Okay since I'm a bit on the dry with ideas for LBW and What Brothers Are For this story will start. I will most likely update it when I am out of inspiration for the others. And my Westana Archive will be on hold... for now.

Part 1

How could this happened she wondered, how could she the hottest girl at McKinley High be single on Valentine's Day? Boys should be begging her for a chance to take her out but no one even looked her way anymore, not since she joined Glee. That was the only reason she didn't like being in Glee Club. That and maybe Rachel Berry but she could stand the midget… at times. What she couldn't stand was seeing Puck with Lauren Fucking Zizes, the White Rhino. Santana's head, back and entire body still hurt from the fight. She sighed and watched Hummel and his little bird club. When that gelled up hobbit sang to her that:

Sometimes it doesn't come at all

It had actually really hurt and she had wanted to know what the heck it was about and shared a look with Rachel. But she had just looked clueless. Santana had looked at the table where Rachel, Mercedes and Chang Squared sat a few times and she had even smiled at the Asian couple as they hugged. They really were cute together and Mike was one of her boys, not that way. Fact is of all the boys on the football team Sam and Mike were the only ones she hadn't had sex with. Mike and she were just friendlyish.

She had also smiled when the Dalton boys sang because let's face it, private school boys in matching uniforms were just muy hot. She could probably tap everyone of them… except two. The first was Lady Hummel and the second his gelled up hobbit. Because he'd hurt her with those words.

But as she had felt like getting up and leaving she had seen him. He'd pointed at her and she hadn't been able to keep the smile back. He had been claiming her as his and he'd even moved in behind her as the Warblers had moved out into the audience. She'd laughed as he first put his hands on her shoulders and then he'd moved around her and had nudged her with his shoulder. She had smiled her biggest smile in forever and had hugged him tight and he'd hugged her back. There had been some blonde Warbler and a brunette Warbler flirting with her as well but she had ignored them completely because he had been there.

He was none other than her absolutely bestest friend in the entire world, Wes Montgomery. Everyone thought that Brittany was her best friend but it was a lie. Because Brittany had nothing on Wes, he would always come first for her. They had known each other since they were about five years old. Okay she was five and he was six. They had lived on the same street, still did and his moms and her parents had been best friends a long time before either of them, Wes and Santana, were born.

When Wes and Santana were big enough to walk and talk they started to play together and they hit it off right away. One of Santana's earliest memories was little Santana being picked on by some boys and Wes came to the rescue and told them to leave his girl alone. They had pushed him but that had only resulted in one thing… three boys by the age of four got beaten by a tiny four year old with martial arts skills. Wes' moms were both Asian as was his birthfather. Wes knew the man's name and they wrote each other sometimes, they were just friends because he was never in Wes' life anyway.

His mom was Japanese and his ma was Cantonese. He spoke both languages fluently as did they. Both were obsessed with Asian culture so Wes started martial arts early. He had also been the one to teach her somewhat how to read. He was her very best friend and when they were small they always played together. He was also her secret friend because she didn't want anyone in New Directions to hurt him, because they would.

Wes went to Dalton because his moms had been at Crawford. They'd gotten in on scholarships and so did he. No one on the ND had known that she knew him until sectionals where she couldn't keep her happiness at bay when they tied the victory.

Flashback

"And now, this year's head judge", the emcee said. "Associate Director of the Ohio Department of Motor Vehicles, Mr. Pete Sosnowski!"

The audience gave the man polite applauds as he stepped forward.

"Thank you", he said. "And thank you to all the groups performed here today. We all had a serious good time. You know what else is a serious good time? Taking two minutes to save a life by filling out an organ donor card, because it's never too late to donate." He got polite applauds again. "Drumroll, please. In third place…"

Santana closed her eyes and prayed to the gods that it wasn't them or the Warblers.

"The Hipsters!" Sosnowski said and she sighed in relief. "Thank you, drive carefully. And now the winner of this year's West-Central Sectionals is…" She prayed again. "It's a tie! Congratulations you are all going to the regionals!"

