Author's Note: This story just keeps refusing to exist because this is the third time I had to re-write it, but I kept trying because this is something I want to write. Hopefully, it was worth the effort. Please understand my slip ups in the way of spelling and such. I am a human, and was using Wordpad. I don't think any further explanation is necessary.

The first chapter sets the stage in 3rd person, but the rest will rotate between 1st person narratives. I have a good idea where this will go, but this is a glee fiction and I have a special flexibility and compassion to cater to glee fans wants because let's face it, the show hasn't been doing us justice.

Lastly, I apologize for the long author's note; especially, if you read it all. I don't usually do these things, I promise.

(Revision: Dec. 30, 2012)

Badly subdued giggling from the upper bunk pried Quinn from this fantastic dream of being an only child, having her own room, and never ever having to share her bacon with anyone ever again. What a cruel reality she found when she opened her eyes to see a the glow of the communal laptop coming from her sister's bed where she was no doubt instant messaging with that online friend of hers, and her brother's slumbering form teetering off the foot of her bed with the empty and upturned popcorn bowl in his lap. Chewy was his makeshift pillow. The poor dog was being drooled upon like a hand-me-down stuffed toy.

The clock on the cable box told her it was an ungodly hour to be up, which made it a perfectly acceptable hour to scold her sister for being up and causing her be up. It was mostly because her sister was up, though. Of course it was.

"Brittany, do you know what time is it?" she demanded trying to raise her sleep-heavy voice to a point where it could be heard by the younger blonde, but hopefully not the parental units sleeping in the room down the hall.

" - Adventure Time?" muttered Sam being ripped from his sleep too. Chewy woke up just after, and he ran under the bed to hide from the noise. It was not surprising; their dog was a coward. What was surprising was that he fit under there. He and Sam had been growing at an alarming rate.

Brittany had this theory that their parents were slipping growth hormones in their food.

Quinn assured her that it was probably due to him picking up football last summer as his secondary attempt for scholarships. Quinn and Brittany had their cheerleading. All were applying for academic ones on top of their financial aide applications.

Them putting so much thought into their future was really making their parents proud; if not a little ashamed that they couldn't just afford to send them all. The kids were understanding, though. Quinn and the twins in less than two years, that would burn up any savings the poor Pierces ever tried to start. And now they had a German shepherd.

Sam had been average height and chubby for most of his life. It made him easy to pick out as the baby, even though he and Britt were twins and only four minutes apart. Brittany had most of her growing done early. She had always been the tallest up to Sam's last growth spurt. They left Quinn in the dust at 5'6".

"Samuel Evans Pierce, you have your own room, I believe..."

Quinn rolled her eyes. Another injustice. Stupid only boy.

"And, Brittany Susan Pierce, bed time."

They whined in twinly unison. Both hated when Quinn A) used their full names against them, and B) treated them like children. "I'm going, I'm going," Sam huffed as he lifted himself up only to slip on the blanket, roll off the entirely, and face-plant into the carpet. Frustration poured from his exaggerated groan.

"Five more minutes," Brittany pleaded, the pout evident in her tone. Seriously, the two had to start acting their age, or at least their height. Whatever.

...

LatinaHBIC: Are they gone?

DuckyLuv: Sam's back in his room and Quinnie is beddy-byes

LatinaHBIC: Good, now I can have you all to myself ;)

DuckyLuv: Wouldn't you like that~

LatinaHBIC: I would LOVE that. It would be a dream come true -hearts-

DuckyLuv: Aw, you dream of me?

LatinaHBIC: Every night, babe

Brittany could never contain the smile Santana gave her. It started months ago when she found her blog online. It was amazing. Santana was amazing - and she followed back! They bonded over mutual love for music, movies, and memes. They reblogged each other like crazy with complete disregard for mutual followers when they spam their dashes with untagged personal posts and replies. The haters could leave if they wanted. As far as Brittany was concerned, she would only care if a specific few unfollowed. At the top of that specified list was Santana.

Santana had a way with making Brittany feel... special. It wasn't just with her sweet, sweet words, either. Santana would listen to her problems, and cared. She knew how she fought with her siblings, but never really had it out with either of them. She knew about her cat Lord Tubbington, her theory about sharks being gay dolphins, and a bunch of other things which she had stopped talking about to anyone else because they simply didn't get it the same way Santana did.

Overall, Santana understood her more than anyone else. They had these little inside jokes, and could go on and on for hours. The two of them could not go a day without communicating with the other. She loved it, she loved her, and she couldn't stand it.

DuckyLuv: I really wish we could meet, San :(

She was falling in love with a girl who was miles and miles away.

LatinaHBIC: Me too.

LatinaHBIC: You are so much better than any of these idiots here.

DuckyLuv: Is it Rachel again?

Santana had problems with this girl named Rachel Berry, or as Santana called her on her blog, the Ugly Dwarfling. The two could not get along for the life of them, even though they had most of their classes and Glee club together.

LatinaHBIC: Ugh. She's a nightmare.

DuckyLuv: I would hold your hand through that nightmare :)

LatinaHBIC: Are you sure? I may never let go...

DuckyLuv: Who said anything about letting go?

LatinaHBIC: Britt, if I could really have you, I would never let you go

Brittany sighed. The smile waned bittersweetly. She sucked in her lips and bit down lightly. She really did not know what to do with these feelings anymore.

There was just no way to really be with Santana. No matter how close she felt to her, they were physically too far apart for a real relationship, and that thought alone with this all-too-real ache in her... It was like there was a hole inside of her heart where this girl was supposed to be, but couldn't possibly be. She considered talking to Quinn about it because Quinn was the only other person besides Santana who she would trust about this sort of thing, but she already knew what would be waiting there. Quinn would convince her to give up on it. The only problem there was that even if she tried, Brittany knew it would be pointless.

There was no way she could just get over Santana Lopez.

...

All in all, tonight was pretty normal for Sam.

He went to practice.

He came home right after.

He took an ice-cold shower.

He ate with the family.

He had Movie Marathon Night with his sisters.

He fell asleep in their room.

He was kicked out.

Lastly, though technically it was already morning, he was stumbling in the dark to his own room, which he only ever used to crash in.

Sam walked into the door before he got a grip on the knob, twisting it open, and falling unceremoniously onto the floor again. He should really stop doing that. He pulled himself off the floor and jumped into bed. Apparently, Chewy had followed him and tucked himself into Sam's side as the boy adjusted to find a good spot. He sighed contently when he found a sweet position.

Just another Friday for Sam.

He liked it.