A/N Hey. Sorry this chapter is short, I wanted to write more but my mind is really fuzzy and i thought writing would clear it but now its 11:51pm and i dont know what i'm doing with my life. But i hope you like this chapter, hopefully i can find the time to write longer chapters. Bye for now

Brittany taps her fingers against the cool wood of the desk impatiently; she's waiting for a phone call that is exactly one hour and twenty eight seconds late, twenty nine now. Brittany checks her phone again for the millionth time, and is again, for the millionth time, disheartened to see that her lock screen shows no notification. She knows she's overreacting slightly, but she can't help it. She hasn't seen Santana in the flesh in over a week, Brittany is trying to get through her suddenly very large work load and Santana seems to be swamped herself at work.

Brittany reaches for her phone again but stops midway with her hand half outstretched. She purses her lips and clenches her hand, willing herself to drop her hand and not pick up her phone because she hasn't heard a thing yet and she will only disappoint herself. Brittany sighs heavily and closes her eyes, she's so tired right now, but Santana said she'd call and Brittany is not missing out on the possibility of phone sex, 'cause right now that's all the actions she's probably going to get. Just as her eyes disobey her and flutter shut, her phone makes an obnoxiously loud ringing noise, and Brittany cringes and scolds herself for turning it to the highest volume. She quickly picks up the phone, and a big sigh of relief comes out.

"Hey baby," Brittany says with a smile. That is, until a voice she knows doesn't belong to Santana speaks back.

"Baby? Look Brittany, we're good friends and all but I don't want be found at the bottom of the Hudson River because Santana's got jealousy issues." Rachel jokes back. Brittany almost throws her phone out of the window.

"Oh what the fuck," Brittany hisses, earning a laugh from Rachel.

"I'm guessing I wasn't who you were expecting"

"Yeah, I thought Santana was finally calling," Brittany sighs. She gets up from her desk chair and flops down onto her bed, pulling the cover over her legs and staring at the ceiling.

"It's almost 1 in the morning, why would she be calling so late?"

"Why are you calling so late" Brittany counters. Rachel laughs softly again.

"I'm calling because I wanted to check up on you, Kurt and I haven't seen you in ages, and not even we go to Lopez's." Brittany smiles at the thoughtful gesture. The smile quickly fades when she remembers that Rachel is talking to her when Santana should be on the other end of the line.

"That's sweet, but what if you woke me up? And I had an important test I had to take and you just ruined my sleep cycle?" Brittany teases, despite it not being Santana, it feels nice to talk to her friends.

"True, I guess I just totally hate you right now and can't stand the fact that you're studying when you should be hanging out with us" Rachel says dramatically, "now you've foiled my plan." Brittany smiles, but is interrupted by a yawn. Rachel scoffs.

"Weak ass pussy" she mutters under her breath. Brittany finishes her very loud yawn and blinks away the tears that formed.

"Sorry what?" Brittany questions, thinking that Rachel said something.

"I didn't say anything" Rachel replies rather quickly. Brittany looks at the phone in confusion before shaking her head.

"I'm probably so tired I'm hearing things." Brittany says exhaustedly. Rachel frowns at the tone of her voice. Man, she sounds really tired, Rachel thinks, now regretting the decision to call Brittany late.

"You should probably get some sleep Britt, you sound like you need it," Rachel says worriedly. Brittany hums in response.

"I need to wait for Santana to call me, we haven't spoken all day, and I'm going to be too busy tomorrow to talk again. That'll be two whole days." Brittany says through another yawn. Rachel silently curses, she wonders what so important to Santana that she can't call her girlfriend.

SANTANA'S LOFT

Santana stumbles through the door, fighting a yawn and the urge to collapse onto the floor and sleep right there. She hates the fact that so many people went on holiday at the same time, leaving her and a very small number of workers left in the lab. Because of this, she now has to work more hours that she should, only until enough people get back. However, she did manage to get tomorrow off, so that she can finally relax a little and hopefully see Brittany, who she hasn't seen in a very long time. Santana throws her shoes off lazily and stumbles to her room, pulling off her work clothes and throwing them messily around the room. She flops down on the bed in her bra and undies, relishing in the soft covers of her comfy bed. Her eyes flutter shut and she almost lets herself enter the realm of blissful sleep, but then she remembers a certain blue eyed blonde who she promised she'd call.

