I don't even know why I'm in this class. Spanish is my first language besides English so you would think it'd be stupid to take a Spanish class, right?

Yeah, that's what I thought, too.

My parents practically forced me to take this course, even when I argued the fact that I'm already more than fluent in the language so there would really be no point in taking it.

Yet even with no point of having this course in my schedule, here I am. Last period. Spanish class. Sitting at the back of the room with my head resting on my hand. Watching Brittany as she listens to whatever the hell Mr. Schue is talking about. Just by seeing how her eyes are squinted, her brows are furrowed together and her tongue is poked out the tiniest bit between her lips I can tell she's really concentrated.

Every so often she looks down at her page to write something then looks back up to the front of the class to listen to Mr. Schue mispronounce words and get translations wrong. As she goes to look back up from writing, she pauses and turns her head to the side a bit, catching my eyes.

I feel my face heat up because shit, she just caught me staring at her. But while I expect her to give me a creeped out look, she smiles at me then looks to the front again.

I smile back and decide to do the same. Sure, getting caught watching her once wasn't weird by her standards, but a second time is definitely pushing borderline creep.

When this semester first started, I was constantly corrected Mr. Schue in all his mistakes, which took up most of the class, and had to explain several times why I was even here. But now I don't even care anymore. I hate pretty much everyone in this class so who cares if they fail because of his bad teaching?

Well, I hate everyone except Brittany and I'll always just help her with her homework when she comes over tonight.

After school homework help study sessions - the only real reason I love Thursdays. Every Thursday since me and Brittany became friends, she's been coming over to my house and we do our homework together. Most of the time it's either me teaching her the material or doing it for her but it's still nice.

I look at the clock on the wall by the door and see there's only 5 minutes left of class, thank god. I'm starting not to be able to handle one more second of Mr. Schue's terrible Spanish accent.

I start packing up, putting my pencil into my bag and getting my books together, and within seconds I hear shuffling a few desks over. I look to my left and sure enough Brittany is doing the same. She's even already zipping up her bag that's resting on her lap. I smile at the fact that the only reason she packed up was because I did before continuing putting my books into my bag.

The bell rings and I stand up to walk over to Brittany's desk. She's already pushing her chair in and when she sees me she smiles. I automatically smile back.

"Hey," she greets, fixing the shoulder straps of her bag. I look at her movement knowingly because I know exactly why she's doing that. No one else would realize she does that because she hates when one side of her bag feels tighter or heavier than the other. They both need to be perfectly balanced or else it bothers her. No one except me knows that because unlike everyone else, I pay attention to her little quirks.

"Hi," I say back, smiling up at her. "You ready to go?"

Brittany nods and holds out her pinky for me to take. Smiling even bigger, I wrap my pinky around hers, giving it a light squeeze before beginning to walk out of the class with her. When I feel her squeeze my pinky back after a few seconds my heart flutters.

It's quiet as we walk, but it's not one of those awkward silences. We never have those, it's always a nice comfortable quiet if neither of us are talking. We're almost halfway to her locker when she starts swinging her arm a little. I look down at the space between our bodies, watching my hand follows hers as she guides the swing, then look up to her face where she's wearing a cute, playful smile. I chuckle under my breath but don't say anything.

We're nearly at our lockers when Brittany finally talks.

"So there's a party this Friday," she says, looking ahead of her. I don't say anything so she continues. "It's at Anthony's house. There's a big game after school tomorrow and he's really sure they're going to win so he's having a huge celebration party at his house afterwards."

I roll my eyes, hoping Brittany doesn't see, and take a breath in. I hate having to be happy and excited for her about things that have to do with that freaking Jughead. "That's cool," I comment, standing beside her when we finally get to her locker. Reluctantly her pinky has to leave mine in order to dial in her combination and I frown at how cold it feels now. "So I'm guessing you're going?"

Brittany nods distantly as she looks into her locker, most likely trying to remember what books to take home for her homework. A few more seconds pass before she reaches in and pulls out her Biology binder and speaks.

