"You can have regret from yesterday, fear tomorrow, but peace today by sharing your heart's deepest feelings. A life spent being fearful of showing your soul is a life not worth living." – Shannon L. Alder

After finally catching up on all of the paperwork that she was too distracted to finish earlier, Santana stops by her house to freshen up a bit before winding up at Brittany's doorstep a few hours later. As she knocks on the door with her free hand, shortly after, she's met with a very flustered-looking blonde.

"Hey B... you okay?"

"Yeah... I just didn't manage my time very well," Brittany begins. "I went to the grocery store and got all of these ingredients so that I could make you this awesome home-cooked meal, but by the time I got home and cleaned up a bit, it was so late. And now you're here and I haven't even started cooking yet and—"

As much as Santana was enjoying how adorable the liaison was being during her rambling, she couldn't resist the urge to lean forward and remove the little bit of space separating them. Once their lips met, Brittany immediately felt her body relax and let out an appreciative moan as she smiled into the kiss. When they break apart a few seconds later, the Latina brushes back a rogue piece of blonde hair and just admires the beautiful woman in front of her. Even in just a pair of yoga pants and a hoodie with her hair pulled back in a messy ponytail, Brittany was still the most stunning woman that Santana had ever laid eyes on.

"Hey..."

"Hi..."

"I didn't mean to cut you off," Santana apologizes, "I've just been dying to do that all day."

Brittany lazily smiles in return and leans in to briefly capture the Latina's plump lips again. "Yeah... me too," she whispers out. "Do you wanna come inside?"

"Sure," the profiler simply replies as Brittany leads them into the house.

"So... what are we gonna do about dinner?" Brittany worriedly questions. "I could still make what I was going to originally, but it's gonna take like 2 hours."

"Hmm... I don't know if I'll still be alive by then," Santana jokingly replies. "It's a good thing I brought reinforcements," she says as she holds up the bags that she was holding in her other hand.

"Is that Chinese?" Brittany says excitedly as she reaches for the bag. "How'd you know?"

"Cuz I know you," the Latina says knowingly. "Whenever you go grocery shopping, you're always there for at least an hour or two. Plus, you have been known to get easily distracted by the candy aisle on more than one occasion."

Brittany bashfully looks away, surprised - but also amazed - at how well the profiler knows her and pays attention to her. As she looks back at Santana, she sees another bag resting in her hand. "What's in that bag?" She curiously inquires.

"Oh! I just got a little red wine," Santana says as she hands the bottle over to the blonde, "and these..."

As the Latina reaches into the bag to remove the final contents, she reveals a beautiful bouquet of lilies. Brittany gasps as she accepts the flowers. "You got these for me?"

"Of course... beautiful flowers for a beautiful woman," Santana smoothly says.

Brittany swoons just a little bit more. "You're just..." she starts to say, but isn't exactly sure how to truly express how she's feeling right now. "You're really sweet, San. Thank you," she finally settles on as she gently kisses the Latina again.

"Why don't you go put those in water and I'll get some plates for the food," Santana says as she takes the bag filled with Chinese food back from the blonde.

"Sounds like a plan."

After a delicious meal filled with light chit-chat and laughter, Santana and Brittany relocate to the living room and sit very closely together on the couch. At this point, they both know what's coming next... it's really just a matter of who's going to be the first one to broach the delicate subject.

"So... about last night," Santana nervously breaks the ice.

Although they had both agreed this morning that what had taken place between them last night was amazing, the Latina certainly didn't want to get ahead of herself and assume that they were together now. Even though that's what Santana ultimately wanted, she still wanted to be considerate of the blonde's feelings and not rush into anything that they weren't both fully prepared for.

"Yeah, about that..." Brittany begins, "... where exactly do we go from here?"

"Well, I kinda wanted to know what you thought about it first," the profiler explains as she lightly grabs Brittany's hand and begins to trace random patterns on it. "You know how I feel about you and I know what I'd like to happen between us, but it's not just about me. As incredible as last night was, if it's something that you feel can't or shouldn't happen again, then I need to know now... no matter how much it kills me."

