A/N: Sorry! I know it's been a while since I updated. Hope this will make it up.

It's Friday since the last time that I saw Santana, since I heard her voice. And it's Saturday. God! On the back of my head it felt like years.

Normal lives. Analysing those two words inside my head, it actually sounds pretty appealing and nauseating for me. For all I know, I'm not just the simple Brittany Susan Pierce right now, I happen to be Brittany Susan Lopez-Pierce, considering that I'm married to one Santana Lopez. Santana Lopez who's paying me a billion dollar just to marry her, be her wife in a short amount of time, 9 months let just be clear.

Last night, I slept with the battle of thoughts inside my head. I wanted to send her a goodnight text, well not a goodnight text, I just wanted to ask her if she went home safe or something like that and yea wish her a goodnight. Then I realized that it's kinda sweet and weird of me. I just don't want her thinking that I'm being the clingy type. That's just awkward and bizarre judging that I'm really not her wife or girlfriend for that matter.

And last night, Santana actually got me thinking. I spent barely 3 weeks listening to her whine about every single thing that she doesn't like. Once she even told me as to why God made the sky: blue, because according to her that's just odd and I just shook my head when she again started rambling about the continuous problem of earth, like global warming and some other shits like that, she even blamed Obama. But yesterday, considering that it was just a single day that she hasn't scowled or made any sarcastic remarks, well maybe one or two. But still, she's super nice- I wanna puke. I mean, just listing off the things that she did. 1. She took off my shoes. 2. She let me borrow her stuff. 3. She cooked me breakfast. 3. She even met my family and last and the most unusual thing of 'em all; 4. She hugged me when we parted ways and her voice lightly cracked when she mumbled her last words. It actually made me think that she got some secret agenda going on inside that pretty head of hers, and it kinda scares me, but still, those things may be counted as an improvement. Well maybe she's starting to like me, because I mean c'mon I like her since the first day and I still kind of like her, maybe?

Dunno.

Maybe I just like her super-hot body. God! The thing I did in her bathroom still haunted me last night. For Christ sake. And the fact that she heard made me wanted to just slit my wrists.

The buzzing of my phone inside my pocket almost made my skin jump, throwing me off my daze. So with an eye roll I managed to set aside the spatula in my hand before fishing out my phone and I automatically frown when anonymous number appeared in a small letters.

Hey Britt. I ran into Shelly this morning and she told me that you just left for Boston with ur wife, and i hope u don't mind me getting your #. It's Miranda by the way and i hope we cud talk soon. Take care. Xx

+1232143423423

Almost automatically my cheeks heat up and I can't help but frown a little. I know that Miranda was just trying to catch up but still I don't want her getting the wrong idea, it's not that I'm with someone- well technically I am but still I just don't want any relationship right now or even after Santana's and I. Maybe a year after that.

I sent her a quick text saying 'it's okay and I agree we shud really talk soon.' And I actually intended not to put any smileys or winky faces just to inform her that I'm serious and not into any flirting. It's okay because it's not her fault that she ran into Shelly and the other blonde actually gave her my number and we should really talk soon so that I could clear things up. A sigh escaped my lips when I finally shoved my phone inside my pocket before looking at the stacks of orders Sam just slammed in front of me.

I took a quick glance on the digital clock hanging by the wall. It's 10:30. Normally hours like this, the shop is still pretty full but judging the amount of school girls chatting on the corner, those jocks that just arrived wiping their sweaty faces by the middle and the same grumpy old man sitting on the other - it's totally different. I can't help the slumping of my shoulders when I realized that its 30 minutes before lunch and Santana hasn't arrived yet, she should be here at exact 9:45.

"Earth to Brittany." Sam chuckled when his eyes landed on my unmoving body.

I reflexively shook my head before throwing Sam a balled tissue which landed straight on his nose. "There you go." I laughed, Sam just rolled his eyes and playfully swatting me on the arm before picking the balled paper on the ground.

"So how's life Britt? How's the married life going for ya?" he asked cheerily as he fidgets the can of whipped cream.

"And I should tell you because?" I asked, a toothy grin not faltering from my face.

