When I get back to my apartment it's a little past 11 and Quinn, as usual, is sitting on the couch playing her game boy. I may tease her all the time for it, but I steal it and play when she isn't home. She gets pissed at me because I always ruin whatever game she's playing, but whatever.

"Out with Brian?" she calls from the couch.

Brian is this guy I hang out with every so often. I met him at school. We are nothing more than friends, but Quinn and Brian (no matter how many times I tell them both otherwise) don't seem to think the same way.

"Yep," I say and plop down next to her, kicking out my feet to rest on the coffee table.

"San, its 11 on a Friday night. What are you doing home?"

"Well, it's good to see you too Quinn." I say as I pat her leg. I should be asking her that question. Quinn is the one who is never here and always out working on her big art project that I keep hearing about.

"Oh, come on San. I didn't mean it like that." I know that she didn't, but still. If I want to be home on a Friday night, then I will be. "You know that I love seeing your beautiful face," she jokes taking my face in her hands and squishing my cheeks together.

I curl up my nose in disgust. "That's because I'm the hottest bitch up in this town. Everyone should be so lucky as to get to look at this," I tease, but I'm not teasing because I know I'm hot.

Quinn just looks over at me with an expression I can't exactly read. Quinn is a really hard person to read and, although I have known her most of my life, I can never quite tell what she is thinking. "Is everything all right with you?" her voice is soft and her tone serious.

"What do you mean?"

"It's just that you don't really talk that much anymore. I mean, you used to sit here and tell me about all the stupid people in your classes. Or go on some rant about how school is just a prison that is draining the life from you, but now you just come home and disappear." I want to scoff at her, but something in her face tells me that she is being serious.

"I don't know what's going on with me," I sigh because it's true, I don't know.

Maybe I am just stressed about school? Taking six classes this semester is proving to be a mistake. I am just thankful that my dad is paying for everything outside of my scholarship because I definitely can't handle a job right now.

"Santana, I'm your best friend," she lets out in a soft tone, turning her whole body to face me. "I know when you are not yourself. And as your best friend, I think that you need to get laid." I let out a sharp gasp.

"Quinn!" I shout.

"Santana I am just trying to help! Look, when is the last time you have been with anyone?" I shrug because I haven't actually thought about it. The last person I slept with was Puck and that was almost two years ago. I stopped sleeping around when I admitted to myself that I'm not attracted to guys. "Maybe you and Brian should hookup."

I grab the nearest pillow and smack her with it. "Shut it Fabray! You have no room to talk. I mean have you ever even had sex?"

Quinn's face hardens at my words. Her eyes narrow and her tone drops when she speaks, "I had a baby in high school Santana and I am not about to go and make that mistake again."

I know that is a sore subject for Quinn so I don't bring it up again.

"Brian is just a friend," I breathe out. "We study together. That's all. I don't even want to sleep with him."

"Why not, San? He's hot. You're hot," she tries to reason. I just drop my face into my hands and shake my head. Quinn can be very persistent when she has an idea. It's how she became captain of the Cheerios in high school. "Just think about it," and then she stands up and disappears into her bedroom.

Truth is, I don't want to think about it. I don't want to sleep with Brian. I don't want to sleep with Puck. Or any other guy for that matter.

I just grab the blanket that's on the end of the couch and cuddle up with myself because I am way too tired to get up and go into my room. Mercedes had asked Quinn, Rachel and I for help to move into her new apartment across town. I have been up since five this morning and now I just can't move.

So I won't.

/

I wake up to the smell of coffee and a very awake Quinn. She is such a morning person and it's pretty annoying because I can never drag myself out of bed in the morning. It takes me at least a half hour of slipping in and out of consciousness before I can muster up enough energy to get myself up.

But since Quinn is hovering over me and offering me a steaming hot cup of coffee, I guess I can make an exception just this once.

"Mornin," Quinn sing-songs offering me the cup in her hands and sounding more awake than should be allowed at this hour. Actually I have no idea what time it is, I just assume it's early because Quinn is always up at the ass crack of dawn.

