A/N: Will Santana ever speak? Sorry to inform you all, but not soon.

and speacial thanks to CheshireRyan for editing this chapter :)

When the alarm went off, the first thing Brittany had on her mind was, Was it all a dream? But then she noticed the warmth of a body snuggled into hers and she knew it wasn't. She combed through the black silk of her hair after shutting the alarm off. The last thing she wanted to do was to leave her bed. Santana was warm, soft and cuddly, but Brittany had the busiest day today. If she skipped again Tina would probably want her head.

She gave Santana an Eskimo kiss and tried to untangle herself from her very comfortable and blissful position. When Santana pouted her lips without opening her eyes, she couldn't help but to kiss those full lips.

When she was able to get up from the bed, she stood by the side of the bed to watch Santana stretch. All four limbs went in one direction, and she snuggled into the cover trying to find a warmer spot. It was adorable.

After showering and putting something decent to wear, Brittany prepared breakfast for Santana and herself. She didn't know the brunette would like and breakfast was always a bit confusing for her, so Brittany made a little bit of everything that she can make. Bacon was in the oven and the omelet looked a bit weird, but Brittany was trying to find the jam. Multitasking wasn't the blonde's strongest suit, but the pancakes weren't gonna flip themselves.

After ten minutes, Brittany even surprised herself how smooth it went. She was excited to wake Santana up. Just as she was about to exit the kitchen, she gasped and turned back. The blonde poured two glasses of milk and put them on the counter, patted herself on the shoulder, and headed for the bedroom.

When she went into the bedroom, she found Santana tangled in the bed sheets. She was still sleeping contently, though Brittany had practically fought world war three in the kitchen a few moments ago. She sat on the bed next the brunette who was covering her eyes from the morning sun with a hand on her face. Brittany carefully reached and took the hand in hers, placing a kiss on the soft cheek.

"Santana," she whispered. When the girl peeked through one eye and smiled, she continued "Morning, beautiful." Santana tugged on her hand and she leaned in to kiss the corner of her lips. "Wakey wakey, breakfast is ready." The brunette's smile faltered and she started to sniff the air, turning her head to the direction of kitchen. Brittany could still see the bite mark on her neck and the thought of somehow hurting Santana made her stomach cringe. She placed a few soft kisses on the skin that she regretted harming. When Santana wrapped her arms around her neck, she pulled the girl out of the bed and carried her to the kitchen bridal style.

Brittany put her down on her feet, making sure she could stand. She got behind the chair, pulling it back for Santana and gesturing for her to sit down with a proud smile. After eyeing the food, something else caught Santana's eye. She took a few fast steps, jumped, and somehow turned around in the air before landing in a sitting position on the counter.

Brittany stood there with her hand in the air, amazed. Then she let out a laugh and walked over to the shorter girl.

"You know, it would be awesome if you could show me some of your moves," Brittany said. "I could use them." Santana smirked smugly as she reached for the glass of milk sitting on the counter next to her. She squished it between her palms and took a big gulp. Brittany wiped the milk from her upper lip with her tongue, along with the smirk. "Come on. There are a lot of things you can eat for breakfast when you're not a cat."

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Santana hummed loudly.

"You like it?" Brittany beamed. "It's called omelet. And it's made of eggs. And eggs came from chicken." The blonde stopped and frowned for a second. "Or was it the other way around...? Well, I still don't know which comes first, the chicken or the egg," Brittany shrugged. "But, hey, I survived."

Santana smiled and tried to mimic the blonde's action. Brittany giggled at her attempt to shrug and that made Santana chuckle. God, she could totally watch Santana whole day.

"So, this is bacon. It comes from pigs. It is really delicious considering pigs are pretty ugly. They look like this." Brittany pushed the tip of her nose up and made oink oink sounds causing the brunette to let out one of her adorable laughs. Yes, she really could watch Santana whole day.

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Brittany placed two sandwiches, three cups of milk and three cups of water on the counter. Those should be enough for Santana while she was gone.

They said, "If you love your job you will never work a day in your life." It was completely true. Brittany loved her job and she always pretty much skipped into the studio. But today her mind was full of not-so-good-enough excuses to have the day off. She kept thinking about Santana and the thought of leaving this now magical place seemed like the worst thing she could do. But unfortunately she had to go.

What made Brittany feel worse were the knowing eyes of Santana. She watched the blonde's every move like she knew the blonde was going to leave and she look so sad and small sitting on the sofa.

"I need to go now," Brittany said, matching Santana's expression. The brunette let out a little huff and turned her back to her, sprawling out on the sofa. Brittany felt much, much worse at that.

The blonde walked over to her and softly said, "I'll be back as soon as I can, okay?" Santana made no sign that she heard her. That hurt. Brittany sighed and placed a light kiss on the other girl's cheek, whispering in her ear, "I'll miss you."

Just as when she was about to get up, Santana grabbed her wrist and pulled herself from the sofa. She buried her face in the blonde's neck, breathing in Brittany's scent. The blonde wrapped her arms tightly around the brunette. "I take it you're gonna miss how I smell?"

Santana smiled and pecked her on the lips. Brittany grinned. "And...kissing me? I couldn't quite get that." Santana giggled and pecked her repeatedly, following an invisible line to her neck. Brittany grinned wider, if that was possible. Santana licked under her ear making the blonde giggle. "That tickles."

Santana licked her lips gathering the taste on them and took a step back laid on the sofa all the while softly smiling at Brittany. The blonde took it as a sign that Santana is okay for her to leave.

Brittany brushed the hair from Santana's face and took in beauty in front of her. Then she left a lingering kiss on the soft full lips before shrugging. "One for the road." Santana mimicked her again and they both chuckled.

