Author's Notes:

This is a story about Santana meeting and ultimately falling in love with Brittany. It will follow cannon for the most part.

There is a new character introduced in this story and it is through this chapter that Santana will grow and come to understand her love for Brittany.

This is a M rated story for future chapters, but since the story starts when they are 11, there will be a fair number of chapters before anything M happens.

Of course I do not own anything Glee related. This is merely a story!

This story is written from Brittany's POV, if you would prefer it from Santana's POV then read the accompanying story "My Love for Him Led Me to You."

I hope you enjoy the story! Let me know what you think! I will update as fast as possible!

Chapter 1 – Best Friends Since We Met June 2005

It was only a month ago that I was standing in the middle school gym trying out for the cheerleading squad. I didn't know much about cheerleading, but I knew it would give me the opportunity to dance and would help me make friends. My mom was a cheerleader when she was in high school, she thought me trying out was a great idea, especially since I loved to dance. I am great at dancing but I was still so nervous about trying out for the cheerleading squad.

My performance was judge by the middle school cheer coach and the captains of the eighth and seventh grade squads. There was also this national cheerleading coach there, she was insane. I think I was most terrified of her; she stood there shouting random comments and insults to all the girls. This girl Patty was trying out for the squad and this lady yelled "no fatties," Patty broke down into tears; I had to go next and was completely terrified. Thankfully my many years of dance lessons paid off. Everyone seemed impressed by my dancing and they especially loved my no handed cartwheel, even the crazy lady smiled at that, it was like she was making plans for the future. I was so excited to be made a member of the team, the coach gave me a letter and permission slips to take home to my parents as well as a packet of information.

The following week the cheer coach came to my elementary school for an information meeting with the parents of all the students who made the cheer squad. At this meeting we also had fittings done for our uniforms, we were required to have two practice uniforms and two game uniforms, a cheer gym bag, two pairs of white sneakers, four pairs of cheer socks, and at least four pairs of spanks. Quinn's dad made a huge donation to the squad, which paid for the whole squads practice uniforms and cheer bags, since my parents did not have to buy these they bought me two extra game uniforms and a lot of extra socks and spanks, they knew how I have a tendency to lose things. I was so excited to get all my new cheerleading stuff; coach said it would arrive in early June, just before cheer camp.

All cheerleaders were required to attend cheer camp. I was excited about cheer camp because I would finally get to meet all the cheerleaders that were selected for the team. According to our coach the sixth grade team had a total of fifteen cheerleaders, but not all of the cheerleaders came from my elementary school. There is this other elementary school in Lima Heights and some of the cheerleaders were from that school.

I have never been so nervous to go to a camp before, I have been to dance camps and church camps, but none of them made me nervous, not like this. I received my letter last week with a permission slip for my parents to sign as well as my dorm room assignment and the name of my roommate. My roommate's name is Santana Lopez, she is from the other elementary school. I'm really scared that this girl is going to like mug me or something, everybody tells me that Lima Heights is a dangerous part of town and to never go there. Now I will be sharing a room with someone from that part of town, of course that is only what people say, they could be wrong. I mean, last year that one girl told me that New York City was a big apple, but she was wrong. My parents took the family there for Christmas break and it is just a really big city, I couldn't find a single big apple there, not even in the park. So maybe Lima Heights isn't so bad, which means maybe my roommate won't mug me or beat me up with her shoe. I guess I will find out here soon.

"Brittany Susan Pierce! If you do not hurry you are going to miss the bus and be kicked off of the cheer squad!"

Crap, I need to hurry, Mom sounds like she is losing patience, ugh why am I always so slow at packing. I guess I should have packed last night instead of watching T.V., but my favorite show was on and I just couldn't miss it. Plus I didn't think packing would take this long, of course it didn't help that I slept in and took a really long hot shower, it was so relaxing.

I'm glad that I received all of my cheerleading stuff in the mail last week, especially my cheer bag, I would be so embarrassed if I had to show up to cheer camp using my mother's floral printed suitcase. I'm pretty sure it is the most hideous piece of luggage in existence. It looks like my eighty year old great grandmother's couch and smells even worse.

I'm really not sure what I should be packing, should I pack any normal clothes, will be going out anywhere, to like a movie or something. I guess I do not really have to time to consider such things so I'll pack a little of everything. I definitely need workout clothes and all my cheerleading stuff, umm I'll need some pajamas, and of course underwear, socks, and sports bras. I run to the bathroom next, I know I need to pack shower stuff and other random things I use to get ready in the morning. I hope all of this will fit into my cheer bag and that I can actually lift my bag once it is packed, I mean I am pretty strong but this is a lot of stuff, probably way more than I need.

My cheer bag looks as stuffed as my grandfather at Thanksgiving, there is no way I am going to fit another piece of anything in there. I grab my backpack and start throwing things in there. I grab my letter explaining the cheer camp rules, which is when I notice there was a recommended packing list on the letter, wish I had noticed that earlier it would have saved me so much time. I also grab the extra permission slip my mom had signed, I had already put one in my bag and my mom said she mailed one into the school before school was out for summer but I want to make sure that I had another one just in case. My kitten, Lord Tubbington, is pretty mischievous and so I have to make sure I look out for him. He likes to sneak into my backpack and steal things out of it. My parents gave him to me for Easter, best present ever, and he loves me a lot, perhaps too much because he never wants to leave my side, one day he snuck into my backpack and went to school with me. It was really hard to hide a kitten all day at school. I'm not sure what he is going to do without me for a whole week, I need to remind my mom to play with him and feed him and give him water; I really hope he doesn't think I forgot about him. But I can't take him with me, cheer camp is not like Hogwarts, you can't take pets with you to cheer camp.

"Brittany, now!"

"Coming Mom."

I heave my cheer bag over one shoulder and my backpack over the other, I feel so off balanced. Man, going downstairs is going to be tricky, instead of risking falling I decide it is a better idea to just let my cheer bag roll down the stairs. It crashes against the wood floor at the bottom of the stairs. I guess that would be my blow dryer, probably won't need it but I pretty much packed everything within arm's reach. Seconds later my mom and dad are both peering around the corner looking up the stairs at me, I give them a slight smirk whoops. My dad simply laughs at me, lifts my bag and heads towards the car with it.

"Brittany did you put Lord Tubbington in here and his cat food or something, this thing weighs a ton."

My dad is weird, Lord Tubbington is a little kitten, there is no way he and all of his cat food could weigh a ton.

"No dad, it's just my cheer stuff and bathroom stuff, who knew it would weigh so much."

