"SANTANA...santanasantanasantana! Guess what?" Brittany jumps up and down in excitement as soon as she finds Santana in the gym.

Santana looks up from stretching before Cheerios practice. "What's up, Britt? Why are you so excited?"

"My parents said you could sleep over this weekend. Do you want to?"

Santana doesn't hesitate. "Of course, Brittany. What day?"

"Friday to Saturday? We can stay up late and watch Free Filly on dvd. And you'll get to meet Mr. Tubbington!"

"It's Free Willy, Britt. Mr. Tubbington?"

"He's my cat. Actually, he's really a person but he's trapped as a cat for life. And he likes to eat lots of fried food and cheese fondue. It's his special diet because he's overweight."

Santana can't help but smile at Brittany's cuteness as she stands up, but she doesn't attempt to tell Brittany that the 'diet' clearly isn't healthy. "All right then, Friday it is."

"YAYYY!" Brittany tackles her to the ground in her excitement and lands halfway on top of her. Brittany's face is inches from hers and for a minute, the desire to kiss her flits through Santana's brain as Brittany breathes on her face and her warm body presses against Santana's side. What the heck? I don't want to kiss her. That's gross. And wrong. I'm just tired, that's all.

Sue Sylvester calls to them to 'get their skinny butts in gear if they don't want to find themselves being beaten by the tiny little gnomes Sue apparently owns'.

The funny thing is, even though Sue yells at them the entire practice and tells them how much they suck, Santana can't wipe this ridiculous grin off her face. And she tries to deny it in her head, but she knows that Brittany is the reason for that smile.

And that scares her, because Santana Lopez tries not to care about anybody too much. It only ends in heartache.


Friday night came way too slowly, but it was finally here.

Santana told her parents where she was going (although her father, of course, wasn't around). After her mother spent about a half-hour questioning her (cue eye roll), Santana was almost out of there.

"No, Mom, I'm not going to have sex. It's a girl, not a guy, gosh! Can I go already? Or do you need to make sure I'm not hiding a vial of vodka in my bra or something?"

"SANTANA LOPEZ! Do not speak to me that way. I am only concerned for your safety, bonita."

"I know. I know. I'm safe. I'm healthy. Life is great. Yada, yada, yada. Loveyoutoo,bye!" Her mom doesn't trust her at all. Just because last year she snuck out of her room and went to a bar doesn't mean she's totally untrustworthy. She only does that when she's bored, and she gets bored a lot, not that her mother needs to know that.

When she arrives at Brittany's house, the door is wrenched open before she managed to knock. An arm reaches for her own arm and grabs her, pulling her into the house.

Santana hopes she came to the right house... otherwise this could be bad.

To her relief, Brittany's attached to the arm. Not some creepy guy with a white mask and chainsaw.

"Hey Britt-Britt! Ready to get this party started? Get our snackin' on?"

"Hi San! Yes! I'm sooo excited. Your the first best friend I've ever had come over for a sleepover, did you know that? My mom wants to meet you."

They walk into the kitchen and Brittany's mom smiles. "You must be Santana." Santana feels her giving the once-over, to make sure Santana isn't some sort of weirdo or bully. She smiles politely and she must have passed the test because she's offered a seat by the table full of delicious food.

Brittany's family is different, but loving. They clearly love Brittany for who she is and that makes Santana envious. Why can't her family be like Brittany's?

After dinner, they walk up to Brittany's room and Brittany introduces her to Mr. Tubbington. Santana politely shakes his paw, although she feels ridiculous doing so.

They sit down to watch a movie and that's when Brittany says it.

"Wow. That girl is so hot! Don't you think, Santana?"

Santana doesn't know how to respond. None of her other friends have ever commented on the girl in the movie, only the guy. She's always noticed how hot the girls look, but she usually just ignores those thoughts. They're not natural. "Um... I like guys, Brittany. But, I suppose she looks okay."

Brittany smiles in response and her hand unconsciously touches Santana's own. Brittany's soft skin against hers causes Santana to feel something welling up within her... attraction? She glances sideways at Brittany, admiring her profile, and wonders what Brittany's lips taste like.

She almost gasps at the thoughts she's having. What the hell am I thinking? What is going on?

Santana Lopez spends the rest of the night reminding herself that she's straight.

Except... even she cannot lie to herself long enough to stop herself from admiring Brittany's beautiful curves as they get ready for bed.


Hey everyone out there! This story hasn't gotten that much response so I'm not sure how far I'll continue with it but we'll see :). Just wanted to apologize for taking FOREVER to update - that's not like me. I've been working on another Brittana Fic - Courageous. If you like Brittana, feel free to check it out.

Also wanted to mention that I don't believe homosexuality is unnatural or that anything is wrong with it. I'm just expressing what Santana thinks and believes at this current moment because it's what she's been wrongly taught. Okay? Okay! Great. Terrific. Superb. :)

Please review and I will be your best friend forever and, heck, I'll buy you a car if you want! (Note: the last statement is untrue and is not subject to any requests or forwarding of money, hahahahahaha...wow I'm tired).