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You heave yourself into the canoe, rejecting help from Sam who's reaching his hand for you to take it. You try your hardest to recollect what just happened, but you don't fucking have a clue. That kiss, that one touch, changed everything. Your mouth gapes open at the thought of Brittany's lips on yours.

You replay the greatest moment of your life over and over again, remembering how her supple lips tasted, how they felt against yours. They were like candy, delicious and addicting. Like a drug. You remember how her hold on your body was strong and honest, trustworthy. You feel like you could jump off of the Empire State Building and if Brittany were at the bottom waiting for you to catch you, you would feel fine. You remember how her breasts grazed yours lightly through her bathing suit top and how they perked instantly at your touch. How her eyes gleamed adorably after she opened them, parting from your embrace, and sparkled blue like the ocean. How her warm body felt on yours in contrast to the cool water engulfing the both of you. How her damp blonde locks felt intertwined between your fingers as you rested your hands upon her sensitive neck.

"Earth to Santana." Sam laughs while waving his bulky hand over your eyelids.

"Sorry what?" You swear you see Brittany looking behind at you, giggling a little at your loss for words.

Ugh she's so fucking adorable.

"I said," Sam's voice trails off kindly, "Do you want to stay out here longer or just head back?"

"Ummm…. I d-don't know—"

"We should just head back," Brittany speaks for you. You blush at her saving you from further embarrassment.

"Mmmmk," Sam continues. "So what were you two doing under that canoe?" Sam snickers to himself.

Your stomach drops to your gut and you feel your cheeks flush a pale green. You notice that Brittany actually seems cool and collected as she rows towards the dock.

"We were playing a game that I made up where you pretend to be the sailors of a submarine. I was the captain and Santana was my crew," Brittany states plainly, lifting her head slightly, as if nodding.

Wow, that was impressive. Your shoulders drop from relief but the thought just sends a cold to creep up your spine. It makes you sick to think that you are relieved at Brittany's lie. You throw your head back a little at how hard and confusing this situation is.

"Dock, sweet dock," Sam singsongs as the tip of the canoe clunks against the landing of the dock. Sam climbs out of the small, wooden boat and stands proudly, staring down at you.

You scrunch your face at how annoying he is. You don't understand how anyone can find that charming. The Sam whose lips are shaped like something on the end of a fishing pole. The Sam who eats as much as a professional athlete who needs to consume about ten times the carbs of a normal human being.

"I'll be back…" Sam states in a deep tone. "The Terminator."

You roll your eyes. Oh, and the Sam who sucks at impressions. How can a girl be so naïve to fall for that?

You watch as Sam leaves the premises to go beside Puck who just so happens to be right next to Quinn. You smirk to yourself and shake your head, quivering a laugh, until you turn to face the other passenger still in the canoe.

You gulp at the concentrated tension that has just over casted the area.

"Santana?"

You reach your gaze with Brittany's as she turns around and swings her legs over the wooden stoop that she was using as a seat to face you.

"Mhmm?" You ask with a nod in hopes that she will keep talking. Please keep talking.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

Well shit.

"Do you?"

The corners of Brittany's lips raise into a smile and she scoots forwards an inch. Little enough so no one else would notice, but small enough that you would. "Well… I have to say, you can go down in my submarine any day."

Wow that sounded sexual. Your face tinges a deep red and your heart jumps a little at Brittany's words. Oh dear fuck.

"N-not what I meant…" Brittany's face tints red to match yours'. You see her looking up into the clouds, debating something in her head. "Well….we'll see."

You exult a nervous laugh that sounds something like a cross between a baby dinosaur and the sound you heard Rachel make trying to go up an octave while singing in the shower this morning. Your face soon begins to heaten and your nerves immediately overcome you. You twiddle your thumbs in an attempt to calm yourself.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable." Brittany looks away shyly.

"N-no, just took me a little by surprise. That's all." You push a strand of hair behind your ear nervously for it to just fall back out into your face.

"Here," Brittany's smile radiates and her pearly whites gleam off of the water, sparkling and dancing in the sun, as she slowly leans forward. You think she's about to kiss you again and you immediately lean your head back a centimeter. "Santana, breathe." She pushes the strand of your fallen hair back behind your ear, letting her nails graze your ear lobe for a split second, leaving behind a tingly feeling.

You look down shyly, not knowing what to do. What the hell are you supposed to do when the most gorgeous person in the entire world touches you so softly yet so intimately? Well you have no fucking clue so you continue to stare downward until a touch drags you upwards by your chin.

