A/N: Hey y'all! sorry for not updating as soon as I promised that I would and for not sending replies to your reviews... although, they are really much appreciated and thank you for all the reviews, follows and faves. Anyways, I got sick last Sunday evening, so it was basically the same night I last posted an update. and I wasn't able to go online or like, even type for the next chapter since I wasn't really feeling well and I just can't stay long in front of my computer, not until tonight. So, here I am right now writing an update for y'all. so yeah, school stuff and being sick just didn't help me. so i had to rest. hihi. anyways, once again, thank you so much and here's the new chapter y'all, i don't know if it's long enough to make up for those days being AWOL... :)) but i hope you'll like it. and oh, just tell me what you think about this and what you want to possibly happen in the future chapter after you read this one ;)

CHAPTER 10

The brunette can't stop the giggle that came out from her mouth because of the blonde's dorky antics.

Then, she saw Brittany's face lit as the other woman heard her giggle. "Don't laugh. We're starting anew, right? That's why we have to introduce ourselves to one another again," she said with a smile on her face. Then she pointed her own hand that was still held out for her to take, using her lips.

Santana took the hand while shaking her head, and then again, she felt that different but comfortable kind of warmth that was brought by that hand to her. Did the blonde feel the same warmth that's why she tightened her grip on the tan hand?

"Your name?" the tall woman said.

"Huh?" the Latina said, not keepoing up with what the other woman meant.

"It's your turn to introduce yourself," she said.

The Latina cleared her throat. "Well, hello. I'm Santana Marie Lopez." Moments passed and the brunette finally let her smile break onto her face, partly because of the thought of how silly they are being right now.

"You still had me at hello, Santana," the achitect said in a whisper that definitely rached the writer's ear or well, she might have did it on purpose for the brunette to hear.

But what does that even mean? What does Brittany mean about this?

"Uhm... well, i think you could let go of my hand now, Miss Pierce. Oh, it was my pleasure of meeting you... again," she said to the blonde, smiling brightly at her. Though at that same time, it feels like there's a horse race or any kind of major chasing game that's happening inside her chest because of how her heart was beating wildly.

"The pleasure is definitely mine, Miss Lopez," the tall blonde said with a sheepish smile, letting go of her hand and then she slightly scratched the back of her head, looking at her shyly. Well, little did we know that the ever famous and successful Architect Brittany S. Pierce, who's very well known for being a serious and very respected person in her field, is also capable of being all kinds of dork and adorable if she acts like this.

"Do you want to go with me at the office?"

The brunette saw the smiling face and those sparkling blue eyes as she opened up her own brown eyes.

"Good morning," the blonde greeted, gave the brunette one long-stemmed red rose that was hidden behind her and leaned it to peck the Latina's cheek. "Come on, get up. Let's have breakfast together."

The accountant-slash-writer noticed that ever since the architect and her agreed to become friends, she would always see a smile on the other woman's face and it seems like her serious expression was long gone and forgotten. Does this blue-eyed beauty even know how gorgeous and charming she is every time she smiled? Or how that smile of her could light up the whole world?

The blonde has done a lot of things for her that she doesn't even know if it's just normal for the woman, like when she calls the brunette from time to time just to ask or check on her if she's bored or if she already ate. Every single day that Brittany comes home from the office, she never failed to bring something for her, just any random thing everyday. In the morning, the blonde even makes sandwiches for her to eat at breakfast. Then, brown eyes would usually catch her blue ones staring at her. She's not that dumb not to notice that there's something bizarre with the blonde's actions. There are ideas and speculations that would pop in her mind, but she would just shrug it off and ignore them.

"What am I gonna do there?"the brunette said as she sat up on her bed from her lying position a while ago. She grabbed her pony tail that was placed on top of her bed-side table.

The other woman took the pony tail from her hands and tied her messy raven locks for her. "Actually, we'll just drop by the office. I was originaly planning for us to just stroll around, go to the park and feed the ducks or something. Well, I was just thinking about that because ever since you came back I never got to show you around."

She slightly jumped when she felt the fingers of the blonde touching the back of her neck. Before, she remembered that Brittany would usually play with her growing baby hair at her nape because she loved doing that. "O-okay." She stood up, feeling anxious and headed towards the en suit bathroom.

She took a quick bath inside, dried herself and wrapped a robe around her body. Thinking that the blonde already left, she went out of the bathroom but she saw her there, sprawled out on the bed while her eyes were focused on the TV screen, watching a volleyball match. She felt her cheeks flush as she saw the woman on the bed hugging and cuddling with her pillow. "What are you watching there, Britt?" she finally asked.

"Oh! uh, FIVB World Cup," the blonde said before turning to look at her. The way the other woman gulped didn't go unnoticed by the brunette. Well, she can't actually blame her because she was there in front of her ex-lover only wearing a robe that was cut short at the middle of her thighs, exposing her smooth and toned tan legs. The blonde continued to stare at her, her jaw slightly dropped.

She tried her best to ignore the stare that she's receiving from those blue eyes, then she glanced at the screen. "I know that it's a volleyball match, Brittany. What I mean is, why are you here in my room and watching this game? And I thought we're I'm coming with you at the office? Why aren't you even getting ready yet?"

"Nothing... come here, San," the architect said snapping out of her stare and tapped the space beside her on the bed.

The brunette walked towards the bed but she chose to sit on the carpeted floor of the room. Then, she decided to watch the match with the blonde. She noticed that it was already the second round of the FIVB World Cup, women's division, and currently the match between the US team and China was being played on TV.

"So, uhm, who's that?" the Latina asked, referring to the woman who blocked the ball.

"That's Danielle Scott-Arruda. One of the best blockers in the team. And that woman there is Logan Tom, a great outside hitter. Then right there, that's Courtney Thompson..."