"I have to, he's my boyfriend. Wouldn't it be weird if the quarterbacks girlfriend wasn't at his party?" she asks, looking at me almost uncertainly like I was supposed to give her the right answer.

As much as I want to say, 'Uhhh…no! You don't!' I know I can't. So I settle for, "Yeah, makes sense," and turn to look down the hall, watching all the students of McKinley pushing and shoving each other like animals. Everyone trying to get to their lockers.

"Do you wanna come?"

I turn back to Brittany and give her a half confused and half almost surprised look. "Come where?" I ask. I know she's talking about Anthony's party but maybe she secretly mentioned something that I didn't hear?

Brittany smiles and closes her locker. "To the party, silly. Anthony said I could invite someone if I wanted to and I wanted to invite you. I mean, when's the last time you went to a party, Santana?" she asks and I shift uncomfortably.

Parties were never my thing. They were always too loud, too many people, and everyone was either drunk and falling over or making out. Definitely not my kind of scene.

"Uhh…" I'm trying to remember the last time but it's honestly been so long. Luckily Brittany cuts me off so I don't need to think about it anymore.

"Exactly!" she almost shouts, grabbing my pinky again with hers and she stars walking to the exit of the school. "I think it could be good for you. You hardly ever go out. And when you do it's never actually going out, like to a party or something."

"I don't know, Britt.." I say hesitantly. I really don't want to go, especially since it's Anthony's party. But then again I don't want to make Brittany sad by not going.

Brittany quickly walks ahead and steps in front of me, effectively making me stop walking and look up into her crystal blue eyes. "Please, San? For me?" she asks, or more so begs, pouting her bottom lip out. God, she looks so fucking adorable right now. I love when she pouts; her lips are just so goddamn kissable.

I shake my head quickly to clear all thoughts of kissing Brittany because for a second I actually almost began leaning in and look back up at her. Our eyes hold contact for what seemed like minutes before I sigh and my shoulders slouch. "Fine. I'll come."

Brittany squeals and pulls me into a tight hug, screaming, "Thank you! You're the best!" in my ear.

As much as I should be upset for having to go to this stupid party now, I simply can't be. Not with Brittany being so happy about. Not with her giving me a bone crushing hug right now. And not with the fact that I can feel her boobs pressed against mine and her breath against my ear..

She pulls back just in time and I let out an airy giggle of relief. My pinky finds hers again and we continue walking.

All the way to my car, Brittany tells me every detail I need to know about the party. Where Anthony's house is, what time it starts, when it will end, stuff like that.

By the time we're sitting in my 2011 dodge charger I'm surprised she even has any voice left. She finishes her last sentence as I turn the car on and feel it rumble to life. Looking in my rear view mirror, I put the gear shift in reverse and I'm about to pull out just as Brittany says, "I'm really happy you're coming."

I turn my head to look at her. She has the biggest grin on her face and her eyes are basically screaming with excitement, if that's even possible. I smile after a few seconds.

"Yeah, me too."

We're in my bedroom now. I'm sitting at my desk finishing up my last math question for homework, and even though Brittany said she's laying on my bed working on her Spanish, I know she's not. I can hear her moving to the music that's playing from my iPod and I know she's dancing.

I write the final result of the equation I was working on and with a sigh I slam my book closed. I turn around in my chair just in time to see Brittany finishing her jump onto my bed and looking like she's been lying there the whole time. I roll my eyes at how cute she is and get up.

"You almost finished?" I ask, sitting down on the edge of my bed, seeing that she doesn't have really anything written down at her paper.

Brittany looks up quickly and covers the page with her arms. "Yup! Yeah, almost," she says, her breathing still a bit heavy.

I give her an amused smile that says, 'I know you're lying' before really saying, "I know you were dancing and not doing your work."

Brittany frowns and sits up on my bed. "It's just too hard," she tries to rationalize. "Plus, how can I do homework when there's a party tomorrow?" she adds with more enthusiasm in her voice.

