AUTHORS NOTES: MORE BRITTANA YOU ASK, MORE BRITTANA YOU SHALL GET.

Hi friends! SO here' many of you wanted more Brittana so here you go. This chapter is actually meant to be longer but I want to watch "Blue Is The Warmest Colour" so, I'll just carry on with the "2nd part" of this later.

I promise you that this chapter and the other one will not disappoint and you have my friend HedderDawnn to thank for it!

Sorry for any mistakes!

Let me know what you all think?

DISCLAIMER: AGAIN I DO NOT OWN GLEE OR HUGER GAMES.
-IF I DID, AZIMIO, JACOB BEN ISRAEL AND OLD DOUCHEY KAROVSKY WOULD BE IN THE ARENA WITH BRUTUS. ALSO JOHANNA MASON WOULD BE LIKE SANTANA'S TWIN OR WHATEVER.

Enjoy!

Santana hoped that in returning back home with the Pierce that she'd be allowed to go back to her day to day chores. She was raring to go on her first Monday back. The Latina thought that she wouldn't push her luck trying to convince Benny or Anna to get her to do something so she laid low during the weekends. She helped with the light household errands like setting up the table, washing and cooking which wasn't as nearly as exciting as riding an ill-tempered stallion and picking up Christa after school to go to the "Super-Secret Place". Unfortunately for her, her proposition to go back in helping around the miniscule farm was shot down like game birds by Benny when she approached the man hopefully during breakfast. He gave her a firm no, the sternest and most authoritative he had ever been with Santana, and so the young girl knew to honour his decision.

Santana may be a pain in the ass but she's not an ass.

Haymitch on the other hand is, and he just teased the brunette; pulling faces and sticking his tongue out mockingly when the girl was rejected.

Santana was not happy.

Of course part of the prohibition includes no training with Haymitch.

So, yea Santana was pretty much bored during the day.

It's not like she could sneak off either, although she wasn't allowed to help Benny; the man insisted that she should sit on a stool and watch him and Haymitch move around iron sheets and planks of wood so she doesn't miss a beat when she does return to work. Behind the farmer's friendly and genuine smiles, the brunette knows that Benny was purposely doing this to keep an eye on her.

The only thing which gets her through the day is, knowing she'll get to see a certain blonde, not that she'll ever admit that.

They were still pretty awkward, but at least Santana sleeps to Brittany's sweet and shy "Good night" and wakes to a smile more gorgeous than any sunrise she had ever witness in her life.

It was the Latina's second week back and the indolence was driving her mad. Santana had swept the floor, scrubbed and waxed the floorboards to the extent that people can see their reflection on the once scratched and dusty boards. Anna noticed the young woman's thorough work and couldn't help but feel impressed as well as sorry for Santana.

One time she was surprised to find Santana already making breakfast for the whole household. She was woken up by the sweet warm aroma of the newly backed bread; it played with her senses and teased her grumbling stomach.

It was 4:45am. The roosters were yet to cockle them awake.

Anna's carefully disentangled herself from Christa's tight hold on her. She gently lifted up her daughter's leg off of her own and the tiny arm off her chest. She got up and in her place she exchanged a worn pillow for the child to embrace. She gave the sweet girl a kiss on the forehead and noiselessly exited the bedroom. Barefooted, Anna padded towards the kitchen in her old cotton robe that had moulded itself onto her back nostalgically, as it had many mornings before. It kept her warm as well as refreshingly cool as the wind of dusk blew and the coldness of the floor crept up the face of her foot.

The elder woman turned to follow the cluttering noise in the kitchen. She halted with her steps by the doorframe as she saw the young Latina covered in flour with her dark locks bunched up into a messy bun. The mother watched as the young child before her kept a close eye on the baking bread as well as cooked eggs and ham, sheer concentration on her face. Anna found it endearing as the picture reminded her dotingly of her young self, teaching Brittany how to bake cookies. The mother of three smiled at Santana.

"You know it's not going to bake any faster even if you stare at it, you're only making the bread nervous, dear" she joked in that motherly tone of hers.

Santana turned her head in surprise and blushed when she saw that Anna had caught her silently threatening the baking bread.

"I'm just muttering some encouragements to help it… bake..."

Anna laughed softly "Where's Brittany?" she asked.

"Asleep, coffee Mrs Pierce?" Santana offered as she poured hot water into her own mug.

Anna gave a chuckle at young girl's formality. Until now, Santana still forgets to call her by her first time; despite Anna frequent reminder. "Yes please Santana, Anna would like a cup." The brunette gave her the older woman a sheepish smile as she made her hostess a warm beverage.

