AN: So, this is my first Brittana multi-chapter fic ever and I'm curious to see if people think it might have potential :) The following chapters will also include Brittany POVs, this is just supposed to function as an appetizer. So - reviews would be very much appreciated and totally motivate me to continue this little piece! Cheers!

P.S: Since English isn't my first language (and I have no beta reader) I really hope there aren't too many mistakes in here. I know how it is to read a story that is full of grammar and spelling mistakes (I am a total language dictator when it comes to my mother tongue), so feel free to yell at me ;)

Chapter 1

As much as Santana had hated being rejected by Brittany and admitting her feelings, she also felt as if a door inside of her had been opened. Even though she still didn't feel like screaming 'I LOVE GIRLS' in the school hallway, it did seem like she had been hiding a huge part of her character, even from herself. As much as it scared the hell out of her, and as much as she wasn't able to speak out the words 'I am a lesbian', so many things, so many situations in her past made so much more sense now. The extreme crush she used to have on DJ from Full House when she was in third grade, her sudden motivation to study algebra after she had met her new maths teacher Miss Norton and yes, even the emotional numbness she had experienced countless times after having slept with a guy.

Santana had gotten used to this numb feeling, it was as if she had accepted that love was simply overrated or that she just wasn't emotional enough to really feel something strong enough to start a real relationship. Sex with guys did give her physical satisfaction, no doubt about that, and Santana had always known what she liked and wanted. Still, a huge part was missing. Cuddling just seemed so entirely wrong to the latina, only the thought of it made her nervous and uncomfortable. She tried to avoid eye-contact with most of her lovers, hoping to be able to only focus on the physical sensation she was experiencing, not on the person she was experiencing it with.

Still, Santana had managed to become an expert at ignoring all these signs. Even when Brittany and her had started making out, the brunette was not willing to analyze the difference these nights with her best friend made from the nights she had spent with Puck, Sam or her previous lovers. She explained the constant wish to touch and kiss the girl with a need for comfort from a person she could trust, a kind gesture between good friends, a friendly connection between girls.

All these past years she had become Santana Lopez, a strong, tough, heterosexual woman who didn't need anyone to emotionally get close to her and who wouldn't mind verbally (or even physically) take down anyone who got in her way. Right now, however, she felt just like Santana, a confused girl in high school, suddenly realizing how her angry attitude had been a cover all these years, suddenly realizing how she was madly in love with her best friend, finally accepting that she did in fact love postcoital cuddling, but only if it was with someone who was so amazingly beautiful and - well - female as Brittany.

It all was like brand new knowledge to Santana. She figured that, now that at least she knew what her year-long 'problem' had been, she might as well figure out some more about what she had pushed down all this time. She was lucky no one could read her thoughts when she sat in class, feeling like a 'fresh lesbian' and checking out her female classmates in order to see if she could make out a certain type that she liked. Finally allowing herself these thoughts, Santana caught herself gazing up and down several silhouettes of girls entering the classroom.

First there was Quinn, hell, she was beautiful and flawless. Santana figured she might even be too flawless for her personal taste. She had a beautiful face, perfect teeth, big eyes, even a good body, but if she compared her to another certain blonde, Quinn just lacked sexyness. Brittany not only had a beautiful face and the most amazing cat-like eyes she had ever seen, her whole body, the way that she moved, the way her shirts fell over her curves... - Santana had to stop these thoughts. Analyzing how Brittany was better than the rest had not been the purpose of all this.

Santana forced her gaze over to Rachel Berry. It was no secret that Santana was, in 90% of the cases, completely annoyed by the highly ambitious brunette, still she had to acknowledge that the girl wasn't ugly. Her smile was - if it came naturally - quite pretty, just as her hair and - not to forget - her voice which added a lot to her desirability. Yes, if Rachel wasn't such a pain in the ass, she could definitely have potential.

Still eyeing the entrance of the classroom, Santana suddenly noticed an unfamiliar face. Well, to be accurate, the face wasn't entirely unfamiliar, it belonged to a girl Santana had seen several times before and who used to be in a higher grade than herself. Her name was Stacey Claridge and no one had seen her for a couple of months. As one might expect, people at school had been gossiping about the reasons for her disappearing, one being crazier than the other. Whereas most people expected Stacey to have hidden a pregnancy, others were sure she had killed someone, ran away or went to jail.

Santana had to admit, the girl was probably one of the few people in this highschool who was in the same league as the latina when it came to having a big mouth - still the two of them couldn't have been more different. Stacey was in fact a quite beautiful girl, yet dressing in a way some people might call 'boy-ish'. Not wearing very much makeup, parts of her straight blonde hair were hidden underneath a yellow cotton hat, her green and blue checkered loose blouse only indicating that a well shaped body was hiding underneath it. Her dark but slim fitting jeans looked used and fringy - just like her Converse chucks.

"So.. is this Mister Parker's English class?" the new girl asked into the by now mostly filled classroom.

"Wow, a tongue piercing? That is so 1995..." was Santana's reply, who had seen something blinking inside Stacey's mouth and trying to show her right away who was the badass chick around here.

The blonde girl seemed highly unimperessed, taking Santana's remark as a yes and sitting down on the chair right next to her.

"Well, pussy licking is much more fun with a metal ball in your mouth" she technically breathed into the brunette's ear and with that just gave her new neighbour a superior twinkle, leaving Santana stunned and speechless.

Even after the last sounds of the schoolbell were over, Santana still felt confused and weird, nervous even. Suddenly all she could think of was this new person who just happened to show up and act like a full experienced lesbian. A girl that seemed so completely in terms with herself and yet seemed so mysterious. The brunette couldn't help but see it as a sign, an obviously experienced gay girl, having disappeared for months and now needing to repeat a year, just happens to sit down right next to her, now, of all times. The latina couldn't help but feel entirely drawn to Stacey - not because she had planned to fall in love with the first real lesbian she would meet, but mostly because she desperately needed someone to talk to. And because she needed distraction from her recent heartbreak. And because she sure as hell needed to make someone jealous...