A/N:

I love you guys! YES! Santana is a total douche and a coward with her defensiveness. I love the way she freaks out it's so terribly fun to write. I wanted to have the whole story up before Wrex The Halls tonight in San Diego but that didn't pan out. Yay! Tegan and Sara! If you hadn't already noticed the story and chapter titles have been titles of Tegan and Sara songs. So excited. While I'm off rockin' out and getting shit faced here's another chapter for you wonderful readers!

Spoiler Alert: Kissage! Yum!


Bright and early on Tuesday morning, Santana found herself leaning nonchalantly against a wall just outside of the Cheerios locker room. Decked in her usual badass attire. There was no denying that she looked fucking sexy in her ripped black skinny jeans, a red plaid shirt unbuttoned just enough to display her ample cleavage, fashionable but kick ass boots, dark sunglasses, and a signature leather jacket. As time passed she watched the growing amount of students shuffle into the halls of McKinley High School. Watched them blatantly stare at her. She didn't have an actual class until third period, her second period being independent study, which none of the bottom feeders around her knew. Leading them to assume she showed up late every day. Santana never bothered to correct the rumor because it only added to her badass reputation. So catching Santana Lopez, McKinley's infamous rebel, in the halls long before classes even started had the rumor mill churning.

Santana had come to the conclusion that her feelings for Brittany were seriously fucking with her life altering decision making skills. She was fretting over what the hell she was doing waiting for Brittany outside of the Cheerios locker room. If Brittany went along with Santana's (seriously dysfunctional) plan then boom! Santana would have practically shoved herself out of the closet. The entire school would know, for a fact, that Santana Lopez was a lesbian and the thought terrified her way more than she felt it ought to. She might have come to terms with her sexual identity and, if anyone asked, wouldn't be ashamed to admit she love the ladies but she wasn't ready for that kind of public announcement.

The dark haired girl was so lost in her anxious thoughts she didn't notice Brittany standing right in front of her until the blonde uttered out a clipped, strange sounding: "Hi..."

Santana managed a practiced grin, about to say something taunting back in return. The teasing words died on the tip of her tongue when Brittany suddenly pressed their lips together in a quick but electrifying kiss. It was little more than a peck but it left Santana shocked to her very core. Her dark sunglasses concealed the myriad of emotions flittering through hazy brown eyes. She was frozen, stunned to silence by the action. By the hint of pink across Brittany's freckled cheeks, the scent of the blonde's skin, the feel of her warm breath, the dizzying sight of fluttering golden lashes and swirling sapphire eyes. So close. She was so fucking close that Santana could taste her. Could bridge the barely there gap between them and feel those soft lips again. Could tangle her trembling fingers in blonde hair and-

"What the hell are you doing, Brittany?!"

Quinn's venomous hiss had Santana responding to the question without thinking, her senses returning along with her haughty smirk. "With all the lesbian porn you watch I would've assumed you'd be used to some girl on girl action, Fabgay."

Quinn was stunned, her furious hazel eyes shooting between the two girls. The taunting jab caused her to gape like a fish, at a loss for retort.

Santana used her regained bravado to curl her arm around Brittany's waist. Wordlessly grabbing the blonde's bag, slinging it onto her shoulder, and leading Brittany toward her first period class. She barked at the crowd of students to get lost and they quickly dispersed, scurrying as far away from the couple as possible. When they were far enough away from listening ears Santana shoved Brittany into an empty classroom. Easily cornering the surprised blonde against a desk. The brunette's expression gave everything away.

"What the fuck did you kiss me for?" The angry, and slightly panicked, tremble in Santana's voice made Brittany grimace.

The cheerleader was still in mild shock over her own actions and the brunette's altogether menacing demeanor had her stuttering. "I-I… I don't… I wasn't… I thought it would be a good idea to get the rumors out there ASAP so, um, k-kissing you seemed like the fastest way to… do that."

"This was my idea, Pierce. You should have fucking warned me you were planning to kiss me in front of half the school."

"It was a spur of the moment decision. I didn't know-"

"A warning would have sufficed." Santana backed away from the blonde, putting some much needed distance between them before she gave in to her urges and jumped the girl's bones. "Discussion. End of."

Satisfied with Brittany's silence, the brunette turned away and made her way to the exit.

