The first time Brittany and Santana kissed, they were eight and playing doctor. Santana insisted on being the doctor that needed to tend to the wounds of the injured Brittany. When Brittany pretended to stop breathing, even though her fake injury was only a scratch on her knee, Santana promptly pressed their lips together to perform CPR like she had seen on TV. Brittany magically recovered and was healed. But another wound was opened that day deep inside of Santana that would forever exist as a gash that seemed impossible to cure.

The summer before they started high school, the girls were sitting in Brittany's room listening to music and talking about what they expected their first day of school to be like.

"Well obviously we're going to be the coolest girls in school. We're going to be cheerleaders and everyone will love us," Santana said confidently.

A shimmer of hope entered Brittany's eyes. "Even boys?"

Santana looked away and said, "Yeah, definitely boys."

She was very well aware of Brittany's obsession with finding someone who liked her. Even though she was beautiful, her personality quirks were always something that became more of a joke for boys rather than an endearing charm. But Santana loved her quirks and every ounce of her personality and would rather kill a boy and go to jail than allow him to see Brittany as she was because that was something sacred to Santana.

"But what if I don't know what to do with boys? Like what if they kiss me?" Brittany said exasperated.

The thought of a boy kissing Brittany bothered Santana even more and yet there wasn't a thing she could say or do about it. "You just kiss them back."

Brittany laid down on the bed and sighed. "I'm a bad kisser," she admitted. "I kiss the mirror and I never feel anything back."

Santana tried her hardest not to laugh at her friend's innocence. "Do you want me to show you?"

Brittany jumped up and nodded furiously. She didn't see anything wrong with two friends kissing, especially if it was for learning purposes in order to have a boyfriend. "Show me S."

Santana closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She knew this was a bad idea but that part of her that craved Brittany and haunted her fourteen year old existence was not something that she could ignore. She seized the opportunity and lightly pressed her lips against Brittany's. The kiss was shorter than their doctor experience and yet it brought with it a tsunami of emotion.

"I think I felt something," Brittany declared.

Santana knew she wasn't feeling the same thing that she was but smiled regardless. "Good. Now you're ready to kiss boys."

Brittany stood up and danced around the room with such a childish joy. On the bed lay Santana, confused, yet determined to make high school a turning point in her life. A point where she gets over Brittany.

Two Weeks Later

Santana and Brittany arrived at school for their first day. Upon seeing the crowd of anxious students, Brittany beamed with excitement. "So many boys to meet. So little Brittany."

Santana pouted and walked towards her assigned locker. She put her jacket inside of it and walked off to her first class. Finally, she was apart from Brittany for the first time all summer; practically the first time the past seven years, and she knew this was going to be the perfect remedy for her. She settled into an empty seat at the back of her Spanish class.

"What's good? I'm Puck," said a tanned muscular guy with a Mohawk. His eyes twinkled and she finally knew what it was like to be looked at with desire; something she never got from Brittany the way she wanted. Sure their hugs and pinkie holding was adorable, but it wasn't filling the walls of her heart.

"Santana," she said while extending her hand.

"I dig your name," he said with a laugh.

She smiled as the teacher walked in. "Hello class, my name is Mr. Schuester and I'm your Spanish teacher. I'm also running the Glee club this year so if we have any singers or dancers in here please meet with me after class to sign up."

Santana loved to sing and dance but she assumed that joining a club like that would be social suicide. At least that was how it was portrayed on TV. Plus Brittany loved to sing and dance, and more time with Brittany wouldn't push her feelings any further away.

At the end of class, Puck followed Santana to her locker. "So I think we should hang out sometime. I can take you to a movie or something," he said sweetly with his eyes pinned on her.

Santana only knew this guy's name and that he was horrendous at Spanish but yet that look was all she needed. "Sure," she said with a wink before writing down her number on a piece of paper.

As he walked away, Brittany approached Santana. "You already have a boyfriend?"

"No Brittany. I just gave him my number."

Brittany frowned and leaned her head against the locker. "I wish someone would ask for my number."

"What's your number?" Santana asked in her subtle form of flirtation.

"Oh you know it's what you press to call me on the phone."

Santana couldn't believe Brittany's response which was so dumb that she wondered how Brittany survived in class. She was always saying the strangest things yet to Santana she was a genius in her own way. But if she kept talking like that then she would never get a boyfriend; and maybe that's what Santana wanted all along.

"Never change Britt," she said while putting her hand on the blonde's shoulder.

"I'm not a caterpillar. I'm not changing."

Santana laughed and started to walk away. "See you at Cheerio tryouts!" Brittany yelled out to Santana's back.

