So second new story in two days. I'm on a roll or something. There's a lot more to this so after I guage the response I'll post the next few chapters. Thanks for reading.

This story was inspired by "I'm Not Gonna Teach Your Boyfriend How To Dance" by Black Kids and "Let The Rain" by Sara Bareilles.

Marcus walked into the dance studio and immediately spotted his instructor. Her blonde hair was pulled back in tight ponytail and her smile reached all the way to her eyes. "You must be this amazing teacher I keep hearing about. I'm Marcus."

"Brittany," the girl answered, shaking his hand, "So I'm teaching you to dance for your wedding?"

He looked around at the wide-open space with mirrors lining one wall, reflecting the piano in the back corner next to a couch and a large stereo system, "That would be it. My mother and future mother-in-law thought it would be a nice engagement present since I have two left feet."

She nodded, "Alright, well let's get started."

After the hour lesson, Brittany was happy to be able to take a step back from the man. He was incredibly handsome and it was obvious he worked out, but his hand placement and a few other things about him, made Brittany uncomfortable.

"My fiancée is going to be really excited that someone was finally able to teach me how to not step on her toes," Marcus grinned. He was rubbing the small of his back, but seemingly still in good spirits.

Brittany forced herself to smile back, "You'll get better as long as you keep coming back."

"Believe me I will keep coming back," Marcus smirked, standing up straight.

Something about the way he smiled made Brittany think he was kind of hitting on her. This wasn't the kind of thing she was usually wrong about so she took a step back and asked, "Do you need anything else?"

"Oh no," he smiled and put his hands in the pockets of his khaki pants, "I'm having my car painted so my fiancée is going to come take her lesson and I'm going to take her car."

"Oh okay," Brittany nodded, trying to get away from him. She glanced at her bag that was by the back door, "Okay well I'm going to go get some water."

The sound of the front door opening and closing caused her to stop halfway to her bag.

"There she is!" Marcus called and Brittany whirled around, thankful for someone besides this creepy guy who put his hand a little too low on her back. However when she caught sight of Marcus's fiancée her heart stopped and then started racing.

Marcus walked over to a frozen Santana and put his arms around her. He took the keys out of Santana's hand and kissed her. When he kissed her, she unfroze and ran a hand through her hair. He smiled at her, "You're going to be so happy. Brittany is a genius."

Santana just nodded and saw him walk away out of the corner of her eye, but her eyes were glued to Brittany. The blonde just stared back, a shocked look on her face.

Brittany was finally able to move, "So, um, I guess I'm not going to have to teach you a whole lot."

Santana's eyes dropped to the ground, "I um...Can't ballroom dance. Sure hip-hop and jazz and stuff like that, but the whole..."

The blonde nodded. Even after all the years that had passed, Brittany could still know what Santana meant without having to hear it.

Brittany walked over to the stereo system and shuffled through some music. She looked over her shoulder and added in a hushed tone, "It's really good to see you."

Santana let out a faint smile, "You too."

After a deep breath Brittany started the music. She stood up, "Okay, well I don't know where you want to start."

"Let's start somewhere easy," Santana offered, "It's been a long day for me."

The blonde nodded. She stepped up to Santana. She wasn't sure if she would be able to put her hands on her without fainting.

Sensing the hesitation, Santana slowly picked up Brittany's hand and rested her other hand on Brittany's waist. The blonde looked flushed for a moment before putting her hand on Santana's wrist that was on her waist and moving it up to her shoulder, "He's supposed to lead."

"Oh yeah," Santana blushed. She overly aware of how much space was between them. It was too far and too close at the same time. She felt like if she moved at all, something horrible would happen.

Brittany cleared her mind, which usually wasn't all that hard, but now it was an uphill battle. "I, um...we're just going to start with a box step."

Santana nodded, knowing that that was. However she started to take a step forward and Brittany became rigid, stopping her forward progress.

"I'm supposed to lead," Brittany smirked and gently guided Santana backwards.

"Sorry," Santana mumbled trying not to make eye contact.

After a few minutes, Santana finally asked, "What are you doing here? Last I heard you were in a dance company that toured the world." She didn't add that last she heard meant the last time she sent a private investigator looking for her.

Brittany chuckled, "I am. I'm just in town for a few months during our break and Mike asked me to help out."

"Oh," Santana nodded.

The music and the dancing slowed down significantly. Santana felt a huge lump in her throat. This couldn't have happened at a worse time. She'd been keeping track of what Brittany was doing since she left to join a dance company. They stayed close for a while, but the phone calls became less frequent and a lot shorter. Every time she'd see someone dancing, or walking down the street humming, or some times it was just someone with blonde hair that would bring up the memory Santana realized that Brittany had faded out of her life without ever really knowing how Santana felt about her. Ever since her days have been various shades of gray. They are mundane. When Brittany left, she took the color with her.

