Ok so this was originally going to be a one-shot but wanted to expand it out more. This is the 1st chapter. There are 5. Enjoy

Disclaimer: I do not own glee, wish i did

Chapter 1

I watch on the sidelines as Brittany cheers her little heart out. I had so much admiration for my best friend, me never mastering the moves that she possess as a dancer. I had to settle for average cheerleader moves as Brittany was the centre of our routines.

I gaze back towards the sea of red and white at the benches. She was grinning at me now, a sympathetic grin. I injured my ankle tumbling down the corridor stairs from a loose floorboard. I knew it was deliberate but I couldn't prove it. I went all Lima Heights when I realised I was flat on my ass, humiliated in front of a gathering crowd.

I was Santana Lopez, the H.B.I.C, but as I gathered my dropped books, Brittany looked down at me with a concerned face. She was my angel, always there when I needed her.

Anyways, I couldn't do routines for 4 weeks, and it tore me up inside because the team were currently practising for scholarships in a month time. Brittany was a shoe in and it was rumoured that only 3 would be accepted. I willed my ankle every day for the past week to get better, never changing to my despair.

Brittany closes me in a hug, disturbing me from my thoughts, as I realise the game was over. I take in her scent of daffodils and something I couldn't put my mind on. It put me in a daze as she goes in to change.

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I stagger on my crutches as I make my way to locker room. Brittany was too wrapped up in her happiness to help me so I didn't blame her. She smiles at me softly as I enter the locker room and plonk myself on the bench next to her. She's looking into her locker when she speaks. 'I think Lord Tubbington would be proud of me today.' Bouncing up and down, I can't help but smile- Brittany was so adorable.

She proceeds to shower at the far corner cubicle. I hear her voice from across the room over water. 'Hey San, how's your ankle, does it need some warm water?' My body freezes at this request, palms becoming suddenly sweaty. I have loved her more than a friend for a while now, maybe ever since she saved me from the bullies in Kindergarten, claiming me as her friend and sharing her lunch with me.

I have never told her out of fear losing my friendship with her. Every time I looked at her however, I wanted nothing more than to hold her hands in mine and slow dance for hours.

I turn back to where she is standing, giving me a worried look. 'Umm no it's fine Brit Brit, it's actually feeling better today.' She smiles back at me and turns off the taps abruptly and step out to wrap in a white towel. 'That's great Sanny,' she says walking over to retrieve her clothes on the bench opposite me.

Brittany looks at me with a grin. "Now turn around.' I do as she says and swivel on the bench, listening to her take the towel off, no doubt quickening her pace as she notices me twitching in my spot. We never changed naked in front of each other. Sure we were best friends, but that was one part we never shared.

She promptly taps me on the shoulder and I turn back around slowly to come face to face with her in purple panties and a black bra. My breath hitched as she shook on her top and jeans. Noticing me tensing, she rubs her hands on my shoulders. 'You need to relax Santana. We can a night of movies and ice cream with Lord Tubbington. Would you like that?'

A hopeless smile graces my face at Brittany's innocence. I nod happily and she grins.

We decided to drive to my place to pack a night bag then go to her house for our movie night.

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I promptly drive to my place with Brittany beaming in the passenger seat next to me. A strained expression on my face as I struggle to see in front of me due to the evening sun set. I shield my eyes as I round the corner to my neighbourhood. I grew up outside of Lima Heights at Lima Heights Adjacent- It wasn't the best neighbourhood growing up in but I know no other.

Joey, the local drunk waves at me from the alley way- now I see why Brittany gets uncomfortable visiting me here.

I pull up to my house, probably the best one in the street and run my hands over the wheel. Brittany watches me as I hop out and waltz up to my house in a quick pace. Grabbing random things from my room was fairly easy, knowing exactly what I'm going to wear tonight.

I constantly dressed up for Brittany, but she never notices. The sound of the zip on my bag feels like the zip unclenching from my heart. Brittany's sleepovers always left me in a happy mood, relishing in the fact that my best friend can have that effect on me.

I reunite with Brittany 10 minutes later, after kissing my mother goodbye, with my dad telling me not be late home tomorrow for a family lunch. He then gives me a smile and tells me to have fun at Brittany's.

'Man, my parents freak me out sometimes.' I say to Brittany buckling up. 'Well their daughter is sort of high maintenance.' She retorts back. I smirk but remain with a threatening glare. 'Oh what was that?' I say with an urge to tickle her. She presses her lips together and coyly smiles. That's it, she's getting it now. I tickle her in the belly, loud laughter erupting from her.

I don't let up until she begs me to and we drive to her place 8 minutes later with a triumphant grin on my face.

