Author's note: here's chapter 2 guys. Sorry for the wait. Just a little bit more info, Artie can walk in this story. Also, Brittana might happen fast but... That's how I want it so, those of you that don't... Sorry for you. :) enjoy.

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London, England 1674 - The Orchards

The sun had finally started to come out as Santana and Brittany took a walk in the orchards. Santana had her dark, raven hair down and it was loose over her shoulders. Brittany had not stopped looking at her since they'd arrived. She kept thinking about Santana's possible reactions if she was to ask for a kiss. She really did not want to be told 'no' by this girl, especially considering her beauty.

"It is a lovely day, Miss. Wouldn't you agree?" Brittany asked, breaking the comfortable silence. Miss Santana smiled and turned her head to look at the blonde beauty beside her.

"Yes it is. I must say that it is better than it was last night. The rain kept me up." Santana said, slowly moving a stray hair out of her face and gently tucking it behind her ear.

"That's a shame, Miss Santana. A young lady should always get her sleep. We are rather moody if we don't." Santana giggled and nodded.

"We are, aren't we?" She agreed before stopping her movements and sitting down underneath the shade of a tree. Brittany watched as Santana smoothed out her dress and let her tanned legs rest in front of her. Brittany smiled and joined Santana underneath the tree.

"My father has not yet decided which of me and my brother is allowed to marry. He's said that he shall announce it at the Berry's Grand Ball in a month. I must admit that I am both pleased and disappointed. Pleased because it means that Samuel cannot turn into a cocky bastard, pardon my mouth, and disappointed because it means that I shall have to wait longer to be able to marry." Said Brittany, resting her back against the trunk of the tree.

"That's understandable, Brittany. My mother has ordered that I marry the first man or woman that chooses me to be their wife." Santana told Brittany and Brittany's mind raced to the thought of Samuel being interested in Santana as well. Fear was coursing it's way inside of her at the thought of Samuel being able to choose a wife first, "I am not fond of her orders. I can't stand the thought of having to marry someone that I might not even fall in love with."

"Yes, Santana. It's rather frightening." Said Brittany.

"Well, this may be a bit of a shock, Brittany but... I was going to ask if I could.. Well, if I could kiss you." Santana said shyly, bringing a smile to Brittany's face.

"That would be lovely, Santana." Brittany said and turned to face Santana, who was beaming at Brittany's answer. Brittany felt the butterflies starting to flutter faster and more frantically in her stomach as Santana leaned in. They were inches away from pressing their lips softly together and Santana could smell Brittany's perfume.

"Miss Santana, I'm afraid it is time to leave. Your mother would like you home urgently." Said William, interrupting Brittany and Santana's moment. Brittany jumped back at the sound of William's rough voice and Santana blushed a deep red.

"Yes, alright. Thank you, William." Santana said, looking at her dress so William could not see her blush, "Miss Brittany and myself shall be at the carriage in a moment."

"Yes, Miss." William said before bowing and walking back to the carriage.

"I apologize, Brittany. My mother can be quite demanding at times." Santana said.

"That's quite alright, Santana. Perhaps we should do this again another time." Brittany suggested with a rather disappointing tone in her voice. Santana nodded and leaned in, gently letting her plump lips linger on Brittany's. Brittany's eyes widened at Santana's bold move before she let them close and enjoyed the feeling of Santana's lips on hers. It was a soft kiss, but both girls were beginning to feel things they had never felt before and when the kiss ended, neither of them wanted to go.

"That felt lovely." Said Santana as the two of them pulled away. They helped each other up before Brittany spoke.

"Yes, it did. In all honesty, I've never felt anything like it." Said Brittany as the two girls started making their way back to the carriage.

"I must agree." Santana stated with a smile. Brittany lifted her hand and placed her fingers on her lips, where the tingles were still present. She smiled to herself and glanced at Santana, who was smiling just as greatly.

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London, England 1674 - The Pierce Castle

"Tubbington, she's perfect!" Exclaimed Brittany as she twirled around the study while her cat lay in his bed, staring at her, occasionally meowing at his owner, "Her smile is so genuine and her lips, so soft! Oh! And our kiss! Well, I must say Lord Tubbington, if I had to kiss her lips for the rest of my life, I'd be quite content."

"Meow!"

"Yes, she is. But her mother wants her to marry right away and has ordered that she marry the first man or woman that asks for her hand. The disappointing thing is that Samuel has taken an interest to her as well and father shall most probably let him choose a wife first. It's just not fair." Brittany explained.

