alright, so this story sort of alternates between Santana's POV and Britt's, but it is all written in 3rd person. I have already written a bit more of this one, but I need/want to know what you guys think of it, before i post more:) also ... it's not really AU but i jumbled up a lot of things that happen in the series ^^ just cause i thought it might work well like that too and because it helps me get the story where i want it. i hope you like it.

Disclaimer: regretfully glee isn't owned by me:(

Chapter 1

Santana's POV (sort of)

Santana was tired.

She hadn't cried like this since the last party at Rachel's house. But at least then she had just cried because of the booze and not for a real reason…not for a reason like…

Oh man… what the hell was going on with her? Of course she couldn't deny that she had noticed having certain feelings for Brittany lately, but she had shrugged them off as a common high school crush.

After all it's sort of cheerleader law to be attracted to a girlfriend from the squad at one point or another. That was after all the fantasy of all boys!

But that's just it! Santana thought. I don't care if a hot guy sees us together… I just wanna be with her for me! But that wasn't exactly the reason she had just come home crying.

She had approached Brittany at school and had asked her extremely cool – so as not to show how nervous she really felt – if she wanted to get together later to make out a bit as they had done from time to time.

She really had counted on Britt to say yes, but instead she had blown her off with the words "What about Artie?"

"What about Artie?" Santana had replied. She really couldn't hear that name anymore. Artie this, Artie that…Britt had blown her off for him more than once lately and Santana was starting to really get annoyed.

She had never understood what Brittany saw in that weird four-eyed wheelchair-boy! She was aware that that sounded really prejudiced and discriminating, but what did that guy have that she didn't?

Santana threw her handbag angrily onto the bed and wiped a tear from her eye with her right hand, which was already black from her mascara. Usually she wore waterproof make-up but she had lent it to Brittany yesterday…Brittany. Stupid Brittany.

Stupid, hot, sweet, innocent, awesome, unique Brittany! Oh, how Santana hated her right now.

"I don't even wanna see her anymore. Actually I'm thankful she's being such a naïve bitch. Now I couldn't care less about her, or…or her gorgeous smile…! SHIT!...OOOUTSCH"

Santana had just kicked her desk-chair in frustration and now felt a throbbing pain in her left foot.

"Damn it!" she sobbed and let herself fall back on her couch. She had made out with Brittany on that couch one time…

"Stop thinking about stuff like that!" Santana growled to herself. She sighed and laid back on her sofa cushions.

Brittany's POV

Brittany had just gotten home after walking her boyfriend Artie to his house. She had been so impressed when Artie had told her that it was his house. She would have thought it belonged maybe to his parents or the bank or the fairies in his backyard perhaps.

But he had said: "Thanks for bringing me to my house, Britt!" and Artie never lied!

She had told him how impressed she was and he had smiled at her, probably because he had been happy to have had impressed her. But still…something had annoyed her about the way he had looked at her then… or maybe it had just been that he had called her Britt, which only Santana ever did.

It was sort of their thing…Santana called her Britt and she called her San, or sometimes `Sanny' or `Tana', although she had noticed that the others had started calling Santana that too.

Brittany wondered if that was the reason why Santana was always so bitchy to the others - because it annoyed her, too. She'd have to talk to them about that in the next glee-club meeting.

Anyway, hearing Artie call her Britt had made Brittany think of Santana and the last conversation they had had by her locker. It hadn't gone very well, Brittany thought.

Santana had suggested getting their cuddle on and Brittany had been about to say yes when she had thought about the last time they had done that on Santana's couch, and the way she had felt afterwards when Artie had asked her what she'd been doing.

"Practicing cheers!" Brittany had answered, just as Santana had told her to. Santana was so smart. She had predicted that Artie would be happy to hear that and she had been right.

Brittany liked making people happy. She always sort of felt like a good fairy when she made people happy. But even though she then had had that fairy-feeling, she still remembered the bad feeling in her stomach she had had, while she told him they had been practicing.

She didn't want to have to feel that again, so she had told Santana that she couldn't come with her today, because of Artie. Santana had been so upset and sad and even mad when Brittany had tried to hug her for comfort.

Seeing Santana like that had made Brittany sad and she still was. She knew that Santana didn't know why she was mad. She knew that Santana wasn't ready to admit to herself, let alone anyone else, that she might be in love with Brittany. She didn't quite understand why Santana was so scared though. After all, she herself knew how much she loved Santana and it had never scared her.

Even though she didn't see why, Brittany felt: This was complicated! Way too complicated. And it was all her fault.

After all everything had been fine (well, not fine really, because Santana had obviously been struggling with their relationship for some time now, but at least things had been normal) until her stomach had started feeling so funny.

At first she had thought she was feeling guilty, but that couldn't be it. Santana had explained to her that they weren't doing anything wrong. How could they be? You couldn't cheat with a girl. That was just friends talking with their tongues really close. Santana had told her that over and over. So it couldn't be guilt.

Hmm…maybe the cherry-seeds she had eaten had something to do with it. If so, she would work through the funny feeling… she really really wanted to be able to grow cherries from her arms.

oookay... so what do you think? please, please, pleeaase review, so i know whether is top or flop^^