"I'm your friend." he scowls.

I faked a hiss before shoving the cup in his hands. "Well, it's really… you know… It's… ummm… " I murmured into the air, I can see Sam on the corner of my eyes that he got his mouth slightly open and his brows wiggling, waiting for my answer. "Honestly? I don't know." I sigh, exasperatingly.

He let out a small laugh before nodding. "Get that. I mean, if I'm on your situation I would totally feel like shit. Marrying someone you actually don't know, well let's just thank God that she's smoking." He breathed, stirring the 4th cup and my ears almost exploded with his last words.

"Take that back." I nearly growled.

"Take what back?" he questions curiously and I lost it.

"For Christ sake Sam, you have a girlfriend who's sitting on the cash register right now probably thinking how many little Sammy and little Cedes you'll have 5 years from now. And you still have the guts to call my wife – smoking? My wife! Can you hear me? My wife! Not cool, Sam." I shook my head. "Not cool." I hissed, raising the spatula on his face.

"Woah! Britt! " he gasped, raising his hands in defence. "I was just kidding!" he says, his right hand flying on the back of his neck and I just glared at him. "Sorry!" he added whilst stifling a chuckle.

"You better be." I scolded handing him the rest of the cup of coffee. Sam was still laughing and I can't help but just roll my eyes just in time I heard the chiming of the door and there's the light throb in my chest when I wasn't greeted by those alluring brown eyes.

"Hey Britt!" Rachel called as she approaches the counter, sending Mercedes a small wave when she walked pass the counter before heading straight in my direction.

"Rach! I missed you." I gasped when I managed to pull back from the hug.

"Oh my god! I missed you too. You have so many things to tell me!" She said excitedly, tugging on my apron and shoving it onto Sam's chest. A loud cackle fell from my lips when Sam looked offended, his mouth opened and closed almost frantically.

"Cover her shift." Rachel called over her shoulder when she already started dragging me on one of the round tables. "And your mouth, please. Thank you. I don't want you to swallow my shop." She counters maintaining a straight face.

"Don't be too hard on Sam, Rach." I giggled taking the seat across hers.

"I know that he knows that I was just kidding Britt." She breathed. "Right Sam?" she yelled and I heard Sam let out a hiss in response.

"See? He's awesome just like that." she smiled sarcastically. "Anyway, don't change the subject, really." She said, securely placing her hands on top of the table whilst adjusting her seat to look at me with those big brown eyes, almost beckoningly.

"What?" I asked confused.

"Oh please. Don't play this 'I don't know what you're talking about game' Britt!" she sighs. "About the impromptu marriage everybody was talking about?"

It was a whole minute, I was just staring at Rachel. My mouth slightly parted and yet there's just the steady pattern of my breathy intakes moistening my drought-like mouth. "What do you want to know?" I breathed.

Rachel eyes me for a second or two before talking. "Everything." she mumbled seriously.

"Everything?" I asked hesitantly and she nods vigorously. "In that case." I clasped my hands together. "I won't tell you anything." I smiled.

"What?" Rachel breathed heatedly. "That's really unfair, Britt! I'm your friend too!" she spluttered dramatically.

"What? I'm so tired of relating that story to everyone." I exhaled leaning my back on the chair.

Rachel pouts in response. "What story?"

I took a very very deep breath and talked. "That she's actually my childhood sweetheart who happens to be the only girl I fell in love with. Their family transferred here in Boston when we were like 10 and since that we never had any communication and I never thought that I would actually see her ever again, so when I finally realized that she was my first love, I was ecstatic that we're actually getting married. Happy?" I stated matter-of-factly.

That story sound like shit. I know. It was like the most typical story of 'em all but what can I do?

Rachel's mouth fell to the ground, her eyes widen like I just grown two heads or something. "You're kidding." She shook her head.

"Nope." I answered, mirroring her actions.

The brunette's brows knitted and her forehead creases as she studies my face. "Oh my god, you're serious." She mutters.

I wanted to give myself an inner high five for my never faltering talents in making a straight face whilst lying. In unison, our attention was drawn on the glass door when the chiming blared in our ears.

