To make this simple, I'm in love with her.

She's perfect. She's the most beautiful, amazing, nicest, cutest, charming, gorgeous, smartest, hottest girl I've ever seen in my entire life.

She does this thing when she's confused or thinking really hard where her tongue pokes out of the corner of her mouth, just a tiny little bit. Her head cocks to the side, right side to be exact, like a puppy and her eyebrows furrow together. It's adorable.

When she laughs really hard she throws her head back and her mouth opens wide to show her perfectly white teeth. And it's really infectious too. If she laughs, you have to laugh. You can try not to, but that's pretty impossible.

Sometimes when you're talking to her about school or something not very interesting she'll drift off and not really be paying attention. It's cute, but it's not like she tries to. Sometimes she just gets bored with what you're saying and she'll zone out. ..God that makes her sound like a bitch, she's not a bitch, I swear. You can tell when she's paying her full attention to you. Her focus will be on your face and she won't look away. She'll just stare straight into your eyes until you're forced to look back into hers. Not like anyone would try not to look into her eyes.

Speaking of her eyes…

They're probably the bluest eyes I've ever seen. They're almost like crystals. If I look right into them for long enough, I swear I can get lost in them. They're so deep and beautiful, and look like they can go on for miles.

Speaking of going on for miles…

Her legs look like they never stop. I love it when she wears shorts because then you can really see them. When she walks you can see how every muscle moves and flexes and..damn.

Speaking of muscle…

Her arms are so hot. She's strong, that's for sure. I sometimes imagine her picking me up in her arms and carrying me to her bed, or better yet throwing me up against the wall, holding me up while she works her magic. I'd let her do absolutely anything imaginable to me. Which is saying something because she sure has an imagination.

It's almost as if she's a little kid, except hot. She's really innocent and adorable like a kid I mean. She told me once her cat was on drugs and that she wanted me to help give me an intervention to get him off his addiction. She's so cute.

That's just a few of things I love about her though. I'm sure the list can go on forever. I can't even name all the things I love about her, there's just too many to count or keep track of.

I mean, there's her eyes…

Santana.

..her hair…

Santana..?

..her body…

Santana…

..her lips…

"Santana!"

I jump up at the sudden outburst wakening me up from my trance and look around, trying to find who I'm going to have to kill this time for interrupting my day dream. I look to my left and see Blaine staring at me with a smirk on his lips. I scowl back at him. "What?"

"You were staring," he teases, leaning back in his seat and crossing his arms over his chest.

"Was not," I grumble, looking down at my plate and scoop up some mash potatoes with my fork, stuffing them into my mouth.

"You were too, we all saw you."

I look up and see all my friends staring at me with raised eyebrows and amused smirks.

I swallow my food and sigh. "Okay maybe I was staring."

"I knew it!" Kurt says excitedly, clapping his hands like he won the lottery or something. I roll my eyes and put another forkful of potatoes in my mouth.

"Yes you did sweetie, we all did, now calm down," Blaine says, trying desperately to settle down his excited boyfriend. Of course I wish it was that easy.

"You're always staring at her Santana," he continues, ignoring Blaine's pleads to quiet down. "why don't you ask her out?"

Everyone at the table sighs and I groan.

"Haven't we had this conversation before?" Tina asks, looking as exhausted as I am right now.

"Yes. We have. And I give the same answer every single time," I say, directing my fork that still has some potatoes on it at Kurt. "she's my friend." I look at him pointedly, making sure he gets it this time before putting the fork into my mouth.

"And she's straight," Mike says, more so to remind Kurt than me but it still sucks to hear it out loud.

"Don't remind me," I mumble, pushing my tray away from me and slouching back into my seat. Out of the corner of my eye I see Tina slap him across the arm.

