Just want to say thank you for all the amazing reviews! The response to this story has really been great and is just making me want to write more and more and more :) I hope you enjoy chapter 5, these just seem to be getting longer and longer with every chapter :P Anyway I hope this helps with any bruised feels that anyone may have after Brittany's goodbye in the season finale :)

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Chapter 5

Santana, as it turned out, was not a 'time-off' kind of person. Going on vacation was another thing entirely but being expected to just sit around, relax and get her strength back up, was not something she enjoyed doing. Santana liked to be active and have things to do.

That is why when she wakes up on Saturday morning and realises that she is going to be alone in the apartment with only Lord Tubbington for company until Brittany gets home that evening, she thinks that she might just go insane.

She was tired of watching movies and day-time TV, flipping through magazines and reading. At one point she even attempted to get Lord Tubbington to play with her but he just stared at her blankly and refused to move from his 'kitty cushion', as Brittany called it.

Santana had really been looking forward to hanging out with Brittany when she got home from work on Friday. Brittany had told her that she normally got home from work at around 8. In preparation for her return Santana had made fajitas, one of the few dishes that she could actually cook. By 9 pm Santana resigned herself to the fact that Brittany probably wasn't going to be back anytime soon. She supposed it was part and parcel of the unpredictable nature of Brittany's work. Santana ate by herself but still left the table set for Brittany so that she could heat it up for her when she got in.

However when Brittany got back at 11 she was so exhausted that she just gave Santana a wave and a brief, "goodnight," and immediately went to bed.

Santana's heart sank with disappointed, she knew it was late but she had still been hoping that Brittany would stay up and eat so that she could spend some time just talking to her. While Santana loved the apartment, her instant love for the place had not come from its character as she had originally presumed. It had come from Brittany. When Brittany left in the morning, she took the spirit of the place with her and as Santana watched her leave in the morning the urge to follow her out the door was almost unbearable.

Santana was determined for today to be different. It was the weekend and Brittany had the day off from work on Sunday, they could do anything. Santana gets out of bed, walks into the living room and sits down beside Tubbs. As she pets him she thinks of all the things that she and Brittany could do together.

Before she can come to any kind of conclusion she hears her phone going off in her room. When she checks it she sees that it's a message from Kurt. He was her personal stylist and one of the only people that she worked with that she could actually stand.

Santana! I just got your new number from Will! I have been trying to get through to you all week to see how you are. Did you not think that I would be worried about you? Your apartment burned down for Christ's sake! It's like you have literally fallen off the face of the earth, no one even knows where you are!

I am however, willing to over look this fact if you promise to get your ass up and come out with me tonight. Tina has gotten us on the guest-list of one of the hottest clubs in NY, not that you need the guest-list though :P There's a whole group of us going and you better be there or I will personally hunt you down.

You better reply to this Lopez or there will be hell to pay. Xx

-Kurt.

Santana smiled as she read the message. She hadn't realised how much she missed him. Thinking about it she had really taken a step back from the type of lifestyle she normally led. Usually a day never went by where she wasn't out at one event or another, making sure she was being seen in the right places by the right people. It was refreshing and yet she couldn't help but think that if it hadn't been for Brittany her life wouldn't have changed that much. She would have been back out in the public eye at the first chance she got. Brittany had really changed her priorities. Santana wanted to spend time with her and when Brittany had gone back to work she had wanted to be there when she got home. Santana had even begun to wonder what Brittany would think of her if she could see how she had behaved in the past. Her career was everything to her but Santana could feel herself beginning to revaluate what she found to be most important in her life.

Santana sent Kurt a quick reply.

I'll be there :) Just text me the time and place. Oh and is it cool if I bring some friends?! x – S

This is exactly the kind of opportunity that Santana needed. She and Brittany really needed to hang out together outside of the apartment. Santana could introduce Brittany to some of her friends. She was pretty sure that they would love her. All she had to do now was ask Brittany if she would be up for it.

Santana flicks through her contacts and presses on Brittany's name. Brittany had said that she wouldn't always have her phone on her at work but that Santana should feel free to contact her if she needed to. Santana holds the phone to her ear and waits for Brittany to pick up.