Brittany can feel the vulnerability in Santana's statement with every crack in her voice. After spending a wonderful night together, the blonde barely had time to register, let alone begin to dissect her feelings, seeing that she had to be focus on her assessment for a better part of the day. Although she knew that the territory they were heading into was risky, Santana still found a way to put her mind at ease and basically gave her an out if she was having second thoughts.

"San... just tell me what you want," the liaison pushes. She's pretty sure she already has an idea about what Santana is going to say, but a part of Brittany just really needs to hear those words before she finally puts the Latina out of her misery and eases her wondering mind.

Taking a deep breath in, Santana looks directly into the blonde's crystal blue eyes. "I want you, Brittany... consequences be damned."

The intensity behind her words and stare make Brittany's heart flutter. She's never been in a situation like this before, but she's kind of thankful for that because she wouldn't have wanted to share such a passionate moment like this with anyone but Santana.

Never breaking eye contact with the Latina, Brittany slowly throws her leg over Santana's so that she is now mounting her lap. Lightly, she wraps her arms around her best friend's neck, causing Santana to visibly gulp at their new sudden closeness.

"Santana... when we landed last night, I had no idea of what was gonna happen between us," the liaison starts off. "Even though I was scared out of my mind, no matter how much I tried to deny it, I don't regret a second of it," she says genuinely.

Brittany pauses momentarily to study the Latina's face. She can tell that the other woman is holding her breath, which makes her internally giggle. Instead of commenting on it though, the blonde continues her thought.

"Honestly, even if I wanted to be the responsible and albeit professional FBI agent and say what happened last night shouldn't happen again... I can't," Brittany picks back up as she gingerly strokes Santana's cheek, causing her to let out a shaky breath. "After getting to experience the true feeling of being with you, I know I can't go back. Just being your colleague and friend isn't enough anymore..." she says as she places her lips right against Santana's ear, "... not when all I've been able to think about since you got here is having you knuckle-deep inside me again," the blonde hotly whispers out.

"Holy fuck..." Santana murmurs out as she roughly licks her lips. "You have no idea what you're doing to me right now," she says as she rakes her fingers against the blonde's thighs.

Brittany has to stop herself from moaning out loud if she wanted to keep this game up. She absolutely loved this new aspect of her relationship with the Latina, but she also knew that she couldn't keep up the charade for too long before she became all hot and bothered herself. And so, with all the willpower she had left inside her, she gently detaches herself from Santana's lap and stands up.

"Oh... I think I do," Brittany seductively says as she smirks back at her best friend. "You want another glass of wine?"

Santana is left on the couch with an utterly shocked expression on her face. Her mouth dropped wide open once she realized that the liaison's previous admission wasn't about to lead to some sweet lady kisses. "You're such a tease, Pierce..." The Latina settles on as she intently watches Brittany's every move.

Somewhere along the way, the flirtatious vibe and seductive smile on Brittany's face turned into a more shy and meaningful expression. "C'mere..." she softly says as she lends a hand out to the Latina.

Santana graciously accepts and rises from the comfy couch. As she looks back into the slightly darken eyes of the liaison's, she feels the atmosphere around them change. Although they had slept together last night and should be way passed the awkwardness of not knowing what to do next, both women were equally excited but slightly anxious on how to proceed from here.

Having one of their silent conversations, Santana gently wraps her arms around Brittany's lower back as the blonde wraps hers around the profiler's neck. As their bodies get closer, their lips finally meet and enjoy the softness allotted by the other woman's delicateness. Both women take their time and revel in the feeling of letting their walls down, forgetting all about the line they were so hesitant to cross before. They stay like this for a while, exchanging sensual kisses until they reluctantly have to pull away in order to get an adequate air supply.

"I should probably go," Santana breathes out heavily as she leans her forehead against the blonde's. "It's getting pretty late."

"Wait... you're not staying?" Brittany asks in surprise as she leans back a little further to see the Latina's face.