Anna muttered thanks and then took a sip of her drink "I hope she's not giving you a tough time. She's been looking after you, right?"

"No, no… She'd been very lovely, I think she's finally warming up to me" Santana half joked.

What? Brittany was really mean to her!

"Britty may seem quite… fitful… at first but she's a sweet girl... She likes you.." Anna slipped in a double entendre, curious to how Santana would respond. She was not oblivious about the underlying pull the two young girls had for each other. Nor was she worried; she actually found the two young girls adorable. It's amusing because it seems that Santana and Brittany are the ones completely oblivious about it. Did Anna have a problem with that? No, she just wants her baby girl to be happy and though it may seem quite sudden to jump into conclusion that Santana and Brittany will pursue a relationship along the waters of romance, she wanted both girls to know that they have her support; all with the expense of knowing Santana's intentions of course. Although Santana is kind a girl, but jaded; Brittany is still Anna's daughter. She doesn't want her baby to end up hurting in the end.

Santana froze at Anna's words "She likes you too…" had she been that blatant in stealing glances of Brittany that the blonde's mother was actually calling her out on it? Surely not! A strange feeling of unease weighed in the pit of her stomach and suddenly the food she was cooking didn't seem as appetising as it did before.

The motherly figure observed the way Santana's shoulders tensed and the way her eyes widened in apprehension but glowed and soften in dismay in half a moment. Although it was a split second, in Santana's vulnerability; Anna sensed no vile sense from the Latina but innocence and naivety of a young woman who had never been in love. Witnessing this, Anna was satisfied for now.

Santana on the other hand felt chills slice on her neck as fear of confrontation spurted up in her. She was not expecting "The talk" with the parents this soon…

Wait, what talk? She's not even with Brittany! She wasn't even friends with her, at least she doesn't think so? Why was she afraid?

The Latina's head was spinning and she thought about how this stress cannot be good for her recovery. However, when she felt Anna's hand rubbed on her shoulders reassuringly; like the ones her own mother used to give her. Santana had never felt so at home.

"Stop worrying dear, you think too much. I'll go ahead and set the plates up." Anna cooed maternally.

Santana downed her still smoking coffee, the nervous being so intense that the scalding liquid simply slid down her frozen throat.

Well that was intense.

Half an hour later, the rest of the household woke up. They exchanged pleasantries and proceeded on consuming their breakfast. When all was finished, Anna took Andre and Christa to the education centre, Benny went out to tend to chickens and Brittany vanished to wash and get dress for the day; it left Haymitch and Santana alone, and this time the hunger games victor knew he had no way of escaping the persistent brunette's demands.

"Haymitch…"

"Oh Santana. Not now… Let me enjoy my coffee in peace, please…"

"You've finished your coffee ten minutes ago, you're now enjoying a mug of water" Santana took the mug off the man's hand but a strange odour caught her nose. She looked at rough man questioningly who avoided eye contact and just pursed his lips as he tapped on the table in agitation. Santana brought the mug to her nose and a strong evaporating scent of alcohol burned her nose.

"Haymitch! Really?! Gin in the morning?!" Naya shrieked in disapproval.

The man simply shrugged his shoulders.

Santana then stalked towards the kitchen sink and poured the alcohol in the drain and refilled it with water, and returned it to Haymitch.

"Haymitch, I really need to get back into training."

"And I really need my alcohol this morning but it looks like I'm not getting that" "Don't make this any harder than it needs to be. Please. Just stop being such an asshole. Santana dead panned.

"I'm offended by your harsh words Santana!" Haymitch retorted as he placed his hand mockingly across his chest.

"Train me or I will find Brutus and Lyme myself. You know I'll do it."

Irritated Haymitch scowled at Santana "Are you threatening me?" he glowered. His temper quickly rose at the mention of the two career tribute that killed for sport.

"No. I'm simply telling you what I'm willing to do." The Latina replied shortly.

"Then you're dumber than I thought you were." Haymitch took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it up, cupping his hand over the tip as he waited for embers to glow.

Hot smoke left his lips as he blew "I'm done talking about this." He muttered through the cigarette trapped between his lips.

Infuriated, Santana grabbed the stick out of his mouth and crushed it in the sink. "I have less than a year Haymitch. You will help me. I've been doing nothing for nearly over a month!"

Wooden legs of the stool screeched and slammed on the floor as Haymitch stood abruptly facing Santana, he pressed on her side where her stitch from the operation was still raw and tender. It caused a searing pain; Santana bit her tongue from screaming in pain. Sharp eyes glared at her straight in the eyes, Haymitch's jaw was square as he applied more pressure on the enflamed area.