Suddenly, Santana hears the lyrics to Britney Spears' song 'Hold it Against me?' playing from somewhere in the kitchen. Santana doesn't end the call until she has walked into the kitchen and can see that Brittany has left her phone on the picnic table. Santana sighs in frustration. She is pretty sure that Brittany would be up for going out but she can't just assume that and hop on Brittany as soon as she walks in the door telling her that they are going out.

Santana looks at the time. It's only 10 am. Screw it Santana thinks to herself and races off to her room to get dressed. Santana makes sure that she looks good without trying too hard, she can do that tonight if everything goes as planned. Grabbing Brittany's phone from the table and stuffing it in her bag she leaves the apartment, shouting a goodbye to Tubbs as she goes.

It only takes Santana ten minutes to get to the station once she manages to get a cab. Santana rolls her eyes once she gets there; she really could have walked, she had no idea that they lived that close to the fire station, although it made sense since Brittany worked there. It just showed how much she knew about the city.

Santana has hardly stepped into the front doors of the station before some guy with a squirrel on his head has jumped out of nowhere and was introducing himself.

"Hey there, I'm Puck," he says with a wink. Santana takes a moment to look at this guy. She thinks she can remember Brittany describing someone like this: muscular, pretty good-looking, Mohawk. Puck has his hand held out for Santana to shake. Santana reaches out and takes it.

"I'm…"

"Oh I know who you are, honey." Puck lifts Santana's hand up to his face and kisses the back of her hand. Santana rolls her eyes and attempts to discretely wipe the back of her hand on her pants. She didn't want to be outright rude to Brittany's co-workers but she had a feeling that a little rudeness wouldn't really stop this guy. Santana gives Puck a smile/grimace. "How can I help a pretty lady like yourself?" Puck's smile is cheeky and Santana can help but laugh at his obvious flirting.

"I'm looking for Brittany actually." Puck nods as if expecting as much.

"Brittany's actually out on a call right now but they should be back soon. I can bring you to the canteen and you can wait for her there." Puck gestures in the direction of the canteen and begins to lead the way there.

"Thanks." Santana follows Puck's lead.

Puck and Santana sit down at a table beside the windows in the canteen. This whole side of the room has glass windows that look out into the large garage space where the trucks get parked. None of them are there right now though.

Santana looks back at Puck and taps her fingers on the table. She's not really sure what to talk to him about.

"So, living with Brittany, what's that like?" Puck asks.

Santana's heart flips at the chance to tell somebody how much she is enjoying living with Brittany.

"Oh it's great! We get along really well. Britt is such a lovely person. I'm so grateful to her for taking me in."

"Yeah…Britt seems to like living with you too. The girl never shuts up about you." Puck gives Santana a loaded look and Santana's eyebrows furrow.

"Really? I can't imagine what's so great about living with me."

"Well she hasn't had a roommate in a while; she just likes your company I suppose."

Santana was intrigued. Brittany spoke about her to her work friends?

"Did she mention anything specific?" Santana didn't really know what kind of answer she was expecting but she did know that she wanted to know exactly what the blonde thought of her.

"Well…," Puck begins but before he can answer two fire trucks pull into the garage.

Santana looks up just as Brittany lithely jumps down out of the cab. Santana's breath catches in her throat. The sight of Brittany in her uniform has her mesmerized. It's not like she had never seen Brittany in her uniform before; hell she had been wearing it when she saved her! But that experience had been so surreal that Santana hadn't really been able to focus all of her attention on Brittany, no matter how much she may have wanted to. Seeing Brittany in her uniform now though reminds Santana of just how flustered Brittany had made her that day.

Brittany's jacket hangs open and Santana can see the red suspenders that hold up her trousers. Her grey t-shirt with the station's crest on it has risen and Santana can see Brittany's toned midriff. Brittany takes off her helmet and shakes her hair out. Santana can see the black smudges of soot that adorn Brittany's face and chest. Santana feels herself getting flushed and senses the increase in her pulse and gulps. Brittany is utterly breath-taking and Santana stares at her shamelessly as she makes her way inside. Santana begins to move on auto-pilot and stands up from the table to go and meet Brittany when she walks in, completely forgetting about Puck.