Santana forces herself up and rummages around her room for her phone, which she finds in the back pocket of her work pants. She softly gasps when she reads the time. 1:57 AM. She mumbles a string of curse words, she told Brittany she'd call her sometime at 11 PM, but at 11 she was analysing fingerprints. She contemplates calling Brittany now, but it's so late at night at she's afraid she'd wake her girlfriend. However, if Santana doesn't call, she knows Brittany will be upset with her for not calling at all. She hopes Brittany is somewhat free tomorrow, Santana really misses her, and even just ten minutes of seeing Brittany will relieve the pressure that's building on her heart.

Santana decides to take her chances, and calls Brittany. After a few long seconds of the phone ringing, the line clicks through and a tired voice speaks.

"Hello?" Brittany mumbles. The blonde had finally accepted the fact Santana wasn't calling and allowed herself to get the sleep she needed, but as her body relaxed and her mind drifted, it was pulled back into reality by the buzzing of her phone.

"Hey baby," Santana breathes out, "did I wake you?"

"Not really, I was half asleep. Waiting for you to call," Brittany says, fighting to keep her eyes open. Santana feels guilty, she should've at least texted Brittany to go to sleep when she knew that she'd have to stay back.

"I'm sorry I didn't call when I said I would, there were so many things I had to do and I couldn't do them all at once and…" Santana sighs, "I really miss you Britt."

"I miss you too San," Brittany says in a small voice, "I know things have been hectic lately, but I don't blame you. We both told each other at the start that we wouldn't always have time. So I understand, but I really wish you were here with me right now."

"Yeah, I wish I was there with you too." Santana says, suddenly feeling wide awake. She shuffles out of bed and puts on a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie, walking quickly to her door and grabbing her keys.

"What are you doing?" Brittany asks, hearing commotion on the other line.

"Nothing, just getting comfortable in bed," Santana lies. Brittany hums lazily and Santana knows she's going to fall asleep.

"Go to bed Brittany, we'll see each other soon, I promise. I love you." Brittany smiles and buries her face further into her pillow.

"I love you too," she manages to say before her eyes fall shut and sleep takes over. Santana's lips tug up in a smile and she hangs up the phone as she enters the lobby of her complex. She doesn't care if it's late at night; she wants to see Brittany, even if it's just to sleep next to her. Santana gets into her car and drives over to Brittany's campus, pulling into the parking lot of her dorm. Santana quickly makes her way into the building because outside is very dark and she doesn't want to get eaten by monsters, only by Brittany.

She walks quietly towards Brittany's door, silently sliding the spare key Brittany gave her into the lock and opening the door and closing the door as softly as she can. Santana smiles when she makes out Brittany's form on the bed, she's sleeping in a hoodie that Santana gave her, her hair is sprawled on the pillow and her limbs are everywhere. The only source of light in the outside street lamp shining through the window, but even in the dimness, Santana can make out Brittany's very tired facial features. She tip toes over to Brittany and kneels down beside her bed, Brittany is sleeping on her side and her face is in front of Santana. The brunette brushes a strand of hair out of Brittany's face and sighs.

"I love you" Santana breathes out, placing a soft kiss on Brittany's forehead. The blonde's face twitches and her eyes slowly open. Brittany's eyes widen in fear before a flash of recognition pools in her eyes and she realises Santana is in front of her.

"San?" Brittany mumbles out, her eyes trying to adjust to the dark.

"Yeah, sorry I didn't mean to wake you,"

"It's okay," Brittany says, sitting up and rubbing her eyes, "why are you here so late? Is everything okay?"

"Yeah" Santana says, before she sighs, "well no. I miss you Brittany, so damn much. And I hate that we have to go so long without actually seeing each other, I wish we weren't so busy. But that's life. I just couldn't stand another night sleeping without you. So I came here." Even though it's dark, Brittany can also make out the tired features of Santana's face. They're both so tired, and that's why Brittany is touched by the fact Santana would commute all the way to her dorm room just to see her.

"Thank you for coming, that means a lot, I know how tired you are too. I love you," Brittany says, pulling Santana into a hug. They stay like that for a few seconds, relishing in the much needed physical affection they have been denied this past week. Brittany makes room for Santana on the bed, and the brunette happily crawls under the covers. Their bodies automatically find a way to tangle together, and Brittany buries her head into Santana's neck while the brunette runs her fingers through the blonde locks.

"I have the day off tomorrow, so when you finish your classes or whatever, we can hang out." Santana says, she smiles when Brittany nods and she places a kiss on her forehead. "Goodnight Brittany, I love you."

