A/N: Clearly I do not own them. This is set in Season 2 (my assumption only), after I saw the promotion of Finn (possibly?) going back to Quinn and after the Glee premiere party interview with Naya where she said something about a monkey wrench coming in between Brittana friendship. And besides, I've always wanted to play around with the idea of Brittany wanting Puck, and Santana' reaction. So, enjoy!

True Feelings

Santana is seething with rage at the sight in front of her.

What does Puck think he is doing, leaning so close to Brittany, whispering into her ear and looking at her in all kinds of suggestive ways?

More importantly, what is Brittany doing, leaning against the wall and letting Puck advancing on her?

Unable to take in the sight in front of her any longer, she clears her throat loudly, garnering both of their attention. It worked, because Puck snaps his head back and turns his attention to her and upon doing so, he takes a few steps backwards.

"Hi San!" Brittany chirps happily, waving her hand at her best friend, obviously unaware of Santana's mood.

Santana did not wave back (she would have done so under normal circumstances, but right now she is giving Puck a dirty look), but instead she focuses her glare on Puck.

"Nice to see you too, Santana." Puck smirks. Taking the hint, Puck gives Brittany a sweet smile before walking away. As he walks past Santana, he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively at the Latina, which earns him an eye-roll.

As soon as Puck is out of sight, Santana makes her way towards Brittany. "What does he want?" She asks her best friend moodily.

"Oh, nothing... he just wants to go out with me tomorrow night." Brittany replies as she begins to walk towards her locker.

Santana can't believe what she had just heard. She catches up to Brittany, a look of confusion on her face as she asks the next question. "Seriously? You're going out with him? With Puck?"

"... Yeah, I think I might." Brittany replies after a short pause. She stops in front of her locker. "Um... what's my combination again?" She turns to Santana for help. Sighing softly, Santana reaches out and opens the locker for her.

"Thanks!" Brittany flashes a big smile to Santana as she begins to take her books out and put them into her backpack, while Santana just watches on. Santana wants to ask Brittany why. Why, of all people, she must go out with Puck. But knowing Brittany, she will just give her the most obvious answer: 'because he asked me out'. So, instead of asking her why, Santana swallows the question and asks a different question instead.

"So, are you guys like dating now or what?" She questions as she crosses her arms, trying to sound as emotionless as possible (not that she needs to try, Brittany wouldn't sense her displeasure anyway).

"Well..." Brittany begins thoughtfully. "I've slept with him before, and we weren't dating back then because sex isn't dating. So, if I go out with him tomorrow night without having sex with him, then that means we're dating."

Santana cringes at the 'sex isn't dating' phrase and the fact that Brittany had hooked up with Puck before. Yes, it was Santana's idea that sex isn't dating, and yes, it was also her idea to hook Brittany up with Puck during the beginning of last year because Puck had been harrassing her about sex and Santana wasn't in the mood to give him some, so she had asked her best friend to do her (and Puck) a favor, which Brittany was glad to help and Puck was glad to accept. After all, Brittany had told her that she wanted a straight record, so she was just helping her best friend out, right? But she couldn't help that nagging feeling inside her heart when Brittany sneaked into her bedroom that night after sleeping with Puck, crawling up and cuddling next to her, telling her all about her 'encounters' with Puck. She didn't know what that nagging feeling meant, and she didn't bother...

Now, that same nagging feeling that she felt before is finding its way back into her heart again. And Santana hates it.

"So, do you want to have sex with him again?" Santana can't help the jealousy in her voice now, but alas, Brittany still does not sense it.

"No, San. I'm not going to have sex with him. I don't do the same guy twice, you taught me that." Brittany chuckles as she closes her locker. "Maybe I'll start dating him because sex isn't dating and dating isn't sex. Thanks for clearing that up for me, San. I was just thinking about that the other night, and wanted to ask you this morning, but like always, you've cleared my doubts. You're the best, S!"

With that, Brittany skips happily away to her first class, leaving Santana blinking in confusion. What had just happened?

"San, you coming?" She snaps out of her reverie when Brittany turns around to look at her. "Come on, or else we'll be late for class."

Over the next few hours of classes, Santana finds herself couldn't concentrate. The image of Brittany dating Puck, holding his hand, being all lovey dovey in the school hallway is enough to make her want to hurl.

