Dear Brittany,

The day is finally here. You're getting married. I'm so happy for you, baby. I always knew this day would come but I never thought it'd be this early... nor did I think that I would be so upset about it either.

Do you remember when we met in elementary school? You were that weird girl who was quiet and awkward and no one wanted to be your friend. I took a chance with you and asked you to sit with me during finger painting.

"Hi I'm Santana." you looked at me, confused.

"Hi, I'm Brittany. I like your shirt." I was wearing a pink Barbie shirt.

"Thank you. Do you want to sit with me during centers?"

"What do you have today?"

"Finger painting."

"Me, too!"

That was the day I met my best friend. We painted and talked about things that first graders talk about. You painted a unicorn and I painted a big red heart that said in barely legible purple crayon "To Brittany." You took my painting home, I took yours, and that was the beginning of a lifetime friendship.

Years passed and we were at the end of the sixth grade. We made plans to be cheerleaders for the junior high school when we joined gymnastics together in the second grade. The try outs came and we nailed it. We were gonna be the new recruits for the Junior Cheerios. On the first day of school we wore our uniforms and our hair in ponytails. The rejects gave us nasty looks in the hallways but we both know that they were just jealous. We had great memories in seventh grade. Our first kisses, first pep rally, and the introduction of Coach Sue Sylvester.

"Okay mini-muffins. I'm Coach Sue Sylvester, and I coach the Cheerios over at McKinley High. I came today to watch you girls and may I say it was terrible. The choreography was sloppy, the girls weren't smiling enough, and the formations were atrocious. You girls all make me want to kill myself during that routine except for two of you." She walked over to us and stopped. "What are your names?" "Santana Lopez." "Brittany S. Pierce... ma'am." She glared at us. "You girls are amazing cheerleaders. You make the rest of this team look like they cheer and that's crappy." we smiled at each other. "Walk with me, girls." She offered us early admission into the Cheerios as long as we keep our grades up and half price cheer camp for the rest of high school and middle school. When we told our parents they jumped for joy and hugged each other and we celebrated. We went out to eat at what came to be our favorite restaraunt: Breadstix.

Just before the eighth grade we went to our first cheerleading camp and met another best friend. Quinn Fabray. She was new in town and we took her under our wing. Turns out she was just as good of a cheerleader as we were. We became best friends and still are to this day.

High School eventually came and we got into glee club. We met new people, got into trouble, Quinn got pregnant, but we still remained to stay close.

High School is over. We're still best friends, but I always wanted to be something more. Brittany Pierce I love you. I know I tell you that all the time but it never really meant anything until now. I couldn't ever really understand what people meant by love until i stared into your eyes. I realize that this means practically nothing now since you're soon going to walk down the alter hand in hand with your boyfriend, James. I should've told you this when I had the chance but I was scared that it would mess up our friendship. I never want to lose you Brit, but sometimes its better to forever hold your peace.

I hope when you read this, you'll understand.

I Love You, Muffin,

San.