I give my dad a quick hug good-bye and excitedly jump into the car. I need to stop doing this because every time I do I bonk my head on the door frame of the car. I click my seat belt and stare out my window, waiting anxiously for my mom. She looks happy right now, maybe even proud; I think she is excited for me. She gives my dad a kiss on the cheek and whispers something in his ear.

"Well slow poke are you finally ready to go?"

My mom asks with sweetness laced in her voice. I smile at her and nod my head; I probably look like one of those goofy bobble-head dolls that people have on the dashboard of their cars, but I don't care, I'm excited.

I still think it is weird that we have to meet at the high school to ride buses to the college we are having our cheer camp at, I mean the college is in the same town, it's not like we are traveling out of town for cheer camp. I was talking to Quinn about this and she said it is because the coach wants us to start bonding on the ride over to the college, to get to know each other from the start. Really though I know a lot of the team already, of the fifteen selected only three came from the other school, two girls and one boy.

Quinn also said that the National Cheerleading Coach wanted to start the indoctrination process early. I really am not sure what this means, I already had my physical so I am not sure why I have to see another doctor, and isn't it weird to see a doctor on a bus ride. This does not make sense to me, but Quinn said this is when this crazy coach begins hand selecting her cheerleaders for the high school team. Apparently she likes to start grooming and training the cheerleaders early so by the time they get to her they are ready and willing to do anything she asks of them. This sounds dangerous to me.

As we drive to the high school I can't help but chat my mom's ear off. I've never been so excited to go to camp. Dance camp was always amazing but this cheer camp was a new experience and a new opportunity to make friends and learn a new skill. I've always been better at learning skills then books. I like school and I pay attention and everything but it's just not as easy for me as dancing or cheering. When I dance I become lost in my own world. I can close everyone else out and just focus on the rhythm and beat of the music. I love to dance. Cheerleading involves dancing to a degree so I'm excited for the opportunity to dance and cheer.

As we pull up to the high school I can't help but bounce in my seat like an excited Chihuahua. I look out my window and see groups of cheerleaders everywhere, I wonder why they are standing apart; we're going to be together for a whole week, why not get to know each other right away. I notice Quinn as I look at the all of the groups; she has a group of cheerleaders forming around her, looks like she is already working on her bid for team captain. I know Quinn wants to be captain, she told me right after tryouts, she said she will do whatever it takes to secure the title of head cheerleader or team captain, whatever they call it. I don't really care about such things, I just want to make friends, have fun, and dance.

My mom stops the car at the curb, a few feet in front of the buses, I suppose she knows my bag is super heavy and doesn't want me to have to walk very far with it. I get out of the car and meet my mom at the trunk; she removes my cheer bag from the trunk, with considerable effort. She places my bag on the ground and gives me a big hug before telling me that she loves me and will miss me. When she lets go of me she reminds me to text her when we get to the university and every night before I go to bed. She is really sweet. My mom is the kindest person I've ever met. She loves me so much and I appreciate and love her more than I could ever express in words. She is just so amazing.

As I walk towards the groups of cheerleaders I assume that perhaps they were grouped together because they were told to do so, so I walk towards Quinn and join her group. I stand next to Quinn, she is the person I know the best out of everyone standing in the group, and casually join into the group's conversation. I look over my shoulder to the small group of three individuals behind me. They must be the three members of the sixth grade team from the other elementary school. They all look pretty young so they cannot be members for the high school or middle school teams and none of them look familiar. At first glance they all just look like normal students, but when I first see the face of the girl standing towards the back of the group I am left speechless.

She is definitely shorter than me, with long dark brunette almost black hair. She is by far the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. I stare at her until she looks up and notices me; I turn my gaze back to the group, I don't want her to think I'm talking about her or that I'm starring at her for some judgmental reason. I definitely want to get to know this girl, I want to talk to her and find out more about her. Maybe I can sit by her on the bus; a twenty minute bus ride will be the perfect opportunity to get to know someone. It is just long enough to have a great introductory conversation and not too long in case things are awkward or uncomfortable.

I can't help but jump when I hear the scary lady's amplified voice screech at all of the cheerleaders. I can barely understand a word she is saying because it is just so loud. I don't like when people's voices get so loud, I like when things feel calm and peaceful. If someone is this loud, things certainly can't be calm and I'm not comfortable. She tells all of us to load onto the buses, the older cheerleaders are told to ride in this big fancy bus and the sixth grade squad gets to ride in this old school bus. I'm really excited about riding on this old school bus, a bus this old means that the ride will be really bumpy and I love bouncing in my seat. Plus, this is one of those things you can talk about with people forever, seriously how many people have stories like this to tell.

Quinn leads our group over to the last bus, the really pretty girl that I don't recognize is already standing in line at the bus. She is not talking to anyone; she is just standing there waiting patiently to load the bus. I wonder if she is as excited as I am for this bus ride. I really hope that I can sit next to her so I can get to know her. I wonder, could she be Santana Lopez, could she be my roommate? I'm one of the last people to get into line at the bus; my bag is so heavy, it slows me down. Quinn is standing a few people in front of me; she is talking to her roommate for the week Stephanie. I hope they can get along this week, they always fight at school.

The crazy lady in the red track suit saves the best for last! She comes over to our bus and begins ushering cheerleaders on to the bus. When she starts loading the bus she spends extra time talking to the pretty girl, I wonder if she is going to have a conversation with each of us; I really hope she doesn't I don't feel confident about talking to her. When I step in front of the crazy lady she asks for my permission slip. I hand her the three copies I have on me, just in case one is missing something or the signature is not readable or something. She gives me this sideways glance when she notices that I had written my name in crayon on one of the three permission slips. Some people like pretty colors and for things to not be serious all of the time, I think the crazy lady is not one of these people.

I step onto the bus and scan the faces starring at me. I'm the third to last person to load the bus but there are still a lot of seats left open. This is a giant bus for only fifteen people to ride on, I guess there will probably also be an adult on the bus with us, they wouldn't let a bunch of kids ride a bus alone, would they? As my eyes travel the length of the bus I notice that the pretty girl is sitting at the back of the bus all alone. I can feel my grin grow as I realize that I will most likely get the opportunity to sit next to her. I fix my eyes to the place I want to sit; my smile grows with each step I take, excitement building as I get closer to where she is sitting.

