Dear Diary,

I still don't really know what happened between Santana and I last night. Was she trying to kiss me? I'm not exactly sure. All I know is that when she was that close to me I almost died…not literally. I got so nervous and it felt like little ants were rushing up my body, little body ants…that felt good. I actually checked in my pockets for little ants…but there were none. Anyways, Santana and I had to get up super early today so we could get ready for school.

"I think I got hit by a truck last night." Santana groaned as she woke up from her slumber. She scrunched her eyes and put a hand to nurture her aching head.

I eyed her, "You didn't. You got hit by a truck full of alcohol." I chirped.

Santana glared at me, "How do you feel?"

"I feel great!"

"Did you drink anything?" She responded.

I shook my head, "Nope."

Santana rolled her eyes and slowly sunk back into bed, "Well fuck you then."

I laughed. My best friend looked pretty in the mornings. I hopped out of bed and began searching for a clean uniform to wear to school.

"You better get up soon we have to leave for school" I said pulling out a fresh Cheerios uniform from my drawer. I kind of hated wearing these things to school every day.

Santana groaned and slowly made her way out from under the covers and rummaged through her bag, pulling out a uniform. She slowly but surely began changing into her Cheerios uniform.

And there it was again Diary. Those abbalicious abs of hers. Those perfect tan abs that were shaped so perfectly on her belly. Those abs that I bet sing ABBA songs when she sleeps. I couldn't help but take a small tiny peak when I was changing into my uniform. Then she took of her pajama pants and…oh my those legs. Those super tan super perfect legs of hers popped out of nowhere, like popcorn. Sweet buttery popcorn. When she bent down and pulled up her skirt I also couldn't help but check out her butt wrapped in lacy underwear. What was I doing!

"Ready." Santana stated as soon as she finished changing. I pulled my hair into a ponytail and softly smiled at her.

"Where did you get that lacy underwear?" I asked. Whoops…was not suppose to say that.

Santana's face furrowed as she picked up her bag. "Were you staring at my butt Brittany?"

Oops. I knew I shouldn't have asked that question out loud. Now she will think I'm a super freak…super freak…I'm super freakin out. "What?" I shook my head out of song mode.

A small grin creeped on Santana's face as she grabbed her bag and slung it over her shoulder. "Come one, we have to go."

I grabbed my bag, "Coming!"

Glee club was fun today. Before it started we were all dancing around trying to perfect our choreography when Mr. Schue stormed in. He came in so fast while I was doing a twirl and he grabbed my hand and twirled me away. It was kind of epic.

"Great news guys, just got the competition bracket for sectionals and we are in really good shape." He said holding up a piece of paper.

Santana kept staring at me while she was standing next to Mike while Mr. Schue was announcing who we would be competing with. Our competition seemed more that easy to defeat. I gave Santana a high five as the rest of the club cheered. We got this competition in the bag. Then Mr. Schue had some evil plan to get us to compete against each other. He made us split into teams boys vs. girls. This should be interesting. We had to perform mash-ups or something. At first I thought we would be having a cooking competition to see who could make the best mashed potatoes, but then Mr. Schue said it was like…some kind of explosion. Like an orgasm of musical expression or something.

I grabbed Santana's arm and we all stormed out of Glee club. Rachel and Mercedes were already storming ideas about what we should do.

"We have to go to the dance room, the other girls said to meet them there after Cheerios." Santana said as we walked together down the halls.

Cheerios was strange. Coach Sylvester kept rambling on to Quinn about how she saw a quiver in her knee. I don't know what's up.

"I swear if that girl keeps messing up I will be head cheerleader in no time." Santana smirked as we made our way to the dance room.

"I wonder what's wrong with her." I shrugged. Quinn never messed up during practice.

Inside the dance studio I immediately began to stretch my legs. You can't begin dancing without stretching I always say! Or say at least…sometimes. Santana was putting on makeup in the mirror in front of me. I don't understand why she need makeup at this time, it's not like any boys were here for her too impress.

Rachel came storming in, "Where is Quinn?"

I smirked, "Probably down at the mall looking for elastic waist pants." Was that mean? It probably was true. I would be at the mall immediately looking for bigger pants if I was pregnant. A little baby inside of you can make you pretty large. I got a smile from Santana and I could constantly feel her staring at me through that mirror. Why was she staring at me? Did I have something in my teeth?

