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The first thing I noticed was how soft Brittany's lips looked. They were like little tiny clouds just begging for attention. She still had that smirk on her face though. It was like she knew exactly what she was doing to me and wasn't going to stop. The next thing I noticed has how incredibly close she was. I could feel her hot breath against my lips, like small waves of electricity breathing life into my body, waking me up. If I were to lean in, just a little, we would be kissing.

Her eyes – which were normally crystal blue – had changed darker and her eyelids were hooded. It almost made me feel drunk. One of her hands was at my hip, gripping it as she drew small circles with her thumb. The other hand rested against the wall she had pushed me against. I didn't even know how I ended up here.

"Santana," She whispered deliciously. The way my name rolled off her tongue made my knees feel weak. She leaned in slightly closer and I was certain she was about to kiss me. My eyes fluttered closed in anticipation, but her lips met my cheek instead. I groaned in disappointment and this just made Brittany smirk again. She kissed me again and again until she eventually reached my neck. My mouth went dry when she darted her tongue out and licked the whole way up my neck and stopped at my earlobe, taking it between her lips.

I couldn't contain the moan that tumbled from my mouth as her leg slipped between mine, pressing against my centre. "Oh my god, Brittany." I gasped and started to grind against her leg.

"Santana," She whispered again, "Santana."

"Santana!"

My body instantly jolted upwards and my eyes met the harsh sunlight that burst through my curtains.

"Santana, this is the forth time I've called you." My mother ranted as she picked some clothes of the ground. I sighed and fell back against my bed. "You okay sweetie? You look a little flushed."

"I'm fine." I lied. That was the third time that that had happened this week. Ever since our tutoring session, all I had been able to think about is Brittany. Her eyes, her lips, everything. And every night I'd been having the same dream. She would almost kiss me, but then move last minute which would result in me grinding against her and getting so close. Then I'd always wake up before I could finish. I had never been so sexual frustrated in my life.

"Okay, well you have to get ready for school." She said and left, closing the door behind her.

I groaned at the mention of school. How was I supposed to face Brittany after those dreams? I finally got up and ready, telling my mom I'd see her later before driving to school. Like always, Sam met me at my locker after comic book club and we walked to homeroom together.

"Hey!" A voice boomed behind us. It didn't take long to figure out who it belonged to. Rachel Berry speed walked up to us with an unusually large smile on her face considering it was a Monday. I looked over her appearance. She had on a weird sweeter with some kind of animal on it and a short skirt. "I just wanted to remind you guys that there is a glee club meeting today at-" Rachel's voice suddenly got cut off when a sheet of cold red ice covered her face.

Dave Karofsky appeared in front of me with a cup of blue slushie. Blue berry was the worst. "Hey Lopez," he said sarcastically, "I just wanted to officially welcome you to glee club." Ad just like that, ice was dripping down my cheeks and my eyes were burning.

Minutes later, Rachel and I sat in the girls toilets, picking ice from our hair. "I hate those guys." Rachel mumbled.

I sighed. "Just a few more months and we can leave." I replied. You know how everyone always says senior year is the best? They lied. I was only like a month into my senior year and it was just like every other before that. I still didn't know what I wanted to do after high school, but it definitely involved moving as far away from Lima as possible.

"You have a wonderful voice, you know." Rachel said as her eyes met mine in the mirror. I offered her a small smile and took of my glasses, wiping some ice off of them. "What I was going to say before we were interrupted was that there is a glee meeting today at 3:30."

I always heard people going on about how annoying Rachel is, that she's selfish and a complete diva, but the way she was acting to me was different. She was cool.

"I'll tell Sam." I confirmed. Rachel looked down at her now ruined sweeter. "I have a spare top if you want it."

"What about you?" She asked.

I pulled the top out of my bag. It was just a plain with shirt that actually went with her skirt. "Take it, I always bring two." Rachel gratefully took it from me with a small 'thank you' and went into one of the stalls to change.

"So I heard you were tutoring Brittany Pierce." She chatted, still in the stall. Where did she hear that? Was there rumours going around about us? I mean, it's not like it was a big deal, all we did was study. We'll I did check her out more than once and maybe fantasized about kissing her a few times, but it's not like anyone knew that. Right?