Brittany's face, while at first confused, lights up at seeing Santana.

"What are you doing here?" she asks excitedly.

Santana takes a moment to organise her thoughts before she ends up blurting out abs as it seems to be all her brain can think of right now. She shifts her eyes up from the distracting body part and smiles at Brittany, hoping that she didn't notice.

"Phone! Eh apartment," Santana blurts and then instantly winces, "you left your phone in the apartment and I thought you might need it."

Brittany chuckles at how adorable she is as she stutters over her words and hastily tries to get the phone out of her bag.

"Oh thanks! You didn't have to go to the trouble though; I can live without my phone for a day."

Santana places the phone in Brittany's awaiting palm.

"I know but I wanted to talk to you about something anyway."

"Oh ok cool," Brittany says as she continues to smile at Santana, "but could we talk in the locker room? I really need to get out of these disgusting clothes."

Santana nods and together they walk back through the canteen and down the corridor to the women's locker room. Brittany stops at a locker that says Pierce on it in bold letters. Brittany hangs her jacket up in her locker, turns around, and puts her foot on the bench and starts unlacing her boots.

"What did you want to talk about?"

"I was wondering if you wanted to go out tonight?" Santana rushes her words out quickly. Brittany pauses her actions for a second.

"Go out?" Brittany desperately needs Santana to define that for her.

"I really need to get out of the apartment and my friend Kurt texted me and said that we're on the guest-list for some club. You could even ask some of the guys to come if you think they would enjoy it. I think my friends will kill me if I say no but I'd really like for you to come too." Santana knows that she is rambling at this point and that she should just let Brittany speak but she is just so afraid that Brittany will say no.

Brittany stands up and looks at Santana.

"That sounds great, I'd love to go."

Santana's eyes light up and she sighs with relief.

"Yay!" Santana squeals and she does a little happy dance. She then throws herself into Brittany's arms without thinking. "We're going to have so much fun." Santana jumps back suddenly, "I have to go back and decide what I'm gonna wear!"

Brittany is still a little startled by the surprise hug but she catches Santana by the wrist. "Hang on," she says as she pulls Santana towards her, "you've got some soot on your face from hugging me." Brittany brushes her thumb along Santana's cheekbone. Santana bites her lip as tingles erupt all over her cheeks and she feels herself blush.

Brittany manages to get rid of the smudge with the second brush of her thumb but can't help going back for a third. She didn't know when she would get to touch Santana this intimately again. Brittany's eyes flick from her hand on Santana's cheek over to Santana's eyes which are staring back at her intensely. Brittany slowly lowers her hand and clears her throat. "I got it," she murmurs.

"Great," Santana says as she turns around quickly, "I'll see you later." Santana pauses at the door and looks back over her shoulder, "What time will you be back later?"

"I'll grab something to eat here so I don't have to make dinner, so I should be back around nine."

"Perfect, see you then."

…..

Santana had spent the rest of the day trying to decide on the perfect outfit for that evening. She had narrowed it down to two dresses. One made her boobs look spectacular but the other made both her boobs and her ass look pretty damn good. Deciding that the first might be a bit over the top in the cleavage department, she opts for the second dress. It's a deep green colour that complements her skin tone nicely. She wonders if Brittany will like it.

Santana had also picked up some wine on the way back from the station for her and Brittany to have before they went out.

Santana was just toying with what to do with her hair when she heard the door of the apartment open and close.

"Hey Britt, how was the rest of your day?" Santana calls out to Brittany from her room.

"It was pretty uneventful really," Brittany calls back, her voice getting closer. Brittany, seeing that the door is open, walks straight into Santana's room and examines the mess of clothes strewn about the room. "Please tell me you know what you're wearing, you've had all day to decide," Brittany jokes.

"Yes, I have actually," Santana states with finality and claps her hands together, "Do you know what you're wearing?"

"Not yet," Brittany shrugs, "but it won't take me long to decide, don't worry."

