Disclaimer: I do not own Glee. I only wish to own Brittana and keep them in my room.

A/N: Two years on hiatus. I can't believe I left it that long... But I'm back and I am determined to finish this baby of mine! Apologies for the grammar mistakes and thank you to all who have and will stick with this story till the very end! ONWARDS!

Chapter 6

"San... We..."

Brittany faltered. She looked away from Santana, the image of her face reminding her of the searing kiss the Latina had placed on her lips.

"We what, Britt?" Santana prodded apprehensively.

Brittany cleared her throat. "We went to sleep." She wasn't exactly lying. "I mean, after your drunk strip show, I got you into bed." She turned her gaze back to Santana who looked slightly deflated but relieved, nonetheless.

"But you stayed the whole night?" The Latina proceeded to ask. "I mean, Quinn said she saw you leave in the morning... " She trailed off.

"I couldn't just leave you last night." Brittany replied sheepishly. "But I had to leave early. I didn't want to wake you up. You looked so... Peaceful sleeping." She concluded softly, her mind drifting off to when she had awoken earlier.

Earlier…

It was the sound of birds from the window that woke Brittany up from her sleep. They were twittering lightly, as if coaxing her to get up from the warm bed she lay in.

Brittany smiled softly into her pillow at the thought of birds trying to wake her up. It reminded her of Cinderella. With a sigh of content, Brittany relished in the warmth of her surroundings, the softness of her mattress and coziness of her duvet.

With eyes closed, she wondered how it would feel like having someone next to her in bed. She smiled at the thought of someone sleeping next to her, hugging her, needing her and keeping her safe and warm and… Someone fidgeted next to her. She frowned, thinking that it might have been her imagination. That or her want to have someone right next to her but before she could come to terms that, perhaps, it was all a figment of her imagination, she felt someone stir next to her again.

Suddenly, she felt awake.

Brittany shut her eyes tighter, her heart thumping hard against her chest at the sudden realization of where she was. The memories of the night before flooded her mind; Surprises, strip teases, kisses and verbal fights.

This wasn't her apartment.

This wasn't her room.

This sure as hell wasn't her bed.

Brittany was wide awake now but she refused to open her eyes. The birds had stop twittering and the only sound she could hear was the beating of her own heart..

She heard Santana exhale deeply and Brittany felt the Latina's breath tickle her face.

With some hesitation, Brittany forced her bleary eyes open and what she saw took her breath away.

Mere inches from Brittany's face, Santana was sleeping peacefully, her hair splayed out across her rosy cheek. Her chest was rising and falling calmly and her mouth was slightly open, a thumb lightly touching her lips.

Brittany felt her heart ache at the sight as all fear and apprehension suddenly disappeared.

This was something they could have had years ago.

She had it now but it wasn't completely hers. With a trembling hand, she slowly reached out and brushed the stray strands away.

Santana sighed contentedly in her sleep and Brittany couldn't help but smile at how adorable Santana was.

"What are you dreaming about, Sanny?" Brittany whispered, her finger caressing Santana's cheek. "What's in your head?"

She traced the corner of the Latina's mouth before slowly grazing Santana's lips. Slowly, Brittany withdrew her finger.

This wasn't hers; This moment, this experience. With a pang of hurt, Brittany shook her head. If she wanted this, it had to be the right way and she had to leave.

Putting a pillow in her place, Brittany got up and with one last glance at Santana's sleeping form, she left the room, completely missing the scowl that had suddenly appeared on Santana's face as she slept.

They lapse into silence for awhile, Santana taking in Brittany's words.

"Britt." Santana finally says after a few minutes. "I'm sorry."

Brittany bit her lower lip. "Sorry for what?"

"I know I was being such a bitch last night."

"San-"

Santana put her hand up, silencing Brittany with the sudden movement . "No, I am. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I was such a bitch to you and being a prick. It was just... Overwhelming seeing you again after all those years."

"5 years." Brittany supplied.

Santana nodded. "5 years. I guess... I forgot how to be me around you."

Brittany looked quizzically at Santana. "All you have to be is you, Sanny. You don't need to be someone else."

Santana smiled at the blonde softly. "Some things have changed since high school, Britt-Britt."

With a sad smile, Brittany nodded her head in agreement. "I know. "

Santana sighed. Why was everything so morbid and seemingly fucked up? This wasn't what she expected. Meeting Brittany and being morbid about things wasn't how she imagined it to be. She always thought she'd be okay, she'd be stable and she'd be over it. Apparently, she was wrong.

With a shake of her head, Santana strengthened her resolve and returned her attention to Brittany who was watching her quizzically.

"Can we still be friends?" Santana blurted out. She regretted it immediately when a flash of hurt passed Brittany's face. "I mean," Santana back tracked. "You were my... best friend. I want that. I want to go back to..." She paused. "When things were easy and simple. When it was you and me."

Brittany smiled. "We can go back to that. Definitely."

Santana felt relief fill her. With a sure hand, she took the drink Brittany had ordered her and sipped, closing her eyes as she savored it.

Santana opened her eyes and gazed at an elated Brittany. "I've missed this."

Brittany blushed. She wasn't sure if Santana meant the drink or otherwise.

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