A/N: Thanks to all the people who have been following my writing. You really don't know how much I appreciate it. Anyways, this is the first chapter. Sadly, I don't own anything. I hope you guys like it.

They were two different people. Santana grew up in foster homes. Brittany lived a stable life. They had nothing in common except a secret they didn't want anyone to know about.

So I've never had a great life. I grew up in so many different homes in so many different states; I can't even remember the names of the cities I've lived in. When I moved to Lima, I thought for sure it was going to be the most boring place I've ever lived; and it was for the first couple of weeks. When I started going to McKinley high, things started changing. I became part of the cheerleading squad, and I was actually extremely popular. I've dated lots of guys; my current boyfriend is Noah Puckerman. I even have a best friend; something I've never had in my life before. I've always been too scared to let anybody in; I have this irrational fear of people walking out on me. Can you blame me though? Everyone I've ever had in my life has walked out on me. But this was different. Brittany made it so easy for me to open up and be myself around her. With anyone else, I have to act like this mean villain; it's all I've ever been seen as, so why not give them what they want? Brittany never made me feel like a villain; sure she might not be the sharpest tool in the shed, but she's always there for you when you need her. That's why I love her so much.

"Wanna hang out after school?" Britt asked as we gathered our books from our lockers; which happen to be right next to each other; thank God for that.

"Can't, we have Cheerios practice remember?" I closed my locker shut.

"Oh, yeah right. I don't even get why they call us Cheerios anyway; isn't that some sort of cereal?" I shook my head and smirked at that statement.

"Yeah, Britt, it is." I put my arm around her shoulder and dragged her to practice. After practice, we noticed Quinn Fabray talking to Coach Sylvester. We didn't really think much of it; after all she is the head cheerleader. I decided now would be the perfect time to practice some new choreography that I was working on. Dance was the one thing I really had through all the family switching I had gone through. With each new town, each new face, I knew I could always fall back on dance as a coping mechanism.

"Santana!" I stopped dancing to turn around as I heard Coach yell my name.

"Yes Coach Sylvester?" I replied.

"What do you think you're doing?" She looked at me with those cold eyes of hers which made me freeze up.

"Nothing," I replied coolly. "I was just trying out some new choreography. I thought…" she cut me right off.

"Are you in charge of choreography?"

"Well, no but,"

"So leave the choreography to the people who know how to do it," she snapped. I turned away and walked towards the bleachers. I sat down and put my head in my hands. Brittany walked over to me and wrapped her arms around me.

"Don't be upset San, Ms. Sylvester yells at everybody."

"But I didn't even do anything," I said keeping my head in my hands.

"You don't have to! She calls me dumb all the time and I didn't even do anything. She scares me," Brittany said seriously. I always felt bad when people called Brittany dumb. I didn't think she was dumb at all; she just understands things differently than other people.

"You're not dumb Britt; Ms. Sylvester's just got lots of issues she just takes out on us." I looked up at her and gave her a hug. That's when Ms. Sylvester called us over to her yet again.

"Yes Ms. Sylvester," we both replied.

"Here's the deal. You two along with Quinn are joining that Glee club. We're going to bring Schuester down one way or another." A look of confusion flushed over my face. Why did she want us to join exactly?

"You mean we get to sing and dance?" Brittany asked cheerfully.

"You three will be my eyes and ears. In other words, you will spy for me." She said it in a tone that made me angry. She acted like Brittany was stupid. I didn't want to upset her anymore than she already was so I kept my lips shut. After she dismissed us, we linked arms and walked back to Brittany's house.

"How come I've never seen your house Santanny?" She bounced onto the bed next to me.

"Lisa and Bob don't like visitors over," I said nervously. That wasn't exactly the case though. Lisa and Bob were my latest foster parents. They were just like any of the others; they were embarrassed to be seen with me. I don't even know why they decided to take me in in the first place to be honest. Yes Lisa and Bob didn't like me bringing home friends, but I didn't want to ruin my one true friendship. What would Brittany think if she came to my house? I wouldn't be the person she thought I was and I'd disappoint her. I needed her so bringing her home was not an option. Just as she was about to speak again, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I pulled it out and saw that I had a text from Puck.

"Who's calling you?" Brittany asked innocently.

"It's just Puck; he wants to hang out but I told him no."

"Why?"

"Because I'm hanging out with you." I playfully pushed her.

"You should go hang out with him. You guys don't hang out much and me and you hang out everyday." She knew how much I wanted to hang out with him, but I didn't want to just stand her up.

"Are you sure?" I asked to make sure.

"Of course; text me later!" She gave me another quick hug before I left. Once I arrived at Puck's house, he pulled me close and crushed his lips into mine with a certain intensity. We walked over to the couch and I felt a hand push up my shirt from the back. I quickly removed it and continued kissing him. When I felt it again, I cut the kiss short.

"Not tonight," I groaned.

"What's your problem?" He sniped at me.

"Crap with Coach Sylvester. She pissed me off today; not really in the mood." That was part of the reason. I also still felt pretty bad for leaving Britt the way I did.

"We haven't seen each other in a while; do you think you could stop focusing on her and pay attention to me?"

"Yeah, sorry," was all I said.

"You've been acting different lately. It's like you'd rather hang out with Brittany instead of me." He wasn't saying it in a clingy way; of course not, Puck wasn't the relationship type, but it seemed like he was actually hurt a little bit.

"Puck, she's my best friend," I defended.

"Yeah, sometimes it seems like it's more than that," he mumbled underneath his breath. He thought I didn't hear him, but I heard exactly what he said.

"You and Finn hang out all the time; should I start assuming things about you?" I rolled my eyes and started walking towards the door.

"All we ever do anymore is fight; I honestly can't take it anymore." He followed me to the door.

"You're right, I love you and I'm sorry…" he cut me off.

"Woah, you love me?" He was taken aback. I paused before I spoke again.

"I… just forget I said that," I mumbled.

"How can I forget something like that? I think we both view this…relationship differently."

"So what are you saying?" I choked back the tears that were forming in my eyes; I didn't want him to know that he had the power to hurt me.

"I think we should break up," he said coldly.

"Of course you do because you can't commit Puck; whatever, I hope your next girlfriend isn't stupid enough to fall in love with you," I scoffed. I slammed the door shut and ran home as fast as I could. As soon as I got home, I received a phone call from Britt; it's like she knew something was wrong.

"Hey San, how did it go with Puck tonight?" She asked.

"He broke up with me." I said holding back tears.

"Aww do you want to come over?"

"It's late; wouldn't your parents be mad?" I asked with a glimmer of hope. Hanging out with Brittany always made me feel better.

"They're already sleeping; besides it's my job as your best friend to make you feel better! I have ice cream and movies; do you want to watch "Mean Girls" or "John Tucker Must Die?" She said excitedly. I have to say I was a little excited myself.

"Screw it; we'll watch both." I hung up the phone and walked over to Brittany's house. She quietly let me in and we made our way up to her bedroom. She turned on "Mean Girls" and we spread out across her bed. I twirled her hair around my fingers and she fell asleep rather quickly. As for me, I barely slept all night. I kept thinking about what Puck had said to me about Brittany earlier.

"Sometimes it seems like it's more than that." Why? Because we hang out almost everyday? Isn't that what friends do? If Puck had been talking about anyone else, a statement like that would offend me, but to be honest, it didn't bother me one bit. I pushed those thoughts out of my head; at least for now and tried to get some sleep.