Hi guys. I'm sorry about the long wait for the update. Things have been really hard after everything that is happening regarding my friend and I got dumped throughout the break between chapters. I didn't have much motivation to do anything but I felt bad. I can't make promises anymore on when I'll update, but summer is on its way and that means more updates. Thank you to all my readers and reviewers. I really do appreciate your support and kind words. This goes out to all of you. I hope you guys enjoy.

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"Fuckerman, wake up. I need you to know I'm barrowing your keys so I can get Brittany and I home." Santana said, grabbing a pillow from the floor and tossing it towards the sleeping teenager. He was shirtless and drooling—presumably thinking about whatever he and Quinn did the night before. Speaking of which, to both Brittany and Santana's surprise, they saw Quinn in nothing but a long t-shirt of Puck's covering her tiny body when they walked into the kitchen to pick up their things before they left. Not that it was a bad image to look at—in Santana's opinion—but she quickly became uncomfortable around yet another stranger. It was fine being surrounded by her peers while she was drinking or with Brittany, but she thinks that it was due to the fact they were both distractions.

Puck groaned, rolling onto his stomach and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Guys are seriously disgusting. Thankfully she was gay—though that was a pain in and of itself. He yawned, stretching out his tightened limbs and grabbed a pillow to toss at Santana. Once he threw the pillow, which missed by a good four feet, he rubbed his temples while groaning.

"Shut up and stop screaming." He said, tossing the sheets over his head. "Just get out of here. I'll catch a ride with Quinn." He mumbled, and let out a small noise that sounded like a snore. She rolled her eyes, walking towards the side table and placing a bottle of aspirin and bottled water in place of the car keys. She picked the comforter off the ground, and draped it across his sleeping body. He may be an asshole to 90% of the time, but he was still her best friend. Nobody got to know him enough to see he was actually a pretty decent guy. She let out a small puff of air and slowly made her way back to the living room where the two girls were talking quietly while sipping on cups of hot chocolate and coffee.

They both silenced when they saw the small brunette walk into the room, causing Santana to feel uneasy and nervous. She rubbed the back of her neck, looking down to her converse. Sensing that the shy photographer had felt like she was interrupting something, or that she was just naturally uncomfortable in front of new or unfamiliar people, she jumped off of the couch and walked over to her.

"I'm going to the bathroom and then I'll grab my bag so we can leave." Brittany said in a bubbly tone, causing Santana to nod her head. She turned to watch the blonde disappear into the bathroom, and walked into the kitchen to grab herself water.

"Santana, right? You're the photographer from the pep-rally." The shorter blonde asked, and Santana furrowed her eyebrows together, blinking a few times as she let the fact that Quinn Fabray just spoke to her. She nodded her head, twisting the bottled water in her hands anxiously. All she wanted was for Brittany to come out so she could get home and out of the awkward situation. Hell, she would even settle for Puck to come out and make fun of her if it meant making the air less dense.

"You don't talk much, huh?" Quinn asked, hooking her arm over the side of the couch to look at Santana while cupping her mug with both hands, taking a long sip of the hot coffee. Santana, who was awkwardly standing in the middle of the room, looked back to the bathroom door to see it was still closed. She swears the blonde was doing this on purpose. She focused her attention back onto Quinn, and rubbed her forearm as a distraction.

"I-I never know what to say." She stuttered out in a small voice, nervously flickering her eyes around the familiar living room. Her fingers toyed with the keys hanging from the keychain, thanking the Heavens above when she heard the bathroom door open and a blonde announce she would be out in a few moments. Quinn nodded her head, getting up and standing next to Santana for a moment, studying over her face.

"You should. You'd fit in with the popular crowd. You have the looks." She stated, brushing past her to the kitchen. "If you ever want a makeover, just let me know. I love those kinds of things." She said with a small smile, pouring herself another mug of coffee. Santana felt her cheeks flush, not because she felt embarrassed but because up until recently nobody had told her she was beautiful—besides her mother and father.

"Uh, thanks. I think." Santana said, looking down at her water bottle.

"Alright, ready to go Santana?" Brittany asked, and Santana let out a breath of relief. She nodded her head, politely waving to Quinn before walking out of the cabin and to the car.

The beginning of the car ride was mostly silent, aside from a few random comments from Brittany and the soft music flowing from the radio. Santana secretly loved Puck's truck, but she would never give him the satisfaction of knowing that. She had a million memories in this truck, including the time she admitted to being interested in girls rather than boys. His response was simply 'that's hot.' Not exactly what she was expecting, but she didn't mind. At least he wasn't telling her she was disgusting or belonged in hell.

"I love this song!" Brittany said, breaking Santana of her thoughts. The blonde reached over the center of the car, brushing the back of her hand against Santana's forearm as she turned on the music, causing the Latina to shiver. She was never attracted to anyone besides their looks, but she felt like Brittany was different. She had an urge to get to know her. Maybe it was because they were taking care of each other when they were drunk and Brittany was nice enough to make conversation with her so she wouldn't be awkward the entire night.

We'll be running down the street, yelling "Kiss my ass!"

I'm like yeah whatever, we're still living like that.

When the sun's going down, we'll be raising our cups,

Singing, "Here's to never growing up."

