Ok so this chapter is a bit emotional. Well I think it is anyway. Finally some insight into Santana and her father. Many of you have been asking about it and here is some. I hope you all enjoy it.

PS. I probably won't be able to update again until next week but we'll see what happens.

PPS. Have any of you seen the new promos? Santana getting thrown into the lockers by Lauren. I almost cried. Not gonna lie.

PPS. Review please!

Here we sit, staring out at the water. Brittany rests her chin on my shoulder, placing soft kisses to my neck every so often. I shivered slightly and she gave me a quick squeeze. "Cold?"

"A little." I nodded once.

"Wanna head out?"

"Not yet. I'm too comfortable." I leaned my head against hers. "I could stay here forever."

"The beach?"

"Your arms." I smiled softly before realizing what I just said. I covered my face with my hands. "God, I'm so cheesy."

"I think you're cute." She kissed my cheek.

"Thank you." I smiled.

"You really do look beautiful tonight."

"You've said that a million times already." I laughed.

"I can't help it. You're just amazing."

I turned my face. I kissed her softly. "You're too sweet."


One week. Seven days. That's how long Brittany and I have been seeing each other. She was making me work too. We saw each other every day. She wouldn't stay over though. And she would barely let me get to second base. Oddly enough, I like it. I've never had to work for anything before so it's different.

"Hey babe." I smiled into the phone, laying on the couch.

"Hey beautiful. What are you doing?"

"Laying on the couch, watching crappy TV."

"That's no fun."

"I know. What about you?"

"Just listening to my roommates complain about their boyfriends."

"That sounds like a good time." I laughed.

"It's making me glad I'm not into guys." She laughed.

"They are only trouble."

"The same could be said about some women though." I could hear her smirk.

"Are you saying I'm trouble?"

"It's just what I've heard."

"Don't believe everything you hear, babe."

"I know. So tonight, are you busy?"

"Yep."

"Oh. Ok then."

"I'm kidding, Britt. I'm not doing anything besides be with you."

"So dinner and a club?"

"If that's what you wanna do."

"It's cool. I could never turn down the chance to be that close to you."

"Baby, you can be that close to me anytime."

"Shut up, dork." She laughed.

"You love it." I smirked.

"You wanna come get me?"

"Now?"

"Well if you come now, I'll have to get ready at your place."

"No problem. There are a million different rooms and bathrooms here. You can use any of them, except mine."

"Ok. Get your ass over here already."

"I'm walking out the door now." I grabbed my keys and put shoes on before walking out the door.

"See you soon."

Hours later, Brittany and I were about to leave the restaurant when I saw a little brunette in a corner by herself. "Britt, please tell me I'm seeing things."

"What?"

"Look in the corner over your left shoulder."

"Is that what's-her-face from LAX?"

"I think so." I shook my head.

"That's weird."

"Yeah it is. Let's go. I don't want her to see us."

We made out way out of the restaurant without Rachel seeing us. I let out a sigh of relief once we were outside. Brittany smiled brightly. We went back to LAX, mainly out of habit. I stood at the bar while Brittany went to the restroom.

"Hey sexy." Some random girl came up next to me, smiling.

"Hey." I smiled softly.

"You're looking good tonight."

"Thanks."

"You wanna dance?" She took a step closer.

"No thanks."

"Aw come on." She took another step, only a few inches away now.

I looked around for Brittany but couldn't find her. "I'm sorry but I'm here with someone."

"Oh yeah? Since when do you come here with someone?" She traced a finger from my shoulder, down my arm, to my wrist.

"Since now." Brittany walked up, finally. She wrapped her arm, protectively, around my waist. "So I suggest you run along now."

"What if I don't?" The girl raised an eyebrow and got in Brittany's face.

"You'll definitely regret it." My blonde stepped closer to the girl, poking her in the shoulder.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah."

They stood facing off for a minute before the girl huffed and walked away. Brittany turned to face me, still angry.

"Britt, that was so hot. You got all defensive and your muscles, I never noticed them before." I traced my finger over her biceps.

"No one messes with my girl." Brittany crossed her arms over her chest.

"I'm your girl?"

"Yeah, of course."