"Miss? I'm sorry to interrupt but your father would like you in the great lounge." Said Emma. Brittany turned around and smiled before pressing a kiss to the cats head and then skipping out of the study.

"Father? Emma's told me you'd like to speak with me." Said Brittany as she approached her father in the great lounge. He turned around and smiled at his daughter.

"Yes, darling. Let's have a chat, shall we?" He said, putting his strong hand on her back, leading her out into the garden, "I've spoken to your brother while you were out."

"Alright. What would you like to speak to me about?" Asked Brittany as she gently lifted her dress as she walked down the steps.

"Well, firstly, I'd like to know whom you were with this afternoon, if you don't mind." Lord Pierce answered while himself and his daughter ventured further into the rather large garden.

"Of course, father. I was with Miss Lopez." Brittany replied, glancing at the flowers surrounding them, "Santana lopez."

"Ah, yes. I've heard of her from your brother. I must say, he's rather fond of her." Her father stated.

"Yes, well so am I. And I am certain that she is fond of me as well. She has no interest in Samuel." Brittany told her father firmly. He glanced at her before nodding, his hands behind his back.

"I've met her parents. Her mother seems rather impatient. It seems she wants her daughter married as soon as possible." He said. Brittany gave a knowing nod and held her hands in front of her.

"Yes. She's told me this afternoon... Before we kissed." Brittany told her father with a smile, "It was a lovely kiss, I must say."

"Are you out of your mind, child?" Lord Pierce asked, "I assume that this afternoon was more of a friendly outing than a date. You know better than to kiss a lady before the first date."

"Yes, father, I know. It was a date of sorts, I suppose. It definitely felt like it." Brittany said, stopping to smell the flowers that were sprouting out of the bushes, completely oblivious to the beaming smile forming on her fathers face.

"Yes, if you're sure, darling." He said, "Come along, we shall be late for lunch if we don't head back to the castle." Brittany nodded and smiled before following her father back to the castle.

"Oh, Miss, you have a visitor." Said Emma as Brittany entered the castle, following her father.

"Whom is it?" Brittany asked, following Emma to the front doors of the castle as her father made his way to the dining hall for lunch.

"Master Abrams, Miss." Said Emma as they reached the doors. Brittany cringed as the name of her former lover rung through her ears. She groaned as they came to a stop.

"Do I have to speak with him? I'd really like to avoid him." Said Brittany as Emma put her hands on the handle of the door.

"I understand, Miss, but he's assured me that he would just like to speak with you. Nothing more." Emma assured her. She sighed and nodded as Emma opened the door to reveal Artie Abrams on the other side, a hand in his pocket as a cocky grin formed on his face.

"Brittany. Always a pleasure." He said, placing a kiss to her hand. She nodded politely and pursed her lips angrily.

"Always address me as 'Miss Pierce', are we understood?" Brittany asked firmly. His smile grew as he bowed, making Brittany cringe.

"Of course, Miss Pierce." He said.

"Good. Now, what is it that you wish to speak with me about?" She asked as she turned and made her way to the great lounge, Artie following.

"Shall we have a cup of tea first?" Artie suggested. Brittany inhaled deeply through her nose as she sat down.

"Very well. Emma? Would you mind making a cup of tea for Master Abrams and myself?" She asked as Artie sat on the opposite sofa. Emma nodded and curtsied.

"Of course, Miss." She said before scurrying away to the kitchen.

"How have you been keeping, Brittany?" He asked, her eyes snapping away from her dress to look at his lips, watching a smug grin form on them.

"Miss Pierce." She reminded with a sharp tone.

"Miss Pierce," he said, "How have you been keeping?"

"Very well," Brittany answered, "Up until you showed up without warning." Arties face fell and he glanced at his feet before meeting Brittany's cold, blue eyes with his own eyes.

"Well, I am sorry to hear that, my love." He said in a daring tone. Her features hardened as soon as the words left the smug boys mouth.

"How dare you address me in such a manner?" She scolded, her sharp eyes piercing into his, "If I have to remind you once more how to address me, I assure you, I shall have a rabid dog feasting on your manhood within seconds... Or shall I say, boyhood, since you are quite clearly not a man." He flinched at her words and straightened his back.

"Very well, Miss Pierce," he said, "Where is that bloody woman with our tea?!"

"Be patient, for God's sakes." Brittany snapped, "She'll be back with our tea in a minute."

"Yes, yes. What's her name again? Emma? Is it?" He asked, leaning back.

"Miss Pilsbury." Brittany corrected and Artie raised his eyebrow.