"Santana, I'm scared too."

Brittany stares into your eyes, her hand still resting contently on your chin. How does she know exactly the right thing to say?

Your eyes feel glossy as you blink them open and shut. Oh hells no, you are not crying Lopez. You clear your throat, dissipating the tears threatening to flood your eyes.

"You okay?" Brittany removes her palm from your chin and you finally begin to calm down. You realize that you're not nervous around Brittany because you're in public, although that is part of it. You're nervous around Brittany because she's Brittany.

You clumsily clear your throat once more before replying. "Sorry, I-I'm fine. No, I'm not fine. I mean yes I'm fine but I'm more than that. I'm just really happy." You shrug with a hiccup of laughter. Could you be more awkward?

Brittany laughs and stands on the canoes causing it to rock a little from beneath you.

"If this thing tips over again—"

"I bet you wish it would." Brittany steps off of the canoe, not looking back but you follow her with your eyes, watching her flick her hair into a towel and flex her gorgeously toned abs. You just gape at the girl as her silhouette disappears into the distance.

What the actual fuck?

Your heartbeat is pounding as you replay Brittany's words in your head over and over again. I bet you wish it would. You can go down in my submarine any day. The tingly feeling is still radiating from your ear lobe wear Brittany touched you ever so gently. You feel light headed like you're about to faint.

You stand up and step out of the canoe. Rapidly, you walk towards the pathway to your cabin. Your vision is blind. You can't see anything but the thoughts in your heads. You see the kiss. You see Sam. You see the conversation (You see the conversation over and over again). Your heart flutters and you gradually come back to reality when your foot hits a big root in the ground and you know that you are just outside your cabin.

Where Brittany is.

You pause by the stump still touching your big toe and sit. At this point, you don't understand why you have absolutely no control over your body, but you sit. You feel the course brush of bark as you lean your head back to rest against a tree. You hug your knees. Before you know it, your eyes are watering. You let the tears pool so that your vision is blurry and wider than usual until the condensation breaks and is released. Repeated tears trail down your hot cheeks and sting at the contact.

You hear someone coming to sit next to you but you continue to stare straight forward. Blonde hair comes into your vision but the vanilla sent is gone. You immediately tilt your face in the other direction. You hate crying in front of people.

"Santana, I leave you alone for a few minutes and you're by yourself. Is everything okay?" Quinn's voice quivers into a little laugh in an attempt to cheer you up. But you're not even sad. You're…you're…. you don't even no what you are. You know why you're crying though. And you know that you feel like complete crap.

You intake a non-graceful sniffle.

"Are you crying?" Quinn's voice is still high without compassion until she reaches out, her soft fingers coming to your shoulder to brush away your fallen hair. She guides your head to face her and at the sight of Quinn, your eyes explode with tears. Your face is hot and hurting from your sudden outbreak, but you can't stop. They keep streaming; not one tear slower than another.

You want more than anything for a hug. You want Quinn to hold you tightly and tell you that it's going to be okay. That she won't be mad. That she will accept you. That you don't have anything to worry about. That even though you feel inexperienced, she will be the one to remind you that you are more experienced than ninety percent of the school. You just want to feel her presence and her safety in your arms.

But to your disappointment, and sad knowledge, she doesn't move.

"Honey, don't cry. Shhh….shhh. It's okay, whatever it is. It's okay." Quinn continues combing her fingers through your hair but you would love a hug. Your breathing is becoming less choppy with her touch to your head though, and your tears aren't as pressurized as they were before. "Will you tell me what's wrong?"

Your heart skips a beat and before you can even think of anything to say, your tears are back. You lean forward into your knees and hold them because Quinn won't. You feel long nails come to your back and scratch soothing circles. They feel good but they're the kind that makes you shiver and you wriggle your body to shoo her hand away.

Quinn begins to stand, her flip flops slipping a little on the dusty dirt. "Well if you're not gonna tell me, then I can't help you so—"

"Quinn!"

Your heart rate is fast enough to break a heart monitor at this point as you stand up to meet Quinn's level.

You step closer, cornering the blonde into the tree that you were previously leaning against. "Quinn! I swear to fucking God—"

"What the hell Santana? Can you just tell me what the fuck is wrong? If you don't tell me then I'm leaving because you obviously don't want me here!" Quinn's body moves in an attempt to escape but you harshly pound your hands on either side of her head so that she can't leave.