Brittany didn't have a choice but to follow because Santana still had her backpack. Plus, she wasn't done with their conversation and didn't appreciate Santana reprimanding her like a child. "What was I supposed to say? 'Hey Santana, I'm going to kiss you now'?"

Santana stopped next to a row of lockers with a heavy sigh and turned to face the blonde. "Look, it just took me by surprise and I hate surprises. Let's just forget about it, ok?"

Clenching her jaw and nodding begrudgingly, Brittany took the explanation as the closest she would get to an apology for Santana's behavior. They continued on toward Brittany's first period class in relative silence. Mostly ignoring the stares from passing students. Well, Brittany was ignoring the stares while Santana openly glared at the offenders. Once they arrived at the door to the classroom Santana handed over the cheerleader's bag. Her features still set somewhere between stoic and irate. Brittany accepted her bag with a terse thank you before turning to go in.

Santana caught Brittany's hand. Her voice soft and nearly inaudible over the din of crowded the hallway. "Hey."

Drawn in by the timid quality of Santana's voice and the gentle hand holding her own, Brittany turned toward the brunette. She certainly didn't expect the other girl completely invading her personal space. She couldn't decipher the dark glint shining in Santana's eyes or the inviting curve at her full lips.

When Santana spoke again her voice was an alluring mix between bitingly sarcastic and purposefully teasing. "I'm going to kiss you now."

Then the dark haired vixen was kissing her, soft and sultry and slow. Brittany's eyelids fluttered shut at the feel. She ignored the frantic thoughts rushing through her mind on overdrive because holy crap Santana Lopez was kissing her and it felt so, so very good. It was all she could do to lose herself to the sensations. To lose herself to the tingling buzz at her lips, give in to the urge and simply indulge. Lips parted and tongues entered the equation, eliciting an embarrassing gasp from Brittany when their tongues brushed. The taste of Santana's lip gloss had her head spinning and an insistent throb settling in the pit of her stomach. The soft little noise was enough to send Santana spiraling out of control. Her hand slipped around the back of the blonde's neck, pulling the girl closer. Pressing their bodies tightly together. Deepening their rapidly intensifying kiss. She was seriously on the verge of dragging Brittany into the nearest vacant space and devouring her.

"Warned you." The brunette managed to pull herself away, hot breath caressing Brittany's blushing ear in a husky mocking whisper before she was strutting away. Leaving the blonde to stare hazily after her until Santana disappeared around a corner.

Brittany was snapped out of her daze by the clearing of someone's throat. She shook the fuzziness from her brain to find her first period teacher looking annoyed and gesturing for Brittany to enter the suddenly packed room. "Now that I have your attention, Miss Pierce. Would you care to join the rest of the class?"


"The hell are you losers doing here?" Santana addressed the four idiots who were occupying her lair under the bleachers. They weren't necessarily her friends because Santana Lopez didn't have friends. They didn't share secrets or have meaningful conversations about life or hang out at each other's houses after school or anything. They were more like fellow badasses and the few people she let herself be seen with at school. None of them cared enough about anything to give a flying fuck. They sometimes hung out under the bleachers drinking and smoking. And sometimes they pulled pranks together or fucked around with some nerds. That, however, was the extent of their camaraderie.

She made her way toward the beat up old couch in the center, glaring at the grinning idiot sitting atop it. Her stride paused only briefly when a shrill voice emitted from the iPhone in the dark haired boy's hand. "Puckerman! Tell Satan this is an intervention!"

"What the fuck do you mean by 'intervention'?" Santana snatched the phone from Puck, glaring down at the annoying face she found on the screen. Her best gay merely glared right back at her, sitting pretty in some fancy chair and sporting his Dalton Academy uniform. "And why did you let Puck sit his nasty ass on my couch, Kurt?" The brunette didn't wait for an explanation, her sharp brown eyes focusing back on the offending idiot. "You still getting it on with, Fabitch?"

Puck's sleazy grin widened and he waggled his dark brows. "Why? You proposing a threesome?"

The comment only served to piss her the fuck off. Santana lifted him by the shirt collar, pointing to the exit with the hand holding his phone. "Told you not to fucking speak to me until you got rid of the not so Virgin Mary."

"Santana! Let him go." Kurt used his stern voice, which had Santana letting go of Puck even though he wasn't even physically with them. Kurt just had that kind of affect on her and Puck… well, she still wanted to beat that damned grin off of his face.

