Hey guys. This is a fic that I wrote previously for a different fandom. I wasn't very proud of it, since I didn't spend a great deal of time on it, so I decided to re-write it for Brittana, and have, hopefully made it a lot better than the original. I wanna thank my wonderful beta, Just Keep Breathing, for her help with this first chapter. I should hopefully be updating again soon, since I have the next chapter written out, so watch this space. I hope you all like it! ;)

Lost Girl xoxo

As I looked down at the girl who was fast asleep in my arms, her nostrils flaring slightly as she breathed heavily, I instantly felt my heart warm. Her soft, golden locks framing her face delicately, the light sprinkle of freckles on her nose and cheeks, standing out against her perfect, pale skin. Her full, rose bud lips forming a slight pout as she slept peacefully and her long eyelashes resting on her full, slightly flushed cheeks. She was so perfect, and so beautiful. She was everything I'd wished for and more.

"Santana?" I heard the soft voice call, pulling me out of my day dream. "I asked you to tell me about the first time you met her…" she prompted, urging me to continue.

'That's not very nice…' I heard a soft voice say. 'Lord Tubbington says you have to be nice to people, otherwise they wont share their gummy bears with you…' the same voice continued, followed by a small cry and laughter.

I turned around to find a tall, blonde girl, sat in a puddle, pink lips forming an adorable pout. I don't know what came over me, but I instantly felt the need to hurt the boys that had made you cry. I left my spot on the swing, not even saying goodbye to Quinn, who was telling me all about how her older cousin had actually kissed a boy, and apparently it was super nice and made her tummy feel all squiggly. I just thought it sounded icky and gross, I totally didn't get why girls would want to kiss boys. I marched over to Noah and Finn, stepping in between them and you. You were soaked from head to toe, your cute little ducky sweater soaked through.

'What are you doing?' I demanded, raising my eyebrow at them. I was a lot smaller than them, but I most definitely wasn't scared of them, I mean, who'd be scared of Finn Hudson and Noah Puckerman? Noah looked like his Mom had stuck a bowl on his head and cut around it, instead of taking him to the hairdresser! I didn't care if they were popular and always made weird kissy noises at me, I definitely wasn't scared of them. I chanced a glance at you, but you were looking down at your knees, still sat in that damn puddle.

'What do you want, Santana?' Noah asked mockingly, which I really didn't like. I took in a deep breath, making my tiny, flat chest as large as possible to make me look more scary, and glared at him.

'Why don't you and Finn go kiss each other and leave her alone. I mean, that's obviously why you're mean to people, right Noah? Because you've got a big old crush on Finn here?' I blurted out.

My eyes grew wide with what I'd said, and I thought I was going to poop my pants. I was sure to be dead meat now, it's not like Noah and Finn were ever scared of me or anything. In fact, they'd done everything they could to make my life hell, ever since I met them in Kindergarten. I hated them, and they hated me. It was the way it worked. But, for some reason, instead of finding myself flying through the air to land in the puddle next to the pouting blonde, like I thought I would, Noah and Finn stood there with their eyes wide and their mouths hung open, like the way my big brother did every time he saw the girl from across the street leave her house. Though, he usually had more drool than these two idiots had right now. I waited for a few seconds, wondering what was going to happen when they finally spoke, but those seconds felt like hours, before they finally moved again.

'C'mon Finn, let's go play Soccer' Noah mumbled, turning away from me, Finn following like a little puppy dog, as always.

I turned to face you, and you still, after however long it was, hadn't moved from the muddy puddle.

'Um…hi?' I tried, scrunching my face up a little. I still didn't understand why you hadn't moved, and it had been like, a long time since you got pushed.

I knew that by now, your jeans would be soaked through and your underwear would be all horrible and uncomfortable. I remembered when I'd accidentally peed a year ago, and my underwear got all itchy and gross, so I knew that you must be feeling much worse. After a few seconds, you looked up and I felt myself drawn in by your teary eyes. They were the prettiest things I'd ever seen, so big, and so blue. They reminded me of when my Mom and Dad took me and my brother to Florida. The ocean was really beautiful and blue, and it went on forever. That's what your eyes were like. I didn't like the way they were all watery though, you looked like the kind of person who should always have a smile on their face, but instead you were sad and crying.

'Hi' you whispered.