And honestly? I really don't know why I just said that.

"Tina! Tina! Tina!" Rachel calls loudly when my best friend walks on her tippy toes towards our direction. "Do you believe this?"

Tina enveloped me in a quick hug with a questioning look on her face before taking the empty seat beside Rachel. "Believe what exactly?" she questions, her eyes alternating on Rachel and I. "Don't answer just yet Rach. Brittany! Miranda just called me, she was asking me about you. God! She's obviously still super in love with you. It'll be awesome if you guys could go back together after this glorious deal of yours." she sighs dreamily and I can't help but just roll my eyes.

Right! That's actually the exact reason why I said those words. It'll be perfect if I could actually use Santana to actually pretend to be my childhood sweetheart so that Tina could let go of liking Miranda as my girlfriend.

Genius plan, Brittany!

You're fucking amazing.

Fucking Amazing.

"And what was that Rach?" She asks.

Rachel gave me a quick glance before relating every word that I said earlier. I actually admire this girl though, she never missed a word and said the exact same words to Tina. Tina on the other hand, got her brow furrowed and her mouth slightly open, like she was analysing the things Rachel was saying.

"Brittany was actually in love with this girl. Can you believe that?" Rachel shook her head before eyeing me ridiculously.

Slowly, Tina's eyes pulled on my direction and suddenly I felt like the smallest person under her gaze.

"What?" I muttered defensively.

"You're lying." She stated simply.

Fuck.

This is insane. Why does she have to be this good in determining if whether I'm lying or not.

"How do you know that?"

"First off, we we're best friends since we were like 8 or 9 and I haven't seen a Latina with big boobs as far as I can remember. We we're inseparable, Britt! Inseparable! I should've seen her, if ever." Tina mumbled seriously, her fingers drumming on the wooden table, simply increasing the anxiety seeping through my veins.

I shouldn't have said that, or not?

Think! Brittany Fucking Amazing Pierce think!

"Okay. Tina." I whispered under my breath as I adjust my seat. "Do you remember when we were 9, your family had a 4 months' vacation on Korea?" I ask determinedly.

"And what does it have to do with that?" Retorted Tina, confused.

"I met her, when you were gone. It was summer and I was playing alone in the park, she came along. I haven't told you about that because, right then I know to myself that I don't like her simply just a friend and I'm confused and scared and since that I tried supressing my sexuality." I shrugged.

Tina and Rachel exchanged looks that seemed to be pretty unusual for me, so I began tapping my feet on the floor just to ease some tension. I can feel the light breaking of sweat on my forehead as the ticking of the clock gets louder inside my ear.

"So you mean-"

"Yes." I cut her off. "I'm in love with Santana." I said unwaveringly, I even got my head cocked to the side like it was the easiest thing to say.

Once again, the two brunettes exchanged looks and this time, I know I won.

"But what about Miranda?"

"Miranda's over." I shrugged matter-of-factly. "And wait! Are you suggesting a threesome or something? Because I wanted to keep that stage of our relationship somewhat privately." I asked, smirking.

"You're gross." They almost said in unison, even Rachel was grimacing on the corner, shaking her head in the process. "You're gross."

"Britt?" Sam called by the door as he holds it open for Mercedes. "Are you sure you're working over time?" he asks as he adjusts the strap of his backpack.

"Yea, I'm pretty sure." I smiled whilst wiping the last stacks of tray.

"Oh okay. See you tomorrow?" I sent him a nod and shortly waving my hand to Mercedes before they disappear on the glass door. Sam even twisted the sign board making sure no one would attempt to enter the shop.

Actually I was tired as hell, and we could actually do these chores first thing in the morning and Rachel even told me to take a rest and go home straight. But I was just pretty clueless of the things that I'll be doing alone, last night I didn't even manage to open my precious television, I just got my back burning against the sheets until the blaring sound of my alarm clock woke my senses.