"How are you feeling now princess? Still up for that training you're so desperate for?" He sneered.

Santana's hand was clutching tightly on the kitchen counter. She focused on how hard she was pressing on the flat surface and how white her knuckles were instead of the angry pain on her side.

"I'm fine." She gritted stubbornly through her teeth.

Cruel hand pressed more firmly on the cut and Santana almost yelped in pain. Almost.

Haymitch was aware that he was hurting the hard headed girl, but after years of raising the fiery child. He knew that sometimes pain was the only way he could get through to the girl. After a minute, he removed his hand over the stitch. He didn't want to cause another threat to Santana's life, when he moved away he saw red stain on where his hand was and mentally scolded himself for being too tough on the still recovering girl but he showed no concern physically as walked towards.

Santana took deep breaths trying to focus on anything but the throbbing "I will do it Haymitch" she rasped out.

"No you won't! Not while I'm around to kick your ass back into place!" Haymitch roared.

The room fell into silence and all which could be heard was Santana's laboured breathing.

Not long after Brittany emerged out of the room, the smile from her face quickly dropped when she felt the tension in the air.

"Santana?" She said in an unsure tone. Brittany took note of the brunette's eyes; they were sharper and more scornful than she had ever seen. She swears that the small frames chest was even heaving like a tigers after hunting. Blue eye also saw how Haymitch was hunched by the door. His face was so dark, it's as if for the first time Brittany can believe that he had killed a man. The blonde had never felt so threatened.

Instantly though, as soon as Santana heard Brittany's voice; she quickly placed her hand gently over side casually as she covered the stain.

"Hey" she said, forcing herself to sound usual as she desperately tried to still her shaking voice.

"Everything ok?" Brittany spoke cautiously.

"Yea, yea… Haymitch and I were just talking about our next trekking, which we were just about to have actually."

The older man through his head out to look at the horizon before him to stop a growl erupt from his throat.

"Oh" the blonde let out in disappointment which Santana noticed.

"Why? What's up?" The Latina cocked her eyebrows in curiosity. The broad man also turned to look at the blonde intrigue.

"Nothing, I erm… I was going to ask you if you were up to take the horses for a ride today with me. You know, maybe train the other horse… The one Haymitch named after you?" Brittany let out hopefully, but then her eyes immediately dropped from Santana as she remembered what the Latina had just said.

"But if you're already busy, then no worries" she finished lamely.

Brittany for the past few days had been building up the courage to ask Santana if she wanted to hang out with her, except every time she tried; Christa would either but in or she'd choke.

Literally.

It was embarrassing, one time, her and Santana had happened to have stumble upon each other in the living room. Then, when the nervous wreck that is Brittany, was about to speak; she choked on air. She coughed and coughed and Santana had to give her the fresh glass of orange juice she prepared for herself because Brittany was turning purple.

Smooth.

She had been thinking about ways to subtly ask the Latina on how to she could spend more time with her. An idea suddenly came to Brittany as she was tending Tana the Horse- Santana the horse, the one Haymitch named after… Santana. Except it was weird calling the other horse with the same name as the gorgeous brunette.

She decided to disguise their "hanging out time" as a chore. So instantly, she begged her father to allow Santana to get back to work as Brittany, the girl who could ride a horse before she could breathe; apparently needed some help on riding. Benny of course knew that this was a lie but went along with it anyway.

But now it seems that all of the blonde's efforts were put to waste as Santana seems to have already planned something…

Haymitch spoke up when he saw an opportunity to derail Santana from her intention and took advantage of it. "OH! It's quite alright Lady Brittany; stable girl here will gladly help you with the horses. Right San?"

The smaller girl was lost for words.

One, because Brittany had just spoken to her with more words than she had ever said to Santana for the last week.

Two, "if you were up to take the horses for a ride today with me." She said "With me"? as in did she meant it as just them two? Like a date…? With the horses obviously but like just them two?! Santana's brain went on haywire

Three, because she suddenly forgot why she was so mad at Haymitch and because the idea of crawling, climbing tree's and hunting game for training; suddenly seemed like a shitty idea.

"What?" the suddenly very doughy girl replied dumbly.

Haymitch laughed "I said I'll see you two ladies later. Have fun with the horses!" the man called out afterwards as he hastily made his exit, away from Santana's crazy talk of training.

This left the brunette and blonde in solidarity.

