Hey there, this fic is about Brittana and I just started it, so it's going to last a long time. I'm like really really sorry if the language is worse than I thought it would be, but English isn't my first language. So, at least I just hope that you're going to enjoy this story. :) There you go fandom:

Well, it's the first day of my sophomore year.

Honestly, there won't be big differences from last year since the half of my classmates are still with me. But one thing will happen, I promised this to myself, I'm going to come out.

I don't know why it's such a big deal for me, but I guess it has something to do with the fact that I don't know any lesbian so I'm just stuck with all the heterosexual people who say stupid things about gays. I don't really give a fuck about that, but still I'm kind of nervous when it comes to this subject. Why do we have to judge people by their sexuality, it would be much nicer to judge someone because of the car he drives. Plus, the car is something you can chose, sexuality is something you get.

I think this is the part where it comes to the story before my story. It wasn't really hard to figure out that I feel about girls in a wrong way. Just for the record, I never stared at a girls ass after/before PE or something. To be honest, I don't really do staring at asses at all. I like eye contact way better which kind of makes me sound like a creep, but I'm not. I promise.

So, I just tried to love a boy. This sounds weird.. I mean, you don't try to love someone usually, but I did. And I thought it would work out until he wanted to kiss me. Nope, getting touchy with a boy wasn't the thing I wanted. So, I just watched Ellen and thought being a lesbian is not as stupid as I thought. I also watched lesbian couples on You Tube just to realize that the way I feel is not dumb or abnormal.

This was in the 7th grade, I kind of lost my thoughts and spend most of my time watching videos. I was a closet lesbian ( yes, it does sound stupid). Well, I still am. But that's going to change soon.. Maybe. (kind of prologue)

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After this whole "I'm a lesbian" thoughts thing, I arrived at school. We got a letter which told me where my locker was. You know, the first thing that can make you a loser is your locker. I hoped it would be one that I can reach, since I'm 1,80m tall that won't be such a problem but I totally didn't want to have one on the floor. I mean come on, disaster!

When I got to my locker, and thank god it was normal high, I saw the girl that had the locker next to me. She looked nice, but I wouldn't have tried to talk to her. I didn't need to, she did..

"Hey, one of the new kids?" she asked me like it was nothing.. Well, of course, it was nothing but I'm never good at greeting new people. Since I'm in freshman year I promised to not try to be cool and just be myself, and so was my answer, like myself: "Sure, this school sucks, but my locker is a nice one."

"Uh, yeah, it totally sucks.. But you hadn't lessons yet, so what about we talk again after the first lesson?"

I don't know what it was, guess she just wanted to be nice.. but honestly, that was the last thing I wanted now. I thought about telling her I was a lesbian, then she would totally run. But also, the rest of the school would know. Awful.

So I was directly with her: "What are you trying? Is this a thing you have to do? Because, you know.. it's not necessary since the half of my old classmates got here too."

She looked like I hit her in the face, but she couldn't make eye contact with me, she just couldn't and I don't know why.

"Yeah, I got that. But I didn't have as much luck as you.. I'm alone here, and for the record, I'm Santana, and I'm new too." And with that, she was gone. Shit. OK, 15 minutes in high school and I already were an asshole.

My first class was Maths (the day couldn't get any worse) and I knew where I had to go and so it came that I got there in time. When I went into the room I saw this girl, and I knew the place next to her wouldn't be free much longer, because she looked awesome, so I made my way through the desks and sat down next to her. She looked at me for a second and wanted to jump of her seat, I stopped her (god, I'm so proud of myself). Making excuses is one of the things I'm really good at.

"Stop, I'm sorry I was such a bitch earlier. It was just.. (fuck, I lost my words) man, you know all these high school movies where you just get into a new school and one of the cool kids is nice to you, but at the end of the day you recognize that paper on your back with the words: Kick me..? Besides you didn't really look like a girl that is in 9th grade. I'm really sorry." She looked at me again and gave me a sad smile, but she didn't make eye contact with me. Why? I mean, her eyes are brown big and beautiful, just like the rest of her (yeah, not big.. but beautiful).. But she couldn't. "So, I'm Brittany, and you can judge me if you want but I'm like stupid as hell when it comes to maths."

