally love their story. Puck, as in Noah Puckerman, was the bad boy in the group, but when he met Ash he changed. I could still remember how he followed her around, tampered her things -"

"Just like what I did to you before?" the brunette derisively cut what the blonde was still about to say. She doesn't really know, but thinking about the foolishness she did before makes her smile.

Brittany's smile faltered. "Yeah."

Her smile also faltered when she realized that she was just bringing up what happened between the two of them in the past. She suddenly felt uneasy. What the hell is wrong with you, Lopez? You said it yourself, what's past remains in the past, dummy. So, shut up.

Thankfully, her cell phone rang and somehow, it broke the silence that's almost blocking her and Brittany. She smiled when she saw the name of the caller - Rachel Berry, her best friend back home.

"Hi gorgeous!" Did I just call this hobbit gorgeous? Oh my... But I miss my best friend. So I don't care.

"Santana Lopez! Why didn't you call me as soon as you arrived there, huh? How was the flight? Did you arrive safely? Are you okay? I know you're tired. You should totally rest."

"Yeah, I'm fine. And yes, I arrived here safe and sound..." the brunette said. Yup, this hobbit could really talk a lot and as fast as the speed of light.

The two brunettes continued with their conversation, the Latina was having fun talking to her. Her best friend was gay, full-on gay. But it's not that obvious because just like her, Rachel was a diva herself and totally femme.

"Of course not! And yes, we'll see about that," the brunette said to the other woman. Then she heard the voice at the back ground of the other end of the line. "Oops, I heard that, Rache, they're calling you. I'll let you go now. Duty calls. Call me after once your rehearsals are over."

"Aww, 'Tana. Okay. I will call you after I'm done here. I can't help it but they need their star. I'm the total diva performer here. I have to deal with it. Anyways, I can't wait to talk to you again. I'll talk to you later, okay? I love you and take care. Bye!"

"Okay, Rachel. I love you, too! Bye." With that, the two women ended the call. Rachel Berry indeed is a star.

"Who was that?" the blonde suddenly said in a hard and serious tone.

A/N(2): jealousy, jealousy. can I sense it somewhere there? oh, confusion is just around there somewhere too. lol. anyways, tell me what you think about this. hihi. leave me your thoughts, guys! I'm pretty much open about your suggestions. and oh, how do you love the Pezberry friendship there? So, the next chapter will be up soon. It's like 2 AM here right now. So I'm still thinking whether to sleep nor or write one last update for the weekend because I'd be pretty busy during the day today because of college and family stuff. And I hope you enjoyed this chapter! 'til the next update y'all. love you!

A/N(3): just some minor changes y'all. and thank you 'Guest' for pointing the sort of mistake there. I'm totally blaming this on my sleepy state. but anyways, thank you so much!