Now here they were, fate or coincidence bringing them back together again. Two weeks before Santana's wedding no less. Santana shook her head as they danced. Life was not being kind to her.

Brittany was having trouble controlling her breathing. She felt like if she breathed too heavy Santana would know she was super nervous, but if she stopped breathing she'd pass out. At that moment there was no in between and Brittany was already light headed.

Something came over Santana and she wrapped both of her arms around Brittany's neck pulling their bodies together. Brittany tilted her head instinctively so that her lips were a whisper from Santana's. Santana's instincts took over and she leaned forward, brushing her lips against Brittany's. The blonde seemed hesitant, but a feeling of familiarity and warmth took her over and she pulled Santana impossibly closer.

Finally Brittany pulled away and wrapped her arms around herself, "I…you…you're getting married."

Santana's eyes dropped to the floor and she pulled her jacket tight around her. Her answer was barely a whisper, "I'm sorry. I don't know what happened. I just…seeing you…" She chanced a look up at Brittany, "You're still so…gorgeous. And your eyes they…" She was getting frustrated because the words she wanted weren't coming out of her mouth.

Brittany dropped her arms and a tiny smile rested on her face, "I know. Me too."

The moment had passed, but Santana could feel another one creeping over her. The way Brittany could read her mind and feel exactly what she was feeling at the moment was overpowering. She tentatively reached out and took Brittany's hand.

The blonde for her part couldn't stop herself from intertwining their fingers. A blaze shot up her arm and through her entire body. She hadn't felt that way since the last time Santana touched her.

"Maybe we should forget about the rest of the lesson today," Santana suggested.

Brittany nodded, knowing that they weren't going to get a whole lot done that day. "That's fine. Do you need a ride?"

"I can just take a cab," Santana waved her off, hoping that Brittany would insist on taking her.

"It's really not a problem," Brittany looked down at their connected hands, "Please?"

Santana nodded, accepting the invitation.

After gathering their things, Brittany led Santana out the back door to a small ally containing her car. As they were driving along, Santana would tell Brittany when to turn and where to park in front of her building but other than that, it was silence.

When Brittany pulled to a stop, she looked over at Santana. "Do you want to come up?" Santana asked hopefully, "I can make hot cocoa and we can…talk?"

The blonde immediately nodded, wanting to be with Santana as long as possible.

Once inside, Santana sat Brittany on the couch while she went into the kitchen to make the cocoa. Unable to resist a look around, Brittany stood up and walked around the small living room, looking at the sparse decorations. Unable to find a picture of Marcus anywhere, Brittany scanned all the pictures of Santana's family, most of whom she recognized.

Then, when she got to the pictures on the mantle, she gingerly picked up the picture, looking down at her own smiling face. It was taken at the orientation of their first semester of college. They were both smiling, donning their NYU sweatshirts. That was six months before Brittany dropped out to tour the world with a prestigious dance group, leaving Santana in New York.

A warm presence engulfed her. She leaned back, not surprised when she leaned back into Santana. She felt Santana's hands slide around her waist and Santana's chin rest on Brittany's shoulder. "I love that picture."

"Me too," Brittany whispered. She replaced the picture and closed her eyes. Having Santana's arms around her again was incredible. She loved it, but something in the back of her mind was nagging at her. She stepped out of Santana's embrace and turned around with her arms wrapped around herself, "We can't do…this." She sighed and tried to avoid the disappointed look on Santana's face, "You're getting married."

"I just…" Santana reached out and grasped Brittany's hand, pulling her back. This time Brittany didn't resist. When their bodies crashed together, she buried her face in Santana's neck. She clutched the back of Santana's jacket in her hands, hanging on for dear life.

They stood like that, in the middle of Santana's living room for ten minutes, just holding on to each other. But finally, something broke the silence. The shrill ring of a phone cut through the still air. Santana reluctantly let go of Brittany to run into the kitchen and grab her phone. "Hello?"

"Hey hot stuff," Marcus said on the other end of the line, "Do you need a ride back from the dance studio?"

"No," Santana walked back into the living room to find it empty. She looked around for any sign of Brittany, but when she found none, she sighed falling back on the couch.

"Do you want me to get some dinner and bring it to you?" he asked.

"Yeah that's fine," Santana huffed. She could care less. She wasn't hungry. She just wanted to be around Brittany.

Marcus showed up to her apartment an hour later with dinner. They ate in relative silence, their eyes glued to the TV. Santana did everything she could to keep Marcus from spending the night like he usually would have. She needed time to think. He finally gave up on staying and kissed her goodbye.

Santana picked up the picture of her and Brittany before laying down on the couch. She thought that she'd moved on. She thought she'd be okay. Life had other plans for her. Her wedding wasn't going to happen easily. This wasn't something the wedding planner could fix either. She fell asleep on the couch, trying to sort out her feelings.