I've never written a fan-fiction before, so please bear with me. At this point I don't know where the story is headed, I just kind of type what I think or feel and go from there. What I do know is that there will be at least 3 chapters in this story. So please, do enjoy and let met know what you think. Thanks, Abi.

Chapter 1

Santana walked away stunned, she couldn't believe what just happened. The song, the confession, the "I love you". It meant nothing? How could Brittany not feel the same way? We've been best friends for years and she chooses Artie over her. If Santana were a guy, this would be the equivalent of a kick in the nads.

What was she supposed to do now, act like nothing ever happened? Pretend that she didn't feel this way and try to get things back to how they were before?

She couldn't.

She needed Brittany as more than just a friend; she needed her in a way that only love could fulfill. It was her job to show her just how much she truly meant the things she said.

She was off to find miss Holliday, the only person that knew what was going on. She needed to let her know what just happened and she needed help dealing with it.

She caught Holly just as she was about to leave for her car, to go home.

"Miss Holliday?" Santana nearly shouted, she couldn't let her leave without talking to her.

"Ya, Santana." She said turning around until her eyes met Santana's. "What's wrong?" Noticing the tears still in Santana's eyes from her recent heartbreak.

"I… I need to talk to you about what happened earlier." Santana said, still sniffling.

"Sure, but I really need to be leaving now, I teach a jazzercise class in less than an hour. Can I drive you home while we talk?" Holly said gently, as she placed her arm on Santana's shoulder, trying to comfort her.

"I'd like that, thanks." Santana said as tried to wipe the tears that were still falling from her eyes.

The two walked off to Miss Holliday's car.

After Santana gave her the directions to her house, it was nearly five minutes into the ride, when Holly finally broke the silence.

"You seemed upset earlier. Is something wr-"

Before she could even finish her sentence, Santana interrupted her.

"Brittany doesn't want to be with me!" Santana exclaimed, with tears once again pouring from her eyes.

Holly had no idea what to say, everything seemed so perfect when the three of them had performed Landslide. Brittany and Santana had hugged and even exchanged a few loving words. She just couldn't understand how a moment so amazing and beautiful as that, could turn into a devastating story.

"I told her how I felt and she said 'no' because she was already in love with someone." Santana continued, still sobbing.

"Well, how do you feel?" Holly asked, trying to say it softly, as to not upset the frigid brunette.

"I told her that I wanted to be with her. No one else, not any guy. I told her I loved her and… and all she could do was say she loved Artie and that she could never hurt him." Santana replied, as the hurt and anger appeared in her eyes.

"It's going to be okay, you're going to be okay. There are plenty of other people out there, that I can guarantee would love to go out with you." Holly stated, before quickly regretting the last part of what she said.

"But I don't want anyone other than Brittany. She's the one that I want to be with. I-" Santana stuttered, she never stuttered. She knew she had to say what she was feeling, but she just didn't know how to put it in full sentences. Then it finally hit her.

"I can't be without her and not just as a friend. I need to be with her fully. These things that I'm feeling, they… they passed the area of friendship months, maybe even years ago. I need her. I love her."

There, she said it again. If she didn't mean it the first time, she really meant it now.

Holly had never really been in love before, but she knew what Santana meant.

"If that's how you feel, then you really need to show her. Show her just how much you need her. Show her the real Santana, the one that I'm seeing right now, the one that is hopelessly in love. Show her your need, your want, your 'I want to be with you' side and if she truly feels the same way, she'll be yours."

Just then, the car pulled up to Santana's house. She had a new mentality now, she knew that she was going to have to put everything she had into this and she had to win Brittany over.

"Thank you so much Holly- I mean, Miss H." She said, slightly embarrassed that she may have just passed the student-teacher boundary. Who was she kidding; she crossed that line minutes ago when she started spilling her guts.

Holly realized Santana's embarrassment and quickly grabbed her hand before she got out of the car.

"And hey, if you ever need someone to talk to, here's my number" She grabbed a piece of paper and a pen with her free hand, let go of Santana's and jotted down her number. "Don't hesitate to call… and you can call me Holly if you want." She added, with a slight grin.

"Thank you and thanks again for helping me." Santana said before grabbing her bag from between her feet and heading to her front door. Before going in, she turned to Holly and waved. The car sped off and Santana said to herself, while walking in the house.

"It's meant to be."