Once the last class of the day ended, she walks towards her locker to wait for Brittany, their usual meeting spot before Cheerio practice. Somehow, she spots Puck talking to another girl in a corner, and she makes a bee line for him.

"Hey, what gives?" Asks an annoyed Puck when he is pulled by Santana and slammed against the wall. "Santana? Geez... if you want sex, don't need to get all rough. All you've got to do is just ask." He grumbles as he brushes down his football jacket.

Santana wishes she could punch him in the guts now, just to wipe that smirk off his face. "Look. You asked Brittany out tomorrow night, and now you're talking to another girl and asking her out on a date too?" Santana snaps.

"Jealous much?" Puck retorts, his eyebrow arching up. "Look if you're so jealous, babe, you can always join me and Britt tomorrow night. After all, I wouldn't pass up a chance of going out with two hot girls... or we can skip this whole going out part and go straight to the sex part."

"Shut up, Puckerman! You're last year's news and I'm never sleeping with you again!"

"Then why are you so jealous? It's not like we're together or anything now. You broke up with me first, remember?"

"Listen, Noah Puckerman." Santana begins in a low, dangerous tone, her eyes glaring menacingly at Puck. "Just because Quinn is ignoring you now and is going back to Finnocence, doesn't mean that you can fool around with me or Brittany. You can fool around with any girl you want, just do not... I repeat, DO NOT touch me or Brittany, because if you do, I'll make sure you'll never live to see the daylight ever again."

"Are you scared that I'll break your friendship up with Brittany, because let's face it, it's not like you have any friends, besides that dumb blonde."

Bad move.

Puck didn't know what hit him, but the next thing he knows is that he is grabbing his leg in pain.

"You crazy bitch!" He curses loudly, panting from the pain. "You don't have to kick me in the shin just because I said that you don't have any frie..."

"Do not ever. Call Brittany dumb." Santana cuts him off, wagging her index finger threateningly at Puck.

"Wha?" Puck looks at Santana in confusion. He had just insulted Santana by saying that she has no friends, and he had expected Santana to be mad at him because of that, but instead she had attacked him for calling Brittany dumb. Right, he should have known. Nobody gets to tease Brittany with Santana around. He thought he could get away with it, because he's popular and he had a thing with Santana, albeit it was a long time ago, but he thought wrong.

"And for the record, I don't need any other friends, besides Brittany. So, you'd better keep your paws off my Brittany if you still want to keep your manhood."

"Your... your Brittany!" Puck exclaims, amused. "So, you'll be having a sing off with me about The Girl is Mine anytime soon, eh?"

Santana doesn't have any comeback for that one. Instead, she just stares back at Puck while trying to hide the blush from creeping up her face. Puck catches it, however.

"Damn it, Lopez. If I have a mirror with me right now, I'd give it to you so that you'd be able to see the look on your face now." He snickers knowingly. "Santana and embarrassment isn't something you see at school everyday."

Santana quickly pulls herself together and her face hardens again. "Do you still need your other leg for football? Because if you don't, I can find a very good use for it." She snaps angrily.

"Woah woah..." Puck raises both his hands up in defeat. "Don't need to get all riled up. It's not like everyone doesn't know that you have the hots for that blondie." A mischievous smile slowly spreads across Puck's face and Santana could feel her ears burning. How did everyone know about it? She thought she had been careful. Great. So now, everyone knows about it except for Brittany.

Opting to be nonchalant about the whole thing, the Latina crosses her arms and rolls her eyes. "Whatever, Puckerman. Just stay away from her. Last warning." She turns on her heels and walks away, not wanting to show this side of her to Puck anymore than she had.

"Hey, you can't stop me if she wants to go out with me!" Puck shouts after her retreating back, before snickering to himself.

After the Cheerios practice, Santana and Brittany walk to Santana's car. They didn't have Glee practice today, so they are going straight home from school.

"So, are we going over to my place or your place today?" Brittany asks Santana as she buckles up.

"Neither, Britt. I'll just drop you home today." Santana replies as she turns on the ignition. That nagging feeling she is feeling? It's still there. Normally, she could get rid of it after Cheerios practice, or after a cold shower, but now it seems impossible, especially after Puck had called her out on it. Damn Puck. Damn his big mouth. But most of all, damn him and his interest in Brittany all of a sudden.

"Alright, San. What is wrong with you today?" Brittany asks, sighing. She had an inkling feeling that there is something wrong with Santana ever since their first class together, but like always, she didn't ask. Now though, she cannot hold it back in anymore.

