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It was just a dream.

When Brittany woke up the next morning Santana was gone. Brittany never really realized how hurt she'd been until the night before when Santana had fallen asleep. The girl had really been one of the meanest but Brittany was ready to make amends if Santana was.

She had decided that she wanted to become friends first and then see where it went. She hoped that Santana would understand. And if she didn't...well, then Brittany would know whether Santana was using her just for sex. The thought made her throat close up and she cleared it, hoping to get rid of the tightness.

When Lord Tubbington jumped onto her bed and started purring, she knew it was time to get out of bed and she smiled.

"Morning, Tubbs," she muttered. He purred extra loud and then started doing his thing on her blanket while she stepped out of her bed.

All the way through getting dressed and getting to school, she wondered what the day would bring.

When she got to school she looked for Santana but she couldn't find the girl.

So when Rachel, Tina and Artie stuck around she decided to make her day fun by making sure that she could laugh.

She danced. She laughed.

But she looked for Santana nonetheless and she wondered where she was when, at the end of the day, she still hadn't seen the girl.

The next day Brittany still waited for Santana to show up.

But she never did.

So when the week was finally over and weekend began, Brittany didn't know what to think. She wondered if she had really dreamt what had happened but she knew that it had been real. She also knew that there had been feelings involved because Santana wasn't the kind of girl to cuddle after sex. And she had cuddled even if it had just been a little while.

Brittany went home, her head throbbing from thinking about Santana so much and having to pay attention to classes. She was glad that the weekend had started because she needed a break from school. Even if it was just two days.

Santana stood in front of Brittany's house later that night, hoping that Brittany would understand.

She thought about driving away but then thought better of it.

If she wanted Brittany to know what was going on, she needed to tell her about it fast. She didn't want the girl to think that she didn't want anything to do with her.

So she got out of the car and knocked on the door.

She had seen Brittany's parents coming home and it made her feel like a stalker but she shook the feeling off and sighed.

"Santana?"

Mrs. Pierce stood in front of her, the door wide open showing a surprised Mr. Pierce behind his wife.

"Hi...Mrs. Pierce...I um...I came to see Brittany?"

"Oh...David? Can you go get Brittany for Santana?" Mrs. Pierce said without breaking eyecontact with Santana. Mr. Pierce shrugged and went to get Brittany while Mrs. Pierce stepped out and closed the door behind her.

Santana felt really nervous about this.

"I'm sorry," she said softly.

"Oh I know you are." Mrs. Pierce looked at her sternly and Santana looked down at her feet. "You made my girl's life a living hell."

"I'm really sorry," Santana said, her throat closing up. She could feel her eyes burn and she blinked.

"I'm someone who...likes giving people a second chance and especially because my daughter seems to have given you a second or maybe even a third chance. But I want you to know that if I ever see you hurting my baby again, you're not welcome in this house anymore. Is that clear, Santana?"

Santana looked up at Mrs. Pierce who sounded really gentle even with all the emotion Santana could feel coming from the woman. She nodded.

"Yes, Mrs. Pierce. Thank you," she said softly.

It felt way better than just a moment ago and when Mrs. Pierce smiled at her, Santana knew that her second chance was the last one.

Brittany made her way down the stairs slowly after her father had told her that Santana was here to see her.

She had been waiting, subconsciously hoping that Santana would show up soon. And her hoping had payed off.

Even though she wasn't sure if it was going to be in her favor.

When she saw that her mother and Santana were outside, she slowed down and watched as the two of them talked. Something about Santana told Brittany that the girl was really nervous but also relieved. So she guessed her mother had said what she wanted to say.

She opened the door and her mother smiled up at her before quickly making her way inside.

"Hi," Brittany said after closing the door.

"Hey," Santana replied. "I wanted to apologize for...you know, the way I left."

"It's fine."

Santana chuckled. "No it's not and I get that. And me not being at school couldn't have made it easier."

"You want to come up to my room? It's kind of chilly," Brittany muttered, rubbing her arms.

"Sure."

When they were upstairs Brittany sat down on her bed while Santana stood next to it.

"I was...I don't know I think I thought that there was something...friendship maybe."

"I know, it's there...at least for me it is. I just..." Santana shook her head. "There's just...everything has changed and there's some things that I just can't share right now."

"Okay...but I never asked you to share." Santana shook her head and Brittany sighed. "Can't we just...you know, be friends? I mean, with everything that's happened we just need a basis."

"I know and that's why I came here tonight. I want you to know that I do want to be friends. I have a lot to make up for and I really want to try to make it better," Santana said, stepping closer to Brittany. "I still really, really like you. And I think that I've always liked you. But to be honest I like you more than a friend."

"Really?" Brittany asked, surprised that Santana would admit it. When Santana nodded her head and looked down, Brittany smiled. "Well, I really, really like you as more than a friend too," she said. "But I just want to be friends for now, see where it goes."

"Me too," Santana looked up, hope shining in her eyes. "So friends?"

"Friends," Brittany said. She stood and smiled. "Hug?"

Santana stepped forward and into Brittany's arms. Brittany held her tightly and sighed. She had really missed Santana's hugs, they were the best. She didn't want to ever lose them again. Lose Santana again.

"I missed this," Santana muttered against Brittany's neck. Brittany could feel the reaction in her entire body and she cleared her throat.

"Me too."

"I can feel it," Santana said, a teasing note in her voice.

"Ugh, you're just lucky you don't have to sport a boner whenever you like something."

"Yep," Santana said softly.

Santana leaned back and Brittany looked down at the girl. When Santana kissed her, at first she didn't even realize what was happening but then her lips moved with Santana's. The kiss was slow and gentle and even though Brittany knew they had just decided to be friends first, she didn't want to stop kissing Santana. Her lips were just the best and the most kissable lips she'd ever kissed.

Santana was the one to break the kiss.

"We shouldn't...but..."

"It's so good," Brittany added. Santana nodded and kissed her again, this time pushing her back toward the bed.

"Just kissing."

"Yes, kissing is good," Brittany muttered.