Dislaimer: I do not own Glee or any of its characters.

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"Ok class, repeat after me. Then write the translation on your paper. El niño está jugando al fútbol."

I roll my eyes as the class slowly repeats the statement. Looking around at the earnest faces, I catch Finn's confused look as he mouths what is most likely a bunch of gibberish. I quickly scrawl 'The boy plays football' on my paper and go back to being bored.

"Good job guys. Ok, how about: El profesor es muy inteligente."

Again, the class drones out the phrase. This time, I look over and see Brittany proudly repeating the sentence. I smile, thinking about how the help I've been giving her after school seems to be paying off. She always looks so cute, walking up my doorstep with her Spanish book wrapped tightly in her arms. I don't think she knows it, but I usually peak out of my window until she gets to my house. I love watching her fidget with her skirt and fix her hair before she rings the doorbell.

My smile fades as I think about how much less time we've been spending together lately. Ever since she started dating Artie, I've seen her less and less. I honestly don't know how much more my heart can take.

"Santana!" a scolding voice breaks me away from my thoughts. I look up at the front of the classroom, and Holly Holliday, substitute teacher extraordinaire is looking at me. "Would you like to join the rest of the class"

I roll my eyes again, slap on my best bitch-face, and reply, "In case you haven't got a good look at me, I'm latina…like from Latin America. As in, I know my Spanish." This elicits a giggle from Brittany. Our eyes meet and I try to force the pain from them. I don't want her to know I'm hurting. My attention is brought back to the front of the room, where Holliday has just clucked her tongue, grinning at my blatant disrespect.

Holliday looks at me, meeting my gaze and returning it with a fiery smirk of her own. "That may be, Santana, but a little practice never hurts. I suggest you pay extra attention to this lesson. You might learn something."

I shoot her one last glare and slump in my chair. Fine, I'll participate to get the grade, but I sure as hell don't want to look like I give a damn.

"Class, are you ready to continue? Ok, la chica es muy triste."

"La chica es muy triste," I respond like a robot, then write 'The girl is very sad' on my paper.

"Ok next one," Holliday glances around the room, stopping her gaze at Brittany. "La chica es una bailarina."

My heartstrings are pulled a little bit as visions of Brittany dancing burst quickly into my mind. I respond with the rest of the class, then write 'The girl is a dancer'. Brittany strutting across the choir room, dancing to a song enters my head again. I suppress the pain once more.

Holliday claps a little excitedly and rubs her hands together, thinking of her next phrase. "Ok guys, let's do one more, then turn your papers in. After this I'll pair you guys up and you'll tell each other about what you did over the weekend."

I picked up my pencil, ready to get this inane exercise over with. I snuck another glance at Brittany, who looked just as adorable as she did a minute ago, poised eagerly for the next sentence.

Holliday started back up. "Alright, last one. La chica está enamorada de la otra chica."

The tip of my pencil snapped under the pressure I was suddenly exerting on it. I couldn't have just heard her say that. I mean…did she really?

The class repeated the last phrase. "La chica está enamorada de la otra chica".

Ok, so I guess that really was what she said. The rest of the class stares ahead blankly and I vacantly wonder if they even know what they just said. I rummage in my Cheerios duffel bag, looking for another writing utensil. My hand grabbed the first pen it felt and I almost bit back a groan when I realized the pen I pulled out was Brittany's koosh pen. No matter what I do I can't shake her.

I wrote the last sentence on my paper: The girl is in love with the other girl.

If I didn't know any better, I'd say that Holliday is up to something. A sneaking suspicion enters my head as I think of her plotting to get Brittany and I together. Not that that would ever happen. Not now…

And besides, it's not like she could even know. I've been nothing but discrete in my pining over Brittany since the barf-fest known as Artie and Brittany began. At least I'm pretty sure I had been…

"Santana and Brittany," Holliday calls out, and my train of thought crashes quickly to a stop. Is she calling us out? Is she fixing us up? She opens her mouth again. "Quinn and Rachel. Puck and Finn."

My heart calms down as I realize that she's just calling us out to pair up for the next exercise.

I grab up my school stuff and walk, flustered, over to where Brittany is sitting. Her face lights up as I plop unceremoniously next to her.

"Hey San," she says with a smile on her face. It's hard not to smile back at her. She has a way of lighting up my heart until my happiness reaches my face.