"I love you too"

Brittany speed walks back to her dorm room, thanking the lord that her last class was cancelled. She almost jumped in joy when she heard her chemistry professor got gastro at the last minute and they couldn't find a replacement in time. That means her day is cut short and she can actually go and hang out with Santana like the girl proposed the night before. She had honestly thought it was a dream until she woke up with Santana's arms wrapped around her. Thinking about it brings a smile to Brittany's face and she eagerly pushes the key into her dorm room door and opens it.

Santana is strumming on her guitar that she left here ages ago when a blur of blonde flashes by and a body jumps into her, knocking her back on the bed. Santana laughs when she feels Brittany placing kisses all over her face.

"Britt! Ew stop, if you kiss my eye you'll give me pink eye!" Santana jokes, Brittany pulls away with a fake gasp.

"Oh no! We can't have that," she sighs dramatically, "I guess I'll have to find another place to kiss," Brittany leans down and places a kiss on Santana's lips. They kiss for a few sweet moments before Brittany pulls away.

"God, it's so nice to be with you again," Santana says, brushing some hair away from Brittany's face," I really missed you." Brittany smiles happily.

"I really missed you too, but you're here now. That's all that matters." Brittany says, rolling off of Santana and onto the bed. She sits cross legged next to Santana. "So, what were you playing?" Brittany points to the guitar on the other side of the bed.

"Oh, just this song I wrote, I was trying to find the melody." Brittany's eyes light up.

"Can I hear it? I love it when you sing," Brittany gushes. Santana blushes.

"Well… I did write it for you, so it's only fair you get to hear it." Santana says, shrugging.

"You wrote a song about me? Again? Ugh, that's so gay, what are you? Gay?" Brittany teases. Santana laughs.

"Brittany! We're dating each other, I'm your girlfriend," Brittany waves her hand flippantly.

"Whatever, you're still gay"

"I know you are, but what am I" Santana teases back.

"6 years old?" Santana laughs and shakes her head.

"More like 6 inches deep in your mom" Brittany's eyes widen and she gasps.

"Santana!" She scolds, slapping her shoulder lightly, "let's hear this song you wrote before you leave me and start writing songs about my mom instead." Santana laughs and picks up her guitar, resting her upper body on the wall. Brittany snuggles up to her and places her head on Santana's heart, listening to it beat steadily. Santana positions the guitar so that she can play it and not poke Brittany in the eye.

"I haven't written the whole song, just a few verses."

She takes a deep breath before strumming lighting, humming the tune in her head.

Heaven only knows where you've been
But I don't really need to know
I know where you're gonna go

The song sounds soothing and Brittany loves the way Santana strums the guitar, it's like her voice and the notes go hand in hand. Santana looks down at Brittany and smiles.

On my heart, where you're resting your head
And you just look so beautiful
It's like you were an angel

Brittany traces aimless patterns onto Santana's thighs as she listens to the song. She thinks she's still dreaming, and that soon she'll wake up to an empty bed with no music in her ears or no arms belonging to her girlfriend wrapped around her.

Can I stop the flow of time?
Can I swim in your divine?
Cause I don't think I'd ever leave this place

Suddenly Santana stops playing and Brittany looks at her in question. Santana puts her guitar to the side and grabs Brittany's hand, intertwining their fingers. Brittany can practically hear the gears grinding in her head, and she knows Santana want's to say something to her.

"Britt, I know lately things have been really crazy. And that we barely get to see each other, and if I could change that I would, in a heartbeat. But I can't, and as much as I wish this was a fairy tale movie where everything falls into place, it's not. It's real life, and things don't fall into place, you have to find the right piece in order to make the puzzle. It won't just appear in front of you." Santana says, before sighing, "I guess what I'm trying to say is, that things between us aren't always the best, and right now things are a little rocky because of our schedules. But as long as you're willing to the find the puzzle piece, then I am too."

Brittany stays silent for a second, processing what Santana just said. The brunette is slightly scared, wondering if she made sense or if she just sounds crazy. Brittany takes their intertwined hands and kisses Santana's knuckles lightly.

"I'll never stop trying to find the piece," Brittany simply says, but in Santana's head, she knows that means so much more. She knows what Brittany really means.

I'll never stop loving you.

a/n song used- lights down low by MAX. It's such a cute song you guys should check it out :) bye guys