Less that I know, Tina even reminded me that tomorrow is Sunday, that it's my day off, she even told me that her sister are going to visit her and she was hoping if she could see me, I've grown pretty close with Tina's family and it's something that I'm pretty thankful of having her as my best friend. It was actually the very first time that I turned her down. I actually don't know as to why as I said that, when obviously I don't have something to do. Well, I could watch the replays of Pretty Little Liars on TV or I can plant some carrots by the window - oh right. I might as well work or listen to Rachel ramble about her auditions, yea that would be for sure will be fun.

It's actually pretty creepy that I don't have any idea how to make my life back to normal.

I almost lost a tooth on how fast my head whipped by the door when the chiming blared like a gunshot in my ears, throwing me out of my flaring thoughts. "What the fuck, Sam?" I panted, my hand flying by my chest as I tried to steady my breathing.

"Sorry, Britt. I forgot my jacket." He chuckled at my awestricken reaction.

"You could've knocked." I scolded, watching him stroll by the counter before flicking on one of the cabinet and grabbing his coat.

"It's a glass door, Britt."

"Whatever. You scared me." I nearly yelled.

"I'm . So . Sorry . " he mocked with a laugh and I just rolled my eyes. "Aren't you heading out yet? It's pretty late." He informed.

"I'm almost done." I shrugged tipping my head on the 3 more tables.

"I can see that." he smiles. "Okay… I'm gonna go, Mercedes was pretty pissed." He muttered sending me a nervous look before storming out the door.

I can't help but bit back a laugh before returning my eyes on the remaining tables. "Okay." I sighed to myself as l let my eyes wander the digital clock it's nearly midnight and I can already feel the signs of this tiring day.

With an audible sigh, I carefully placed the first set of platters by the sink before making my way on the last two tables by the corner. It's the creepy and eerie silence almost deafeningly whooshing through my ears. The small whisper of my sneakers against the ground echoing, sending those little spindles of fear through me. I even remember what Rachel once told me, when she tried working here alone that she heard someone calling her name and when she realized that she was alone she almost peed her pants. God. Just the mere thought of it, I almost wanted to just scurry out of the door and bury myself on my bed.

Lightly, I composed myself with the clearing of my throat before turning my head by the pantry where I can see a little amount of light, illuminating the small room. Gulping dryly, I just remembered that I have my things in there, God! Why do I even have to put in there?

I can already hear the pounding of my chest like my heart was beating just below my ear and breathing seemed to be a hard thing in this very moment. I suck in my lips before running my hands through my hair, this time I'm pretty sure that if something made any unusual sound, I'll be dead within seconds.

Slowly, I shoved my hands inside my pocket before eyeing the door and returning my eyes back to the pantry. I tried moving my feet but it was like heavier than normal and I found myself walking towards the small room with baby steps. I got my lower lip bruising between my teeth yet I couldn't care less.

"Just grab your bag and turn off the light. That wasn't so hard." I hissed to myself, taking a deep breath when I was finally two steps away from the slightly ajar door.

I can feel the quivering of my fingers when my fingers were finally encircling the doorknob, and with truckload of willpower, the door swung open. "Shit. Shit." I chanted when my eyes closed in their own accord and I was blindingly looking for my bag. "Fuck." I hissed when I can practically hear the rustling of papers by the table, and I literally held my breath when the lampshade was finally just centimetres away. The clicking of door was like a glimmering gold when I already found myself leaning my back on the door, my heart banging in my chest and my lower lip almost drawing blood. I even found my fingers almost dead cold and literally quivering as I held my duffel bag on my chest. There's the shaky breath escaping my lips just in time I flutter my eyes open.

"Jesus." I whispered to myself.

My body froze and literally my heart stopped pumping blood.

"Jesus." I repeated when it just hit me, that there's a woman standing by the table that I was cleaning minutes ago, she was facing the other direction and yet I can see that her dark brown hair was dripping leaving a wet trail on the ground. She was wearing a white coat that seemed to be pretty drenched and there's the streak of dirt all over her clothes.

I wanted to talk and yet it felt like my throat has gone dry. I really don't know if it was my mind alone and yet more like unconsciously I found myself taking slow baby steps towards the stranger. What if this happens to be a ghost? Oh fuck. I'm gonna die. Literally.