You have her right in front of you. You can say those two words that you need to say. The two words that will make you free from your cage, from your tight closet, from Sam, from everything that people think is you that's not. Those two words that you could simply say if you had the courage.

But you don't.

Your eyes once flaming with streaming tears are now watering and threatening to flood over. Your grip on the tree loosens and you step back a tad but not enough so that Quinn can get away.

"Quinn, I want you here more than you can know." You really want that hug right now.

"Well you sure as hell aren't acting like it!" You step back further at Quinn's voice, which unlike yours is still intense and furious.

"Quinn—"

"No!" Oh god. "Santana, I've had it up to here with your bull shit! I'm done! First when I asked you about Sam, you barely told me anything and now…now it's like I barely know you." Quinn's voice is raised incredibly high/.

You gulp because she really does barely know you.

"A-and, Santana you're my best friend and I want you to tell me everything. I want you to tell me details and go above and behind explaining things. I want you to tell me little things that no one else would give one shit about but that I have to suffer through because that's what best friends do. I want to be able to talk to you too but lately you just seem." Quinn steps away from the tree but is still facing you. "Distant."

One tear streams out of the corner of your eye and flows to your cheek, running down it like a landslide on a mountain until it meets your lips and you can taste the salty sadness.

"I-I—"

Quinn turns on her heels to go back towards the field. You hear Quinn's voice emit from in front of you. "I'm done."

She's gone. And she spoke the last two words that you wanted to hear.

You move slightly closer to the tree in an attempt to stabilize your wobbly body. You let your tears stream down your neck and send a shiver down your arms, giving you goose bumps.

You really, really want a hug.

"Santana."

You turn to face the cabin to find a trembling Brittany in the entrance by the door. You don't want her to see you like this. You know she heard the whole thing.

"Please, just go away." The tears are now streaming faster and you flick your hands across your cheeks in an attempt to wipe away your fallen tears.

"Santana…" Her voice is the utter opposite of Quinn's. It's smooth and each vibration of her voice sends warmth through the air.

Brittany steps out of the door way and onto the wood of the porch before taking slow paces down the steps. She changed into her councilor shirt, dark wash jean shorts, and suspenders. Her hair is in a ponytail and her bangs hang out, framing her face.

You don't move as the blonde comes closer and instinctively you wrap your arms around her. You bury your face in her shoulder and squeeze her tightly. The contact makes your heart burst in your chest and if you didn't think that you had any tears left, you were wrong. Your tears, once threatening to boil over, are now flooding down your hot face like a waterfall.

"Shh…." Brittany coos softly.

She strokes your head, letting her hand comb through your dark locks. Her fingers come to your back where she trails circles among other shapes and soon you find yourself so distracted with what her hand is doing that you almost forget why you were crying.

"Br—" You're voice cracks and you try to clear it but you feel weak, like you don't have the energy to.

"Hey, hey, hey." Brittany's face lifts into a small smile as she wipes away one last tear streaming from your eye. "It's okay."

You stare back at the blonde who is still holding you, consoling you. You don't ever want to move. You wish that you could stay in this position forever.

But you know that once Brittany is out from your vision, your hectic life continues so you shift a little and nod your head as if saying thank you because words aren't an option right now.

"One sec." Brittany releases your body from hers and runs into the cabin leaving you standing awkwardly with goose bumps from the sudden lack of heat provided by Brittany.

She races out one moment later carrying your pink councilor shirt and some shorts. You didn't even realize you were in your bikini still but you smile and take them from her, slipping on the clothing over your now dry bathing suit.

"Come here," Brittany's hand moves down your arm to collect your fingers in hers. She looks down at your two hands together before looking back up and giving you a smile that immediately makes you feel ten times better. Your face is still sticky with remnants of dried tears but your energy has somewhat lifted since Brittany came.

"I know what will cheer you up."

You glare at Brittany questioningly but have a wide smile on your face. Honestly, you don't care what Brittany has planned that will cheer you up, as long as she's there too.

Which scares the absolute shit out of you.

You wonder how far you would go if Brittany asked you to do something. You wonder how far you would want to go.

Your face feels hot and your palms are sweating but Brittany still holds your hand, squeezing it tighter in her grip every time your hand flinches a little in nervousness. She leads you down a pathway, opposite the one that you previously came and she bounces on her heels, more skipping than walking.

Could she be more adorable?

