Hey All! My Name is Emily and this is my first EVER fanfiction. I Love all Brittana stuff and i think that i will do them some justice. I am crap at spelling so i apologize for that and i hope that you enjoy it just as much as i enjoyed writting it. HAVE FUN!

Disclaimer - I do not own Glee even though i wish i did! xx

Dedicated to my friend Poppy, who showed me FanFiction and i am grateful!

Fanfiction - rubberduck96 .uk - emilydean2

Thanks for the shoulder

It's a peaceful afternoon at my house, my sister is singing at the top of her lungs to some crap she downloaded. I on the other hand am slouched on the couch, feet crossed to the side of me, watching the usual rubbish that just happens to be on the TV at 5:30. It was some soppy program, now everyone knows I cry at soppy things, it's just the romance of it all. Instead of crying I decided to hide my tears by throwing my toffee popcorn at the TV, although half of it didn't even make the TV. Edging closer and closer to the main characters who were declaring their love for each other, I shove popcorn in my mouth as the scene begins to unfold in front of me. I jump screaming at the top of my lungs from the small knocks that is coming from my hall. With my tear still placed on my cheek I stand up rapping my blanket over me and walk for the door.

"Hey, ermmm c…can I come in" I opened the door and revealed a tall blonde girl staring at me. I was shocked. I never ever imagined she was the type to just turn up at your house and here was me in my pajamas and a blanket. I threw the blanket to the floor and fixed my hair as she smiled at me trying to make an effort. "So can i…"

"God Yes, sorry, Please come in, come in." She giggled as I fixed the pillows that were on the floor and picked up the pieces of popcorn from my rage at the TV before. She was just stood there, I gestured her to sit down. I paused the TV and turned it off; I'll watch that later right now something is wrong with my friend. We never really talked, I mean we talked but it wasn't meaning full and something told me this was important.

"What's up?" Her smile slowly faded as mine grew, (I thought it was some stupid row with those cows she calls friends or she wanted to go out to the cinema or something) "Seriously babe what's going on?" I started to sorry as her eyes began to fill up. Slowly I moved along the couch so I was sat right next to her, knees touching. I grabbed her cold hand and warmed it up in my own; she slowly places her head on my shoulder. I looked into her sad eyes which were welling up. I was lost in them. Her blue pools were sucking me in and I couldn't stop them. Although one of her eyes was clearly visible, the other covered by a drape of hair. The tears slowly formed and made their way down her cold cheek and onto our hands.

"I should never of come here!" she attempted to stand up but I was still clutching her hand and with all my strength I pulled her back down.

"No you can stay a little longer Brit; you can't drive like this that is suicidal!" I kissed the top of her head as we lay on the couch, she was crying more and I was still stock in her eyes.

"Thank you Santana, I mean thanks for the shoulder." She closed her eyes and sobbed until her little lungs couldn't take it anymore. I pulled back the blondes hair and put it behind her ear.

328 tissues later

Britney was asleep on Santana's couch. She didn't ever stir, she was surrounded by tissues which made Santana chuckle to herself. Santana just sat there reading her magazine looking over at Britney the odd time to check she was alright and not about to burst out crying again.

"Why is there a random girl sleeping on our couch…Santana what did you do to this poor girl!" Carmen walked into the lounge and stood at the door in her hand on hip, I don't care about anything because I'm a rebel, way.

"Carmen! Britney is upset and she totally crashed…I'm letting her sleep it out, it is the least I can do for a friend." Carmen came and stood in front of the now upstanding Santana.

"What if I was going to sit right there." Carmen pointed to where Britney's back was. She was 14 and very much like Santana, had to make a drama out of everything, I swear if she didn't get her way then all hell would break louse. If you thought that Santana was a moody bitch then you must meet her sisters, they'll show you how they do it in Lima Heights.

"Yes because if you wanted to sit there, I would roll out the red carpet, move sleeping beauty and plump a pillow for you. Is that better Carmen!" Santana allowed a hit of sarcasm get through to her sister. "Even though there is 7 other seating in the lounge that aren't being sat on." Santana said a little louder than expected, the sarcasm ran in Carmen's ears as she edged ever closer to Santana.

