A/N Sorry for the wait on the update. I'm working on a Klaine fanfic as requested from a good friend of mine. And after a brief writers block I'm here =]. Once again thanks for the followers and if you have any ideas you want in the fic PM, Review, or find me on Twitter (BigGayBecky) I'll be happy to include your ideas!

Chapter 4

The drive back to Quinn's house was quiet. Santana was still nervous as to how her date went because she wasn't completely sure herself. She could feel each time Brittany would look over at her and she'd force herself to hide her smile. "So, Brittany, are you staying at my house with us or are you wanting me to take you home?"

"Well my parents aren't home for the weekend so I can stay over if you want." Brittany said as she glanced over at Santana.

Oh god, why is she looking at me again, do I have something on my face? Santana put her hand on her face to check and make sure she didn't have any dried food left on her face. Santana was so caught up in her own thoughts about her date she didn't realize they were home. Man, I'm out of it tonight. Santana was yelling at herself internally for getting so caught up in her thoughts. "So where am I sleeping?" She heard Brittany ask Quinn as they were walking into the house.

What? She's staying here too? Why? Should I stay too? I mean it's not like my parents are going to notice I'm not there, they are probably out working or something anyways. Santana decided she'd text her parents and let them know she was staying at Quinn's for the night. "Well you can't have my room no one sleeps there but me so it looks like you and Santana are sharing the guest room."

Santana glared at Quinn. Really Q? I just went on my first date with the girl and you are making me share a bed with her? I am not in that great of a need to get laid. "That's cool, we need to work on something for that recital my dad is having anyways." Brittany shot a wink towards Santana.

Quinn ushered the girls to the guest room and grabbed Rachel and closed her bedroom door behind her. "Well we know what's on Quinn's mind tonight." Santana giggled nervously.

"Yeah Rachel has talked about it ever since Quinn asked her out."

"Yeah I didn't even know she liked her." Santana glanced over at her clothes she had worn earlier that day to school, laying there with dried up mud.

"What happened to you earlier?" Brittany said noticing the clothes.

"It's nothing. Just the same shit different fucking day."

"Santana, if someone is picking on you, let me know. I don't stand for that shit."

"Brittany Pierce are you saying that you're a closet badass?"

"Not closet. Part of the reason my dad opened a dance studio here is because I'd violated my probation and it was either move or go to Juvi. I said I'd go to Juvi but dad insisted we move away from the people that I had to beat up on a daily basis for picking on my little sister Marley."

"Y-you're on probation?" I can't tell if I'm really turned on or scared shitless.

"Yeah. I kind of beat a kid half to death with brass knuckles for putting his hand on Marley in a place I didn't particularly like."

"Was that before or after you got put on probation?"

"Before."

"What did you do to violate it?"

"The kid tried it again, and so he got the same treatment."

Oh yeah, definitely turned on. Santana stood up and went to the drawer in the guest room. She was at Quinn's so much she left some of her clothes there so she'd not have to worry about bringing a duffel bag with her. She grabbed two pairs of sleep pants and two tank tops. "Here, I'll get changed in the bathroom and you can change in here if you want to," she said tossing a pair to Brittany.

She walked into the bathroom and fell to the floor. She was embarrassed that Brittany had to see her clothes like that. Since the first time she saw the girl in the halls at school, she'd made a silent vow to do what ever it was for her NOT to see that happen or to see that it had happened. As silent tears fell down her face, she heard a knock on the door. "Umm, San, I really have to pee."

Santana drug herself out of the floor and went to the mirror to wash away the remaining make-up. She opened the door and giggled at Brittany doing a pee dance. She walked over to the bed and pulled the covers back for her and Brittany. What do I do now? Cuddle? Sleep on the edge? UGH! Wait does this mean we are dating now? Santana's mind was racing with thoughts and she didn't even notice Brittany had gotten in bed with her. "Be my girlfriend."

Santana turned towards the blonde with wide eyes. "W-what?"

"Be my girlfriend."

To say she was shocked was an understatement. "You want to be seen holding hands, kissing me, and walking me to class everyday?"

"Hell yeah! Ever since the first time I seen you in school, I thought you were gorgeous, no, the most beautiful girl ever. I'd heard about you super gluing that kids hands to his junk and I was like, yes I must have her, but I know what you go through everyday. I've seen it. I want to protect you, love you, show everyone that you're mine and they can't touch you with out proper consequences."

"Alright, I'll be your girlfriend."

"Really?"

"Yes. I've liked you since I first saw you too Brittany. To be honest, I was a little upset that Quinn didn't just tell me I was going on a date with you instead of telling me it was a blind date. I hate them!" Santana yawned.

Brittany pulled Santana closer to her and gave her a kiss on the cheek. Santana smiled and the girls drifted off to sleep.