Author's note: I would just like to say how sorry I am for keeping you all waiting. I received such a great response to the last chapter but life just got in the way as it tends to do and kept me from writing. I would also like to let you know that I am by no means giving up on this story, this was just an unfortunately long break between chapters and I promise to try my very hardest not to let it happen again :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee.

Chapter 6

Santana groans as she wakes to the midday sun streaming in through the gap in the curtains. The pounding in her head and pain behind her eyes quickly make her slam her eyes shut again. She scrunches her nose up and rubs her temple trying to distract herself from the pain. She rolls over and shoves her face back into her pillow, sighing with defeat because she knew that this hangover wasn't going away any time soon.

As Santana tries to clear her head flashes of the night before streak across her mind. The club…she remembered the club and dancing with Brittany, a lot. She remembered how good it had felt to have Brittany pressed up against her as they danced. They had been in their own world, at least until Kurt had interrupted them causing Brittany to scarper off to the bathroom. Santana knew that they would have kissed had it not been for the fans.

However, Santana cannot help but be a little relieved that nothing happened in the bathroom. Considering her track record she probably would have tried to drag Brittany into one of the stalls so that she could have her way with her but now that her head was clear she knew she didn't want it to happen that way. She wanted any kind of relationship between her and Brittany to mean something and she didn't want Brittany to think that she was just drunkenly experimenting with a girl.

Santana struggles to remember how they got home so quickly. One minute they had been in the bathroom and the next Brittany had gone all military on her and they were home in a flash. Alright, maybe the alcohol made it seem faster but she knew that the way that Brittany had taken charge like that and wanted to protect her was insanely attractive.

The next thing Santana remembers is kissing Brittany goodnight…on the lips. Santana's eyes flick open in shock and her hand covers her mouth as she gasps. She didn't do that did she? That had to have been a figment of her imagination. There was no way that she would have had the courage to kiss Brittany like that. Then it slowly came back to her. Brittany had been adamant to go to bed as soon as they got home. She hardly even looked at Santana at all. Then Santana went and forced herself on her. It turned Santana's stomach. Poor Brittany! Santana had given her no warning or anything she had just kissed her.

"Oh God!" Santana moaned as she covered her face with her hands. How was she going to talk to Brittany this morning? She had kissed her and then left without giving any kind of explanation. What must Brittany think of her?

It struck Santana that Brittany did not try to kiss her back. Santana had waited a moment to see if Brittany would reciprocate and she had gotten nothing. Santana had been so sure that Brittany had wanted to kiss her too but surely she would have kissed her back if she had had any feelings for her at all. Brittany didn't even try and stop her from walking away. Santana's heart clenches. She had been reading the signs all wrong, Brittany didn't want her.

What was Santana expecting? That Brittany would kiss her back and that they would start dating and fall madly in love with each other? Santana tries to convince herself that that isn't exactly what she wants to happen.

As Santana continues to struggle with all these thoughts about Brittany her mind eventually turns to her label. How could she have forgotten about the label? How could she have been so reckless? If she had kissed Brittany in the bathroom at the club anybody could have seen them! If Will got wind of it she knew that he would be hot on her heels demanding to know what the hell was going on. There would have been articles in all the newspapers about how she had gotten a little too drunk and she was just fooling around with a friend. Then, of course, they would find her a new guy to date for a while until the rumours went away.

Santana found herself wondering whether or not she really cared. The label treated her like crap anyway and she hated Will's guts. In her mind what she felt for Brittany was more important than all that. Although, what did it matter really? Brittany had made it clear that she didn't want her.

The pain in her head is excruciating and she resigns herself to the fact that she is going to have to get out of bed to get something to relieve the pain. Santana sits up and reaches for her phone on her bedside table. She frowns when she sees a glass of water and two painkillers beside her phone. Santana's heart swells at Brittany's thoughtfulness. Even after what she had done Brittany still cared for her enough to look after her. It made the tight feeling in Santana's chest even worse because now she knew that it could only ever be platonic love between them.

Brittany is making breakfast when Santana makes her way into the kitchen. Santana wonders whether Brittany will bring up the events of last night. She doesn't want to force Brittany to talk about it but she wants to make sure that Brittany knows that she remembers.

"How did you sleep?" Brittany asks as Santana moves off to the side of the kitchen to look out of the window at the city.