"I didn't know if you wanted me to; I don't have any extra clothes," the profiler earnestly responds. "I figured we should take things slow."

Brittany unintentionally snorts out loud, raising her hand up to cover her mouth. Santana raises her eyebrows up, waiting for an explanation.

"I'm sorry, I just..." Brittany starts off as she tries her best to reel in her laughter that's dying to get out. "You do remember that we've had sex already, right?"

"Britt... you know what I mean."

Brittany leans in and softly kisses Santana before pulling back again. "I know... and if I was talking about some random person that I picked up at the bar last night, I would totally agree with you," she explains. "But San, we're talking about you and me; rules don't apply to us. I refuse to put a limit on how fast or slow we should be moving. I just wanna be with you and live in this moment; see where it takes us."

"You're serious?" Santana hesitantly questions.

"Very serious," the blonde quickly responds. "I don't know what's gonna happen in the future, but I'm all in if you are."

Letting her words sink deep into her heart and soul, Santana is stunned but relieved to hear that Brittany is taking this new avenue of their relationship as serious as she is. "I'm all in," she whispers back.

Brittany then connects her lips with the profiler's again, kissing her soundly while slowly backing her up until her legs hit the edge of the couch. She encourages Santana to sit back down and the Latina obliges. Once seated again, Brittany follows and resumes her earlier position of straddling her best friend's lap.

"I know you said that you didn't bring extra clothes, but I was really hoping that you would reconsider," Brittany bashfully says. "Stay with me?"

Santana raises her hand up and lightly pushes a strand of golden hair behind Brittany's ear before placing a chaste kiss to her lips. "Nothing would make me happier than waking up with you in my arms."

The blonde lights up at that response before crashing her lips against Santana's again.

After enjoying more intimate kisses and some light petting, Santana and Brittany decided it would be best if they didn't take things any further. After getting hardly any sleep the previous night because of their amorous activities, they both were extremely tired and felt it would be best if they took the rest of the night off to cool down their jets. Instead, they both changed into their pjs and cuddled up in bed for the remainder of the evening, talking about random things until they both fell asleep.

The next morning, Santana woke up a little earlier so that she could run to her condo and get ready for her day. Although Brittany was sad to see her go so soon, the profiler left her with a tantalizing kiss and a promise to see her soon. That definitely made the blonde smile widely.

As both women arrive at work separately, they meet up with the rest of their team in the break room and make idle chit chat. Based on one of their conversations last night, Brittany and Santana both agreed that they needed to be extra careful and aware of their mannerisms and behavior when they were around each other at work. Taking Puckerman's observations and not so subtle comments into consideration from yesterday, they both knew how important it was for them to stay in check.

Being surrounded by some of the best profilers in the world, both women knew that it would be a little tricky and difficult to keep their new relationship a secret for too long. However, the last thing they wanted to happen was for one of their fellow team members to be put in a situation where they were questioned by Schue or Sylvester. For that reason alone, Brittany and Santana felt it was for the best if no one else besides Quinn and Noah knew about their dalliance. And if for some reason one of their other team members were dragged into some type of investigation involving their relationship, they would have plausible deniability to fall back on.

As the team grabs their respective caffeinated beverages and makes their way to their desks in the bullpen, Santana shoots a small smile at Brittany as she heads upstairs towards her office. However, right as she's about to open the door and enter, Schue's voice interrupts her.

"Pierce... in my office, please."

Before Brittany has a chance to respond or even question why she's being summoned, her fearless leader has already ducked back into his office. Looking down at the bullpen, she catches Santana's eyes and receives a shrug from the Latina before she nervously makes her way to Schue's office.

"Oh shit... he knows!" Santana roughly whispers out as her eyes begin to bulge.

"Dude, you need to chill," Puck says back to his partner.

"How can I chill if I'm worried that we both might be canned or reassigned because we're 'fraternizing'?" The Latina says under her breath.

"Are you this uptight in the sack?" Noah randomly asks, causing his partner to cut her eyes at him. "Relax... I'm just messin' with you. Besides, if Will thought that there was something going on, don't you think that both of you would be in his office right now?"

