a/n - Well, here we go again, spoilers, rumors...yada yada yada! I will watch the episode, but only when Santana is singing. Other than that, I still hold fast to not watching until Brittana are back together. I'm trusting Ryan and taking his word that Brittana will get back together in a very special way. I guess it would've been to obvious to get them back together for the "Diva" and Valentine's Day. I'm still trying to have faith. He said they'll be back together, so I'm trusting him. We are the best fandom EVER! BRITTANA IS ENDGAME!

a/n 2 - Thanks to all that reviewed, viewed, faved and alerted. You have all totally made my week! To those that I have promised smut and sexy times to, yes there will be, just not this chapter. That would be too rushed. But trust me, it will happen and soon. We need all the smut and fluff we can get! This chapter is a lead in to more fluff and, yes, very possibly sexy times! So please, be a little more patient with me and you will be rewarded. And again, if there is anything you would like to see happen, I am open to suggestions and take them all seriously. Thanks again.

Disclaimer - I don't own Glee, and obviously, neither does anyone else, otherwise, the fans thoughts and opinions would mean something, like on other shows!

Part 7

Brittany POV

The last week had gone by excruciatingly slow, my Aunt was doing better, the rest of my family was driving me nuts, my brother and mother were blowing up my phone and in all my spare time, I spent talking or texting Santana. Everyday I looked forward to talking to her. I had never had a connection with someone so fast as I have with Santana. Obviously, I know she's into me and I'm into her, but what am I to her, just another date and hook-up or am I someone special. I really hope I'm someone special, because that's how I've started to think of her. I so can't wait to get back to NYC and see if I can get rid of these doubts and find out if what the butterflies in my stomach are telling me is true. I decided to give Kurt a call and let him know my return information. He truly has been a good friend throughout this whole ordeal. I'm glad he's my best friend.

"Hey, Brittany, it's Kurt, what's up?" he said as soon as I picked up the phone.

"Not a whole lot, just wanted to let you know my arrival time next Saturday and to tell you I finally got up the nerve and texted Santana." I bragged.

"Really!? I thought you would've chickened out and just waited until you returned. I am impressed. Did you get a return text?" he asked with a great deal of curiosity.

"Of course. And we have been sending text messages constantly ever since. I have to admit, you were right. I bow before you." I joked with him as he laughed back at my remark.

"I'm always right. Trust me. I know these things. The great Kurt swami has foreseen!" he joked as he boasted his accurate foresight!

"Okay, Okay, I owe you. But you'll have to wait at least a week." I said, delaying his fair payment for always being right.

"Do you have plans to go out yet?" he questioned.

"We have a date, sort of, set for the Saturday after I get back. I said that since you were picking me up on Saturday evening, it wouldn't be fair to make plans until after then." I told him, knowing that that would make his day.

"You sent that many text messages? You might as well have just called and talked on the phone." He stated after the fact.

"Uh, em, well, we did!" I hesitated.

"And?" he pestered for more.

"We had been sending messages back and forth practically all day Friday and finally after about an hour of constant texting, my cell rang with her number displayed. Kurt, I was so nervous, I almost disconnected the call instead of answering." I admitted.

"Well, how long were you on the phone? Come on Britt, your killing me here! You know, with Blaine gone, I live vicariously through you! No spill!" he demanded excitedly.

"OMG! We talked for almost 3 hours. But it felt like we only talked for 1 hour. We probably could have talked all night. I just didn't want hang up the phone. I could listen to her voice forever." I said dreamily.

"Yep! You're hooked!" Kurt said.

"I am not!" I exclaimed.

"Are too!" he countered again.

"Am not!" I kept arguing, knowing I was probably going to lose and have to pay up again, because I was right. As always.

"Britt, you are smitten and hooked! Hook, line and sinker!" he said. "At least the feeling is mutual."

"How do you mean?" I asked curiously.

"Everytime I see her in the elevator, she looks directly at me, says hello and smiles and then I see a little glint in her eye that she has you on her mind." he explained.

"Well, our date next Saturday is going to be clumsy, awkward and hopefully rewarding. And a long time coming." I happily said back to him.

"I'm really happy for you Britt. You two are going to make a fantastically hot looking couple. As well as sweet too. You, deserve it. I can tell that she's into you. Good luck. Couldn't happen to a nicer person." He said, making me feel better about the situation.

"Thanks Kurt, you have no idea how much that means to me." I said honestly.

We talked for another hour about my family and other things and then ended the call. I couldn't wait for the next week to pass for Saturday to get here. I missed my family and I love them, but for the first time in forever, I actually had a big reason to look forward to flying back to NYC.

One week later...