"I remember what happened, Brittany," Santana says calmly as she turns around, building up the nerve to have this conversation, "you don't have to avoid it, we both know it happened."

Brittany somewhat stiffly wipes her hands on the towel she had been using to clean the counter as she considers how she wants to respond. Brittany had a point to make but she wasn't sure what the best way was to go about explaining it.

"I was kind of hoping that you had forgotten about that." Brittany starts cautiously, not quite sure how to continue.

Santana's heart instantly seizes and she tries to remain expressionless as the hope that she didn't even know she was harbouring inside her dies. Santana can almost physically feel the walls reassemble themselves around her heart. How foolish was she to think that Brittany had feelings for her?

Brittany notices a sudden shift in Santana's demeanour as she crosses her arms in front of her chest and wears a stony expression.

"Look Brittany, I didn't mean for it to happen, I was way too drunk and I hope that we can just move past this and both forget it ever happened. I think it would be the best thing for both of us if we are going to continue living together, which is what I want because we get along so well." Santana tries to keep her tone even as she tells one of the biggest lies she has ever told to the one person she now cares most about.

Brittany nods along enthusiastically, pretending to be in agreement. When Santana had been the one to bring it up she had been certain that Santana was going to reveal that she had feelings for her. It seemed like the logical next step after she had kissed her. Yet here she was informing her of the exact opposite, that it hadn't meant anything and that she didn't want it to happen again.

"Alrighty then, we are on the same page! That's great." Brittany then briskly picked up the plate of food she had made for Santana and carried it around to the picnic table.

"I was going to bring you breakfast in bed but you woke up too soon!" Brittany gestures at the food she placed on the table, encouraging Santana to sit down and eat.

Santana is stunned into silence at Brittany's enthusiasm. She had been sure that Brittany would want to discuss in length how they couldn't let what happened last night happen again. She even went so far as to think that Brittany might consider telling her to move out.

"You didn't have to do that." Santana stutters as she walks over to the table and sits down.

Santana watches puzzled as Brittany doesn't get her own food and sit down beside her.

"Aren't you going to join me?" Santana asks as she watches Brittany take her jacket off the coat rack and put it on.

"I forgot that I have somewhere to be." Brittany explains hastily.

"Well give me ten minutes and I'll get dressed and come with you." Santana goes to get up from the table.

"No! No, really, it's fine. It's nothing interesting. You stay here and enjoy your breakfast. I'll be back later." Brittany leaves the apartment like a whirlwind and Santana is left there literally gaping at the door.

….

Brittany parks outside The Jolly Rancher and makes her way inside. Sitting at the counter she waits for her mom to come out from the kitchen.

Susan finds Brittany leaning on the counter with her head in her hands; she whips up a chocolate milkshake and places it in front of Brittany because she knows that they always put her back in a good mood no matter what is troubling her.

Brittany doesn't even look at the milkshake before she slides it away from her. Susan raises her eyebrows in surprise. Brittany had never turned down one of her chocolate milkshakes before.

"What's up buttercup?" Susan asks Brittany as she strokes her long blonde hair.

Brittany mumbles something under her breath that Susan cannot quite make out.

"What was that honey?" Susan gently tugs on Brittany's hands to get her to raise her head so she can hear her.

"Santana kissed me," Brittany states flatly, staring vacantly past her mother.

"Don't get me wrong dear, but I thought that would be something that would make you happy."

"She was drunk," Brittany sighs miserably, "and she told me that we should both just forget about it."

Susan can see Brittany's eyes begin to well with tears.

"Oh honey, I know how upset you must be but this can all be sorted out very easily." Susan reaches out and cups Brittany's cheek in her hand.

"How?" Brittany croaks as she tries to keep her voice from breaking and a tear breaks free and glides down her face.

"Tell her how you feel."

Brittany's eyes harden, she gets down off the stool and moves away from the counter, out of her mom's reach and shakes her head.

"I don't think I can do that. It's not that easy." Brittany opens the door to leave.

"Why not?" Susan calls back desperately.

"Because I'll lose her," Brittany says more to herself than to anyone else as she lets the door swing shut behind her, gets in her car and drives away.

