Hey guys! Really sorry for the late update, I've just gotten back home from a vacay so that kinda explains why I'm tanner and there wasn't any internet there and I didn't bring my laptop (stupid, I know) but here's Brittany! Thank you everyone for reading and reviewing Puck's.

Brittany

Brittany is Santana's and Santana is Brittany's.

She remembers the times they've fought, the times they've acted like fools with each other without a care in the world, the times they've kissed and it was just memories that she'll never not remember. Though they've slept with each other numerous of times, both couldn't deny that they should just keep on being best friends and how they both wanted different people.

As Santana's best friend, Brittany obviously could read her like a book – a book with bright colorful pictures. Brittany may not be as smart as the others in her class but she's very very smart at reading people. Santana had said that it was because she saw the world in a different way – an innocent, flimsy way.

So, when she knew Santana liked Rachel and vice versa, she didn't have a problem with it (why would she, honestly?). Instead, she gushed on how cute they would be if they were together.

"Saaaaaan," Brittany whined like a little child as she strolled into her best friend's room, making the Latina on the bed rolled her eyes and looked up to her best friend. "You guys are so cute together!"

Santana stared at the tall blonde with a confused look on her face. It wasn't the first time Brittany would come up with the most random topics and honestly, Santana really don't understand why she would do that and confuse the hell out of her. "What are you talking about, B?"

"Duh, you and Rachel!" she exclaimed in a matter-of-fact tone. "You guys are cute together,"

"What about me and the hobbit?" she spat out, trying to push down the guilt she was feeling when she called Rachel crude names especially when they were friends. Wait, no, acquaintances.

Giving the Latina a pointed look and a knowing grin, she told her. "You like Rachel, S,"

Blinking rapidly, Santana tried to process what her best friend had said. "No, I don't!" she cried a little too quick and loud. "I don't like Manhands!"

"Stop denying it, San," Brittany scolded, rolling her eyes and shaking her head in disbelief. It was typically Santana. She doesn't do feelings at all, let alone talk about it. Whenever Brittany tried to get her to talk, the Latina would either tuned out or shut Brittany up by kissing her firmly on the lips.

"But it's the truth!" she shrieked in exasperation, hands waving up in the air. "I don't like Yentle!"

Pushing down the urge to roll her eyes yet again, Brittany could only sat down on the bed next to the Latina and reached out to pull the hands of Santana Lopez from where her arms were crossed and started to massage them. It was one of the things that were able to let Santana relax and she was right because the Latina's shoulders relaxed and her eyes softened. "San, you do like Rachel," she held up a finger as her best friend had started to open her mouth in protest. "I know you do. You don't want to like Rachel but you do. You think she's obnoxious and loud and sometimes, crazy but you also think that she's really pretty and has a good heart. And you like that about her,"

Santana let out a heavy sigh. She really couldn't lie to her best friend even though she was lying to herself. Everything Brittany said was the truth and really, Santana couldn't put it any better.

"But don't worry, San. Rachel likes you too," she heard what Brittany said and almost did a double take.

"W-what?" she spluttered out, confused on why the tiny diva would like her considering she had made her life a living hell. "Why would she?"

Brittany could only roll her eyes and sigh in exhaustion. Really, how can people not see everything especially if it's in front of them? And Brittany thought that she was the stupid one. "S, Rachy likes you for a long time now. I don't know when it started but she's unicorn just like you, Santana!" Before Santana knew it, she was being dragged by the tall blonde from the bed and cursed herself for being shorter and weaker than Brittany because damn, Brittany is seriously strong. Her brows knit in confusion when she was being dragged outside and into the streets. She was about to ask the tall blonde where the hell were they going when a car came out of nowhere and she was pushed into it once the door was opened.

Santana growled in response as she hit the car seat face flat. "What the fuck, Britt?" She turned her head and looked up only to see a mohawked boy looking at her with a peculiar expression – it was a mixed of nervousness and slight disbelief. She began to wonder what could have caused Puck to become nervous because she's never seen the boy nervous before darkness filled in her surroundings and felt something like cotton on her eyes and a handcuff over her wrists.