"Actually, if you haven't decided yet, I have a dress that I think would look amazing on you." Santana rummages in her closet for a moment and pulls out what appears to be a simple blue dress.

Brittany looks at it appraisingly. It is understated yet beautiful. Santana turns it around for Brittany to see the back and Brittany sees that it hardly has one. Nearly the entire back of the dress is cut out. Brittany immediately begins to shake her head in refusal.

"I'm not wearing that," Brittany says flatly. Santana misses the change in Brittany's tone and tries to persuade her, thinking that Brittany just has an issue with borrowing her clothes.

"Really, Britt, it's no problem and you'll look stunning."

"I said no, Santana."

Santana looks up and sees a stern expression on Brittany's face. What had she done wrong?

"I'm sorry, Britt. You probably had something of your own in mind and here I am trying to force you to wear something else." Santana can't believe that she is apologising, she never apologises. Brittany had just been rude to her and here she was saying sorry. Santana could tell that she had hit some sort of nerve with Brittany though so she just let it go. "I'm sure you'll look great no matter what you wear."

"Thanks for the offer," Brittany mumbles as she leaves.

Brittany felt bad for rejecting Santana so harshly like that. She knew that Santana couldn't possibly understand and didn't deserve to have Brittany's frustration taken out on her like that. Brittany shook her head and resolved to get things between them back to normal before they go out.

When Brittany is ready to go she goes to Santana's bedroom door. It's closed. She knocks on it gently and waits for Santana to tell her to come in. Santana opens the door and Brittany's heart skips a beat. Even though Brittany had agreed to go out it hadn't clicked with her what type of clothes Santana would be wearing and she most definitely wasn't prepared for it.

Santana's smoky eye make-up made her eyes shine brighter than Brittany had ever seen them and Brittany couldn't help but examine every inch of Santana's body with her eyes. Her hair was curled slightly and looked unbelievably soft.

Santana had a fresh bandage on her wounded leg. Brittany had almost forgotten about it because Santana had been wearing casual clothes around the apartment which had consisted of tracksuits and jeans.

"Are you ok to go out with that on?" Brittany asked with concern.

Santana was relieved to see that Brittany had gone back to normal and that she hadn't upset her too much.

"Yeah, I'll be fine," Santana assured her.

It was Santana's turn to admire Brittany now. Santana was actually glad that Brittany had chosen to wear her own dress. Brittany was in a red dress that accentuated her perfectly. It didn't leave much to the imagination where cleavage was concerned and Santana found it hard to move her eyes away until she caught sight of Brittany's legs which went on forever. They were both in heels but Santana's were slightly higher so they were closer in height than they ever had been before. Brittany still had the edge though. Brittany's hair hung loose and wavy down her back.

"Brittany…" Santana whispered, "Where have you been hiding those legs?"

Santana winked and tried to make a joke out of it in an attempt to hide how taken she was by the blonde.

"These legs? Look at you Santana, you're a fricking goddess!" Brittany gestures at Santana's body as if to prove her point. Santana laughs and shakes her head. Brittany can see her mentally dismissing her compliment. Brittany steps forward and takes Santana's hand in her own. "No, really though, you look beautiful Santana," she says seriously.

Santana looks up at Brittany and smiles.

"You too, Britt."

Brittany smiles bashfully. She can feel it happening again. It's another one of those moments that just seem to keep happening recently. Brittany knows that she has feelings for Santana but the connection they have is too important to her to risk losing it.

"Oh I bought a bottle of wine for us to have before we go," Santana suddenly remembers and she quickly walks to the kitchen to pour them each a glass.

…..

With tummies warmed from the wine, they sit comfortably in the cab together on the way to the club.

As they are driving, Brittany sees the entrance to Heat, the club they were meant to be going to.

"Hey Santana, isn't that where we're supposed to be going?"

Santana looks out Brittany's window.

"It is, but we are going in through the back entrance. If I get noticed at the general entrance we won't get any peace for the rest of the night. Once we're in there it's harder for people to tell who you are."

