Santana Lopez was in love with Brittany Pierce.

It hit her in the middle of Glee rehearsal, during free period on Tuesday. Mr Schuester's oh-so-original assignment had been to sing a song to 'express yourself', and it was a surprise to no-one when Rachel took to the floor and sang yet another ballad to an oblivious Finn, who sat wonderstruck in the center of the choir room.

Could you make it on your own?

See if I could, then I would,

I'll go, wherever you will go

Rachel sang it okay, Santana grudgingly gave her that. But it was the song seemed to hit a nerve, the lyrics unsettling Santana, stirring something inside her. A wave of nausea hit her, and she squirmed in her seat, fiddling with her Cheerio's skirt uncomfortably. Was the room swimming? Or maybe it was just her…

And then Santana felt a head rest on her shoulder, and turned to see Brittany there, watching the performance with an intense look burning in her eyes. Relaxing, she intertwined the girl's fingers with her own and watched the rest of the song in a thoughtful silence, reluctantly releasing Brittany's hand as it came to an end, clapping along politely with the rest of the group. And as Mr Schuester took to the floor again, the two girls locked eyes with one another, and that was when Santana knew.

She was in love with Brittany.

Sweet holy crap. She was in love with Brittany. Not in the way best friends should like each other, but in the way Brad loved Angelina, or Kate loved William. Something much deeper than any of that.

Crap. Crap. But she was straight! Her pin-ups were Taylor Launter and Zac Efron for god's sake; she was a perfect 1 on the Kinsey Scale!

Although it was no secret she'd made out with girls on more than one occasion before… and maybe enjoyed it…

"Santana!"

Ignoring the calls from behind her, she fled from the choir room, straight to the girl's bathroom where she spent the remainder of the hour silently crying, trying to come to terms with it. That she was gay.

Three hours later saw Santana standing in the Kitchen of the Hudson-Hummel household, with a confused looking Finn gangling above her. She smiled flirtishly, but it no longer felt natural, so she tuned into what Finn was saying instead.

"Kurt's in his room," Finn smiled awkwardly, tripping over his own feet in an attempt to let Santana pass by through the hallway. She rolled her eyes at the Frankenteen's typical behavior as he blabbered on. "Um, listen, you okay? After what happened in glee club today, we were all kinda worried for you-"

"I'm good," she blinked slowly, before shaking her head and looking Finn straight in the eyes. "I actually wanted to talk to Kurt about it, if that's okay so, if, y'know …" She tilted her head, and Finn understood immediately.

"No problem," he laughed sheepishly, still looking confused as to why Santana Lopez was at his house.

Santana breathed shakily. "Thanks, Finn," She called behind her as she climbed up the stairs, sounding uncharacteristically friendly. What was wrong with her? He called out something incomprehensible in response, so she just carried on climbing until she reached Kurt's room. She wasn't sure whether to feel relaxed or even more nervous, but here he was; someone who would understand.

Knock, knock, knock. She rapped on his door three times and waited in silence before a split second passed and there stood Kurt Hummel.

"Kurt," she greeted him standing awkwardly at his door. Her eyes burning with something the boy hadn't seen before.

"Santana?" he looked shell-shocked for a second before breaking into a genuine smile. "How are you doing? You seemed really upset after glee today," he asked carefully, a concerned frown setting in on his face.

"I just wondered if you could help me with something… I know it's something you've been through and I was wondering if you could help me with it. You're the only person I know who would… get this." Santana looked down, her hands shaking gently. Kurt nodded seriously, taking her hand and leading her to his bed, where they both sat still, until Kurt broke the silence.

"Just tell me when you're ready," he murmured reassuringly. Santana nodded jerkily and inhaled deeply.

"Right. I- I don't know if this is going to come as much of a shock or not," she began slowly, the nerves clear in her voice.

He nodded his head, slightly confused, indicating for her to go ahead. "Hey, I'm listening," Kurt reassured her, smiling encouragingly.

"Thank you," she whispered so quietly she could barely hear herself. Santana cleared her throat and sat up slightly straighter. "Kurt, I- I ran out of glee because when Rachel sang that song, it got me thinking that I'm in love with Br- with someone. And I'm scared to admit it to myself because, we're so as close as hell, and this is going to kill our friendship and- oh my god Kurt, it's Brittany, I'm in love with Brittany- I'm gay," Kurt could barely distinguish the words by the end of her speech and there were a few seconds of silence while he processed this. She mistook his silence and began gushing hysterically- "Don't judge me, after all the jokes I made about you and Blaine, and you must think I'm s-such a hypocrite, I'm so sorry, Kurt, I just thought that you could give me some advice, I'll just- I'll just leave and-"

"Whoah, Santana," he smiled tentatively. "Do you think that I, of all people, would judge you? Trust me, I've dealt with all this before," he assured her in a soothing tone. "Shh, don't worry, I'm here, calm down,"

She cautiously looked up at him, eyes glassy but with a small glimmer of hope. Kurt carried on, unfazed. "I really wish I could tell you this was easy," he said with a sad smile, "but there will always be homophobes, guys who will do a whole lot worse than what Karofsky did to me. The world is mean like that. But whatever happens, I'm here for you. Blaine's here for you- trust me, Santana, out of anyone, we understand it, okay? And don't forget the New Directions- everyone's gone through something at some point- the love triangles, the teen pregnancies, the, uh- bullying-" he winced slightly, but continued. "But when it came down to it, we were always there for each other- we still are, always will be. And don't think that this decision is going to change what at least the Glee Club will think of you- I think you're stuck with us all." Taking a final breath he added warily; "I never had someone to help me when I realised who I was, Santana, and there were so many times I felt like I should just- give up, and- and put an end to it," he choked, his eyes bright. "Um, anyway, I didn't but, no-one should have to feel like that. Not you, not anyone, and, I promise I'll help you with all this and make sure you never get as low as that," he concluded, a faint smile tugging his cheeks.

Guilt rushed through Santana as she murmured "Kurt, I'm so, so sorry," and engulfed him in a weak hug. Their eyes met, and it was then Santana knew she wasn't alone in this struggle. "You know what, Lady Trousers?" she half teased, wiping the tears away from her cheeks and laughing shakily. "I have a feeling that this could be the start of a beautiful friendship,"

A/N: Feel free to skip my rambling on!

So, I have actually written no fanfiction since last year, because my laptop with all my files was confiscated and I've only just got my laptop back, and haven't really got in to it until now again, so, yeah.

Now onto this actual story! Klaine and Brittanna are two of the most amazing couples on the show; therefore this fic will naturally be half Klaine and half Brittana with KurtxBlainexBrittanyxSantana friendship to link it all together. This first bit is really similar to one of my oneshots, purely because I got this idea from the oneshot! Unlike my other neglected attempts at writing (oops), I actually have plans for this, as in the next chapters already written, so unless my laptop is confiscated, there is no excuse for not updating, providing people actually like it!

Review and I'll review back!

Jess x x x