Hey everyone. Thanks for giving this a chance. This story will be a series of one-shots realted to songs I have on my ipod. Some will be AU, some not. They will all be Brittany and Santana. Some will contain other Glee characters, some might not. It just all depends. The more feedback I recieve the more I can work to your interests. I will try and update fairly often, but I'm a very busy person and can make no promises. Additionally, I am always taking requests for new music. If you have something you would like to see made into a shot leave me a message. I can't promise I will do it, but I love to know what you all are interested in. As far as the music goes, each chapter will be titled the same as the song it is based off. I encourage you all to listen to the songs just to make the story clearer. I can post the youtube link if you all want. Just another thing to leave feedback about. Thanks for reading.

Chapter One: Two Weeks In Hawaii (Hellogoodbye)

The clock ticks idly by. Another minute passes by without even a text. They say time flies when you're having fun. What then does it do when you're not? Sink? Walk? Crawl? I like that. It crawls, like a child just learning to use al those tiny little muscles. It goes unbearably slow. And just like the parents' anticipation to see the baby succeed, waiting is an all-encompassing sense of hope that seems to build and build, but never peak. At least the parents find joy in their waiting. I'm stuck in the misery of my own head.

It's only been two days, I tell myself in the hopes that it will ease some of this tension in my chest. She didn't forget about you. She's not out flirting with some local boys. Who am I kidding? Brittany is probably gallivanting with some buff Hawaiian dude on the beach. She's too beautiful to not be flirted with. But would she flirt back?

Pull it together, Santana. She's not yours. You are just friends. She has every right to flirt with the locals. She will call or write when she's ready. She is probably just busy. She didn't forget you.

My phone vibrates next to me. I reach for it eagerly. The smile that erupted as soon as it went off falls flat when I read the name. Quinn Fabray: Get your lazy ass out of bed and come hang out. You've spent the past two days hiding from the world. Brittany will be back in 12 days. You need to pull it together. I'll be at your house in 30.

She's right. I haven't even changed out of my pajamas. To pass the time and distract myself I've showered eight times, cooked three incredibly large meals for my parents, done all the laundry in the house, and tried reading a book. Nothing works. Everything leads back to Brittany. We've only been hanging out for a month or so, but I can't help but feel attached.

She's everything I'm not—innocent, friendly, soft, vivacious, full of life. She's the first person to see past all the bull shit and take a long hard look at me. She sees into me. She tears down my walls. I feel vulnerable with her, but it is the most exhilarating and frustrating thing in the world.

And now she's gone to Hawaii with her family. I didn't have time to tell her how I feel—that I want more with her. She has no idea that I want it all with her. Normally I would be terrified to ruin a friendship (especially when they are so rare for me), but Brittany is different. It feels right with her. She didn't even shy away when I told her I'm gay.

I glance over to the drawing on my wall. My mind replays that night's event like an old movie. It was two thirty in the morning the night before her flight. I couldn't sleep knowing I hadn't gotten to tell her how I felt at dinner earlier that night. I needed to see her one last time.

I made one quick stop to my kitchen before slipping quietly out the front door and into my car. Luckily Brittany only lived a few minutes away. I prayed she wouldn't be mad at me for waking her when she had such an early flight.

Once at her house I climbed the tree up to her window, it was open all the way, allowing the cool summer breeze to settle into the large floral wallpapered room. I slid in slowly, careful not to know anything over or lose my purse in the process. Once I was safely on my two feet, I tip-toed to her bed.

In her sleep she had tossed most covers aside, revealing her tan never-ending legs. I gulped the sensation to caress them down and settled instead on brushing a stray hair out of her face. "Britt Britt," I whispered softly into her ear. "It's time to get up."

"Is it already five?" she groaned without opening her eyes at all.

"No, Britt. Open your eyes. I have a surprise for you."

"Santana?" she asked with confusion. Her eyes slowly opened, blinked a few times, and focused on her surroundings. "What time is it?"

"Almost three."

"What are you doing here?" She sat up slowly and stretched while waiting for an answer. I was distracted momentarily by her the t-shirt she wore. It was one of mine that I hadn't been able to find.

"Is that my shirt?" Brittany blushed a crimson red that I could see even in the dark. "Keep it. You wear it better anyway."

"You're not mad that I stole it?"

"We'll call it even for me being in your room at three the night before you leave on a big trip."

Brittany smiled and patted the bed lightly as she swung her legs over the edge. I sat down next to her warm body and wished I knew where to begin. "You said you have a surprise for me," Brittany began when she could sense my sudden discomfort.

"Yes! Yes, I do." Reaching in my purse I pulled out a carton of Moose Tracks Ice Cream and two spoons.

"Moose Tracks! My favorite! How did you know?"

"You mentioned it once," I whispered nonchalantly even though I remembered the whole conversation vividly. I remembered all our conversations.

"That reminds me," Brittany exclaimed, hopping off the bed. "I drew you this before dinner but I forgot to bring it with." As she rummaged through her desk drawers I made my way to the light and flipped it on. "Ah, here it is!"

I took a seat on the floor and opened up the ice cream. She plopped down next to me with the drawing in hand. I peered down at a simple drawing of her cat, Lord Tubbington, and read the silly exclamation. Santana, you're purrrfect! I smiled in spite of the cheesy sentiment. "Thanks, Britt. You're pretty spectacular yourself."