You sounded like you was going to cry again, and your bottom lip did that wobbly thing that happens when you're going to cry really hard. Even though you were a lot taller than I was, you looked so small, sat there in that muddy puddle, your duck sweater all dirty. I offered her my hand to help you up and the smile you gave me made my tummy flip.

'C'mon, let's go find a teacher, see if we can get you some new clothes' I offered as I pulled you to your feet. It was the start of a life long friendship. We were only 10, but I knew instantly, that I never wanted to spend a day away from you.

The memory was so strong, it was as though I'd been pulled back to that very moment. I felt everything I felt on that day. The anger that someone had hurt the most beautiful girl I'd ever set eyes on and the way you looked at me with those intense blue eyes, as though you were seeing into my soul. Back then, I hadn't expected to fall in love with you, the silly blonde, who quickly became my best friend and wormed your way into my heart. Though, I guess, in some ways it was love at first sight. There was something about you, Britt that made me want to spend every second of every day with you, and I soon developed a reputation for being a bitch, as I put everything aside to protect you from the evils of the world.

You were so free, and never cared about what other people thought, and your innocence was completely adorable. You saw nothing but the good in people, regardless to what they did or said to you, and a part of me wanted to preserve that. Even from a young age, I knew that I didn't want you to see the bad side of the world. At 10 years old, I'd already seen my fair share of evil. The way my Dad would beat my Mom until she sobbed would forever haunt me, but, you know that. You were there to hold me when, even 10 years later, I still had nightmares about it. You'd dry my tears and hold me close, until I stopped shaking and finally fell back to sleep. When we were 13, I told you all about it and about how it made me feel. How it was the scariest thing ever to see the woman you admired for her strength, and felt so safe around, go from a great lioness, proud and strong, to a helpless, child like version of herself, begging the man she loved to stop.

It was terrifying for anyone, but to see that at 8 years old, was so much worse. You cried with me when I finally broke down and let it all out. You told me that my Mom was still that lioness, because she'd gotten away and hadn't let it hold her back. I guess, seeing my Mom go through that, is why I was always so protective of you. I didn't want to see someone else that I cared about, someone that I saw great strength in, be pushed around until they broke. At 10 years old, I had never imagined that you would have such an impact on my life, nor that that impact would lead me to where I am today, but, I'd never take any of it back. Not a single second.

I felt a small movement in my arms, the body I was holding so close to mine, stirring slightly as she woke up, and as I looked down, I saw her eyelids flutter for a second, before opening fully, showing off that exact same shade of blue, that I had spent a lifetime staring into. They quickly brimmed with tears, as she started to whimper a little, confused as to where she was. I watched her brow wrinkle in confusion as she looked at the other woman, who's warm smile didn't quite reach her piercing green eyes. I tightened my grip on her, as she clung to me, burying her head in my chest as I gently stroked my thumb over her rosy cheek, before kissing her softly on the head.

"It's ok baby girl," I practically whispered, trying to hold myself together. That familiar smell, that had always comforted me, overwhelming my senses. It wasn't quite the same, but it was good enough. From the second she was born, she had been your double, Britt. The same brilliant blue eyes, the same perfect blonde hair. I remember holding her as a baby, just taking in that scent that she'd some how inherited from you. I didn't even think a scent was genetic, but somehow, she got it from you. As she grew and got older, I started to notice little quirks about her, that were so much like you, it was actually scary. Like, the way she wrinkles her nose when she doesn't like something, and the same little goofy smile you always pulled. She's also inherited your love to dance. I know she's only young, but I can tell already, one day, she'll make you proud Britt, I can guarantee it.

"Santana?" Sarah called again, causing me to look up. She was looking at me oh so curiously, as though she was trying to read me, trying to figure out exactly what was going on in my head. She looked from me to our daughter and smiled, as though she had figured out the meaning of my existence, and in a way, she was right. I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for Sophia.

"I'm afraid our time's up for today," she said sympathetically, giving me that small smile that said 'I'm sorry your crazy, but we'll get through this'.

I hated that smile. As grateful as I was that the hour was up, I couldn't believe it had gone so fast, even though it had been monotonous, and repetitive. The same thing had happened for 3 months now. I'd go in, sit down on the ugly brown couch, and look at our baby in my arms, until it was time to go. It was the same every week. Sarah tried to get me to talk, she'd ask me questions about me, and Sophia, and about you of course. But I didn't see the point in it, any of it. She already knew the things she was asking me about, so I didn't understand why she wanted me to repeat them. She already knew that I met you when we were 10, and that we fell in love. I didn't need to tell her how I loved you from the second I met you. I didn't want to tell her. I didn't want some strange woman prying into my mind, digging to find answers that weren't there. I didn't want her to take our memories, and tear each and every single one to shreds, as she tried to figure out what was wrong with me. I mean, it was pretty damn obvious what was wrong, don't you think?