Absorbing his logical explanation, Santana finally takes his advice and relaxes. "Sorry... this is all just so new to me. It's kinda unnerving."

"I know S..." Puck says knowingly as he lightly pats her on the back. "I know how long you've waited for this. Just don't let your paranoia mess things up before you've even gotten a real chance to see where this could go."

"Thanks, Noah... I needed that," she says sincerely.

While the partners were having their little heart-to-heart, they both miss Brittany's exit out of Schuester's office. Now, the blonde stands before them with the rest of their team gathered around.

Finally noticing her presence, Santana quickly stands up and takes a tentative step towards her best friend. "Is everything okay, B?"

When Brittany doesn't immediately respond, Santana becomes more concerned. Looking back at Schue, his neutral expression does nothing to ease her worried mind. "Britt... what's going on?"

Brittany then inhales deeply before a large grin takes over her face. "I did it..." she starts out cryptically, "... I'm officially a profiler!"

As those last few words leave her lips, a roar of applause and excited cheers surrounds the blonde as she is engulfed by hugs by her team. Once Santana finally gets her turn, she squeezes the newest profiler tightly, but not too much to alert suspicion amongst their group. Before she releases her, she whispers in her ear, "I'm so proud of you."

Brittany takes a moment to gracefully smile back at the Latina before addressing the rest of the group. "Thank you guys so much for believing in me and helping me prepare for this."

"You did it all on your own, B..." Santana says back.

As Brittany is about to interject and strongly disagree with her best friend, knowing that she played a large role in helping her get ready for the profiler's assessment, she decides to bite her tongue. Even if Santana had ulterior motives of just wanting to spend more time with the blonde outside of work, Brittany was thankful, nonetheless.

"We're totally getting wasted tonight!" Puckerman exclaims as he pumps his fist in the air.

"I'm down for that," Hudson adds in as he bumps his fist against Noah's.

"Oh, my sweet yet foolish boys," Quinn interrupts as she slaps a manila folder against Finn's chest. "I'm afraid the celebration is gonna have to wait; we have a case."

A collective sigh is heard amongst the group as their plans of getting shit-faced after work is postponed.

"Well, you heard the lady," Schue says in his normal authoritative tone. "Brittany, congratulations again... not that I had any doubts. Everybody, let's meet in the conference room."

As everyone falls in line behind their curly-headed leader, Brittany cutely pouts to herself. "So much for the celebration... whoo," she says unenthusiastically as she twirls her finger in the air.

"Don't be a sad little panda; I'm sure the guys will put together a nice party for you once we get back," Santana says, following behind her.

"Oh yeah... and what about you?" Brittany says a bit lower to insure that no one else was listening.

Just as everyone is making their way into the conference room and taking their seats, Santana tugs on the blonde's sleeve to briefly halt her steps. "I was thinkin' maybe we could celebrate tonight," she says nonchalantly as she walks passed Brittany and takes her seat next to Noah.

It takes Brittany a second to get her mind out of the gutter before she realizes that she's indeed still at work.

"Agent Pierce, you gonna join us?" Schue questions.

"Yeah, of course..." Brittany quickly recovers as she rushes into the room and sits down next to a chuckling Latina. She playfully rolls her eyes at her before giving her full attention to the other blonde in the room. "What do we got Q?"

Author's Note:

Hey guys! Sorry for the long wait, but I hope you all enjoyed this update. Sorry that it's not as long as some of the other chapters, but I thought this was a good stopping point to not only tie up some of the loose ends on how Britt and San decided to proceed after their night together but also to set up for the next case. Also, I just want to give a special thanks to everyone that has jumped on board the A Magnetic Force train. I've been having a lot of fun writing those one-shots. If you guys have any ideas for possible stories, let me know because they might just become a story :). I know I've said it before, but I truly do appreciate all of the support you guys provide; it means so much and inspires me to keep writing. Until next time!

-Kris

Special shout-out to StephaniieC for doing the cover art for this story! Thanks again!