She smiled at me through a bite of ice cream. I laughed at the chocolate coating over her teeth. Brittany talked and talked while we ate. I figured she could tell how tense I was so she tried to distract me with stories of unicorns, ponies, gay sharks, and many other silly things that exist only in her mind.

After a while she ran out of things to say. We both knew it was my turn. I took a deep breath and steadied my shaking fingers. "Britt Britt?" I started to get her full attention away from the spoon hanging on the tip of her nose. It fell when she looked me in the eyes. Her blue ones were serious, almost comical because of their intensity.

"I have something to tell you—a confession of sorts, I guess."

"I knew it!" she suddenly exclaimed.

"You know?"

"Yeah. I've known for awhile."

"Well...how do you feel about it?"

"San, you're my best friend." This was not the response I had hoped for. I could feel the frown lines forming on my face. Brittany continued on without noticing. "I don't exactly like that you smoke cigars and stuff. But I understand that I can't stop you. But Lord T is my cat. He's mine and I don't much appreciate you teaching him your bad habits. I was waiting on you to confess because I didn't want to blame you falsely. But now that you admit it I can't—"

"Wait. What?" I asked in disbelief.

"You heard me, San. Don't act dumb."

"I'm not. You think I was going to confess to teaching Lord T to smoke?"

"Isn't that what you were going to say?" Brittany asked with genuine confusion. In any other circumstance I would laugh at the absurdity of the situation, but she was so incredibly distraught it wouldn't be right.

"No Britt. It wasn't."

"Oh."

"Sorry." Not sure why I felt the need to apologize, I decided to clear the air. "Oh and by the way. I didn't teach Lord T to smoke. I don't know where he picked up that bad habit." Brittany only nodded, still looking distant. "Britt? Hey look at me. You know I would never do anything to hurt you, right?" She nodded blankly. "And hurting Lord T would do just that right?" Another nod. "Well then you know that I would never hurt him."

She smiled a tiny little grin before scooping up some more ice cream. Suddenly it occurred to her that I still hadn't made my confession. "If you aren't teaching Lord T to smoke, what are you up to?"

"You make it sound like I'm up to no good."

"Isn't that why people confess? Because they are doing something wrong. They go to confession and stuff, right?"

"I guess," I answer honestly.

"Should you be telling this to the guy behind the wall at your church?"

"Probably," I reply wryly. "But I don't care much for church, or my priest for that matter."

"So you're telling me instead?"

"I'm telling you because it involves you and you should know."

For once Brittany didn't respond. She sat still and waited for me to muster up the courage. I took another bite of the ice cream to give myself a moment of thought. Just as I opened my mouth to begin the bedroom door opened slowly. My eyes locked with the intense blue ones of Mrs. Pierce.

"Santana? What are you doing here? It's past three in the morning."

"I'm sorry Mrs. Pierce. I was...I was just leaving." I stand quickly and gather my stuff.

"Bye San," Brittany exclaimed as turned one last time to look at her. "See you in a couple weeks."

"Yeah. Have fun, Britt." As I slid past Mrs. Pierce I made sure to nod apologetically.

The memory plays a few times in my head before I can tear my eyes away from the drawing. The worst part about it all is that I was so close to telling her everything. If it weren't for Mrs. Pierce she would have left at least knowing how I felt. She would have known how much I miss her. I would have made sure she knew that I was thinking about her and hoping she was having fun. I wanted to tell her how she deserves every smile she ever gets because she's special. And I wanted her to know that my heart stops when we are together.

But now she is off on a tropical island knowing nothing of my love. It's driving me insane. I should just call her. She might answer. But I don't want to sound desperate. She said she would keep in touch. Why hasn't she called?

"I said you better be ready and here you are, not even started," the voice of Quinn announces from my bedroom door.

"Go away Quinn."

"I'm not going to let you wallow in self-pity. Brittany will be home soon enough. Come on. We are going out."

"I don't want to."

"Well I don't particularly want to see you either. But since you are my friend and all, I have this responsibility to make sure you do something with your life. Now come on. Get up."

"Fuck off, Quinn. I'm serious."

Just as she begins yanking on my arms to get me out of bed my phone begins vibrating loudly. It continues for a brief second before I realize what it means. An incoming call. Someone is calling! Knocking Quinn away I slip off my bed onto the floor where my phone fell earlier.

"Hello!" I exclaim without even reading the name on the screen.

"Santana? Are you ok? You're breathing all heavy."

"I'm fine, Britt. I'm just excited is all."

"Well good," Brittany responded. "How are you?"

"I just told you, I'm excited. How's Hawaii?"

"It's fun. But I wish you were here. I can't stop thinking about the other night. I'm sorry you didn't get to tell me what you wanted to say. You can say it now though if you want."

"You know, Britt, it's something better said in person. I will tell you when you come home."

"Ok, San. I just wanted to call and let you know that I miss you."

"I miss you too."

"But I got to go."

"Have fun on the rest of your trip."

"I will."

"Bye Britt."

"By San."

I don't hang up. Instead I wait to hear her end the call. When she doesn't, I ask, "Is something wrong Britt?"

"I love you, San. I just wanted to say that."

I don't know exactly what kind of love she is talking about, but it doesn't matter. She feels something for me. And even if it isn't what I feel towards her, at least it is something. "I love you too, Brittany. I'll see you when you come home."

The phone clicks on the other line and I can barely contain the energy that is inside of me. The biggest smile plasters itself on my face and doesn't clear even when I look to Quinn who is holding up some clothes for me.

"Come on you lovebird. We are going out."

"Ok."