"Uhm, okay. We'll see." She turned around and looked straight to the teacher. I don't really know if she made eye contact with the teacher, but after I realized what I was thinking about I looked at him too. Maths was fucking boring, Santana had to explain like everything for me, because I didn't get it. After she explained I still didn't know what this was about. But I were to shy to ask again.

"I don't really know how to get to my locker..", Santana said and I had a hard time to not laugh but just answered: "Since your locker is right next to mine I could go with you. What's your next lesson?" I asked her. She didn't get to answer me because Tina and Quinn ran to me and hugged me tightly. They are my best friends for already 7 years now. Unfortunately I had no classes with them.

"Tina, Quinn, this is Santana, she has the locker next to me.. By that.. where are yours?" Tina and Quinn smiled at Santana but then turned around to face me again: "The floor down and then on the left. They are next to each other.. Yours?" I was kind of disappointed that they were totally not in my direction but got over it very fast. " Opposite direction.. Gonna see you after school?" They nodded and got away. "Your friends are pretty nice.." I felt good because she liked them, because Quinn is totally one of the biggest bitches I know, and Tina is a total diva. But they could be nice too. That's in fact the cause for them to be my best friends. "So far.. " I didn't want to lie to her, so I just said something neutral. We got to our lockers and I remembered my question I had asked her. "So.. You still didn't answer my question.. what's your next lesson?" She looked at her timetable and said: "Spanish. This is going to be so boring." I looked at mine too and had to smile about the fact that we had mostly the same classes. But wait, how could Spanish be boring? It's like super interesting and super hard at the same time? When we started walking to our room I asked her about that. "Don't get me wrong, I love the language.. but the thing is, my mother's Spanish and so I was raised up bilingual. And having all those stupid Spanish-teachers around, that by the way teach wrong things is just super boring." Now it's like super stupid that I didn't realize that earlier because her skin doesn't look very American. It's a bit too dark. She's a Latina, and I didn't get that until now.. stupid, stupid Brittany. "Yeah, I guess you could teach me better hm?" She just shrugged and walked into the room. She sat down and before I had a chance a boy sat down next to her. I kind of looked around to get another place but stopped at her table again, the seat next to her was free. "Do you want to wait for like forever or are you going to sit down?" I sat down and tried to look into her eyes. Not a chance. I don't really know why she does that, she just blocks every (fucking) try to make eye contact. I guess she doesn't like the fact to be read. Because it's like really easy to know what's going on with people by their eyes. She had helped me the whole time, and I just got an awesome idea. Maybe she could teach me. Because it's like her language and I could get to know her better too. Which I really have to since we have most classes together. So after class I knew we both had free-time now "Wanna hang out?" She just smiled while packing her book into her bag (it looked pretty cool by the way, the bag I mean). We went outside and sat down next to the football field. "So, I have a question.." she just nodded. "You speak Spanish fluently right? Maybe hum.. I don't know.. I just thought that maybe.. you could teach me?" I tried to not look at her, because asking people anything isn't really my favorite thing to do. To be honest I hate it, I hate ordering food too, that's the reason why I'm never going to have pizza alone. "Sure, why not? What does your week look like?" I hoped that she would say that, because I didn't want to do that at school. "Hm, what do you think about Friday?" "Sounds awesome. So every Friday 5pm at my house.. I'm gonna get you my address later. Next we have German, this is going to be hard." German? I didn't realize that I have this subject until she mentioned it. My family is German, so this is going to be easy for me.

"Well, you know.. I have my benefits too." She looked questioningly at me and furrowed her brows without looking into my eyes.. It was frustrating. "My family is German. I'm the first who was born in America to be honest."

"That is awesome.."

I wasn't sure what to talk about next so I decided to shut my mouth and just lay down in the grass. We spend most of the time we had with laying down and talking about the clouds when her phone rang. She didn't look for knowing who it was, she just answered it straight. "Jep?" she looked at me with an excusing expression. "Hm? No, just hanging around with... my classmate.. Yeah sure. German. Forget it."

"Well, who was that?" I kind of stopped trying to make eye contact because it would never work.

