Hello people! I know I should be updating my two other stories but I've realized that the best way for me to beat writer's block is by writing a new story. This is basically inspired by my obsession with Little Mix's awesome song ;) So, here you go. Hope you all like it! :)

Big thank you goes to burgrlover421 and ChillYourBeans for being awesome! :)

I DO NOT OWN GLEE OR ANY/SOME OF THE CHARACTERS. HOWEVER, I DO OWN THIS STORY. All rights reserved by the author.

ENJOY!


"You know, you gotta stop staring at her like that, Britt." Quinn utters with a smirk as she scoots closer to her friend.

"Q, the professor might hear you." Brittany mutters under her breath while giving her friend a quick glare.

"You mean, Santana might hear you?"

Brittany's eyes widen and gives her friend another look. "What?! No!"

Quinn chuckles as perches her right elbow on the table then turns her attention back in front. "She really is beautiful even if she's dead asleep, B. Look at her."

Brittany looks back in front of the auditorium, a few seats away from her to see Santana sleeping innocently while the professor rambles about something boring. A small smile creeps into Brittany's face, it must be the image of the girl's head bobbing up and down, trying hard to keep herself awake but failing miserably at it.

"Why don't you just talk to her?"

Brittany looks down and fixes her eyeglasses. "Like I have a chance. The only reason she knows me is because we went to the same high school then incidentally got into Stanford together. Otherwise, I'm still as invisible as I was back then. I mean, look at me, Q."

Quinn raises an eyebrow at her and shakes her head in disbelief. "Honey, you're beautiful. Believe me, if I were gay, I would totally go for you."

"Come on, Q. Santana's way out of my league. I doubt she'd go for a nerd and someone as plain as me. I don't even hold a candle to that girl she dated back in high school and the last chick she dated here." Brittany pauses and bites her lip. "Seriously. I've been accidentally elbowed twice in the face during a party because I was so invisible."

Quinn sighs. "The last girl she dated was that popular, hot girl from History, right?"

Brittany nods once and turns her attention ahead again to see Santana yawning and being her cute sleepy self. "Yeah. But that was months ago. History girl was the one who broke up with her, as far as I know."

"I see. But Santana's single. You're single. You've got nothing to lose, Britt. Maybe the both of you ending up in the same university is just plain serendipity in some way. Plus, you're crazy about her!"

"Excuse me?!" A voice up front exclaims and catches both blondes' attention as well as the other students in the auditorium. "Am I bothering your afternoon chit-chat, ladies?" The professor huffs.

Quinn and Brittany instantly blush in embarrassment and simultaneously look down at their notes while the professor just shakes his head then continues with his boring lecture. Brittany looks up one last time to see Santana sleepily taking a glance at them before yawning and trying to listen to the instructor again. Brittany fixes her glasses again and tries to concentrate on the lecture but can't help herself from thinking about her friend's words. It is after all, their last year in college. And she's sure that she can count with one hand the few times she had a decent conversation with Santana. Well, less than a minute conversations with her, that is.

You see, whenever Santana's within close range from her, Brittany freezes and almost always has a palpitation. Imagine what happens when they actually talk. It always usually Santana who starts the conversation because Brittany doesn't have the heart to do it nor is she brave enough to do so. She's had the biggest crush on the brunette since the girl transferred in Brittany's school during sophomore year. Well, nothing's really changed even if they ended up in the same university hundreds of miles away from home. If there is, her feelings just grew even stronger for Santana.

Quinn leans towards Brittany's side and whispers. "Hey, Britt. I'm going to see the school's circus fair tomorrow. Wanna come with?"

"Circus? Like jugglers and crystal balls?"

"Yeah. I bet it would be fun. Maybe we could have someone predict our future or something."

Brittany chuckles as she glances at Santana in front again. "Alright. Maybe I'll ask some sketchy woman on how to do black magic and make Santana fall in love with me."


Santana Lopez.

Just hearing the name makes the butterflies in Brittany's stomach flutter like crazy.