"How was your flight?" Kurt asked me as he helped me with my baggage.

"Nice and smooth!" I answered back to him.

"Great! Are you hungry?" he asked.

"Yes! I'm starved. No meals on flights under 3 hours any longer." I said famished.

"Alright. Dinner is on me then." He said with a little grin.

"I take it you missed me?" I prodded.

"Just a little. Do you know what it's like to work with people that aren't gay with no sense of humor or fashion sense and that are stuffy?! It's torture! And I didn't have a lunch or dinner companion to boot. Yes, I missed you! You can't go away without me ever again!" Kurt scolded me.

"Ok. It's a deal." I agreed.

We got back to my house and Kurt cooked a fantastic meal. We watch a couple of movies and I told him about my 2 weeks in Pittsburgh. My family is doing well and my aunt is progressing so far ahead of the doctor's time frame that they already have her doing more extensive rehab for her knee.

"Are you nervous about Monday?" Kurt looked at me intently and curiously.

"What do you mean? Oh, about seeing Santana after all of our text messaging and talking on the phone while I was away?" I looked at him and smiled.

"Well, yeah. Of course. Aren't you going to feel awkward all week until you finally have your date on Saturday?" he kept inquiring.

"Maybe a little, but it could also get me over the jitters as well. If there aren't as many people in the elevator, I could have a conversation with her or something, you know, break the ice and stuff. I'm sure we'll be talking and text messaging all week up until then." I said back to him matter confidently.

"It's not like I'm not going to say anything to her until Saturday. The ice has pretty much been broken. We just have to take one step at a time until Saturday evening gets here."
"Of course, by then I'll be getting very antsy and probably going crazy." I chuckled.

The first couple days went by pretty uneventful. I would meet Santana and Kurt in the parking garage then we would walk to the elevator and head on to work. Kurt and I stayed in for lunch on Monday and Tuesday, so I wasn't on the elevator when Santana and her co-worker friends went to lunch. I was a little disappointed at that, but we had a lot of things we needed to work on so we could catch up with our project. When it was time for us to leave at the end of the day, we met again on the elevator back down to the parking garage and our vehicles. Sometimes we would talk a bit and other times we were pretty quiet. We would say adieu at our vehicles and then either talk on the phone or text the rest of the evening. Saturday evening could not come soon enough.

Thursday was going the same as the rest of the week had gone but I couldn't focus. My mind was everywhere but work. I told Kurt I had to stay late after work on Friday to have a video conference with a client overseas. That would make for a very long day and totally screw up my sleep schedule.

"Are you ready." Kurt asked me at the end of the day Thursday.

"I suppose. I can't remember if I'm coming or going today. Nothing is going right." I said to him sadly and discouraged.

"Don't worry so much. Your family is well and tomorrow will be here and gone before you know it. Then it will be Saturday and you'll finally have your date." he said trying to cheer me up.

"Ok, let's go." he said and we walk out our office into the hallway and waited for the elevator.

The elevator doors opened up and Kurt and I stepped inside. Santana and I greeted each other and smiled and then I stood next to her and just looked down.

"Are you okay?" the brunette beauty asked me

"No, not really. Just a lot of things running through my brain and I have an intensely long day tomorrow. I didn't feel very productive today, I just totally skitzed." I tried to explain to her.

"Hopefully the evening and fresh air will make you feel better." she said as she tried to improve my state of mind. Then she smiled at me and winked. We both knew that we would be talking on the phone later that evening.

"Shit!" I exclaimed as everyone looked at me.

"What…" Kurt and Santana said almost simultaneously.

"I forgot my bag! It has my iPad and client info on it. Shit! See, totally Brainfried! It has my house keys in it as well. Damn it! I can't believe I left it at my desk. I told you, unfocused and scatterbrained! I have to go back up and get it." I groaned.

As soon as everyone got out of the elevator, Kurt asked me if I wanted him to come with me. I told him no, to go ahead I would be ok. He gave me a curious look, then hugged me and left. I went to depress the 8 button and just before the doors closed, Santana stepped back into the elevator with me. I stared at her with a confused look on my face.

"You didn't have to come back up with me." I told her, surprised but happy.

"No, I didn't. But I didn't want you going back up there alone." she said and smiled.

"But I just told Kurt to leave, I'd be ok." I said guiltily.

"He knows I came back in. He didn't want you to go back up alone either." she said to me with concern.

"Thanks." I said gratefully.

"My pleasure." as she smiled at me. Then she looked at me with those eyes and winked. I just melted.

All of a sudden with a loud bang, a drop and a jerk, the lights flickered and then the elevator stopped!

a/n - I know, no smut yet! But I promise, it's coming. Please be patient.