So I got an idea for when I'm bored.

This is going to be a fic of 20 one shots, all chapters will not be connected in any way what so ever. They will all be in AU and different scenarios.

All Brittana :) Could be mentions of other glee couples, no outside crackshipping.

Twenty First(Or Second) Kisses

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"You're kidding me, right?" Santana stared angrily at so called friend. She didn't have time for asshats to be blowing her off all the time.

"Santana, you know I'd come with you!" Santana still glared. "I would! I didn't expect Tina to call me today and tell me our date was tomorrow. I can't cancel, I cancelled the last two dates and she was pissed at me for so long. I'm sorry!" Mike pleaded with his best friend of six years. They'd become friends when taking the same history course as minors in college. They'd bonded over the similarities and things in common they had. Like them both being obsessed with baseball and them both liking girls.

Santana stood abruptly from her chair, the legs screeching across the tiled floors of her apartment. "You know what? Screw you! I'll go alone!"

"San-"

"Save it, Mike. Snix is on the edge of coming out her shell and you really don't want to be in that position right now." Santana stormed out of her own apartment leaving Mike standing alone with his shoulders slumped

"The perks of being best friend with a lesbian." He mumbled to himself before grabbing his coat and chasing after Santana.

"You know, we could always go to the next game." He suggested as he showed up at Santana's side.

"Chang, I've told you for the past six years that I've never missed a New York Yankees versus New York Mets game and I don't intend to, ever. Either move out of my way and I won't push you in front of an oncoming truck or stay and I will. Your decision."

Mike cautiously moved about a metre away from Santana, not wanting to die at the age of twenty four. He knew not to push Santana.

"You could always ask Rachel to go with you."

"Oh hell no. I'd rather sit next to a fat smelly guy who burps every ten seconds than sit next to Berry and miss the game due to strangling her."

"So you're going alone?"

"Unless I find a replica of one Michael Chang. Junior, yes."

...

Santana made her way through the full aisles of the stands, mumbling a quiet sorry every so often when she accidently stepped on someone's feet. Finally reaching her second row seat, she cursed rather loudly at the mistake of forgetting to buy a drink and popcorn before finding her seat. Now she would have to wait for a seller who had the mind of a dumb five year old to come around the stand. Fuck.

She sat down on her seat, not noticing the blonde blue eyed girl who'd just sat into the seat next to her.

After finally getting comfortable, she turned to find blue eyes seemingly staring right into her soul. She nervously smiled at the stunning beauty before turning her head to face the field, cautious not to make a fool of herself infront of such a beautiful woman.

When she felt two taps on the side of her arm, she turned to the blonde again, who was now looking nervous. She waited for the blonde to say something, examining her face carefully. She noted how many freckles the woman had, how cute they were. She trained her eyes on how soft the woman's lips looked, how great they would be to kiss. She shook her head from the thoughs. She didn't even know if the woman was like her.

"Uhm, are you here alone?" The blue eyed girl asked, looking down the Santana's jean clad legs.

"Yeah," Santana breathed nervously. "You?"

The woman seemed to perk up at this information. "Me too. I usually come with my dad but he had to go on a business trip yesterday. None of my friends like baseball so I had to come alone. I couldn't miss this game."

Santana smiled at how confident but shy the woman spoke. She loved her voice. "I feel you. My friend, Mike, was meant to come with me but he has a date with his girlfriend that he couldn't cancel and I can barely tolerate the presence of my other friend who likes baseball, so yeah, here I am, alone."

The blonde smiled. "Maybe we could keep each other company for a couple of hours?"

Santana grinned, her mocha eyes sparkling in delight. "I'd like that."

"So, uhm, what's your name?"

"Santana. Santana Lopez. What's your's?"

Brittany took a deep breath. Santana's name was so beautiful, like her. "Brittany Spierce." She said it so quickly Santana thought she said Britney Spears.

"Your name it Britney Spears? Wow."

"No. Uhm, I get really nervous when I meet beautiful people and I talk reallt fast and get mixed up with my words and now I'm rambling and I'm sorry, I hope I'm not annoying you becuase most people get annoyed with-"

Brittany was cut off by a soft chuckle coming from Santana's mouth, it kinda relieved her.

"I appreciate that you think I'm beautiful, really, thank you. Second of all, I'm not annoyed at you. You're actually really cute."

"You think so?"

"Yes. So are you gonna tell me what your name really is?" Santana tried to hide to wide smile her mouth was trying to produce at the adorableness of this woman.

"Brittany Susan Pierce. That's why it sounds like Britney Spears, but I'm not Britney Spears. I'm more talented than she will ever be." Brittany deadpanned and Santana let out a loud laugh.

"I don't doubt that you're more talented."

The two women set down into a comfortable silence, waiting for the first pitcher the throw the ball.

"So, uhm, what team are you routing for?" Brittany broke the silence as she cautiously lay her arm to rest next the Santana's in the small arm rest.

"Yankees, you?"

"I'm the same."

Santana smiled. "I guess we share a lot in common."

"I guess we do, uhm, aren't you like drinking something? We're going to be here for a while." Brittany glanced around Santana seeing that she had no snacks for the game. Everybody just had to have snacks for a baseball game.