"Ugh..." I stuttered, "Yeah, Mr Schue asked me to." I spluttered out, as if I didn't even remotely want to help Brittany. Truth be told, I liked tutoring her. It felt good to see her let down her walls, even if it was just for a minute or two.

The door to the stall opened and Rachel walked out in my top. "Well that's very kind of you. Brittany hasn't had it easy." She replied mindlessly as she looked at herself in the mirror. My eyebrows scrunch up at this. What was she talking about?

"What do you mean?" I asked, suddenly curious. Now that I thought about it, I didn't know much about Brittany. Nothing, actually. I knew she transferred after freshman year and ever since she got her, she's had a reputation of being a badass.

Rachel looked at me as if she'd said too much. "Oh, well it's not really my story to tell." She claimed. "Anyway, I'll see you in glee club." She moved towards the door, opening it before adding, "And thanks for the top."

I cleaned the rest of the mess up, all the while thinking of Brittany. What did Rachel mean? How hadn't Brittany had it easy? I mean, yeah she got in trouble a lot, sometimes even with the police, but that was all her own fault.

Letting the thought go, I made my way to Spanish just before the bell and took my seat. I wondered if Brittany would show up to this lesson and, if she did, would she sit beside me again. It's not like she had much choice the first time. She probably hated me anyway. Maybe the only reason she hadn't thrown me in a dumpster was because she wanted to get a good grade.

I must have been deep in thought because I didn't realize the seat beside me was occupied.

"What's up, four eyes." I could hear her smirk before I saw it. "What are you daydreaming about? Getting it on with Lady Lips?" This is defiantly a different Brittany compared to the one I saw in my room on Friday night. Her walls were up and there was no way of getting in.

"N-No." I curse myself for stuttering. "Sam's my best friend, its weird thinking about him like that." I finally turn to meet her eyes and suddenly all those dreams invaded my mind. A deep blush spreads across my cheeks. All I could think about it how dark her eyes looked in my dreams, but looking at them now, they were as clear as diamonds. I didn't know which I preferred.

"Shame," She breathes, "He's pretty cute if you ignore the fact that his mouth to face ratio is way off." I wasn't sure why, but hearing her say this made me sad, like my hopes were crushed.

Of course she's into guys, you idiot. I thought to myself.

"But," She added, "He's not exactly my type." Brittany said, giving me a wink that made my heart stop. Was she flirting with me? Her tongue darted out to her lip which instantly caught my attention. Brittany's lips looked soft; I could almost feel them on my neck just like in the dreams. The thought sent a shiver down my spine. "See something you like," her face got closer to mine, "Four eyes?"

I forced myself to look away. Brittany's laugh filled my ears. She was laughing at my embarrassment. Great, I should just hold a sign above my head saying 'make out with' in sparkly rainbow colours.

"Lighten up, Lopez." She laughs again, "I was just kidding." I force a smile on my face, acting like I wasn't fantasizing about what her lips tasted like. "Anyway, I wanted to thank you for helping me on Friday, I actually remembered some stuff." This time I didn't have to force a smile.

"Yeah, I had fun." I replied, thinking of our tutoring session and remembering how Brittany's nose scrunched up when she got confused or the way her eyes would beam when she got something right.

Brittany looked at me and smiled, not a tight lipped sarcastic smile she would give teachers, but a smile that stretched to her eyes and showed her teeth. I would do anything to keep that smile on her face.

After a moment of weird-but-not-awkward eye contact, something took her attention on my shoulder. "What's that?" she asked, poking to whatever she was talking about. My hand reached up to get it, but nothing was there. "Here, let me." Brittany gently grabs whatever it is; her finger tips brushed against the side of my neck, causing me suck in a breath. Thankfully, she didn't notice.

I examined the thing in her hand. "Oh… it's just some slushie, I must have missed it."

"You got slushied?" She asked, looking kind of confused, "By who?"

I sighed and fiddled with my pen. "Just Karofsky, it's no big deal."

Brittany looked as if she was debating something inside her head. "How about this, because you're helping me, I'm going to help you." I didn't understand what she was getting at. "Next time you get slushied, come find me and I'll help you out."