Brittany nods in understanding. "Will Puck and Blaine be able to get in ok?"

"I texted Kurt, their names are on the list now, don't worry about it."

When the cab stops at the back of the building there is a significantly smaller crowd. Santana gets out of the cab and holds her hand out for Brittany to take. Santana strides confidently towards the man on the door, not letting go of Brittany's hand. Santana was really in her element here and knew exactly how to manoeuvre her way through the crowd. She keeps her head down until she gets to the bouncer. He instantly recognises her and allows her to pass. He doesn't question Brittany either once he sees their joined hands. He knows better than to piss off a celebrity.

Once they're inside Brittany pulls Santana back by the hand.

"I thought we only got in here because our names were on some list?"

Santana waves her hand dismissively.

"That's just a courtesy. I could really show up anywhere with anyone and they would let me in."

"Fair enough." Brittany shrugs.

"Now let's go have some fun."

Brittany lets Santana pull her into the crowd.

….

The night had started out slow as Brittany and Santana got themselves drinks and waited in a booth beside the bar for their friends to show up. Kurt, Tina and Adam had shown up first.

Santana made the appropriate introductions and they all got to talking. When Tina, Kurt and Adam were in the middle of a conversation about something Santana couldn't have cared less about she turned to talk to Brittany.

Santana whispered to Brittany that Adam was Kurt's on again, off again boyfriend and that in her opinion really needed to take the hint and get lost. Kurt always felt bad for ending things and hurting Adam so they always seemed to end up back together for a short period of time.

After a while Puck and Blaine arrived. They settled into the group nicely and everyone seemed to be hitting it off; Kurt and Blaine in particular.

"Maybe this will finally be the end of Adam," Santana whispered into Brittany's ear.

Brittany took a sip of her drink and tried not to blush at the feeling of Santana's lips against her ear.

"I'm gonna go get another drink, want anything Britt?" Santana asks as she stands up.

"An appletini please," Brittany answers politely.

"Sure thing," Santana winks.

"Hey Santana, wait up I'll help you with those," Puck pipes up and dashes off to follow Santana.

Brittany can see Puck and Santana at the bar from where she is sitting in the booth. Even if Brittany didn't know Puck she would know just from looking at him that he was trying to hit on Santana right now. Brittany quickly downs the rest of her drink to calm her nerves. Puck is really starting to irritate her. He had been staring lustily at Santana ever since he had arrived and she didn't like it one bit.

Blaine notices Brittany's steely gaze and follows it to the bar. He puts his hand on her thigh.

"Brittany, chill out. You look like you're about to snap that glass in half."

Brittany places the glass back down on the table.

"Why does he have to hit on every girl that he sees?" Brittany grumbles angrily.

"It's Puck, Brittany. Did you expect anything less to happen?"

"He looks at her like she's a piece of meat!"

"You've been looking at her quite a bit too Brittany," Blaine points out.

"That's not the same," she exclaims, "I look at her like…"

"Like what, Brittany? What's the end of that sentence?" Blaine teases.

"You shut your mouth Blaine Anderson," Brittany says to him as she gives him a withering stare. "I'm gonna go dance, you coming?"

"But Santana just went to get you a drink!"

"Yeah, well, she doesn't look like she is going to be back anytime soon." Brittany glances at the bar again and they're still there chatting away. Santana seems to be laughing at something Puck has said and has placed her hand on his arm. Brittany seethes. "Are you coming or not?"

Blaine looks from Kurt to Brittany.

"Save me a dance for later ok? I'm gonna stay here with Kurt," Blaine says apologetically.

Brittany turns and heads straight for the centre of the dance floor. This place is so big that she could easily lose Santana for the rest of the night but that doesn't seem to bother her right now. Brittany allows herself to get lost in the music. Dancing was always the one thing that came naturally to her in life. Not pursuing it was also her greatest regret but realistically she wouldn't trade her place at the station for anything in the world.

A couple guys try to dance with her but she makes it clear that to them that she was having none of it. After a while a cute girl starts to dance with her. She's smaller than her, like Santana. This girl also has dark hair like Santana but it doesn't look as soft. As they dance closer together Brittany looks into her eyes but they aren't the right shade. This was never going to work; Santana was all she could think about.