When Brittany was on her way to work, she wasn't skipping because she loved her job. She was actually happy. In fact, she felt like she never been this happy. It was a weird feeling, really. Just before yesterday, she was living on default. But right now she felt so alive, like a volcano ready to explode with energy.

When she entered the dance studio, it was the usual sight. Mike and Tina were sharing their 'have a nice day' kiss. She skipped over them and threw her arms around their necks, securing their faces together. "Good morning, sunshines!" She gave each of them a kiss on the cheek, still keeping them in the headlock. They were watching Brittany with the wide, shocked eyes that were facing her. "You look like fish!" The blonde let out a laugh and set them free.

"What is up with you?" Mike exclaimed.

Tina was rubbing her bottom lip groaning her own good mornings.

"Sorry. I'm just feeling really good." Brittany said, giddy.

They both rolled their eyes half playfully and Brittany got into the staff room to change. She was still grinning ear to ear as she was searching for something comfortable to wear in class when Tina walked in.

"Hey Britt, about the – Holy shit!"

"What?" Well, that certainly wiped her smile off her face.

Tina pointed her. "What the hell happened to you?"

Following the finger, Brittany realized that Tina meant the scratches on her arms and her back.

"Oh...that." And that brought her grin back. "Long story."

"Well, Britt, I'm totally all ears."

Brittany thought about it for a second. First of all, she didn't want to keep Santana a secret as if she were some kind of sin. And second of all, since she can't be with Santana at the moment, she was itching to talk about her. She was dying to let people know how beautiful she was, how adorable her laugh was. Tell them how cute she was she frowned with confusion, how her eyes beamed even there was no light, and on and on... But she learned the hard way people had a hard time believing the unusual.

So Brittany tried to start lightly.

"So...I found my soul mate."

Tina immediately let out her highest squeal pushing her fists on her cheeks. "Oh my God!"

Brittany let her have her moment while getting something to wear, giggling herself.

"Well, tell me! All of it! Oh, wait! Mike!"

Mike came burst into room a second later.

"Mike! Britt met her soul mate!" with that, Mike punched the air hissing a yes and took a seat next to Tina.

"Carry on."

"Well actually, it's someone I already know. Sort of."

"Do we know him?"

"Yes you do."

"Well?" They prompted at the same time.

"It's Santana." It wasn't exactly startling lightly, but she couldn't sugar coat it more than that, could she?

As expected, they both frowned in confusion.

Brittany quickly added, "I wished for my soul mate the other night and, poof, she was there on my bed in the morning. In human form. Magic." She avoided make eye contact because she knew they were watching her like she should be shouting April fools in a second. She really didn't blame them, but they had accept it at some point.

The first to talk was Tina. She seemed cautious and asked slowly, "Santana as in your cat?"

"Yes." Brittany said.

"Who has a tail?" She continued to clarify.

"Who had a tail, until yesterday." The blonde corrected. "Now she's in human form, like I said."

The couple exchanged looks, Mike looking completely lost.

"Is this a pussy joke? Because I don't get it." He stated.

Brittany just shook her head and giggled.

"Britt," Tina started after elbowing Mike, "is this like the time you tried to marry Lord Tubbington?"

Brittany laughed at her childhood self. Yes, she did try that when she was in third grade. Lord Tubbington had been fit and handsome, but it didn't work out since Lord Tubbington never wore the ring (it was big enough to be a bracelet to him).

"No, this time it's real," she said still laughing.

Mike scooted further into his chair, still looking at Brittany strangely.

"So, can we see her?" he asked.

"Yeah, sure! Although, I've gotta make her wear something first. She really hates clothes. I mean, can you blame her?" Brittany started mumbling about Santana, but Mike cut her with another question.

"No, Britt. I meant can we, as in people besides you, see her?"

Normally, Brittany would be discouraged. She would feel bad about herself when people pointed out her eccentricities or called her mad. But not this time. Not when Santana was on her mind. And nothing could change that.

The rest of the conversation went similarly, Mike and Tina trying to prove a point that Brittany was being her delusional self. But Brittany just repeated that Santana was real, never losing her spirit.

"So she just appeared like that, telling you that she's your soul mate and there to, I don't know, accomplish her soul mate duties?" Mike finally asked. They were trying to at least look from her point of view now.

"No, Mike. It's not like I kissed a frog and it turned into a prince. She is still pretty much a cat. Just her body."

A good amount of time passed as Brittany explained what happened in detail.

"And she did this to you? The scratches?" Tina asked, frowning as she looked at the marks.

"Well...yeah," Brittany answered simply.

"Cats can never be domesticated or tamed because they're wild animals. Don't you think this is dangerous, Britt?" She asked in her caring tone.

"The rose comes with thorns." Brittany shrugged. "Besides, it's not like she tried to attack me or anything. She was scared and most of them happened when I was trying to get her to take a bath."

The scratches were nothing really. She didn't mind them. And she didn't care if she got one or two everyday. But when she thought about the bite on Santana's neck, she felt guilty for leaving something on the flawless beauty. She could never lose herself like that again.

"Just be careful, Britt," came Tina's soft voice.

"We're going to be late if we don't move now." Mike said. "And Brittany? Wear something that covers the scratches. We can't explain shape shifting cats to other people. But um..." he hesitated for a second, "We believe you."

It didn't sound like he was completely convinced, but it was a start and good to hear. Either way, it was a good day. A good day that she could go home to Santana at the end of.

A/N: I hope you guys like it :) and i was wondering if you'd be interested in a chapter from Santana's POV since you want her to speak?