It all started during Brittany's sophomore year back at high school. Santana transferred to her school and Brittany's life turned upside down. It was the usual case of the nerdy, invisible girl pining for the most popular girl in school. Add the fact that Santana's out and proud while Brittany was still in the closet back then and you have a crazy history. Well, not that anyone will notice or care for all she knows.

Their history didn't stop there though. Who figured that they'd be going to the same university hundreds of miles from home? You could imagine how shocked and overjoyed Brittany was but at the same time, she thought that Santana wouldn't even care. The girl probably doesn't even know her. They've never even talked back at high school except for the few instances that they encountered each other at the hallway or in classes that they share. In the blonde's mind, Santana doesn't even know she exists. That was until university.

Well, it's not like she can't do anything about it anymore. They're about to graduate from college and have only had about 5 brief conversations throughout their whole stay at Stanford. So, yeah. As much as Brittany's crazy for Santana, it's too far-fetched to think they have a chance when they really haven't spent more than half a minute around each other every time. If only she had the guts to ask the girl out before they graduate, if only. Who is she kidding?

Brittany's mind wanders again like that as she sighs and waits for her turn at a local and as of now, crowded Starbucks to get her coffee fix after class. And just her luck, she arrived not more than a minute ago to see a long line. Come on, man. It's just coffee. Why is there always a freaking long line? Add the fact that at least three people have bumped into her so far because as per usual, it's as if she doesn't exist. Freaking awesome.

"That was a really boring discussion, wasn't it?"

A raspy voice coming from behind Brittany catches her attention. The blonde turns around to see Santana smiling sweetly at her which makes her blush like a tomato.

"U-Uh.." The blonde stutters, her mind suddenly short-circuiting upon seeing Santana.

Santana just chuckles at her and motion for her to take a step forward in the long line they're which she does so. "Yeah. I tried so hard not to fall asleep but I failed after all. I think I even imagined you and your friend being reprimanded by the professor."

Santana proceeds to go on about something but Brittany spaces out instead, still unable to reply nor react to the situation. It's always been like this between them. Santana's her usual nice self while Brittany always feels stupid that her brain goes to initializing mode whenever the brunette talks to her. Brittany's about to say something after a few seconds when Santana gestures for her to take another step forward in line.

"There's that fair tomorrow at the quad, are you going?" Santana asks her with a sweet smile.

"I-I.. Uh.. M-My friend's going."

Santana squints her eyes and thinks about it for a second. "Quinn Fabray, right?"

Brittany's eyes widen, kind of surprised at the girl's words. Well, Quinn's a social butterfly. An extremely pretty one at that. So, it's not like there's anything to be actually surprised about. Wait. Does Santana like Quinn? Gosh. She hopes not. "Y-Yeah. Are you friends with her?"

"No. But aren't you best friends with her?"

"Yeah, actually. H-How did you know that?"

Santana chuckles again. "Because you're always with each other ever since we started university, silly. Come on Britt, It's not like we didn't go to high school together." She adds.

"Oh. Yeah. I guess so." Brittany mutters under her breath, a bit disappointed that Santana might have the slightest thing for her best friend in university. Wait. Did Santana actually acknowledge her existence back in high school? She's supposed to speak out about something else when a coffee cup is suddenly handed her way. Oh. They're actually at the counter now. How about that? Santana can really be a distraction sometimes. An extremely beautiful and sexy distraction.

"W-Wha-"

"Take it easy, Britt. I'll see you around." Santana quips with a bright smile before darting out of the coffee shop, leaving a gaping Brittany in her tracks.

The blonde dumbly looks down at the cup in her hand then back at Santana who's happily walking away. Brittany sighs exasperatedly. She really needs to muster some courage and ask the girl out. Even if it's the last thing she'll do before they graduate.


"Okay, Britt. Which one do we go to first?" Quinn utters as she anchors her arms with her friend's as they survey the quad where they're holding the circus fair.

"How about the unicyclists or the jugglers? They seem exciting." Brittany replies sarcastically.

