Author's Note: Firstly, think you all for clicking on this fan fiction. :) Secondly, this is by far the longest fan fiction I have ever written and probably my most favorite one too! The roles are somewhat switched between Brittany and Santana. Were Santana is scared of being labeled and talked about it is now Brittany who takes that role. Same goes for Brittany in Glee and Santana in my story. Oh, and Brittany is not "dumb". But review and enjoy! :D

Brittany's POV

I stood on a stage in the auditorium of my high school; the heat from the spotlight was weighing heavy on me. I felt my stomach twist and turn, I felt like I was going to be sick.

"You can do this." I heard my best friend, Quinn Fabray say from behind the curtain. She gave me thumbs up as I looked into her clear eyes hoping she would save me, but I knew I was overreacting as usual.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes as the music behind me began to play. I felt myself becoming lighter with every twist and turn I did; with every back flip and hair toss I became one with the music. I was no longer Brittany S. Pierce, I don't know who I was, but I wasn't myself. I felt free, alive; I felt the best I had felt all day. I loved the feeling of dancing on a stage, minus the nerves at first. It gives me a rush, a new outlook on life.

As the music died down I felt myself growing heavy, I felt my twist and turns growing heavier and my heartbeat becoming faster as the beat of the music found itself growing softer and lower. I stopped on my left foot and found myself panting and sweating hard. I heard the faintness of applause from behind me, I knew it was Quinn who began the now erupting standing ovation before my eyes and I felt myself blush and bow with appreciation. I made my way off the stage and jumped into Quinn's arms, who yelped with excitement.

"You did great! They love you!"

"Think so?"

"I know so! I don't know why you're always nervous, you're been dancing for years now, Brit."

"And I'm still not used to the feeling..."

"You did wonderfully." I heard my dance instructor protest as she made her way towards me with my dancing class close on her heels, "All of you did an amazing job. You hear that applause?" She asked, motioning towards the audience, "They want more of you, they love you, I love you all. I am proud to be your dance teacher."

We all felt our faces grow hot with excitement and embarrassment.

"Now, as you all know Principal Figgins feels that our dancing should be more diverse, more upbeat. And I agree with him."

"What do you mean Ms. Jones?" I heard Rachel Berry asking from the far back.

"I mean that we have danced the Tango and the Salsa, we have stepped foot in Krumping and we have even took part in the forbidden measurements of The Waltz, but do we know these cultures at all?" She didn't wait for us to respond, she took out note cards from her back pocket, "Now these are pen pals from all over the globe where we have danced their dance." She handed everyone a card, "We will talk to them three times a week, get to know their culture and at the end of this blossoming friendship we will invite them to Lima, Ohio to dance with us. Mix our culture with theirs."

"I'm down." Finn Hudson said, shrugging.

"Me too." Rachel concurred.

"Of course she is." Quinn whispered in my ear, I couldn't help but smile.

"I hope to hear good things from this development." Ms. Jones said happily clapping her hands together, "Now we must go back out for our final dance number. Places everyone!"

"Who'd you get?" Quinn asked as I began to stretch.

"Some chick named Santana Lopez from Mexico, you?"

"Some guy named Sam Evans from England."

"I don't think these pen pals are a good idea..."

"Me either, waste of time. But maybe it would be cool to learn about new cultures, I was always turned on by English accents." Quinn said with a sly smile as I continued to stretch.