She steps back from the girl and mouths an I'm sorry at her and turns to go to the bar.

Once there, Puck and Santana are nowhere to be seen. Brittany's heart deflates. They were probably off dancing together somewhere. She bets that Santana is a sexy dancer too. Stupid Puck and his way with the ladies. Brittany orders a drink and necks it pretty quickly. She has a feeling this night is going to end painfully, emotionally wise, and she wants to dull her feelings as much as possible.

She should have just told Puck to back off. He was a good enough friend that he probably would have.

Suddenly Santana appears at her side, without Puck.

"Where's Puck," she asks sourly.

Santana doesn't seem phased by Brittany's tone.

"I finally managed to shake him. That guy really doesn't take no for an answer. I basically told him straight out that I wasn't interested and he said something crazy along the lines of, "All chicks dig the Puckosaurus," I mean, what even is that?" Santana looks at Brittany waiting for her to enlighten her.

Brittany's mood instantly shifts. Santana wasn't interested in Puck and as soon as she could get rid of him she had come to her.

"That's just Puck, I'll tell him to back off if you want."

"Yes, please!" Santana exclaims, "And you, Brittany! Where do you get off not telling me that you can dance like that?!"

"Oh, you saw me?" Brittany shrugs.

"Yes, I saw you! You're amazing. I could hardly keep my eyes off you. If it weren't for Puck I would have been straight out there to join you."

Brittany scrutinises Santana. She seems rather hyper but has a glazed look to her eyes but she isn't slurring her words yet or anything. She wonders how many drinks Puck has bought her. Brittany can't really say much though, she can't even remember how much she has had at this stage.

"Now are you going to keep those dance moves to yourself or are you going to dance with me?" Santana asks cheekily and wiggles her hips.

Brittany perks up and nods her head. Santana drags Brittany by the hand out onto the dance floor.

Santana turns around to face Brittany and they fall into an easy rhythm. Brittany cannot tear her eyes away from the way that Santana is swaying her hips.

"You're pretty good at this," Brittany shouts.

Santana shakes her head to let Brittany know that she can't hear a thing that she just said. Santana is so glad to finally get to spend some time with Brittany. Puck was really starting to bother her. She tried to make him take the hint by constantly asking questions about Brittany. It had been when he was droning on about one thing or another that she had looked over to the dance floor and seen Brittany. From that point on she hadn't heard a word that Puck had said. All she wanted was to be out there with her. Santana couldn't even deny to herself that it had been jealousy that she had felt when Brittany was approached by those guys. It took even more willpower for her to not go storming over and claiming Brittany as her own when that girl had shown up. For some reason Santana didn't feel threatened by the guys but she wanted to let that girl know that Brittany wasn't available.

That was thing that bothered Santana the most; Brittany was available and could have anyone she wanted. Santana may not have been with a girl before but she knew what this feeling was. She had a crush on Brittany and a big one at that. Now she just had to let Brittany know that she liked her and hopefully Brittany would feel the same way.

Brittany leaned in closer to Santana.

"You're pretty good at this." Santana hears whispered into her ear. Santana knows she can dance and had been planning on using it to get Brittany's attention all night.

Someone dancing behind Brittany bumps into her and she ends up pressed right up against Santana. Brittany goes to step back but feels a grip on her waist preventing her. Santana had caught her when she had fallen forward and had no intention of letting go. Santana slowly turns in front of Brittany while holding eye contact for as long as possible. The beat has gotten heavier and more sensual and Santana starts to press back against Brittany's front. Brittany gets the message and sways her hips in time with Santana's. Brittany brings her hands to Santana's waist. Santana turns her head and smiles at Brittany. Her head is just above Santana's shoulder. Santana tilts her head up and Brittany can feel her breath on her neck. Santana raises her hands up and tangles them in Brittany's hair. Brittany tightens her hold on Santana and moves her hands up and down her sides. Santana sighs at the pressure she is applying. Santana goes to say something to Brittany but ends up brushing her lips along Brittany's neck. They both jolt at the contact and stare at each other. Santana turns around and rests her hands on Brittany's shoulders. A look of uncertainty appears on Santana's face. She is unsure of what to do next. Brittany searches Santana's eyes for the answer to the question they both seem to be asking themselves. Her eyes were the darkest shade of blue Santana had ever seen.