"Uhm, no one. Just my stupid father, who told me to be punctual." She shrugged and stood up.

"Wait, San, where are you going?" After I spoke this words, I realized what I just said.

"Oh Britt-Britt, we have to go to class. It begins in like 10minutes. Come on, it's time for you to teach me German." She held her hand into my direction and I took it without thinking so that she could help me to get up (which I totally could have managed on my own). When I stood right next to her, I kind of forgot to loosen the grip I had around her hand. She just stared at me (with of course no eye contact) but didn't say anything. It took me like 5 seconds to realize what was going on. After I did, I loosened the grip I had and just said "Sorry."

She shrugged and answered like very cold "Nothing happened. Let's just go to class!"

The walk to our classroom was silent until I asked her something: "Are you going to sit next to me?" She kind of laughed (I didn't really know why) and answered: "First choice!"

We sat down at one of the last tables so we could have talked the whole time and the teacher wouldn't have noticed it. It was nice to be like super intelligent in (at least) one subject. They had massive problems with the pronunciation and none of them really knew when you have to use 'Ä', 'Ö' or 'Ü' which was like super funny for me. Santana wasn't bad in German at all. She had little problems, but could speak a better German than some immigrants who already live there for 10 years as my mother always says. 20 minutes left and we had to write something about our first day and what we like about this school. I was ready in 5 minutes since we only had to write 100 words but could saw that Santana would need another hour to finish her text. I asked if I should help her but she just said something like: "I'm not stupid!" I don't know why she said this, so I just answered: "And I don't think that, but you helped me with Spanish and Maths.. so maybe - " I was cut of by our teacher, which made me think that I maybe began to talk a little too loud. He wanted to see my text, so I showed him. He looked curious at me and said something about how awesome it is. But after that he said I could go. I asked Santana if I should wait for her, but no answer. I walked out of the classroom to my locker. I had to wait there for Quinn and Tina. After 10 minutes of waiting Santana came and got to her locker. She looked at me with an expression you can't describe.

I would have thought that I did something wrong if I hadn't known it better. But still she looked awesome and kind. I turned around and tried to not look at her, which really worked (for my surprise) until she decided to talk to me: "Do you know when the bus for Lima Heights goes?" I was shocked, first, she talked to me. Second, her voice was soft and small, the completely opposite to the voice I got in the classroom. Third, how could she forget about that? I'm really not a drama queen, but I know when you have to talk about problems. I turned myself around to face her. She smiled, I didn't smile back and I was really happy when I saw that Tina and Quinn are walking into my direction because I couldn't have stayed that situation any longer. I looked at Santana one last time, gave her a "You're not stupid." and began to walk forwards to my friends. I didn't even turn back to know what she looks like..(stupid, I wish I did).

Hanging out with Quinn and Tina was the same as always, they talked about all the hot guys around school and I pretended to do the same. They had to be the first to know about my coming-out but only one day had passed, so it would totally be to early for something like that. "Britt, who was that Santana girl you hung around with?" Well, not thinking about Santana was easy, so I guess our 'fight' didn't affect me at all. How could it, I barely know her and if the way she was today is the way she always is if someone offers their help to her, this won't change. "Uhm, she's hum.. I don't really know her. We just have mostly the same classes. I guess that's it." "Is she going to be with us next time?" Quinn always wanted to meet new people. That could be awesome, like that one time in cheerleader-camp when we didn't knew any of those other girls but we were still stuck with them for 2 weeks. "No, I don't think so." I lied, I wish I had said yes, because I wanted Santana to hang around with us. But honestly, I didn't know if I would ever talk to her again. We spend the rest of the evening watching Grey's Anatomy, of course, I mean it wasn't enough that I had to deal with being a closet lesbian, no, watching 2 lesbians fight gives it the real kick. And honestly, if Callie and Arizona break-up again, I'll stop watching that shitty series. I mean, Callie took Arizona back after she went to Africa, she married her, she saved her freaking life, she was so patient with her. It made Callie break, but she didn't give up on Arizona. 2 people lost their life in this stupid plane-crash but Arizona keeps whining about her freaking leg. And after all, Arizona finally cheated on Callie with the next blonde who's walking around. Definitely not fair. Callie deserves better.

