I do not own Glee or any of the characters... this is just me dreaming out loud... My first glee, brittana AND fanfic ever, so please be gentle! Reviews are most certainly welcome... I have a few ideas for how this will go so ENJOY!

There are some people who wake up every morning knowing who they are and they wake up knowing that everyone wants to be just like them. The girls want to be them and the boys want to be with them. Santana was one of those people. She woke up each and every morning knowing that the people around her envied and worshipped her as much as they resented her. I mean, she was head cheerleader, always had someone chasing after her and pretty much got everything her way… but when she really looked in to herself, all she could feel was guilt. Guilt that consumed her and ate away at her, because the thing is that these people, honest caring people, aspired to be the person she was only pretending to be. She didn't know herself anymore, everything she thought she knew about who she was and why she did what she did didn't seem to make sense anymore, and she had lost all sense of being. She was more scared and alone than she had ever been.

High school is 700 days… 700 days and you're done… in the grand scheme of things that doesn't seem like a lot does it? But can you imagine waking up each day and having the torture of being excruciatingly close to the one person you love more than anything else in the world but could never be with? Maybe it was the fear of consequences that held her back or the fact that, even in this forward thinking world, society would say that they could never really be together or maybe just that she knew the other girl may never feel the same way.

Santana was never one to shy away from any of her feelings and liked to think she was one of the most straightforward and honest people out there (sometimes this was to her detriment). She always said what she was thinking, even if it hurt people… most people would rather cry at the truth than smile at a lie right? But with Brittany everything became more difficult and confusing, it was different… of course she was still honest with her best friend and it never even crossed her mind to lie to this person but she was never completely truthful about the way she felt for fear of what her best friend would say or do, she couldn't lose the one person in her life who made her feel like, with just one hug, all her problems could just melt away. To her, Brittany was perfect, she was just so pure and unbroken… and in this world where people go in to each day unwittingly hurting others, this quality made Brittany almost one a kind. I mean, we all start every day and promise ourselves we're going to do better. The problem is in the execution. For most people that is true but for the special ones who manage to see the world with rose tinted glasses… they manage to be the best version of themselves almost effortlessly. All Santana wanted was to make this girl hers and only hers.

Santana's POV

She opened her eyes slowly and stretched only to find she wasn't alone in the bed. At that moment her heart flew to her mouth as she looked down at the silky blonde hair still tucked under the covers. She looked serene, almost angelic, one arm was carelessly laid above her head and her body was still twisted in the throes of her peaceful slumber. She felt overjoyed to have the girl she loved and lusted after in such close proximity, and with that thought her breath hitched in her throat… how could she feel so happy yet so heartbroken at the same time?

While she was lost in her thought, the blonde had awoken and was now staring at her through heavy lidded eyes.

"What's wrong, Tana?"

The small voice broke the reverie she had fallen in to and made her jump causing her to respond far too quickly.

"Nothing, B."

Even after the jolt her tone softened when she answered the blonde. Adding gently

"It's time to get up; we have practice in an hour."

"Mmmkay"

The blonde murmured and stretched luxuriously as she rolled on to her front. She couldn't help but stare as the blonde's tee rode up and flashed a tiny sliver of perfectly milky skin.

Somewhere from the depths of the pillows she heard a contented sigh and knew her best friend was quickly drifting back to sleep. With one hand gently caressing her friend's hair she tried to coax back to consciousness.

"B, seriously, the last few times we turned up late Coach made us do suicides for the whole 2 hours! I don't think I can handle another session like that… if you don't get up in 5 seconds I'm calling Lord Tubbington"

She knew this was sure to get the blonde out of bed. She heard a soft giggle and Brittany pushed the covers off with her feet.

"Ugh… FINE! I'm up, ok?"

Brit's bottom lip was jutted out and she was feigning annoyance. Santana knew she was just trying to get her way. She would do anything for that face, that pout made Santana's heart beat straight out of her chest.

After practice she and Brittany were completely wiped, Coach had been in an especially bad mood today and seemed to take it all out on her. However, knowing that both she and Brit had a full day ahead of them, they couldn't pass out just yet. Santana always tried to avoid the showers after practice because, honestly, she didn't think she could stand the thought of Brittany being so close to her completely naked… it may be slightly harder to hide her longing stares. Instead she made her way towards the boy's locker room knowing no one would be in there at this time. It was actually kind of nice to just get away for a while, you know, have time to think and to be away from the constant chaos of being at high school… if you don't mind the smell that is.

The bell rang just as she was finished getting ready. As she walked in to the hall and towards her first class she felt someone link pinky's with her and she knew immediately it could only be one person. The smell of coconut and lavender invaded her nostrils and she didn't even need to look at the other girl to know that she was standing close and was leaning in to her. This had to be one of the best and worst qualities of the girl she so desperately loved… she was a naturally huggy person, and although Santana loved that about her it was also extremely uncomfortable at times as it reminded her just how much she wanted to be with this girl. Santana was once again brought out of her daydream as Brittany began to whisper in her ear.

"Hey Tana, can I ask you something?"

Brittany's lips grazed her ear and her hot breath traced patterns on her cheek and neck.

"Mmhmm, shoot!"

She said with a smile feigning indifference and praying to God Brittany hadn't heard her breath catch in her throat or how her pinky had instinctively tightened. Brittany spoke again but a little bit louder, her breath only just ghosting her cheek secretly disappointing her that she had moved away a little.

"Do you think I'm hot?"

She almost choked on the piece of gun she was chewing as she was caught off-guard by her friend's bluntness.

"Umm… wha- what makes you ask that?"

She was genuinely terrified of the answer. A million thoughts rushed through her mind. Fuck, what if she has seen the stares? What if I really am being too obvious about it? Am I somehow making her uncomfortable? Oblivious to Santana's near panic attack Brit just chattered on.

"It's just, no guys ever look at me the way they look at you… Does that mean I'm ugly?"

You could almost hear the tears in her friend's eyes as she finished the sentence. She turned to the girl next to her and was again caught off guard by her pure beauty… Santana would swear to heaven and hell that if ever there was a perfect face on this earth it would be the one in front of her. She answered as truthfully as she could.

"Brittany, listen to me, you're gorgeous and don't let anyone let you think differently" Shit, maybe that was a bit much.

"Really?" Brit managed to say as her head dropped.

Santana's heart sank, she hated seeing Brittany doubt herself… she had nothing to doubt.

"Mmhmm…" She replied feigning nonchalance.

"Thanks Tana, you're the best you really know how to make me smile!"

And with that she bounced off with her ponytail swinging, leaving behind just the faint smell of coconuts and a small tingling sensation in my pinky.