I think to myself that maybe staring at that spot so intently is not the best of ideas and then my eyes meet the eyes of the pretty girl. She has these big beautiful brown eyes. They are warm and inviting. I feel soothed and safe by her gaze. I can't help but let a goofy smile spread across my face at my thoughts. It is silly that another person's eyes, a person you have never met, can make you feel all these things. When I notice her return my goofy smile with a similar goofy smile of her own, I know sitting next to her would be a really great idea. With encouraged enthusiasm I walk towards where she is sitting and then the girl a few feet in front of me sits down right next to her. I don't who the girl is that sits next to the pretty girl. These two girls must be from the other elementary school, which means one of them has to be Santana Lopez; I like saying her whole name it is so pretty. I really hope the pretty girl is Santana; I want to get to know her. Since the seat I want is now taken I sit next to Quinn since she is waving me over.

Quinn is quick to tell me all about the adventures she has been having this summer. It must be nice to have parents that are all about spending their money in crazy ways. My parents would take me and my baby sister on summer vacation but it seems like Quinn's summer is about going from one vacation to the next. It is not even a month into our summer vacation and Quinn has already gone to Hawaii and Disneyland and she is going to Florida when she gets home from cheer camp. I have been to Disneyland before; it is like the best place in the world it is so magical! My parents told me when my baby sister gets a little older we can all go to Florida and visit Disneyworld. I cannot wait, I mean Disneyland is just a "land" and it is amazing, I can't imagine how incredible Disneyworld is going to be, I mean it's a "world." Suddenly I realize that Quinn is still talking and I had stopped listening like forever ago.

I really am not interested in what Quinn has to say. She is just bragging about all of the fun things she has done this summer and I just don't care, but I'll be nice and listen. I wonder what the pretty girl is doing, I bet she has fun conversations, I bet she says really interesting and funny things. I turn in my seat in order to look at her; I just want to know what she is doing. She is looking out the window watching the buildings rush past and listening to music. I love music! Whenever I need motivation, rather to pick me up or help me study or get me pumped up, I listen to music. Typically though once the music starts all I want to do is dance. Dancing is amazing, it's freeing! I become lost in my thoughts until my staring eyes lock with dark brown eyes. Once again the pretty girl catches me staring at her, great now she's going to think that I'm some kind of creepy stalker or something. The truth is that I could look into those big brown eyes for hours; I know those eyes hide someone special. I wonder what she is hiding, why does she have a shield up; what does she have to fear? My thoughts are interrupted by Quinn tapping my leg; I bounce in my sit and turn away. I give the pretty girl a quick smile as I turn around, it may have been too quick or I may have moved too fast because I am not sure she saw the smile. The conversations on the bus have gotten louder so I have to lean in to hear Quinn. I'm so tired of hearing about how amazing her summer has been and will be.

Quinn finally stops talking as the bus slows to a stop in front of what I assume to be the dorm we'll be staying in for the week. This really nice lady, I think she is someone's mom, stands up at the front of the bus and tells us to stay in our seats and wait for Sue to give us further instructions. I wonder who Sue is, there is a giant dinosaur fossil named Sue. I saw her once in a museum, but I highly doubt that's the Sue this lady is talking about, that would be weird. It would be cool though I really like dinosaurs.

The crazy lady in the red track suit steps onto the bus, oh no, is she Sue? She is as scary as a T-Rex, and that dinosaur fossil named Sue is a T-Rex. I wonder if the name Sue means scary? She tells us that we're to call her Coach Sylvester, wait is she Sue? I'll have to ask Quinn later when the lady, I mean Coach Sylvester, has finished speaking. Coach Sylvester told us that we have thirty minutes to unload the bus, unpack, and change clothes for conditioning. She said we need to be on the practice field before that thirty minutes is up. I'm really fast at unpacking and changing so I'm not too worried about the thirty minute time limit so long as I don't get lost. I have a tendency to get lost a lot but that is more because I like the adventure of finding where things are rather than looking them up on a map or something. I mean when you look stuff up on a map you know exactly where to go and you never have the opportunity to find all those forgotten about places that are no longer on the map. I wonder what Coach Sylvester considers conditioning; either way I'm sure I can handle it.

I work out all the time with my dance schedule. Dancing is physically demanding and can be very exhausting, especially if you don't keep yourself in good shape. I run every morning and evening and do other aerobic exercises. I go to the gym with my mom, she tries to stay in shape; I think it has something to do with her history in cheerleading. Also I get in some weight training with my dad; he has a bench and free weights in the garage. It's his way to alleviate stress and relax. We use to do weekly family bike rides but we haven't done that in a while. Maybe we will start doing it again when my baby sister gets a little older.

Finally here! Cheer camp was about to begin, excitement rushed through me as I bounce in my seat. Quinn looks at me like I am crazy, but I don't care I am really excited. I reach into the back pocket of my jeans and take my cell phone out. I send a text to my dad and mom telling them that I've arrived at cheer camp. Then I call the house, I want to make sure that they know I am safe and sound. While I'm on the phone with my mom Quinn squirms around me and gets off the bus. I watch the pretty girl exit the bus as well. She walks like a girl on a mission; she appears determined and motivated; I like that. I finish talking to my mom and exit the bus. I grab my cheer bag and half carry it half drag it into the dorm.

There are cheerleaders heading in every direction when I enter into the lobby area of the dorm. I place my bag down and bring my back pack forward so I can get my paperwork out. I can't remember what dorm room I'm in, the only thing I remember is my roommate's name, Santana Lopez. I open my folder and my dorm room assignment sheet is not there. I frantically search my back pack and the sheet of paper is nowhere to be found. I must've accidentally given it to Coach Sylvester when I handed her my permission slips, maybe that is why she gave me that weird look. I have no idea where to go. I sit down on top of my cheer bag, I'm sure a parent or coach or someone will come through the lobby and help me out. Someone must have a master list of all the room assignments.

I have been sitting here at least ten minutes and not a single adult has come through the building. I have no idea what I'm going to do, I really don't want to be late to conditioning, or even worse miss it; I would probably be kicked off the team! I can't help but start to worry about things; maybe I should just start wandering the floors and pick a room until I have time to figure it out. I feel someone watching me so I look up and see the pretty girl looking at me. She stares into my eyes, it is like she is trying to figure out what I'm doing there, she probably thinks I'm really dumb for just sitting here.

