A/N: Okay, guys. I just had to write this. I'm a huge Gleek, and I don't know if there is going to be a Season 4, but I absolutely hated the Finale. Poor Rachel…and I'm not at all surprised that Brittany isn't graduating, but what about Santana? Speaking of Brittany and Santana, I love this pairing, so I'm writing a Brittana fic! I just love how close the two are, and that they're best friends, and…well, I just love it! Oh, by the way, this story takes place back when the kids were a lot younger.

I do not own Glee, or any of its contents or characters.

My name is Santana Lopez. I am twelve years old. I am in seventh grade at William McKinley Middle School. And I'll tell you what, it sucks. I hate everything about it. There are a bunch of jerks here, but there is one good thing about it. I knew I wanted to come to this school when I saw that they had a cheer squad (every school does, but this one was just different). For the high schoolers, their squad is called the Cheerio's. Pretty original, if you ask me. For the seventh and eighth graders, their squad is called the Honey Nut Cheerio's. I thought that was really lame, considering we're now on the same school as high school kids, so we're not that little anymore.

I hate everything about Lima, Ohio. There are so many idiots here, like Finn Hudson, Noah Puckerman (or as he is forcing everyone to call him…Puck), Rachel Berry, Mike Chang (Asian kid), Sam Evans (I like to call him Trouty Mouth), Kurt Hummel (I'm pretty sure he's gay), Blaine Anderson, and then there's the annoying sixth graders that follow us around, Artie Abrams (he's in a wheelchair, but I show no sympathy for him), and Tina Cohen-Chang (other Asian…or is it the other way around?).

There are only two people in this school that I can tolerate, and those to people are my best friends Quinn Fabray and Brittany Susan Pierce. We recently named ourselves the Unholy Trinity, which nobody can break up. I love them like sisters. But…I'm confused. Wait a minute. I'm Santana Freaking Lopez. I am twelve freaking years old. I am supposed to like boys.

Recently, I've been noticing that I have developed some feelings for Brittany. She's my best friend in the world, even more so than Quinn. What sucks is that I can't have her. She's straight. I don't even know if I like her, I mean, I'm twelve years old, I shouldn't be worrying about crap like this. I sure as hell know that Berry is, because every day she tries to convince everyone that she's straight…and available, which nobody wants to know.

Now, I know what you're thinking. But there's a reason I can't have Brittany. She practically hates my freaking guts. She blocked me on Facebook and Twitter and Tumblr and Instagram, and all of that stuff. If it weren't for me being stupid, then maybe…maybe we'd be closer. When I say she hates me, I'm sure I don't really mean it because we're just as close as we were before our fight, except now it's just a bit awkward.

I just wish I could go back in time and reverse it…

I walked down the hallways of William McKinley Middle School. I opened my locker, which of course, was right next to Britt's. She was at her locker, but she was completely ignoring me, and I had no idea why. Had I done something wrong…?

"Hey, Britt," I said, and she finally turned around.

"H-hey, S-San," she said. She was trembling.

"What's wrong?" I asked. She looked at me with a confused expression.

"Don't you…already know?"

"No, what?" I was completely confused.

"Santana Lopez…I…I…HATE YOU!" She shouted this, then slammed her locker shut. I cocked my head to the side as she walked away.

"Brittany! Wait up!" I shouted, as I chased after her.

"What do you want," she muttered.

"What did I do? Was it something really bad? Just…just tell me, Britt. I'm really sorry. I want to fix this."

"You went around telling people that you thought I was just another dumb blonde…and that I was ugly…" Her words sting.

"Oh my god," I mutter. I remembered saying that. "Britt, I didn't mean it…"

"Just…just go away. I never want to talk to you…ever…again," she said, then walked away. I wasn't going to stop her this time.

"Santana," I jump in fear and scream when I see her.

"Brittany…hey…I haven't seen you all summer! Are you glad school started again? I am, but it's different, we have so many classes. And the lunches are so much better, and I just couldn't wait to come here because now we get to see all of the new kids and meet boys and compare classes and then we could—" I blabber on for what seems like two hundred million years.

"Santana," Brittany repeats. "It wasn't your fault."

"Huh?"

"What you said about me. Quinn told me. She told me that she thinks you love me and that you only said that so the boys wouldn't think you liked me and that they could get you all for themselves," Brittany says.

"Oh my God, Brittany!" I look around, and I'm pretty sure she can see the blush on my face. "Who told you that?"

"I just told you," she says blankly. "Quinn did!"

Oh, Quinn Fabray. She's the oldest of the Unholy Trinity. She just turned thirteen over the summer, so she knows a lot more about all of that kind of stuff, like puberty and hormones and all that? Considering she already got her period anyways…

"Quinn!" I call out. "Where are you?"