They break apart when Kurt appears beside Santana.

"Have you seen Blaine?"

They are broken out of their trance.

"Yeah I saw him," Santana confirms.

"I'm just gonna go to the bathroom," Brittany cuts in as Santana begins explaining to Kurt where she saw Blaine last.

In the bathroom Brittany grasps onto either side of the sink and looks at her reflection in the mirror. Brittany can tell from her eyes that she has had too much to drink. She can't let herself get like that around Santana. Brittany straightens out her dress and turns to leave when Santana walks through the door.

"Are you ok?" she asks Brittany gently.

Brittany nods. Santana knows she should keep her distance but she can't seem to help it.

"You're an amazing dancer," she says as she takes a step forward. Santana knew what she wanted to do but she didn't know if she should. With five steps she would be right in front of Brittany and she was pretty sure that if she got that close to her again she wouldn't be able to stop herself from kissing her.

Santana's feet were guiding her towards Brittany. It was out of her control at this point. Santana stops when she is right in front of Brittany. Reaching her hand out she links their fingers together. Her nerves are failing her now though and she doesn't know if she'll be able to make that final move. All it would take would be for her to stand up on her tiptoes and bring their lips together. She knew it was what she wanted but she had never done this before. She wished Brittany would just lean down and kiss her and take the lead. Couldn't she see how nervous she was?

Brittany knows what's going to happen and from the looks of things Santana is more than willing to initiate it. She reaches her hand out that isn't linked with Santana's and places it on her lower back. She presses on it slightly to pull Santana forward. There is no space left between them and Santana is staring at Brittany's lips waiting for her to lean in. Santana closes her eyes when she feels the gap between them closing.

"Oh my god! It's Santana Lopez!" a shrill scream comes from the doorway behind them.

Santana jumps away from Brittany with a fright and turns around. A group of girls rush forward and start thrusting pens and paper at her for her to sign. Brittany stands awkwardly behind Santana as she greets the girls and answers their questions. None of them seem to have noticed what they walked in on. Santana sends Brittany an apologetic glance, begging her not to leave.

Word of Santana's presence seems to have spread though as the crowd around her gets bigger and bigger.

"Wanna get out of here?" Santana calls to Brittany who is standing supportively behind her.

Brittany immediately goes into protection mode and begins to make a path through the crowd with a tight grip on Santana's hand.

It takes a while but they eventually cut their way through the crowd and make it outside and into a cab. The ride home is slightly tense. Santana is still clutching onto Brittany's hand but Brittany is starting to sober up and is realising how close she came to wrecking everything between them tonight.

Once inside Brittany is determined to get to bed quickly with as little interaction with Santana as possible. Brittany almost has her bedroom door closed behind her when Santana calls her back. Brittany steps back out into the hallway and faces Santana.

"I just wanted to say thank you for tonight, I had a lot of fun with you."

"I had a lot of fun too, goodnight Santana." Brittany goes to give Santana a friendly hug but Santana has other ideas.

Once Brittany has her arms around Santana for a hug Santana snakes her arms around Brittany's neck and guides her face down to her own, bringing their lips together.

Santana presses her lips to Brittany's. Her soft lips fit perfectly against her own. Santana's stomach erupts with butterflies but she doesn't push it. She leaves it as a lingering kiss on the lips and steps back. She can't even look Brittany in the eye when she mutters, "Goodnight," and turns and walks into her bedroom, closing the door behind her.

Brittany's fingers go to her lips. She has never felt like this after a kiss before. She knows there is no going back now, she's had a taste of this girl and she'll be damned if she is going to give it up.

All Brittany can hope for is that things won't be awkward in the morning.

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Bit of a cliffhanger, sorry/not sorry :P I hope you liked it :) -Aisling.