After the party Santana and I went back to my house, as we had planned to do. I was scared that it would be awkward to be alone with her after what all went down at Puck's party. All i remember from after that insane body shot is Mike driving Tina and us home and now this; waking up staring at the ceiling with Santana's arm draped over my stomach. I could really get used to waking up like this.

I rolled over to check my phone to see what time it was because though my curtains were all the way closed, it still looked very dark out. My phone read 2:43 am. great. I'm wide awake, not even the least bit hungover and I can't even go downstairs to watch TV because I don't want to risk waking Santana up. She's so peaceful in her sleep. She looks like a princess.

"Brittany? Are you awake?" Santana asked, with her eyes still closed. I froze. I didn't want her to think that I'd just been laying here creepily watching her sleep. "B, I know you're not sleeping." I rolled over to look at her and her eyes were still closed. She was in the exact same position, laying on her right side, facing me.

"How'd you know?" I finally whispered to her.

"Because, I felt your heartbeat speed up when I asked the first time." She smiled, with her eyes still closed. She had not attempted to move her arm off of me. "Do you have a headache? Because my head is throbbing like crazy right now, and I'm scared if I open my eyes the light is going to make my headache worse." She rambled.

"It's 3 am. there is no light in here."

"What really?!" Santana sat up and immediately groaned out in pain. Causing me to burst out laughing. "Real funny, Britt, laugh at my pain." She smiled again.

"Sorry, it's just.. Nevermind. let me go get you some medicine." I said, as I attempted to get out of the bed.

"No stay, it's fine." She tightened her arm around me.

"Okay." I mumbled.

"Well, what should we do? Since we're both wide awake."

"We can go watch a movie downstairs? I suggest and she denies. "A board game?" She denied. "We could just talk?" I said lowly. Usually when Santana and I just talk, it ends in a fight. So I'm really hoping she'll deny that suggestion too.

"Or, we can do this..." Santana said before moving her hand to the back of my neck and leaning in to kiss me. God, her kisses are great. But I need to stop this. I can't let her think that I'm okay with whatever this is between us. As I've said before, I wont be with her if it's just physical.

"No," I said as a pulled away from her, "we can't".

"You didn't have a problem with it earlier, at Puck's." Santana said. When she said his name it totally threw me for a spin. I immediately flashed back to what I saw of them in the bathroom. I shuddered in disgust.

"Well, I was drunk." I know that's not an excuse for letting her kiss me, but it's the only one I have.

"Fine. Can we just like make-out then? We don't have to do anything else. I just really want to kiss you, I guess." She said. Then it occurred to me.

"Oh my gosh. It makes sense now. You only want me when you're horny and Puck isn't available." I mumbled to myself. But she must've heard me.

"That's not true." She began.

"Then why?" I started to get angry again.

"No, I don't wanna kiss you so that you and I can fall in love and sing songs about making lady babies together as we run off into the rainbow sunset." She stated as she sat up beside me. "But I do like you Brittany. You're really fun to be around. Kissing you is fun." I raised an eyebrow in disbelief, and she leaned in and pecked me on the cheek. "See?" she said as my eyes fluttered shut. I forced myself to stand up.

"I'm gonna go get a movie. What do you want to watch? Something funny but cute right?" I don't even know why I asked. I already knew that Santana loves romantic comedies. She loves that the couple can get in massive fights and still manage to stay together. She loves them because she likes how easy life seems when you're in love. She also loves how they always live happily ever after. I also know she loves rom-coms because that's what she wants in her life, but she'd never admit that.

I went downstairs and searched for the perfect movies. I found three really good ones. When I got back upstairs I opened the door to my room and started talking.

"So would you rather watch 'Crazy, Stupid, Love', 'Friends with Benefits', or-" I stopped when I noticed the room seemed colder and darker than when I left. It also felt emptier. I turned on the light to find nothing but an opened window and a note on my pillow.

Sorry B,

Didn't want my parents to worry.

Left out the window.

Raincheck on those movies.