The other blonde nudges her friend and gives her a look. "Come on now. Maybe you could pretend to enjoy it for a bit." Quinn looks up again and smirks to herself upon seeing a familiar face a few feet away from them. "Well, she's certainly enjoying."

Brittany's ears perk up at her friend's words. She looks up to see Santana, looking as ethereal as ever, laughing her heart out with several friends as they interact with a clown.

"Why don't you go approach her, B? I'll just busy myself with those object manipulators or something."

"W-Wait, Q!" Brittany exclaims but to no avail as her friend walks away from her with a big ass grin.

She sighs and fixes the glasses on her face. Maybe it was a sign when they ran into each other yesterday at that coffee shop. Maybe she should wing it and ask the brunette? It's not like she has anything to lose, does she? Well, maybe just her already low confidence and morale. She looks up again to see Santana wandering alone and checking out a few stuff that are being sold by some vendors.

It can't hurt to approach and talk to her, can it? Oh well. Fudge it.

Brittany slowly walks over to where Santana is. She must have been thinking hard and deep on what to say to the brunette because next thing she knows, she's in front of Santana who's staring back at her with a curious look. A stunned Brittany glances at the brunette with wide eyes, caught off-guard at the sudden scene she got herself into.

"I-I.. Uh.."

A few seconds pass by with the both of them awkwardly looking into each other's eyes while waiting for someone between them to speak up. Santana blinks a few times before breaking out into a big smile.

"So.."

"U-Uhmm.. Hi, Santana."

The brunette chuckles like she always does. "Hello, Brittany."

Brittany freezes as she blushes profusely. What to do, what to do? Stop thinking, that's for sure. Goddamn it. Just ask her out! Brittany thinks to herself.

"Yeah. Bye Santana." Brittany says quickly as she turns around to walk away, leaving a confused Santana behind with what just happened in front of her.

"Brittany!"

The blonde stops in her tracks and faces Santana again in the slowest manner possible.

"Will you be at that Delta party later?" The brunette exclaims and surprises Brittany, actually making her think about the whole thing.

"I-I.. Maybe?"

Santana grins and nods at her words. "See you then." She adds then goes on to catch up with her friends.

Oh. Okay.

It weirded Brittany out in the best possible way. Who can guess that after all these years, they'd finally get to talk it out like that?

"Hey, Blondie!" A voice calls out from somewhere that catches Brittany's attention. She searches for it and sees a small, blonde, giddy looking woman in a witch costume of some sort, staring at her with the biggest grin there is.

Brittany looks around for a while until she realizes there's no one around her. She points to herself and the other woman nods while motioning for the girl to come closer. Brittany blinks a few times and hesitantly approaches the woman.

"What the hell was that, honey?"

Brittany's eyebrows raise, taken aback by the woman's bluntness. "Uh.. Excuse me?"

The woman laughs in her face and takes a long swig of a mysterious looking clear liquid container then gestures for her to come inside the tent. The blonde looks behind her for a witness just in case the woman kills her or decides to harvest her kidneys. Oh well. Nothing to lose. As soon as she's inside, she sees the older blonde refilling her container from a bottle of vodka. Brittany looks at her for a moment from head to toe. Bitch is drunk as hell. Nothing bad could happen, right?

While waiting for the older woman to finishing refilling her container, she decides to glance around for a second inside the space which looked like it came out of the set of The Craft.

"Don't worry about that. It's just props." The woman exclaims as she takes a seat on the floor. "I'm April. What's your name, baby girl?" She adds, motioning for Brittany to do the same which she does after a while.

"Brittany."

"A beautiful name for a pretty gal like you. Want a drink?" April holds out the container for her but Brittany holds up a hand and refuses, preferring to look around the place instead.

"So, uhmm.. What do you do around here?"

"Why, kid. I'm a psychic!"

"P-Psychic?"

"Well, I think we predict the future or whatever. They call people like us clairvoyants who do potions and spells or something like that but I don't really care as long as I get my own potion named Jose Cuervo, if you know what I mean." April winks and laughs at her own statement.