"Britt, I know you're excited but you gotta finish your homework, okay?" I give her a stern but soft look. She simply nods at me and I smile. "Good. Now is there anything you need help with? I know how shitty of a Spanish teacher Mr. Schue is."

Brittany looks down at her books then at me. "Yeah, he's not that good. But can we take a break first?"

I want to reason that she was just taking a break by dancing but I can't say no to her. "Sure. Just a little break though, then it's back to homework. Deal?"

"Deal!" Brittany says, giving me a wide smile.

I get off my bed and walk over to my desk to put my books into my bag. "So, what do you wanna do while you're taking a break?" I ask, leaning back against my desk looking at her.

Brittany thinks for all of three seconds before shrugging. "I don't know, let's just talk. What are you gonna wear to the party?" she asks, turning her body to sit facing me.

I crinkle my nose and sigh, I hadn't even thought of that yet. "Not sure, probably just a pair of jeans and a tank?" I ask more than state. I don't go to parties do I have no idea how to dress for one.

"You can't wear that to a party!" she says like it was obvious, getting up and walking over to my closet. "You have to wear something hot. Like a skirt or a dress." She opens my closet door and I walk over to it as well, trying to see what she's doing.

She pushes aside a few hangers before turning around to face me. "Where's that dress you wore to my birthday last year?"

"The red one?" I ask for clarification, trying to imagine which one she's talking about.

"Mhm, that one! You have to wear that to the party, where is it?" she asks, looking back into my closet to find it.

Along with parties, I've never been big on dresses either. The only reason I wore the red one that Brittany's referring to last year was because she basically begged me to. It was the only time I've ever wore it and I can't even remember where it is now.

I scratch the back of my head and try to remember where I might have put it but it's no use. "Um, B? I don't really-"

"Found it!"

I look up to see Brittany pulling a short red dress out of my closet, wearing a proud smile on her face. She holds it up for me to see and I slowly start to remember it.

Without giving me a chance to say anything about it, Brittany's talking again. "This dress looked so good on you and red is so your color. You need to wear it!" she says again, walking to me and handing me the hanger with the dress on it. "Try it on!"

I stared at the dress in my hand, then I looked up to her. "Uhh, I.." I don't know if she wants me to change right here in front of her or go somewhere else to change. I'd love to just not wear it at all honestly.

Brittany must've sensed by uncomfortableness because suddenly she said, "Oh! Sorry, I'll turn around," then turned around and covered her eyes with her hands and started humming.

I look at her for a few more seconds before shaking my head and walking a couple steps away, turning around so my back is facing her.

I unzip the side of my Cheerios uniform and cross my arms over my torso, grabbing the ends of the shirt and tugging it over my head. I don't bother to fold it and just drop it onto the ground. Standing in just my bra and skirt now, I turn around just to make sure Brittany is still facing the other way before undoing the zipper on the skirt and pulling it down my legs.

I put on the dress as quick as possible and turn around, walking over to my full length mirror to look at myself.

The dress is a little shorter than last time I wore it, considering it was last year and I probably grew a bit. It stops just below my ass and exposes off the full length of my legs. The front is in a V-cut, it shows most of my cleavage but not enough for it to be considered slutty. The back of the dress dips almost halfway down my back and shows both my shoulder blades perfectly. I fix my hair so some of it is draped in front of my shoulders and turn around only to see Brittany has turned around and is watching me.

I feel myself blush and I turn back around. How long was she staring there for?

Brittany walks up behind me and from looking in the mirror I can tell she's still looking at me. I turn back around and look at her shyly. "How does it look?"

A few moments pass before Brittany says anything and I'm starting to think it looks terrible and I should probably just take it off now.

"You look really good," she says, letting her eyes go up and down my body as she crosses her left arm across her stomach and rests her right elbow on it, her right hand pressed up against her face like she's thinking hard. "Amazing actually," she continues and I feel a tiny smile tugging at my lips. "You should definitely wear it, you need to. You'll be the hottest girl there!"