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Brittany's house was all but deserted- Her mom was just on her way out to work, and gave Brittany a look before she went out the door. I stumble into the doorway in my crutches, gaining more sympathy from Brittany. She led me to the lounge room and sat me down on the single chair next to the coffee table. My crutches fell to my side with a thud and Brit propped my leg on a cushion stool.

I gave her a gratified smile. 'Thanks Brit Brit.' 'Hey it's what best friends are for.'

She flashes me a smile and goes to the kitchen to grab two glasses and a bottle of Dr Pepper. I smirk and tell Brittany to stop washing her mouth out with Dr Pepper. She's been doing it for a while now, and I was concerned her pretty smile would disappear.

'Santana, don't worry, I only do that when I eat a big meal which I haven't for a while.' She tugs on my arm to reassure me and that worrying feeling is replaced by a content one.

We make our way to the video store 2 blocks from Brittany's house, agreeing to rent out 3 movies, we each pick out one and one that we both have not seen. I scan the isles for The House Bunny; it doesn't take me long, prying it from the shelf, and noticing Brittany staring intently at the shelves in the kids section. Oh I can only imagine what she's gonna pick. 'Hey Brit, need some help?'

I call from across the store. She shakes her head and decides on a title, and re-joins me in the comedy section.

I glance at the DVD cover she holds- The AristoCats. Man I haven't seen that in ages. I give her a knowing look and she explains. 'It was my favourite movie growing up, and Lord Tubbington will love it. '

We turn around to scan the romance section for a movie neither of us have seen. God I hate chick flicks, they are the bane of movie existence. Brittany picks out Over Her Dead Body, which actually doubles as a comedy and romance. She scrambles to get the chocolate from the front desk, and we exit with our movies in hand, and Brittany grinning happily next to me.

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The moonlight shone bright as we walked in toe back to Brit's place at a brisk pace. It was already 9pm, and I was a little tired from walking all the way across school today in my crutches, but I didn't want to disappoint Brittany on her movie night, so I forced myself to sit through AristoCats.

It was relatively easy, Brit snuggling into my side, wrapping her arm around my waist, her warmth lighting me up like a glob. Most of the movie, I stroked her arm subconsciously, and she hums happily in return.

My heart sinks at the lost contact when she goes to change the DVD, slotting in The House Bunny. My side clock ticks over 10:15pm, watching it tick to 10:16pm as Brittany sits back down on the bed, resuming her position, much to my delight. She lets out chuckles every now and then during the movie, and I smile each time she chuckles. I could feel her heart beat fast against my ribs, and her breathe slow down.

I could be fooled that she had fallen asleep but I could hear her laugh quietly, and she pushes herself further into me.

I never want this perfect moment to end, so I push her blonde hair to the side and kiss her on the forehead. I wanted to tell her I love her, how I've wanted to kiss her for years, even right now, but never had the courage. The coward in me was stopping me in my tracks, and I hated myself for it. She moves a little under my grip and returns a kiss on my arm, which sends tingle down my arm and through my entire body from her warm lips grazing my skin.

'Hope your ankle feels better Sanny.' I glow at her caring nature, and her movie night was taking my mind off the recovery. 'It is, I'm glad we had this movie night.' She nods, then rises suddenly, startling me. 'Hey do you still want ice-cream?' Honestly I have been craving chocolate ice-cream for about 2 weeks now. 'Hell yes,' I reply immediately.

She lifts Lord Tubbington off the bed and bounces out the room before I can follow

She returns 2 mins later with two bowls filled to the brim with ice-cream. I was drooling at the sight, not taking my eyes off it. I reach for the bowl, and scoop a spoonful and swallow with a huge smile. 'Wow Santana, eager much? You look like a kid on Christmas morning.'

Coach drills us hard, our diets never allowing for a single bit of sugar, so I was enjoying this treat. 'Sorry Brittany, I just love my ice cream. Doesn't make me a kid.' She smirks as she laps up the last of hers. 'I think it's cute San.' I smile at her statement, my heart quickening in pace. God I wanted to tell her so bad, it was aching in my chest, burning a hole slowly.

We decided to call it a night as it was 11:30pm, with Brittany starting to fall asleep. We shuffle into bed in our jammys, as she calls them. I love her cute names for everything- it makes my heart ache harder. So here we are, her body pressed against mine with her arms draped around my waist. 'Hey Brit?' I question in the dark. I get no answer, although her breathe hitches. Now was the time, lay it all on the line, but I side stepped. 'I'm so happy to have you as my best friend.'

She hugs me tighter, and hear her breathe a 'me too' quietly.

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Chapter 2 will be up soon.