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Chapter One

I grabbed my bags and stuffed them into the back of our Honda. My mom and I got in the car and drove off. I sighed as she gave me another one of her looks. It's not my fault that I have zero interest in going to see my mom's best friend. Why the hell would I want to go to Ohio and die of boredom?

"Santana, please tell me you won't be a grouch this whole trip." My mom turned on the radio as she looked over at me.

"I can't promise anything." I rolled down the window to let the wind blow through my flowing black hair. My mom has never taken me with her to see Emma but she goes every year. I usually just stay home, throw parties, and invite girls over while she's gone, but she kind of found out about that. That's why she's bringing me to Ohio now.

"She has kids your age so you won't be bored." She said. I rolled my eyes, "Don't roll your eyes, San. I only get to see Emma once a year. At least try to have fun." I sighed and smiled.

"Okay mom, I'll try." See, I'm not a complete bitch all the time… Just most of the time.

My mom was rubbing my shoulder and telling me to wake up when I opened my eyes. It was dark outside and we were parked in front of a huge house.

"Whoa, Emma's a baller, huh?" I chuckled and unbuckled my seatbelt. I helped my mom grab our bags and we dropped them on the door step. Just as my mom reached for the doorbell, a short blonde woman swung the door open.

"Mary!" The woman yelled as she embraced my mother. They hugged and laughed as I tried not to barf over the massive love fest that was occurring before me. Then the woman turned to me, "Hi, I'm Emma. It's so nice to finally meet you Santana!" She said as she hugged me. This lady was way too peppy. She ushered us in where her two picture perfect kids were waiting.

"San, these are Emma's kids, Sam and Brittany." My mom shoved me in their direction as I waved awkwardly. They were both blonde like their mother. The boy, Sam, had a huge mouth but still managed to look handsome. I looked over at Brittany and smiled immediately. She had the most amazing blue eyes.

"Uhm, hi. I'm Brittany." She extended a hand. How long had I been staring? I cleared my throat and shook her hand.

"I'm Sam." He smiled at me and hugged me. Probably so he could feel my boobs or some shit 'cause guys are weird like that. "You'll be staying with Brittany. Unless, of course, you want to stay in my room." He smirked as Brittany elbowed him.

"I think I'll pass on that offer." I winked at Sam and picked up my bags. "So Britt Britt, where's your room at? These bags are pretty heavy." She made eye contact with me and just started walking up the stairs. "Kay, I'll just follow you…"

She opened the door and leaned against her wall. "This is it. You can put your bags wherever and pick whichever bed you want." There were two beds, only separated by a small end table with a silver lamp on it. The walls were a light blue and one wall had a Death Cab for Cutie poster on it.

"Death Cab." I pointed to the poster and she nodded. She partly smiled and opened another door attached to the room.

"This is the bathroom, obviously." She laughed lightly, like she had just thought of something funny. "Use this one because Sam will probably be in the other one twenty-four seven." She smiled and I sat on the bed closest to the window on the left. She sat on the other bed and looked up at me. "So, how come you're just now coming to Ohio?"

I smiled and played with the hem of my tank top and said, "No offense, but it's not the most exciting place in the world." I looked up at the blonde as she shrugged.

"It's not really the places that matter. It matters who you're with." She looked down at her hands and I stood back up.

"Yeah, I guess you're right." I opened my bags and started taking stuff out. I didn't want to bother her by asking for her help so I just kept pulling clothes out. "Uhm, so is there anything fun to do around here?" I looked up and she was down on the floor helping me unpack.

"Well—" She went to respond when another blonde walked through the door singing.

"Britt— oh… Who's this?" She smiled. She had short blonde hair and for a second I even questioned if this was another one of Emma's kids.

"Oh, Quinn, this is Santana, Mary's daughter." She smiled at me, "Quinn is like my sister."

"Unfortunately Sam doesn't see me like that. Maybe then he'll stop hitting on me." She laughed and shook my hand. "You're gorgeous, by the way. He's probably already hit on you."

"Yeah, he asked if I wanted to stay in his room but I'm not into that."

"Hold up, are you a virgin?" Quinn whispered and sat next to me on the carpet.

"Whoa, Quinn- I'm sorry Santana, she can be a bit much sometimes." Brittany rushed in to save me from an awkward explanation as to why I didn't want to sleep with Sam. I just realized that I had said I wouldn't want to sleep with him because I wasn't into that. Oh my god, they're going to think I'm a prude.

"I mean, I'm not but… I'm not interested in him." I looked at Quinn and she nodded. She looked at me kind of funny then looked at Brittany.

"Well, we're all gonna be good friends." Quinn smiled.

"That'd be cool." Brittany muttered under her breath with a smile.

"Santana, you're all settled in?" Emma asked as Brittany, Quinn, and I walked down the stairs.

"Yup. Your house is totally awesome by the way." I looked around. The TV in the living room was huge, the dining room was luxurious but looked untouched, and they had a huge backyard with a deck.

"Aw, thanks dear. Brittany, will you help Sam set up the table outside?" Emma motioned to the deck. Brittany went out back and I followed.

"Can I help too?" I asked, trying to seem nice, but I was really just trying to get closer to the blonde.

"Santana, that wouldn't be-" But I was already out of the door. Sam looked up and smiled. I smiled back just to be nice. Brittany handed me the silverware and we talked about Death Cab for Cutie as we set up the table.