"Ugh," I groan and slowly sit up to take the cup from her hands. "What time is it?" I ask while taking a sip of coffee. It burns on the way down, but it feels so good. My back hurts from sleeping on this damn lumpy couch and since I was so tired I literally fell asleep in a ball and didn't move all night. I stretch out and sigh at all the pops along my spine.

"Its 7:05," Quinn replies in a chipper voice.

"Q, you do realize it's a Saturday, right?" I look around the living room that is still somewhat dark because the sun hasn't reached the windows yet.

"Yeah and..." she trails off.

"So, why is your crazy ass out of bed this damn early on a Saturday?"

"You know Santana, not everyone can just lie in bed all day and do nothing. Some people actually like social interaction. You know, with people, as in human beings."

"Hey," I scoff. "I can't help that everyone else is a loser. Let's face it Q, we're lucky I can stand your company." Quinn and I are so different. We don't like the same things and we are almost complete opposites, but she still somehow manages to be my best friend.

"Oh, San, please. We both know how lost you would be without me." I roll my eyes at her, but can't help but agree. "You would starve to death and the cops would come find your cold, dead body withering away in your bed because you are too damn lazy to get your ass up to get to the grocery store or even to the refrigerator for that matter to feed yourself."

"I am doing a public service. Q, you know if I go to the grocery store, somebody won't make it out alive. I mean people stand, just stand, right in front of you with their carts. And don't even get me started on the coupon people. I mean, my God, it's just 15 cents."

Quinn starts laughing at me, while I am actually getting flustered just thinking about the oh-so-wonderful adventures of the grocery store.

"Whatever Santana, but you better be in a good mood later when we go to lunch. And you better get along with Rachel," she points a finger at me.

"Yeah, why do I have to go again?" I ask as I take another sip of my coffee.

"Because Rachel wants us to meet her new roommate." I scoff at Quinn's answer because since when are Berry and I friends. Last I checked she was still an annoying little toy sized human. "San," Quinn warns, "you owe Rachel and I know deep, deep, deep, deep down inside that seemingly cold heart of yours, you actually like her. I also happen to know that you feel guilty that you killed her fish last week."

I let out a long sigh because, yeah, the little midget is annoying as hell. And, yeah, I would love nothing more than to stick a sock in the ginormous mouth of hers and never hear her talk again, but she is as loyal as friends come and it's actually a pretty endearing trait in this world. And how the hell was I supposed to know that a fish would die if I accidentally put a drop of tequila in the bowl?!

"Okay, fine." I say with some bitterness, "but I can't promise I'll be happy. So, what's this girls name anyway?"

"Her name is Brittany and Rachel says that you better be nice to her because she really needs this girls help with the rent and if you scare her away, she will 'accidentally' kill you."

"Berry did not say that!" I almost shout because, come on Rachel doesn't have the lady balls to threaten me. I am bad ass Lopez, I gave her fish tequila. She knows what I am capable of. Even though it might have been on accident, but she can never know that.

"Okay, she didn't, but I am saying that," Quinn retorts. "I know how you can be, Santana, and Rachel and I would really like to enjoy this lunch without you making it a living hell."

"Fine. I'll play nice, but if this girl is asking for it, there is only so much I can do to contain my inner Snixx." I give Quinn my winning smile before getting up off the couch and heading towards the bathroom to get a shower.

/

"You guys," I whine as Quinn and Rachel drag me through the doors of the large building.

Turns out, because I woke up so early, I've had a major headache all day and now I am really hungry. This is why I stay in bed. It is literally hazardous to my health to get up so early.

"Santana, shut up," Quinn shoots at me. It also turns out that Quinn has received the benefits of my bitchiness today as she was the cause of my trauma. "So, Rachel, is Brittany going to meet us at the restaurant later?"

"Actually, I think she is coming to meet us here. She had a meeting or something with one of her teachers and I told her we can all go together from here." Rachel turns towards me. "Santana I would really appreciate it if you made her feel welcome. I know that you don't particularly like me, but don't shun this poor girl just because she lives with me."

