If you wouldn't care I would like to leave

To Brittany: Brittany?

To Santana: that's what i said, didn't i?

Santana knew after that that it was definitely Brittany.

To Brittany: Yeah... Can I ask how you got my number?

Was that too forward? Should she have asked how she is first? Or why she's texting? She didn't know why Brittany was texting her, but she was going to find out.

Brittany replied a few minutes later.

To Santana: i have ways. plus it wasn't that difficult to persuade your loser friends to give it to me

Santana was confused. Should she be feeling annoyed that Brittany was calling her a loser? Happy? Shocked that Brittany got her phone number because she actually wanted to text her?

As Santana was thinking of a reply, her phone buzzed again.

To Santana: you wondering why I'm texting you?

How did Brittany know? How could she read her so well through text messages?

To Brittany: Well, yes. I am curious as to why you are.

To Santana: sorry for bailing on you today. i forgot about it

Santana smiled. Brittany was apologizing to her. Yes, it wasn't the best apology she had ever gotten, but it was one nonetheless.

To Brittany: It's okay. I understand.

To Santana: good. cause i am sorry

Brittany really was sorry. Santana had given up her free time to tutor her - yes, it was set up by their teacher, but she could have easily said no and made him choose someone else to tutor her. She wanted to help Brittany pass math so she could get into college, and she couldn't even turn up.

To Brittany: Will you be there on Monday?

To Santana: yes

Santana smiled.

To Brittany: Definitely?

Brittany smiled.

To Santana: yes

To Brittany: Okay.

To Santana: okay

Neither of the girls wanted the conversation to end; of course they'd never admit that to each other, but Santana felt confident enough to give it a go and see if it would continue.

To Brittany: So, how are things?

Brittany replied a few minutes later.

To Santana: we're not there yet, Lopez ;)

Santana blushed hard. She didn't know what to say. Was Brittany... No, she wasn't flirting. She couldn't be. She was probably trying to say the message in a nice way, after all, it is hard to portray emotion and seriousness over text. But whatever it was, Santana wanted it to carry on.

To Brittany: Yet?

Brittany was glad Santana had picked up on the flirting. She felt bad though because she doesn't like Santana in that way and doesn't want to lead her on. She wanted to stop, but before she knew it, she was texting back.

To Santana: yet

Santana walked down the corridor the next morning at school and to her locker; she entered her code and opened it. As she was looking for the books she needed, Brittany and Quinn approached from around the corner and stopped a few lockers down. They were obviously at Quinn's locker. They were talking and laughing about something that Santana couldn't hear, but she tried to make it out whilst taking books she needed out of the locker for her next class. She could hear Brittany's laugh alone this time and she'd never heard it before but it was so infectious, it made her smile slightly.

''Eavesdropping, nerd?'' Quinn Fabray spat in her direction. Santana's eyes widened as she shook herself out of her daydreaming and looked over towards the direction of the two blondes.

''No! No, I- I was just getting my books-'' Santana stumbled over her words before Quinn began walking over to her.

Before Quinn had a chance to get relatively close to her, Brittany was grabbing her arm and pulling her back. Santana couldn't take her eyes off of Brittany.

''Just leave it, Quinn. It's not worth it.''

Brittany looked at Santana so intensely Santana wanted to look away. But she didn't.

''You're right. Let's go If people even knew we were in a five mile radius of this nerd, they'd think we didn't appreciate ourselves enough.'' Quinn eyed Santana up and down once more before scoffing, turning her back and walking off down the hallway with Brittany.

Brittany looked over her shoulder back at Santana, but when she did. the girl was already gone.

''I can't believe she had the nerve to eavesdrop in our conversation like that! Thank God we were only talking about Kurt's drunken state! God knows what we could have been talking about.'' Quinn rambled on, still clearly annoyed about the whole situation.

''Mhm.'' Brittany quickly slipped her phone out of her pocket and tapped out a message to Santana. She felt bed for Quinn's outburst on her.

To Santana: sorry

She didn't want Santana to be upset about Quinn, she's always been really defensive about herself, and ever since the secret of her being pregnant in sophomore year slipped out thanks to Rachel Troll Berry, she tried to be extremely careful as to just who heard what she was talking about and who to.

Quinn looked up at Brittany after her lack of response to the girl's rant.

