AN: I'm going to start a playlist on Spotify of the songs that are used in my story. It'll help with this chapter, especially since I don't know how many people reading this story has heard a hawaiian song. As songs appear, it'll be added to the playlist. Feel free to follow it :) It's under 'Paradise - The Fanfic' and if you can't find it then PM me and I'll send you the link.

I'm sorry if this chapter is kind of boring, I'm trying to get more into Brittany's history. Show a softer side of Santana that will play a big part later in the story.

I feel like this fic is getting a lot of love. You guys are so awesome! :) Please keep reviewing and sharing this story!

The next morning, Brittany woke up to Santana still dead asleep. She sat up and cracked her back. Everything was calm- everyone was sleeping.

She got up from the back of the truck, beads of sweat dripping from her temple. It was already 11:30. Brittany walked down to the shore and jumped in. The cold water felt nice. She dove under and just took it all in. When she came back up, she saw Santana getting off of the truck bed.

Brittany had the best weekend of her life. She experienced a bunch of new things in the span of three days. Her first beer, camping, diving, fresh water pond, and making out on the beach. She dipped her head into the water once more. The water cooled Brittany's face.

"Sooner." She turned around and saw Santana standing on the shower with a towel. "We gotta head back. I want us to grab lunch before I take you home."

"Okay." She stood up and walked back onto the beach. Santana wrapped her up in the towel and they walked back to the truck together. "How are you feeling?"

"Like shit. I don't know if I can drive. I was going to ask if you could."

"What? Me? Not Rachel?" Santana was putting her spear and diving gear in the back of her truck. "You just met me and I don't know where I'm going and I can't drive your truck Santana."

"Relax. Rachel is going back up the hill with her parents. And the rest of the girls can't drive my truck or I won't let them." She shut the tailgate and turned towards Brittany. "It's automatic, and I trust you. Please. Just until the Queen Shops. Once I get food in my system I'll drive."

"Okay. I guess." Everyone was already heading out. "You wanna get out of here now?"

"Yeah. I'm super hungry and I really want a burger and fries or something." Santana climbed into the passengers seat and buckled in. Brittany climbed up onto the side and leaned into the open window to kiss her. Santana smiled. "Get in the truck, babe."

Brittany climbed in and paused for a moment. "Are you sure about this?"

"I'm one hundred percent positive. You'll be fine okay." The truck was on now and Brittany shifted into reverse. "See? You're doing just fine. The Queen Shops are only a fifteen minute drive away. Don't be so stiff. Please relax okay? I'll be right here next to you the entire time. And if I'm not then you better pull over and get me." Brittany laughed. "There we go." Santana grabbed onto Brittany's hand. "You got this."

The drive over to the Queen Shops was Brittany telling Santana about how she was acting the night before. She apologized over and over about frightening her.

"You apologized last night, remember?"

"I do remember but I'm always going to apologize. I don't like acting that way in front of my friends."

"Just let it go. Please. It's alright I promise." Santana pointed to her left and Brittany flipped on the turn signal. "I like your truck. It's super smooth. Like something else of yours..."

Santana went to tickle Brittany but she slapped her hand away.

"Is this it?"

"Yes. Park over there. I don't want anyone parking near my truck."

They walked into the food court and went to the burger shop in the corner and both got something to eat. Their conversation was mostly about softball and how they were going to go to states. Santana had never been to states before so this year was her last shot and Brittany wanted to do everything she could to help her do just that.

"Oh damn it's already 3:50. I gotta get you home before mom doesn't let you come out anywhere with us anymore." Santana took their trays and got rid of the trash. "You look tired. Are you going to fall asleep on me in the truck?"

"No I'm not what are you talking about?" At that moment Brittany did her best to hide the yawn that was trying to escape from her.

"Alright we'll see." They got back to the truck and started heading back to Waimea. About ten minutes into the drive, Brittany started to fall asleep. Her head was bobbing and as much as she tried to fight it, it wasn't working.