"Berry, please. If you are worried that she will steal your spotlight in terms of me verbally harassing you, then you have nothing to worry about because as far as my insulting goes, you will always be number one on my list." I set my bag on the floor and drop down.

"And I already gave her a verbal warning," Quinn adds and joins me on the floor.

"I am capable of being nice," I say while giving Rachel a glare. Other people are starting to file in and there is a slight buzzing sound ringing around the room.

"Really, because that would be a side of you, Santana, that I have never seen." Rachel sets her stuff down on the floor and begins doing these weird leg stretches that I haven't even thought about since my last day of Cheerios. I decide to get up and do the stretches with Rachel.

When I was on the Cheerios in high school, my least favorite thing to do was stretch. I absolutely hated it. It was probably because I wasn't all that flexible in the beginning. I was eventually able to do it without it making my legs feel like they were going to fall off.

Quinn gets up and lifts one leg so that it's fully stretched out above her head and she is balancing on the other one. Is there anything that Quinn can't do? God it's so annoying.

I let out a grumble before turning away from them. I need to use the restroom before this stupid class starts.

We all decided one day that it would be a great idea to take a spinning class. I absolutely hate it, but since I already paid so much money, not only to be a member of the gym, but also for this class, I keep coming. That and Quinn always drags me here against my will.

I am walking into the bathroom and already have my headphones in my ears because I can't stand listening to Quinn and Rachel gossip during the class. I like to be at peace while I exercise. So, I have my ear phones in and I'm trying to put together a playlist before class starts. I push open the door and as I'm stepping in, someone is stepping out.

The next thing I know is that my back hits the door handle that's behind me.

"Shit," I cry out, my eyes pinched shut. My hand shoots behind my back to rub at the sore spot. That's going to bruise. I know it.

I'm so disoriented that I don't even realize that I hit the door because someone pushed me into it.

All the sudden I feel hands wrap around my shoulders. I open my eyes to find bright blue ones staring right at me. She is saying something to me, but I can't hear anything because my head phones are still in. I reach up and quickly pull one out.

"-okay? I swear I didn't see you there," She says, panic written all over her face.

"Damn," I say. "You should be a linebacker or something." I try to make it sound snarky, but I don't think it does because her mouth curls up into the tiniest smile.

"Are you okay?" she quickly asks again, ignoring my comment.

"What? Y-yeah. Totally. I'm fine. I feel like someone just threw a cement brick at my back, but I'm fine." I stare at her a little longer than I probably should, but it's almost like I can't help it. She is really beautiful and anyone who isn't blind could see that. And those damn eyes. I shake my head to stop myself from starring.

I push away from the wall and reach for the handle of the other door again.

"Well, nice running into you," the girl says. I turn around to look at her again. She winks at me before stepping out into the hall.

That was weird.

I get back into the room where the spinning class is and take my seat next to Quinn.

I really don't want to do this today. I still have a headache from this morning and now it's pounding even more. The spot on my back that hit the door handle keeps rubbing against the back of the seat on the bike, causing little jolts of rain to rush over my body. Not to mention, the thoughts that are running through my mind from the person who caused the accident to happen.

Why did that girl wink at me? She was really beautiful. Her eyes were so blue too. Why the hell am I still thinking about it? About her? I probably won't ever see her again anyway.

I don't know if it's the lack of sleep or the pain, but I am starting to get dizzy. I get up from my bike and head toward the door in the back of the room. One of the compromises for dragging me to this place was that we sit in the back of the room. Quinn and Rachel don't even notice me leaving, probably because they are too absorbed in whatever they are talking about.

I make my way to the drinking fountain, grasping onto the wall for support. The water is so much colder than the water in my water bottle. Immediately I feel a little better. Not so dizzy anymore, but still not feeling too good.

"Hey," I hear a voice call from down the hall. I turn to see a familiar blonde walking toward me. "Are you all right?" she asks in a soft voice.