"Spells and potions aren't really true. They're just made to make little kids believe in folklore or something." Brittany quips matter-of-factly.

April raises an eyebrow at the girl and smirks. "Now now, honey. Bet ya I can make you believe it's true."

"Come on, you think that you spewing random words and making someone drink disgusting liquid is actually 'black magic'"?

"Of course, it's true! Time and time I've proven to be effective in helping people."

"Really, like what?" Brittany crosses her arms and gives the woman a look.

April leans closer and does a devilish grin. "I can make lover girl back there fall in love with you."

Brittany gulps loudly, taken aback by the sudden statement. They hold each other's gaze for a moment before Brittany explodes in laughter while April just stares at her.

"That's like the funniest thing I've heard so far this week." She exclaims while trying to stifle her laughter.

"Child, I'm not kidding. I can give you a potion and spell then that hot Latina girl is all yours for the taking. All night, every night, darling." The psychic grins and winks at Brittany, whose laughter has finally stopped but eyebrows scrunched in confusion.

"You actually think that your so-called powers or whatever is true? So, what's in exchange for that magical potion and spell? My voice and signature?"

"No, I prefer one night stands, actually." April replies nonchalantly.

Brittany gasps and glares at the woman in disbelief. "Wha-"

"Chill your tits, Taylor Swift. I'm as straight as a pole. Strictly penis." April rolls her eyes and takes another swig of the container she's holding. "Tell you what, I'm baked as fuck and this hangover is just killing me. So, how about I just give you my potion and it's up for you to try out the skeptic in you." She adds and stands up to walk towards a cabinet then picks out a vial with purple liquid in it.

Brittany, finally having enough of the silliness of all this, gathers her things and stands up. "Look, Miss Psychic. I don't really believe in black magic or whatever it is that you wanna call it. No offense."

"Ooh.. None taken, Daisy Dukes." April laughs and walks towards Brittany.

"Can you please stop calling me na-" Brittany utters exasperatedly prior to being cut by April handing her the vial.

"Here you go. Now, remember that a few drops should do it, alright? Just put it in her drink when she's not looking, like a roofie." April says and receives a funny look from Brittany. "Put a strand of your hair in it then whisper the spell and you're good to go. You can thank me later after you get laid." She adds with a nod and wink.

"A s-spell?" Brittany speaks out, confused. She glances at the vial in her hand while fixing her glasses once again.

"Yeah. Potion and spell then you're good to go." April grins widely at the girl.

Brittany shakes her head in disbelief. For a moment there, it's as if she believed that magic spell bit. Well, in all its silliness, might as well just go along with it. "Alright then. What's the spell?"

"You will fall in love with me." April exclaims excitedly.

Brittany stares at her, blinking a few times. "How creative." She says with a monotone voice.

"Well, it's pretty powerful especially when you say the chick's name. It doesn't matter how low your voice is, as long as you're within the same vicinity while you're looking at them and that person takes the drink with the potion, then you're good. You'll get laid, fo sho."

Brittany sighs exasperatedly. She's had enough of this nonsense. "Yeah. Let's go with that. I'm leaving now.

"Goodluck, Rapunzel. I won't charge you for that. Call it a trial service. Or charity."

Brittany grinds her teeth and hands the vial back to April, only to be rejected.

"Keep it. Do whatever you want with it and just remember what I said." April voices out and hands her a sparkly business card with a big grin. "So, we can e-mail each other."

Brittany's eyebrows raises and puts the card in her sweater as she tries to get a hold of herself. "Alright! Thank you but I really have to go now. Goodbye April!"

"A few drops, strand of your hair, and the spell! Don't forget!" April calls out to Brittany, who by now is out the tent. The psychic follows Brittany with her gaze as she walks towards Quinn from afar, seemingly telling her what just happened.

"This is gonna be fun!" She mutters to herself before taking a final wig of the container in her hand and laughing like crazy. "Another refill for me!"


"Wait. So you're telling me that all you have to do is semi-roofie Santana and say those ridiculous words then she'll fall in love with you?" Quinn repeats for probably the nth time this day.