"I'm right here," she says with an irritated look. "I'm just putting my stuff in my locker. What do you need, San?" Now she's just staring at me with an awkward face. Now she's hugging me and clinging on to me for dear life. "Oh, Santana, I missed you over summer! Anyway, what do you need, girl?"

"Can…can I talk to you in private?" I look around awkwardly.

"Oh, god, Santana, did you start your period? It's not fun, trust me. Just ask Britt and Rachel. They would know, but if you need advice on that, then I'm your go-to-girl."

"Wait…Britt started? And she didn't tell me…? And no, Quinn. I didn't start yet," I murmur, embarrassed. I am pretty small for my age, but my mom said that just means I'll be hot with big boobs and a nice ass in high school.

"Whew!" Quinn says, relieved, "You're much too small anyways."

I drag her into an empty classroom. "I think I'm in love with Brittany…and she told me that you pretty much told her that," I look up at Quinn, who is so much taller than I am…it's not even funny.

"Yeah, I told her. So? I was helping you, girl. I don't care if you're a lesbian, or bi, or whatever. I'll still love you."

"Yeah, that's nice and all, but why would you tell her that?"

"Because, San," she says, and there's a change in her face. "It's obvious that you love her, and I'll do anything to help you out."

"I…thanks, Quinn…I love you so much…" I say, and she hugs me tight and kisses my forehead.

"I love you too, San. Now go get her!"

I walk through the halls of WMMS, and there Brittany is, in the same place she was standing about twenty minutes ago.

"Brittany, can I…" I say.

"Santana, can I…" she says it at the exact same time as me.

"You first," I say.

"Let's go somewhere private," she says.

We walk into the girl's restroom, and fortunately, nobody is in there.

"What is it?" I ask. It must be something important, because Brittany never does anything like this.

"Do you know what…lesbians are?" she asks.

"Yeah, Quinn just told me, wh-why?" I have no idea why I'm stuttering; maybe it's just the hormones thing. I'll have to ask Quinn later.

"I think I am one," she whispers.

"How can you tell? You're only thirteen. You usually don't make that decision until you're an—"

She pins me to the wall. "Santana, you're amazing, do you know that?"

"Actually, no, I thought I was pretty ugly—"

"Shut up and kiss me," she says.

Her lips touch mine, and our pinkies interlock. Kissing a girl was weird. Brittany tasted so much better than a dumb boy's lips ever did. It turned me on, and I just wanted more. I kissed her with all my might and she kissed back just as passionately.

That was the first time I peed my pants at school.

My name is Brittany Susan Pierce. I am fourteen years old. I am in eighth grade at William McKinley Middle School. My best friend, Santana Lopez, and I have been crushing on each other ever since that time where we kissed in the bathroom and she peed.

"Silly," I remember saying, "the potty was right there, you're not supposed to go on the floor!"

"S-s-s-s-s-sorry…." She murmured, as more pee came from her legs.

Seventh grade was amazing. I managed to pass with a C average overall, which is great for me. Santana passed with an A average, as usual. She's so smart and beautiful…I don't know what I ever did to deserve her.

I don't know what's going on between us. Our relationship is confusing, I mean, sometimes she's my friend, other times we're fighting, and other times we're lovers. It's crazy. The only person I can really go to about this is Quinn. She's so easy to talk to. I mean, she's pretty much going through the same thing. She has a crush on Rachel Berry, which is weird, considering Rachel is an annoying brat. Quinn manages to see beside that, I guess.

"San?" I say as we're watching TV.

"Yeah, Britt?" she replies.

"How do you feel…about…us?"

"You're my best friend, duh," she says playfully. I scowl at her.

"I'm serious, Santana. Do you love me? Do I love you? What are we?"

"I…don't know…maybe we just need to let time go by and see what happens," she says. She sounds so wise, but I realize what she's saying. That she wants to spend less time with me.

"Oh," is all I can say.

Suddenly, my phone buzzes. Santana's does, too. We both get a text from Quinn.

Quinn: Oh my God Rachel Berry just asked me out!1 :DDD

"Rachel asked Quinn out…?" we both say in unison.

"That's funny," Santana says.

"Yeah…" I smile, though, because they look really cute together. Maybe that could be me and San…

"Hey, Santana," I say.

It's late, and she's about to fall asleep. Clearly, anybody can see it. "Yeah, Brittany?" she yawns.

"Even if we don't date," I say, looking down awkwardly, "I will always love you."

"I love you, Brittany Susan Pierce," Santana says with a slur, then passes out on my bed.

A/N: Wow. I'm exhausted. I stayed up late to write this. I don't think it's that good, but, you know, only reviews will tell. Hey, I just met you, and this is crazy! But here's my fanfic, so read it maybe? Oh yeah, and don't forget to review! I'm up for suggestions. Do you guys want me to write more? Review! C yinz later!