A/N: I know I cannot stick to writing one story but hopefully I will be able to hold this one up.

Brittany's point of view

My heart pounds there she is, Santana. Santana's so beautiful but she would never even consider dating me: her long, voluminous ebony hair, chocolate coloured eyes, the perfect complexion and not forgetting the most popular girl in school. Here I am just the nerdy loser that sits in the front of the class, always answers the teacher's questions, reminds them to collect in the homework and of course nobody likes me. Well nobody likes me but Rachel, Tina, Mercedes and Artie but they are all the same, in the way that nobody likes them either. In the hierarchy of popularity we are at the bottom, the Glee club meanwhile Santana is the queen at this school, everybody loves her. Santana, the head Cheerio with Quinn, the vice-captain, Santana's 'bestie for like ever!'. A loser like me could never talk to her; small talk my nemesis and nerves of marshmallow.

Santana's point of view

Ughh, Pillsbury wanted to talk to me what sweet hell does she want. I walked into her office "hi" I said with a dull expression "why am I here?"

"Santana," the pasty white red head started "you have one of the lowest grade point averages in your grade."

"So?" I asked, this bitch better not make me get a tutor or go into intervention or some crap like that, I will go all Lima Heights on her sorry ass.

"I am going to have to ask you to get a tutor, I have a few suggestions some other pupils have offered to tutor their underachieving peers."

For God's sake "well who are they then?"

"Rachel Berry" ughh no she's the biggest dork in this place and we hate each other, "Arthur Abrams" ohh wheelchair kid nah, "and Brittany Pierce" I don't really know who she is, massive loser but she seems okay and definitely by far the best on that list.

After a few seconds I replied "I guess I'll take Brittany".

"Okay well can you go and talk to her before the end of lunch to arrange a session with her" she asked.

I nodded as I walk out. Guess I have to find blondie, I scanned the corridor in an attempt to spot her. There's Brittany, talking to Tina who was texting or playing what's probably some lame app on her phone, she would not mind if I took Brittany away from her for a few minutes.

"Hi Brittany, can I talk to you for a moment?" Trying to be nice to her as I knew Pillsbury would kill me if I did not get this sorted.

Brittany was shocked "ummn yeah of course you can. What do you want?"

"Pillsbury said that I had to schedule an appointment with you for tutoring or something because apparently I'm stupid." I replied.

"You are not stupid" she said, grabbing my arm sympathetically "and yes I will tutor you, how's tomorrow after school, my place?"

"Yeah that's fine, see you then, bye." I walked away.

Weirdly I kind of liked her grabbing my arm.

Brittany's point of view

"Tina, she talked to me, Santana talked to me Tina!" I said, shaking Tina who clearly had not been paying any attention what so ever and had not even noticed.

"What?" Tina asked confused at the situation.

"Santana talked to me!" I repeated.

"And?"

I just looked at her, Tina hadn't a clue about the way I felt about Santana.

"I really, really like her" I admitted looking up at Santana who was walking towards Quinn.

"Well that's great Britt, what did she want, ask you out on a date?" She sarcastically replied.

"I get to tutor her which is almost as good as a date, right?" I asked.

"Well…"

"What? What's wrong with that?"

"Just because she chose you off of that list does not mean she likes you."

"Well who are you tutoring?" I asked in response.

"Mike Chang" Tina replied looking dreamily up at the ceiling.

"Ohh" I started "and he picked you, you would be so cute together."

"I know, I think he likes me" she claimed.

"Apply your logic their Tina, he might not and you might not even be compatible."

"Why? You and Santana might not be either."

Suddenly the bell rang, indicating the end of lunch. We both had Math next, Santana was in that class too. Tina and I walked to the class together which was on the second level of the building so we had to go up the stairs and across the concrete balcony where the classroom was. For a change we both sat on the at that time empty back row so we could watch Santana and Mike respectively. Santana sat directly in front of me and Mike sat on the back row also but in the corner.

Mid way through the class I found myself doodling "Britt and San" in my notebook with a hot pink biro; my hand was propping my chin up and my elbow resting on the table, every now and again I would look up and stare at Santana for a few minutes in all her glory. Of course I was paying attention to the lesson, I would never let my education slip, okay I was not, and I could not get Santana out of my mind for one split second. There are no words to describe the attraction I was feeling for her. As fangirls would say 'ohh the feels'. I did not think that I was capable of being so in lust and love with a single person that nothing else mattered or felt appropriate to think about. There was not one thing that could get her off of my mind.

Santana's point of view

The thought of Brittany really started to grow on me. With a bit of eyeliner, some nice clothes and her hair done the right way she would have the potential to be absolutely stunning. I guess I am starting to warm up to the idea of having Brittany tutor me. I turned my head and I could see her notebook, quickly she retracted it and I smiled though before she did this I could see what she had written: mine and her name doodled all over the page with little hearts, diamonds and cutesy song lyrics, the kind of music I liked, Black veil Brides, Fall out boy, My Chemical Romance and Paramore.

The words "I sit her and smile here, I smiled because I think of you and I blush", and the entire song The only exception "When I was younger, I saw my daddy cry

And curse at the wind

He broke his own heart and I watched

As he tried to reassemble it

And my momma swore that she would never let herself forget

And that was the day that I promised

I'd never sing of love if it does not exist

But darling

You are the only exception

You are the only exception

You are the only exception

You are the only exception

Maybe I know somewhere deep in my soul

That love never lasts

We've got to find other ways to make it alone

Or keep a straight face

And I've always lived like this keeping a comfortable

Distance

And up until now I swore to myself that I'm content with loneliness

Because none of it was ever worth the risk and

You are the only exception

You are the only exception

You are the only exception

You are the only exception

Oh

I've got a tight grip on reality

But I can't let go of what's in front of me here

I know you're leaving in the morning when you wake up

Leave me with some kind of proof it's not a dream

Oh

You are the only exception

You are the only exception

You are the only exception

You are the only exception

You are the only exception

And you are the only exception

You are the only exception

And I'm on my way to believing (mm-hmm)

I'm on my way to believing". It was so cute. All I could do was smile at her, I guess I like her back.