The air remained tense as Santana glared at her ex bro until another voice cut in. The Mack was all for knifing a bitch but when Snixx came out all hell broke loose and she didn't feel like getting caught in the crossfire. "Jeez, Lopez. Relax."

Aphasia, who was mostly impartial over the entire affair, looked up from counting her stolen lunch money to add in her two cents. Voicing what no one else wanted to say out loud. "You best take a chill pill 'cause I didn't sign up for a visit from auntie Snixx."

Lauren scoffed from her position against a rusty old bench press. "Don't listen to these nerds. Bring on the violence."

Kurt sighed from miles away, shaking his head wearily and gaining Santana's attention. "Calm down, Santana. Puckerman is your friend. We're all your friends."

The comment garnered an eye roll from Santana although she begrudgingly let Puck off with an irritated glare and plopped down on her couch. Taking up the entire space and forcing Puck to move. He found a spot leaning against a pillar and shook his head at her antics. Santana was one of his closest friends until he announced he was dating Quinn and they had a huge falling out. One that resulted in Santana punching him square in the face after he'd said maybe Quinn was right, maybe the reason Santana didn't have any actual friends really was because she was just a bitch. They hadn't spoken since and had he not seen the brunette put the Tiffany's bracelet in Brittany's locker that day or listened to Quinn's bitching about what Brittany told her he probably wouldn't have called Kurt. Nevertheless he did care about Santana as a friend and didn't want to see her get burned by whatever the hell she thought she was doing messing with Brittany Pierce. He'd known about Santana's crush since middle school. Plus, Santana really needed to work on her leering.

"Tell me what's going on, Kurt." Santana glared at the phone once more. "I don't need an 'intervention'." An upset frown pulled at her lips. "I'm not addicted to anything."

"Oh, sweetie." Kurt's voice was all sad and sugary. His clear blue eyes softening as he stared back at the girl. "You're in denial. It's ok. We're all here to help you through this."

Santana rolled her eyes in exasperation. He so wasn't making any sense. "Will someone please tell me what the hell this is about?"

"Come on, S." Mack settled the other brunette with a look that said 'you know exactly what this is about'. "You've been crushing hardcore on Brittany Pierce since kindergarten and-"

"Say what?!" Aphasia stuffed her stolen cash in her jacket pocket; suddenly way more interested in the intervention thing she was supposed to be participating in. She'd been paying more attention to the vending machine she was breaking into earlier than Mack's explanation about why they had to meet under the bleachers. "You're telling me Snixx has a thing for the stupid white bitch who thinks the square root of 4 is rainbows?"

Lauren's cackled 'that was priceless' was overshadowed by Santana's enraged growl. "Shut your fucking mouths! She isn't stupid!"

Kurt tried once again to verbally halt Santana while Mack and Puck rushed to physically hold the brunette back before she could launch herself at a cruelly grinning Aphasia. Santana fought against their hold on her, yelling curses at the girl in Spanish. Lauren lumbered over from her seat atop the old bench press to nonchalantly push Santana back down into her seat. Holding the still struggling brunette down with her vice like grip.

"This is exactly why you need an intervention, Santana!" Kurt's exasperated screaming sounded from the iPhone, now in Puck's hand and being held in front of Santana who was still scowling at Aphasia. Upon finding Kurt's half worried, half disappointed face staring down at her Santana started to cool down. Listening to his words. "You're acting crazy. I didn't believe Puck at first when he told me you were doing all these little romantic gestures in order to woo your way into Brittany's heart but... really? 'Fake' dating her in a vain attempt to flush out her Secret Admirer which, hello, is you? What happens when she finally realizes it was you the whole time?"

"I haven't thought that far ahead! Everything just kind of," Santana sighed heavily, shoulders slumped and expression falling. "Happened."

"Dayum, Snixx." Aphasia's expression shifted from smug to concerned. "You got it bad."

"Why didn't you just tell her?" Puck intoned softly.

"I was going to. I just... I don't know. Every time I get close to telling her it's me, I'm the one who wrote her those letters and gave her those gifts, something always happens. I've been dropping hints like crazy but she... it's like she doesn't see me. Like it wouldn't occur to her even if I yelled it at the top of my lungs."

"Wow. Seriously..." The voice had the group of friends turning toward the ominous figure standing at the entrance of the bleachers. "Wow. You're Prince Charming?"