"I'm fine." I say quickly not wanting to embarrass myself any further. She comes to a stop right in front of me and I can't help but notice the way that her skin is glistening. She is wearing a low cut top, showing off her toned chest. I shake my head because I am staring again. "Do you just hang around the hallways or something?" I ask, bringing a hand to wipe away the sweat on my forehead.

"I work here. I'm a personal trainer. I just started and I only have one client, but she pays really well."

"Oh?" I ask a little intrigued. That would explain how awesome her body looks. She is so toned its ridiculous...and incredibly sexy.

"Yep! Her name is something Motta?"

"Sugar? Sugar Motta?" I ask.

Brittany thinks for a moment before answering. "That sounds right. You know her?"

"Yeah, I have a few classes with her. She says she only goes to school for the experience."

"Yeah, that sounds like her. I am actually here to meet some friends." I fold my hands across my chest. "They're in a spinning class or something? Then we are going out to lunch."

"Brittany?" I question.

"Um…yes," she answers hesitantly. Her eyes narrow at me.

"I'm one of the friends," I say, giving her a slight smile.

Her eyes relax in recognition. "Santana?"

My smile grows and stretches across my face. "How'd you guess?"

"Well," she slides over to the other side of me and leans up against the wall, "you're not Rachel. Obviously. And she told me Quinn was blonde. So, that leaves you. Santana."

I nod my head before speaking again. "So, you live with Rachel?" she nods. "I'm sorry," I say.

Brittany lets out a small giggle and I swear it's my new favorite sound.

"Why?" she laughs. "I know I've only been there for a couple of days, but she seems really nice." While Brittany is talking I can't help but watch her, she is so interesting, yet I know nothing about her. "Wait? Rachel's not some secret cereal killer who is going to steal all my fruit loops and eat them all is she? I knew it. I was getting a weird vibe from her."

"What?" I laugh. "No. Rachel is harmless. She just talks way too much and sings all the time." I say between breaths because I am laughing so hard. "But, your fruit loops might be in danger because those are my favorite and Quinn never buys them."

"Oh, so you're telling me you are the one I should be watching out for?" Brittany playfully pushes my shoulder. I let out a soft laugh and shove her back. "But if you like Fruit Loops so much then why don't you go to the store and buy them?"

"Um, well, me and the grocery store don't get along. I can't stand all the people. They either move way to slow or just stop and stand right in front of you. I just-I can't go there." Normally I would be embarrassed for revealing this about myself with someone so new, but something about Brittany is just comfortable. Her presence is comforting. "Quinn never gets fun food. She only gets that really weird cereal that tastes like cardboard." I make a discussed face just thinking about it. That cereal is seriously the worst, but I have no choice but to eat it because that's what is in the apartment.

"Well," Brittany sing-songs, "I always have fruit loops at my place, so if you ever want any you can come over and get some. Oh but you have to bring your own spoon and bowl." I just look at her quizzically for a moment and then she smiles a little. "I'm kidding," she adds when I don't say anything.

"Yeah," I say. "I knew that," except I didn't really. Now she looks at me with one eyebrow raised as if she knew that I thought she was being serious. "Okay fine," I finally let out. "I didn't know you were kidding. It's just- I thought that maybe Rachel had given you some crazy ass rule about not letting anyone outside the two of you using any of your dishes." Rachel is weird like that.

Brittany starts to laugh a little.

"Rachel would do that?" she suddenly asks seriously.

"Well, she is always coming up with weird rules whenever I go over there, so I dunno. Maybe?" Rachel is one of those people who are super particular about everything that she does. "One time I came over there and she wouldn't let me touch anything that was green. She never told me why but now that I think about it, she was probably just doing that to me to piss me off." I say sort of thinking out loud.

"Do you two not get along or something?" Brittany looks up to meet my eyes.

"I guess it would appear that way to someone who doesn't really know our dynamic. I kind of pick on her, but that's just how I am with people. Rachel is a really good friend." I admit.

"You know, Rachel told me you might be a little hard to get along with, but I don't understand what she was talking about. You seem like a really nice person," she admits and I swear I see a bit of blush forming oh her cheeks.

