Alright lovelies, I thought I'd be nice and give a little thanksgiving present to you all. Buuut in return I'd like some reviewwws pleaaase. It is thanksgiving afffter all (at least in the states) so any little comment or suggestions helps and will get a response from me.

Disclaimer: Yerp. The thing I said before.

REVIEWER:

BreakYourHeart: Ah, loyal reviewer. Of course I started a new Brittana story, with all this new stuff going on I'd be crey not to. And santana is a basketball cheerleader BUT there is more to her story than just that, so bear with the idea. Glad you like the college and the tango stuff. I figured Santana was serious enough for that, plus Britt can daaaance and show her a few moves, if ya know what I mean. I'll see how much I can write, I don't think I could do 100 chapters I mean the most I've done so far was 45 and that was on Spashley stories and sequels. I dunnnoooo.

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Meeting the Source

Britt's POV

"Seriously, stop being creepy and show yourself! I'm from Lima Heights Adjacent bitch, bad things happen there. Costas malas!" She says still searching and walking towards my direction. I take a deep breath and step forward.

"Hi." I say and she jumps as her head spins towards me. Wow, she's even more beautiful up close. Those chocolate eyes, raven hair and caramel skin glowing in the dance room light is breathtaking. "I, um, sorry that I was listening, I was just practicing and I heard your voice, which is really good by the way, and I just wanted to see what was going on and then-"

"Okay, Okay, rambles. Put your eyes back in your head and close your mouth. I get it. Just don't do it again and we'll be good, okay?" She narrows her eyes, seizing me up a bit. "So, who are you anyways?"

"Oh, I'm Brittany!" I reply enthusiastically.

She smirks and says snidely, "Of course you are." I scrunch my eyebrows together. Was that supposed to be an insult? "I'm Santana, HBIC of the basketball cheerleaders at this school as well as the singers." She has this alluring air of confidence, definite sex appeal. "So keep out of my way with your little dancing and we'll be alright." She turns away from me.

"It looked like you were struggling with that tango." She freezes. I suppose no one ever had the guts to point out her faults that weren't a teacher or coach.

"Yeah? So what." Santana continues packing up her stuff, shoving things roughly into her bag.

"So, I've won a competitive ballroom competition, I could help."

Santana gets up off the floor and forcefully slings her bag over her shoulder and looks at me suspiciously with narrowed eyes, "And why would you do that? You don't even know me." I don't even know. I just want to get to know you more. I open my mouth to try to say something but she continues. "You know what? No, I'll figure it out by myself. I don't need your stalkery help, now if you'll excuse me; I've got someplace to be." She shoves past me and I feel the phone in my pocket vibrate. I take it out and read the text from Quinn.

Hey Britt, you didn't answer your phone so you must still be at the dance studio. Rachel and I wanted to ask you if you wanted to grab dinner. Just something casual, nothing big. We've got our friend that you haven't met yet coming as well. We'll probably leave around 7-ish. Text me back.- Q

My stomach growls and I figure why not, I could go for food and hopefully their friend is nice. I send Quinn a quick text back telling her I'll meet her at the room so we all can go and I hurry back to the dorm.

When I reach the room, I toss my bag onto my bed and look through my closet for something suitable for a casual dinner. I hurry into the bathroom for a quick shower and to help process everything that's happened today. I met a nice new friend and then met a…an acquaintance? Frenemy? Enemy? I don't know how to categorize Santana just yet, but something about her made me want to get closer to her, hence the stupid offer of teaching her something. Pft, lame, Britt, lame. She's probably not even into girls. With a body like that she probably has guys at her disposal 24/7.

I walk out of the shower and into my room in only a towel when our room door opens. "Hey Q, are you-" I freeze and see a shocked Santana from before out of her dance clothes and in tight skinny jeans and a v-neck t-shirt. I'm not quite sure if she registers who I am yet. "Oh uh, I'm sorry I was just-"

"Looking for Quinn?" Her eye brows scrunch together. "She's my roommate. And you must be the nameless friend she talks about."

"Oh, you're that Brittany. Small world." She muses as her eyes look at me up and down. Okay, so definitely not straight by that hungry look.

"Uh, yeah. Could you maybe close the door and turn around or wait outside or something? I'm kind of getting dressed." I see a slight hint of red cross her cheeks.

"Oh yeah, sorry." She closes the door and turns around, back facing me as I pull on all of my necessary clothes. "Listen, I'm sorry about earlier. I really didn't have a reason to snap at you like that. It was flattering that you thought I was so good that you had to figure out what was going on. You have to understand that I felt threatened." Threatened? By me? I comb through my messy hair and put it up. "You seemed like such a dancer just by the way you carried yourself and I was just me, a girl who was doing a half-assed tango, and once you pointed that out to me I struck out at you. And for that I'm sorry."

"You wanna hear something funny, San?" I face her to see her back still turned to me. I chuckle to myself. "Well first you can turn around." She turns to me and I see a smirk form on her face from the use of her nicname. "The noise that you heard that alerted you that I was watching was Quinn inviting me to dinner tonight."

She chuckles, "Really? Q always was a meddler. Now she just does it without trying, must be some sort of Quinn-tuistion." I nod and laugh. She's really not so bad. "So can we start over? I'd like to get to know you better, Britt."

I nod, "Yeah, one second." I walk out of the room and come back in with a perplexed Santana looking at me. "Oh hi. I'm Brittany and I'm sorry to interrupt but I heard you singing and it was so beautiful that I came to check it out." I extend a hand which she takes it chuckling. A jolt of energy shoots through my arm as our hands touch for the first time.

"I'm Santana. Glad you enjoyed the show." She says with that husky Latina voice of hers and winks at me. I feel a blush rise to my face.

"Hey B-Oh." Quinn walks in with Rachel in tow and looks at our linked hands. "You two have already met."

"Yeah, we kind of have." Santana and I share a look that conveys more than we're telling her as we drop our hands back to our sides.

"Good. Well then, let's get going shall we? I'm utterly famished." Rachel pipes up with a smile.

"Whatever you say, short stuff." Santana muses playfully. I've had enough surprises for one night; unfortunately this night has only begun. We'll see what happens at dinner and what embarrassing stories I can get out of these three on each other.