Santana turned to face the blonde who she caught was looking at her but then quickly ducked down staring at her shoes to avert eye contact. It still puzzles Santana how this timid girl before her was the exact same dragon lady with golden scales who was eager to roast her, the minute she set foot in the Pierce household.

She likes this side of the blonde much better.

"So…" Brittany dragged out.

"Let's go?" Santana asked the taller girl who snapped her upwards.

"You're coming?"

"Of course, besides; an opportunity to beat you in a race? I'm in." the Latina smirked as she walked out of the house leaving Brittany dumbfounded and scrambling after her.

Santana and Brittany spent the morning feeding the horses and grooming their coats. The smaller girl was hesitant on mounting Milo at first until the pale girl reassured her that Benny had given them his permission to let Santana join her.

After giving both Lady and Milo a bath, Santana and Brittany stood in front of Haymitch's Fresian devil horse. Brittany armed with sponge tied to a stick and soap and with Santana wielding a mop and bucket, the two young women stood their ground glaring at the stallion who simply huffed at them and walked sassily away.

"Are you sure this is a good idea Santana?"

"Nope, but we're gonna do it anyway."

"I love all animals especially horses but this… this one is worse than you…" Brittany mumbled as she watched the unsuspecting animal smell the grass.

"I know.. Wait, what?!" The brunette threw her head wildly to face the blonde who was still intently watching the stallion, Santana was momentarily disarmed by Brittany's natural beauty, her hair was tied back showing off her angelic profile and wisp of golden lock fluttered gently as the cool breeze danced an whirled around them, forming a halo glow against the sunlight.

It made Santana's breath hitch.

"What?" the blonde replied as she turned to face Santana who temporarily left her guard down and allowed Brittany to see her in awe. Blue eyes quickly darted between Santana's soft gaped lips.

For a moment, reality was suspended like gravity left and Santana and Brittany were floating. For a moment they were silent just admiring each other. For a moment they wondered what it would be like to be together.

Until they were brought back by Lady who huffed and neighed and who seemed to have rolled her eyes at the two girls.

"I..I… you compared me to that demon unicorn!" Santana suddenly snapped out of stupor and walked towards the horse completely flustered.

"What! It's true!"

"Whatever. Look. How are we going to do this?" the Latina asked, her cheeks still red from her little staring competition with Brittany.

"Divide and conquer. You go on to his left side and chuck the bucket of water on his back-"

"And you'll pelt him with soap?" Santana suggested mockingly "That's a bad idea."

"Trust me! I've been dealing with horses for my whole entire life!"

"What is he runs away!"

"He won't and even if he does, he won't get far?" Brittany offered meekly.

"He's a horse! He has four legs!" the petit girl shrieked comically as she shook her mop wielding hand as she pointed at the blasé mount.

"Just do it! Come on!" Brittany jogged away softly laughing at Santana's clearly fearful face.

"Brittany wait!"

"What? Or are you scared?" the blonde turned around and jogged backwards to face the other girl who she gave a provoking look.

"Scared my ass…" mumbled the ridiculed girl before she too made her way towards hers and Brittany's very wet ending.

So the plan is, Santana was to get as close to the dark mare's side to chuck the bucket of water. Whilst Brittany then will use her sponge stick to brush the dusty coat… Sounds good right?

Thus Santana for her part did just that. She stalked their prey and Brittany moved on the other side in parallel to her counterpart. Once Santana was satisfied with the distance, she counted under her breath just enough for Brittany to hear.

"One… Two… Three!"

Santana with sure footing threw her strong arms and flexed her tense muscles deftly sending the water in the bucket up in the air like diamond drops refracting against the sun. She closed her eyes as sun rays blocked her sight and so she didn't realize that when she emptied the bucket, the clever horse had trotted away leaving Brittany very wide and open against the wade of water.

"SANTAN-"

Then silenced by a mouthful of water.

Once the Latina felt the bucket feel light in her hands. Squinting she placed the bucket blindly down and shielded her eyes from the sun with her hand.

"Did you get him Britt-"

Santana was instantly silenced as her sight finally took in Brittany's appearance before her. The blonde girl stood frozen like a chick caught in a heavy rain. Fair hair stuck to her face like wet straws and her clothes clung into her body, more precisely: her lose white polo shirt which was previously lose, glued itself to her skin.

She was very exposed.

Santana for a long while was too shock to move, so she just kind of... stared… at Brittany's… chest…

A minute or two of just standing there, Brittany let out a ear piercing scream.

"SANTANA!"

The Latina slowly backed off with her hands defensively raised.

"Hey! Hey! Why are you mad at me!" The other girl tried desperately not to laugh at her companion, biting her lips hard but her eyes betrayed her as they glinted teasingly.