…

Back in the apartment Santana paces back and forth in the living room. Three times she has grabbed her coat and been about to leave the apartment to search for Brittany and each time she has talked herself out of it, telling herself that logic dictates that trying to look for Brittany would be pointless. There are a thousand places she could be in the city and Santana has no idea where she would even begin looking.

And yet the other part of her, the impulsive, the passionate, the slightly crazy part of her is screaming at her to run out that door and search for Brittany until the sun goes down even if she doesn't know where she is. This part of Santana seems to be rearing its head a lot more recently and Santana knows that it's Brittany that is bringing it out in her. It had been stamped out of her in the early stages of her career but Brittany is slowly bringing back the passion that she once had for life.

Santana knows that had the situation been in reverse and she had left the apartment in the state that Brittany had that Brittany wouldn't have hesitated in following her because that's just who she is. Brittany would have found her and made her feel safe and brought her back home.

The final thread that had been holding Santana back snaps and she picks up her coat and her keys from where she had thrown them on the couch and she dashes out of the apartment.

Out on the street Santana hails a cab quickly.

"Where to?" the cab driver asks she hops in the back.

"The Jolly Rancher," Santana doesn't hesitate in saying. It had only come to her to go there when she was asked the question.

When she arrives she is disappointed to see that Brittany isn't sitting at the counter or any of the booths.

Santana sits at the counter anyway and waits for Susan anyway. If anyone were to know where Brittany would be, it would be Susan.

"Hello dear," Susan greets as she comes out of the kitchen.

"Do you know where Brittany is?" Santana asks urgently, forgetting all pleasantries.

Susan gives Santana a sympathetic smile.

"Santana, you know that even if I knew, I wouldn't tell you that."

Santana grips the counter tightly with rage, more at herself than at Susan but she was just so annoyed, and how was she supposed to find Brittany if the only person she could ask for help wouldn't help her?

"Santana, if Brittany wants to be alone then you need to respect that." Santana sighs and nods her head.

"Can you at least tell me what's wrong with her?" Santana begs desperately.

"I'm afraid I can't tell you that either dear," Santana groans in frustration, "but I think you already know what's wrong with her."

"I already told her that I was sorry for kissing her!" Santana cries.

"Maybe that's the problem," Susan says as she walks away and back into the kitchen.

Santana doesn't get the chance to ask her what she means and she rubs her temples with her fingers, there was too much thinking involved in this, especially when she was suffering from a hangover.

Santana leaves the diner and begins to wander aimlessly down the street. It hits her how little she knows about Brittany when she realises that she has no idea where else to look for her. She doesn't know her favourite spots in the city, who she goes to when she's sad and she doesn't have the phone numbers of anyone that she works with.

Brittany is so special to Santana and she knows little to nothing about her. And yet she is fast becoming the most important thing in Santana's life. Santana goes back over the whole situation in her head and find that she doesn't regret kissing Brittany but that she regrets the way in which she kissed her. She had been drunk and had thrown herself at her to then run away. Nobody wants to be kissed like that. Brittany must have thought that she was messing with her. Santana cringes, she wants Brittany to know how important she is to her, not feel like a drunken mistake.

Santana resigns herself to the fact that she will just have to talk to Brittany whenever she decides to come home but she doesn't want to go home to an empty apartment straight away so she turns into the park that she had stumbled on during her wandering.

Santana avoids the path that guides people around the park; she really doesn't want to be recognised by anybody right now. She weaves her way slowly in and out of the trees that surround her. After a while Santana is almost certain that she must have doubled back on herself but she doesn't see the path anywhere up ahead. Not knowing which way is forward or back she chooses a random direction and sticks to it.

Santana spots a gap in the trees ahead of her and walks towards it. As she walks around a large bush she comes across a pond and there sits a cross-legged Brittany, on the ground, feeding the ducks. The tight feeling that had been in Santana's chest since Brittany had left the apartment dissolves and she slowly makes her way over to Brittany who is sitting with her back to her.

"Hey B," Santana says tentatively.

Brittany is startled at first but doesn't move from her spot on the ground. There is a deep sadness to Brittany's eyes that makes Santana want to wrap her up in her arms until she smiles and goes back to being her usual bubbly self. Santana guesses that Brittany isn't planning on saying anything so she just sits down beside her.

"Can we talk about last night?" Santana asks as she starts lining up the pebbles on the ground in front of her.