I wasn't really expecting that. "You would do that?" I asked, slightly bewildered. Brittany just nodded her head in response.

Before I had a chance to say anything else, Mr Schuester walked in. "Hola class!" he announced and began the lesson, though it was difficult to pay attention because Brittany had moved closer to me and whispered jokes about Mr Schue's huge vest collection.

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"It was perfect, Santana. Best date I've ever been on." Sam and I sat in the choir room chatting about his date with Mercedes on Friday night. We were there a while before everyone else because we had a free period to waste.

"Sam that was the only date you've ever been on." I laugh at how excited he was when he talked about Mercedes. After Spanish, Brittany and I had parted ways, but my mind was still thinking about what she said. To be honest, I was kind of hoping to get another slushie facial today just to see what she would do.

"Whatever," Sam mumbled. "Oh! How was your date with Brittany?" I rolled my eyes at him. Ever since the little heart to heart we had in my room about me possibly liking girls (especially ones with blond wavy hair and gorgeous blue eyes), Sam had been questioning me about her.

"For the last time, it wasn't a date." I wish it was. Of course I wouldn't tell him that. Well not yet anyway.

Sam eyed me curiously. "But you like her, right." He asked. I rolled the question around in my head. I didn't really know Brittany enough to like her, but there was still something there.

"I mean, yeah I'm attracted to her, anyone with eyes would be attracted to her, but I don't know if I like like her. I've only really known her for a week."

Sam nodded his head in thought. "Well then get to know her." Is all he said, like it was the simplest thing in the world. "I'm serious, talk to her more, ask her more questions, ask her on a date." My ears perked up at the last suggestion and I laughed.

"You're telling me, Santana Lopez, lowest of the lowest on the social ladder, the girl who has a stack of comic books hidden under her bed, to ask Brittany Pierce, the complete opposite of me and who probably has guys lining up for her, on a date?"

Sam stared at me blankly. "Yes."

I scoffed at him. "You're crazy." There's no way in Hell that Brittany would ever go out with me. Sure, she winked at me in class and was possibly maybe flirting with me, but that was more than likely just to get a reaction out of me – which it did.

"I'm just saying" He responded, still trying to convince me of how asking Brittany out on a date would ever be a good idea, "I think you should take a chance. Who knows, maybe Brittany is really a Lady lover."

"Maybe I'm a what?"

Sam and I both froze in place as the voice entered the room. "N-Nothing," I stumbled over my words, "Sam was just saying how he needed help with Spanish and I said how I was tutoring you so…" I didn't even have time to think of a better lie.

Brittany stood leaning against the doorway, looking unconvinced. "Uh-huh." A small smirk lay across her face. She knew I had totally made that up. "Anyway, I need to talk to you." She said, pointing a finger at me. This was the first time outside of Spanish class that Brittany had talked to me in school. It was shocking, in a good way.

I looked from Sam to Brittany before standing up and walking towards her, but before I can move past the chairs, Sam whisper so only I can hear, "Now's your chance." I send him a glare that said 'no way in hell' and made my way to Brittany.

We stood slightly outside of the choir room yet not in the middle of the hallway. She leaned against the lockers and I couldn't help but let my eyes wonder to her chest. Once again, the dreams came rushing back and I had to think of anything to get it out of my head.

Just think of the puppy Abuela ran over when you were five.

"So, what did you want to talk about?" I ask, my eyes firmly planted on hers and not wondering to any other part of her body.

"I wanted to know if we could move tutoring to Thursday this week." She asked, her arms across her chest, pushing her boobs up perfectly.

Think of the dead puppy.

I gulped. "Yeah, is that all? You could have just texted me." I said, even though I much preferred her talking to me in person.

"Yeah, I just wanted to come see you." My heart might as well have burst though my chest and attached itself to Brittany. "You're not a total drag, Lopez." Brittany smiles again, the smile that makes her cheeks bunch and her eyes crinkle. "I'll see you later." And just like that she was gone and I was left with a dopy smile on my face.

Tell me what you want to happen next or what characters you want more/less of. In the next few chapters we'll being finding out more about Brittany and why she is like she is so I'll take any suggestions. Review/fav/follow :)

(Happy new year BTW)