-S

"Really?" I said to myself. She just left? She couldn't just come downstairs and tell me she's leaving. She just up and left. It's three in the morning, I doubt her parents would be any more worried if she just went home tomorrow morning. She probably just didn't want to hangout with me anymore. Or maybe she left because she figured I wasn't going to hookup with her. Yikes. Why does Santana have to be so hard to understand.

"So she pretty much just left." I told Mike as I sat on his bed and he kicked the a soccer ball against the wall.

"She like skipped out while you were getting movies? Damn." He snorted, "So are you guys like together now?"

"I wish." I mumbled.

"Oh?" Mike raised his eyebrows.

"Forget it. Lets just go." I said as I walked past him and down the stairs. I greeted his parents and we small talked for a little while before Mike suggested that we leave.

"So have your parents met Tina yet?" I asked as we sat in the floor of the dance studio. He nodded no.

"Well, when are you gonna introduce her?" I interrogated.

"When are you gonna introduce Santana?" Mike answered my question with a question.

"Well, if we were dating then I could answer that, but we're not so, shutup and dance with me." I stated as I grabbed his hands and pulled him into the quickstep.

We danced for the next two hours, just goofing off and trying to show each other up. No matter how upset this whole Santana situation makes me, dancing always makes my life seem simple. Everything seems bright and easy when I dance, especially dancing with Mike.

On the car ride home from the studio I check my phone. 1 new voicemail, and 4 unread texts. Quinn texted, thanking me for not telling anyone about what she told me at Puck's. The main reason I haven't told anyone is because I totally forgot. Santana texted me twice saying that she's sorry about ditching me last night and that she wants to come over tonight. I read her text over a few times before I closed out and read the last unread text. It was from a number that I didn't have saved.

Unknown Number: Sorry. Just ignore that voicemail. It's really long and awkward. Just give me a call when you see this. That'd be great. -Artie.

I smiled, saved his number and did as he said and called him back. The phone rang twice before he answered,

"Brittany!" He seemed overly excited.

"Artie? Hi what's up?" I fed off his enthusiasm.

"Well, I guess you really did ignore the voicemail. That's amazing." He laughed lightly, "No, but listen, I was wondering if you wanted to go to Breadstix tonight? My friends Rachel and Kurt are performing. So I thought It'd be fun to go." Now his excitement seemed to be replaced with nerves.

"Like a date?" I smiled, though I knew he couldn't even see me.

"Well, yeah, that's what I was hoping!" He replied.

"Great! Pick me up at 7?" I answered trying to fake my nonchalance. We hung up and I got out of the truck.

"Thanks Mike!" I yelled as I jogged to my front door. I turned around and waved and headed into the house.

When I got to my room Santana was sitting on my bed reading and magazine.

"How'd you get in here?" I asked. I locked the doors when I left and both of my parents were out of town with my sister, so they couldn't have let her in.

"You should really start locking your windows." She smirked.

"Well, you can't be here. I need to leave soon anyway." I said with my hands on my hips.

"Oh?" She replied.

"Yeah. I have a date actually. So I need to get dressed." I secretly hoped that me having a date would make Santana jealous and curious, but she wasn't.

"Can I just stay until you leave then? I just feel really bad about ditching you earlier." She seemed apologetic but that doesn't mean that she can just walk all over me.

The hour passed slowly as Santana and I small talked while I got dressed. Small talk for Santana and I is never really small talk. Every conversation with her is a whole new adventure for me. But it sucks that I could never tell her that, because she doesn't feel the same way. Santana asked to do my hair but I refused.

"We're just going to Breadstix. I don't need to look that fancy."

"Wait Breadstix? That's where Puck and I are going tonight. Puck's best friend Finn likes some girl who's singing there tonight and Finn's making Puck go, but they're both making me go so they don't look gay together. "

"Uh, what's wrong with being gay?" I asked, trying not to seem offended. I don't know if I'm gay or bi, or whatever. I don't think the labels matter, so why should anyone. I also totally ignored the fact that Finn apparently likes Rachel, even though he's still with Quinn. I doubt that Quinn and Finn's relationship is going to last much longer anyway though, considering Quinn also has a secret.