"Didn't we do this already?" Brittany says with a bite in her tone.

"Yes," Santana admits, "but it obviously didn't solve anything. Look at us B. I feel like you know me better than anyone else in the world and it has only been a week, and when you left that earlier I didn't know what to do without you, you're…you're my person," Santana shakes her head, "I know it's stupid but you've been there for me more in the past week than anyone has my whole life."

Brittany shakes her head, "It's not stupid. Never call yourself stupid, you're the smartest person I know."

"Brittany, I lied about what I said earlier."

Brittany really looks at Santana for the first time since she sat down and she can instantly tell that she's struggling with something.

"I knew what I was doing when I kissed you. I…I wanted to kiss you. I only said what I did because you said you were hoping that I had forgotten about it. I can do that for you though, if that's what you want." Santana refuses to look at Brittany right now. She fears the rejection she will see in her eyes. "I have one condition though," Santana continues, "tell me, honestly, why you wanted me to forget that kiss. Just tell me and I'll let it go."

Santana finally looks up at Brittany. She has a conflicted look on her face and stares into Santana's eyes searchingly. Brittany decides to just go for it. What does she have to lose? Santana had already said that she had wanted to kiss her.

"I wanted you to forget about the kiss because I didn't want your memory of our first kiss to be a drunken mess. I wanted to kiss you too but I wanted it to happen while we were sober, when we would both be aware of what we were doing."

Santana's heart drops. Brittany had wanted to kiss her too but tried to have the sense to make it special.

"Is that why you didn't kiss me back?"

Brittany nods seriously.

"I didn't kiss you back so that the first time that I kissed you it could be amazing and we would both remember it that way."

Santana's eyes widen at Brittany's words and her heart flutters when she realises just how close Brittany is sitting next to her. Brittany's body is turned towards her and her head is slightly tilted to one side as she starts to lean in towards Santana.

Brittany's nose gently brushes Santana's as it glides past and Santana catches a flash of blue from Brittany's eyes before her own eyes flutter shut when she feels Brittany's warm breath on her face. Santana can understand now why Brittany wanted to wait, she hasn't even kissed her yet and her senses are becoming overwhelmed. She hadn't been able to appreciate the feel of Brittany's lips before, let alone remember it. Santana knows it happened but she cannot savour what it felt like. This time Santana is determined to get it right and she tilts her head a little just as Brittany's lips come into contact with her own.

At first it is a ghost of a touch and Santana sighs against Brittany's lips because of how soft they are and her lips begin to tingle. Brittany then slides her hands up to cup either side of Santana's face to reattach their lips and them firmly together. Brittany tries not to lose herself as she captures Santana's bottom lip between her own. The tension that had been building up inside of Brittany is relieved when she doesn't feel Santana pulling away from her. Brittany sucks gently on Santana's lip and now that she is certain that she won't pull away, moves one hand down to wrap around Santana's waist and the other up into her thick mane of hair.

Santana feels her neck burn as Brittany's hand moves to her hair and allows herself to wrap her arms around Brittany's neck and pull her closer. They trade brief, open-mouthed kisses even though they both want more. Brittany is afraid to push Santana too far but Santana takes the initiative and sweeps her tongue along Brittany's bottom lip. Brittany's breath hitches and is more than willing to reciprocate Santana's intentions. Brittany slips her tongue into Santana's mouth and almost moans at the velvet heat that she encounters.

Santana sucks gently on Brittany's tongue and feels her head getting dizzy as she tasted her for the first time. Santana cannot remember the last time a kiss has made her feel this much and somewhere in the back of her mind she knows she has never felt this way and instinct tells her that only Brittany could evoke this kind of reaction within her.

Santana cannot help but pull Brittany closer by tugging at her jacket and deepening the kiss even more. The eventual lack of oxygen is the only thing that makes Brittany draw back from Santana. Brittany's chest is heaving and there is a noticeable flush to Santana's cheeks. Brittany is slightly embarrassed that she let herself get so carried away but when she is with Santana she feels everything so intensely that she has little to no command of her body. Their breathing slowly evens out as Brittany untangles her hand from Santana's hair and Santana moves her hands to Brittany's shoulders, gently brushing her thumbs back and forth along Brittany's exposed collarbone that Santana has a sudden urge to kiss but feels that now is not the time for that.

