a/n - To say that I am shocked and amazed by the overwhelming response to this story would so not cover me feelings! Thank you so much for all the faves, reviews, views and alerts. It really made my day. Especially since today royally sucked! This chapter might be a bit shorter than the rest, but i didn't want to jumble the next two chapters into one. I hope you like.

a/n 2 - Thanks to my loyal bestie and confidant, lyleerose! Check out her story Meant to be! It's awesome! Here's also wishing that the new rumors are true that B!ram break up in "Diva" and our girls get back together sooooooooon!

a/n - BTW, how bout that Superbowl...but I think the M&M's commercial, Beyonce, the Beyonce Powerout, and Landslide just about did it for me! Leave it to the best fandom in the world to Connect the Heya/Brittana dots! Loved it!

Disclaimer - I don't own Glee, never want to!

Part 6

Brittany POV

Finally! After what seemed like days, the elevator doors opened to the 8th floor. Kurt asks me if I'm okay, heading off to his desk only after I've told him I'm fine. Which, of course, I wasn't but I didn't want him to feel worse than he already was. I start to get off the elevator when I feel eyes burning a hole in the back of my head. I turn around to find Santana looking a bit sheepishly at me.

"Maybe I should help you get your gear to your desk? If you need?" Santana asked sincerely.

"That w-would be n-nice, thanks. I do still feel a bit uneasy." I said back to her.

"That's my office and desk, just over there in the corner." as I pointed to the corner of the office space.

"Should I just put everything on your desk or on the floor?" she asked me.

"On the floor is good. Thanks again. I appreciate everything you've done to help. I don't know how I'd even think to repay you." I looked back at her and Kurt looked at me and smiled.

"Here is my card. It has all my contacts. When you get back from your visit with your family, maybe we can have a drink or lunch sometime?" Santana said, taking out her pocketbook and handing me her business card while blushing at the same time.

"I'd like that. I will do that when I get back." as I took her card and read it, then looked up at her and smiled shyly.

I put her card in my pocketbook and in turn, handed her one of my cards.

"Here is my card. Same as yours, it has all my contacts on it. If you like you can text or call anytime, even when I'm away if you'd like." I said to her with a shy grin.

"I just might do that. I'm glad you're feeling better. Let's hope that thing is fixed now." Santana smiled back at me and walked back to the elevator. She winked and got in the elevator and as the doors slowly shut, I could still see her smiling at me and giving me a small wave.

One week later…..

"So, how are things in the lovely Pittsburgh?" Kurt asked me.

"My Aunt D seems to be doing much better. They brought her out of the coma and performed surgery on her knee on Friday. Everything is going ahead of schedule." I tried to explain as best as I could.

"When do you think you'll be coming back here? A certain someone has been asking a lot of questions about you." Kurt told me, and I could tell he was smiling.

"Really?" "What was she asking? Where? Wh…" I tried to get out everything at once.

"Whoa!" Kurt interrupted me. "I see her everyday in the elevator at lunch silly."

"She was asking if I'd heard from you, how your mother and family were doing and when you might me coming back." He continued.

"What did you tell her?" I didn't know what else to ask, I was speechless.

"I told her everything that you've told me up until today. She said if I spoke to you that she wished you and your family well."

"She gave me her numbers, should I call or text her? Or just wait until I come home in 1 week? Damn. Kurt, I don't know what to do, I've never been this scatterbrained around or over a woman before." I muttered to him.

"Just give her a call. If you're too nervous for that, just text her thanks for her concern. Maybe things will flow from there." he advised.

"Damn, it's going to take a few drinks just to get the nerve up to do that." I joked to him.

"Yeah, right! You don't drink unless your out. Just do it scaredy cat! What's the worst that could happen. She's the one that gave you her card with her numbers first." he reminded me.

"You're right. Maybe when I get my nerve up I will." I lied back to him.

"No you won't. You're too chicken. You'll wait until you get home and see her in the elevator." Kurt laughed back over the phone.

After Kurt and I hung up, I grabbed a glass and a bottle of my favorite wine for some liquid encouragement. Then I took out my phone, grabbed a certain business card I had been playing with all week and dialed the number recently saved onto my favorites on my phone.

Just wanted 2 thk u for ur well wishes 2 Kurt. Aunt n fam doing better. I'll b back in a wk - Britt

I didn't know what else to put. I know it sounds almost generic, but it took be almost 3 hours since talking to Kurt to get up the nerve to finally decide to text and send it. I went about my daily routine of making breakfast for everyone, visiting my Aunt at the hospital and returning to take care of the pets and house.

Glad 2 hear ur Aunt is doing better nxt wk can't come soon enuff - San ;) *blush*

Thts a good thing, right? - Britt

If u want it 2 b - S ;p

I think I like that. Gives me something 2 look 4ward 2 - B ;D

So…what's up 4 the day w/u? - S

Hosp visits, etc. U? - B

SSDD! Not looking 4ward 2 my lonely elevator trips! - S ;(

Y's that? - B ;/

A certain blonde wont b there - S ;(

Soon - B *blush*

Not soon enuff. Not sure y, but ur very ez 2 talk 2 B - S ;)

I feel the same - B xoxo

Answer ur phone - S xoxo

HUH? - B

I was startled out of my chair when my phone rang.

"Ehrmm, hello?" I said hesitantly as I answered my phone.

"Hey. I hope you don't mind, but my thumbs were starting to cramp." Santana chuckled.

"So, your going to be back in a week huh?" she asked.

"Yeah, I am kind of looking forward to coming back. I mean, I love my family and coming back here, but I miss my house and my own bed and Lucky!" I said.

"Lucky?" she asks.

"Oh, yeah…my cat. He gets very possessive and cranky when I leave for any length of time." I joke back. I hear her laughing with me. Damn, what a sexy laugh.

"Hey Britt, I was kind of wondering, if maybe when you get back if you wanted to go out for dinner or something?" the Latina shyly asks.

"Are you asking me out on a date?" I coyly reply.

"I don't know, do you want it to be a date." She replies coyly.

"I'm not sure. I'm mean, I would like it to be but if you don't want it...Yes! Yes I do want it to be." I finally said, smacking myself in the forehead for being a certifiable bonehead.

"Well, if you put it like that. I suppose I am." I could hear the Latina smile through the phone.

"I don't know, maybe." I playfully reply.

"Are you going to make me beg?" she pleads.

"That would be interesting to hear." I chuckle, "But no…I'd love to have dinner with you." I say back, hoping not to sound to eager.

After we finally settled on a date and time, we talked for another 3 hours. It was so easy talking to Santana, like I'd known her my entire life. This was a new feeling for me. I didn't quite understand it, but I knew I wanted to see her and find out what all these feelings meant. When we ended our marathon call, I couldn't wipe the smile from my face the rest of the afternoon. Even my family noticed my good mood.