I loved the way she stared at me; her eyes always questioning. We were lying on her bed just talking about our day. She commented on how Jacob's afro was getting bigger by the day. It was just the way she said it that made me laugh. I could always laugh around Brittany and not feel like I was letting my guard down. She put her arms around me and I nestled into her.

We woke the next morning in the same position. I know everyone says I protect Brittany but I always thought it was the opposite. I feel so safe when we were like this. I feel like nothing can harm me. I look up to see two pools of sky blue watching me.

"Britt?"

"Yea?"

"Were you watching me sleep?"

Brittany went a kind of pinkish colour with embarrassment. "No." She replied looking away from me. "Well that's a lie." I laughed as I got up. She held my hand and dragged me back down to her level. "I'm cold." She whispered. "We need to get to school B, come on!" I tried to say it as politely as I could.

After I dragged her out of bed and made her changed into her Cheerio's uniform we headed to school. She linked my arm as we walked and I couldn't help but smile, the light that radiated from her was intoxicating. I got my things from my locker helped Brittany get hers.

"Umm San?"

"Yea B?"

"My locker won't give me my books."

I looked at her closed locker and sighed. I put in the combo into her lock. 2, 16, 13, 4. Was it that hard to remember? For Brittany; yes. I walked her to her first class. She smiled and went in. I walked on to my class alone.

Later on that day the bell rung and I headed to the bathroom to skip my math class. Brittany was standing at one of the sinks talking to herself.

"Britt?"

"Santana!" She said wide eyed.

"Who are you talking to?"

"The sink, I could tell it was lonely" I laughed even though I knew she was serious.

"What are you doing here B, your missing class?"

She never missed class because if she misses one she's out of it for at least a week. "I don't know what class I have now, and I'd rather be here anyway." She smirked in my direction. That was her trying and failing to be rebellious. I walked to the mirror and pouted my lips; they needed another coat of gloss. I used the applicator and skimmed the whole of my lips. I looked at Brittany in the mirror and saw her staring at me. "Want some?" She nodded enthusiastically. I applied it for her and as I did I met her already fixed gaze. "What?" I questioned. "You have really pretty eyes." It was weird hearing Brittany make it through a full sentence, but the complement was well received none the less. I smiled childishly and blushed. "Thanks, so do you." she gave me a goofy smile and smacked her lips together. This caused the pink lip gloss to go all around her mouth making her look like a circus clown. "Britt, what have I told you? You have to do it gently" I then began to wipe the gloss from around her lips as she took hold of my hand.

"B?"

"Sorry I ..."

She then dropped her hand and walked out of the bathroom with her face crinkled in confusion. Maybe she had a really hard math class that made her confused. I'll help her later with it, but I needed to follow her anyway, to make sure she's not caught outside of class.

"Brittany, wait up!" I jogged up behind her and grabbed hold of her arm. She flinched slightly and turned to face me.

"Yea S?"

"What was that back there?" I looked into here misty eyes inquisitively

"You have soft hands. Wanna come to my house tonight?"

"Umm... Sure?"

"Ok, see you then" She walked off with a dazed smile.

I wondered what was up with Brittany recently, she seem more out of it than usual. I think I'll say something to her tonight about it. Hopefully she'll give me a straight answer.

The last bell rang to let out the classes and I threw my books into my locker and grabbed my bag. I strutted towards Brittany's locker to wait for her. She skipped along the corridor, came to a halt in front of her locker and stared at the lock. "S?" I repeated the combo in her lock and smiled. She returned the gesture and grabbed her bag. Suddenly something came flying out of her locker and she jumped back.

"Was that another bird Brittany?"

"No! It was a black bird, don't be so racist San"

I gave her a questioning look as I cocked my head to the side. Sometimes you just had to let Brittany think she was right. I saw she was ready and I closed her locker and we began walking to her car; pinkies locked. People wondered how Brittany passed her driver's licence and frankly so did I. I remember the day she passed though; we partied hard. We got to her car and I slid into the passenger's seat. I buckled me seat belt as she got in. She started the car and put her bag in the back seat. She flicked on the radio as I spoke.

"So, what was up with you today?" she looked at me and then to the radio.

"Ooh, I love this song, can we talk later?"

"Sure." I scowled slightly. I wanted to get this sorted.

Brittany was in her own world when she sang; literally. We were stopped for about 20 minutes when she finally realised that if she did nothing, the car did nothing. She said singing was much more fun, and I kind of agreed with her. Glee was freakish and whatever but when came down to it... it was fun. We got to Brittany's house and she parked her car in the driveway. I was greeted warmly by her mother. She hugged me and told me dinner would be ready when we were. Brittany said she be back in about five seconds because she wanted to changed but not to time her because she hated lying. I went and sat in the living room and messed with my phone.