I put my diary away and went over to Brittany's house to pick her up for school. As I was leaving, I called her to let her know I was on my way. I turned the music and sang along with the radio. I pulled up to her house. I know that Brittany takes a while, so I turned off the car, but kept the radio on. While waiting, I got lost in the music. Without me noticing, Brittany walked up to my car and opened the door, scaring me.

"Brittany! You scared the shit out of me!"

"You're a really good singer."

"Thanks."

I felt my cheeks heat up from the compliment. Before Brittany could notice me blushing, I started the car and we left. Some pop song came on and we sang to it like the dorks we are. I pulled into the school parking lot and parked. I quickly got out of the car and ran around to open Brittany's door.

"You really don't have to do that every day, you know?"

"Well someone has to treat you right."

"Alright, alright, thanks San."

We both laughed and went to our lockers. Since they are right next to each other, we just stood at them talking for a while until the warning bell went off. I grabbed her books and she smiled at me.

"Ready to go, Britt?" I held my pinky out to her.

"As ready as I'll ever be."

She linked her pinky with mine. I felt that tingle in my stomach that I always do whenever we touch. She smiled at me and we walked to class. Mr. Schuester was teaching some lame lesson in Spanish so Brittany and I were passing notes back and forth. We sit next to each other so we never get caught. Most of them were just doodles. Some were some of the stupid things Mr. Schue says. I had my hand on the table and as Brittany passed the note back to me, she put her hand on top of mine. I was shocked and confused. I didn't know what to say so I looked to Brittany. She can always read me like a book, but its not the same with her. Brittany just looked at me, smiled and then looked back at what Mr. Schue was doing. I looked around the room and saw that no one was paying attention to Brittany and me or Mr. Schue. I felt kind of bad for him because he tries so hard, but no one pays attention. Maybe because all her ever does are super cheesy Spanish lessons. Anyways, I left my hand under Brittany's and wrote a note to Brittany.

"Why are you holding my hand? I mean, I don't mind but I can't read you."

"Can't best friends hold hands?"

"Yeah, they can. Sorry for my mini freak out."

"It's okay. Are you doing anything tonight?"

"I was supposed to hang out with Puck. But I can cancel. Why, what do you want to do?"

"Why are you still dating him?"

I thought about that for a bit. I never liked Puck the way I was supposed to. He has just been a cover up for my real feelings. Knowing I couldn't tell Brittany that, I wrote something else.

"He may be tough on the outside, but on the inside he's a sensitive guy. I don't want to break his heart."

"Maybe you're breaking someone else's heart by staying with him."

I didn't know if Brittany was implying something or just being Brittany.

"I guess. Maybe I should break up with him."

"Yes you should. He doesn't treat you right. You deserve to have someone that protects you and understands you. He's not like that."

"You're right B, but who would do that for me?"

I saw her hesitate for a bit. Brittany started writing something, but erased it quickly before I could see it.

"I don't know but that person is out there just waiting for you."

I hugged her tightly. She kept the hug for a second longer than normal.

"Thanks. And don't worry, there is someone for you too Britt."

Me, but I can't tell her that.

The bell went off to end the school day. Brittany and I walked to our lockers. I put all my stuff away, grabbed my purse, put on my jacket and shut my locker.

"Are we doing anything tonight, Britt? We don't have Cheerios practice and I'm going to cancel with Puck."

"Yeah sure! Let's go to that carnival tonight."

"Okay, whatever you want. I'm going to find Puck to tell him I'm cancelling."

I walked to Puck's locker which was at the end of the hallway. Puck was putting something in his locker.

"Hey Puck. Look, I can't hang out today."

"Why?"

"I've got other plans."

"So you mean you're going to hang out with your stupid little pet?"

"What the hell did you just call her?"

He slammed his locker shut and looked at me.

"Your. Stupid. Little. Pet."

I punched him in the face as hard as I could. He crashed into the lockers.

"Don't you ever fucking call her that again."

"Whatever, you fucking dyke. She must be the reason you never gave it up to me."

He wiped his bleeding nose.

"Fuck you. I never slept with you because you're an asshole who just wanted to be with me because I'm one of the only girls who hasn't slept with you. We are so done. Never fucking speak to me or Brittany again, douchebag."

I started to walk away but he grabbed my arm.

"Fine, but don't complain to me when people find out your secret because, PLOT TWIST, it's no fucking secret that you're in love with Brittany.

I felt like I was about to cry. I tried to pull away but Puck kept his grip.

"Let go of me."

"Or what?"

I knew if I said another word, I would start crying so I kicked him in the balls. I started to walk away with tears in my eyes. I looked up and blue eyes met mine.

Brittany.