"You are so hot right now." I grabbed her by the bottom of her shirt and pulled her to me. I leaned up slightly, placing a soft kiss on her lips. She pulled me in closer, deepening the kiss. I had to pull away after a minute, remembering we were in public. "Dance with me, babe."

The two of us moved as one on the dance floor. Our chemistry was undeniable and off the charts. After a few hours of drinking and dancing, we were tired. As we walked out of the club, I could have sworn I saw Rachel again. I shrugged it off and left. We got in the car and our hands connected like magnets.

"I left my bag of clothes at your house." Brittany broke the silence.

"Do you wanna get it?"

"Sure." She smiled but looked like she had more to say.

"What's up, B?"

"Can I stay at your place tonight?"

"Of course. You don't have to ask."

"I don't want to just assume."

"That's cute. You can stay anytime you want."

She smiled and kissed the back of my hand. Once we got home, we grabbed some food then went up to my room. "Where do you want me to sleep?" She stood by her bag, looking at me softly.

"You can take my bed. I'll sleep over here on the couch."

"I can't take your bed from you."

"I insist. The couch is just as comfortable."

"I feel bad."

"Don't feel bad. I want you to take my bed."

"Only if you're sure."

"I am. Now hush and go to sleep."

We both changed into pajamas. Brittany got in my bed while I dropped down on the couch. Tonight marks my first sleepover. Even if we aren't technically sleeping together. This girl is changing me. I like it a lot. And her almost fighting a bitch for me? Super sexy.

I woke up the next morning with my face in the back of the couch and an arm around my waist. I carefully rolled over, coming face to face with Brittany. She smiled softly. "Hey."

"Good morning." I smiled.

"Sorry." She moved to sit up but I held her down.

"For what?"

"This." She motioned between us. "I probably should have mentioned it before, but I have trouble sleeping in new places. I usually have to sleep next to someone."

"That's adorable." I kissed her softly. "I can't lie. I didn't hate waking up next to you."

"You're very cuddly. But this couch is kinda small for two people to sleep on."

"Yeah. The bed is definitely bigger." I laughed.

"I'm going to grab something to drink. You want anything?"

"Sure. I'll take a Gatorade."

"Be right back." She kissed me quickly and rolled off the couch. I stretched and sat up.

*Brittany's POV*

I hopped down the stairs with a smile on my face. I wandered into the kitchen and saw Puck standing there in his boxers. I covered my eyes. "Do you always walk around your house half naked?"

"Whoa. What are you doing here?" He turned around quickly.

"Getting a drink."

"Did you stay here last night?"

"Yeah." I walked around the boy and got into the fridge. I grabbed a bottle of water and a bottle of Gatorade.

"What?" He looked confused.

"We left the club. Came here. Went to sleep." I shrugged.

"Did you sleep with her?"

"Wow. Is that really any of your business?"

"I'm just saying. S always brings girls home but they never stay. Never. You are the first girl that has slept here."

"How many girls?"

"That's not my place to say."

"It seems like you never have a problem talking. So why now?"

"Because Santana likes you. She genuinely cares about you. I've never seen her like this before. Just please don't hurt her. She's been through a lot."

"From what I've been told, I'm the one that is at risk of getting heartbroken."

"I'm not going to pretend like she doesn't have a rep, because she does. You've heard it. I've witnessed it. But she's been through so much she's afraid to let people in. She's a lot more fragile than you think."

I stood there a minute, taking in everything. "What about her dad?"

"I'll be happy to tell you anything you wanna know. Except about him. That's one subject she'll have to tell you herself."

"Ok." I nodded.

"So did you sleep with her?" He smirked at me, winking.

"Goodbye, Puck." I shook my head and went back upstairs.

*Santana's POV*

"Took you long enough." I smiled as Brittany walked back in the room.

"I had the pleasure of talking to Puck." She sat next to me. I couldn't read her expression.

"What's wrong? Did he say something stupid?"

"We talked about you."

"Shit." I turned to face her. "Am I in trouble?"

"No. But if I tell you what he told me, he'll probably be in trouble."

"Tell me what he said and I'll decide his fate."

"Well. He said you always bring girls home but they never stay. He said I'm the first. He then went on to tell me you genuinely care about me and asked me not to hurt you. And he said you have a reputation because you're afraid to let people in."

"Did he say anything else?"

"He kept asking if we slept together." She laughed.

