A/N: This two-part fic was originally written for Love Spectrum a board for interracial romances, and though, I had never written Brittany or Santana before, I adore Brittana, so I thought I'd take a stab at writing them.

Also, the lyrics at the beginning of both parts of the fic come from the Brandi Carlile song "The Story," which is also where the title comes from. There's a Brittana video on youtube based around the song, but it uses the cover version that Sara Ramirez did for the Grey's Anatomy musical event last year.

The only thing I ask, is that you please be kind; I've only written one other slash fic before this, and like I said I've never written these characters prior to this fic.

I Was Made For You

Brittany and Santana

Part One of Two

You see the smile on my mouth/It's hiding the words that don't come out

"The Story" - by Brandi Carlile (as covered by Sara Ramirez of Grey's Anatomy)

With her usual cocky air, Santana Lopez, strutted down the halls of McKinley High, the pleats of her Cheerios skirt flouncing against the back of her toned mocha skinned thighs. Her full lips smirked at the drooling boys she passed on the way to her locker, and just to taunt them even more; she purposefully swished her hips seductively.

Expecting to see her familiar bright red locker come into view, the Latina was sorely disappointed. Instead, her locker was obstructed by the tall, lanky frame of one Finn Hudson, star quarterback and co-captain of the school's glee club.

Immediately her beautiful features turned sour. Wearing her signature scowl, she put her hands on her hips and said, her tone laced with venom and impatience, "Hey, Frankenteen, move your Jolly Green Giant ass a'fore I go all Lima Heights on it. Your stupid little Finnocence act with your lame puppy eyes doesn't do it for me anymore, so go find your psycho lil midget Berry, and gets out my way."

Finn Hudson wasn't the smartest boy at McKinley, which was the only reason he didn't run screaming in the other direction when Santana threatened to go all Lima Heights on him. However, he did look appropriately fearful as his eyes went wide while he could feel his face turning the color of warm milk.

Swallowing thickly, he stood his ground and didn't move from his spot in front of her locker.

Her coffee eyes flared with irritation. "What's the matter with you? Did you not understand me when I said, if you don't move, I'm gonna go all Lima Heights on your ass? Or has your brain still not caught up with the rest of your gigantor body? Do I have to spell it out for you, Hudson? I don't want your grubby, ginormous man paws all up in my jelly! This," She motioned to her body cockily with one hand and smirked. "Is a lady's only zone, so go find Quinn or something. She's in full on skank mode now, so she'll be down for taking a ride on your roller coaster since that little girlfriend you call a Hobbit, still ain't giving it up to you."

"Wha..." He mumbled, shaking his head before he realized what she was talking about. "No!" He practically shouted. "That's not why..." He sputtered, his thoughts too jumbled to actually come out of his mouth coherently. "Keep your jelly to yourself, Santana! I don't want it!"

Santana's patience was wearing thin. "If you don't wants all up in my jelly, then what the fuck do you want, Hudson? I gots plans to pop in some Sweet Valley High and gets my cuddle on with Brit Brit, so that means if you don't get out of my way in, like, two seconds, I'm gonna end you, kay?"

Swallowing thickly again, Finn ran his fingers through his hair and sighed. Looking down at his Converse covered feet, he took a deep breath and stared into her rich, coffee eyes. "That's what I wanted to, um, talk to you about...Brittany... You and Brittany, I mean."

Arching a perfectly tweezed dark brow, the Latina crossed her arms over her chest. "And Brittany and I are your business because?"

"I saw you guys underneath the bleachers when I was going back to the locker room after practice. You were braiding her hair and laughing, and you..." His voice trailed as he waived his hands in various directions. "You just looked really happy and stuff, Santana."

"What the hell does that have to do with you, Franken-dumbass?"

"It was like when I first joined Glee club and I was spending all that time with Rachel..."

"Oh hells no!" Santana screeched, beautiful features contorting with disgust and horror. "You are not comparing me getting my sweet lady kisses on with Brit to whatever weird, freak-a-zoid, creeptastic thing," Her voluptuous frame shuddered for affect. "You have going with that psycho Liza Minnelli wanna be! Hells no!"