"Hey." Brittany looked over at Santana. "Lay down. You can put you head on my lap. I don't want you leaning your head on the window."

"What why?"

"Because that's what I was taught. So just lay down and you can sleep." Brittany laid down and got comfortable. Santana's truck had this fruity smell to it, mixed with the smell of ocean water. It was a weird combination but it worked.

When they finally reached Brittany's house, Santana pulled over next to the curb and turned the truck off. She sat there and looked down at the blonde who was fast asleep. She didn't know what it was about her but she knew that she had feelings for her. She ran her hand through Brittany's hair a couple times and grinned. "Hey. Britt wake up. We're at your house."

She sat up and rubbed her eyes. "I guess I was tired."

"I told you. Don't ever doubt me, I'm always right. You want me to help you with your things?" Brittany shook her head.

"I got it. But I want to thank you. For taking me out this weekend and for everything." She leaned over and kissed Santana. "I had lots of fun."

Before Brittany could pull away Santana kissed her one more time "I don't want you to go."

"But you'll see me tomorrow. Text me when you get home okay? So I know you reached there safely." She jumped out of the truck and shut the door. "I'll see you later."

Santana watched her walk up her driveway before driving away. Brittany ran up stairs and jumped on her bed. She felt like a little girl who's crush just talked to her for the first time. But this was different. She was absolutely giddy and happy. It was like her weekend set the tone for the rest of the week and nothing was going to bring her down.

After about a hour of watching tv, she realized that her phone had died while they were still at the beach and she didn't have the chance to charge it. She plugged it in and finished up the episode of That 70's Show that was on television.

Brittany turned on her iHome and jumped into the shower. She sung and danced. It was like every song that came on reminded her of Santana. It was like all she could think about lately was the attractive local girl who was stealing her heart.

"Why don't you come on over, vaaaalerie?" She sang while walking out of her bathroom and back into her room. Her phone was on now and the notification tone wouldn't stop playing. "Well sometimes I go out, by myself... And I look across the water." She grabbed her phone off of her nightstand to see that she had tons of messages from Quinn.

Please, Britt. You need to call me back I don't know what you're doing but you need to call me back ASAP. It's important and I need you.

Brittany threw some clothes on and laid back on her bed. She dialed Quinn's number and it started ringing. It stopped and she immediately started talking.

"Hey Q! Oh my God I have so much to tell you about last night. It was crazy! Santana almost got into a fight because some girl was talking about me! And I didn't know what to do I was actually kind of scared and-"

"Britt I need to-"

"No wait Quinn I gotta tell you. It was like she was the Hulk or something. The Hawaiian Hulk! Haha! Man it was just crazy I-"

"Britt. Stop I need to tell you something." She knew that tone of voice. Quinn had been crying.

"Hey what's wrong?" Silence. "Q talk to me."

"It's Macky." Brittany's heart immediately dropped. "She... Got into a car accident this morning." She sat up. Macky was the left fielder for their softball team back in Oklahoma. Last season they grew really close. "She didn't make it."

"She... Died? Quinn? You're lying right. This is like some kind of sick joke that you guys are playing and you're just going to put her on the phone to talk to me." The sniffling was now sobs and Brittany knew that she wasn't lying. "Quinn no. Macky was just.. She was just there and I can't. I can't be here. I'll call you later."

"No Britt no please. Don't go. Make sure you're wearing your helme-" Britt hung up on Quinn and went down stairs. She grabbed her keys and helmet off of the counter and ran out to her bike. All she wanted to do was ride and she didn't care where she ended up. She pulled out of the drive way and gassed it.

The emotions were overwhelming. Macky was one of her closest friends. It killed her knowing that she wasn't home to be there for everyone. To see her friend one last time. She wasn't going to be there. Her softball team was like her second family they spent nearly every second of every day together. Even during the summer. They would all go to the softball camp that Oklahoma State University held. The more she thought about the good times, the more it got harder to breath. Tears were falling and the more emotional she got the faster she rode. Brittany knew that it was dangerous and that she shouldn't be driving that fast but she didn't care. Most of the time this was how she would deal with things.