"Sleeping Beauty huh?" Britney sat up and stared the Latinos who looked like they were about to claw each other's eyes out. "Sorry didn't mean to interrupt. Carmen stared Britney down and then looked over at Santana, she knew something she brewing.

"Your right…She is insanely beautiful" Britney giggled at Carmen who was staring at Santana's face which we shocked. Carmen walked into the kitchen with her head held proud, she had won this battle.

"Insanely beautiful, hey?" Britney giggled even more at Santana's face and told her to come and sit down.

"Well now you have met my BITCH of a sister" Britney was laughing even harder at the sibling rivalry that being an only child, she had never experienced. Santana had relaxed on to the back of the sofa, rested her head back and sighing loudly.

"You called? "Carmen pocked her head threw the door and smiled at Santana and Britney who were actually starting to get a little annoyed with the teenager. They were sat with their knees touching and their eyes almost locked if it wasn't for Carmen. Santana decided to not even want to see her face, instead she looked further into Britney who was still obviously upset about whatever it was that was wrong.

"So you are going to tell me why you are so upset before?" Santana pulled the blanket from and pulled it right across so it would cover both of them, purposely sliding her hand across Britney's. Britney took this as a 'you can cuddle with me…if you want' so she did. She rested her head on Santana and lay there for a few seconds before sniffing.

"I don't really want to talk about it, I mean I want to tell you but I don't want to tell you, cause San you will probably go 'all lima heights' on their ass." Santana smirked at how well Britney knew her then stopped when she realized that someone had hurt her, that was why she was so upset, she gritted her teeth and smiled.

"I'll try my best no to kill them" She giggles "Why has someone hurt you Brit?" Santana pulled a bowl of popcorn over to them as Britney started to explain.

"So me and Artie have been dating for a few years now and I love him but I'm not in love with him. It's just I think I'm falling for someone else, and Artie went ahead and proposed to me and I freaked. I panicked and practically yelled NO. I ran, I got in my car and I found myself at the end of your drive. I'm sorry" Santana was star struck. She stood up as Britney's heart sunk further down. She thought Santana was going to kick her out.

"Come here you big numpty" Santana pulled her hands out and grabbed Britney up, with that she held the pale blonde close and they stood there for a few minutes with Britney's head resting in Santana's neck. "So who is the lucky person you left stubbles mc cripple pants for?" Britney leaned back to look at Santana who had always called Artie that, she wasn't going to stop now. Britney just smiled, this time she was stuck in the Latinos dark eyes that were just like mud. She slowly leaned forward and kissed Santana, it was a short kiss but it meant a lot to both of the girls that were not smirking into each other's eyes

"So, does that answer your question?" Britney leaned in for another kiss and the tears of happiness rolled down her cheek and onto Santana.

"I am so yours" Britney let out a giggle "Proudly so" Santana kissed her again before pulling away and the sound of a key in the door. It was her elder sister Camille. Britney looked at Santana and didn't even realize it her sister, she thought even worse 'OMG Santana mums! She hates me' Santana quickly sat down on the sofa and patted for Britney do to the same.

"San, Carmen. I'm back…. Guys?" Santana breathed in and out trying to calm her urge to kiss Britney. Her sister walked through the lounge door and saw Santana sat with Britney on the couch. "Oh I didn't realize you had company, Hi I'm Camille but people call me Cam. It's a pleasure to meet you…."

"Britney, I'm Britney" Britney reached out to shake the firm hand that stood before her. "I'm Santana's Girlfriend…"

Santana looked at Britney and then at her sister whose face was shocked. She thought she was about the collapse.

"I'm sorry GIRLFRIEND!" Cam looked at Britney still in shock as Santana fell down on to the sofa with a thud.

"Tanna?" Camille was shocked, scared and very confused

"San...babe talk to me" The sweet sound of Britney's voice echoed threw her ears as she smiled looking up into her blue eyes and fainted.