It felt like everything gone mute and nothing but the loud banging in my chest making that almost unbelievable endless of thoughts running inside my head.

Another shaky breath escaped my lips when I realized that I was mere inches away from this girl. Three more steps…

Three.

Two. – by that I already got my right hand hanging on the air, few inches away from the girl's shoulder. Help me God!

One – I lost it.

"Oh. There you – oh fuck! Brittany!" That's the last thing I heard before everything turned black. I used to comment on movies when one of the actors pass out when they were in a traumatic scenarios, right now I know that it's possible to pass out because of an intense fear.

Actually, I really don't know if it was the fact that it can be a real ghost that made my heart race more than normal, or the fact that Santana was standing right in front of me.

"Hey." I can hear the faint voice of Santana as she caressed my hair.

"What happened?" I asked almost groggily, squinting my eyes open. Santana was looking at me with those shades of dark brown full of concern, her delicate fingers creating the most soothing sensation on the corner of my face and her lips so full under the dimmed light just when I realized that she got her eyes plastered on my lips and my eyes same on hers.

Santana may have sensed the different ambiance forming between us when she reflexively shook her head before muttering. "You blacked out." She whispers and yet it's the only thing tingling in my ears aside from the loud thumping inside my ribcage.

I tucked my lower lip between my teeth before taking a deep breath, my eyes instantly wanders my surrounding and I almost lost a tooth on how fast I tried to sit up when I realised that I was lying on my back and Santana was hovering me, her damp hair curtaining my cheeks and her breath fairly hitting my upper lip almost making my chest explode.

"Fuck." We hissed in unison when my forehead hit hers just perfectly making that soft thumping sound. Like literally, it felt like I have seen stars and those little birds flying around my head when the whole world started spinning, almost numbing the burning sensation on my skin. I can still hear the sharp hisses from Santana along with the countless curses escaping her lips and when I flutter my open, she –as well was on the ground, her face cringing almost painfully and her fingers smoothing on the corner of her head.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry. "I tried, my hand still steadily lying on my forehead.

"God! Your head. Was it made of iron or something?" she groans lowly, as she find her way on one of the chairs, slumping her back with a loud whimper. "It's fine." She murmurs right after.

"Are you okay?" I asked, following her trance. I took the chair across hers, and my feet felt like a little jelly and yes the shop was still like a fucking rollercoaster.

"Well, aside from like I was hit by a fucking bus. I'm okay." She smirks and I can't help but chuckle a little.

After a minute or two of silence. "For sure it'll bruise." I break the ice and Santana just nodded. "Wait." I held my hand in the air before making my way inside the kitchen and shortly grabbing a pair of icepack, handing one to her and the other went straight on my forehead.

"Thanks." She smiles before placing it where her fingers were drawing circles earlier.

"I'm sorry." I sighed. "I just thought you were a ghost." I added almost inaudibly.

"Ghost? For real? Do I look like a ghost to you?" she chuckled, shaking her head in the process.

With my lips pressed together, I nodded and Santana almost instantly glared at me. "Your hair is wet and your clothes were dirty. So, I got a mini conclusion that you were a ghost."

"It's raining for Christ sake, and I saw that this was still open so I got in." she informed me with a sweet smile. It's raining? Was I that scared to notice?

"You could've called my attention." I argued back.

"I did. 3 times, and all I can hear was rustling of papers and clanking of things inside, so I thought you were busy. So, I saw one of the fliers and decided to entertain myself. "

"That's why you weren't moving?"

"I wasn't moving? I was… whatever… maybe?." She nodded.

"God. I thought you were a ghost, like a modern Kayako or something." I mumbled defensively, adjusting the icepack on my forehead.

"Who's Kayako?" she asks.

"You don't know her?" I asked unbelievably, my eyes widening. Like who the hell would've forgotten Kayako? Santana shook her head, her eyes alternating on my lips and back to my eyes.

"The Grudge? The movie?"

Santana eyes me confusedly, her free hand flying on the back of her head like she was contemplating what the hell I was talking about. "I haven't seen it." She mutters.