"Really? She told you to watch out for me?" Brittany nods. I am really not surprised, but I wanna know what Brittany thinks about me. For some reason I feel the need to impress her. "You are probably the only person on this planet who would say that I am nice."

"Well that's because it's true," she shrugs while flashing me with her gorgeous smile.

/

I return to the class a couple of minutes later, but it's to no avail because the class is over.

As I walk in Quinn is already insulting me. "Santana" she cat calls. "Rachel and I were thinking about calling up Britney Spears and seeing if we can't get you an audition for a backup dancer." Quinn is laughing hysterically and when I look to Rachel she has a frightened expression.

"Quinn!" Rachel screams "Santana, I did not say that I swear!" Rachel seems genuinely frightened that I am going to hurt her, it's good to know that the fear still lives within her even after all these years that we have been friends. Lopez has still got it.

They must have been talking about our night out a few weekends ago. I was really drunk and I apparently tried to get on stage and dance. I made a complete fool of myself. I don't remember a thing about it though.

"Relax Berry. I know you don't have the guts to say anything like that about me and even if you did, Quinn would never tell me because she knows I would go all Lima Heights on your ass." I say before I turn to Quinn and give her a death glare. "You better sleep with one eye open tonight Fabray." I swear these two are impossible sometimes.

Quinn just rolls her eyes as at me. I continue to walk past them and over to the wall to gather my things. I am just about to pick up my over-sized gym bag when I feel something pokes me in the ribs.

"Hey," Brittany sings. "I just met you. And this is crazy." Is she really singing this song to me? "But here's my hand, so let me help you maybe?" she extends her arm out towards me and grabs the strap of my bag. My eyes momentarily widen before they go back to normal size.

"I mean just...wanky." I say when she reaches to grab the bag from my hands. She stares at me with a blank expression. "You did not just sing a version of 'Call me Maybe' did you?" I ask because everyone knows that when you hear that song, it's stuck in your head for days. I just got it out of my head because Rachel had been singing it nonstop since Wednesday.

"What? You didn't like it?" Brittany asks with a small pout.

I didn't me to upset her. It's just that song is super annoying. "No, I mean, you have a lovely voice, I just- that song gets in your head once you hear it. Ja feel?" I heard that on a movie the other day and I really wanted to use it.

"Ja definitely feel," she responds back with a smirk. "I love that movie," what are the odds.

"Hey, me too. What's it called again?" I ask and bend down to pick up my water bottle that is still on the floor.

"37 Jump Street... wait, that doesn't sound right," she says as she lifts her hand to her chin. "21 Jump Street," she corrects herself after a few moments.

I let out a soft laugh and we begin to walk toward the doors that lead out of the room. She gets to the door first and holds it open for me.

"Thanks," I mumble. "You don't have to carry my bag you know? I can handle it," I say.

"Can you?" she asks. "I saw you trying to pick this thing up, it looked like you were going to topple over. I think you can actually fit inside this bag if you tried hard enough," she says it as if she is actually considering the idea. "We should totally try that sometime." I assume she is joking, so I let out a nervous laugh.

"You're hilarious," I say because it's true.

"Hilarious or crazy?" she winks at me again and I feel something flutter inside my chest.

"Definitely hilarious," I smirk at her.

"Most people think I'm weird, so thanks," she admits in a small voice, suddenly not seeming so confident.

"I don't think you're weird at all. In fact, I've only know you for like what, two hours? And I can already tell you are awesome." Brittany lowers her gaze to the floor and smiles shyly. She scuffs her foot across the floor and looks up at me.

"I can tell you are awesome already too," she breathes, avoiding eye contact.

"Most people would say I am a bitch, so thanks." I repeat what she had said a moment ago.

She smiles at me before speaking again, "So are you coming with Quinn to our apartment? They were going to help unpack the rest of my things."

"Oh. Uh- yeah I guess I could help too. I mean, I don't know how much help the hobbit and her side kick will be, so I am your best bet to getting anything done anyway."