"Nothing's wrong with me. What makes you think that there's something wrong with me?"

"Well, for starters, we always go to either your place or my place after school everyday. Without fail. It's our routine, and we never break our routine. So, something is seriously wrong with you." Brittany supplies. "People may call me dumb, but I'm not dumb when it comes to you, you know?"

"You're never dumb to me, Britt." Santana says, her tone soft and affectionate only reserves for Brittany.

"Then, tell me what's wrong with you? I can help." Brittany offers generously.

"It's nothing. I'm just tired, that's all." Santana answers as she begins to drive out of the school.

The journey continues in silence until they reach a red light. Santana cannot take the silence any longer. Reaching out, she turns off the radio and turns to look at Brittany. There are so many things she wants to tell the blonde. Things like don't go out with Puck. Things like she doesn't want Brittany to sleep with anyone anymore, or that she wants to be exclusive with Brittany, or that she wants to start dating Brittany, or that she loves...

No, it can't be love.

"What is it, San? You're acting so weird today." Brittany points out.

Santana shakes her head. Can she tell her all those things?

"Is it because of Puck?" Brittany suddenly asks.

"Wh-why do you think it's because of Puck?" Santana asks in shock because Brittany was almost right.

"Well, every time you're upset, it's always about Puck. It doesn't take a genius to know that." Brittany replies. "What did he do to you this time?"

"Do you want to go out on a date with him?" Santana suddenly blurts out, only to have a loud honk behind her, interrupting her conversation with Brittany. It seems that the traffic light had turned green, and the driver behind her had gotten impatient. Santana doesn't know whether she should feel relieved or annoyed at this interruption.

Cursing under her breath, she steps on the gas pedal.

"I thought I told you already? I think I might." Brittany answers, like that is the most obvious answer in the world. "Besides, you are no longer with him anymore, right? Are you?"

Santana pulls to the roadside and steps on the brake. Maybe it's time for a serious conversation.

"No, I'm no longer with him, but that's besides the point." She turns off the ignition and turns to look at her best friend.

"What point?" Brittany asks in confusion.

"... never mind..." There is no point in telling her anyway, Santana thought to herself. Just as she is about to turn on the ignition again, Brittany suddenly asks her another question, which blows the air out of her lungs.

"Do you want me to go out with him, San?" The question is so innocent, coming out from Brittany's mouth, and Santana doesn't know what to make of it.

"I..."

"Do you? Because if you don't want me to, then I won't." Brittany says simply, like it doesn't matter to her at all. Sometimes, Santana wishes she had Brittany's brain and Brittany's ability to think without so many levels of complexity.

"Britt, you don't do things just because of what I want you to do, or what I don't want you to do." Santana says softly as she reaches out to squeeze Brittany's knee gently. She can sense Brittany's confusion starting to kick in again, so she gives her some time to let her words sink in.

"... um... ok..." Brittany finally says. "So, Puck wants me to go out with him, so I'll go out with him." She chirps happily, glad and proud of herself that she finally gets Santana's message.

Santana takes a deep breath and swallows hard. Shaking her head, she tries again, knowing that Brittany won't get her message the first time.

"No, Britt. Let me rephrase that. You don't do things because of anyone else. You don't do things because of what someone wants you to do or doesn't want you to do. You..." Santana doesn't get to finish her sentence, because she is interrupted by Brittany.

"I'm confused..."

"What are you confused about?" Santana asks patiently.

"I always thought that we do things because of each other?"

This may take longer than Santana expected. This may very well take the whole night. Letting out a sigh, she brings her fingers to her temple, massaging gently.

"You're tired, San? Do you want me to take over and drive?" Brittany offers.

"No, it's ok. I'm fine."

"I hate to be Captain Obvious here, but you are not fine since the beginning of today." Brittany points out bluntly.

Santana is impressed with Brittany's observation. She had thought that her friend did not catch the change in her moods right after Brittany told her about dating Puck. "Yeah yeah... I'll be fine... just... let me get you home, alright?"

"So, we have finished with our discussion? What were we discussing about, anyway?"

"We were discussing about..." Santana stops, coming to the conclusion that it will save both of them a lot of time if she just makes things simpler, without all the complexity. "You know what, Britt?"

"What?" Brittany asks expectantly.