They're walking arm-in-arm, on their way to tonight's Delta sorority party in campus. It took all Quinn had to convince her roommate to come and get her drink on together with her. And reminding her best friend that Santana will be there. That seemed to get Brittany out of bed.

They've been talking about April the psychic's vial and spell for a few hours now with Quinn relentlessly trying to convince Brittany to try it out because seriously, there's nothing to lose. This shit doesn't happen every day. Well, for Brittany, it's just a silly waste of time.

"Yes, for the hundredth time today, Q. Can we just drop it?" Brittany whispers in an infuriated tone.

"No, we can't!" Quinn teases with a wide grin. "Let's just test it out, we've got nothing to lose."

Brittany rolls her eyes and disregard her friend's words. Shortly, they arrive at the party and see it in full swing with lots of drunk people already. As soon as they enter, various drinks are handed to them from every side of the room in red solo cups. Being the introvert that she is, Brittany instantly withdraws from the scene and leaves Quinn as she disappears into a corner to people watch while drinking an unidentified strong concoction in her cup.

As Brittany tries to become invisible, she catches a familiar face from the corner of her eye. She turns her head to see Santana, socializing with a few girls who are throwing themselves at her while the brunette tries to be interested. In Brittany's opinion, Santana's just trying to be nice. Knowing the girl, - Well, the right term would be after all these years of being in love with Santana - , she knows her a bit well and the brunette does not even have the slightest hint of being a player in her. As far as Brittany knows her, Santana's a one-woman woman. Maybe she just hasn't found the right girl yet. Or she hasn't really spent time with Brittany. That's what the blonde tries to convince herself.

"Stop staring at her, Britt. Just approach her." Quinn utters when she approaches Brittany from the side, startling the girl and making her spill a bit of the drink on her DC comics shirt.

"Oh!" Brittany exclaims when the liquid drips on her shirt.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry!" Quinn replies and pats her shirt with a paper towel she gets from the nearby table.

"It's okay." Brittany says as she looks down on her ruined shirt. There's no way she can wear this one for the rest of the night. Such a shame. "I guess I'll just have to take it off." She turns around and removes the shirt to unveil a white tank top underneath which is thankfully not affected.

"I'm really sorry, Britt. I didn't mean to."

"It's cool. Besides, it was getting a bit hot here. I think their air conditioning isn't working." Brittany speaks as she settles her shirt on the table while trying to fix her glasses.

After a moment of helping Brittany fix herself, Quinn fishes out something from her bra, much to Brittany's shock.

"Ta-da!" Quinn exclaims as she raises the vial April gave Brittany a while ago.

"Q! Why is that with you?"

"I got it from your drawer." Quinn shrugs in reply. "What better way to test it out than tonight?"

"We can't do that. Have you even opened that? It's like death in a bottle. We can kill somebody with it."

Quinn chuckles and opens the vial. "Oh shit. That is deadly. It's like liquid rat poison with oreos and cough syrup in it." She scoffs upon smelling it.

"Aw!" Brittany shouts and glares at her friend who's grinning from ear to ear while holding out a strand of Brittany's hair.

"It's just a strand, B. You have millions more to go." Quinn shrugs.

Brittany decides to ignore her and takes a huge gulp from her cup instead. She turns to Quinn again and sees her best friend pouring the vial's content into the girl's own drink.

"Quinn, what the- Are you trying to kill yourself?!" Brittany whispers exasperatedly and tries to stop her friend but fails when she bumps Quinn's elbow instead, making the latter accidentally pour all the bottle's content into the drink.

"Oh!" They declare in unison, catching some nearby people's attention. Both women glance up and share a look of disbelief at what just happened.

"Seriously, Britt?" Quinn raises an eyebrow at her friend.

Brittany returns the other blonde's glare. "You started it. I was just trying to prevent you from committing suicide."