"What do you mean by that? Rachel was pretty helpful when I moved the stuff inside." Brittany looks at me like I am talking about a different person. Which I kind of am. Ever since our last year in high school, Rachel and Quinn have become really close friends. It's still really weird seeing as most of Quinn's high school career was dedicated to making Rachel Berry cry. When they are together, they are total nut cases. Quinn is my best friend but even I can't get her to act like she is having that good a time. They always end up getting distracted by something though.

"Oh, you'll just have to see for yourself," I say before smiling back at her. "I do have to stop by my place before I head over though. Rachel wanted to borrow a few of my movies."

"Okay" Brittany says before handing over my bag. She was right when she said I would almost topple over because it almost happens again. I stumble to my right and she quickly grabs my elbow to steady me.

"Careful," she laughs. "You sure you can handle that bag?"

"Yeah, I totally got this," I say while adjusting the strap on my shoulder so I can carry it better. "The weight just caught me off guard is all?" I am not used to carrying all this stuff in my bag. I forgot to take my computer out earlier, so it's extra heavy right now.

"Alright," Brittany lets go of my elbow and I immediately miss her touch, though I am not really sure why.

/

When I get to Rachel and Brittany's apartment they are already almost finished with moving Brittany's things into her room. I should really say that Brittany is almost finished because Quinn and Rachel are sitting on the couch watching what I can only assume is some Broadway thing Rachel insisted that Quinn watch. Quinn isn't really into the whole Broadway scene like Rachel is, but she likes to sit and make fun of it. It's actually really funny because Rachel gets really agitated trying to defend everything. Kurt used to be Rachel's go to person with all of these things, but since we have been away at college she has taking it up with Quinn. And since Rachel really loves Broadway musicals she will watch it with anyone who is willing, even if that means the person will only make fun of it.

Brittany comes to greet me at the door. "Hey," she breathes out. She sounds a little exhausted, but that's probably because she has been doing all the work.

"Hi," I greet back with a smile.

"You were right about those two. They were helpful for like 2 minutes before they just started watching this weird musical thing on Rachel's phone. Rachel said it was urgent and that this new Broadway girl will be her main competition in life or something like that." Rachel has been studying at this school called NYADA which is supposed to be some top of the line school specifically made for students who want to peruse careers in Broadway. She has recently made it her life's goal to scout for potential competition; anyone with an ounce of talent is an immediate threat to her. I guess it makes sense that she likes to watch these videos with Quinn because she points out all their flaws. "She asked if I wanted to watch with them, but I don't know anything about 'the Broadway' so I said I would rather move these boxes into my room."

"Ha, I don't blame you. That stuff is pretty lame if you ask me," I say. "Alright," I pick up the first box I see, "show me where to go."

Brittany bends to pick up another box as well and she nods toward the direction of her bedroom. There isn't much in her room, but why would there be? She did just move in a couple days ago. However she does have a gigantic poster of a duck hanging on her wall. I let out a short laugh when I see it.

"What's with the duck?" I ask with a huge smile on my face. I have just never seen an adult with an enormous poster of a duck hanging on their wall.

"That's Quackers," she says as if I should already know this. "I know it probably looks stupid because what adult has a picture of a duck hanging on their bedroom wall?" I let out a giggle that I tried to stifle and she looks a little hurt and very adorable. "Look a duck saved my life once okay," she says defensively and I can't help the silly grin that is spread across my face.

"I'm sorry- I- how did a duck save your life?" I ask because I really want to know.

"Oh, you don't want to hear the story. It's stupid," she looks down to the ground and I can see some color forming on her cheeks.

"Please?" I beg. "I promise I won't think it's stupid. And plus, how can it be stupid if it means that you're still here?" She still doesn't look like she is going to tell the story so I puff out my lower lip and give her puppy dog eyes.