After Santana and Brittany both made the cheerleading squad, their social status was developing in the ways they fantasized about over the summer. They were now the cool kids in school and sashayed around the hallways with confidence in their red uniforms and slick ponytails. All the boys looked at them with lust while the girls were jealous. Especially the socially unfortunate like the Glee club.

Rachel, Mercedes, and Tina were no where near as popular or stylish as Brittany, Santana, and Quinn. With each passing day, Santana put on a tough front to act superior to the rest of McKinley High's students. In her eyes, she had to start being stronger and tougher if she was ever to stop being the love sick puppy that she secretly was. Santana turned herself into a force to be reckoned with.

That's why she filled with anger when Brittany begged her to join the Glee club. "Britt, I am not associating with those losers. We're freshmen; we can't afford to put ourselves in that position."

Brittany's eyes grew sad and she marched off into the classroom for the Glee meeting alone. Part of her wanted to run after her and say that she'd go anywhere she did but that Santana had to go away. But as soon as she saw Puck enter the classroom, Santana proudly marched in. Brittany could think she was there for her, but Santana knew she was there for Puck.

As weeks went by, Puck and Santana grew close and Santana tried to forget all about her little crush on Brittany. She could hold hands with her and not feel like her insides were bursting at the seams. Now they held hands as they talked about Puck and whatever guy Brittany thought was cute- which was every guy because she liked to keep her options open.

When Santana had a failed attempt at sex with Puck towards the end of the school year, she found herself crying on Brittany's bed that something was wrong and that she didn't feel right. Brittany assured her that it was because she didn't know how to have sex.

Santana laughed through her tears. How could someone not know how to have sex? After all, wasn't it a natural reaction between two people who have feelings for each other? Santana was sure she knew how to have sex; it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure it out. The problem wasn't that she wasn't psychically able to; it was that she wasn't sure she wanted to. Not with him.

Brittany patted Santana's dark hair and tried to comfort her. "We can have sex to practice. Just like how we kissed."

There was a big difference between a harmless peck and having sex. Santana didn't want to let her inhibitions out that way and be intimate with the only person she actually wanted. They were best friends after all. How could that friendship ever survive if they took a leap of faith into sexual territory? That was what bothered Santana for years because even though when she was too young to understand sex and being gay, she knew that friends weren't supposed to cross that line.

"Britt, you can't be serious."

She shrugged her shoulders. "Why not? They say your first time is supposed to be with someone special. I'd rather it be with you than some guy that will leave me."

Santana didn't know how Brittany couldn't find anything peculiar with this arrangement but she didn't bother to ask. She let her wall crumble down. "I wouldn't leave you."

"I know. So we can have sex. And then you can know how to have sex with Puck."

Santana laughed before she leaned in to kiss Brittany. This was now the third time they kissed and even though Brittany was a bit all over the place because they hadn't properly practiced how she should be moving her lips, her unique way only turned Santana on more. When Brittany let her tongue slip into Santana's mouth, the brunette pulled away in a panic.

"I'm horrible aren't I?" Brittany asked mortified.

If she only knew that it was quite the opposite. "No, you're perfect. Can we um, can we just turn off the light?"

Santana didn't want to actually see Brittany clearly when this happened because it would hurt her too much knowing this was just an experiment according to Brittany's logic. When Brittany returned to the bed, Santana inched towards her and picked up where they left off. With each passing kiss, more passion developed and Santana couldn't help but feel like a lioness as she grew more aggressive and removed Brittany's clothes.

"Only my mom has ever seen me naked. And I guess the people at the hospital when I was born, even though I looked like an alien then." Brittany said while Santana kissed her neck. Santana took a gently nibble which sent chills up Brittany's spin. "Are you a vampire? Because I read a book that says vampires are bad and need to be stabbed with wooden stakes."

"Britt?" Santana asked as she sat up.

"Yes?"

"You either shut up or we stop." Santana said coldly.

Brittany grew silent and leaned in to kiss Santana. The two girls discovered each other for the first time and even though they were both incredibly nervous, they managed to continue exploring for the next two hours until they were covered in sweat and too tired to go any further.

As they laid side by side on the bed exasperated, Santana turned to look at Brittany. "Are you okay?"

"I think so," she said before a long pause. "Are you okay? You were yelling a lot, are you mad?"

Santana smiled and brushed a piece of hair out of Brittany's face. "No, I'm not mad. I was happy."

"Happy people don't yell. If they do then they're crazy."

"Then I'm crazy," Santana said. "About you," she added to herself in her head.

The girls fell asleep cradling against one another and slept through the sunny Sunday morning. They acted like nothing happened and maybe to Brittany it wasn't a big deal but it was to Santana. If only she knew the right move to make next.