After Tina and Quinn went home I just wanted to go to bed. I took my mobile for turning the alarm clock on when the Facebook-sign came up. It said that someone sent me an invitation. I looked and it was her, Santana. I played with the thoughts of pressing no but pressed yes at the same time. She wrote me a message (like 2 seconds after I just said yes to the invitation) which said:

"I'm sorry for today.. I wasn't meant to be so rude to you.."

I answered as quickly as my thumbs allowed me to "Yeah, I got it, you don't need my help."

"I'm not used to that. I'm really sorry okay? Can we just start fresh tomorrow?"

"Oh, easy. I don't think so. Besides, the only class we have together tomorrow is history. I'm going to bed now. Bye."

And with that I logged myself out of Facebook (I never did that before..).

I got up early the next day, because my first class is sport and before the lesson the coach Sue Sylvester wanted to look for some new girls who wants to join Cheerios. I totally wanted that, I mean.. I'm dancing since I was a small kid. My mother said my first word was 'tanzen'. Well, I guess she told me because it's German, and not because it was something that has to do with dancing.

Anyways I love dancing. I really do. And since I'm not as smart as I wish I'd be, that's possibly a good thing to earn money when I finished high-school.

When I arrived, I've seen all the other girls, who wanted to join Cheerios too. I knew Quinn would be here and so I went searching her. I didn't really think about the fact, that Santana could try to join Cheerios too, but since her body looks kind of awesome that could have been possible. And yes, she was there. It was awkward to see her so I turned around again and hoped she wouldn't have seen me. I've never been a lucky person. "Brittany! Hey!" of course why should she shut her (fucking) mouth."What is it?" I was cold. I was never good at playing the 'who's-colder' game but I thought this time I could win. Especially because she didn't even try to be cold. "I'm sorry about yesterday, I was a bitch.. and I didn't mean to be like that to you. But, I hate it when people think that I'm stupid.." Really? Was she really saying that? I was called the most stupid girl around in junior-high. She didn't really say that, did she? I only asked her, if I could help her, I didn't make fun about her in another language, I didn't even thought that she was stupid. But she was saying that she doesn't like it when people think that she is stupid? Hell to the no! "Are you kidding me? Santana, I only asked you, if I could help you. You could have said no or something like that, but what did you say? You said that you're not stupid. Okay I got that. But what you have said a minute ago, is the biggest bullshit I've ever heard. I was called the most stupid girl in junior-high! Do you really think that was nice? They made fun about me in Spanish, they called me names I didn't get because I wasn't smart enough. They threw me their drinks in the face and said something like 'I should wake up from my dream'! Junior-high was everything else than a dream for me, believe me. But they were right, I wasn't smart, and I'm still not as smart as most people in our age. After all, I would have been thankful for someone who could have helped me with my school stuff. I could have needed someone. But no. Nobody wanted to help me. And now, you say something like 'I don't like it when somebody thinks I'm stupid'? I just wanted to help you but okay, honestly? Now I think you're stupid. Have a nice day and probably you should look for someone else who wants to sit besides you the next time. Au revoir." While I told her all those things (which I really meant) I tried to make eye contact but as always she didn't let me in. I was so annoyed by her, that I kind of run away.

After that (and that was awesome) I found Quinn and we walked together to coach Sylvester. I was so angry that I could have killed everyone. I mean, fuck it! My life has always been okay but junior-high-school were the hardest years until now. I'd rather come-out every day than living the junior-high years again. And then, there comes this girl around and thinks she's got a bad life because I offered her my help? No way, without me.

But, instead of killing someone I tried to concentrate on my mission. I wanted to become a Cheerio. She gave us 3 exercises we should do, they weren't difficult but still I wanted to give everything.