"I'm not. I'm just curious to know how it is when the shit's in the drink." Quinn replies as she looks down on her cup upon and immediately gags as if she's about to vomit upon taking a sniff. Unfortunately, it spills a little on Quinn's hand after putting Brittany's hair in it and upon pushing the cup away from herself. "Oh my god. That's disgusting. I think your hair just dissolved! Stay away and don't let it touch your skin!" She huffs as she settles the deadly cup on the table beside them and grab paper towels while she's at it.

"Get rid of it. We could get convicted of homicide when somebody gets a sip of that." Brittany quips as she shakes her head. "Is it just me or does it feel like a furnace in here?" She adds with visible discomfort.

"Nah, it's the alcohol. It's pretty strong." Quinn says nonchalantly as she wipes her hand while Brittany glances at her own cup and takes a sniff of it but instantly gawks at the strength of the concoction.

"Holy smokes. What's in here, rubbing alcohol?" Brittany exclaims with a scrunched up face, only realizing the drink's strength now.

"It's actually gin, vodka, tequila, and some grape scotch, I think." A familiar voice chimes in and Brittany immediately stiffens. Quinn turns her head to see a grinning Santana approach them from the side.

Brittany spaces out almost instantly when a stunning Santana dressed in leggings, white loose blouse, and some awesome heels which is nothing compared to her DC Comics shirt a while ago, settles herself in front of them. Well, Santana's clothes are probably pretty casual but for Brittany, the girl just radiates beauty and crazy sex appeal regardless of what she wears.

"Brittany!" Quinn calls out with a snap of a finger.

"W-What was that?" Brittany says with a hoarse voice when she finally comes to.

"Santana just asked you about your DC comics shirt." Quinn widens her eyes and motions towards Santana.

Brittany glances at the brunette, who's smiling while holding out her shirt with both hands and even turning it around to look at the image of superheroes on the other side. "I-I.. Uh.."

Santana looks at her and smiles softly. "I asked where you got your shirt. It's a limited edition if I'm not mistaken."

"B, close your mouth and talk to her like a normal person." Quinn whispers.

Brittany clears her throat and fixes her attention on Santana, acting all confident. "At last year's Comic-Con."

Santana's face immediately lights up and her grin widens even more. "No way!"

"Uh.. Yes way?" Brittany replies in the most awkward tone possible. She even sees Quinn slap her forehead out of amazement with how she's acting right now.

Santana chuckles, amused at the girl's antics. "You're pretty cool, Britt."

Brittany instantly blushes like a tomato upon hearing the words come out of the girl's mouth. Like brick red kind of blushing. "I-I.. Uh.. Thanks?"

Santana bites her lip and nods. "Well, I have to get back to my friends now. You beautiful girls have a good night." The brunette declares as she gets her drink from the table then giving Brittany one last smile before walking away.

"Pick your jaw up from the floor, you look like an idiot." Quinn comments beside her after a moment.

"W-What?" Brittany replies with her head up in the clouds.

"What the hell was that? She was flirting with you!"

"She was?"

Quinn sighs. "Well, one, it's as if I wasn't here. Two, you girls found common ground in your own little dorkiness. Third, she even called you beautiful. Twice, I think. So, for me, she was."

Brittany looks down, a bit disappointed in herself for acting like she always does around Santana. This has got to stop for her. It is their last year after all. She checks out herself and it must be the alcohol or something but in her opinion, she looks pretty hot right now. Brittany sighs deeply. She's beautiful, smart, and pretty amazing. She's got nothing lose. This needs to stop now.

"Uhmm.. What's happening?" Quinn looks at her with confusion as Brittany fixes her ponytail and glasses.

"I'm about to do something I should have done a long time ago." Brittany replies with confidence as she starts to walk towards where Santana is, leaving a gaping Quinn behind.

Brittany looks at the brunette with hawk eyes from the other side as she navigates through the dancing crowd. She's a strong and independent woman, there's nothing to lose. Or that's what she thought until she finds herself suddenly staring face to face with Santana who's looking back at her with wide eyes.

"U-Uh.." Ohmygodohmygodohmygod! Brittany almost screams.