I want to say something but I have no idea what to say. I already look stupid for sitting in the middle of the lobby not doing anything. To my surprise the pretty girl asks if I'm okay. At first I am a little confused by her question, do I not look okay, is she offering to help me. I could really use some help and she should know my roommate which means maybe she'll know what room I'm in. I simply shake my head no to let her know that I heard her question and that I'm not okay. She looks at me so sweetly and looks genuinely concerned when she asks if I was lost and if I needed help finding my room. I can't believe how nice this girl is, here she is ready to go to the practice field and she is willing to stop and help me, she is amazing! My excitement can't be contained when I nod my head yes, I'm pretty sure I am once again resembling a dashboard bobble head. She wants to see my dorm room assignment but I told her I had lost it, I mean I didn't really lose it, I'm pretty sure I just accidentally gave it to Coach Sylvester but I don't need to waste her time telling her all that. I feel embarrassed to tell her that I lost it; I really don't want her to think that I am stupid. A lot of people think I'm stupid but I'm not!

"Well, what's your name? We could ask the others if they are rooming with you, or do you remember who you are rooming with?"

She really did want to help me. She is actually interested in who I am and who I'm rooming with. I wonder if she hopes I'm her roommate just like how I hope she is my roommate. I guess that is a silly hope, I mean she probably already met her roommate and everything since I'm the last one here. But I could be wrong she could be Santana Lopez!

"My name is Brittany, I'm supposed to room with Santana Lopez, do you know her?"

My anticipation builds as I wait for her to respond, I want her to be Santana Lopez so badly. The pretty girl smiles widely and nods to answer my question. I'm not sure how to read this response. I mean she seems happy about my roommate being Santana or maybe she is just happy to know her, I'm really not sure.

"Actually, that's me. Here let me help you with your bag and I'll show you where our room is."

I can't help but smile when she tells me that she's Santana Lopez. It's like all my prayers have been answered in that single response. I've been worried forever that my roommate would hate me and mug me or beat me up, but this girl is not like that at all. She is really sweet. She reaches down and helps me stand up. Once I'm standing, Santana reaches for my bag to carry it for me. It is really nice of her to carry it for me but I feel so bad because my bag is very heavy, my dad said it weighed a ton! She leads me over to the elevator, she had previously come down the stairs but I think she realizes that my bag is too heavy to carry up all those stairs.

When the elevator door opens Santana let's me get in first, such a gentleman no wait gentlewoman. Santana presses the button for the third floor, I'm so glad she found me and offered to help me; I can't help but smile at her in appreciation of all she is doing for me. The elevator dings as it lurches to a stop on the third floor. The doors slide open and Santana motions for me to exit the elevator first, she really is the nicest person I've ever met. I'm so happy about how nice Santana is and about no longer being lost that I can't help but skip out of the elevator. As I walk down the hallway I realize that I have no idea where I am going so I turn around to see if Santana is directing me at all. When I turn around I see that she is really struggling with my bag. She tries to hide her struggles from me but I know how heavy my bag is so she really can't hide her struggles from me. I never want her to feel like she has to hide her struggles from me. I may have met her only minutes ago but I already know that I want to be there for her whenever she struggles. I reach out and take a hold of part of the handle of the bag so we can carry the bag together. Struggles are not nearly as bad when someone else is there to support you.

I continue walking down the hall with my back to Santana, grinning ear to ear. I'm so lucky to have her as my roommate! All of a sudden I have the full weight of my bag in my hand and my bag goes crashing to the floor I wasn't expecting Santana to let go. I turn around giggling, feeling very embarrassed, to see why Santana had let go. I see that she has stopped walking and is just standing, kind of shocked looking, in front of a door.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to stop so suddenly but this is our room."

It looks like she might be blushing a little bit; she shouldn't be embarrassed I should've walked next to her or behind her not in front of her when I didn't know where we were going. I smile at Santana hoping that it will ease her embarrassment. It must've worked because she turned around and opened our dorm room. Again she motions for me to enter first; I think it is really precious how she always wants me to enter the room before her.

I drag my bag into the room and dump it on the first bed I reach; I really didn't have the strength to pull my bag any further, even if it is only a few more feet to the second bed. I hear Santana laugh, I really hope I didn't just dump my stuff all over her bed, I hadn't even thought about asking her which bed she had claimed before dumping my bag out. I should've asked, she was here first she should get first priority in choosing a bed.

When I see Santana sit down on the other bed, I figure I got lucky and had chosen the right bed. I wonder if she likes to sleep by windows or if she hates sleeping by doors. I don't mind either as long as the closet door is always shut when I go to bed. I can't sleep with a closet door open, it's creepy. I start running around the room like a rabid dog placing items in the dresser drawers and then hanging a few items in the closet. When I hang up my cheerleading uniform I see Santana's uniforms at the opposite end of the closet hanging. This means that I was smart to pack my uniform. With all my stuff put away, which I did surprisingly fast, I grab some random workout clothes to put on. Santana is waiting for me and I don't want to make her late for conditioning. It is one thing if I make myself late, I will not do it to Santana. She stares out the window as I change. Maybe I should've gone to the bathroom or given her the chance to leave the room before I stripped my clothes off to put on my workout clothes, I didn't mean to make her feel uncomfortable.

Once I have changed my clothes I look over to Santana and realize that she is still staring intently out the window. I think she is somewhere else in her mind in that moment. I don't want to interrupt her thoughts but I also don't want her to be late. I walk up behind her and gently tap her on the shoulder. Santana jumps a little with my touch. When she turns around she looks me up and down, she is probably surprised to see such bright colors. I love wearing bright workout clothes it just makes working out more entertaining. I smile at Santana and ask if she is ready to go. She nods her head while looking at her watch. I hope I didn't take too long; I really tried to hurry so we can get to the practice field on time. When she looks up from her watch she has a smile on her face which I take to mean that we still have plenty of time to make It to the practice field.

It's a quick walk to the practice field. Santana walks like she owns this university. I wonder if she has a sibling that attends this school or something because she seems to know where everything is; I'm so glad I have her to help me out. When we step onto the practice field I see that a lot of the older cheerleaders are already there, I wonder how long they have been here. The older cheerleaders are standing around talking to each other and laughing. I hope they are not planning on pulling any pranks on us younger, newbie cheerleaders.

"Hey Britt, do you wanna stretch out before conditioning?"

"Uh, yeah. You should never workout before stretching!"

I love that she calls me Britt! It's a really good idea to stretch before Coach Sylvester has us doing conditioning. She may have us stretch as a whole squad as well but I rather stretch twice and workout, then have to workout without stretching at all. Santana and I begin stretching. I bend at the waist grabbing my toes and rest my head on my knees. I turn and see that Santana is sitting down. I sit down across from her and place the bottom of my feet up against the bottom of her feet. She has super small feet compared to me. I reach out and grasp Santana's hands; her hands are small and very soft. I pull her body towards me allowing her muscles to stretch, this is my favorite stretch. I ease up my pull allowing Santana's body to return to a sitting position; she then pulls me towards her. I smile as I feel my muscles stretch with her gentle pulling.

