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…But by school on Monday, I had changed my mind about that again.

That sudden surge of confidence I had had with Puckerman on Saturday night was forgotten and my fears were back as I walked into glee club rehearsal. The glee meeting where I planned on telling them. I was glad to see both Brittany and Puck sitting in the front row, smiling at me with encouragement and it warmed my heart. I thought, again, Maybe I will get through this. I looked at all the smiling faces in the room. These were my true friends. They were going to accept me no matter what. Or at least, that's what I hoped.

At the beginning of the glee club meeting I walked up to Mr. Schuester, shaking and with sweaty palms but trying not to show it, and asked to say a few words. I kicked off by singing the song "Happy" by Leona Lewis, and by the time I got to the end of the song I saw that Brittany had tears in her eyes. I forced myself to look away because I didn't want to start crying too. I took a deap breath. Focus, Santana. Come on. Don't pussy out. And, taking another deep breath, I started speaking, quietly at first, but growing more confident as my eyes swept over the room and everyone in it. Mr. Schuester glanced at me encouragingly, and, surprisingly, it helped.

"I chose this song because it's about being happy no matter what. Being happy even if it hurts you, because you know that in the end it will be worth it. I stand before you today to tell you something that might change the way you feel about me. It would break my heart if you were offended, or no longer accepted me, although I believe and hope that that won't happen. Still, I have to accept that this is me, even if you can't. And in a way, I suppose, that'll be okay, because I know the people that truly love me, love me no matter what." At this I glanced at Brittany, and she gave me a warm smile and mouthed the words I love you. "So, without further hesitation, I'm going to tell you this now. Others might not accept me as much as you guys will. I know some of you have had to deal with this," My gaze moved to Kurt, "But the truth is that-" I took another deep breath and looked over at Brittany and Puck, who both nodded at me confidently. "-I love girls. There. I said it. I'm … I'm gay. Lesbian. I'm tired of being what everyone else wants me to be, and I'm ready to be that new and improved Santana, together with the girl I love more than anything else in this world."

A tear rolled down my cheek. So much for not crying. But at that moment, I really didn't care. I looked at everyone and none of their faces had hostile and cold stares like they had in my nightmares. Brittany stood up and cheered, and the rest of them started clapping for me too. Brittany walked up to me and gave me a hug. I cupped her cheeks in my hands and kissed her, warmly and passionately, right there, in front of everyone. Then everyone stood up and gave me hugs in turn. On this occasion I even let that dwarf, Berry, throw her arms around me. I just didn't care. It was done. Mr. Schuester hugged me last of all and then gave me a pat on the back and told me to sit down. After the glee club meeting, I walked out of there with so much more confidence, and boy, it felt great.

Nobody was going to get me down anymore. I was on top of the world and- an ice-cold slushy hit me in the face and I was blinded for a moment. All I heard was football player Luke Westin's voice, scornfully and with a certain undeserved superiority.

"I saw what you just did in Glee club, Lopez. Pretty brave. Shouldn't have done it though." People were starting to gather around, wondering what he was talking about. Strongly religious cheerleader Kate walked up behind him and I was slushied a second time.

"I, for one, agree. It's a disgrace and we won't have scum like you ruining the innocent halls of McKinley High." Muffled whispers were going around; most people still didn't know what was happening.

"Okay, let me clear this up for everyone," Luke Westin proclaimed. "This girl, Santana Lopez. I used to think she was hot. But little Lopez here has decided she's a stinkin' LESBIAN! That's right." Shouts of disgrace and gossip travelled around the room. It took all I had not to burst into tears right there, but I couldn't let them get the better of me. This was one of those times where I was so glad I had friends, as the entire glee club started defending me once they saw what had happened.

"So what if she is, that doesn't make her any less amazing!" Mercedes' loud voice rang out behind me. The other members agreed and shouted out more things whilst Brittany and Kurt rushed me off to the ladies' room to get cleaned up.

Once safely away from the crowd, I finally let it out. I cried into Kurt's expensive clothing, much to his dismay, but he was there for me anyway. And once it was all over, Brittany softly spoke to me.

"It will settle down. Trust me, Santana. I am so proud of you. And now we can be together openly. I love you and no matter what, you're going to be glad you did this." Kurt nodded in agreement and I turned to Brittany, full of adoration.

"You're so brave, Britt. I wish I could be like you. You are the most amazing person on this planet. I love you so, so, so much."

She then leaned in for a kiss, a long-lasting, passionate kiss that conveyed so much more than words ever could. In the background, Kurt slipped out but I didn't even notice. I was so wrapped up in what was happening to me. It felt like I was flying, flying, flying, up to a place where nothing mattered anymore. When I was in Brittany's arms, and she was kissing me, that was all I ever needed. Screw everybody else. Screw the haters. It was so worth it, just to feel this once. This must be what heaven felt like and I never wanted to lose it. Brittany was my world, and all else really didn't matter.

Now that the obstacle of school was done with, it seemed a little easier, but the hardest part was yet to come: family. I decided not to tell them quite yet, to sit on it for a few days and figure out the best way to do it. My parents were going to visit my grandma next week and then bringing her back on the weekend, so I had about two weeks time since I figured it best to tell them all at once. But I was definitely glad to have the school part over and done with, and I knew that Brittany was right. It would get better eventually, everybody just needed to get used to the idea of me being gay. This was me now: Santana Lesbian Lopez.

The rest of the week wasn't exactly better, and by the time the weekend rolled around I was tired and glad, but it was worth it just to proudly be able to walk down the hall holding Brittany's hand and cuddle with her in public. She was everything to me, and that was all that mattered. I loved that my parents were leaving for my grandma's on Saturday morning already, I had the house to myself until next Saturday. So, when Saturday morning rolled around, I slept in nice and long, woke up feeling great, had some eggs, did my paper on World War II, sent it off and picked up my phone and called Brittany.

"Hey Britt-Britt, you wanna come over this evening? I thought we could order in and maybe on your way over you could stop by the video rental place and pick up a DVD or two that we're not gonna watch anyways?" I said in my most flirtatious, seductive voice.

"If this is going where I think it's going, then yes. Besides, my family is driving me crazy and I'd love an excuse to spend more time with you!" Her cute little voice spoke on the other end.

"Sweet! I'll see you at six?" I hung up, feeling confident and sexy as hell.

I spent the next three hours preparing everything for the evening. I was super nervous, which was strange. Probably because all those other times with Brittany, it hadn't been special. It was just… sex. But this time, this time she was my girlfriend. This time we had said "I love you" to each other, and really, really meant it, not just in the BFF-type way. This time, everything was different. And I, for one, loved it.

In the course of the next three hours, I ran the vacuum cleaner over the house a couple times, just to be sure everything was clean, set the table with two long candles and a couple of roses, put my favorite clean, silky sheets on the bed, vacuumed the house again, ran a bubble bath, placed scented candles around the bathtub as well as the bed and sprinkled rose petals over both as well. I dimmed the lights in every room to give it a more romantic feel and, lastly, I put on my sexiest lingerie under my tightest red dress, showing off my ass and giving me some damn hot cleavage. I did my makeup and straightened my hair. I checked my watch: 5:59. Perfect. Brittany should be here any minute, and I was ready to start the best date in the history of dates.

The doorbell rang at exactly six p.m.

Author's Note: REVIEW! I know the whole cleaning up the house and stuff may be a bit out of character for Santana, but she really wants it to be perfect, so…