"I think I might want to get back together with Puck." It pains her to say it, but it's simpler for Brittany to understand, without her having to explain her true feelings about this issue.

"Really?" Brittany looks a bit upset for a while, but that quickly disappears. "Well, bummer then. That means I can't go out with him tomorrow night then. I'll text him tonight and tell him that I can't go out with him because he's yours."

"No, you don't tell him that, Britt." Santana almost shouts in panic, before catching herself. "Don't tell him that I want him back."

"Oh, you want it to be like a surprise for him?" Brittany asks, a genuine smile on her face and it hurts Santana that she is lying to her. That she has to pretend that she wants Puck back, when in fact, she doesn't want him and all she wants is Brittany.

"Yeah, surprise." Santana replies quietly.

"Ok cool." Brittany smiles happily. "I love surprises. Only good surprises though, I hope Puck loves surprises too." She rambles on as Santana's chest starts to constrict with something that can only be described as pain.

"Britt?"

Brittany stops her ramblings as soon as she hears Santana calling her name. "Yes, San?"

"You... you're not mad at me or anything, for getting back with Puck, right?" Santana asks for reassurance. Not that she needs any reassurance from anybody, not even from Brittany, but this is a different situation. A situation where they had never found themselves in. They had never ever gone after the same guy at the same time, and they had never ever fought over the same guy. Santana had always let Brittany hook up with any guys (and girls) she wants and when both of them see the same guy that they want, Santana would always let Brittany have him first, as long as she comes back to her at the end of the day. It had never been an issue to both of them. It is an arrangement that Brittany understood clearly, and as long as Santana comes back to Brittany at the end of the day too, Brittany is happy.

But this is Puck they're talking about here. Puck, who had impregnated Quinn when Santana and he were still sort of together. Puck, who had gone behind his best friend's back and slept with his best friend's girlfriend. Puck, who had broken the universal rule.

And besides, Santana can't handle the no sex, but dating thing. She would rather have Brittany sleep with Puck without the dating, but no. She doesn't want Brittany to be carrying his baby in her womb for nine months, considering how careless he was with Quinn. It's a wonder that he had never gotten Santana pregnant during their time together. Santana wants to puke when she thinks about that, so she pushes that horrible mental image out of her mind, and instead focuses on Brittany and their discussion.

"No, San. Why would I be?" Brittany asks, her eyebrows knit together in confusion. "Unless it changes things between us?"

"No, it doesn't change anything between us." Santana replies quickly but firmly as she quickly reaches out and holds her best friend's hand, intertwining their fingers. "Nothing had ever come between us, B, and nothing ever will."

"Awesome." Brittany smiles as she squeezes Santana's hand that is still holding hers, bringing herself to meet Santana's eyes. "So, that's what had been bothering you the whole day, San? You should've told me earlier so that I wouldn't have to worry about you, you know?"

"You... you were worried about me?" Santana can't help but to feel a flutter in her heart.

"Duh, you were like scowling and frowning at school the whole day today. And you have slushied Rachel eight times today. I think that's the most you've ever slushied the same person. Although you look cute scowling, but I love your smile better. I love you better when you smile."

Brittany had left Santana speechless. Had she heard wrong, or had Brittany just said that she loved her, although it was layered with other words?

"So, now that this is settled, can we go to your place? Please, Santana? I kind of want to be with you today."

"Yea... yeah, sure..." How can Santana say no to Brittany when she is looking at her like a lost puppy? "We'll go to my place."

Santana lets go of Brittany's hand and laughs as she watches Brittany bounce excitedly in her seat. She turns on the ignition and starts to drive towards her house.

It's better this way, Santana thought as she watches the blonde out of the corner of her eye. Lying to Brittany that she wants Puck back is better because it saves them a lot of time; she doesn't need to explain her feelings to Brittany and she can avoid telling Brittany about her true feelings for now. Santana isn't stupid. She knows that in the long run, it won't do both of them any good. In the long run, she needs to confront her own feelings for Brittany and starts telling her the truth. She is not going to do that right now though, nor tomorrow, but maybe in the immediate future.

But for now, she has Brittany back. Noah Puckerman can suck it. Brittany's still hers and that's all that matters.

A/N: I don't know whether I should leave it as a one-shot, or I should continue it. I don't know if I have the time to write a multi-chapter fic, tbh. Anyway, reviews would make me happy!