Brittany swayed to the music, waving one hand in the air and closed her eyes. Santana glanced over to her, a small smile dancing on her lips. She had always wanted to be comfortable enough to sing in front of people, but she was getting nervous at the mere thought of getting judged by her voice. She wasn't as good as Noah, Brittany, or even Rachel Berry and her boyfriend. Brittany rolled down the window and stuck her hand out, making her hand move as if it was a dolphin jumping out of the water.

The next timeSantana looked over at Brittany the blonde wore a playful smile on her lips. The Latina shook her head, knowing what was about to come. The music slowed down, and Brittany dramatically grasped her hand—though that didn't change the effect it gave to the shorter girl. Tingles ran up her arm, causing her to shiver from the contact. Though, her body was on fire. How was it possible to have goosebumps when your body is burning?

Say, won't you stay forever stay?

If you stay forever hey,

We can stay forever young.

The blonde whispered the lyrics, staring at her until the music picked up again, and she pretended to be playing the drums while swinging her head back and forth. Santana grinned, turning back to keep an eye on the road so they wouldn't get into an accident. She let out a loud laugh, turning her signal on so she could get off the exit. She used to hate car rides that lasted over an hour, but for the first time she wished the ride would last just a little longer so she could spend more time with the bubbly blonde. Though, she had a feeling that wasn't the only thing the blonde was changing about her normal ways.

Santana pulled into her driveway with Puck's truck, pulling the key out of the ignition and hopping out of the driver's side. Brittany followed suit, walking around to the opposite side with her bag draped across her shoulder. She watched as the Latina nervously rocked from her heals to the balls of her feet, glancing up at the blonde every few seconds. She rolled her eyes, stepping forward and tugging on her arm causing the shorter brunette to look up at her.

"Walk me home?" She asked, and Santana nodded dumbly. She shoved the keys into her pocket—after she had locked the car, of course—and stood next to Brittany as they started the short route to her house. They didn't say anything to each other, both distracted by the gentle brushing of their arms and fingers that came when they would walk to close together, causing Santana's cheeks to flush and step sideways to distant the two of them. She'd always be pulled back to Brittany, though. It was as if they were opposite ends of magnets and were draw together no matter how hard they tried to resist.

Talk about cliché.

They arrived at Brittany's doorstep sooner than they both had hoped, and Brittany bent over to scoop a hidden key out from under the mat that was placed in front of the door. Santana glanced down to her round ass, wanting nothing more than to feel it pushed against her like it had been the night prior, but she kept that thought to herself and blushed instead.

She decided she was being creepy by staring, and decided to avert her gaze only to be met with bright blue eyes and a risen eyebrow that was questioning her. Though, a small smirk tugged at the corners of thin pink lips. Santana's face flushed, and she looked down to her feet, rising onto her toes and then to her heals in attempts to hide her embarrassment. Brittany let out a small chuckle, pushing the stray hairs that had fallen over Santana's face when she looked down behind her tiny ear. Her fingers slowly pulled back, tracing against a tone jawline and falling onto her collarbone.

Santana blinked a few times, looking at the questioning look in Brittany's eyes. They were the same light color as they always were, only slightly squinted with her head tilting slightly to the right. The afternoon sun highlighted already golden locks, making her look illuminated.

"I wish I had my camera right now. You look pretty." She said honestly, blushing at the fact she admitted her thoughts aloud. She bit her lip, nervously glancing back down to her feet and taking in a sharp breath when she felt a finger placed on her chin, lifting her head. Brittany smiled warmly at her, allowing her eyes to lock on soft mocha ones for a second before leaning in and pressing her lips gently onto a tanned forehead.

"I had fun last night. Don't forget about that picture or I'll hunt you down. Just remember something; I know where you live." She said jokingly, smiling down at a wide eyed Latina. Santana was still processing warm lips that were just pressed against her skin, and the tingling feeling she felt from the small touch Brittany gave her.

"Uh, okay." Santana said dumbly, and offered a dopey smile to Brittany. The blonde giggled, and turned to put the key into the door. Before she slipped into her house, Santana lightly grabbed her wrist to stop her.

"Hey, I have a party to photograph for a little girls birthday party down at the local park. I get free food and stuff and they asked if I wanted to bring a friend but there is no way I would bring Puck and I can take your sister if she's going. You could come too, though you'd probably be bored." She said, shrugging lightly. She let out a breath and took in a large gasp of air after her babbling, and looked up at Brittany who was holding back a laugh.

"I would love to go with you, Santana. I'm sure Kylie will too." Brittany said. She rested her body against the cooled metal of the door frame. Santana nodded her head, smiling slightly before turning on her heel to head home. Brittany chuckled, and caught her hand.

"When should we be ready?"

Santana blushed, realizing she didn't give the blonde any specifics and rubbed the back of her neck.

"I-I'll pick you up around five thirty?" She stuttered, looking up at Brittany nervously. The blonde simply chuckled and nodded her head.

"Perfect. It's a date." The blonde said quickly, and before Santana could ask her what she meant, the blonde disappeared into her house. Santana stood there for a moment, blinking her eyes dumbly while trying to process the blonde's words. Her lips curled up into a dopey smile, and she turned on her heel. After all, she had to get ready for her date with Brittany.

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