After I did them (and I did them really good) I went to the gym for sports. Sports have been easy since we only played volleyball. To be honest, I thought about Santana the whole time, I didn't know what she was thinking about me now, but I didn't really care. I was kind of proud about myself because I was tough enough to say all those things and I didn't cry (for my surprise). But I knew I would see her in like 20 minutes because that's the time history (I hate it so much, I thought about skipping but refreshed my head as fast as possible) starts. I thought being the last student in the room would keep me from sitting next to her. But no, when I said goodbye to Quinn and Tina and walked into my room 5 minutes before the class started there was only one seat free. Honestly, how is that possible? There are 2 possibilities: First: She wasn't only rude to me. Second: she told the others to not sit down next to her. I hoped it was the first one, because I don't like the idea of her wanting me beside her. "Serious? Can't you sit down besides someone else?" When I heard my own words I was impressed. I've never heard myself talking so unaffected. She must have recognized that because she looked kind of hit. "Brittany, just sit down. Please." Not that I had a choice it was almost beginning of the lesson and the teacher was already there too. So I sat down. I tried to sit as much away from her as possible, she stared at me the first ten minutes until I said something: "If you don't stop the staring I'm going to ask for another seat." with that she looked down and I was satisfied. The teacher went out of the room because he had to copy some papers. Of course she used that possibility. She took my hand so I had to face her. She didn't look in my eyes, but she stared at my lips. I can't say why, maybe that's her exchange for eye contact. "Britt, I'm sorry okay? I didn't mean to do or say any of the things I had. I never wanted to hurt you, I didn't know that your past was that horrible. I'm so sorry, I really am. Please, give me another chance. You're the only one I have right now. And to be honest, I'd love to become friends with you. Please, let's start fresh. And, I didn't think that you would think I'm stupid. I just wanted to impress you with my German-skills. I finished my text. Here, you can read it. " she gave me a piece of paper. I removed my hand from where it has been and took the letter. I didn't mean to read it now, I just wanted to read it alone. So I placed it in my bag. I didn't say anything to her but we were sitting closer now. When class ended she asked me, if I wanted to have lunch with her. I just said that my other subject was canceled and that I would go home now. I went home really fast and when I saw that my parents weren't at home I decided to read that letter.

Neue Schule, neues Glück.

Heute hatte ich meinen ersten Tag an der High-School. Ich glaube, dass ich diesen Neuanfang gebrauchen kann. Zwar hatte ich an meiner alten Schule viele Freunde, aber nicht besonders gute, wie sich während des Schulwechsels gezeigt hat. Ich hatte heute Mathe, Spanisch und Deutsch. Ich fand den heutigen Tag eigentlich ganz gut, aber er hätte besser sein können. Aber ich hab auch schon jemanden kennengelernt, mit dem es sich ganz gut aushalten lässt. Brittany. Sie sitz in bis jetzt jedem Fach neben mir und außerdem ist ihr Schließfach genau bei meinem. Ich denke wir können uns sehr gut anfreunden. Ich hoffe sie sieht das genauso.

Well, that wasn't exactly what I thought someone would write about their first day in a new school.. but still it didn't sound too cheesy. A bit broken, and the grammar wasn't that awesome, but I understood what she wanted to say. I didn't mean to tell her that right now. Then my phone rang. I wanted to see who's number it was, but there were only numbers and no name. After what felt like a lifetime (well, honestly it were 3 seconds) I answered the call.
"You're talking to Brittany Susan Pierce." (Since my mother told me it would be too long, I stopped saying "You're talking to Brittany Susan Pierce mother of Lord Tubbington and the biggest pussy-lover around" Yeah, the pussy thing was kind of mean. But I wanted to give the people a little clue about my sexuality.)

"Uhm, yeah.. It's me."(How am I supposed to know who's there if there exist about 7mrd me's around the world?)

"Who's me?" I sounded kind of bitchy, but I didn't care at all.

"Santana." (Fuck, now I cared.)

"Oh, well, hi. I'm sorry I sounded so bitchy but I just, well.. (read your letter and totally want to be your best friend) ate something."

"Ah, okay. And after eating you always sound like that?" Why couldn't she just say something like okay?

"Well, anyways. That's not the reason you called right?" (Lucky person.)

"Yeah, not really.. I wanted to know if you've read that letter?"

"Hm, kind of." (Cold, colder, Brittany.)

"So, what do you think of it? Any grammar mistakes?"

"Yeah, some.. but nobody will recognize them of they aren't German at all"

"Uh, that's nice, I guess."

"Santana, what's the point of this talk?"