She rolls her eyes at me and lets out a sigh. "Okay, so once I had the hiccups for a really long time. Like, for five days straight and one day I just decided that was it. I was going to die because my chest was hurting so bad from hiccupping all the time. Anyway, I decided that if I was going to go out like this, I wanted to do it in a peaceful place. So, I went to the park and laid down on one of the benches. Then out of nowhere a duck, Quackers I later named him, came up next to me and let out the loudest quack I have ever heard. He scared me so bad I almost peed my pants. But he cured my hiccups and saved my life."

I drop the box I am carrying on the bed. I collapse on the mattress and begin to roll around with laughter.

"I know, it sounds really stupid, but when you are four years only and have had the hiccups for five days straight, you start to think that the end is near." She looks around the room bashfully.

"Hey," I say and get up to stand in front of her. "It's not stupid." I am still smiling like an idiot and another laugh escapes my throat. "I didn't mean to laugh like that. I just have never heard anything like that before," she still isn't looking at me. I reach up automatically and I gently rub up and down her arm. She looks up to my face almost immediately, but she still doesn't look me in the eyes. It's almost like she is trying to decide if I am being truthful or not. "It's not stupid," I say again to prove my point. "It's really cute," when I say this she snaps her eyes to mine.

"Cute?" she asks her crystal clear blue eyes never leaving mine.

"Yeah, and that poster is just you paying respect to a childhood hero who saved your life." Brittany smiles now, it's not big, but her whole face seems to light up. My eyes flicker down to her lips and then back up to her eyes a couple of times. I awkwardly cough because I am pretty certain that I just thought about kissing her.

Right then her phone rings pulling us out of our eye contact. She looks down at the phone on her bed that says 'dad calling'.

"I have to take this," she says and goes to answer the phone and I give a slight nod. "Hello," she says while walking to the opposite side of the room towards the window. I just sit back down on the edge of the bed and continue to look around the room, though nothing particular is in here yet. "Yeah," I hear her say "dad, no I want to come," come where? I think to myself. "Okay," she sounds a little disappointed now. "Well when she wakes up can you tell her I love her?" Brittany's voice cracks a little and I hear her sniffle. "Okay," she repeats. "Thanks dad," she hangs up the phone and her hand immediately goes to her eye. I assume she is whipping away a tear or something.

"Are you alright?" I ask gently from where I am sitting on the bed. "Do you want to be alone? I can g-"

"N-no, please stay," she cuts me off between sniffles. "I'm okay." I stare at her for a moment, not quite believing her. "Really." Her shoulder slumping say otherwise.

"Okay. Well, do you want to talk about it?" I only ask because I really don't know what else to say. I know that if the situation was reversed I wouldn't really want to talk about it, but then again I might if it was Brittany asking. I just feel so drawn to her. Not just physically either. I mean, she is extremely attractive, but I feel emotionally drawn to her. Kind of like I have already known her for years instead of only a couple of hours.

"I- I don't want to make you listen to my sob st-"

"Stop right there, if it's making you this upset, it's not some sob story. And I would love to listen, if that's what you need," actually seeing Brittany cry is really heart breaking. She is so beautiful and she deserves to be happy all the time if possible.

"Well, my mother had a heart attack last night," Brittany comes to sit down next to me on the bed and when she says that I immediately put my hand over hers to comfort her. "I was calling my professors earlier to see if there was any way I could maybe reschedule my tests, but they said they couldn't do it." She sniffles again and I take a look at her eyes and see that there are tears forming. I raise my hand from hers and move it to her back. I make small circles there to try and calm her down. "They don't know how serious it is right now because the doctor couldn't get in to see her until this morning. They ran some tests and found there was something blocking her artery." I just keep listening and rubbing her back because I don't know what else to do. "She had surgery and I really want to go see her, but I can't and wh-what if this is the l-last chance I ever have?" she drops her head into her hands as sobs rack her body.

I pull Brittany into a hug as she cries onto my shoulder. "Hey," I whisper while my hand combs through her hair. "You can't think like that, okay?" I gently push her shoulders back a little so I can see her face, but she won't make eye contact. "Look at me," I gently tilt her chin up with a finger and she looks me in the eyes, "your mom will be okay, and you will get to see her again."

