ok so this is my 1st Brittana fan fiction short story. It's my interpretation of how the Brittana storyline should have been played out in season 2.

I can't maintain fluffy romance, so I choose season 2 because of angst, romance, drama.

disclaimer: i do not own glee or charcters- ryan murphy does.

Chapter 1

She looks at me for an answer. I am standing at Brittany's locker in silence. I can't look her in the eye. Of course I love her, why can't I say it? I first fell in love with her when she sat next to me in science 1st year, and started talking about her cat, about how he should stop smoking. I took a liking to her instantly and we immediately became best friends.

I look back at her. 'I-I…' I can't say it. Damn it Lopez, why are you such a coward? Her blue sky eyes search me, disappointment in them. 'You know how I feel Santana. I want to be with you.' I really do love her. She said she would sacrifice her dancing career if it meant we could be together. 'Brit-Brit, I just need more time, and a little bit of luck.' 'I'll give you luck,' and she leans in and softly kisses me on the cheek. Her velvet skin feels like silk and I do everything to stop myself from showing my affection to Brittany, wilfully. We walk pinky locked to Glee club, another day finished.

'Mr Shue, I think…' oh my god Berry was at it again, trying to get her own way in glee club. At the mention of Brittany's name I jerk my head up and actually looked interested in what she was saying. …'and I think she could benefit from further practice.' 'Hey my Brittany can dance.' I instantly feel my heart flip flop as I had just called Brittany mine. I could tell she was swooning in the corner and everyone had a surprised look on their face. 'What was that Santana?' Rachel questioned. 'Nothing,' I mumble, and sit in front of Brittany.

I feel her hot breath against my neck. She whispered softly 'you look so cute when you're embarrassed.' I breathe out deeply. God damn Brit, why do you have to tease me like this? I long to feel her soft skin, her wavy blonde hair, her sweet lips. I turn to Puck and he's giving me this look- I think he's catching on. I sit back in my chair and cross my arms. Berry was singing one of her crazy solos, and I tune out to the sound of my heart beating so very fast, running like a cheetah.

Abuela ran around the kitchen like a loon, attending to 10 things at once. I close the front door and walk over to help her. We quietly cook dinner; I did not want to stress her out anymore, so I did not talk about my love for my best friend. Brittany was always on my mind, in my dreams, her angelic voice coaxing me to sleep. I wake the next day, the girl I had been dreaming about was standing at my bedroom door.