Brittany could feel her phone vibrating in her pocket but she didn't care. Whoever it was could wait until she was good and ready to stop her bike and get off. The sun was going down and Brittany realized there wasn't any road left to drive on. She pulled over to the side and realized that she was at a boat harbor. As she pulled off her helmet, she wiped her face hoping that no one would see that she was crying. There were a bunch of people on the shore next to the harbor and the last thing she needed was one of them coming over to see if she was alright. She wanted to be alone.

Her phone started vibrating again and saw that it was messages from Quinn.

You better be riding under the speed limit. I know how you get, Britt. Please I hope you're being careful.

"Fuck!" Her helmet slipped out of her grip and fell onto the ground. "It better not have scratched it."

"I think it's alright." She looked up and saw Rachel walking hesistantly towards her. Brittany attempted to wipe her face one more time but she knew that it was too late. "I knew it was you when you pulled in, I recognized your bike. Are you okay?"

"Umm. Yeah, I think I'm alright. I just- I found out that one of my good friends back home died in a car accident. So I rode." Brittany got off of her bike and put the helmet on her seat.

"Oh I'm so sorry, Brittany. I really am. Is there anything I can do for you?" She shrugged. "I can sit with you, if you want. Come."

They both walked out onto the break wall.

"Where are we?"

"This is Kawaihae (Ka-why-high). Here sit with me." They both sat down on the wall facing the horizon. The ocean was calm and peaceful. The tears started falling again, but this time she didn't try to stop them. "Hey. Its going to be okay. You want to talk about her? Your friend? What was she like?"

"Macky was amazing. She played left field for our softball team. We got really close. Like, she was like a sister to me. I looked out for her. She was only a sophomore and she died. How is that even fair? Her life had barely begun." Rachel rubbed her back and attempted to comfort her. "Why are you down here?"

"My family has a party for one of my cousins. It's her first birthday."

"Oh." Rachel stood up and walked away. "Rachel?" Brittany turned to see Santana walking her way. "Wait, what are you doing here?"

"Rachel called me. I was at my mom's work place in Waimea when she called telling me about how you sped into the harbor on your bike. So of course I drove straight down here."

"You didn't have to do that." Brittany kept on looking out in the horizon. "And I really just wanted to be alone."

Santana walked over to where Brittany was sitting and sat down. "Do you really want to be alone?"

She looked over at Santana with tears escaping from her tear-ducts. Santana gently wiped them away and pulled her closer to her.

"I didn't think so. I'll stay right here for as long as you need me to."

They sat there for another half an hour in silence. The wind started to blow.

"Here." Santana took off her hoodie and handed it to Brittany. "Put it on. I don't want you to be cold."

She slipped into it and put the hood up onto her head. It smelt like strawberries. "It smells nice." Brittany sat there for a couple more minutes thinking about everything that happened in the past 72 hours. Within an hour of being home and not being with Santana, her entire world came crashing down. She drove down to the one place that Rachel happened to be at and that led to Santana coming down to be with her. It was like the universe was trying to tell her something. Was this a sign?

Within the 17 years of Brittany's short life, she had never been happier than when she was with Santana. She looked over at the brunette who was looking out into the water. They couldn't really see anything other than the bits of water that shown under the light for the boats. Santana's hand was slowly rubbing Brittany's side, in attempt to make her feel better. She stood up and held out her hand and Brittany took it in hers. "Let's get you home okay? It's late and we have school tomorrow. I'll follow you there. And you better not take off in front of me. I don't want you speeding."

"I won't speed." She got on her bike and put her helmet on.

"Alright. And hey. You and that bike, that's sexy. You're sexy." Brittany shut her visor and smiled. As upset as she was she actually felt a little better. After about twenty minutes they reached Brittany's house. She parked in the driveway and turned her bike off.