Still, I was here, and I knew that I had to keep coming. Quinn and Rachel had practically dragged me here for my first appointment, and had made damn sure I went to every follow up. I knew they were just trying to be good friends and look after me, but I didn't want them to, and honestly, it was just so fucking annoying to have them hover over me every single second of the day, like I was made of glass or something.

I didn't reply to Sarah, I just got up from the couch, wincing as I unstuck my legs from the hot leather, and walked from the room, instantly scanning the waiting room for a familiar blonde head. I found her quickly, and settled on soft green eyes and a loving smile, causing me to smile back a little, even if I was still pissed about these damn sessions.

"Hey, how'd it go?" Quinn asked as she closed her book and got up from her chair. I just shrugged my shoulders. I really didn't want another lecture from Quinn Fabray about how I needed to start opening up and talking about stuff, and about how bottling it all up wasn't good for me. I had spent a lifetime ignoring Quinn Fabray, and I wasn't about to break that cycle now, even if we were sort of friends.

As we got into the car, my eyes locked on a pair of blue eyes in the rear view mirror, and it took me a second longer than I should have, to realise that they didn't belong to you. I tried to hide my disappointment, but I guess Quinn's more observant than I give her credit for, because she placed her hand on my thigh and gave it a small squeeze. I know it was meant to be reassuring, but it only made me feel even worse. It just reminded me of you.

"Britt, that movie was all kind's of awesome!" I argued, as you scrunched your nose up and shook your head.

"No…I didn't like it" you replied, sporting your famous pout.

"Why not Britt?"

"I just didn't get why the girl had to have a gun for a leg. Like… why? And the zombies were really scary" you answered sadly, your pout still in place. I pulled up outside of your house and shut off the engine.

"She had a gun for a leg because it's totally badass! I mean, did you not see the part where she was on the motorbike? So wanky" I argued, shaking my head.

I knew you'd wanted to see the new Shrek film, but we were 15 now, and I'd just passed my drivers test. I felt all grown up driving my Mom's car about, and I wanted to see something a little more grown up, to match my new grown up attitude. I'd managed to talk you around with the promise of ice cream and chocolate milk, but I hadn't thought it would make you this sad.

"Look, I'll take you to see the Shrek movie next week. How's that sound?" I decided to compromise. I never could resist that pout. You seemed to instantly perk up and threw your arms around my neck as you hugged me.

"Thank you!" you squealed, and I knew that if I got that reaction every time I did something for you, I'd go to the ends of the Earth to make sure your wishes came true.

"You better go, Britt, we have school tomorrow. I'll swing by and pick you up though, okay?"

"Okay" you nodded in agreement, that smile still plastered all over your perfect face. You leaned over and placed your hand on the top of my thigh, as you reached in to kiss my cheek, but you must have aimed wrong or something, because you ended up planting a kiss straight on my lips instead.

I saw the hesitation in your eyes as you pulled back slightly, and I knew you didn't know how I would react. In all honesty, I was so shocked, that I wasn't sure it had actually happened. I'd thought about what it might be like to kiss you before, but that small, accidental peck made my heart leap, and I instantly wanted to kiss you again.

I guess I must have looked like an idiot with my eyes wide and my mouth hung open, like I was catching flies or something, but I just couldn't bring myself to move. You reached for the handle and went to push the door open, muttering a 'goodbye' as you did, and my body reacted before I'd even thought about what I was doing. I grabbed your upper arm, feeling your toned bicep twitch in my grasp as you turned back to face me. The next thing I knew, I was leaning in to place my lips on yours.

It was our first kiss, and I'd never been so scared in my entire life, but as you turned back into me, and placed one hand on my thigh, and the other came up to cup my cheek as you kissed me softly, you made all that fear and hesitation disappear. In that moment, all thoughts of what this might mean for us, and what I'd say to people at school, and the internal battle that had already began, as I tried to push away my feelings for you, disappeared, and it felt like it was the most natural thing in the world, to be kissing your same sex best friend.