A/N: Takes place between Original Song and Prom. So Santana and Brittany are friends again, but my assumption is that they aren't the same as before.

This is going to be just a few chapters showing times that Santana came to hang out with Brittany (as "friends"), but Brittany was with Artie.

Santana's thoughts are in italics!

disclaimer: I obviously do NOT on Glee, if I (or any Brittana fans) did, we'd have a kiss by now, am I right?

After she parked her silver BMW in her usual spot behind Brittany's white camry, Santana ran up the Pierce's front porch steps and knocked. She rarely ever knocked, she usually just texted Brittany first and then used the spare key under the rock on porch, but today she decided to drop by as a little surprise. Actually, I can't even remember if I've ever knocked...? As she mused these things over, Mrs. Pierce answered the door.

"Oh hey San."

"Hey Annie." Santana smiled, she never seemed to get over how much alike Brittany and her mom looked: tall, blonde, bright blue eyes, light freckles on her face, and totally in awesome shape. If it wasn't so weird because she'd slept with Brittany, Mrs. Pierce would be a total MILF in Santana's eyes. Damn I'm hanging out with Puckerman too much Santana thought as she brought her eyes back up from Mrs. Pierces legs to her eyes quickly.

Mrs. Pierce had a bit of a smirk in her smile, but pretended not to notice. She knew that Santana had a type, and blonde, blue eyes, and looking a lot like Brittany pretty much filled it.

"What's up? I didn't know you were coming by today." Mrs. Pierce questioned as they both walked into the landing in front of the stairs. Santana started to walk up to Brittany's room, and stopped on the second stair to turn and face Mrs. Pierce.

"Ya I know, but Brit had said that she didn't understand the new lesson in spanish today, so I thought I'd come by and help her out with this weekend's homework." Santana couldn't hide her little smile at how fun it is to help Brittany with spanish, well really help her with anything, and how excited she would be to see Brittany's face when she saw that Santana had surprised her. Brittany loved surprises.

"Oh I'm sorry sweetie she's out with Artie," she started with a frown. "They're at Breadsticks now and then they're going to Artie's house to watch movies tonight."

It wasn't hard to miss how Santana visibly deflated with each word, until she put on a fake smile that she didn't even try to make reach her eyes.

"Oh. Then I'll just..." Santana trailed off as she briskly made her way down the stairs to the front door.

"I'm sure she'll be around tomorrow!" Mrs. Pierce tried to encourage Santana to come by tomorrow. She knew that something big had happened between the sad latina in front of her and her daughter. They went from weekly sleepovers, study sessions, and morning carpools during the week, to not talking at all and a few nights of Brittany locking herself in her room and crying for what seemed like hours, to what they were at now, which was still best friends, but no sleepovers, unless Santana feel asleep watching the movie, and maybe one coffee date or study session each week.

"Ya..." Santana opened the door and turned to face Mrs. Pierce, "I'll see her at school on Monday. Later Mrs. P." And she was gone with a fake smile and her arms crossed tightly over her chest.

Mrs. Pierce watched out the window in the living room that looked out over the front lawn as Santana walked fast to car but before she got there, she suddenly stopped and kicked over one of the Pierce's empty trash cans as she let out a little grunt of frustration. She then proceeded to go to her car and lean her forehead on the top while she let her fist come down lightly on the hood. With tears in her eyes threatening to spill at any moment, Santana stalked over to the garbage can and put it upright and back in line with the others. Fuck! It's not like I can leave Britt's fucking trash can knocked over cause I'm to fucking in love with her even after she broke my fucking heart and now she still wants to be fucking friends. God fucking dammit.

Mrs. Pierce saw all this with a knowing frown on her face. She had always been particularly perceptive in her life, but she didn't need that to see that the fiery latina speeding away in her silver BMW was the love of Brittany's life. She also knew that somewhere around when Artie and Brittany seemed to get more serious, was around the time that Santana's presence in the Pierce household came to an abrupt stop for a short while. But if Mrs. Pierce had guessed right, Santana had probably been feeling a whole lot more depressed about the separation then her daughter, at least Brittany had Artie. Mrs. Pierce knew that with parents that both worked at the hospital, Dr. Lopez as a surgeon, and Mrs. Lopez as a nurse, that when Brittany got to hang out with her little sister in the days and with Artie at night on the weekends, Santana didn't quite have that luxury.

So as she saw Santana turn the corner off their street, her frown held its place on her bottom lip, and that crease in her forehead didn't fade as she went about her nightly work, knowing that Santana was going home to a Friday night alone, maybe even crying, wishing that Brittany were with her.

Thoughts?

Next chapter: Santana comes over to hang out, but Brittany just wanted her help getting ready to go out with Artie:(