Brown eyes glanced at the blonde. She saw blue eyes really focused on the screen while watching the game. Then, she remembered those times when she used to see the blonde play the sport.

"D-do you still play?" she hesitantly asked the woman.

"Sometimes, I do... but I rarely play anymore. I don't really know, but ever since I lost my best cheerleader, I just lost my interest in playing."

Her breath hitched as she heard what the blonde said. Is she hinting something? Does the blonde want to let her know that ever since she left, the other woman also lost her interest in playing?

"Do you think, the US team still has a chance? Isn't it that the top three teams to prevail in the Cup would automatically be qualified to have a match for the London Olympics?" she said to the blonde, whose eyes were still fixed on the television, trying to change the topic.

She heard the woman letting out a sigh, maybe because she didn't say anything back about what she was hinting. "Well, they have a good chance right at this point of match. We have a powerhouse team. If we beat China, we would be qualified for the quarterfinals and then we'll face team Team Italy. Who rank second now, the Japanese team tops the list."

"Wow..." the brunette said while noding her head in amusement.

A few moments passed, she stood up from the floor and was heading for the walk-in closet but a strong force that held her wrist and pulled her back caused her to turn, loosing her balance, she fell on the bed and landed on top of the tall woman's body, who was now lying on the bed with her back.

"B-Brittany..." she said almost in a whisper. Her heart was pounding against her chest. She placed her hands at both sides of the blonde's head, holding her body up so that their bodies weren't fully pressed against each other.

The pale hand that was grasping her arm raised and softly caressed her cheek while the other pale arm moved, wrapping around her slim waist. Deep blue eyes were staring at her own brown ones, so intense that she feels like the stare shot through her body and went straight to her soul. Confused, she averted her eyes, avoiding those gorgeous blue ones because she felt like if she didn't, her strength would've given up any moment. She didn't like the way her own body reacted with their position. She gathered all the strength she had to push herself up and away from the blonde. She immediately went out of the room as if someone was chasing after her. If she didn't go out of the room, she knows that it's not only her strength that would have crumbled by now, but as well as her resolve, all of her defenses she put up and her body would probably have given up.

On their way to the office...

"Get some sleep, San. It seems like we'll be stuck in this traffic for quite a while," Brittany told her when they got into a heavy traffic. They would just drop by the office because there were some important paper works that the architect has to finish before they go for a stroll around the city. The brunette doesn't have any idea where the blonde will take her because she would only tell her not to worry and she had it all planned.

"Okay, thanks. I think I'm still trying to adjust. I'm really sorry if I'd sleep on you again, Britt," she apologtically said to the blonde with a small smile on her lips. She thinks its better for her to sleep so that she could avoid the blonde and those glances even just for a while. What happened that morning still keeps on running and replaying in her mind. Brittany acted as if she still loved her. But what bothers her most is the way she felt, the feelings that she gets when the blonde is around or just anything concerning the blonde. She feels confused because it seems like she wants to hope that the architect really does love her. She can't get that smiling and happy face of the blonde... the way her lips spread into a smile and her blue eyes sparkled. And the way her own body reacted towards thother woman? It felt like she was home...

"It's okay, no problem," the other woman said smiling, blue eyes looking at her. She even slightly adjusted the backrest of her seat.

Ah, then again, there's that stare and those gorgeous blue eyes. She chose to ignore the blonde's stare and closed her eyes, drifting to a deep slumber.

The Latina doesn't know how long she was out asleep because when she woke up, she felt a slight sting on the back of her tired neck. Before she got to open her eyes, she inhaled that very familiar smell engulfing her. There was a time when she loved to sniff that smell. That familiar scent of vanilla and strawberries...

She slowly peered her eyes open and she was surprised when she realized that she was leaning on the Brittany's shoulder. One of her hands was even holding the blonde's arm. She quickly removed her hand from the woman's arm but she doesn't know how to remove her head from the blonde's shoulder.

That feeling was definitely familiar; the feeling that she only gets when she's with the blonde. She doesn't understand how her head was now leaning on the other woman's shoulder. The only thing she remembered before she fell asleep was that her body and her head rested on the back and head rest of her own seat.

She slowly removed her head from the shoulder.

Letting out a breath and began to breathe normally when she saw that the blonde was peacefully sleeping. Brittany looked so serene in this state. She looked around and looked out the window. Then, she noticed that they were already there at the parking lot of the office's building. She turned to look at the sleeping woman again. Suddenly, all good memories she'd had with her filled her head.

She smiled sadly upon remembering those moments. It's so sad our relationship ended that way, Britt-Britt...

A long time ago, her world only revolved around Brittany. She was a bitchy and stubborn young girl who always got what she wanted. She almost took her studies for granted because the only thing she wanted to do was to follow the blonde around. Looking back now, she's thinking that maybe the other woman didn't really love her back then and well, she only said yes because she had had enough of the "younger Santana's" persistence. But no matter how patient a person is, there would always be a limitation to that. The blonde probably ran out of patience in dealing with her stubornness that's why the she broke up with her.

Feeling the wetness on her skin, the brunette slowly wiped the tears that escaped her eyes, now falling down her tan cheeks. She really thought she was completely over her. But why does she feel like her long gone and buried feelings that had been sleeping for these past ten years are being slowly waken up and bit by bit, it starts to wake her whole being up, especially her resting heart? After all those years, why did she still feel at home with her like the way she usually felt before, that feeling of being safe, comfortable and secure? As if she still knew her and-

"Oh, hey... you're already up," Brittany softly said in her sleepy voice while rubbing the sleep off of her eyes. She turned to look at the brunette but then noticed that there was something off. "Hey, are you crying?"

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