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Chapter 2

SPOV

And indeed Santana Lopez never breaks a promise, even if it means breaking her best friend's heart.

"Mmm, I love your sweet lady kisses." Brittany sighs underneath the Latina.

"Uh huh, it's a nice break from all that scissoring." Santana jokes

She loved kissing Brittany, not only did it make her feel warmer and happier then she did withany other guys she's made out with,but kissing Brittany made Santana feel right, complete. However, she knew she shouldn't be doing this, it would only encourage Brittany and right now, Santana just wanted the opposite of that, she just wanted to protect the blonde, and that had always come first and foremost in the Latina's mind.

"You know, we should do a duet together." The blonde suggests, Santana rolled her eyes, that's just what she didn't need. It would only make S-

"First off there is a lot of talking going on and I wants to get my mack on." The dark haired girl trys to avert Brittany's train of thought. Hoping that the blonde would be distracted by the trail of kisses she was making down her the taller girls neck, across her collarbone and under her jaw.

"I was think Melissa Ethridge's "Come To My Window." This wasn't good, Brittany was adamant about this, subtlety wasn't working, regretting it instantly Santana snapped.

"And second,I'm not making out with you because I love you." Lies, all lies. "And I want to have your lady babies, Puck's been in the slammer for 12 whole hours, and I'm like a lizard, if I don't have something warm under me, I can't digest my food." Thinking on her feet, tying up her hair she blurts out lies that will throw the blondeof the tracks completely. She couldn't have Brittany flaunting their closeness, she was trying to protect her, she really was, if it gets out that their "friendship" was more that, just that, a friendship. It could destroy both of them...

SPOV

"S!" Sue yells across the changing room, causing Santana to stop pulling up her skirt to turn. "My office, you've got 1 minute and 3 seconds, or you're off the squad, and we don't want that do we?" She sneers and waddles off.

"Crap." Santana rakes her skirt up, and quickly struggles into her top.

"San, why's Sue mad at you?" Brittany ponders.

"I don't know B, but I'll tell you just as soon as I get out, kay?" Santana smiles patiently at the blonde.

"But...how will I get to my next class...what is my next class?" Brittany looks seriously lost.

Santana chuckles at her best friends dizziness, "Q's waiting for us outside, she'll take you to your class, which is AP History." Santana states, looks around quickly, and sneaks a swift peck on the blondes lips. The sweet taste of coconut and vanilla on her tongue. Stuffing the last bits of gym kit in her bag, she rushes off to Sue's before she gets killed...or worse.

Sucking in a deep breath and turning the knob, Santana enters the Dragon's Lair - or Sue's office, whatever.

"4 seconds to spare S, not good enough. Take a seat." Sue orders, slipping on her spectacles. "I think I know why you're here -"

"Actually I have - "

"you're here because something has come to my attention that is highly disturbing and strangely erotic at the same time." Sue interrupts, not knowing what the hell to say to that Santana ops for silence.

Sue stands and goes to the window overlooking the sports field, pulls down one of the shutters with her forefinger, spy-style. "I want to read you an extract of something I wrote in my journal." She monotones, her back to Santana.

"April 16th." She spins quickly facing the Latina " Today Schuster smiled and greeted me in the corridor, I have thought of 67 separate ways to torture him for daring to do this, one of which involves a sharpened axe, of which is stored in the girls changing room, as I walk towards the changing room beating the world record for amount of consecutive slushies thrown, I see two of my best cheerleaders touching each other in an intimate nature, I found this repulsive so proceeded to throw up in one Rachel Berry's hair without her noticing. I am deeply saddened by this Journal, and believe that I will either have to kick them off my squad or expose their unnatural sexual preferences in an embarrassing and highly destructive way. I haven't decided which course to take, but I shall update you on any changes."

"Wait...what?" she knew exactly what Sue was talking about, she had caught Brittany and herself kissing by her locker, they thought that they were alone, but Sue'd been there, Sue had witnessed them together, and now she was threatening to expose them.

"Don't play dumb with me, Portia. You know I'm talking about you and B, together, in your sacreligous sins!"

"Nice alliteration Coach, didn't have you down as a bible basher." Santana didn't stand for

anyone insulting her, let alone Brittany.

Coach Sylvester took off her spectacles slowly, looking straight at Santana, walked over, not breaking eye contact, and bent over to see eye to eye with the Latina.

"I'm going to get straight to the point, McDonald. You and Ellen will stop all shenanigans. Or you can kiss Cheerios goodbye, and that means no college, and no life." Sue spews, Santana cringing away from the venom in her Coach's hot breath. "And that counts for the both of you."

Sylvester straightens, sucks in a deep breath, puts on her glasses once more meanders to her desk chair and sits down.

The brunette sat there dumbstruck, she couldn't be kicked off the Cheerios, it was her whole life, it was the only that was going to get her out of this hellhole called Lima. And Brittany, the Cheerios was a part of her, the blonde would be lost without it.

"Are you still here?" the older woman monotones. Not looking up from her desk.

Santana pushes her chair back, grabbed her bag and exited the room quietly, closing the door behind her.

BPOV

The blonde noticed that her friend was unusually quiet and had try to comfort her. She slipped her hand under the cafeteria table to entwine with the brunettes but Santana had just flinched, mumbled something that sounded like "bathroom" and stalked off. Leaving the taller girl completely lost in what to do.

SPOV

Shaking her self mentally, Santana tried to concentrate on her Spanish work, and pushed the recent memory from her mind. She had gone over and over it in her mind, and she always ended up with the same answer. She would have to stay away from Brittany.

This was easier said then done, there was a physical attraction between the two girl, in not only the manner of sexual (that much was obvious) but the countless times the two had shared a bed, sleeping back to back, furthest away from each other as possible but had always woken up face to face, holding each others hand to their chests, or holding each other driving bad dreams and all the worries and stresses of their lives with the comfort of each other. They were constantly touching, whether it be linking pinkies (a substitute for holding hands in public), stroking one anothers forearms or simply light contact, a brush of the hand, a touch on the small of the back, tucking the stray hairs behind ears.

The two were inseperable and it was evidentally clear to everyone.

So no matter how hard she tried Santana knew she wouldn't be able to keep away from Brittany it was like stopping the tide coming in, or the earth rotating around the sun.

But right now, it was break Brittany and her own hearts.

Or destroy their futures.