Both groups started to cheer loudly and Blaine walked over to shake hands with Mr. Schue. Santana suddenly broke formation and ran up to the Warblers. Kurt thought she would hug him but she just rushed past him and with a squeal jumped into Wes' awaiting arms. She hooked her legs around his waist and smiled the biggest smile ever. Wes laughed and spun around happily so her hair stood out behind her like a cape. He put her down and kissed her cheek gently.

"Congratulations", he said. "You were fantastic."

"As were you", she said and kissed his cheek as well and then hugged him tightly while squealing. He chuckled and hugged her back. They heard someone clear their throat and looked up to see both their choirs looking at them oddly.

"What", Santana spat at Rachel that was giving her accusing looks.

"Wes how do you know Satan", Kurt asked and Wes put his arm around her shoulders.

"I've known Tana for ages", he said."She's my better friend."

"I thought we were your best friends", David said and motioned for the Warblers.

"You are", Wes said. "But Tana is my better friend, better than best." He looked at Santana and smiled.

"Tú tambien mí amigo", Santana teased and Wes laughed, she didn't notice his arm had travelled down to her waist.

End flashback

Santana smiled thinking of it and suddenly felt someone snatch the pink thing she had on her head. Her hands went to her hair and she squeaked. She looked up and saw Wes smile at her. The Warblers were performing some song but he sat down beside her and she glared at him, slapped his arm and then took her diadem back.

"Aw", Wes teased. "Someone is in a bad mood tonight."

"Shut up", she growled. "You'd be too if you were alone on Valentines' Day."

"I am but I'm still in a good mood", he said and put his arm around her shoulders.

"You're always happy", she spat.

"We both know that's not true darling."

"Shut up."

"Gladly but then who can you get your anger out on?"

"Fuck you."

"I'd rather fuck you."

She glared at him and he winked. She elbowed his side and he just laughed and pulled her into a hug. She pouted at first but it slid off as she felt his familiar scent of hot chocolate, tea and lemon. She smiled and put her arms around him.

"Don't worry I'll hit Blaine when we get back to Dalton", he whispered and Santana's heart made a little leap. It always did when Wes got protective over her and her feelings.

"Why don't we do it here", she whispered back. She'd noticed the Warblers finish their song.

Wes smiled at her.

"There's a piano and you and I", she continued. "We're the best singers in the word after all."

"That's what ma says", Wes said.

"And she is usually right", Santana said and got up and took his hand. "Come on!"

"No", he said and shook his head.

"Oh come on", she said loudly and pulled on his arm while Rachel, Mercedes and Tike looked at her, as did Puck, Lauren, Brittany, Artie and Sam. Some Warblers looked their way too. "Get up and sing with me!"

"No way", Wes laughed, as she pulled on his arm like a little child and she pouted and then smirked and said loudly:

"Who wanna hear me and Warbler boy here sing?"

The people in the room started cheering and Wes glared at her.

"Come on Mulan", she said and smirked.

"Fine Castro", Wes said and got up. She took his hand and pulled him up on the stage. The Warblers sat down looking confused and Kurt looked a bit miffed that Santana would ruin his evening. He was also wondering why Santana picked Wes of all people to sing with her. Kurt had heard Wes do backup dozens of time by now and he was not that good a soloist. Blaine or Kurt himself would be a better choice. Santana whispered something in Wes' ear and he sat down by the piano and she put a mike in front of him, while she herself took the mike Kurt had used earlier.

"Hello everybody", she said. "I'm Santana Lopez and my bitch here and I are going to perform for you."

"Who is the bitch Santana", Wes asked amused.

"You'll always be my bitch."

"Fine… wench."

"Aw he's growing up."

Wes just laughed and started to play the piano. Santana smiled and started to sing: (Santana, Both, Wes)

When you're weary, feelin' small
When tears are in your eyes, I will dry them all
I'm on your side, oh, when times get rough, and friends just can't be found

Wes joined in with her and it sounded amazing. The audience cheered and the Warblers gaped, especially Kurt.

Like a bridge over troubled water, I will lay me down
Like a bridge over troubled water, I will lay me down

Kurt's mouth "fell" even more when Wes took over the verse.