"Babe!" Puck looked mildly panicked, shooting an apologetic glance in Santana's direction before rushing toward his girlfriend. This so wasn't good. "You've got it all wrong. Santana was-"

"Can it, Noah." Quinn's heavy stare never left the brunette who only glared right back. "I've been listening since Lezpez started her little confession."

"You want me to cut her, S?" Mack stood from her perch next to Santana. Glaring the bitch down.

"I'm in." Zieces crossed her arms over her chest, her demeanor intimidating. "I've been wanting to bring the pain on her since she ruined my campaign for Homecoming Queen last year."

Mack and Lauren spared a glare at a bored looking Aphasia. "Shit. Don't be looking at me, bitches. You know I only got one more strike before they send me back to Ms. Hitchens."

"Girls!" They all turned toward the phone still in Puck's hand. "Nobody is cutting anyone! Puckerman! Let me talk to your lady."

Puck did as told despite the annoyed glare he received from his girlfriend.

"You're in on this too?" Quinn scoffed at Kurt. "If Brittany knew you-"

"She won't know because you are not going to repeat a word of this to anyone."

"I'm not taking orders from-"

"Not a word, Quinn." Kurt gave the blonde a stern stare. "Or I'll tell everyone about our friend Lucy. You remember her, don't you."

Quinn gaped at the boy. It was clearly non negotiable. Barely anyone knew about her miraculous transition from Lucy Caboosey the friendless, fat ass, large nosed freak to Quinn Fabray the pretty, popular, head cheerleader. "You would blackmail your own flesh and blood?"

"I learned from the best, my dear cousin. Or did you forget about all the times you threatened to tell my dad that I'm gay?"

Quinn's features softened slightly. She grabbed the phone from Puck, turning away from the group to speak more softly to her cousin. "I thought we were past that, Kurt. I didn't know my parents would react the way they did."

"It is in the past and I forgive you, I do. All I'm asking is for you to let Santana tell Brittany on her own."

"I know I come off as a cold hearted bitch sometimes but-"

Kurt scoffed, blue eyes twinkling with mirth. "Sometimes?"

"Okay," She rolled her eyes at the inquiry, a hint of a smirk playing at her lips. "Most of the time. Anyway, the point is Brittany is my best friend and I can't keep something like this from her. I mean... Santana Lopez, the girl that's practically made her life hell for years, is her Secret Admirer. That's a really big secret to keep, Kurt."

"It's also a really big secret that isn't yours to tell."

After a few moments Quinn nodded in acquiescence. Passing the phone back to Puck. Her usual bitchy stare was back in place, hard hazel eyes meeting Santana's. "This isn't some sick joke to you? You're really in love with Brittany?"

A moment of tense silence blanketed the area. Puck, Lauren, Mack, and Aphasia exchanged 'oh shit' glances at Santana's telltale flinch. They all knew what was about to happen and how badly the oblivious cheerleader done fucked shit up.

"It's just a crush! I didn't say anything about..." Santana looked like she's having trouble spitting the word out. Her face flushed and features tense. "You know what?" She stood and rushed toward the exit. Not bothering to look at anyone as she hightailed it out of there. "I'm done with this shit."

"Nice going, Fabray." Lauren stared the cheerleader down.

"How is Lopez being a bitch my fault?"

"Babe. How do I put this?" He ran a hand through his Mohawk, cautiously choosing his words. "Santana is... She has... uh, she's sort of allergic to-"

"The word freaks her out." Mack offered with a pop of her chewing gum and a shrug. To her the whole thing was becoming hopeless at a quickening pace. No way were they going to get Santana to bounce back after the Cheerio dropped the 'L' word.

"Word?" Quinn was honestly clueless. "What word?"

"L-O-V-E," Aphasia rolled her eyes. Adopting a vapid valley girl accent. "Like, duh."

"Quinn's faux pas aside." Kurt interrupted what was sure to end in a catfight. "What are we going to do? There's no way Santana is going to tell Brittany any time soon now that Quinn's slip up has her even more terrified."

They stared at each other mutely. Lauren was glaring daggers at Quinn. Quinn stared hard at the ground while contemplating how the hell she could've known Santana would react so strongly toward a simple word. Aphasia was back to counting her money. Mack continued popping her gum, lost in thought. Kurt was tapping his finger against his chin, shaking his head at an idea every few seconds.

