So I realized that incorporating the Glee Club's assignments meant that this is going to be a Songfic. And no offense to anyone who writes/reads those, but I hate them. So that idea is a no-go. I know a few people have read this, but I would love to see a review!

"You ready to go?" I asked the perky blonde as I approached her at her locker. She was with him again.

"Give me a second?" she asked, wanting to say goodbye to Artie before leaving. I nodded, stepping back so that they could have some room to do their sappy goodbyes and "I love you"s.

It was gross. It took all of my self control not to gag. Whatever. If Wheels wasn't getting in the way of my Brittany time, then I didn't really care if he took awhile to say goodbye to her.

My phone buzzed. Hey baby. You ready for the time of your life? ;)

I groaned. Puckerman. Typical. I had almost completely forgotten about our date later tonight. It didn't matter though, Britt always came first.

Change of plans. I can't make it tonight.

And with that last text, I turned my phone off, ready to dedicate myself to the true love of my life. She smiled at me cheerfully. "Let's go, San!"

I chuckled, linking my arm with hers as we strode out to my car together.

Once we arrived at Breadstix, the waiter seated us at a booth. We slid in across from each other. I ached to be sitting next to her, but settled for just brushing my feet against hers from under the table.

As we chowed down, nothing else mattered but the gorgeous girl chomping down on her breadsticks in front of me. I smiled dreamily at her, knowing that she wouldn't judge me for being weak.

"What?" she asked, her brow furrowing in the cutest way. She had a salad dressing mustache.

I laughed a heavy laugh, shaking my head as I leaned over the table to wipe it off with my thumb.

Her cheeks turned bright pink, "Thanks," she murmured, looking anywhere but straight at me.

I reached across the table to place my hand on top of her, curling my fingers around her hand and rubbing small circles on the back of it.

"Want to bail?" I suggested, starting to feel uncomfortable from the stares of the people around us.

She bobbed her head up and down a few times, and after leaving a twenty on the table, we shimmied out of the restaurant.

We got back to Brittany's house, and after looking at the windows, determined that her parents were still out. I grinned inwardly, knowing what that entailed.

I felt a pinky hook through mine, and was so used to the feeling it brought that I didn't even look down.

"Is this okay now, San?" she asked sweetly, wanting to make sure that I was comfortable.

I grinned, leaning forward slightly to press my lips to her warm, rosy cheeks. "I think it's better than okay."

"Good." she returned my grin, following it up by asking, "Can we watch the Notebook?"

"Well, duh. I mean what else are we going to do?" I shook my head jokingly, wondering why life couldn't be this simple for me too.

She dragged me upstairs to her room, and let go of my pinky for a second to fish around for the movie.

Her room looked like the room of a seven year old girl's. But it was absolutely perfect. It was Disney princess themed, the whole thing glittering and glowing with pink. Her bedspread was the only thing that distinguished it from that of a young girl's. It was cheetah print, Brittany always said that it made her feel like a cheetah was protecting her when she slept.

I felt a plop next to me, and turned to face her. "Mind if I change out of my Cheerios uniform?" I asked, already reaching behind my neck to unzip it.

"I probably should too. I wanna get my jammies on," I smiled, turning around and moving my hair out of the way so that she could unzip it.

I did the same for her, and we pulled our tops off. I wiggled out of my skirt as well, not being able to stop myself from checking Brittany out.

I looked away before she could see me, and scoured my bag for my silky pajamas that I had brought.

"Look, Santana! We're matching!" Brittany exclaimed, putting on her pink version of the red pajamas I was wearing. We had bought them together a few months ago, promising each other that we would reserve them for when we had sleepovers.

"You bet we are, Britt. I never wear these except for when I'm with you," I responded, speaking the truth. Puckerman had once spotted them in my room, and tried to get me to wear them, but I refused, keeping my word to Brittany.

By this point, she had already popped the DvD into the t.v and the movie had started. We both jumped into her bed, intertwining our legs and lacing our hands together. Cuddling with her felt right, and didn't even compare to any time that a guy had touched me.

But that was just because it was Brittany, and we had been doing this for so long. That's all. I couldn't have her. So why develop those sort of feelings if she won't be able to return them? I shouldn't.

"I love this part!" Brittany squealed, an ear to ear smile breaking across her face. "I want to be kissed in the rain one day. Wouldn't that be awesome?"

I agreed with her, "Definitely." My mind began to imagine feeling her soft lips on top of mine as we kissed the night away during the pouring rain. I knew it could never happen of course. Even if she did dump her dork, we wouldn't be able to kiss like that in public. Unless we snuck out really late at night, but someone might still see us if we did that.

She was staring at me when I looked over at her. "I kind of want to kiss you right now." she said slowly, letting the thought sink in. "And it wouldn't be cheating because you're a girl, right?"

She was so innocent and sweet. What the hell was wrong with me? I ruined Brittany's morals constantly, but of course I couldn't help myself. "Those are the rules."

She giggled, planting her lips on mine. It felt like every single Friday night that we spent together was spent kissing and cuddling. I couldn't imagine a better night.

I didn't want all of those horny boys all over me anymore. I mean, of course I still had sex with them and everything, but that was only to keep up my reputation. If anyone found out that I was gay, they would harass me so bad I would have to leave the school. So it had to be kept a secret. Nobody but Brittany knew about my true feelings, and I had managed to keep her sheltered from how wrong what we were doing was.

My thoughts of regret vanished as she pushed me down on her bed and hovered above me. Her soft lips moved with mine, perfectly molding in a way that nobody else's ever had. I doubt she felt the same way. Knowing Brit, she was probably thinking about Artie, or something like that.

I shook the image of them kissing out of my mind, and instead concentrated on moving my hands up and down her arms lovingly.

She pulled away for a second, thinking hard, her face squishing up in confusion again.

"What's wrong, Britt Britt?" I asked gently, sitting up and caressing her face lightly with the palm of my hand.

"Why didn't Allie have a best friend?" she asked, confused again. It took me a second to realize that she was talking about the movie that was still playing behind her.

I tried to refresh my brain on the plot of the movie, searching through to attempt to find Allie's best friend. Brittany was right; Allie didn't have one.

"Huh. I don't know. I guess Noah was all she needed," I replied slowly, hoping that she wouldn't get the wrong idea.

"That's how me and Allie are different," she started. "'Cause I need you in my life."

I couldn't suppress my grin as I tackled her in a hug. "Well that's good. 'Cause I need you in mine too."

I kissed the tip of her nose, causing her to giggle. She snuggled into my neck, leaving a breathy kiss before turning her head to watch the rest of the movie.

This seems to be an appropriate spot to stop. Sorry it's still short, but it's longer than the last one. Please please please review. Just take 2 seconds. Thanks for reading!