"I forgot to buy some when I came in, no big deal. I'm waiting until the sale boys come around." Santana shrugged.

"You can't buy from them! Last time I did I had a tummy bug for three days. Take some of mine, I insist." Brittany oddly cared for the latina woman next to her. She didn't want her to get sick. Taking her extra large coke from the cup holder on her seat, she offered some to Santana who smiled and took it slowly, giving Brittany the chance to take it back, what? They were practically strangers.

"Thanks." Santana whispered, not believing she was actually okay when her fingers brushed Brittany's and her body got the most amazing tingles.

"You're welcome," Brittany chirped. "I have a mega huge hot dog and popcorn too if you want some!"

Santana couldn't respond.

...

It was half way through the game and the Yankees were winning to Santana and Brittany's relief. It turned out they had both made big bets for the Yankees to win.

Santana was absentmindedly taking popcorn from its box and tossing pieces into her mouth, taking small sips of Brittany's coke, she didn't want to drink it all and leave Brittany with none.

The famous kiss cam suddenly came on and Santana straightened up in her seat. The kiss cam was always the best part of the game. Santana sometimes spent days after laughing at the hilariousness and shamefulness that the cam brought on some couples.

The first couple popped up on screen, a man and woman in pressumebly their mid twenties. Santana cringed as she watched the man and woman practically eat the face off each other.

She heard Brittany laughing beside her, looking behind her to where the man and woman were about seven rows away from them.

"That's actually quite disgusting." Brittany told her as she looked away and back to the big screen were the camera was now focused on another couple.

"I know, right?"

"Hey, do you want some hot dog?"

Santana nodded, opening her mouth so Brittany could guide the hot dog into her mouth. She chomped down on the snack, chewing it and smiled as Brittany took it from her face and put it into her mouth. Strangely, both women felt comfortable sharing food with one another.

Suddenly, Santana's face contorted to horror as she saw the screen was now covered with the image of her and Brittany. The kiss cam was focused on them.

"What's wrong?" Brittany asked as she heard people shouting around them.

Santana pointed to the screen, not having the chance the see Brittany's reaction because her lips were already upon hers.

Santana heard the chants around her fade as Brittany's thin lips moved against hers. She suddenly forced herself into realization and started to kiss back furiously. She'd wanted to do this all night.

Tanned hands cupped pale cheeks as they brought her in closer, their lips never leaving contact. Brittany slid her tongue through Santana's slightly parted lips, earning moans on both women's account.

Santana was pretty sure she was running out of air and her lips would be bruised for days but she didn't care. She was kissing quite possibly the most beautiful woman on the planet. It didn't even make her stop when she realized that she was making out with a girl infront of thousands of people.

Brittany pulled away minutes later, her breathing ragged and her lips swollen. She smiled nervously, but nevertheless made it the cutest smile ever.

Santana heard the cheers around her, some people booing in disgust of the same sex kiss but she failed to care. She looked into Brittany's eyes, seeing the bright blue ones change darker right in front of her. She swallowed as Brittany asked if that was okay, nodding, making it clear she wanted it to happen again.

Brittany closed the gap between them again. They were no longer the centre of attention but still they couldn't care less. Both women's lips moved furiously but sensually together, the two moaning when tongues made contact once more.

Brittany's head was buzzing as Santana pulled away and stood up, grabbing her bag in one hand and Brittany's hand in the other.

They quickly weaved their way through the aisle of chairs and laughed clumsily as they began to drag each other to the toilets. Not bothering to check for other people when inside, Brittany pinned Santana up against the toilet stall and moved her mouth straight to her neck.

Santana swallowed the moan as Brittany licked over her pulse point rapidly, nipping her ear lobe occasionally.

"I've been- uh- waiting to do this all night." Brittany breathed when Santana cupped her face to bring their lips back together.

"Mmm, me too- but- but I had no idea you were a lesbian- ahh!"

"Then your gaydar sucks, baby."

Santana let out a high pitched moan when Brittany called her baby and shoved her tongue down her throat. Santana desperately tried to control her hips bucking up but couldn't help it was Brittany's hands grasped onto her hips.

"Where do you live?" Brittany breathed.

"About ten minutes away if we walk." Santana told her quickly, liking where this was heading.

"We have to get a cab." Santana nodded and fixed her clothes and patted down her dishevelled hair, pulling Brittany out of the toilets and out of the stadium onto the busy New York streets.

"What about the game?" Brittany asked suddenly. "You told me how much it meant to you."

"Screw it." Santana grinned and pulled Brittany into the cab that had pulled up. She told the driver her address, her eyes never leaving this beautiful creature who just so happened to be a lesbian too and who just so happened wanted to kiss her back.

It was weird when she knew that this wouldn't be a silly hook up. She knew that her and Brittany were going to be something serious. She couldn't help but wonder if she had found her soul mate tonight.

She probably did.

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Hope it satisfies you :) Just for clarification, it's possible there will not be any sex scenes in these twenty chapters, some of you might of figured that because of what the fic is titled.

I may possible write in one, I don't know yet.

And just to remind you guys, these twenty one shots are in no way connected to each other! They're all AU!