Santana's POV:

"Really, Porcelain. As much as I would love to stick around and watch you experience whatever weird anxiety attack you seem to be having right now, I have a date with an elliptical at the gym a few blocks away." I purred as I shifted around Kurt to retrieve a water bottle from the fridge. He stuttered after me, his words faltering for a moment before he could actually form a sentence.

"B-but, you can't leave yet." He swallowed hard, averting his eyes to the shelf behind him. "I mean, it's Thursday. Movie night, remember?" He chirped, reaching for the DVD copy of Moulin Rouge and waving it in front of me enthusiastically. I rolled my eyes at the movie.

"Um, yeah . . hard pass." I mused, my voice laced with heavy sarcasm. "But, as tough as it is to give that up, I've got to go." I turned on my heel, starting my way toward the door when - what the hell? - he jumped right in front of me, his arms extended out wide to block my way.

Kurt panted, his eyes wide and wild. "Wait!" He yelled, startling me. What the hell was with him?! I retreated a step back, raising an eyebrow slowly at him. "I- I mean, please Santana? You know you like movie night." He pleaded, his expression relaxing a bit. "And I know Rachel and I aren't your ideal type of company . . but . . we actually like you around. When we all spend Thursday night together, it's fun." I looked at him warily, my face turning up a bit as he slowly dropped his hands back to his sides.

He had a point. I would never admit it out loud to them, but Kurt and Rachel weren't so bad once you got used to them. Yeah they were over-the-top enthusiastic about everything and knew exactly how to annoy me until I wanted to pull my hair out, but they were my friends. My family. I liked having them around.

He looked up to me, his eyes softer now. "Please?" He said again, his voice in a small whisper.

Damn him. I groaned, rolling my eyes. "Okay, fine." I said through a clenched jaw. He instantly perked up at my confirmation, jumping up on his tip-toes and beginning to applaud.

"But -" I cut him off, holding up my hand. "I get to pick the movie. I couldn't possibly stand to watch a movie about dancing hoes for a sixth time."

He nodded quickly, returning to applaud again. "Of course, we can watch whichever movie you'd like."

I gave him a small, unenthusiastic smirk before turning away and heading toward my room. I went to go change, might as well put on my pajamas since it seemed that I wasn't going to get out of the house today. Knowing Lady hands and Gay Berry we'd be stuck in the loft the rest of the night watching old reruns of Friends after our movie and playing Jenga.

After a good ten minutes of changing and mentally preparing myself for this big night of fun I strolled back into the living room. "Y'know, Lady Lips, you and Dwarf really need to get some more friends. Certainly there's someone at that stuck up rich-kid school of yours that wants to be-"

My eyes grew wide as I saw her and I halted to an ungraceful stop. There she stood, standing tall between Kurt and Rachel, her bags set on the ground at her sides. God, she looked the same. Her hair down and curled into small rippling waves as it draped over her lean shoulders. She smiled up at me, her cheeks an innocent rose-pink in contrast to her piercing blue eyes. The two cerulean blue orbs locked on mine and burnt holes through my body, making my heart falter and skip a beat or two. I shook my head in disbelief, blinking quickly. Someone pinch me.

"Hey, San!" She chimed in a cheerful octave. I melted at the sound, my heart jumping again only to quicken it's pace.

I glanced over her, she looked so lovely. She was wearing something casual, yet her top was dressy. She pulled it off nicely, pastel-pink. I made a mental note of how well the color complimented her skin tone. Oh shit. And here I was, in my pajamas. My pajamas in the middle of the day, I must look like a slob!

She must of caught my eyes flash down to my clothes because then she smiled and said, "Nice shirt. Polka dots." I mentally cursed myself for changing, I should have just kept on my gym clothes. At least yoga pants were more flattering than pj's.

Her smile fell slightly and she took a slow step closer. "So, you going to say hi back?" A small frown began to form over her lips.

I blinked hard again, what was wrong with me? My brain was glitching or something. I shuddered, clearing my throat.

"Hey, B." I forced out, finally. I smiled coyly, beginning to relax as her face lit back up when I spoke.

She grinned widely, her smile reaching up to reflect in her eyes. Their deep blue coloration shimmered under the warm lights in the loft. She skipped across the room to me before throwing her arms around me in a tight embrace.

I laughed lightly, reaching up to return the hug. Our bodies relaxed against one another as soon as we touched, we fit perfectly together there in each other's arms. All trace of nerves disappeared at her touch and I inhaled a content sigh. Brittany's touch was comforting, it was home.

Big update lately, added four chapters in the past two days. I hope you all are liking where this story is going. Thank you so much to those of you who have left reviews so far. I appreciate your feedback!

Sorry for this chapter being cut short. But no worries, I will update again soon. :) Remember to let me know what you think.

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