When you're down and out, when you're on the street
When evening falls so hard, I will comfort you
I'll take your part, oh when darkness comes, and pain is all around

Like a bridge over troubled water, I will ease your mind
Like a bridge over troubled water, I will ease your mind

Wes and Santana smiled at each other and Wes let the piano intensity as they sang the third verse together:

Sail on silver girl, sail on by
Your time has come to shine, and all your dreams will run their way
See how they shine, oh, if you need a friend, I'm sailing right behind

Like a bridge over troubled water, I will ease your mind
Like a bridge over troubled water, I will ease your mind

Wes looked up confused because Santana hadn't sung with him, leaving him holding the last notes with his amazing voice. He saw her stand by the edge of the small stage looking out in the crowd and looking miles away. He got worried at ones.

"Santana", he asked as the audience cheered for them. He smiled and bowed but then walked up to her and took her hand. "Tana?"

She jolted slightly and then looked at him. Her eyes were full of tears and she ran.

"Santana!" Wes exclaimed and followed her. The guests and Warblers looked confused. What was that all about?

"Santana", Wes called when he got out on the street and saw her hurry down it a bit ahead of him. "Santana!" He ran after her and caught up with her. He put a hand on her shoulder and she turned around. She was crying, hugging herself.

"What's wrong baby", he asked her and she whimpered and threw and leaned into him. Wes blinked in confusion but put his arms around her and she cried into his strong shoulders. Wes might look a pipsqueak but he had more than six black belts and was muscled underneath that damn uniform. Santana knew that if Tina saw this boy's abs she'd start chewing her lip. Mike looked good in all honesty but he was no Wes. There it was again, she was comparing every single boy to Wes. She started crying again. She knew she had been in love with Wes for ages but he would never feel the same, she was just a little sister to him. It wasn't fair, she couldn't pretend anymore.

"Baby what's wrong", he asked her and she decided that she'd had enough. She grabbed hold of the collar flaps of his blazer and pulled him close and kissed him. First she felt him startle but then he relaxed and kissed her back. He put his arms around her and pulled her close to him. She parted her lips for him and he did the same, for ones she didn't try to dominate, she let him and she melted into his touch. When they parted Wes blushed slightly.

"Sorry", he said and moved out from her arms. "I know you don't feel the same way about me like I do you… I am sorry for taking advantage of you when you were sad and heartbroken on Valentine's… I love you Tana, like… like one of those Disney movies where the prince has loved the princess before he even saw her. I'm sorry."

Santana stared at him and smirked.

"That's not cheesy at all", she said and Wes rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah but it's true, I'm a sap."

She walked up to him and kissed him softly.

"True", she said when they parted. "But you're my sap."

Wes smiled and cupped her cheek and kissed her gently. Santana was in heaven, she didn't see those fireworks people talked about. She saw a damn supernova. There was just one problem. Their teams would never agree to this relationship. They ND would think Wes was pulling a Jesse St. James and the Warblers would think she was only playing with Wes' heart to break him so the Warblers would lose their leader, song arranger and guiding light. They parted and Wes took her hand.

"Secret love", he whispered in here ear as if he had been able to read her thoughts.

"Just call me Julie", she whispered in his ear and smiled. Wes smirked.

"It's Juliet", he said.

"Do I look like an old lady?"

"Yes."

She made to swat him but he caught her hand and kissed her fingertips.

"With that pink thing you do", he said and took it out and combed her hair behind her ear. She smiled and kissed his hand as it was resting at her cheek.

"Call me Julie when I call or when you talk about me", she told him. "And I'll call you… Roger?"

"That works", Wes said. "Come let's go back."

"No", she said and sighed. "I've had enough of Breadstix."

"Then let me walk you home", Wes offered her his arm and she took it. "We live on the same street after all. I'll text the Warblers and tell them to go home without me. They should be able to handle that."

"What will you say as an excuse", Santana asked as they started to walk.

"That my Tana needs me tonight, they'll understands… after all…" he smirked. "We're just friends."

"With benefits", she teased and Wes laughed.

TBC