I stop stretching and jump to my feet when I hear the overpowering sound of Coach Sylvester. I look around me and see that Coach Sylvester is perched on this platform thing high above the field. She looks like some kind of ruler watching over her followers. When I look at the high school cheerleaders I see that this impression is probably pretty accurate; they will follow her anywhere.

"Sorry sack of rejects! When I say thirty minutes you should know I mean twenty-five minutes. You have wasted five minutes of my precious time by being late. Everyone will pay for your tardiness. Get on that track, all of you, and run until I tell you to stop!"

As I listen to Coach Sylvester yell at the arriving cheerleaders a cold shiver of shock creeps through my body. If it had not been for Santana I would've been part of the group just arriving, actually I probably would've been late. Santana sees my worry and shrugs at me and reassures me that we were early according to Coach Sylvester's crazy concept of time and that we're not to blame for her mood. Of course she is right, I think that probably happens a lot, Santana being right. I am grateful to have her watching out for me. I mentally promise to myself to return this sense of protection to Santana. I link my pinkie with Santana's to solidify this promise, there is nothing better than pinkie promises, and pull her towards the track.

Running, especially for a long period of time can become really boring. Santana is not talking as we run around the track; I guess she is really focused on running and continuing to be perfect. I let my imagination take over my mind as I run the track. I imagine that Santana and I are running the Boston Marathon; it certainly feels like we are running a marathon. I picture Santana and I running the cobblestone streets in Boston and listening to the crowds cheer us on. We are really young to be running in this marathon but we are keeping pace with the much older runners. We might even win this race. My daydream is interrupted by the sound of Coach Sylvester's bull horn; I really don't like that thing.

My legs did not want to stop running; they are in game mode and just kept moving. I notice that Santana slows down her pace which is a smart idea because that will help my legs stop moving, eventually. We continue to jog around the track, I wonder how long this will go, I can't really picture us in the Boston Marathon anymore because we are jogging rather than running. I decide that the best place for a jog is the beach. My imagination places Santana and I on the white sandy beaches of a tropical island. The waves rush onto our feet as we jog along the shore. Dolphins jump out of the water following us as we jog down the sandy shore. Just as I start to smell the sea Coach Sylvester's bull horn sounds again; my beach setting quickly fades from my mind. Santana and I leave the track and jog in the direction of Coach Sylvester. I feel like whenever you finish running you should sprint the last bit, there is nothing better than a race. I look to Santana and take off sprinting. I know she is a competitive person so I keep my stride in pace with her. We reach Coach Sylvester's platform at the same time.

"A tie" she is incredible, I can't believe that after all that running she was actually willing to race with me.

"I like your enthusiasm, keep up that spunk legs!"

I'm not sure why Coach Sylvester called me legs, I mean everyone has legs and I guess mine are longer than most but it still doesn't make sense to me. I do have spunk though; life is always easier to go through with a smile on your face and a good attitude then with a frown and a bad attitude.

"I want everyone that stopped running before the sound of the horn to step over here to my left. All of you that just stopped, at the appropriate time, step over here to my right."

Santana slips her pinkie around mine and drags me to the right side of the platform. I am thankful that she knew which way to go, I always have to hold up my hands and see which thumb and index finger make a "L" in order to remember my left from my right. It's a silly way to remember but it always works. When I feel her pinkie tighten around mine I smile at her, today feels like one pinkie promise after another. Our friendship is being created by and growing through continued pinkie promises, at least it is for me.

"Congratulations to those of you who have earned the chance to stand on the right side of God, the rest of you are a disgrace to cheerleading! I suggest that when we return, after lunch, you plan on actually participating fully in this camp or you can pack your gear and leave. If you're not going to put in your best effort here there is no need for you to remain a cheerleader."

God? Is Coach Sylvester like a Greek God or something? I remember learning a bit about Greek mythology and Greek Gods last year but I do not recall anything about there being a Goddess of cheerleading. Although, there are Greek Goddesses of food, wine, love, war, and sports. Cheerleading is a sport, so maybe she is some type of Greek Goddess. I glance over at Santana, I'm so confused, but the look Santana is returning to me reassures me that she will explain everything later. It's a good thing that Santana is willing to help me out; she is such a great person.

"You have two hours for lunch and to rest up, if you are so weak that you need rest, before I expect you back on this field!"

Coach Sylvester remains on her perch watching as cheerleaders begin to leave the practice field. A lot of the younger cheerleaders walk off the field with their heads hanging low; I hope they do not let this get to them too much. Coach Sylvester is just trying to get into their heads, they just need to keep trying and putting forth their best effort. Your best is all someone can ever ask of you. Plus, Coach Sylvester isn't even going to be their cheer coach this season! I stare down at my feet, I guess I should go to lunch but I don't want to go without Santana, but I don't know if she still wants to hang out with me.

"Hey Britt, I need to stretch out and cool down a bit more, do you wanna join me and then we can go get lunch?"

I'm excited that Santana wants me to hang out with her. I'm willing to skip lunch and only do stretches with her if she asked. Spending time with Santana is better than any meal I can imagine eating. Of course I am really thirsty so I hope we leave enough time to at least get something to drink. Santana and I jog over to the track and then jog the track. As we complete our laps around the track, I imagine us jogging the white sandy beaches of that secluded island once again. I can hear the waves washing ashore and feel the cool sea breeze. I think it is easy to imagine these things because being with Santana makes everything so easy. After a few laps Santana ushers us from the track to a grassy field where we stretch out. My body feels relaxed and rejuvenated after our cool down run and stretching. I may run a lot but my legs certainly were not prepared for such a long run today.

I am sitting on the grass with my legs stretched out in front of me grabbing my toes when I see Santana's hand reach down for me. I take her hand and allow her to pull me to my feet. As soon as I am fully standing I switch from holding Santana's hand to linking my pinkie with hers. We turn to walk off the field so we can get some lunch when I hear that dreadful bull horn beckoning Santana and I. More than anything I want to ignore Coach Sylvester's summoning but I know that will only have negative results. Santana and I turn around and walk towards Coach Sylvester's godly perch. To my surprise Coach Sylvester descends from her throne to speak with us.

"What are your names?"