"You're unbelievable, you're missing the half of your life. No, actually you're living in a world of lies." I mutter woefully. "God. I can't believe you don't know her." I shook my head clicking my tongue, once or twice.

Santana on the other hand was just looking at me, her eyebrows were furrowed and her nose cringing in the cutest way with her mouth slightly parted, her left hand awkwardly propped just above her head.

This is awkward.

Seriously.

Kayako my face.

"Do you want some coffee?" I ended up asking.

"Sure." Santana whispers, dumbfounded.

Insanely, I grin at her before storming behind the counter. After less than 10 minutes I got Santana's Café Latte in my right hand and a hot choco on the other. "Here." I smile as I hand her the cup, she mumbled a small 'thanks' before taking a sip.

"What are you doing here anyways? It's barely midnight." I asked as I mirrored her actions, my eyes automatically closed when the warm feeling soothes down my throat.

"I missed my wife,yo –what the hell Britt?" Santana hissed loudly, her hands went autopilot wiping the chocolate off of her face.

"Oh my god. I'm so sorry Santana." I gasped as I wipe the liquid freely falling down chin.

Who would've thought that she would say those words, c'mon. Even the hot chocolate in my mouth can't believe it.

"I was just messing with you." she sighs, her voice went out slow and raspy. And instantly the wild banging of my chest ceases. "I saw the lights were still on so I was wondering if you were still here so I got in."

I slowly nodded before taking another sip and she does the same. "Why are you staying so late?" she asks.

"I don't know. I was just scared when I got home, being alone and everything." I sighed.

Santana stared at me for a whole minute with her lips pressed together. "How about you?"

"Paper works. I kind of missed everything for the past three weeks." She mutters and I nodded understandingly. "Quinn was no help either. Don't tell her that though." She smirks.

"I won't tell." I smiled.

"You're scared?" she asks lowly and I subtly bob my head up and down. "Why?"

"I don't know, really. It just felt like that I'm super alone and just deep inside me was just so sad." I admitted lowly. "I mean, I've been living all by myself for seem like forever and I never felt this, but right now even opening my eyes, it just scares me."

Santana unconsciously wets her lips a she adjusts her seat. "That must have been really hard –what happened to your family."

"It is." I breathed, and just hearing that f word, my chest tightens and there's the familiar lump forming down my throat. "Change the subject. Please." I laughed, nudging Santana's cup with my own.

"I mean, I do understand what you feel. When Steph died.." she started, her voice barely above whisper and I ended up holding my breath. "- it felt like the whole world was against me. It felt like it's my fault because I can't do anything to save her. To take away her pain, it was really really agonizing to simply watch her being succumb by death. The worst part is when you woke up the next morning and you'd realize that, yea you we're alone. There's nothing like it." She added with a shaky breath. I can see Santana's fingers were literally trembling around her cup and the way her voice lowered on the last part wasn't something you'll hear every day. "And since that, I was scared too. Like, when there's the almost glass shattering silence it feels like 'here we go again, Steph's leaving me.' and it's difficult, really difficult."

No more second thought and my right hand envelopes Santana's. Just the mere thought alone, I know for one that words aren't enough to make someone feel better. And judging those words escaped her lips was more of like the actual hardship she felt when her fiancée died.

Santana smiled before pulling her hand out of my grasp, and I just simply cleared my throat before running my hands through my jeans. "Aren't you heading home yet?" she mutters looking at me with those big brown eyes, making my heart bang in my chest almost impossibly louder.

Biting my lower lip, I shook my head. "Gotta finish those." I mumbled tipping my head on the 2 remaining tables. Santana puckered her lips as she followed my line of sight. Those lips!

"I'll help you. So we could leave together."

"You don't have to that." I giggled.

"I insist. I mean, what kind of wife would leave her own wife cleaning in an empty shop? With the high probability of those ghosts hanging around her?" she replied seriously.

A puff of air escaped my lips as my eyes landed on the pantry. "Fine." I groaned.

"Cool. Where do I start?" she laughs at my reaction.

