A/N: This is my first Glee one shot and my first writing Brittana:) Sorry its a bit short but Hope you like it :)

Santana stretched her long, lean legs across Brittany's couch, trying to focus on her math book. Then she heard it. Again. And again. She felt like it was never going to stop. Santana looked up from her book at Brittany, who was curled up with her feet tucked under her on the chair, and raised an eyebrow, daring for another noise.

Quack, quack.

She threw her head back in aggravation and groaned, "God Brittany. Your duck is really starting to annoy me, if I don't pass this test I'm going to fail. And it will be. All. His. Fault." She looked at Brittany's now hurt face and her expression softened a bit

Brittany looked down at the duck that sat in her lap and looked at it's head concentrating, "Okay, what are you doing Britt?" She demanded starting to get impatient again.

"I'm looking for his ears."

"Um, why?"

"Because I need to tell him a secret, duh."

She rolled her eyes as the cream white duck let out another obnoxious quack. "You know I'd never have gotten you that thing for your birthday if I knew it would be causing this much noise right now." Britt pet the duck and bent over to say to it quietly,

"She doesn't mean that Ballad. Your a good ducky aren't you." Brittany began to pet the soft white feather on her new most prized possesion.

This cause Santana to roll her eyes all over again. She set down her book and crossed her legs, sitting up more. As she studied the way Brittany treated 'Ballad', she smiled a bit. Somehow no matter how angry she'd get with Britt she could never stay that way. Brittany looked up at Santana, with her famous confused face for a few minutes and then, once she saw her friend wasn't angry anymore, broke put into a smile.

Brittany picked up Ballad and skipped over to the couch and sat down cross legged in front of Santana. Santana leaned forward and touched the duck trying to keep a composed face.

"I knew you didn't mean what you said." Brittany said happily, grinning widely.

Santana shrugged and scooted closer to Brittany and the duck. She couldn't help if she loved seeing the smile on Britt's face when she was happy. She was her friend, and no one liked seeing their friends sad.

"I'm glad you like your..." she made a slight grimace but quickly covered it up as she said the word,"...duck."

Brittany smiled, "I love it!" she bent over and pet him more, "Because your Ballad, and your mine, and your a very good ducky." The duck quacked in response and began to flap his wings around. Brittany picked him up off her lap and set him on the ground.

"Now do you think I could get some studying done?" Santana smiled as Brittany looked up at her. Brittany's face went from a smiling happy face to puppy dog eyes.

"What am I going to do though?"

"You could study too."

"But Spanish confuses me..." Her head tilted slightly, "Kind of like cooking...And songs..."

"How can songs confuse you?"

"A ballad is a male duck. But Kurt said it was a love song." Her vioce slowly began to become louder with panic, "And then said it's a song with a story! But it's not! It's not Santana! A ballad is a male duck!" She reached forward with a worried expression and took Santana's hands in her, looking like she was afraid Santana wouldn't believe her.

"I know what a ballad is Brittany."

"What do you think it is!" she said worriedly. Santana smiled,

"A ballad is a male duck."