A/N: hey! okay, so i'm really sorry for not updating last night. i fell asleep the moment i got to flop down on my bed. i was dead beat. i was just so tired coming home pretty late from school. so, here's an update for you all and i know y'all want to know who the devil is. so here you have it! and oh, thank you for the amazing reviews, follows and faves! all of you are awesome! :))

Allilurks (guest): thank you! well, I think you're right. I'm taking every opinion into account, reviewing them and if I think that the opinion could make the story better I don't mind adjusting the story a bit and also because I know that I may also change some parts in the story depending on how it goes. but yes, I'm still keeping the story as planned... because, well, it's the plan. and I'm happy that you understood how this story goes and that you're liking it. and thank you for reading! :)

On with the story...

CHAPTER 12

Brown eyes followed the direction where the secretary was looking at before she turned to look at the brunette.

A woman wearing a tight fit black mini-skirt, red tube top and red stilettos was what you saw approaching. The woman looked so familiar to Santana. She was actually pretty - nope, she's not. I'm waaaay prettier than this woman, whoever she is... the Latina thought to herself. - Her red hair was wavy, fair complexion, hazel green eyes, not-so-sexy-but-sexy-enough kind of body... and she has this birthmark on the upper side of her chest.

Birthmark on the upper side of the chest? I think I've seen that somewhere before...

The brunette thought hard and then it clicked. Oh fucking hell no! This can't be her. Not that bitch. It was Roxy "self-proclaimed Queen Bee" Smith, the woman whom her ex-girlfriend, who happens to be the one and only Brittany S. Pierce, chose over her ten years ago. She felt like something heavy was dropped and dumped in her chest. She turned to look at the blonde, who was actually looking at her right now with a worried expression on her face and on those clear blue eyes, and arched a brow at her. And because the architect was looking at her, she was caught off guard when the Roxy kissed her. The Latina did her best not to smirk. She had a poker-faced expression on her face - expressionless and emotionless.

Then the tall blonde harshly removed the arms which belonged to the devil that was wrapped around her neck.

"What the fucking hell was that?" Brittany said, obviously irritated.

I've never really heard my ex-girlfriend curse this much...

"Well, I missed you, darling. You're not showing up anymore. I haven't seen you since forever!" the redhead flirtingly said, obviously ignoring the irritated tone of the blonde.

"Miss your ass..." Mrs. A quietly muttered that was probably heard by the woman.

She may be old, but this woman has a sharp tongue, indeed. The brunette had to stop herself from snorting a laugh, especially when Roxy turned to glare at the older woman.

"And who in the hell are you? Are you one of those women flirting with Brittany, huh?" the redhead turned to her, raising her brow that seemed like it was as high as the rooftop. Santana straightened her body, more confident than just a while ago as hazel green eyes looked at her up and down, seizing her up. The brunette almost grinned wickedly when she saw insecurity in those eyes.

"Roxy! What the hell?!" the architect scolded.

"Stay away from Brittany, bitch!" she said, pointing her finger at the brunette.

The Latina felt her blood boil the moment the redhead pointed her finger at her. Oh hell no! She didn't just do that. Fucking bitch. I'm still the HBIC here, in case she forgot. No one dares to point their finger at me, especially this bitch. Tan hands strongly flicked the finger that was pointing at her and brown eyes met hazel green ones with a challenging stare. "Santana Lopez here. Remember me..." the brunette trailed off and continued, "...bitch?" Then she arched her own brow, matching the redhead's, and crossed her arms across her chest. Yup, that's it, Lopez.

The other woman was shocked upon hearing her name. "S-Santana?"

The brunette doesn't know what this woman was thinking when she immediately smiled sweetly at her. But Santana surely does know people like this bitch. There are a lot of things hidden behind that smile. "Oh my, you're back! How are you?" her voice changed into an overly fake friendly and cheery tone.

"I'm fine, Roxy. And I'm finally back... for good," the brunette said, emphasizing those words, and shrugged. She could totally play Roxy's game, whatever it was. I could play any game you want to play, bitch. Game on and just make sure that you'll bring everything that you've got. I'm the HBIC for a reason, you know.

She heard the gasps of the employees that porbably heard their exchange of words. Then, hazel green eyes widened upon hearing this news, and the brunette just couldn't help but smirk at the other woman's reaction.

"She will be my wife, Roxy. I'm warning you, don't you ever point your finger at her again. Or else, you'll have to deal with me," the blonde sternly said, warning and sort of threatening the redhead. After that, pale arms wrapped around her waist and pulled the brunette closer to her. "Let's go, babe."

The Latina didn't complain when the blonde wrapped her arms around her and lead her out of the office because she knows that hazel green eyes were still staring at them. In the corner of her eyes, she saw how the woman's eyes narrowed at them.

