A/N: So, I just posted the previous chapter and now, I'm writing this new one as promised in the last A/N I wrote. So I haven't had any reviews yet about the last chapter so I'll just continue writing and if ever there would be reviews later on while I'm writing this, I'll just write my response to those reviews on another A/N at the end of this chapter :) oh, if you have time, please read my other fic "When Miss NBSB Meets The Bully". thanks! Now, on with the story!

CHAPTER 8

Brittany already left when the brunette woke up the next day. When she woke up, there was already a cart full of food outside her door with a small hand written note from the blonde, telling her that the other woman had an important meeting to go to. But what didn't go unnoticed by her was what's on the cart that certainly is not food - three red roses.

Who cooked this meal? The blonde doesn't have any helper here or whatever. And I'm sure when I left 10 years ago, Brittany isn't even allowed in the kitchen, afraid that she would burn the house down or hurt herself. Oh well...

She was actually getting hungry upon seeing the food on the cart. A glass of juice, pieces of waffles, bacon, syrup and breadsticks on the side - her favorites, especially the breadsticks. But sadly, even though she felt drooling over the food, she can't eat them right now, not in the morning anyway. She doesn't eat heavy meals on breakfast anymore, not like she used to. If she does, her stomach wouldn't be feeling so well. She would feel sick the whole day and she couldn't have that. Nowadays, for the past ten years, she would just drink a hot cup of coffee and make herself a sandwich or toasted bread in the morning.

The brunette decided to take a bath first before heading to the kitchen to grab herself something to eat that morning. She finally went down and went in the kitchen to look for some bread to toast or fix as a sandwich. Her eyebrow raised upon discovering that the blonde's supply was complete, even both of her two refrigerators are full. She put some butter on the toast and poured herself a cup of coffee. She was already eating when Brittany appeared in the kitchen from nowhere.

"Oh god. You scared me there," the brunette said, startled.

"You didn't like what I cooked for you? I thought they were your favorites, you used to eat them a lot," Brittany said with furrowed brows, still looking at the cup of coffee and toasts placed on top of the counter in front of her.

So, she was the one who cooked all of those... when did she learn how to cook though? Okay, Santana, that's not your problem. So stop thinking about that and answer her question. But the Latina can't help the tingly and giddy feeling she feels right now and the way her heart swelled knowing that the woman took time to cook for her. Seriously though, Lopez. Just stop.

"No, Brittany, it's okay. They actually looked and smelled good. I'll just have to eat them later during lunch though."

"Why eat it later when you could eat them now? Even though I really don't mind having breakfast food during lunch or dinner... they're just the best," the blonde's nose scrunched up in confusion and her brows furrowed, a sign that she was in deep thought.

She still does that every time she's thinking about something really hard. "Uhm, I don't have heavy breakfast meals in the morning anymore," the brunette casually said.

But then, Brittany being Brittany, she asked again while slightly tilting her head to the side. "Why, San?"

Ugh! Quit being so adorable, Brittany. Not now. And why do I even have to explain these things to her? Can't I just say that because I just don't want to eat heavy meals in the morning and end of discussion? But then again Santana... it's Brittany. you just have to explain things. So suck it up and talk.

The Latina breathed in deep and she started to speak. "There were a couple of times that I skipped meals and outlived my hunger when I was in Puerto Rico during my first few months of stay there. I had an ulcer since then. After that, I would feel bloated and sick if I'll have a full meal in the morning. So now, I settle for a cup of coffee and toasts."

Well, the fact that I had an ulcer because I refused to eat anything and did nothing but cry over you when I was there, the brunette badly wanted to tell her that but she couldn't.

"And why did you skip your meals? You know I never wanted you to do that because you'll get sick and all that, apart from being hungry all day," the other woman asked again, the crease on her forehead getting deeper and her head was not tilted to the side, she looked like she doesn't like what she's hearing right now.

"I... uh, I found it hard to adjust in Puerto Rico when I first got there," Santana said. She doesn't like to see what she just saw and read on those expressive blue eyes that's why her own brown eyes avoided them. The bloned was acting as if she really cared despite of her serious demeanor.