Thankfully, Santana breaks out into a friendly smile as always and turns her full attention on Brittany. "Hey, Britt. What's up?"

"N-Nothing. How are you?" Brittany manages to croak out amidst her blushing.

Santana laughs. Probably because they just had a conversation not more than five minutes ago. "Good. I'm having fun. How about you? We really don't talk that much even if we've known each other way back when, don't we?"

A curveball. Brittany didn't expect that last statement from Santana. Surprise, surprise.

"Y-Yeah. You could say that."

Santana nods and looks down for a second then turns her attention back at the blonde. "So, is there anythi-"

"Santana!" Brittany exclaims a little too loud for a few high as fuck sorority girls to hear while surprising Santana in the process. Damn the alcohol in her system. The blonde clears her throat and fixes her glasses again. "Sorry. U-Uhmm.. You see, I was wondering if you- Uh.."

Santana squints her eyes then raises both eyebrows as if to motion for Brittany to continue with a small smile.

The blonde bites her lip. There's no turning back. It's now or never. She sighs one last time as she looks back at Santana.

"Do you maybe, wanna, like, you know, if you're available, grab dinner tomorrow?" Brittany says with a small voice, just enough for the brunette to hear her in the suddenly deafening crowd.

"What was that?" Santana utters, leaning closer towards Brittany making the latter blush.

Brittany bites her lip, taken aback by the closeness between them. "I-I.. Do you wanna hang out sometime?"

Santana squints her eyes. "I can't hear you! Can you say that a bit louder or maybe lean closer."

"I said, would you like to go on a date?" Brittany raises her voice and the brunette finally hears it but her instant reaction isn't the bit least comforting for the blonde.

Upon realizing what the other girl said, Santana's smile instantly falters. "Oh." She says after a few seconds and Brittany knows where this is heading right away. "I-I'm sorry, Britt. I don't think we should, we- Uh.. I'm not really-"

Brittany holds her hands up to stop the other girl from saying anything more. "No. It's okay. I understand. It was silly for me to think that you'd go out with me anyway."

"N-No- I-I.."

"It's okay, Santana. Have a good night." Brittany says quickly before hastily walking away, even hearing faint words from the girl behind her but pretending not to hear anything.

Great. Just fucking great. This is what she gets for trying to get out of her comfort zone. This is what she gets for trying to be confident. This is what she gets for trying to finally ask the girl of her dreams out. Fuck it. This is what she gets for actually trying. For actually trying once in her life. What does she get? Fucking rejection right in her face. She shakes her head for even thinking that she actually had a chance with Santana. Whatever made her think that someone as gorgeous as Santana would actually go out with a nerd like her? Goddamn it. She tries to hold back the tears pooling in her eyes and sighs deeply.

"Britt! What happened? Are you okay?" Quinn asks worriedly when Brittany comes back from her humiliating journey on the other side.

"No! I am not okay! I'm drunk after only one drink. My shirt is ruined. I just got rejected by the girl that I've been in love with since I can remember. This party blows. And everything freaking sucks!" Brittany cries out with a breaking voice.

Quinn frowns and fixes her friend's hair. "What did she say? Why doesn't she want to go out?"

"It doesn't freaking matter, Q. She doesn't wanna go out with me because I'm a loser! A freaking big loser!"

"Sweetie, you're not a loser."

Brittany scoffs and crosses her arms. "Yeah, right. You know what? Maybe I should just go with that crazy psychic's advice and use the potion."

"Britt-"

"Yeah, why not? Maybe that would work." Brittany replies sarcastically and turns towards Santana who has her back towards them while drinking the cup in her hand. "All I have to do is look at her then say the magic words, right? Then, here we go. 'You will fall in love with me, Santana Lopez.'" She adds with a hard tone.

Brittany actually stares at Santana for a few seconds as she waits to see if it will actually work.

1

Nope

2

Nada

3

Nein

"See? Complete and utter bullshit! We're leaving." Brittany quips with a bitter tone.

"B, of course it won't. She's not drinking the cup with the potion." Quinn chimes in then grabs her own cup from the table.