Why on earth does she want to know my name? I hope us staying behind and completing a cool down jog and stretch is not against the rules. I really don't want to get Santana in trouble. If it is against the rules I will just tell Coach Sylvester that it was all my idea and that I made Santana stay with me. I know the whole thing was actually her idea but I would rather take the blame, plus I owe her huge for saving me this morning. I hear Santana tell Coach Sylvester her name so I quickly follow suit. I don't want to upset her even more.

"Keep up what you are doing and you may find yourselves privileged enough to be a Cheerio one day."

Coach Sylvester may not have yelled at us but I am still terrified from the encounter. As soon as Coach Sylvester starts to walk away from us all I want to do is run away. I tug on Santana's pinkie and pull her in the opposite direction of Coach Sylvester. I have no idea where I am going I just have to get some distance between Coach Sylvester and I. Moments later Santana and I step into the parking lot.

"Hey Britt, where are we going?"

"Apparently the parking lot. Where do you think we need to go for lunch?"

Santana has the world's most precious laugh. The sound of her laugh resonating in the breeze warms my heart. I set a new goal for myself, which is to make Santana laugh all the time. I am fairly talented at making humorous comments; now I have a forum to make those comments in. Santana turns our direction and leads us towards the campus dining hall. As we walk I peer over to Santana it looks like she is making plans and calculating things. My dad makes a similar expression when he is helping my mom with the monthly budget. It's adorable how much Santana plans, I mean we are only in the sixth grade, or going to be, and she processes things like an adult.

When we step into the dining hall the sound of loud chatter instantly fills my ears. Everyone is talking so loudly, I assume it is because they're trying to be heard over the other people who are talking loudly. Sometimes I wonder if people realize that if they all spoke quietly then there would be no need for everyone to yell at each other. I observe Santana make a small salad, so I do the same, I'm sure Santana thought about what to eat so she must be right that a salad is the smart choice. She then grabs a Gatorade and a bottle of water, which is definitely a good idea, I feel like I have just walked through the Sahara desert without a drop of water.

It always interests me how people divide up and opt to sit with certain people and not with others in the lunch room. You can tell a lot about a person by the person they choose to sit with at lunch. These are the people they are choosing to associate with not people they are forced to associate with. I am proud of my choice, I like sitting with Santana, there is no one else here that I would rather sit with. I thought more of the squads would be sitting together but they're not. In fact the only squad that is sitting together is the varsity squad, I wonder if they're forced to do so or if they're just closer with each other than the rest of the squads.

Santana and I finish our salads at the same time and get up to leave the dining hall. There is no need to stay here any longer than necessary. It is too loud to have a nice conversation and the smell of all the foods mixing together was making me sick. As we walk towards the exit Santana stops and grabs another bottle of water and another Gatorade, since I'm so thirsty after our first workout I figured Santana had a good idea about taking something to drink with us to our next workout. I grab the same thing as Santana, water is water but she just happens to choose the flavor of Gatorade that I love. Fruit punch Gatorade is by far the best flavor. When we step out of the dining hall Santana links her pinkie with mine and walks away from the dining hall but not in the direction of the dorms or the practice field. I have no idea where we are going but I don't care I would follow Santana anywhere. I mean she did follow me when I randomly led her to a parking lot. If she can trust me so freely I can do the same.

Santana is truly amazing. She has taken me to this really quiet and tranquil place. After the loud ringing of Coach Sylvester's bull horn and the loud conversations of the dining hall, this place is exactly what I need. Somewhere quiet where I could just relax until I have to return to the commotion of cheer camp. I watch as Santana lies down on the grass and I follow suit. I look over to her, with pure adoration feeling my heart, and then up at the clouds. Finding shapes, objects, and animals, especially animals, in the clouds is one of my favorite things to do.

"Look that one looks like a duck."

I watch Santana as she tries to find the cloud that I said looked like a duck. She tries so hard to find the cloud, she adjusts the way she is laying and changes the way she looks at the clouds but can't find my duck cloud. I want her to see my duck cloud, everyone should be taught how to find animals in the clouds and this is my opportunity to teach this talent to someone who I believe is truly magical. I grab hold of Santana's hand and trace the outline of the cloud that looks like a duck.

"Here look, do you see it now?"

Santana nods her head when she sees the duck shaped cloud. She laughs a little, I feel like I have accomplished something when I hear that laugh. She is not laughing at me, she is not judging me, and she doesn't think I'm being weird, she just enjoys the moment. She takes the opportunity to free her mind and allow her imagination to be in control. I can tell that Santana is a very controlled individual that she lives her life according to structure and schedules, I mean I did see how she set an alarm on her watch, but in this moment she has let go of all the rules.

I can't believe cheer camp is almost over. This week has been a lot of work but I have learned a lot about cheerleading and some great new workouts. Plus I meet Santana and no matter what else happened during the week or what will happen the rest of the night and tomorrow morning this week will always be a great memory because of Santana. She is the highlight of my week. I just hope she will want to be my friend when camp officially ends tomorrow and when school starts in September. I really just want to be with Santana for the rest of the night, just the two of us watching movies and hanging out.

Unfortunately, Coach Sylvester has this huge dinner and speech thing planned for all of us tonight and we are required to go. I would risk skipping it if it wasn't for Santana. I know that she really wants to be the sixth grade head cheerleader and captain and this can only happen if she is at the dinner. I guess so long as Santana is there it won't be all that bad, it'll just be another loud event. I have to get use to things being loud; I mean cheerleading is all about being loud; maybe I can wear ear plugs.

As soon as Santana opens the door to our dorm room I move over to my bed and lay down. Santana falls down right next to me but she does not linger. She stands up and moves over to her dresser picking out a really pretty clean outfit. I can't help but watch her, everything she does is just so thought out. She makes sure that all of her items match and look good together; a lot of times when I get dressed I just pull out random items and put them on. Even though my outfit selection process is odd it works for me, people commonly compliment me on my style. The more I watch Santana the more I want to help her relax tonight and escape the tedious schedule she probably has in her mind.

"Hey S, I have a question for ya."

"What's up Britt?"

"Do you want to have a movie night with me?"

Calling tonight a movie night is probably not the right term. Santana and I watched movies all the time. I am amazed by the collection of DVDs she brought with her to cheer camp, but that is Santana always being over prepared for everything. This is definitely not something we had in common. When packing for cheer camp I randomly threw panties into my cheer bag, thankfully I had enough, Santana on the other hand had made a list of items to pack with a number written next to it to indicate how many to pack. She also made a copy of that list and brought it with her so she could mark the items off when she repacked them. I had watched her pack some of her things this morning before our morning conditioning.