Brittany eventually breaks the silence by saying, "I was thinking of something more like that."

"What?" Santana asks as she tries to gather her thoughts that seem to have fled her mind.

"For our first kiss," Brittany states, "I was thinking of something more like that."

"Well then it has officially been rewritten," Santana says as she smiles and leans in to give Brittany a peck on the lips. "Hmm, I could get used to this," Santana hums and licks her lips. Brittany blushes and Santana laughs at how a peck on the lips can make Brittany blush even after the heated make out session they had just shared.

"Let's go home." Brittany sighs contentedly and they walk home side by side, brimming with excitement at the new potential their relationship holds.

…

Back in the apartment Brittany isn't really sure what to do with herself. She settles for making some food for the two of them but while she cooks her mind is whirring with questions. They hadn't really clarified anything from the kiss other than that they had feelings for each other. Brittany could feel Santana staring at her back as she moves about the kitchen from behind a magazine she was pretending to read. This doesn't help Brittany's concentration at all what so ever.

Brittany isn't stupid but she needs to know where she stands with people and she can't stand having all these feelings for Santana without being able to talk to her about it.

As Brittany goes to plate up the omelettes that she had made she calls over her shoulder to Santana, "Hey San? Do you think we could talk for a minute?"

Just as she finishes asking the question she feels a pair of strong, toned arms hug around her waist and Santana's body presses up against her back. Brittany shudders at the sudden yet familiar contact. Santana rises up on her tiptoes and stretches up to rest her chin on Brittany's shoulder while whispering in her ear, "Talk about what Britt?"

Brittany's mind becomes hazy as Santana inhales deeply right beside her neck. Brittany attempts to appear nonchalant as she arranges the food on the plates.

"Just about this, us, what we are."

Santana's hold on Brittany's waist tightens for a second before she gently starts to caress Brittany's stomach.

"What about us, Britt?" Santana asks coyly.

"Is this…are you…are we dating or gir…"

Brittany gets cut off when Santana spins her around and places a finger to her lips.

"Don't worry so much," Santana urges. Brittany finds it hard to take this advice from Santana when it is evident that Santana herself is worried. Brittany can tell by the crease in her forehead and the way her smile doesn't reach her eyes.

Santana can tell that Brittany is about to protest so she continues, "Listen, I just don't want to put a label on what we are too soon. I've done that before in the past and it adds unnecessary pressure to the relationship. This is all new for me, not just the fact that you're a girl but the feelings that I have for you are nothing like anything I've ever experienced before. Let's just see how things go." Santana looks into Brittany's eyes imploringly.

Santana's confession warms Brittany's heart and she nods in agreement, she is just glad to know that they are something and that whatever this something is, it is likely to develop.

After they eat their omelettes Santana moves onto the couch and gestures to the space beside her for Brittany to sit down. Santana is slightly hurt when Brittany doesn't follow suit and sit beside her. Brittany put their plates in the sink and got a glass of water. Santana knows that Brittany normally doesn't mind if things like dishes get put off for a while. She begins to worry that maybe things are still a bit unsettled between them. Santana gets up and follows her into the kitchen and stands against the counter on the far side of the room.

"Do you want to watch T.V with me B?" Santana asks gently.

Brittany spins around startled, having not heard Santana come in. Santana smirks as Brittany's eyes widen comically. Brittany starts to run her fingers along the grooves in the counter and stares at her hands. Brittany tilts her head to the side and gives Santana a sideways glance.

"I thought, maybe, we could watch a movie together," Brittany suggests.

"Well yeah B, come on, let's go pick something." Santana chirps happily although she doesn't know why Brittany is acting so strange about a movie. Santana goes to turn back into the living room when she feels Brittany place her hand on top of her own on the counter.

Santana's eyes flutter and her heart rate picks up as Brittany plays with her fingers.

"I was actually thinking we could watch it in my room," Brittany murmurs, refusing to take her eyes off Santana's hand, which she has found is impossibly soft and never really wants to let go of.

"But Britt, you don't have a couch in your room," Santana points out innocently.

Brittany is surprised that Santana didn't put two and two together straight away and quirks an eyebrow at her and sends her a cheeky grin.