"Nothings wrong with being gay, Brittany. I was just saying that if you're not gay; it would suck to have people thinking that you are." She explained. I rolled my eyes at her response.

The doorbell and my phone rang at the same time. Artie's here. I told Santana and she seemed a little bit sad that she had to go but she agreed and left.

Artie and I finally get a table and in walks Mike and Tina. This might not end well, I thought to myself. I subtly waved at Mike and smiled at Tina. They both saw that I was here with Artie and kind of half accepted it.

We ordered our food and they delivered our first basket of bread sticks. The breadsticks here are so great because if you ask for more, they are legally not allowed to tell you no. You can keep getting them forever. It is the true definition of unlimited breadsticks.

We had just finished eating when Kurt and Rachel approached the stage. The announcer introduced them and they began to sing. Halfway through their performance I noticed that Santana, Puck, Finn, and Quinn were all sitting at a booth at the other side of the restaurant. I looked away before any of them, especially Santana, noticed me.

Artie continued to talk about robotics and a bunch of stuff that I don't really understand. But for some reason, I really liked his company.

Rachel and Kurt finished their first song and thanked us all for being here. They told us that they were taking a brief break but would be back to do their next song in a little while. Then my phone buzzed.

Santana Lopez: You look amazing tonight. That outfit is perfect on you and your hair looks so hot. Good choice to go natural.

"Oh who was that?" Artie asked, referring to whose text I was smiling at.

"Oh, no one. It's not important." I smiled and took his hand. "I'm here with you, tonight no one else matters."

Rachel and Kurt re entered the stage and began to sing Halo, by Beyonce and Artie asked me to dance with him. He must've seen how confused I was considering he's in a wheelchair, how can he dance?

"Just say yes Brittany." He commanded and laughed, I complied. "Good, now hop on."

I did as he said and he rolled us onto the dancefloor. By the time Rachel was belting out the chorus I was sitting sideways leaning on Artie's shoulder. He was still wheeling us back and forth and I was starting to feel bad for him.

"Hey let's go back to the table." I said, so that Artie could rest his arms.

"Really are you sure?"

"I'm positive."

"Well, in that case we could go to the table, or we could just go back to your house and hangout." He suggested.

"Hangout? Like hangout." I questioned and he nodded as if to say obviously. "Wow, Artie, are you serious?I should have known better. How could I be so blind? Santana was right, all guys just want sex." I rambled as I got off of his lap and stormed past our table and out of the restaurant.

When I got to the parking lot I realized that Artie's mom drove us here, so I have no ride home. I might as well just suck it up and go back inside to wait for him. As I turned around I realized that there was someone behind me.

"Brittany. I didn't mean it like that," He began. I like Artie but he's not the somebody that I was hoping to see right now. "I dont want to be with you just for sex. I dont even think we'd ever even get to have sex. Though I'm fully capable and functioning down there. Just so you know." I giggled and felt my cheeks get hot, "but no, I said that I wanted to go back to your house so that we could talk. So I can meet this infamous cat of yours. Brittany, I just want to be around you. I don't care what we do. As long as it's with you."

I couldn't help but smile. I walked over to him and plopped down on his lap, "Artie Abrams, I'd be delighted to introduce you to Lord Tubbington and more than that, there's nothing I want to do right now than be with you." Okay so I lied a little, maybe there was something I'd want to do more, and there's definitely someone. But I can't sit around and wait forever. I leaned in and kissed him slowly. He didn't try to deepen the kiss or anything, I really like that about Artie. He never tries to go too fast.

When I pulled away I saw a flash of tan skin and long brown hair, turn and go back into the restaurant. I know it was Santana because I recognized the dress she was wearing. We had picked it out last week from H&M. I felt bad that she saw Artie and I, and I wanted to follow her to make sure she was okay, but what would be the point. Santana just flirts to flirt and kisses people for no reason. I really like her too, but I can't handle her indecisiveness about her feelings. Right now I'm just going to enjoy being with someone who I know actually wants to be with me and isn't afraid to show it. And if something actually comes of whatever is going on with Santana and I, I'll cross that bridge when I get to it.