I awoke the next morning to the feeling of Santana moving herself out of my arms and standing up.

'San...' I muttered sleepily, as Santana pulled open the curtains with some force.

'You should get up, Brittany,' she said, and there was something reserved in her voice.

'I pulled the covers off me, and stood up, yawning. 'Why?'

She didn't reply, but began rifling through her bag, looking for her clothes.

It suddenly hit me.

'This is about... Last night, isn't it?'

She looked at me, rolling her eyes.

'Well I did kind of wake up to you cuddled up to me, you know, when I'm taken. I thought we sorted this out.'

I frowned.

'I'm sorry, Santana. I was cold.'

'No, you weren't,' she said coldly. 'I used to use that excuse to be allowed to cuddle up to you at night.'

'What changed?' I asked coolly, looking straight at her.

She glared back, unblinking.

Then, her features softened.

'I'm sorry,' she said. 'This is my fault.'

'How?' I asked, amazed.

'I know how you feel about... me. I shouldn't even be staying here. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have given you the wrong idea, I just –'

'Calm down, San,' I said. 'It's fine. I understand.'

'Maybe I should go back to my parents'.'

'No,' I said urgently. 'You aren't going back there yet. I won't let you. They'll hurt you.'

She looked at me sadly, and I knew what she was thinking. You're hurting me, Britt.

'Please,' I begged. 'Please stay. I promise it won't happen again. San, please.'

She hesitated, then sighed deeply.

'Fine,' she said, resigned. 'But this can't happen again, okay?'

I nodded.

She smiled at me, although it was more like a grimace.

But before I could question her about it, my phone buzzed, and I grabbed it from the bedside table.

'It's from Kurt,' I said, a little surprised. I opened it, and Santana came around to read over my shoulder.

Hey, is Santana with you? We were wondering if you wanted to meet up. Most of glee club is going.

I looked at Santana, who nodded encouragingly.

'You sure?' I asked. 'I mean, you haven't met up with Jamie this weekend at all...'

'It's okay, she'll understand. She doesn't even live close by so I don't expect to see her that much anyway.'

I nodded, and replied to Kurt.

Sure, where?

He replied a few seconds later.

Be at the Lavender Cafe in twenty.

I smiled. It was one of our usual meeting spots. The glee kids had grown a lot closer recently, and we usually met up on the weekends.

Santana had a shower first, and I waited in my room, feeling happy. Santana had agreed to stay for longer, which was something. I wasn't ready for her to go just yet.

She came into my room wrapped in just a towel, and I frowned.

'Forgot underwear,' she said, grinning.

'You're beautiful,' I whispered as she bent down into her bag to retrieve her underwear.

She didn't hear me.

Once we were both showered and ready, we left for the cafe. Ten minutes later we were there and, as Kurt had said, most of the glee club was already sitting inside.

'Hey,' I greeted, looking around. 'Where's Quinn? And Rachel?'

'They said they couldn't come,' said Kurt. 'Neither could Blaine.'

I smiled sympathetically, and sat down beside Santana.

I look at Puck, who's on his phone as usual, and remember something.

'Hey, Puck?'

'Yeah, Britt,' he said, not looking up.

'Can I... speak to you for a minute?'

He looked at me, then nodded.

We stood up and walked to just outside the ladies' bathroom.

'I was wondering what's happening with you and Jamie,' I asked innocently.

He smiled. 'You know about that, huh? Yeah, we've been speaking quite a bit.'

'That's cool,' I said.

Then he looked suspicious.

'Why do you care...?'

'Oh,' I said, thinking fast. 'I... I just want everyone to be in happy relationships so we do well at Sectionals.'

He looked even more confused, but then he shrugged.

'Whatever. Well, I dunno I've been speaking to her a lot, and I invited her into town, but she keeps making excuses.'

'Oh,' I said, knowing why. 'Well, I mean, hang in there. Maybe you could meet up with a group of people, to make it less like a date.'

He paused, clearly considering the idea.

'That might just work,' he said, grinning. 'Cheers, Britt.'

We walked back to the table, and Santana was watching me curiously, but I just shrugged and sat down.

'So,' said Kurt, speaking to Puck and Artie. 'Have you two got a duet planned for the assignment?'

They both grinned and started up long-winded explanations of their choreography. But they were interrupted by someone's phone ringing.

Kurt hurriedly reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, frowning at it.

'I'll be right back,' he said, putting the phone to his ear as he stood up and walked away.

Puck watched him curiously as he walked further away still, and I turned to see Kurt looking angry.