"What I mean, is like, do you wanna push our beds together and like build a fort and watch a movie tonight, since it is our last night here and I don't know when I will be able to see you again before school starts."

Santana looks at me with this goofy smile plastered across her face. I love how she accommodates my child like behaviors.

"That sounds like a perfect way to spend our last night."

Her response makes me so giddy. I can't help but bounce up on my knees and clap my hands. The enthusiasm in her response has reinvigorated me, now I feel like I have the energy to get through Coach Sylvester's dinner because at least I have this to look forward to when it ends. I leap from my bed and run over to Santana and give her a big bear hug. I love when my dad gives me a bear hug so I thought maybe Santana would like one as well. The smile on her face tells me that she did enjoy the hug. I let go of her and quickly change my clothes, I know that Santana likes to be pretty early for events, I never want to be the reason she is late.

It is not surprising to see that Santana and I are the first members of the sixth grade squad to enter the dining hall. We have been the first members of the sixth grade squad at every event this week, sometimes we were the first ones there even before the high school squads. Santana leads us over to our table; this dinner is a lot more formal then what I was expecting. Coach Sylvester has divided our squad into different groups. I really hope this doesn't turn into another right hand of God lecture that was weird and uncomfortable. Quinn was pretty upset with me for a while because of that whole ordeal. Things have changed since then though; Quinn has improved with the workouts and puts forth a ton of spirit during the actual cheering clinics.

I'm glad Quinn is no longer mad with me because we're sitting at the same table and she is sitting next to me, of course I have Santana sitting on the other side of me. Quinn is sitting on my left side and Santana is sitting on my right side. While we eat I keep bumping elbows with Santana, a lot of times I do it on purpose. Santana is left handed and I am right handed so having her sit to my right side makes dinner a lot more interesting. We finish our meals and just sit there, I'm so bored I just want to go back to the room and build a fort with Santana. While I want to leave I know the most important part of the evening has yet to happen so I will sit patiently and wait, for Santana.

"Alright, listen up you worthless sack of maggots. Everyone sitting at an 'A' table, nice work this week you're on your way to be good enough to make it as a Cheerio. For those of you sitting at a 'B' table you should just quit cheerleading, you're an utter disgrace to the sport. If you opt to continue this futile endeavor I recommend you look to your counterparts at the 'A' tables and learn what hard work actually looks like. Do not come back to my camp next year in such disgracing style!"

I can't help but wonder if this same process happens every year. If it does why are there so many people at 'B' tables that have been here prior years? Do they not care what Coach Sylvester thinks about them? Or does Coach Sylvester change her standards every year to make sure there is always someone one at the 'B' table? Is an 'A' table cheerleader evaluated against on how all the other cheerleaders on the team perform? I'm truly confused by these belittling remarks made by Coach Sylvester and why someone would come back after being the target of such remarks. I guess popularity and cheerleading means more to some people than their self-esteem.

I'm pulled from my thoughts when I feel Santana's leg nervously bouncing next to me. I place my hand on her leg and squeeze it gently to try and calm her down. I don't realize why she is so nervous until I hear Coach Sylvester finish announcing the head cheerleader and captain for the seventh grade squad and turn her attention to our table.

"Now the sixth grade team is a little tricky. I have seen a lot from this team and I know that some of you will become Cheerios and will win a national title. I believe that some of you are willing to do whatever it takes to be number one and I like that quality in my Cheerios; it is a quality that I myself possess. That being said I am making a unique decision for this squad. This year the sixth grade team will have a head cheerleader and three captains. I want to explain this to you a bit. All three captains will assist with creating routines and judging tryouts for next year's squad. However, the head cheerleader will have the final say in any split voting. The three captains are Quinn Fabray, Santana Lopez, and Brittany Pierce, quite the trinity I must say."

My first feeling is to be excited for Santana, she wanted this so badly. My second feeling is complete shock; I was not expecting this for myself. I mean I worked really hard this week but I didn't think it would lead to me becoming a captain. This is pretty cool, plus I get to be a captain with Santana which makes this even better.

"I also want each of you to be responsible for unique aspects of the team. Santana your work ethic is insane; you're in charge of scheduling, work outs, conditioning, etc. Brittany you have moves that would make J. Lo stumble, you're in charge of creating routines and song selection. Quinn you have inspired spirit; you're in charge of creating cheers and yells."

Besides meeting Santana, this is the best news I have received all week. It is one thing to be made captain but to actually be in charge of creating the dance routines for the squad and being allowed to choose the songs is like a dream come true. I tried out for cheerleading for the opportunity to dance and now I am in charge of all the dance moves for my squad. I can't wait to text my mom; she is going to be proud. The excitement I have for myself quickly fades when Santana takes hold of my hand that is resting on her thigh. She squeezes my hand tightly, really tightly, if I wasn't so nervous for her it probably would really hurt. She loosens her grip on my hand; I don't want her to feel like I don't support her so I squeeze her thigh even tighter. I want her to get head cheerleader so bad, she has worked harder than anyone else this week. Sure I have been right there with her but I would've been late and lost numerous times if it had not been for her help.

"The head cheerleader for the sixth grade squad is Quinn Fabray. That's it people, get to bed, buses leave at nine am sharp, if you're late you will be left behind!"

I watch as Santana's face falls, her disappoint is so visible but only for a second. It amazes me how quickly she composes herself; I know she is devastated by not being named head cheerleader. I feel so bad, I just want to wrap my arms around her and give her a hug, she deserved head cheerleader more than anyone else. I still cannot understand how Quinn beat her. Santana did not allow her frustrations or disappointment to control her instead she leans over me and congratulates Quinn on being named head cheerleader and tells her that we will have her back. She informs Quinn that together we will create the best squad the state has ever seen. I want Santana to know I support her, so even though I think she should have won head cheerleader, I agree along with her and nod my head to everything she says. We move from congratulating Quinn to congratulating every other cheerleader who won the title of captain and head cheerleader. The sixth grade squad is the only squad to be assigned multiple captains. Santana and I leave the dining hall and walk back to our dorm more after congratulating everyone.

Santana opens the door to our dorm and steps in; her shoulders slump forward. I want to take away her disappointment and show her that she is still amazing even without the head cheerleader title. I wrap my arms around her while still standing behind her. I want her to know I am here for her no matter what.

"I'm so sorry S, I thought you had it for sure. You worked so hard, you deserved it."

"It's okay Britt, I'm pretty sure Quinn bought the position and I never want to earn something that way. We all work for things in different ways; Quinn just does it with her daddy's wallet, no biggie. I'm a captain and that's good enough, especially since I get to be a captain with you!"