My blush deepens and I look down at my feet now, trying to hide my ridiculous smile.

"You think?" I ask, tilting my head to look back up at her. Brittany nods her head excitedly and smiles. "Then I guess it's settled then, this is what I'm going to wear."

For the rest of the night, me and Brittany finished her homework and just talked about regular girl talk things. Well, Brittany talked and I mostly just gave my opinion wherever I saw fit.

"Don't you think that Mike Chang is one of the hottest Asian guys at school?" Brittany asks, popping a dot into her mouth.

I laugh and shake my head. "I guess? But I don't like guys, remember?" I say in return, grabbing a handful of popcorn and eating them one at a time.

Brittany makes an 'O' with her mouth and nods. "Right, forgot. It's always so hard to remember."

My head falls to the side slightly and I look at her funny. "What do you mean?" I ask, turning my body to face her better.

Brittany holds up her hand to indicate she's still chewing so I wait. She swallows then turns like I did so we're both sitting cross legged on my bed, our knees almost touching.

"Well you don't have a girlfriend, right?" she asks and I nod slowly because I'm still not sure of what she's getting at. "A lot of girls at school don't have boyfriends either but they're straight. I guess it's just hard to remember that you like girls when you're single like them. ..If that makes sense. I don't know how to explain it."

I slouch a bit in my spot and think about what Brittany just said. It was pretty confusing how she worded it but I think I get what she means. Because I'm not obviously gay it's hard to remember. Normally something huge like being gay is easy to remember but she forgets things like that.

I get taken out of my trance when I notice Brittany staring at me. Crap, how long was I zoned out for? I hope not too long because that'd just be embarrassing. "Don't worry, B. I know what you mean, and I guess you're right."

Brittany reaches forward and grabs the last piece of popcorn in my hand and throws it into her mouth while smirking at me. I playfully pout at her before grabbing another handful.

"I mean, have you ever kissed a girl before?" The question causes me to freeze and my eyes to almost bulge out. I really wasn't expecting her to say something like that.

I cough on the popcorn in my mouth that I had forgotten about and quickly reached for my water bottle, unscrewing the cap and downing the rest of it. When I finally pull the bottle away from my face I'm breathing heavily and my face is almost pulsating. I hope that if my cheeks are red, too it's because of me choking and not because I'm furiously blushing right now.

"Shit, Santana are you okay?" Brittany asks and I can hear the panic in her voice. Even though she worried about me I can't help but smile at the fact that she's actually really worried just because I choked on some popcorn.

I nod my head and cough one last time before squeaking out a, "Yeah! Totally, just your question caught me off guard."

Brittany wrinkles her nose and frowns. "Why? It's true, isn't it?"

"I, well.. Yeah," I say, scratching the back on my neck. "I've never kissed anyone actually," I add quietly, slightly embarrassed.

I look up and see Brittany smiling softly at me and suddenly I don't feel too embarrassed anymore. I never understood why but apparently it's a rare thing for someone to be on the Cheerios who hasn't had sex, never mind someone who hasn't even had her first kiss yet. So I'm usually embarrassed by the fact that I'm the only one. But when Brittany looks at me like that, it's so hard not to feel okay with it.

"Don't be embarrassed, San. I think it's cute," she says and I smile weakly at her. "It's nice that you're saving your kissing virginity to someone you care about and not just some random gal, ya know?" I nod my head because I definitely wouldn't want my first kiss to be with some chick I don't care about. I want it to be with Brittany so bad but I know that's not possible.

Disadvantages of being in love with your straighter than straight best friend.

"Yeah, I guess," I say, trying to think of something to steer the conversation away from this topic. Luckily I don't have to think too long because suddenly my door gets opened and I see my mom walk in.

"Santana, dinner's almost- Oh! Hi, Brittany. I didn't know you were over. How are you, dear?" my mom says, smiling at Brittany.