"You."

"Sorry?"
"I mean, us.. well, friendship."

"Okay, you have to know that I should hung up now, Tubbs is going to kill me if I'm forget to feed him. See you tomorrow."

"Britt wait! I -" And with that I hang up. Not quite sure why I did that, but in that moment it felt good to have control.

I lay down in my bed, and waited for falling asleep I didn't have to wait that long, since I'm a really good sleeper.

The next morning felt good. It felt like a new start and I totally wanted to get clear with Santana too. Plus, in my dreams and after talking to Tubbs I decided that I should tell her about my sexuality problem. So I got to school. I stood at my locker for about 15minutes but Santana didn't came. I started my way to the classroom late but were there in time. I got a seat beside a random girl, (actually I totally knew her since she was in my last class but compared to Santana she was a random girl) because I didn't see Santana. After class I searched her in the whole school, but she wasn't there. I don't know if she skipped or if she was sick.

It wasn't a problem for me since I could talk to everyone here but I had to tell her the things about me. I passed the day and after school I wanted to visit her not really for giving her the homework, but for checking if she's alright and for telling her. I got to her house (I knew the address from my teacher.. after I told him I would give her the homework). It was big, Honestly it looked like a freaking mansion. I rang the doorbell.(twice, I've never been a patient girl) After that a women opened the door and looked at me questioningly. She was beautiful, just like Santana. It was totally obviously that she had to be Santana's mom. I had a hard time not to tell her how beautiful she is..(I always had a thing for Latinos, no matter if men or women) "Uhm, hey. I'm Brittany, I came over to give Santana the homework.." "Oh, yeah right, I'm Santana's mom. she's kind of sick. Come in. The one upstairs and then on the left is her room." "Okay, thanks." I got into the house and took off my shoes. After that I got upstairs and looked for her room. The house must have been very expensive. And the location looked extremely luxury at all. I didn't really knew that this houses existed in Lima. I knocked on her door. "Yeah?" Her voice was small, and she sounded tired and sad. I felt guilty because for some reason I thought that it could have been my fault.

I got in the room and she stared at me like I wanted to shoot her. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to look after you.. You didn't went to school today. I wanted to know if you're alright"

"Yes I am, you can go now." I didn't know that I messed up so many things with my action the day before. She didn't look at me, I knew she wouldn't make eye contact but she just stared out of the window, which was on the opposite of the room. "Santana, listen to me. I didn't mean to be like that to you. I like you, I really do. But the things you said made me think about my past. Honestly, I just don't like thinking about my past. There happened so many things and I have to forget about it, because if I don't, It will always follow me. And I want to start fresh too, because I really really like you." With that she turned around and hugged me. While she did that I could feel a single tear rolling down my cheek. Why? I mean, yeah I like her. But I barely know her and I'm not supposed to feel about her things like butterflies or anything else (the butterflies aren't there yet, but I know they'll come if I don't do anything against it) Just friends. "You, know.. I have to tell you something." She looked at me and I continued: "I.. hum.. Maybe.. gosh, this is really hard." She took my hand and that was the first time she looked me in the eyes. I lost it. It was so freaking awesome. Her eyes are so pretty, and they had this warm expression and I felt everything and nothing at the same time. I can't explain it, it's just.. awesome. "You can tell me everything, you know that right? Because I really like you too." I just nodded but continued to say the thing I had to tell her. "I'm... Man, this is harder than I thought it would be.." She came closer, and honestly? I don't know if friends stay that close all the time, but it calmed me down (as much as it could..) and the fact that her eyes didn't leave mine made me feel a bit better too. "Santana, I'm gay. I mean, I like girls, in a way I shouldn't like them.. you know?" She didn't take steps away (like I thought she would), instead she came closer, took my face with both of her hands and kissed me forehead.

I can't explain what it felt like, but it was the best feeling I ever had. For what's worth it, I wished her lips would have never left my skin. "That's awesome. Thanks for telling me, and no I'm not homophobic. We'll have a nice friendship, I know this."

I was kind of speechless, I mean, she kissed me. Of course only forehead but still she kissed me. Why? I mean, I barely know her. I really had to think about the whole Santana-thing.