"Do you want me to come inside?" Brittany looked back and saw Santana standing there with her bag over her shoulder and ukulele in her hand. "If you don't want me to I understand."

"No please. Come inside." They walked into the kitchen and turned the lights on. "My parents are up in the mainland for the week so I have the house to myself."

Santana followed Brittany upstairs and into her room.

"Oh wow, your room is huge." She sat on Brittany's bed and scanned the room. "You even have a tv in here? With an xbox? I need to be over here more often."

Brittany walked into her bathroom and started to cry. Santana walked in and held her. "Hey hey. I know you are hurting right now. Let's lay down. You should try and get some rest."

Santana tucked Brittany under the cover and went over to the light switch to shut it off. "Could I turn on the tv? I don't like the dark very much." Silence. "Oh okay, well I'll turn it on I guess."

After about thirty minutes, Brittany was still wide awake. She stared up at the ceiling and tried her hardest to convince her brain that she was tired but it wasn't working. "I can't sleep."

"I can sing you my favorite Hawaiian song. I listen to it when I can't sleep. So maybe that can help? It's like, super native hawaiian though. So I don't know if you'll like it." She got up off of the bed and walked over to her ukulele. "I might get some of the words wrong, so forgive me if I do."

Brittany got up onto her elbow and turned towards Santana. "I wouldn't know if you were singing it right, San. I don't know Hawaiian."

"Oh, well I guess you're right. Lay back down. I'm trying to help you sleep remember?" She laid back down and Santana started to strum.

It was beautiful. Up until this point, Brittany hadn't heard an actual Hawaiian song sung in Hawaiian. So she had no idea what to expect.

E kahea mai ana
`O Palehua e
Wahi lani ha`upu ia`u
E poina `ole
Ke kuahiwi kaulana
Wehe i ka lani
`Auhea wale ana `oe
`O Palehua e

She had never heard anything more beautiful in her life. Santana's voice was enchanting. And even though she had no idea what the words meant, she loved it.

`O ka wahi ki`eki`e loa
`O Palehua e
E pa mai ana ka makani
I ka ulu nahele
Ulupuni makou
I ke `ala palepiwa
`Auhea wale ana `oe
`O Palehua e

Brittany was starting to fall asleep now. But she didn't want to. Santana was singing. For her. To her. There was nothing more she wanted to do at that moment then to listen to this beautiful women sing in Hawaiian to her. She felt her body start to relax and she knew she was losing the battle to stay awake. With a breath, she closed her eyes and continued listening.

Ha`ina `ia mai
Ana ka puana la
E kahea mai ana
`O Palehua e
Ke kuahiwi kaulana
Wehe i ka lani
`Auhea wale ana `oe
`O Palehua e

Santana stopped strumming and put her ukulele down.

"I hope that wasn't too horrible." She laid back down next to Brittany and held her. "I'll go soon so that you can get some sleep."

"No please. Stay the night. I don't want to be alone." Santana held her tighter. "And that, was beautiful."

"Thank you. Now get some rest, I'll be here when you wake up. Goodnight Brittany."

"Goodnight Santana." And with that, her body fell asleep but she could still hear what was going on.

Santana was still humming the melody to Palehua. She heard a vibration sound and realized it was her phone. But her body didn't want to move.

"Hello?" Santana had answered her phone. "Oh I'm sorry. This is Santana, Brittany's friend. She's actually sleeping right now." Brittany could hear the sound of Quinn's voice and she was worried. "I actually don't know if she was speeding but she did have her helmet. I'll make sure she doesn't-" And she paused. Damnit Quinn. She knew exactly what she was telling her. "I'll make sure she's alright. I'll look out for her for you. Take care alright? I'm really sorry about your friend. You too. Goodnight."

Santana put her phone back down and kissed Brittany.

"I'm going to make sure that you're going to be okay, Brittany. You have my word."

Quick note, the Hawaiian song I used is one of my favorite songs. Like Santana, when I can't sleep I listen to it.

I can't sing it or play it on the ukulele but I'm working on it. Lol.