Yes, Brittany S. Pierce, the girl I'm in love with is painfully straight. But in my world, she's gayer than a rainbow unicorn riding Justin Bieber back when he had his pre-pubescent side swept hair and a voice to confirm that his balls hadn't dropped yet. But in reality, I have to accept that she's straight, we're friends, and that's all we'll ever be. No matter how many times I fantasize about us sneaking away from class, running down the hall to the janitor's closet, locking the door behind us and just-

"You're staring again," Blaine says, interrupting my thoughts a second time. I don't say anything but just look down at my lap.

"Maybe there's a chance she's gay, San. You never know," Mike says. I know he's trying to make me feel better but it's not really working.

I stand up, tray in hand, and look at my friends sitting at the table before walking away without saying a word

I know they don't mean to make me upset or anything; it's mostly just me being a huge suck. They only try to help me but getting my hopes and suggesting Brittany might be gay definitely is not the way to do it.

I unlock my phone to check the time and see I have about five minutes before class starts. I sigh and start walking out of the cafeteria but I'm stopped by a beautiful sound that can only belong to a beautiful blonde.

"Hey, Santana! Wait up!"

I turn around and see Brittany jogging towards me. I can't help but smile at her. She's wearing a light gray loose fitted tank top with a picture of a cat on the front and a white bando underneath. Her shorts are ripped at the bottom and on a few other spots which only exposes the creamy skin of her legs even more. She's wearing her hair down today and she couldn't look more stunning.

She finally catches up to me and smiles that goofy grin of hers that makes me want to kiss her every time I see her. "You heading to class?" she asked, breathing a little heavy since she was running. Not that she was out of shape or anything, she's been dancing since she was born practically, so she's definitely not out of shape.

As she's talking I let my eyes slip a little low to get a glance of her chest heaving up and down. I feel a small shot of arousal go straight between my legs and I immediately look up to her face again, hoping I'm not blushing. Then again, ethnic people don't really blush.

She looks like she's expecting something from me.. Wait, shit, did she ask me something? Shit!

"Sorry.. what?" I ask pathetically. I pray she doesn't realize I was too distracted by her tits to listen to what she was saying.

She giggled and I melt a little. "I asked if you were going to class."

"Oh! Uh, yeah. I was just about to go to my locker," I reply, relived she didn't seem to notice my little slip up. "You wanna come with?"

"Sure!" she said, beaming at me with a huge smile. I swear she could blind someone with that smile. I smile back and start to turn around to guide her to my locker but freeze when I felt something warm on my ear.

"By the way..totally saw you checking out my boobs," she whispers in my ear and I all but die. First of all because her whispering in my ear has got to be one of the hottest things ever. And second of all, she caught me. Crap, what do I say? Shit, shit, shit, fuck, shit, damn, shit, fuck-

"Uhh…" I managed to get a sound out, but nothing else. I have no idea what to say.

Suddenly Brittany's pulling away from me, giggling. "Ha! Got you!"

It takes me a few moments to realize what just happened but after a second I finally let out a huge sigh of relief. Brittany's one of the few people I've told that I'm gay. I know that the whole school probably knows since word gets around fast here, but she was one of the first people I ever told and she always loves to tease me about it. Not that I mind, it just scares me sometimes. Especially when she makes me think that she's caught me leering at her.

I look over to the table where my friends were sitting. They're all smirking at me they like knew what just happened. I subtly stick my middle finger up at them and by the time I do, Brittany's stopped laughing.

She's still smiling at me like she's a prankster who just pulled the best prank ever and I have to admit, even though she scared me half to death, with just one look of that smile I've already forgiven her.

"So!" I said loudly, focusing on the task at hand. "Locker?"

Brittany smiles even wider, like that was possible, and nods her head. "Yup! Let's go!" She reached her hand down to link her pinky with mine, skipping away and I feel like I have to sit down incase my legs were going to give out.

Linking pinkies was always our thing so I'm pretty much used to it, but it still makes my stomach do somersaults every time.

I look back at my friends one last time, seeing they're all watching me and I stick out my tongue to them before turning back around and following after Brittany.

As we walk to my locker, she talks about her day and all I can do is listen. Not because I don't have any other choice, but because I love hearing her voice. And I don't give a shit if that sounds creepy. Her voice is one of the softest and most beautiful sounds I've ever heard. One time I tried to record her talking to keep as my ringtone.