"WHY AM I MAD AT YOU?!" the infuriated girl screeched sharply, her chest heaving from stress. Brittany would have laughed at the ridiculousness of it all; especially if Santana was the one soaking and was turning the earth she stood into mud.

"I only did what you asked me! You said to throw the bucket of water!"

"YES! BUT NOT AT ME! AT THE HORSE!"

"I did! But he ran away! In my defence, I told you that this was a bad idea but there you went going all "trust me I can do this- blah blah blah…"

"LOOK AT ME! I'M WET!"

"Wanky…" Santana smirked at Brittany who then snapped her head back at Santana and scowled at the brunette, giving her the most vicious glare she had ever mustered up.

"You're gonna pay for this…" Brittany seethed out as she walked towards terrified girl whose eyes widened in panic.

"Easy Britt…" She cooed "Come on, you can wear my jacket" Santana offered as she haphazardly took the clothing off her body and stretching her arm to offer it to the angry woman "We can just go back into the house and Britt stop you don't want to step there-!"

But Brittany kept on walking and blinded by anger the blonde walked on a very muddy patch where she lost her footing and slipped down, her ass flat on the mud.

Right at that moment, Santana lost it and she just laughed uncontrollably. However when the brunette noticed that the blonde wasn't moving from her disarrayed position, she stopped; alarmed that Brittany took a harsh fall.

"Britt!" Santana dumped her jacked on the dry patch of grass and jogged towards the other girl. As she neared she could hear the other sniffing softly.

"Oh honey, come on… take my hand…" the tanned girls voice softened radically and guilt washed over her for ridiculing the stained girl.

"Go away…"

"I'm sorry Britt, come on. Take my hand…"

"No… You laughed at me…" The girl squeaked in embarrassment, her head still ducking; making her hair curtain around her shielding her face.

Santana scolded herself at this and then cleared her throat "I'm sorry I was being an ass, come on take my hand… I promise I won't laugh again… Come on Britt, you'll get a cold if you stay like that…"

After a while, the shamefaced girl saw light arms lift and she felt soft hands land gently on hers, fitting perfectly as if they were made to fit together. It made her smile warmly at the forgiving gesture. Her head started whizzing about ways she could make it up to the blonde. What she wasn't expecting though was for Brittany to then do this.

"Gotcha!"

The taller girl unleashed an unexpected strength in her as she pulled Santana's hand completely tipping the joker off her balance. Santana's eyes widened in shock as she felt herself tumbling and falling down straight on the mud, then in a loud resounding squelch and splosh of the wet earth; Santana fell on top of Brittany equally filthy as mud splattered across her jeans and brown vest top. Her face hovered just above Brittany, her face in complete and utter disbelief. The trickster laughed at Santana's face and giggled contagiously. The Latina smiled at the way Brittany's eyes sparkled in delight, clearly pleased with herself.

"You got me…" Santana stated delicately. For the nth time of the morning she let herself watch and be awed by Brittany's beauty; steadying herself with her bent elbows and knees to lift her head enough for her to get a clear view of the stunning mess. She joined in with the other girl's laughter as she replayed the course of events in her head. The wonderful echoes of their amusement flowed across field after field.

Eventually the reverberating of their chest from laughter died down and they were caught in an intimate position. Santana looked at the charming cat eyes unsure of what to do next. All confusion however was quickly calmed down when she felt endearing hands cup her cheek. Brittany smiled at her kindly which she returned; but then Santana was trapped in another surprise when was awfully reminded that they were in a mud pit when Brittany's muddy hands wiped the dirt from her cheeks down to her neck and to her chest. She let out a gasp when she felt mud water slide down her back and front and was completely caught unguarded when strong arms pushed her shoulders up making her shake on the side and fall flat on the mud just as how Brittany did. She was about to throw a mud ball and get the trickster back when the taller girl got on her feet lightly and gracefully skipped away from the wreck.

"Now we're even"

The duo made their way back to the house in a comfortable silence to clean themselves up. Santana insisted that Brittany should wear her jacket seeing as she was wearing white… well mud stained white. They shortly then approached the old chicken pen which Benny was repairing and the man and Haymitch simply shook their heads amused at the state of the two girls. The looked like two 4 year olds who went and had a mud bath.

When they entered the house barefooted, they were welcomed by the smell of tomato soup and Anna casually stirring the pot. "I'm not even gonna ask…" she sung. The girls took this as their cue to go forth and bathe. When Anna heard the scurrying feet muffle around the corner, the older woman just smiled to herself.