"He's stupid." I rolled my eyes.

"So a lot of people have told me about your reputation. Do you want to tell me your side?"

"Why don't you just brush me off like everyone else?"

"Because, believe it or not, I really like you. I know how gossip works. I wanna hear your side."

"It's all true." I shrugged, standing up and keeping my back to Brittany. "I'm a player. I'm a whore. Puck was right. I don't let people in. I keep them at an arm's length because I'm tired of getting hurt. I don't trust people for the same reason. I put up walls and put on this front because it works. I don't get hurt anymore. And then there's you."

"What about me?"

I sit on the edge of my bed, still facing away from her. "You scare the hell out of me. I really like you and care about you. I haven't been in an actual relationship in a really long time. I'm scared to put myself out there because I'm scared I'll get hurt again. I don't know if I can handle getting my heart broken again."

"I'm not going to hurt you." Brittany knelt down in front of me, her hands on my thighs.

My phone started ringing from the floor by the couch. I glanced over at it before looking back at Brittany. "After all that, you still want to talk to me?"

"Of course I do. You just opened yourself up to me. I know it wasn't easy." She smiled softly at me, gently squeezing my thighs. My phone started ringing again. "Are you gonna get that?"

"No. You're the only person I want to talk to right now."

"Lucky me." She smiled. She moved and sat next to me.

"Can I say how hot you were last night?" I laughed. "I think I said it like three times already but you were so hot."

"I get really defensive when people try to take my things."

"What if she hit you?"

"I would have knocked the bitch out."

"That's so hot." I couldn't stop smiling. My phone started ringing for the third time. I sighed and walked over to it.

"You probably should answer."

"Shit." I looked at the screen and hit the talk button. "Hello?"

"Ignoring my phone calls?" My father said, anger dripping with every word.

"I wasn't." I said softly. I walked into my bathroom so Brittany didn't have to see me. "I was downstairs and my phone was in my room."

"If you're going to lie to me, make it a better one."

"I'm sorry."

"You're such a disappointment. Why did I get stuck with you? Your mother is lucky she's dead. She doesn't have to see what a failure you are."

Hearing those words ripped my heart out. "I'm sorry." I hated saying those words to him. But the tears formed behind my eyes.

"Is that all you can say?"

"No sir."

"I don't even know why I bother trying to talk to you. It never gets me anywhere."

"Can I do something for you?"

"You can stop with the bullshit. I wanted to let you know there is some extra money in your account for last night."

"Thank you."

"Oh now you're grateful? Only after I give you more money. You know, I'm tempted to take your house, your cars, everything away and see how you are then."

"Please don't sir."

"I'm done talking to you. It's just pissing me off, you worthless, ungrateful bitch." He hung up the phone and I couldn't stop the tears from falling. After a minute, I pulled myself together. I wiped the tears away and took a deep breath. I walked back into my bedroom.

"Sorry about that."

"What's wrong?" Brittany rushed over to me. I shook my head. "You've been crying."

"It's nothing." I brushed it off.

"After this amazing morning, you're going to shut me out?"

I wrapped my arms around her waist, hugging her tightly. "It's my dad. I hate him."

"I'm sorry."

"He's a horrible person. Ever since my mom died, he's changed. He is verbally abusive. He tears me down every chance he gets. Today he said I was a disappointment. He said my mom was lucky so she didn't have to see the failure I am. Then called me a worthless, ungrateful bitch." I broke down again.

She pulled back, holding my face in her hands. "You don't deserve that. You are none of those things. Why do you put up with that?"

"I have to. I wish I didn't, but I have to."

"Why?" She wiped a few tears away.

"He supports my habits. He gives me money." I looked around at everything. "I wouldn't have any of this if it wasn't for him."

"I'm sorry." She looked at me with such compassion in her eyes.

"Puck is the only other person who knows about my father."

"You didn't have to tell me."

"I wanted to. I told you everything else. I didn't want to hide anymore."

"You're such an incredible person. You really need to know that. You're so strong."

"I'm not. Really. I just act like it."

"I think you really are and you just don't know it."

"Thank you." I kissed her softly. "How about we go grab some lunch? We need to get my mind off this stupid stuff."

"Sounds like a great plan." She smiled, lovingly at me.