This is a bit different for me… mainly because this time I'm writing Britana. This story is in Santana's point of view, and it's set before 'sexy'.

It is going to be a chaptered story, so this is only the first part, but it's only going to be short, so don't expect any more than 5 chapters. Enjoy and review.

She's my best friend. I tell her everything, and I love her. I always knew that.

I just never realized how much I loved her.

Let me take you back to where it all began…

We were in my bedroom at my house one afternoon, having our usual make-out session. Now I know you're thinking 'whoa, back up. You guys are making out?' but it's nothing out of the ordinary.

I've either dated or made out with pretty much every guy in this school, and sometimes I got bored with them. That was where Brittany came into it. Judge all you want. I didn't think I was lesbian, or even bi for that matter. We were just two best friends who liked to get pleasure from each other.

She had her doubts, but she wasn't that bright. I only had to tell her that we were just two people talking with our tongues really close to convince her. To make her believe that she wasn't doing anything wrong, I told her that the 'plumbing was different', so it didn't count.

Whilst she may not be smart, she still had the biggest heart. That's why she didn't want to cheat on Artie. Me? Well, I'm a bitch anyway. I'm the type that tends to go out with a guy and then stomp all over his heart with stilettoes on. Most of the time I'd make out with them once and then dump them, so making out with Britt didn't make any difference for me.

After our make-out session, Brittany got up and said shortly, "This relationship is really confusing for me."

I turned to the mirror to put my mascara on, "breakfast is confusing for you," I scoffed.

"Sometimes it's sweet and sometimes it's salty. Like, what if I have eggs for dinner? What is it?"

I sighed.

It was two weeks later while I was sitting in chemistry, I got thinking. Now, I'm a judgmental bitch, so I tend not to think about anything much when I'm not scrutinizing other people or deciding what top made my boobs look good, but today I was actually thinking.

Artie broke up with Britt, and she was pretty upset. He told her that she was too good, and that he didn't know how their relationship had worked out, and that he needed to go back to where he belonged, as a Glee club loser, to let her become the popular cheerleader.

Brit, of course was stunned. I don't think she even knew what to do. She was a little more vacant than she usually was, but I think she was taking it okay. They were together for a long time, and I thought she would go into a break-down, but she didn't. She was just as blank as always. I talked to her about it once, and asked her if she was okay. This was a little weird for me, I wasn't used to caring about anyone's feelings. She had told me that she was still a little confused about everything; about Artie, and about us.

I remembered back to that make-out two weeks ago. Brittany said that our relationship was confusing, and I disagreed. It was simple; we were just two hot girls who liked kissing.

Or was it? I always liked making out with guys, hence why I picked them up and then dumped them all the time. I never looked for anything serious with them. Being with Brittany was different. I wasn't sure what it was, but it was almost as if there was a sort of spark between us, a spark that I never got when I was with guys.

But no, I didn't like her any more than as a friend. I only used her to get pleasure. Hey, that's what bitches like me do.

I was a little confused though. I wasn't quite sure why I cared for her so much. She's my best friend, I assured myself, so of course I care for her.

The ring of the school bell shook me out of these thoughts and I got up to head back to my locker. It was two lockers apart from Britt's, so we usually saw each other there between classes.

When I got back to my locker, she was already there, unloading her books. I smiled in her direction, even though her golden hair was facing me, and turned to unlock my locker. I began shoving my books inside and saw in my peripheral vision Britt close her locker and come over to mine.

I shut mine, and turned to face her. She looked empty, and my heart felt heavy at the sight of her large blue eyes deep and hollow.

I was about to say hi, when she said something that stunned me into silence.

"I think I'm moving schools… by second semester hopefully."

My brain reeled and I felt as my heart fell out of my fucking ass. We were already almost finished first semester. My head just filled with questions. Why? How soon? Was it because of Artie? Is it for the education? Is she just sick of this school? Is it because of me? How long is she going for? Will I still get to see her every day?

She looked at me, awaiting my answer. My mind was in a mess, and I couldn't talk. She waited patiently for a few moments, but then the bell for class to start went off.

"I always get confused when the bell rings. Like, is it time for class to start or end? I can't tell. Once I walked into a class when everyone was leaving before realizing that class had just ended. Anyway, I'll see you later."

With that, she turned and walked away, and I watched as her blonde hair disappeared down the hall.

Did you enjoy? I only kept the first bit the same as in the episode, so hopefully you guys got a little surprise.

Please review and tell me if you want me to continue.