The moment they got in the elevator, she removed herself from the blonde's arms. She remained quiet until they got into the parking lot. She turned and sat on the hood of the architect's car.

"Santana, I-"

"You don't have to explain anything, Brittany," the brunette dryly said.

"But-"

She gave the other woman a cold stare and raised a finger, shutting her up. "No. You are doing me a great favor, Brittany, so don't worry because I'm going to make sure that I'd give you back your freedom."

The blonde remained silent after she finished talking. Then she wondered if she there was something wrong with what she told her. It's right for me to give her her freedom back, right? She breathed in deep and started to remove her heels. She flinched when the blonde squatted in front of her, lifted her feet, and placed it on her thigh.

"Let me," she said softly and started to massage her feet but wearing a serious expression on her face again.

"N-no, Brittany, let me-"

"Stop moving," the blonde cut her off.

The brunette stopped and just gaped at the other woman. But she could feel tingles and the warmth shooting through her veins with every touch that those pale hands bring. It has been ten long years but it felt as if it were only yesterday. This blue eyes beauty could still affect her this much. She sighed and tried to clear her head.

A few moments later, she finally removed her feet slowly from the blonde's hold and off of her lap.

"Do you want to drop by to the mall first?" the architect asked when they got inside the car. Hey blue eyes were looking outside and she seemed like she was in deep thinking.

Though, she wasn't in the mood anymore. She felt like she just wanted to go home and sleep.

Home...?

But where is home? Did she actually think of Brittany's house as her home?

"I, uh... I think we should just postpone for the day, Britt. I just wanna go home and I think my head's aching. Sorry, I bothered you."

"Are you okay, San? Do you need medicine?" the other woman said, concern is evident in her voice.

The brunette secretly studied her ex-girlfriend and soon-to-be wife. Sometimes, she was just so transparent that she could read her like a book and she could tell what she was thinking. However, most of the time, her expression and those eyes are blank and guarded, and she couldn't quite guess what this blonde feels or thinks.

"I'm fine," the brunette finally said.

"Are you sure? I have medicines at home. Oh, wait, there's a drugstore nearby if you really need them now. I'm sure we could stop by."

"I said I'm okay, Britt."

The blonde caught her off guard when pale hands cupped both of cheeks and blue eyes stared at her brown ones intently. Those gorgeous blue eyes are like black holes, sucking her soul up and compelling her, in the way she looks at her brown eyes while a pale thumb was caressing her tan cheek.

Not a few moments later, the architect started to lean in, slowly closing the gap between their faces. She was going to kiss her. Oh, god. What am I gonna do? How should I react with this? shit, brain. Work you stupid thing. That gorgeous face was getting nearer and nearer as she closes the distance between them. And before th brunette got to decide what she was going to do, pink thin lips touched her own red plump ones, feeling that kiss that she have missed for these past ten years.

At first, her body froze as she felt those lips on hers. She wanted to move away and push the blonde off of her because that's what her mind told her to do, but her body acted otherwise. She just knew that she started to reciprocate the kiss, opening her mouth and taking the blonde's bottom lip in hers. She felt the other woman's tongue grazing her lips asking for entrance and she welcomed it, letting her own tongue battle with hers for dominance. She moved her tan hand at the tall blonde's neck, running her thumb at the side of her neck before hooking it at the woman's nape, pullin her closer and deepening the kiss. She felt like she finally found the answer that has been bothering her ever since she got back. I still love her, I never did stop loving her... I just forgot how it felt being away from her for those past ten years. Now that I'm back, I know it now, I know that I still love her the most and more than anything else. That was the answer why her heart would beat wildly every time the blonde was around her. Why that warmth and tingly feeling was so familiar to her every moment pale skin touches her, and why the memories they've spent together that she thought she already buried deep that were long gone and forgotten are slowly coming back to her.

The brunette felt when the architect momentarily stopped, maybe because she was shocked with her reaction to the kiss, then the other woman let out a soft moan and started to kiss her again with so much hunger and longing. The kiss started soft; lightly touching, teasing, and tehy were savoring every time their lips would touch. Until they both tasted the sweetness of ech other's lips. The kiss began to deepen, in that way they could savor each other's sweet taste even more. Pink thin lips and red plumps ones dancing with each other, lightly nipping at each other and tongues wrestling. The kiss was so sweet and full of longing that those ten years only intensified the feeling.

Santana knew that after that kiss, everything would change between them. She would be putting her already not-so-guarded and patched up heart on the line once again. Am I really ready? Who knows, though? I already have the answer for those questions that bothered me, and there's no time to waste for me to question that again. Who really know, right? They said love is sweeter the second time around. Especially with the only person that I ever loved - Brittany.

A/N: so there you go... surprise! :) and oh, i won't be home tonight so i think i won't be able to post an update not until tomorrow when I get home. So i hope you liked this one and don't forget to tell what you think about it. 'til the next update y'all! :)