"Sorry San," Puck had muttered before the Latina could even scream in frustration. "We're gonna do something you're so scared of doing," Santana wanted to ask what had the boy meant otherwise she was about to go all Lima Heights on him because Santana Lopez just doesn't do blindfolds so she started growling loudly, demanding what the hell were they doing and that this could be consider as kidnapping.

Brittany had been in the passenger seat the whole time and tried to ignore her friend's furious protests. It wasn't until they had reached halfway their other destination had she told Santana to shut the hell up in an innocent yet strong way. And it worked, the Latina stayed silent; perhaps thinking where were they going or was that really her best friend talking.

"Do it now, Puck," Santana heard Brittany said and was about to question it not before hearing that something was sprayed into the air and her mind was suddenly getting cloudy. Guilt began to wash over Brittany as her eyes settled on the unconscious body of Santana Lopez. She looked up to see Puck, who was wearing a white mask, almost having the same expression as her but it was only for a second. Even Brittany wasn't sure if the look of guilt was even there on the boy's face or it was just her imagination.

If Santana knew what Brittany had planned, with the help of Puck, of course, Santana would probably run away after she had finish screaming and protesting but mostly, screaming in fury and probably punch something hard, like a locker but there weren't any lockers here, fortunately. Brittany grabbed Santana gently, hooked one of her arms around Santana's knees and one on her back and carried her into the driveway of the Berry's once they had finally arrived at their destination.

Rachel had given the tall blonde a spare key to stop her from going into her bedroom via window. Something about Brittany going into her house uninvited is simply frightening and something something – Brittany wasn't really listening to Rachel's rambles because it was more of a lullaby that sort of put her to sleep.

Taking out the spare key Rachel had given her from her front pocket of her jeans, Brittany unlocked the door and turned the knob quietly – she knew Rachel was sleeping at this late hour. She had somehow managed to open the door and slipped into it with Santana without dropping the Latina. Luckily for her, Santana didn't weigh much. She took a right into the living room before dropping the Latina on the red sofa bed and did a few stretches. She then quickly picked her best friend up and slung her over her shoulder, as if she was a backpack so Brittany was holding Santana's thighs in place while Santana's arms lay helplessly behind her back. The duo quietly made their way to the young diva's room (the one with the huge gold star on the door – duh) after ascending the flight of stairs. Brittany's shoulder was starting to ache so she hurriedly pushed open Rachel's bedroom door and tiptoed in, careful to not make any noise. She knows that Rachel is a deep sleeper but she's still afraid of waking her up because Rachel can really get grumpy when she doesn't get her full 8 hours of sleep.

Brittany gently settled Santana down on the other side of Rachel's enormous bed and took Santana's arms to place them around Rachel's waist so it looked like they were almost spooning which caused Rachel to stir in her sleep and let out a soft whimper. Brittany couldn't help the grin that had suddenly appeared on her face – they were so adorable together! A devious idea suddenly came up and she thought, A perfect way to get Santana back.

She made her way towards the nightstand next to Rachel's bed and rummaged through the contents of a drawer until she had found what she was looking for – a pencil box full of Sharpies. She's suddenly grateful that she bought Rachel these things and the young diva never threw them away – it was a small gesture that made Brittany smile happily because, really, no one would appreciate her gifts with the exception of Santana, Rachel and Quinn (occasionally) of course.

Although her main art is mostly dancing, she is still fascinated with other types of art especially drawing and painting. It's just like dancing because drawing and painting is just another way to express yourself; your feelings without being judge or being teased about it. It's one of the things that make the world beautiful, even Santana had said so. She took out her favorite colors – pink, green, purple – and began drawing on Santana's face, beginning with her forehead to her nose and finally, to the corners of her mouth. Elated at her drawing on her best friend's face aka her revenge (because Santana had drawn on her face before during a slumber party at Quinn's), she barely hesitated when she hovered above Rachel. Shrugging like there wasn't a care in the world, she too began drawing shapes and circles on Rachel.

Grinning smugly at both Santana and Rachel, Brittany quickly whipped her phone out of her back pocket, took some pictures of them (so cute!) from different angles and texted a certain mohawked boy. They'll so be in trouble the next morning but hey, the trouble is worth it if these two of the most stubborn people in the world could finally see their feelings for each other. And the childish drawings on their faces.

Mission accomplished, Puck.