"Uhm, thanks. Yes, I hope so. But, San?" She started again with doing anything but eye contact. Why? In this intimate moment we just had, she was like forcing me to look in her eyes, but now? Her eyes are on my lips or whatever. I think it will take me some more time to figure this girl out, if ever.

"What is it Pierce?" She sounded chilly and if I wouldn't know it better, I would think I just told her the weather of the day.

"Please, can you keep it? I'm not out to anyone, you're the first I told..I just.. I'm not ready. You know?"

She nodded and hugged me again. This time a little bit tighter than the first time. After I let go of her we talked a while about school and stuff but then I went home (it was almost 10 pm and my parents or Tubbs didn't call..). Time's passed and so it came that it was Thursday evening. I watched Pretty Little Liars until I heard the doorbell ring. First I didn't even think about getting it, but it could have been an unicorn so I opened the door and my jaw dropped. "Santana?" She looked awful, there was dirt and dust all over her clothes, her hair was a (freaking) mess and I don't know why, but still she was the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. She was weak, I could see that ( well, everybody could have see that), it was the first time I've seen her like that, but I didn't want to get used of it since she seemed very sad and hurt. "Can I come in?" I barely heard it. She didn't look at me, she kept her eyes on the floor. "What happened to you?" I was scared, I really was. She didn't answer my question instead she just walked into the house. I was alone since my parents decided to see a movie and so I didn't have to care about the floor and if it gets dirty because of her.

"Uhm, well.. Maybe you should take a shower?" She really had to take one. My heart broke with every tear that crossed her face and so I just hugged her, without caring about my clothes and that they are going to get dirty too. When I hugged her, she collapsed into me with all of her weight. I thought lifting the girl up and carry her would be a good idea. Especially because I thought she wouldn't be able to walk. So I did. I carried her (no problem for a girl with my muscles) to the bathroom upstairs and let her down on the toilet. She didn't say anything, she just kept her arms around my neck. "Okay, you really should take a shower, can you do it on your own?" She looked at me and I didn't have to ask her twice. "Okay, so I'm gonna take off your shirt, your jeans and your socks, just for the record. But if you want your underwear doesn't have to go." She just nodded. I really didn't know what happened to her, but I had to find out. To be honest, that meant that I would have to wait until she would tell me because I had no idea where to begin. School was normal and unspectacular today. So it must have had something to do with her family, but her mom seemed so nice the other day.. It wasn't until I heard that her crying got harder that I started to take off her shirt. She didn't move at all, she just lifted her arms up to help me a bit. My eyes never left her, because I wanted to see if she reacted at some point. But nothing. Not even when I unbuttoned her jeans. She just looked very tired and fragile. I took off her jeans, her shoes and her socks with one move. After I did that I looked at her, she was so beautiful. Her body was perfect. I could see her boobs were perfect too, since they were only covered by her blue bra (which totally fits with her panty). Her abs looked like the ones every girl calls perfect and they want to have one like hers but they never really get there, her legs had no ends. But that's nothing compared to the best of all, her skin. It took my breath. It was the typical tone everybody wants to have (I think she is like the girl everybody wants to be). On her it looks even better than on any other girl. The tone was awesome and I wanted to kiss it. I don't know why, I just wanted to kiss it. At the same time I felt some strange feelings in my stomach. Of course I knew this feeling, the tingles, the butterflies, everything. When I recognized what I did I stopped it. She is my friend! I can't think about her like that. And of course I can't look at her like that too. I lifted her up again but this time I didn't have to carry her that long. I let her down in the bathtub and took the shower faucet. I waited until the water got warm enough and started to shower her. She just sat there and didn't say anything. It was so weird and with every minute she didn't say something I just wanted to know what happened to her even more. I showered her whole body. From time to time she turned herself a bit around so that I could shower the other parts of her body. When it came to her back I realized how small it is, and that I'm much taller than her. It was the first time I thought about that. She was like, very small, and I never realized it? Well, maybe that's because I'm very tall and she's normal but for me at this point she has been small.

Okay, that's it for the first chapter, what's going on with Santana? You'll figure it out in the next chapter. Thanks for reading and it would be nice if you could give me a little review. :)