Santana's eyebrows raise and she berates herself for not catching on immediately. The thought of ending up in Brittany's bed together is a dream come true but Santana also can't help but wonder why Brittany wants them to watch it in bed so much. While the thought of sleeping with Brittany definitely excites her, she knows that it isn't something that she is ready for and she doesn't want Brittany to think that they are going to just hop into bed together.

"Hmm Britt I would love to but do you really think that we should…" Santana trails off, not quite sure how to finish the sentence, "I mean we only just…"

Brittany blushes when she realises what Santana thought she was insinuating.

"Oh no, San, I didn't mean that! It's just my back is really sore and that couch doesn't do much to help it and I thought we'd be much comfier in bed."

Santana smiles as Brittany rushes out her words in order to reassure her.

"Well then lead the way!" Santana says as she interlocks their fingers. "But why is your back sore Britt-Britt?"

Brittany can't help but smile at the nickname Santana used for her. No one had called her that before and she had to admit that it was her favourite.

"I just get aches in my muscles sometimes. I was in an accident when I was younger but there is still residual pain every once in a while." Brittany doesn't want Santana to think that she's weak but she knows it's something she'll have to talk about eventually, even if she isn't ready to discuss it fully now.

"Are you ok?" Santana asks worriedly.

"Yeah, don't worry; it could have been much worse, I'm lucky really."

"Do you want to talk about it?" Santana squeezes Brittany's hand, letting her know she is there for her.

"Not right now, let's just watch a movie ok?" Brittany asks as she starts to lead Santana out of the kitchen by the hand.

…

Santana settles in and curls up on the right hand side of Brittany's bed as Brittany flicks through her DVD collection.

"What kind of movies do you like?" Brittany asks as she considers each movie seriously.

"I kinda like everything to be honest, surprise me."

"Ooh I like a challenge," Brittany giggles. "Ok, I'll pick two and then you can choose between them, how does that sound?"

"Perfect," Santana sighs as she admires Brittany in her pyjama shorts and tank top. Those legs really did go on forever.

Brittany seems to have come to a decision as she bounds across the room with two DVDs in hand and bounces onto the bed to pop herself down beside Santana.

Santana laughs at Brittany's excitement and enthusiasm. Brittany's eyes flicker from Santana to the DVDs as she waits for her to make a decision.

"B, you've given me a very difficult decision to make!" Santana cries.

Santana looks back down to the DVDs placed in front of her. Monsters Inc lay in her left hand; it was a classic and really was one of her favourites. Despicable Me lay in her right hand and while admittedly, she had never seen it before, it had been something she had really wanted to see when it came out but her life was too crazy at the time because she was touring.

"Well I've never seen this so Despicable Me it is!" Santana decided as she handed Brittany the DVD.

"Excellent choice!" Brittany grins and dashes off to put the DVD on.

…

They are three quarters of the way through the movie and Brittany is fighting off sleep, she didn't even realise how tired she was until she had cuddled up beside Santana. Then again it may also have been that Santana's scent was intoxicating and was lulling her off into a slumber.

Santana on the other hand was wide awake and alert as she hung off every word the characters said. Santana had decided that she was going to have to become an evil scientist so that she could make her own minions.

Brittany shifted beside her and her hand that had been innocently placed on Santana's tummy slipped under her top to find the warmth of her skin. Santana didn't really mind, they were extremely comfortable together and as soon as Brittany had put the DVD on there had been virtually no space between them but she couldn't very well concentrate on the rest of the movie with Brittany's hand under her top even if it was only on her waist.

Santana was about to tell Brittany as much when she noticed that the blonde's eyes were closed and she was inhaling deeply. Santana's expression softened at the sight, there was no way that she was moving her now that would just be cruel.

Santana reaches over and picks up the remote from the bed side table. She pauses the movie and turns the T.V off. She will definitely be watching the rest of it in the morning but for now she is happy to settle down in the bed and wrap her arm around Brittany's shoulders.

She presses a kiss to Brittany's forehead and closes her eyes to let sleep take her. The last thing she hears is Brittany's gentle breathing before she drifts off to sleep certain to have pleasant dreams of a certain blue eyed blonde.

…..

Thank you so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed it! Things will start to pick up between them now and I shall be introducing more characters. I'm thinking of having an eventual side of Faberry but I'm not sure how much attention I will give to it. Feel free to share your opinion :) Aisling xx