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'Yes?' Santana asked pointedly at Mr Schue, who still had yet to pick his jaw up off the floor, 'You want something?' She stood up and folded her arms across her chest, scowling at him. 'Or are you just gonna stand there perving? Because i've gotta say that really is kind of...' She cut her sentence off when she felt Brittany's hand on her arm.

'Be Nice San.' The blonde murmured in her ear. 'Hi Mr Schue.' Santana rolled her eyes; she could tell by her voice that Brittany was no doubt sporting her trademark grin. So much for a united front.

Mr Schuester seemed to snap out of his shocked daze at the sound Brittany addressing him.

'Hello Brittany, Santana. I have to say girls, that was incredible. Why didn't you tell me you were this good?' The excitement in the teacher's voice was painfully obvious, and Santana couldn't help but envision all her plans for the rest of high school going down the drain. He would make them perform in front of the rest of Glee, and then that would be it. Her secret would be out and it would be all over. Fuck Sake.

'San doesn't like people knowing.' Brittany blurted out. Santana turned around to glare at the taller girl, who had clapped her hand over her mouth, eye's wide. She grimaced under Santana's glare and the Latina rolled her eyes in exasperation before turning back to face Mr Schuester in an attempt to do some damage control.

'Look, so what if we can play. What's the big? It doesn't change anything. All you need us for in Glee is backing vocals, which we're more than happy to do...' Brittany let out a little squeak which was most likely the result of her forcing herself not to speak again. Santana prayed that the blonde didn't open her mouth, because she knew that Brittany would want to argue with her on the fact of being happy not having a solo. All Santana ever did after glee was complain about not being given a solo, but she'd be damned if Schuester found that out.

'Santana...'

'No, Mr Schue. Whatever you're thinking, just no.' She had to give a little snort at the pout that formed on his face. 'Come on Brit, We're leaving,' she said looking back at the blonde, who had a small frown on her face. Ergh, I'm gonna get a fucking lecture when we get out of here. Brittany followed her out of the room without a word, holding both of their guitars, neither girl giving Mr Schuester a second glace as they pushed passed him.

A few hours later the 2 girls were spread out on Brittany's bed, both mentally drained from working on Brittany's math homework – Brittany because she hated math, and Santana because she hated trying to explain the math. Santana was lying with her eyes shut when she felt the bed shift slightly.

'San.'

'Yeah Brit?' She murmured quietly. The bed shifted again and Santana felt the familiar body of her best friend curl up against her side.

'You shouldn't have said all that stuff to Mr Schuester.' If it wasn't for the fact that the blonde had wrapped her body around Santana and was currently tracing small circles on the shorter girls arm, the Latina would have been pissed at the Brittany for calling her out. As it was, she was just too damned comfortable. When Santana didn't reply, Brittany let out a small sigh and nuzzled her face further into the other girl's neck. 'I know you're dying for a solo, why didn't you just tell him that.'

'I don't want to deal with everyone's crap. My music is none of their business. '

'Liar.' The blonde whispered into Santana's ear, and despite the tingles that Brittany's breath against her neck was causing, Santana pulled away, scowling down at her best friend.

'I'm no liar.' Brittany raised an eyebrow at her. 'What?' Santana snapped at her.

'You're scared.' At Santana's glare, Brittany rolled her eyes. 'Oh don't look at me like that S, I know I'm right. Your music has been this big secret of yours for like ever, and now you might actually have to share it with people, and that's scary.'

'I've shared it with you' Santana shot back. Brittany gave her a small smile,

'I so don't count. Now come back over here.' She said tugging gently on Santana's wrist, who relented and allowed Brittany to pull her into her arms. Santana wasn't sure when exactly it was that Brittany had worked her way through all of her defences, but there was no denying that she had. The Latina dreaded to think just how vulnerable and pathetically needy she must look cradled in to Dancers arms, but fuck it, no one was here other than the two of them, and Santana was way past pretending that she didn't need the blonde. Without her she'd have gone crazy long before now. Brittany was her rock, her best friend, her... well; Santana wasn't sure what else she was. She'd been relentlessly telling the blonde that 'Sex Wasn't Dating' for months now, ever since they'd started hooking up on a regular basis. But Santana wasn't completely ignorant. She could tell how Brittany felt about her. The way the blonde looked at her...Santana had never imagined that anyone would ever look at her with such adoration. She sure as hell didn't deserve it, that's for sure. This wasn't even the real issue though. Santana was 99.9% sure that she looked at the blonde the exact same way, and that was a big problem. She'd tried to avoid falling for Brittany, she really had. For the couple of months following their first time together, right after her split with Puck, she had made a point of avoiding any sort of snuggling sessions with the blonde –anything that might complicate matters, (more than sleeping together already had) but then one night Brittany had turned up at Santana's house unannounced and had just broken down, convinced that Santana hated her and didn't want to be her around anymore. It had been one of the most heart wrenching things Santana had ever had to witness, and she'd sworn in the instant that she'd never put Brittany in a position where she'd feel like that again. Since then, snuggling sessions very much like the one they were currently in had become a frequent occurrence.

'Maybe you're right.' Santana whispered, so quietly that she was surprised Brittany had even heard her.

'Of course I am.' Brittany whispered back. Nudging Santana's foot with her own she added 'I'm more than just a pretty face you know.' Santana snorted quietly at that statement, and pulled herself tighter against Brittany's body. There were very few people who would have taken that statement seriously; particularly coming from someone who for the past two hours had been convinced that equations were the government's way of sending messages to undercover agents (Santana had eventually calmed Brittany down enough to convince her that Mr Karmen wasn't really a spy.) Thankfully though, Santana had learnt quickly that, if you just sat and listened to the sometimes slightly insane things that the blonde came out with, you might be surprised to find that you actually learnt something. Not always though, it had to be said. Sometimes even Santana was left feeling utterly confused, and a little bit afraid as to where Brittany got her logic from. The fact that, to this day Brittany was convinced that her cat could read her diary was one that Santana just could not understand. She had even gone as far as asking Brittany's parents about it, only to find that they were as much at a loss as she was. Oddness aside however, Brittany was one of the most loyal, trusting, understanding people Santana had ever met, and often pulled Santana up about things that no one else would dare to - their previous conversation being a prime example.

Quiet snores teased Santana from her thoughts, and she couldn't help the smile that worked its way onto her face when she prised her eyes open to see Brittany sleeping soundly next to her. Making the decision to get up early enough in the morning to give herself time to go back to her house to change and grab her things, Santana rested her head on the blondes chest, closed her eyes and allowed Brittany's heartbeat to lull her to sleep.

TBC

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