"Brittany, she is a servant. I shall not address her as 'Miss Pilsbury'. It is not how a servant should be addressed." He said firmly.

"You shall address her however I tell you to." Brittany told him, "I don't remember you becoming God." Artie sighed frustratedly as Emma came back into the room with a tray. She carefully set it on the coffee table and filled both Artie and Brittany's tea cups, "Thank you, Emma."

"My pleasure, Miss." Emma said before giving Artie his cup.

"Thank you... Miss Pilsbury." He said, looking at Brittany who was firmly glaring at him. Emma looked at Artie with wide eyes and then at Brittany who just smiled and nodded. Emma smiled knowingly before nodding.

"You may have the rest of the afternoon off, Emma. In fact, take my father's carriage home. You shall have the day off tomorrow as well." Brittany said.

"Thank you, Miss. Are you positive you shan't. Be needing anything else?" Emma asked.

"Absolutely." Said Brittany before sipping her tea.

"Alright, thank you. I shall be going. Good afternoon, Miss Brittany. Master Abrams." Said Emma, bowing her head before leaving.

"Now, you have your tea. What is it that you'd like to talk about?" Asked Brittany.

"Well, I suppose I shall just get right to the point."

"Yes, please do." Brittany said. Artie cleared his throat.

"I'd like to ask for your hand." Said Artie, putting his tea cup down. Brittany's eyes widened and she put her cup down as well.

"I beg your pardon?!"

"I'd like to ask for your hand... In marriage." Artie said.

"Well, you cannot." Brittany snapped.

"I'm sorry?" Artie asked.

"You cannot ask for my hand in marriage! How dare you even think that you could?! The only feeling I have for you are despise and... Even more despise." Brittany said, standing up.

"You should watch what you say, Brittany." Artie said.

"Don't tell me what I should do. I am a grown woman and I can do whatever I please. Now, I think we are done speaking and quite frankly, it's been a waste of my time. Please leave, I have much better things to do at the moment." Brittany said, straightening out her dress and folding her hands in front of her, "You can let yourself out. Good afternoon... Or, just... afternoon."

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London, England 1674 - The Lopez Castle

"Mother, what is so important that you had to rudely interrupt my afternoon out?" Asked Santana as she walked into the lounge and stood by the fire place as her mother sipped tea on the sofa.

"Now, now, dear. Let's not snap. I'd just like to have a word. Come sit." Her mother said, putting her tea on it's tray and patting the spot on the sofa next to her.

"No, I'm quite alright standing. Thank you." Said Santana, crossing her arms over her chest.

"As you wish." Her mother said, putting one leg over the other as she leaned back into the couch, "Now, I'd like to know why you've taken such an interest to that Pierce girl? What's her name? Brenda?"

"Brittany, mother and I've taken an interest to her because she's beautiful and incredibly charming and sweet. Anything else?" Santana asked, firmly.

"So, if someone else were to ask for your hand right now, you'd decline? Is that right?" Her mother asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Well, I would if you hadn't ordered me to marry the very first person to ask for my hand." Said Santana with a slight roll of the eyes, "What is it to you?"

"Well... I have changed my mind about that. I have spoken to Lord and Lady Pierce and they've said that they shall announce which of their children shall be able to pick a wife at-"

"At the Berry's Grand Ball, yes I know. What does that have to do with anything?" Asked Santana after interrupting her mother.

"Well, I've decided that the first person to ask for your hand at the Berry's Grand Ball shall be the person you marry. And that is final." Said Lady Lopez. Santana smiled subtly before nodding her head.

"Yes, alright. Thank you, mother." She said and curtsied before racing upstairs to her bedroom.

She raced into her room and shut the door behind her before leaping onto her silk sheets covering her bed and squealing into her feather filled pillow.

"Oh, thank God for the Pierce's!" She exclaimed before jumping off her bed and running into her adjoining bathroom to take a bath. She ran it herself, not bothering to call her servant, and slowly took off her dress and undergarments before sliding into the boiling hot water. It had started to get cold again and she hadn't had time to take a bath this morning. She sighed as she leaned back and let her naked body soak in the water. She smiled to herself as she let her thoughts wonder to more arousing ones. The thought of Brittany and herself in the bath together crossed her mind and she shook it out of her head very quickly, "Oh, good lord. What is this woman doing to me?"

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Author's note: Okay. Sorry it's not as long as the last one. Will try update as soon as possible. What did Artie do to Brittany when they were together that's made her despise him so much? Reviews are love guys... Xxx