The boyishly handsome quarterback ignored her dig at his girlfriend, and soldiered on, hoping she could understand where he was coming from. Sure, they weren't friends or anything and yeah, she put him down, like, all the time, but she was still the girl he lost his virginity to. The girl who tied his tie for his Mom's wedding.

And it was weird and he didn't understand it, but he kinda, sort of cared about her.

"I know I'm not the brightest tool in the shed, but Kurt says I'm a people person and not a book person or something like that. He used a lot of words that I didn't understand, but whatever. I can tell how much you care about Brittany, and I know she cares about you too. So, like, don't be afraid to show it. I was like that with Rachel at first, you know? I wanted her to change, to be less like her so I would still be popular," His lips were down turned briefly and a sadness washed over his puppy dog features. "But I realized – you know when we were in New York for Nationals last year – that all the stuff, I wanted to change about her, is why I fell for her in the first place and that she didn't need to change at all. It was me who needed to change."

Santana stood there, dumbfounded. What the fuck just happened? Finn fucking Hudson actually made sense.

Her body shook as his words sank in deeper and deeper.

"You should be, like, proud and stuff to walk around holding Brittany's hand. You shouldn't be hiding under the bleachers; that's not cool, and it isn't fair to her either. No one's gonna make fun of you or say stuff behind your back, you're Santana Lopez. Even the dudes at this school are afraid of you."

"Did you, like, get a brain transplant in the last five minutes?" She snapped, not wanting him to see how his words affected her.

Only Brittany had ever made her feel so much, and now Hudson was making her get all freaking weepy because he was being all profound and shit. Whatever, it's not like he'd actually call her out on her misty eyes; he so didn't have the balls for it.

Blinking, she jutted out one of her hips, resuming her normal cocky posture; figuring that he'd finally get out of her way. When he didn't move, she tapped her foot impatiently and demanded, "Are you done going all Lifetime soap on me, Hudson? Cause, seriously, I'm starting to think you're gonna end up with a vagina if you don't decide to move."

He huffed and rolled his eyes, absently tugging on the straps of his backpack. "I know we're not friends and stuff, and I know this is twisted and weird and a whole bunch of other stuff that I can't figure out, but I sort of, kinda care about you, okay? You're not the bitch you make everyone but Brit think you are, you're kinda human and stuff, so I got your back and whatever. What I mean is, when you decide to put yourself out there, I'm gonna be there if anyone gives you and Brit crap."

"Damn you and your stupid, sad puppy dog eyes!" She grumbled, feeling her eyes watering. "I get it, okay? You want me to be all out and proud or whatever. And, ugh, I can't freaking believe I'm gonna say this, but you're right. Brit deserves more than hiding under the bleachers and getting our cuddle on when we watch Sweet Valley High."

Sighing heavily, Santana nibbled on her bottom lip before looking into Finn's chocolate eyes. She'd rather choke on barb wire than admit it out loud, but she sort of cared about him too; in this warped, twisted way. She took his virginity and though she tried to play it off like it was just another hook up, she felt something in that motel room; just like felt something during his Mom's wedding, then when he helped her put the star on the glee club tree and again when she kissed him at his kissing booth.

Sure, she didn't want his ginormous man paws all up in her jelly anymore, but for a ginormous frankenteen with no coordination and the brain the size of a pea, he was a pretty decent guy.

"You tell anyone about this and I will kick your gigantor ass so hard, your mini Frankenteens with Berry will feel it and so will their Barbra Streisand stuffed up babies," Her voice grew softer by the time she finished off her threat with, "But thanks, Finn."

"I just think you should get to be happy too... You and Brittany."

Watching Finn walk away, Santana felt her stomach sink. Admitting that Brittany deserved more than hiding under the bleachers and getting their cuddle on to Sweet Valley High was one thing, doing those things was another.

Note: I know there wasn't any Brittana in the first part, but there are rumors going around that when Glee returns from its hiatus, Finn supposedly plays a big part in getting them together, so I ran with that in this story. And I just can't help it, I love when Cory and Naya share scenes together.