..Okay. Now that's creepy.

We arrive at my locker and she leans up against the wall, looking in my direction as she speaks. I dial in my combination and start to get my books for next period, occasionally dropping in a 'mhm' every so often just to let her know I was still listening.

"-and then the teacher sat down on the chair and guess what happened!" she said, barely able to contain her excitement.

I smile at her and play along. "What happened, B?"

"The chair broke and she fell on the floor!" Brittany breaks out into laughter and I have no choice but to join in with her. She was telling me about some jock in her second period English class that unscrewed some bolts on the teacher's chair so that when she sat down it would break and I had to admit, I didn't really care much about the story. The jocks here were always doing stupid things like that and it honestly just annoyed me. What I do care about though is even as much as I wanted to scoff at this kid's stupid behavior, listening to the story like that is worth it if I get to hear Brittany's laughter at the end.

I finally settle down and as I fix my bag on my shoulders, Brittany wipes at a stray tear. "That's a great story, Britt," I said, still smiling.

Brittany smiles back at me and opens her mouth to say something but gets cut off when some guy steps in between us, wraps his arms around her body and pulls her into a kiss. Are you serious? Now? Out of all the fucking times, he picks now. I get pushed back slightly and I scowl at the big doofus in front of me even though he can't see me.

Brittany pulls back from the kiss smiling and says, "Hey, baby." I frown.

Anthony raises his arm to lean it against the lockers, effectively blocking me out completely, and brings Brittany closer to him. "Hey. I was looking for you, wanted to walk you to class." Okay, you gotta be fucking kidding me.

"Actually," Brittany says, trying to find where I was standing but she couldn't. Oh, sorry, B. Can't see me? I'm right here, behind your fat ass of a boyfriend. "I was going to walk with Santana."

At the mention of my name I smile and see how Anthony turns to look behind him, looking at me for a few seconds before turning back to Brittany. "I'm sure Santana doesn't mind if I walk you there, do you, Santana?" he asks, turning to the side so he can see me and I can see Brittany.

I grit my teeth together because I want nothing more than to just punch him, but I can't. Not because I'd get in trouble but because it'd upset Brittany. "Of course not." I say through my teeth.

Anthony turns back to look at Brittany and says, "See? Told you, babe. Now, where were we?" Before Brittany even has a chance to say anything, he pulls her in for another kiss and I'm literally trying my hardest not to kick my foot up his ass right now. Instead I sigh and awkwardly step a few steps back before I turn around, taking the long way to my class.

God, I hate seeing that jackass with her. He's such a complete moron; she could do so much better.

Anthony Jeryson. He's the star quarterback..and that's pretty much it. Aside from him being a football hero and everything, he's a complete idiot. He gets no higher than a 55% on every test he takes and he once asked me what elemeno means. It was only after he explained it for ten minutes that I realized he was talking about the letters L, M, N, and O of the alphabet.

God I fucking hate him.

He's such a terrible boyfriend to her. At parties he ditches her to go play beer pong with her dumbass friends. He's always talking with other girls that are blatantly flirting with him and he does nothing about it. He missed out on their 3 month-aversary to go play paintball with his brother and his friends. His 12 year old brother. Yet, for some reason, Brittany likes him. And if Brittany likes him, then I just have to accept that. No matter how terrible he is for her.

I'd be such a better match for her. I'd treat her like a goddamn princess while he treats her like she's nothing. I would shower her with gifts and anything she wants while he gave her a shitty paper folded, hand written card for her birthday. I would make everyone know how special she is and that she's mine while he hasn't even introduced her to his parents yet.

I'd be so good for her. If only she gave me a chance.

A/N; hey y'all! okay, this idea has been in my head for a while and I am still going to be working on LWFAW but I just wanted to get this one out here, too before I forget about it. also this is quite short just as a little starters almost I guess. I don't know, should I continue? let me know!

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