12:15

"And we're done!" Santana sigs with a smile as she flings the cloth by the sink. "That was easier than filing papers in every second of every day."

"Oh trust me, it is. And when you got the chance to taste your very own coffee? Heaven." I laughed as I adjust the espresso machine.

"Really?" she muttered dreamily and I nodded with a grin. "So, off we go?" she mutters, grabbing her bag on the ground and I did the same, slinging my duffel bag on my shoulder.

Santana went out the door first sending me a sweet smile as she does so. "So this is your life?"

"Yes, it is. It happens to be pretty tiring but it makes me happy, so." I admitted, flicking the switch before closing the glass door behind me.

"It was fun. If it weren't for the fact that my father would've killed me, I would've been an actress." She grins, her cheeks bunching up and it's actually the very first time that I saw that little dimples of her, it's cute.

"An actress huh." I asked mockingly as we neared her car.

"Yea, I'll be an amazing one. Don't you think?"

"No doubt." I laughed.

Santana opens the passenger seat and at first I was kind of confused as to why she opened it, for all I know I was just walking her to her car. "What?" I asked.

"Get in." she shrugged.

"What?Why?"

"Seriously Brittany? I'm a high class bitch but I won't let you wander the road all by yourself and let alone the fact that it's freaking midnight."

I bit my inner cheek as I try to muse what she just said. "You've done enough, San. You don't have to drive me home."

"Who told you I'm driving you home? Of course you'll be staying at my place, we'll have a drink and we'll have a crazy sex right after." she retorted and my mouth fell open, seemed like every ounce of blood ran up to my brain, heating up my cheeks and halting the beating of my heart.

"W-wha-"

Before I can even comprehend everything, Santana was laughing her ass off. "Of course I'll drive you home." She cackled loudly, if it wasn't the fact that it's barely midnight, people would've been wondering as to why she was laughing.

"That's not funny, Santana." I groan before turning on my heels, taking the opposite direction.

"Hey! Hey! Brittany, I'm sorry, I was just kidding." She nearly yelled, running after me. Instead I just fastened my pace, my feet making the loudest thump on the floor at each step. "Hey." She whispers when she finally held me by the wrist, I tried pulling away yet she just tightened her grip. "Look at me." she breathed and I did, my eyes plastered on her fingers wrapped around my wrist. "I just missed you, is all." She barely above whispers, looking for my eyes.

By the second our eyes locked, everything wasn't under my control. "I missed you, too." I sighed. It was unbelievably dark but I know to myself that Santana was smiling.

"Let's go." She concluded with a nod.

"Whatever. It's freezing out here." I mutter before dragging her towards her car with that wide smile lingering along my lips.

"Brittany! For you!" Mercedes yelled from the cash register, holding the telephone up in the air.

Last night happens to be longest night of my life.

And Santana made it even longer.

A lot longer.

"I'll see you soon." That was Santana's last words before she drove away. Her voice still ringing in my ears and I can't help the fluttering of my stomach every time it does so.

"Who was it?" I yelled just enough for her to hear as I neared to counter. Mercedes shrugged before returning her eyes back on the next customer.

"Yellow?" I mumbled into the phone. I know it' s pretty lame, but I was just so pretty turned on right now.

"Brittany?" It was Santana.

"Hey San. What's up?" I said into the mouthpiece a little happier than earlier.

"First off, answering a phone call with a 'Yellow' was pretty lame and second why aren't you answering your phone?" she hissed on the other line.

I didn't even answer, I hurriedly fished out my phone and saw that yea there's her 9 missed calls, blazing on the screen. "Oh I might have put it on a silent mode." I whispered, closing my eyes, readying myself for the incoming curses that'll enter my ears.

"Fuck! Brittany, I need you." and the other line was dead.

Fuck.

Santana needs me.

She needs me.

Was it in a sexual way?

Or not?

I hope it is.

Bless me Lord.

A/N: OH EM GEE! 100th episode, I need you! I swear to God, if Brittana kissed on the 100th episode, I'll make Santana and Brittany in this story have sex already! Lol.

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