It's adorable and heart breaking, at the same time, how Santana tries to hide her disappointment. I wish she didn't try to hide it, I know she is upset and deserves to be. I want to be able to comfort her but how can I do that when she tries to hide her disappointment.

I can't help but frown a little when Santana walks away from me and towards her bed. I really hope she is not planning on going to bed before building a fort and watching a movie. I know she is disappointed but we should still have our fort building movie night. Santana grabs the nightstand and starts to move it, I'm not sure why she would be moving the nightstand; maybe she dropped something behind it. After Santana has moved the nightstand from between our beds she moves over to her bed and starts to push it over towards mine all while looking at me smiling. She is working on building our fort! I jump up and down in excitement, she hadn't forgotten my idea; she is making sure my idea happens.

"I almost forgot S. I am so glad you remembered."

I don't want Santana to think that I had doubted her so I tried to play it off that I had forgotten about my awesome idea. She smiles at me and nods for me to come and help her. I start pushing her bed towards mine. This process is like how Santana and I came together. There was this obstacle between us, us going to going to different elementary schools; once that obstacle was removed we naturally came together. Once the beds are touching we use some extra blankets and build this high dome, like a tent, over top of the bed. I have amazing fort building skills. Santana lies down in the fort and places her DVD player in her lap, and I hand her the "Pacifier," it had just been released on DVD and I never had the chance to see it in theater. I snuggle up to Santana to watch the movie. While the previews are playing I see Santana get out her cell phone and send a text. I would text my mom to let her know my good news but it's already late and I don't want to risk waking her up. I wonder if Santana would send me text messages if I gave her my number. I look over at Santana and she has already fallen asleep; I really don't want to forget about asking her for her number though, so I give a little nudge just enough to wake her up if she isn't in a deep sleep.

"Hey S?"

"Yeah Britt?"

"Can I have your number so we can talk and maybe hang out this summer?"

Santana doesn't respond right away, of course I instantly panic that she has no desire to hang out with me after this week. My heart sinks a little as I watch Santana ponder the idea of giving me her number. Maybe I have asked too much of her, I did ask her to help me pack my bag this morning. Or maybe she just needs to be away from cheerleading after the disappointing blow she received tonight.

"Of course you can Britt, but only if I get yours as well."

All of my fears and worries immediately melt away when I hear Santana's response. I hand her my cell phone, thinking she will just add her name into my contacts but instead she sends herself a text message from my phone. It is a much more efficient idea than I had, but that is Santana, always efficient. When Santana's phone receives the text message she responds to it, this way I have her number in my received text message box and my sent text message box. I wonder if she did that because she knows I like to have back-up options. I always lose or forget things, Santana already knows me so well. With our numbers exchanged, Santana lies her head back down onto my shoulder and instantly falls back to sleep. She is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen and the way the moonlight is bouncing off her face only accentuates her perfect features.

Santana and I are sitting next to the reflection pond on the university campus feeding ducks. Suddenly one of the ducks starts making this really loud sound. I can't tell what it is until I feel Santana nudging me from my sleep. I had been dreaming about feeding ducks. It is not a duck that started making the loud sound; it is Santana's cell phone alarm. I wipe the sleep from my eyes. I really don't want to get up; I was having such a great dream. I open my eyes and see that Santana is staring at me smiling. She really has the most beautiful smile!

I roll out of bed and help Santana start to put the room back together. I can't help but giggle as we scoot the beds back across the floor and put the nightstand back between them. Seriously, what would people think if they walked in and saw the room in this state of disarray, they would probably think we had some kind of dance party in here or something. I guess that would make sense though since I am in charge of choreography for my squad. Santana steps back and methodically examines the room; I'm pretty sure if she had a tape measure she would be using it to make sure everything is in its perfect place. As obsessed with perfection as Santana is I have no idea why she is friends with me, I am anything but perfect. With our room returned to its original glory, Santana and I grab our cheer bags and head down to breakfast. My bag is still very heavy but the way Santana packed it better distributed the weight so it is easier to carry.

While eating breakfast I notice that Santana suddenly becomes a little quiet. She looks sad or disappointed or something. I look at her with concern and try to read what happened. Everything was fine just moments ago but now she is withdrawn. After breakfast Santana and I walk to the bus and get on. This time we are able to sit together. Quinn is sitting with Samantha, apparently this week has brought them closer together, and the girl that sat next to Santana on the way to camp is sitting with Stephanie on the way home. It is amazing how everyone seemed to get a little closer on this trip. Santana is still being very quiet so I wrap my pinkie around her pinkie; I want her to know that every promise I made this week I meant and that I will continue to make and keep promises with and for her. I lay my head on her shoulder; I enjoyed cuddling with her so much last night that I just want to keep cuddling with her. We do not speak a word to each other the whole drive but I know she is just processing something and will talk when she is ready.

When the bus stops in front of the high school I can feel my heart sink. I don't want to say goodbye to Santana. She has become my best friend and I just want her to stay next to me forever. I look out the bus window and see my mom leaning up against her car talking on her cell phone. Her hands are waving around crazily, she can't speak without moving her arms; it's pretty funny. I don't know what to say to Santana when she looks over at me, sadness still strewn across her face.

"Hey S, you're my best friend and I'm going to miss you."

I opt to go with the truth and tell Santana what I am feeling in this moment. Santana smiles at my statement and I can see a light return in her eyes. Maybe she is just sad to leave me; maybe she wants to stay right next to me too.

"Me too, Britt. I'll text you though and maybe we can go back to school shopping or something. I'll talk to my mom about it."

"That sounds like a great idea S."

Santana gives me a big hug after we exit the bus and grab our cheer bags. I want to walk with her but my mom parked on the other end of the parking lot. I reluctantly turn in the opposite direction. I just want to hang out with Santana non-stop. I pull my cell phone from my pants pocket. "Hey bestie, don't forget me! Miss you already, can't wait to go shopping! Let's get matching backpacks!"

Hey readers! I did not have a BETA to review this chapter. If you would like to BETA this story message me. I do have one BETA already but she is super busy so I am looking to take on another BETA. Hope you enjoyed the chapter.

Initially I posted only one story with both POV's. I have decided that it may be confusing for readers if I continue with it in such a way. There are now two stories:

My Love for Him Led Me to You – written from Santana's POV

Your Love for Him Led You to Me – written from Brittany's POV

These are the comments from the story when the two POV's were part of one story. (I don't want my readers to think that I do not value their reviews, because I do).