After a moment of silence, Brittany spoke up. "I'm sorry, San," she quietly said.

The blonde fully knows that the Latina doesn't want to stay and live in Puerto Rice eevn though most of her family were there. That's why Santana chose to live in New York with her grandparents and her parents are just visiting and staying as often as they could.

"For what?" the brunette finally asked.

"For -"

"Oh, sorry. It's rude of me not to offer since it's your home. Do you want a cup of coffee or tea, as well? Why are you here, though? I thought you have a meeting..." she immediately cut what the blonde was about to say. She had this feeling that the other woman was about to apologize for what happened in the past. She totally didn't want the awkwardness that topic would bring. Another thing is, it happened way back in the past. Those ten long years she spent being away from this blonde already healed those broken pieces of her heart and patched up those scars. She's just not that comfortable talking about the past, especially with Brittany.

Blue eyes looked at her shortly before the woman spoke. "I cancelled my meeting." Then the blonde sat on the available seat in front of her. The Latina immediately stood up from her seat and went to grab her a cup of coffee. She only wanted coffee and lots of cream in her coffee as to what the brunette remembered from before, nonetheless, she added sugar into it. She just wanted to see how the blue-eyed blonde would react.

Upon receiving the cup of coffee, Brittany immediately took a sip from the cup and the blonde wasn't disappointed when the blonde's reaction didn't go unnoticed by her. She momentarily stopped as she sipped, however, she didn't say anything about it and just continued to drink the coffee as if she's savoring every single drop of it.

The brunette slightly shook her head and silently scolding herself from the inside of her thoughts for the way she was observing and looking at the blonde. She was letting herself think about silly things again. Well, how would she know if the blonde changed her taste in coffee; that she already wanted a cup of coffee with sugar in it. It's been ten years, Santana.

"How did find the house?" moments after she heard Brittany ask while looking at her intently.

The brunette surely knows that her ex-lover was fishing for comments, but no, she wouldn't give her what she wanted. She didn't want to let her see and know that she loved the house. Whether she'll admit it or not, this house was even better compared to the one she had in Puerto Rico. Maybe because Brittany was just an amazing architect.

"Uhhm, it looks good," the brunette answered as if she being nonchalant with this. What would the blonde's reaction be if she'd tell her that the house she's having back home actually looked the same as this?

"Did you like it?" the architect asked further, sounding like she's looking for more and a different reaction from the writer.

"Y-yeah. I, uh, I mean, of course Brittany."

The other woman nodded. She seemed distracted. Then, she finally spoke up. "Is it... is it okay if we'll live here? Uhm, feel free to change anything in this house if you want."

Okay, the Latina surely didn't expect that one coming. What is she talking about? Oh, better ask her now. "Huh? she voiced. Yup, way to go, Lopez. L-A-M-E, I tell you. What are you, stupid? "HUH?" is that all you could say? come on!

"We'll get married and -" the architect tried to exaplin before she was cut off byt the Latina.

Oh... so now it makes sense. Wait, hold up. Married? Did she just mention about getting married? Nuh-uh. No. She held up a hand, telling the woman to stop talking for a moment because she has to say something. "Uh, wait a second there, Britt. I want to talk about this marrying thing right now, if you don't mind."

"Of course, San. When do you want us to get married?" she said, still not getting what the Latina's point is.

The accountant-slash-writer had to blink her eyes for a couple of times and had to process what she just saw. Are her eyes deceiving her? Hell, no. But did the blonde really look like as if she's excited about the thought of marrying each other? Those compelling blue eyes were sparkling, just like the way they used to when they were younger and happy. She also thought that she saw her serious pretty face turned soft for a while there.

The Latina cleared her throat. "We're not getting married, Brittany. We're not doing it. I think, for one, that we shouldn't do it."

A/N: So, as of this point, there were no reviews yet... so i just decided to post it nonetheless. so i hope you enjoyed reading it. don't hesitate to leave me your thoughts, suggestions and opinions. Thank you and love y'all!