It was Puck who broke the silence, a wicked grin gracing his handsome features. "I think have an idea."

Against his better judgment Kurt prompted the other boy for more detail. "We're listening."

"Well, technically, it's Santana's idea." The dark haired boy rubbed sheepishly at the back of his neck.

Kurt, whose patience was wearing incredibly thin, snapped at the boy. "Out with it already, Puckerman."

"We make Brittany's Secret Admirer jealous and force her into revealing herself."


"Okay." Brittany leaned forward in her seat opposite of Santana. Her bright blue eyes taking in Santana's part broody, part kicked puppy expression. It was kind of cute but the blonde really couldn't enjoy her ice cream with the brunette sitting across from her in a funk. Especially since Santana had barely touched the rocky road ice cream she'd made Brittany buy her. "What's wrong?"

Santana didn't even bother looking up at the girl. In truth she knew she should have parted ways with her crush after school ended but she couldn't stop herself from making up yet another excuse to spend more time with Brittany. They were out having ice cream on the premise that they needed to be seen together outside of school to make their unusual relationship believable. Brittany had bought it and the fact only made Santana feel even worse. She attempted to assuage Brittany's questioning with a shrug. "Nothing. I'm fine."

"You are not fine, Santana. Something is wrong. It's all over your face."

The brunette responded by cutely rubbing at her face, a hint of a pout jutting at her plump bottom lip. "No it's not."

"Alright. You don't have to tell me what's wrong." The blonde held up her hands in mock surrender. Fighting off the giggles that threatened to leave her at Santana's cute reaction but unable to subdue the amused smile at her lips. "But you need to quit being so… mysterious." She initially wanted to say guarded because that was the first word to pop into her mind when describing Santana's reluctance to share but decided against it. Figuring that the self proclaimed badass would be offended by it. "We're friends now so you can, you know, tell me things."

The statement was bittersweet for Santana. She always wanted to be closer to Brittany so hearing her crush tell her that they were friends made her both elated and depressed. She was happy because she felt honored that Brittany considered them to be close though she was upset by the fact that Brittany didn't see her as more than that. Kurt's words from the intervention repeated in her head, not helping her current situation at all. The whole thing just made her feel progressively worse about lying to Brittany.

"Hey." Brittany grabbed a hold of Santana's hand and ducked her head to meet the brunette's eyes. She couldn't explain what made her reach out for the other girl. Couldn't explain the incessant urge inside of her that had her wanting to wipe that depressing look from Santana's face and replace it with a smile. A growing part of her acknowledged that Santana had the cutest smile.

The unexpected contact had Santana's heart beating wildly beneath her chest and her downtrodden thoughts vanishing. When Brittany's hopeful blue eyes met her own and the blonde gave her the most beautiful smile, Santana couldn't help the twitch at her own lips in response. Brittany's hand was soft and warm and comforting in hers and the thought that it belonged there struck a chord so deep in Santana that she felt it in her bones. Making her ache and crave and long for more.

"We should go somewhere fun to cheer you up." Her smile only brightened as the dark haired girl smiled tentatively back at her.

Santana couldn't stop her heart from rattling her ribcage. The damnable organ was beating some kind of excited rhythm that thumped wildly and made it near impossible for her to hear herself speak past the pounding in her ears. "What do you have in mind?"

"How about I surprise you?"

Santana's pout returned at the suggestion. Her dark brows furrowing above soulful brown eyes. "I don't like surprises."

"Well, you'll like my surprises." Brittany giggled at Santana, her other hand moving toward the brunette's face to poke playfully at her pouted bottom lip. "Because mine are the best."

Santana giggled at that, like, legit giggled for the first time in Brittany's presence. "I'm sure they are."

Brittany thought the brunette's giggle was even cuter than her pout. The way Santana's eyes crinkled and her nose scrunched and the way she threw her head back just so was the most adorable thing Brittany had ever seen. She never thought of the brunette as beautiful until that very moment, despite the strange bout of butterflies fluttering in her stomach, Brittany's smile widened considerably at the response. Without warning Brittany stood from her seat, pulling/dragging Santana toward her car, their hands still clasped together. Santana was hyper aware of the fact as she let the blonde drag her through the parking lot, a goofy grin involuntarily planting itself across her face. The day's upsetting events momentarily forgotten.