'Stay here,' said Puck to the other's. 'And watch what Puck does best.'

He left the table and started walking towards where Kurt was standing, then hiding behind a booth, listening.

We all waited anxiously, as Puck's face became increasingly stony.

After about five minutes, he left and walked back to us, sitting down again.

He didn't say anything.

'Um, Puck?' Mike pressed. 'Who was he on the phone to?'

Puck hesitated, then said, 'Karofsky.'

'Karofsky!' The group started muttering as one.

'What was he talking to him about?' I asked.

'He...' Puck hesitated again.

'Go on,' said Tina.

'From what I could gather,' Puck began, 'Karofsky was... Asking Kurt out. And Kurt was saying no. Because of Blaine.'

The whole glee club looked over at Kurt, shocked.

'No way,' said Artie. 'Karofsky? Karofsky?'

'I don't believe it for a second,' said Lauren firmly. 'Karofsky bullied Kurt. He's not gay.'

'That's all been over for ages, Lauren,' said Puck. 'I always sorta suspected...'

We all fell silent, thinking.

After a few seconds, Kurt rejoined us.

'Sorry about that, was my mom,' he said, smiling.

'No, it wasn't,' said Mercedes, shaking her head.

He frowned.

'Um... How would you know?'

Everyone looked at Puck. Kurt gasped.

'You were eavesdropping.'

'No,' Puck began, 'No, I wasn't –'

'You... How could you do that?'

Puck looked ashamed.

'Sorry, Kurt,' he said meekly.

'And you told all these guys too!'

'Yeah,' he admitted.

Kurt sighed deeply.

'Listen, this stays between us for now. Yes?'

Everyone nodded ferociously.

'Karofsky is going to prove to me his bravery, or something,' said Kurt. 'I don't think he understands that it won't make any difference. I'm still in love with Blaine.'

We all looked sympathetic.

Then, the door of the cafe opened, and Quinn and Rachel walked in.

They didn't see us, but walked to one of the farthest away booths and sat down.

Puck was up and moving before we had time to stop him.

'What is he doing now,' moaned Santana. 'They'll see him, and then we're all screwed.'

We watched in despair as Puck used the same technique on these two, and came back looking even more confused than before.

'Puck,' said Santana sternly when he sat back down. 'Can't you just leave people alone? There's this little thing called privacy.'

'Oh, please, they were asking me to eavesdrop. It's Quinn and Rachel. Together.'

He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and I rolled my eyes.

'What were they saying, then?'

'I didn't really understand,' he said, shrugging. 'Rachel was saying something about maybe getting back with Finn... Quinn was trying to persuade her not to.'

'Weird,' said Artie. 'Where is Finn, anyway?'

'Had to do extra training after football,' Puck shrugged.

'Well, I know he kind of wants her back too,' said Mike. 'You know what those two are like.'

'Well, Quinn's argument seemed to be convincing her not to, so I dunno.'

We all sat in silence, finishing our food.

'Maybe we should go,' I said to Santana. 'My mom wanted me to help out with some chores.'

Santana nodded, and we stood up.

'Laters,' said Puck.

'Bye,' said everyone else.

'See you all tomorrow,' we waved and left.

I managed to get a good eyeshot of Quinn and Rachel on the way out – Rachel had her hand on the table and, as I watched, Quinn reached out and placed her's on top. I saw Rachel smile shyly before I walked out the door, Santana at my side.

That night, me and Santana started off sleeping as far away from each other as was physically possible, given the space.

But I couldn't sleep. I could still feel that barrier in between us, the thing that was stopping me from being normal around her.

I sighed, and turned over, desperate to be that little bit closer.

She turned over too, so that we were facing each other.

You look beautiful when you sleep, I thought. I couldn't say it out loud in fear of waking her.

And then, in her sleep, her arms moved forward, and pulled me closer, making me gasp.

Our faces were inches apart. I could bend down and kiss her if I wanted.

I licked my lips, and slowly but surely pressed our lips together. Her lips moved against mine very slightly, as if she was awake, and I pulled back, terrified.

She slept on, unaware of our brief kiss.

I felt the tears begin to form but I choked them back, determined not to break down.

Her hand lay next to mine, and I felt her pinky link subconsciously with mine under the blankets.

I felt myself slowly drifting off, the memory of our sleep kiss burning my retina.

Goodnight, Santana.

A/N: Ach, they kissed. THEY KISSED. Well, not really. But kind of, and that's good enough for me. Hope you enjoyed, and review if you'd be so kind :) I love you all.