"Hi Mrs. Lopez, I'm good, thanks," Brittany replies, flashing my mom a small and polite smile.

My mom sighs and throws her arms up in the air before having them smack down against her thighs. "Brittany, for the hundredth time you don't have to address me as Mrs. Lopez. Just call me Maribel."

Brittany giggles and nods her head. "Sorry, Maribel."

"That's better!" my mom says laughing. "Anyways, I was just coming up to tell you, Santana, that dinner is almost ready. Brittany, will you be staying?" she asks, looking between the two of us.

I look to Brittany and she looks at me for reassurance before nodding her head and saying, "Yes please, if that's okay with you." I have no idea why but she's always nervous about asking to stay over to eat or sleep over. She's so cute.

"Oh course it's alright!" my mom says loudly, laughing her words. "It's nearly done so come down within the next few minutes, okay?"

"Okay!" me and Brittany say at the same time and with another smile my mom walks out of the room.

Once my mom is down the stairs, I hear Brittany say, "I really like your mom. She's always super nice to me."

"Well she likes you, too, Britt," I tell her and just by saying those couple words, I can see how Brittany's face lights up.

"You think?" she asks and I nod my head. "Huh. Imagine if we were dating or something, then we wouldn't have to go through that whole 'awkward-parent-introducing-getting-to-know' phase because she already knows and likes me," she says laughing and I do my best not to say, 'I wish.'

It's Friday now, there's an hour left until the party and really, I would rather stay home and spend the night playing monopoly with my family.

..Okay that might be a lie. My dad cheats all the time.

Still I'd be much happier if I didn't have to go. I was actually contemplating on telling Brittany that something came up and I couldn't come anymore but after seeing her this morning all excited and bouncing around about it, I knew I couldn't do that to her.

We're at her house now, finishing up getting ready and just doing little last minute things. Brittany got into the shower 10 minutes ago and I have to distract myself from thinking about how there's a naked Brittany no more than 10 meters away from me, soaking wet, soap all over her body..

I shake my head to clear my mind of all dirty thoughts and concentrate on oh, I don't know. Just about anything else.

I settle on staring at her wall that's filled with pictures of us together. Brittany's always loved photography and whenever we go somewhere special she insists on taking pictures for memories. I don't really like being photographed but for Brittany, I make the exception.

I hear the water turn off in her bathroom and the sound of the shower curtain scraping against the metal bar. Thoughts that are most certainly not rated PG enter my mind and I get up and walk around to distract myself again.

It's only seconds later though that I hear someone calling me.

"Santana?"

I look at to ajoint bathroom in Brittany's room and stare at it. I have no idea if I imagined her calling me from her shower just like I have so many times; her voice soft but husky at the same time, calling me in to join her in the shower, or if she's really calling me.

"Santana!" Okay she's definitely really calling me.

I rush to the door and stand in front of it. "Britt? You calling me? Are you okay?" I ask through the wood, hopefully loud enough so she can hear me.

"Yeah!" she calls back. "I'm fine! I just..I need you to do something for me!"

I furrow my brows because what could she possibly need me to do for her the second she got out of the shower?

"Umm..okay! Uh, what is it you need me to do?" I ask.

There's a pause and I think maybe Brittany didn't hear me before she says, "I forgot my towels in my room."

I spin around and see that on top of Brittany's desk are her towels. I didn't even notice them there before.

Then I realize..she doesn't have her towels.. Oh god, she wants me to bring them to her, doesn't she? A naked soaking wet Brittany wants me to bring her towels to her.

Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh-

"Santana, are you still there?"

I quickly rush to her desk and grab her towels but end up dropping them because my hands are shaking. I hear Brittany call me again as I bend down and take the crumbled fabrics into my arms and walk back over to the door.

"I'm here, I'm here," I let her know, but I have no idea what to do now. Do I walk in and give them to her? What if she's not covering herself? That means she'd be naked, and I'd get to see her naked..

