Sam hadn't heard a word out of Santana's mouth since Brittany's name popped up one his Blackberry. He was in a dreamy trance, thinking of golden hair, blue eyes, and a body that made lesser men have to resort to the "mailman" or Beiste. Honestly, he was surprised she wasn't swearing at him in Spanish or something... But Santana was Santana. Only interested in herself. Talking on and on.

The only time she managed to get his attention was when he heard "blah blah blah BRITT-BRITT blah blah blah". He could not believe how head over heels he was for this girl. The best friend of his current girlfriend.

By the time his truck pulled up in front of San's house to drop her off after Breadstix, Sam could hardly bear to leave his text unread any longer. Santana pushed her face towards his waiting for a kiss goodnight, and when he made no advances stormed off towards her door angrily. Before her door could even slam shut, his truck was halfway down the street.

He flung the front door open hastily, ran past his parents and up to his room, where he locked the door and yanked his phone out of his pants excitedly. He read the message to himself, and was not sure to make of the text right away. But it mentioned his smile. And butterflies? But his smile. Maybe she meant that she knows how he feels about her? He had to find out.

He texted back, "Hey Britt! Of course I remember you... Anyway. Sorry it took me so long to respond, but you wanted to talk?" And with a smirk, he set his phone on his night stand. It was late so he peeled off his shirt revealing the most perfect set of abs, and Unzipped and stepped out of his jeans. Boxer-brief clad, he slumped onto his bed, hoping he'd hear that phone buzz again.

Brittany had closed her eyes for just a second, and that second turned into a couple hours. She awoke from her face-down slumber when her phone vibrated underneath her chest. She then remembered texting Sam before she fell asleep and was hoping maybe, just maybe, this could be him.

Sure enough her phone lit up with the name "Sam Evans, 1 new message."

As she read through the text several times, she tried to think of what to say next. She didn't want him to think she was stupid.

Britt settled for a simple, "Yeah, hey! How was Breadstix?"

After a short pause, he responded back, "Better once you texted."

Brittany's cheeks flushed the brightest shade of red and she couldn't control her smile. "Look, Sam... I don't know how to say this because it's kind of confusing, but you smile at me and my tummy turns to butterflies." Message sent. Uh-oh. No turning back now.

But after a very quick few seconds, Sam replied, "I know, B, I feel it too." And Brittany's heart began to beat really fast.

"Can I see you tomorrow, Sam. I just have to! :)"

"Yeah, but Santana can't know. Meet me in the choir room after school."

"I'll be waiting for you." Britt couldn't hold back her excitement, but she knew he was right. Santana could not know. Not now. Maybe not ever? Britt snuggled up with Lord Tubbington, though he took up too much of the bed, and was a cover hog. She fell asleep dreaming of Sam's adorable smile.

_(this is where it gets dirty guys, if you want to skip it, feel free)

Sam could not fall asleep. Brittany's last text "I'll be waiting for you." had turned him on in a way he never felt with Quinn or Santana. Of course he wanted to have sex with them, but this was a new sensation entirely. It was a need. A fire, burning inside of him. He had to let it out.

He was not proud of it, but he kept a ton of glee club photos in a box under his bed. He loved Glee and the photos, but his reputation made him hide them all away. He didn't know which part he was ashamed of, really... the fact that he had the photos or the fact that his pride made hi hide them.

He opened the box carefully, and because he was a bit meticulous, they were carefully filed, so he slipped his hand directly toward the few photos he needed.

He placed the pictures carefully on the bed in front of him, keeping one in his hand. This first picture picture was from several weeks ago, when the Glee Club had done Britney Spears numbers. It was from the song "I'm a Slave 4 U" which Britt had performed as a solo. She looked amazing in her costume, (better than Britney Spears, in Sam's opinion), and he remembered being entranced by her body.

Sam slid his boxers off, double checked that the door was locked, and used the picture and his imagination, to pretend it was Britt's hand on him and not his own.

Sam fell asleep that night feeling more satisfied than he could ever recall.

Brittany tapped her foot impatiently, sitting in her spot in the choir room, which was completely empty. She was in the middle of wondering where Brad, the pianist, was... didn't he live here? when Sam walked through the door.

He pulled Britt into a big hug, which she didn't expect, and when he released her, she nearly fell back into her chair.

"Hi," she breathed almost inaudibly.

"Hey you," he said back, grinning. And suddenly their lips were crashing together frantically. Visions of Rachel's house party and spin-the-bottle were flying through her head, but there was no bottle, and no audience. Brittany didn't know how it started, but she knew she didn't want it to stop.

She only pulled away when Sam mumbled "Wait."

Brittany's face fell. She assumed she had pushed Sam too far. Crossed a line. But Sam was still smiling. Then he laughed, and she laughed with him, and she felt like she was home.

Sam sighed and said, "You know what I have to do now, right?"

"Take of your clothes?"

Sam couldn't hold back a smile, but he shook his head no. "No, B, I have to break up with Santana."

Brittany sighed then, and tilted her head, looking at Sam with concern. "Are you sure that's what you want?"

"B, I knew that kiss at Rachel's meant something. I just knew. And I know that this, here... this meant something too. I've never really felt like this before. All I know is, being with Santana means this can't happen again. And I need it to happen again."

Brittany threw her arms around him and breathed, "I need it too," into his ear. Her hot breath on his skin conjured images of his activities last night, and though he was embarrassed, he was pretty sure tonight was going to be round 2.

Brittany watched him leave the room in silence. She could not believe that Sam was actually going to risk his life breaking up with Santana, in order to be with her.

Sam's hands shook as he pulled up to her house. He approached the door cautiously, and knocked. His Latina girlfriend opened the door and saw the fear in his eyes, as Sam said the words, "We need to talk."