Before I even know what I'm doing or saying, I'm reaching under our desks and grabbing Brittany's hand, our pinkies linking in a motion so fluid, it would be impossible to tell we hadn't done so in over a month.

"I miss you, B," I say, a sad smile reaching the corners of my mouth. A frown creeps across her face.

"I know…it's just, well, Artie has been really demanding of my time and then there's dance practice and my mom has been teaching me how to cook." I grin thinking about Brittany's mom. She reminded me so much of Phoebe from Friends it was insane. It was easy to see where Brittany got her dead pan humor and free spirit from.

I squeeze her hand reassuringly. "It's ok, you don't have to excuse it. I just wish we could see each other again, you know? Like old times."

I didn't realize how upset I was about everything. The girl is in love with the other girl. That stupid phrase popped into my head again, and I had to choke back the thought that Holliday was talking about us. It's not like it isn't true...

My eyes filled with water as I thought about how much I cared about my fellow Cheerio. I looked around the room, hoping that Brittany wouldn't notice. Quinn and Rachel were talking in thick Spanish accents, putting their fingers over their upper lips to imitate a Spanish mustache. It was annoyingly and sickeningly cute how close those two had gotten since Quinn became an independent woman and the two stopped fighting over Finn.

Finn and Puck were slaughtering the Spanish language, trying to talk about football and girls and probably boobs and sex, but failing miserably. I'm pretty sure I heard Finn say, in incredibly broken Spanish, something that roughly translated to, "The house steaks are singing" at one point, to which Puck shook his head like he understood and responded with "Flowers are exploding at art exhibits".

I tried to change the subject, not wanting to upset Brittany anymore. "I can see that my Spanish lessons are working."

Brittany bobbed her head up and down. She smirked at me. "Learning from the best will make you at least second best."

I stifled a snort of laughter as I remembered the first time that was said in our relationship. Britt and I had just slept together for the first time and she may have had to steer me around her, uh…curves. Not that I would ever tell anyone that. Santana Lopez, learning the tricks of the trade from someone else? I think not.

God, how I missed her.

"Do you want to hang out tonight?" Brittany suddenly asked me. "I miss you too, Sanny. Artie is really starting to annoy me. He always treats me like a child." She pauses, contemplating briefly. "You never do that."

"Of course I don't. I don't see any reason to."

She smiles at me. "I mean c'mon. I swear, one of these days he's going to give me some object he finds on the ground, say it has magic properties, and try to pass it off as some declaration of how much he cares about me."

We both laugh at the both the insanity of her statement and the fact that it could potentially happen. After a few seconds, our laughter dies down and we are met with silence. Thankfully, before things could get awkward, the bell rings, signaling the end of the day.

Holliday claps her hands to get our attention. "Ok, class," she addresses us. "Mr. Schuester will probably be out tomorrow as well, so I'll see you in the afternoon." The class begins to file out of the room, excited that the school day is over. "Santana?" Holliday calls me over. I look up at her and she beckons for me to come see her.

I turn back to Brittany. "See you in Glee?" I ask.

She nods excitedly. "See you in a bit, San!" She bounces off out the door and down the hall. I watch her until she's out of sight as I gather my things. Once I have my stuff, I walk to the front of the classroom and meet Holliday.

She looks at me and bites her lip. "I'm sorry for calling you out in front of the class earlier. You weren't the only one not participating."

I feel a little uneasy. I never know what to do when people apologize to me. I shift on my feet, thinking about how to respond. Finally, I decide to put up the white flag and offer a hand in peace.

"I'm sorry for talking back to you." I could barely believe that I was saying that. It felt so out of character for me. But there was just something about Holliday that made me want to be in her good graces.

"It's ok Santana. I understand that you're going through a lot right now," she responds. I look at her inquisitively, not knowing what she is referring to. Luckily, she clarifies a moment later. "What with school and Glee. Not to mention Cheerios."

"Oh yeah, that. No biggie." I respond, trying to act nonchalant about it. "Speaking of which, I gotta go. Glee practice is starting soon."

"Yeah, tell the other guys I'll be in soon. I just have to pack up things here."

"Sure thing Profe Holliday." I turn and start toward the door.

"Thanks. I appreciate it," she says. I begin walking away. "Oh and Santana?" I swivel around and face her again.

"Yeah?" I respond.

She smiles at me.

"Just tell her."

My face flushed red and I ran out of that class as if someone had lit fire to my weave.

A/N: Let me know if it's worth continuing! Hope you enjoyed it :]