"Do you have my towels?" she asks, effectively snapping me out of my daydream. Again.

"Yeah, I do," I say through the door before biting down on my lower lip nervously. "Do you want me to bring them in to you?"

There's a few seconds pause before Brittany says, "Yes please!" and I brace myself for the worst. Well in this case, the best.

Carefully I raise my shaking hand to the doorknob and turn it, pushing the door open slowly. I step inside, first with my eyes closed, before opening one eye, then the other, and look around.

Hold up, I don't even see her anywhere. Is this some kind of joke?

"Santana? That's you that opened the door, right? I'm still in the shower."

I look to the shower where the curtain is closed and I have to refrain from slapping myself in the head. Of course Brittany wouldn't call me in here while she'd be standing out in the open, naked.

Walking over to the shower, I say, "Yep, it's me. Here's your towels," and hold them out in front of me for her to grab.

Brittany opens the shower curtain as little as possible to grab them but lucky for me, she opens it a little too much so I get to see a glance of her beautiful nakedness.

Really it was only her back but I did get an awesome view of her side boob for all of two seconds before she closed the curtain again.

I sigh because that's probably the most naked I'm ever going to see her before turning to walk out of the bathroom. "I'll be waiting in your room," I tell her then close the door behind me.

I don't know why I keep hoping for something to happen between me and Brittany when I know that nothing will ever happen. She's straight and my best friend, that's it. A minute ago is the most I'm ever going to see her without clothes on, kisses on the cheek is the closest my lips will ever be to hers, and dancing together is the most sensual act we'll ever engage in together. That's it.

And I hate it so much.

I'm sitting on her bed, playing with the hem of my own dress, when I hear the door open and Brittany steps out. I have to do a double take though because at first I expected her to be in her dress but no, she's only wearing a small towel that barely covers anything. She brushed her hair and shook it out a bit so it's not dripping wet and has it down, draped over her shoulders and I wipe at my lip just to make sure I'm not drooling.

My tongue pokes out to lick my lower lip and I can't help but stare at her. God, she's so beautiful. And with there still being some drops of water all over her body she looks so sexy that I'm actually finding it extremely hard not to jump her right now.

Brittany turns to me and I looked away, pretending that I wasn't just imagining ripping off her towel and pushing her up against the wall and pressing my lips against hers.

"Sorry for before, I always forget my towels when I take a shower," she says shyly, clearly embarrassed that she had to ask me the favor.

I shrug and look at her but my eyes avoid her body. "No biggie. But Britt, why are you still in a towel?"

She looks down at her body before looking back at me. "I forgot my dress out here, too. I came to find it so I can put it on," she explains. I watch as she walks over to her closet to grab her dress and starts walking back into the bathroom. She stops at her desk though and picks up her phone. "Crap, there's only a half hour left till the party. I'm just going to change super quick, blow dry my hair and then we'll go. Is that okay?" she asks standing by the bathroom door.

I look at her body for a few more moments before nodding. "Yeah, for sure! Take your time," I smile at her to show that I'm 100% serious that she can take her time, (anything to push back going to this stupid party), before she smiles back and walks into the bathroom, closing the door.

My smile fades and I groan, falling backwards onto her bed.

This is going to be a long night.

A/N; hey y'all! this is probably the fastest update I've ever done and it's most likely because I have so many ideas for this fic that I just can't hold them in for fear of forgetting them. so lucky for all you readers, here's the next chapter! I wanted to add the party into this as well but I figured that I can write enough that the whole next chapter will be purely the party. and hopefully that will be up within the next couple days. I'm honestly so happy that I've gotten a good response from you guys already, you're all awesome. so anyways, let me know what you guys think of this chapter! and if you have any ideas for what could happen or what you guys would like to see, let me know and I'll try my best to incorporate it into the story c:

A/N 2; sorry for any spelling mistakes or anything of the sort! it's really late right now and I might have missed some things

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