Brittany mentally slaps herself for forgetting that one bit. Instead of replying, she rolls her eyes instead and grabs her shirt from the table beside them then back at her friend who's sporting a disgusted look after taking a sip of her drink.

"What?!" Brittany asks with a raised eyebrow.

"This is beer." Quinn whispers as she looks down at her cup curiously.

"So what?"

"This isn't my cup, Britt. The cup, this isn't it." Quinn replies nonchalantly then slowly meets her friend's gaze. It takes a few seconds before the realization sets in.

"Holy fuck." They exclaim in unison and turn their heads to see Santana taking a sip from the cup with her back still facing them.

Still nothing.

"Maybe that's not my cup, after all." Quinn shrugs after a few seconds of observing Santana drink the cup in her hand. Both blondes actually sigh at the same time out of relief though.

"Let's go, Q. I'm not really in the mood to party anymore." Brittany voices out with a heavy heart while Quinn nods in reply as they gesture to leave.

Suddenly, they hear a coughing fit.

At first, it's a simple, innocent coughing. But then said coughing becomes stiff. Way too loud and rigid, seemingly never ending. Like someone's dying.

Quinn and Brittany stops in their tracks and share a hardened glare before looking back to see Santana coughing violently with some people approaching her out of concern while still clutching the cup in her hand.

Holy shit. Quinn's red solo cup.

"Oh my god. Run, B!" Quinn declares with wide eyes and open mouth, mirroring her friend's reaction.

True enough, they run outside while a few of the students inside go on to see what the commotion around Santana is. After a moment, they are finally outside and trying to catch their breaths.

"Fuck! I think we've just committed homicide!" Brittany shouts.

"Sshh! It was an accident! I didn't know she grabbed the deadly cup! We must have had a mix up when she checked out your shirt and I was wiping that deathly liquid off my hands." Quinn slaps her forehead and shrieks in panic.

"Dammit, Quinn. How are we going to survive in prison?!"

"We could invoke something! I'm sure we could do that if we get a good lawyer!"

"This is ridiculous! The cops will assume that my motive to poison her is when she rejected me a while ago!"

"Oh shit, I just realized that I can't rock the jumpsuit they wear in prison. Fuck!"

"Oh my god! Oh my god! I'm gonna die a freaking virgin!" Brittany shrieks with her hands up in the air in exasperation.

Quinn holds her by the shoulders and literally slaps the girl to make her snap out of it. "Britt! We are not going to prison, okay? We-"

"Brittany?" A familiar raspy voice calls out from behind Brittany. The both of them freeze with their eyes wide open.

"It's her ghost, Q. She's come back from the dead to get us!" Brittany mutters under her breath while Quinn visibly relaxes and holds Brittany's arms then turns the latter around to face the voice herself.

"Santana, you're a-alive!" Brittany finally exclaims after a few seconds, catching the brunette off-guard.

"Uhmm.. Yeah. I think I'm still alive. The cup I've drank from and mistaken for mine a while ago just tasted bad and irritated my throat or something. Seriously, it tasted like death." Santana blurts out and looks down shyly. Brittany looks behind her to see that Quinn has disappeared, nowhere to be found. Damn that bitch.

"Hey Britt.." Santana calls out again and Brittany turns to see her much closer now, making her speechless. "I'm sorry for a while ago. I just had a sudden realization after almost choking from my drink, you see." The brunette says and takes another step closer towards Brittany.

Shit. What did she just say? What's happening?

"U-Uh.. What is it?"

Oh my god. Could it be?

Santana sighs deeply and stares into Brittany's blue eyes. "Look. I'm just gonna go on a limb here.."

Did that potion and spell actually worked?

"It's like something switched inside me that I can't explain and I guess what I'm trying to say is.."

No. Fucking. Way.

"Would you like to have dinner together sometime? Like a date?" Santana utters and gives out one of the most beautiful smiles Brittany has ever seen, leaving the blonde speechless.

Holy smokes.

It actually freaking worked.


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