We practiced all day that evening. We were going to do a mash up of Halo and a song about walking on the sun…I forgot the name. After practice Santana even helped me pick out a yellow dress for our performance the next day at my house.

"This one?" She held out a short yellow dress and pulled it out of my closet.

I shrugged, "Too shiny."

She rolled her eyes, "This?" he held out a bright yellow tank top with a sun on the front that said 'Hello Sunshine!'

I squinted my eyes, "No one is supposed to see that shirt."

"Okay this one?" she held out another dress.

I nodded, "That ones nice."

Santana pulled it out and threw it at me, "Try it on then."

"Do I have to?"

"Yes B just do it." Santana shoved me into the bathroom. I almost tripped on my way inside. I slipped on the dress and walked back out to my best friend who was sitting on my bed. "How does it look?"

Santana's face glowed, "Very…bright, but beautiful."

I almost blushed, "Thanks."

"It really makes your eyes pop." She said looking me right in the eyes. "They're pretty."

I smiled, "Thanks…you told me that the other night."

Santana's face scrunched, "I did?"

I looked at her confused, did she not remember? "Yeah, you said my eyes were pretty in the bathroom."

"We were in the bathroom together? What was I doing, watching you take a dump?"

I laughed, "No…it was actually kind of funny because you thought it was the kitchen but it was actually the bathroom."

"…Oh." She replied confused. You could tell she had no account of what happened at the party.

"Yeah and then you…" I trailed off before I finished my sentence. Remembering what she almost did to my lips. "…you um got really made at Rachel for barging through the door."

She pondered, "Hm, I should try and drink less huh?"

"That might be a good idea." I replied.

She looked at my dress again, "Can you do a twirl for me?" she said spinning her finger in a little circle. I spun. "This dress makes your body look amazing Brittany…like really."

I smiled and I took a seat next to her on my bed.

We were sitting so close on my bed Diary I could feel those ants crawling up my skin again. I mean, only our arms were touching but I could feel them…like a little army of little ants. Maybe they were just crawling up my arm to battle the other little army of ants that were on Santana's arms…if she had little ants crawling up her arms like me. Santana jumped off the bed and pulled out her bright yellow dress…

"My turn?" she smiled and went to change in the bathroom. In a few seconds she was out in her nicely fitted attire. "What do you think?"

My eyes widened. She looked absolutely gorgeous…like a yellow beauty. The yellow complimented the color of her skin perfectly.

"You look like a ball of sunshine…a good ball…that is like holding the sun." I said.

She looked confused, "Thanks?"

"I mean, you really look beautiful Santana." I added. I guess my analogy didn't seem to work out as I had planned.

"Really?" she questioned.

I smiled, "Yes really. Look at us…we both look like mustard."

Santana laughed out loud. Her laugh was funny…and cute.

"You look like mustard, I look like a beautiful sunflower." She smiled.

I noticed a smug of makeup on her eye.

"Come here." I said waving my hand my way. She leaned towards me, "You have a smug on your face." I took my thumb and slowly wiped away a black smug by her eye, carefully trying not to mess up the rest of her pretty makeup.

"Oh." She said as she stayed up close to my face, looking me right in the eyes. She lingered there for a few seconds before I said "I got it." Then her eyes scattered and she moved away.

"I should probably go now…it's getting late. See you tomorrow." Santana said and grabbed her stuff.

I don't know what I did. Did I do something weird? Did my thumb have some power inside it that said "leave my house Santana Lopez"…I don't think so…I've never heard it speak before. Maybe she just needed to get started on some homework? Right, Santana never does her homework. Maybe I'm just a creepy girl? Well she left my room like someone was chasing her and I definitely was not…or was I? No, I was just walking her out.

All I know is that tomorrow we are doing our performances and I get to see her in that yummy yellow dress again…she looked great in it. She is probably the most bea jflas dodifj—

"Dammit Clide stop clawing at my diary!" I shouted at my fluffy orange cat that always seemed to attack my diary when I was writing in it. The cat made a dumb look at me and jumped away. I swear it's like Clide wants to read my diary.

- Well…now I lost my train of thought. Choo Choo time for me to hit the night train!

Farewell Diary! Dream of me!

- B

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