Of course I don't know that that is true or not, but what else do you say in a situation like this? She doesn't seem completely convinced either, but she has stopped shaking. I reach up to cup her cheek with one of my hands and whip away any tears that still linger there. Brittany leans into my touch a little and I find myself staring at her lips again.

"Rachel was so wrong about you," Brittany breathes and now I can't make eye contact. "I think you might be the sweetest person I have ever met." When she says this I meet her eyes again and find that they are nothing but truthful. I see her gaze lower to my lips this time and I feel myself parting and wetting my own.

It's the tiniest of movements, but I'm pretty sure Brittany is leaning in closer. My heart rate is speeding up. My eyes are falling closed.

"Hey Brittany, do you still need hel-" Quinn stops short and eyes us both for a minute. My hand is still resting on Brittany's cheek but I retract it quickly and scoot away. "Oh- Santana, when did you get here?"

I try to calm my erratic heartbeat. The way Brittany was just looking at me- Did she want to kiss me too? She's probably not even gay. Am I? I mean, it's not like that possibility has never crossed my mind. There has only been one incident where I actually liked a girl in that way, until now. That was back in high school though. Sure I find women attractive, but so does Quinn.

I must have been quiet for too long because Brittany answers Quinn and snaps me out of my thoughts. "She got here like 20 minutes ago." Have I really been here that long? I only moved one box. Shit, I'm not much help either. "We're finished now, so if you wanna go back out there with Rachel that's fine," Brittany smiles at Quinn.

"Oh, alright then. Sorry we kind of got distracted." Quinn says with an apologetic look towards Brittany.

"Don't even worry about it. Santana has been a big help," she smiles. "and distractions happen." Brittany turns her head toward me and grins. I just nod before looking back to Quinn in the doorway.

"I am actually going to head back to the apartment to grab some stuff, then I'll be back. Santana, I will see you when I get back."

"Y-yeah" I manage to get out. The sound of my voice surprises me. It's weak and unsure.

With that Quinn turns and walks out the door leaving me alone with Brittany again.

"So, you liked 21 Jump Street?" Brittany asks turning my attention back to her.

"Um- yes?" I say. I wasn't expecting her to ask about that. I don't really know what I was expecting, but it wasn't that.

"Me too. It's one of my favorites." Brittany tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. "I am actually going through a Johnny Depp phase right now. I am trying to watch all of his movies, which is actually really difficult because there are a lot. I mean A. lot." I laugh because she is being adorable again. I think this girl could make anything look adorable.

"Well, you are in luck then," I tap her knee. "Because Quinn and I love him. We have all the Pirates movies and a bunch of his old stuff."

"Pirate movies?" she asks confused, "like illegal ones?"

"No, no. The pirates of the Caribbean movies. You know, Captain Jack Sparrow?" I say in my best pirate voice. She stares at me like I'm crazy. "Oh come on, you haven't seen those? You can't be a Depp fan and not have seen the pirates movies."

"It's a recent phase," she says. "like two days ago recent."

"Well, if you would like you can totally come over and I will help you cross a few of those movies off your list. Like I said, Quinn and I have a lot of them, so we can make a pretty big dent." Brittany smiles back at me. Her whole face is lit up. Her eyes look so beautiful. I don't know if it's just because I just saw her so sad and I am happy to see her happy again, or her eyes are always this beautiful. Who am I kidding? I know they are always this beautiful. This is only like the tenth time I have thought about her eyes in the whole three hours that I have known her.

"I would love that," she replies.

"Cool," I say. "We can eat ice cream and sit in front of the couch all day. If you are free tomorrow, we can do it then? I don't have anything going on all day."

"Actually I can't." My shoulders drop at the news, Brittany must see my disappointment. "I'm kind of busy this week, but how about sometime next week?"

"Alright," she looks back at me and I see a hint of sadness written across her face. "Hey," I say softly. "You sure you're okay?"

"Mhm" Brittany's eyes scan my face then adds, "I have a feeling that everything will turn out just fine."

Let me know what you think... I have a few more chapters written, but I just want to know what everyone thinks so far.

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