"I saw them last month too! They were amazing." She smiled, her blue eyes lighting up like fireworks whenever she got excited. Our moms walked out of the door and my mom looked at me cautiously. I backed away from Brittany to talk to my mom because I could just tell she wanted to talk to me. She pulled me to the side.

"San, don't try anything funny with Brittany." I made a face like I was appalled.

"Mom! I would never!" I laughed and she still looked serious. "Mom, you wanted me to have a good time."

"I didn't mean it that way." She whispered.

"It's alright mom. I'm pretty sure doesn't roll that way anyway." I shrugged, a little disappointed at the possibility of that statement being true. I've never wanted something that I couldn't have. Sam, I can have that, but I don't want that. I want Brittany.

"Hey, Santana!" Brittany waved me over and I smiled as I made my way over.

Brittany's POV:

She made her way over to the table with the most adorable smile. She sat down next to me as my friends Rachel, Finn, Mercedes, and Noah marveled at her. I introduced them and Noah had his eyes on her the whole time we ate. I heard Santana laughing and I looked over to see her wiping ketchup from Noah's face. They laughed and joked around. I looked at Quinn and she gave me the same look.

"Hey Noah, what happened to Michelle?" Quinn asked and she ate her burger.

"Oh, uh," He looked at Santana, "We broke up. So yeah." He smiled at her.

"What was that, the fourth girl this week?" We all ooh-ed as Noah chuckled.

"Shouldn't I be asking you the same, Gaybray?" Santana looked confused as we all laughed.

"Doesn't it make you sad though?" Quinn smirked, "I get more pussy than you and I don't even have to try." I looked over at Rachel who looked uncomfortable with the subject. Santana had an expression that looked like she was slowly putting the pieces together.

"Yeah, yeah…" Noah rolled his eyes, "So, Santana, what can you tell us about yourself?" She froze and cleared her throat.

"Well, I like the color blue and food." She furrowed her brows together as she tried to figure out a way to describe herself.

"You like Death Cab." I chimed in, and smiled. She smiled back and nodded.

"That too." She laughed.

"What's your favorite movie?" Mercedes asked.

"The Notebook." We all chuckled at her answer but she just shrugged. I didn't take her for the sappy romance type.

"Celebrity crush?" Rachel questioned.

"Mila Kunis." We weren't sure whether or not that was a joke or not. She didn't laugh and she looked panicked as she looked down.

"Mine too!" Finn yelled as Rachel slapped his arm. "I mean, psh, Rachel's the only girl for me." He rolled his eyes.

"Hold up, you're a lesbian?" Sam asked, eyes wide. My eyes widened slowly at the possibility also. I mean, I wouldn't mind if she was, honestly. I wouldn't mind the slightest bit.

"I knew it!" Quinn yelled before Santana even answered. "Sorry, I just have an awesome gaydar and in the room-"

"This is awesome." Sam smiled wider as he looked at Quinn and Santana.

"Dude, stop." Santana told him. "That's not gonna happen. No offense Quinn."

"Oh, none taken." Quinn glanced at Rachel then smiled at me. Quinn really does have an awesome gaydar. She figured me out before I even did. It's not like it's a big secret around here, but I'm bisexual. My mom doesn't make a big deal because I've only been with one girl, but still. She saw me looking at Santana earlier and I know that I might end up liking her, but I don't want to force anything.

"Why are there so many gays in this damn town?" Noah said, probably bitter at the fact that Santana was officially off limits for him.

"How many more are there?" Santana asked, glancing at me. Did she get the same vibe from me or was she secretly hoping that I was into her? Stop thinking Brittany.

"Well, there's Kurt, Blaine, Quinn, and Brittany's bisexual if that counts." Mercedes answered, "and now you!" She smiled.

"I'm now an honorary member of the gay squad." Santana smiled and continued to eat as we all laughed, well Noah didn't laugh, but oh well.

My friends went home, all except Quinn, and we headed to my room. Quinn took off her shirt and revealed her swimsuit top.

"Britt, I'm breaking in the hot tub tonight." She said as she shimmied off her shorts. That wouldn't be a bad idea. I looked over at Santana and I thought about what she would look like in a bikini. "Santana, did you bring a bathing suit?" Quinn shattered my sweet daydream.

"Oh, yeah but I left it in the truck. I'll be right back." She made her way out of my room and Quinn threw my swimsuit at me.

"Hey, so are you two gonna make out anytime soon?" Quinn laughed.

"Quinn!" I made my way to my bathroom to change.

"Oh please, I see the way you look at her." Was I that obvious? "She's been looking at you the same way, you know…" I heard the smile in her voice as she said it. I smiled to myself too as she said it.

"Well, she is hot!" I yelled back to Quinn but she didn't reply. I opened the door, dressed in my suit. I saw Santana leaning against the wall next to the door with a smirk. My face felt hot as I realized what I just shouted. She was still smirking when I sat down on my bed.

"I'm just gonna go change now, hot stuff." She winked at me as she disappeared through the door. I buried my face in my pillows as Quinn laughed hysterically.

"Man, this chick is awesome." Quinn jumped up and out of the room. I waited for Santana to come out of the bathroom. I adjusted my turquoise bikini a little. The door opened and she came out in a hot pink swimsuit. Her boobs looked awesome… I mean… nope, I definitely meant her boobs. They looked great.

"I love hot tubs!" She ran out of the room excited. I laughed and followed.