''Who are you texting?'' Quinn asked with a smirk.

''Huh? Oh. Just... my sister,'' Brittany named the first person who came into her head.

''Britt... your sister isn't old enough to have a phone.'' Quinn laughed.

''Right,'' Brittany laughed with her. She had sworn she had gotten away with it, but Quinn was a lot smarter than what people gave her credit for. Plus, her and Brittany had been friends for a long time and she totally knew when she was being lied to.

''No, seriously, who are you texting?'' She asked again. She tried to sneak a quick look at Brittany's phone but Brittany shielded it from the fellow blonde. ''A boy?'' Quinn sang.

''It's no one important. Trust me!'' Brittany reasoned, sliding her phone back into the back pocket of her ripped jeans.

''Whatever you say, Britt. Whatever you say,'' Quinn chuckled. ''Don't think I won't find out sooner or later.''

Brittany hoped it was the latter.

The bell rang which signaled the end of the school day; also the end of the working week. Well the end of the school work week for Brittany, anyway. It was Friday, so when she got home, she had to hurry and get changed before heading out for work like she did every night except for Monday and Thursday. Brittany's father is an alcoholic. There was no easier way to Say it. Brittany had come to terms with it, but it took her a while. Her father lost his job about two years ago for his disruptive behavior at work caused by drink. Brittany had tired to get her father to work, but he wouldn't commit.

A little under four years ago, Brittany's parents divorced. They were happily married for 25 years, had Brittany and her younger sister, Olivia, who is eight. They were the picture perfect family. Had picnics together, family portraits, ate dinner together every night. Over time, the relationship began to grow uncomfortable. They were constantly arguing and her parents - despite living together - felt distant from each other. Eventually, her mother filed for a divorce and Olivia and their mother moved just a little outside of Lima whilst Brittany lived with her father.

Her parents had agreed to not let Brittany move as she was already in high school and didn't want to disrupt that by making her move, so she lived with her father. She still regularly stayed in touched with her mother and sister, although only seeing them rarely.

Her father became extremely depressed after the divorce and turned to drink. At first, it started off with just an odd can of beer occasionally, and then once and night, and now all day, everyday. Brittany had tried to get her father help. She tried to take him to AA meetings and counselling, but he just wouldn't accept the help. And when he lost his job, Brittany knew she had to take responsibility to be able to pay for the house and food that they needed to survive. So, Brittany applied for two jobs - one working at a local store; stacking shelves, handing out food samples to customers and operating the cash register. Her second job is cleaning the cars, mowing the lawn, raking the leaves for the people in her neighborhood and a few close to her. She also had a summer job as well, for extra pay.

So, when she got home, she quickly made her father something to eat like she did every night, got dressed and left the house.

When Brittany got back that night, she pushed open the living room door towards where her father was, and saw that he was passed out and hadn't touched his food that she had made. She quietly walked in and picked up the empty beer bottles that had covered the floor and threw them out into the trash bag that had made resident in the corner of the room, where inside that, sat many other empty beer bottles too. She left the food where it was - on the coffee table - the food was wrapped up, so it wouldn't go off. She walked into the bathroom that was down the hallway and took out some aspirin from the cupboard above the sink for her dad to take and a glass of water from the kitchen. He'll need them in the morning. Brittany walked back into the living room and placed the glass of water and pills on the coffee table next to the food. She took one last look at the mess that her father had become before she sighed and exited the room. She pulled the door slightly a jar and walked up the on-the-verge-of-collapsing staircase, past her father's bedroom and into her's. She closed the door gently and fell onto her bed. As she stared up at her ceiling, the only thing she could think about was Santana Lopez.

AN: Sooooooooooooo, what did you guys think about 6x03? WASN'T THE BED SCENE AND THE PROPOSAL JUST BEAUTIFUL. I CAN''T BELIEVE IT'S ACTUALLY HAPPENING. The bed scene was probably my favorite out of the two scenes though. A Brittana scene which was longer than 5 seconds, had dialogue of them admitting how in love they are with each other, cuddles AND a kiss? What's happened to Glee? And the whole ''I will love you until infinity, Santana Lopez.'' ''I will love you until infinity too, Britt.'' WAS THE CUTEST THING. Anyway, so I hope you enjoy the chapter. I know it's short but I promise the next chapter will hopefully be longer. Enjoy!