You laugh next to her, already feeling better and forgetting about Quinn. "Britt," You giggle at the cheerleader's fast paced frisk down the path. "Britt, where are we going?"

Brittany's feet come to a halt, forcing you to awkwardly fall forward a bit but Brittany catches you by the waist. She keeps her hands there and steps closer, rubbing her hands up your back and then back down to your hips once more.

Your heart is fluttering and you feel light. You feel like you're floating or flying.

Brittany takes your hand in hers once more, leading you in between two overgrown shrubs into a little pavilion. It reminds you of a fairytale. You've never seen it before and wonder if it's a new edition to the camp.

You wonder how Brittany found it.

It's painted white with intricate, delicate swirls and designs of carved wood elegantly intertwining to complete the walls. The top is a circle with a little point at the top, resembling a castle. There are three steps leading to the entrance with a metal railing, which also has twisted patterns on it.

Brittany guides you into the pavilion and with each step you take, your chest swirls as your heart flies lighter and lighter, until you feel like you are dreaming. Because this is just too dang perfect to be real.

Brittany takes out her phone from her back pocket and scrolls down the screen before setting the phone down on the railing.

"May I have this dance?" Brittany curtsies in front of you goofily with a kind smile behind her sparkling, sky blue eyes.

You hear the light strum of a guitar emitting from Brittany's phone and you shyly take her hand in yours. Brittany wraps her hands around your waist and you wrap yours' around her neck. You steadily smoosh your bodies closer so that they are touching and you are smiling like an idiot. Brittany's hands tease your sides, threatening to tickle you like this morning in the cot, and you laugh at the memory. Brittany smiles down at you showing all of her teeth as she leads you in a slow sway.

I don't know but, I think I'm maybe,

Fallin' for you. Dropping so quickly.

Maybe I should, keep this to myself.

Waiting 'till I know you better.

Brittany spins you around and you giggle into her shoulder when you meet with her again. She laughs as she dances you in a waltz.

I am trying, not to tell you.

But I want to.

I'm scared of what you'll say.

And so I'm hiding, all my feelings.

But I'm tired of, holding this inside my head.

Brittany dips you and you laugh uncontrollably. Your smile is hurting your cheeks. Brittany looks gorgeous. Her blonde locks bounce as she lets your body fall back on her steady hand into a dip. You can't help but swoon at the face you see when she lifts your body back up and she is holding you once more.

I've been spending all my time

Just thinking about you.

I don't know what to do,

I think I'm fallin' for you.

I've been waiting all my life, and now I found you.

I don't know what to do.

I think I'm falling for you.

I'm falling for you.

You press your body into Brittany's, letting your hands fall to her back to hold her under her suspenders. Your head is spinning and you inhale deeply trying to calm down your high, but you can't. You're free falling.

I can't stop thinking about it.

I want you all around me.

And now I just can't hide it.

I think I'm fallin' for you.

I'm fallin' for you.

The music ends but the closeness between you and Brittany is still present. Brittany smiles down at you widely and her almond eyes are sparkling and reflecting from the sunshine streaming through the designs of the pavilion.

You feel the burning sensation of Brittany's hand rub up from your waist to the nape of your neck and you step closer, unable to think. You hold Brittany at the waist and tug her forward until her forehead brushes yours. She leans forward slightly to collide your noses and she rubs her nose with yours for a moment. You think that it is the most adorable thing ever and you wouldn't mind staying in this position for hours.

You feel cool air from Brittany's nose onto your lips and you inhale her sweet scent. Steadily you raise yourself to your tippy toes and press your lips softly to hers. Your eyes flutter to a close. You moan faintly at the contact as her tongue delicately glides over your bottom lip before parting your lips and entering to meet with your tongue. Her tongue brushes past yours' before smoothing over your glossy teeth and twisting gently, curving, making your heart skip a beat.

Brittany's hands come back to your sides as you lower yourself back down to the ground and off of the tips of your toes. You stare at each other, still in the position not saying a word, but both of you know what the other one is thinking.

You're falling.

Author's Note: I hope that this chapter made you gush a little because it's pretty cute(: Also, if you were wondering, the song is called "Fallin' For You" by Colbie Caillat and it's pretty dang adorable so if you haven't heard it, go listen to it!

What did you all think of the Quinn fight? I tried to make the character of Quinn really personal so I hope that it came off okay, cause that part is pretty important to me.

As usual, the next chapter will be out by next week, and I hoped that you enjoyed this chapter(: