Brittana Forever

Glee

Santana Lopez roamed the hallways of William McKinley High School looking for her blonde best friend, Brittany Pierce. The two had been inseparable since kindergarten, and Brittany had been acting strange. They could sense when something was wrong with the other, almost like twins, even though they were opposites. Santana was Latina, dark brown hair, tanned skin, deep brown eyes. Brittany was blonde, with bright blue eyes and paler skin. Their personalities were different as well. Santana was known throughout the school as, well, a bitch. She wasn't afraid to speak her mind, and always had a sarcastic comment ready. Brittany was what people liked to call stupid. She always saw the best in people and there was a warm smile etched into her face most of the time. Both girls are on the cheer squad, the "Cheerios", and they also joined Glee Club together, which earned them a slushy or two on the face. Through all that, and both sleeping with Puck, the two remained best friends.

Santana's POV:

Another empty classroom. I've been walking around this school for ten minutes trying to find Brittany. She didn't stay home today, did she? We never stay home and don't tell each other. I went back to the Glee room to call her. As I entered I was attacked from behind.

"Gotcha!" Brittany squealed.

"Britt! I've been looking for you everywhere!"

"When you were in here earlier I was under the piano." she smiled.

"Only you, Brittany S. Pierce. Only you."

I reached out to hug her and she gladly accepted. Hey, the girl loves hugs. We linked our pinkies together and walked over to the chairs.

"So what did you wanna talk to me for?" Brittany asked, messing with her high pony.

"I wanted to ask you if you wanted to sleep over at my house tonight?" I bit my lip, nervous habit.

"That sounds great! Thanks, San."

"Why thanks?" I asked, confused.

"Oh, uh, I don't know." She giggled. "I just like spending time with you."

With that she smiled, told me she would see me later, and exited. I had been right, Brittany was acting weird. I needed to find out what was wrong. I'm Santana Lopez, queen bitch, so I normally wouldn't care. I just really care about Brittany. She's my best friend.

Brittany's POV:

How long do I have to stay under this piano? I wondered to myself just as Santana walked in. I got up quickly and quietly and wrapped my arms around her, causing her to scream a little. After we got done laughing at my little prank (which was great, if I do say so myself), Santana asked me if I wanted to have a sleepover. My answer was yes of course. I love Santana, so why wouldn't it be? That was also the problem. I love Santana. Like, really love her. I feel bad because she doesn't know, but I can't tell her. What if she doesn't love me back? I couldn't take that. Oh, but what if she does? It'd be perfect. We could kiss each other and get married, maybe have kids. My perfect life. I can only dream…