Author's Note: I'm not going to patronize you by saying that this is my first work and I'm horrid at summaries and whatnot. Hopefully my work can speak for itself :) Comments, and criticisms are very much appreciated! Thanks for taking the time to read this little piece. I've had the idea for awhile and I'm excited to finally start making something of it!

Everyone always told me to "Be careful with Santana.", "Don't break her heart.", "Take care of her." When things went sour everyone turned to me first as if to say, "What did you do to her?" Maybe that's because everyone believed she was a lot more in love with me than I was with her. Simple, sweet, innocent Brittany. How could such a simple minded girl understand the complexity of such a relationship? I'm not stupid you know.

They always said I'd break your heart; and for a while I did. But then you returned the favor.

It's a bright August day, the sun illuminating all corners of the world, or at least every bit of the limits of Santana's universe. Admittedly, her world only stretched to the end of the cul-de-sac and occasionally further into Lima for a trip to the grocery store; however on that sweltering day, it seemed as if there was no place on Earth to escape the sun's burning rays. The best retreat she could find was lying in her mother's flower bed, her small frame covered by the chrysanthemums.

She could feel the baked earth pressing against her back and staining her white shirt and winced as she ran her tongue over her dry sun split lips. Santana closed her eyes, praying for a cloud, a light breeze, the mist from a neighbors sprinkler, anything that would relieve her for even a second from the scorching day. She thought her prayers were answered when she felt something wet land on her nose. Santana opened her eyes, smiling slightly in anticipation of seeing a rain cloud or a sprinkler but instead was surprised by a flurry of bubbles floating over the imposing hedge that guarded the house, and into her yard.

She watched, fascinated as the bubbles turned different colors when the light hit them just right. Tentatively, she reached out to touch one, giggling as it popped. Santana froze as she heard a second set of giggles, echoing her own. Sitting straight up, her eyes swept across her yard landing on a set of curious blue eyes and a Cheshire grin that appeared from within the hedge. Santana leapt from her spot and ran to the bushes, finding herself face to face with a small blonde girl about her age.

Santana frowned at the girl and placed a hand on her hip. "Who are you? Why are you spying on people? That's rude you know."

"I wasn't spying. My name is Brittany and I'm an adventurer who's going to rescue you from the ghosts!" The girl grinned broadly as she spun around and gestured to all the bubbles. "You were asleep or something so I was going to come wake you up by kissing you like in the princess movies. Cause you were around a bunch of flowers. Princesses like flowers and princesses are pretty so I'm pretty sure you're a princess." She tugged at the blonde fly aways that had escaped her ponytail and looked over the shocked girl. "Guess you are shy huh? That's cool! Close your eyes though okay? Even if you don't want to talk to me I want to keep playing with you."

Santana continued to stare at Brittany. "But… Who are-"

"I already told you this, silly! I'm Brittany your best friend. Starting now. Now close your eyes, you're supposed to be sleeping. No more sleep talking." Brittany placed her sticky hands over Santana's eyes and quickly leaned over to peck her on the cheek. "You can be awake now." She whispered in Santana's ear before taking off, running after the bubbles and shouting something about being ghost busters.

Santana stood in shock for a couple seconds as she watched the little blonde stranger, Brittany, run around the yard popping the bubbles. She'd never had a best friend before. Her small hand rose to her cheek and brushed against the spot where Brittany had kissed her. She'd never gotten to be the princess before either. With a small smile Santana quickly decided that she liked this Brittany girl very much. She ran over to Brittany and joined her scaring the ghosts away.

"You have to go home Britt."

"No I don't."

"Yeah you do. You're mom and dad will be worried it's almost dark time."

"But I want to stay here and play some more." Brittany's pink lips formed into a pout and her blue eyes threatened to turn into a pool of tears.

"Aw come on now don't cry. Princesses don't cry. I pinky promise that you can come over again tomorrow." Santana offered a smile and held up her pinky.

"Pinky promises are serious stuff." Brittany mused and with a solemn nod hooked her pinky around Santana's.

"Alright let's go." They dropped their hands to ther sides as Santana pulled Brittany across the road not letting go of her little finger until they reached the other side.

"Don't forget. You pinky promised me San okay? You have to see me tomorrow."

"Tomorrow and every day after. I promise." Before she could walk away Brittany flung her arms around her in a hug that would last several minutes.

Falling in love is like asking for a giant box of chocolates knowing that you're just going to get beat with a sledgehammer after you enjoy them.

But sometimes you don't ask for love. It just happens.

The sledgehammer comes regardless.