Sophomore Year/Present

"To the right." Santana gasped before frowning. "No, Brittany, your other right."

"Oh." Brittany mumbled through the kiss. When she fixed her mistake, Santana let out a small cry and tensed up in Brittany's arms. Brittany kissed the top of her forehead as Santana came down from the high. When the brunette looked into the blonde's eyes, she smiled.

"I've gotten better?"

"You still don't know your left from your right." Santana scolded. "Am I going to have to teach you again?" Her dark eyes were filled with a playful threat and she flipped Brittany onto her back. Brittany closed her eyes and grinned and arched her back.

"Mmk." She said.

"Maybe I should punish you instead." Santana hissed, straddling her.

"Mmk." Brittany repeated, her grin only widening. Santana smirked and got off of her and proceeded to pick up her clothing from Brittany's floor. Brittany sat up, shocked.

"Hey!" She balked. "Wait, I thought when you said punish you were going to do the thing with the pom-pom!" Santana looked at her mischievously.

"That's a reward babe." Brittany pouted.

"Pleeaaasee?" She put on her best puppy dog eyes knowing Santana was extremely vulnerable to the effect. Santana looked away before she was pulled in. Brittany then began sniffling. "I thought I did well..." Santana turned around.

"Oh fuck you."

"Mmk!" Brittany lay back down and Santana burst into laughter and climbed into bed on top of her. She kissed her and Brittany looped her arms around her neck.

"I love you, San." Brittany whispered. Santana's eyes went wide and she backed off. Brittany looked at her, panic welling in her throat.

"What did I do?" Brittany asked. "Am I being punished again?" She held up her hands. "Look! Right, left!" She held up her left hand an then her right hand respectively. Santana shook her head.

"That's not it. What the hell did you say?" She demanded.

"I said 'I love you, San.'" Brittany repeated.

"As a friend, right?" Santana replied.

"No...like how Finn loves Rachel, or how Mr. Shue loves that crazy counselor lady." Brittany insisted. "I love you." She said it with a casual smile as if she had said it all her life. Santana let her words sink in before starting to put on her clothes.

"No, Brittany, you don't know what the word 'love' means. We have sex every so often but that does not constitute love." Santana snapped, slipping on her socks. "Oh god...why..." Brittany looked down at the bed, confused and pouting.

"I was so sure I was right this time..." She mumbled. Santana placed her hands on her shoulders.

"We're best friends, Brit."

"We have lots of sex. I don't see Mercedes and Kurt having sex. Or Puck and Finn, even when they didn't hate each other's guts."

"That's because Kurt is gay and Puck and Finn don't like anything that has the same amount or more balls than...that's not the point Brit. The point is you don't love me like that." Santana said this in the gentlest way she could. "I like you and I like having sex with you but nothing more than that." She squeezed her shoulders and stood up.

"Then teach me." Brittany blurted. "I mean...you've always taught me how this stuff works. Teach me what love is." Santana paused. A few seconds passed before Santana opened the door.

"I can't. In order to teach you, I'd have to be in love with you and I'm not." She closed the door as she made her exit. Brittany brought her knees up to her face and frowned. There was a hurt feeling in her chest, almost like she couldn't breathe or wanted to cry. Instead, she waited until she heard Santana's car pull away and went to go talk to the person who told her she was in love.


"You were wrong."

"Excuse me?" Quinn asked.

"I'm not in love with Santana." Brittany replied. "She said so."

"You told her?" Quinn raised an eyebrow. Brittany nodded. "Oh boy, this is great." Quinn looked around as if the answers would come from the air. "Look, I don't know what she said to you..."

"She said 'No, Brittany, you don't know what the word 'love' means. And 'We have sex every so often but that does not constitute love.'" Brittany replied. Quinn made a face when the image of the two having sex popped into her head but she quickly shook it off.

"Sweetie, you might not know what the word 'love' means but I sure as hell do. The way you follow Santana with your eyes, the way you trail after her and seek her approval, the way you light up when she walks into the room, honey, that's love."

"But she said..."

"She's scared, Brit. You want to know why?" Quinn asked. Brittany nodded. "She loves you too. I watch her. I know. When you're not looking, she's staring directly at you and she smiles. Santana never smiles at anyone like that. You know what else? She laughs when you're around and a bitch when you're not."

"Wait...she loves me?" Brittany tried to clarify and wrap her mind around the idea.

"Duh. Everyone knows."

"Even Finn?"

"Even Finn who is almost as dense as you are." Brittany looked around the room. It was particularly hot that day, even if the AC was cranked up. And something had to be funny because she couldn't stop smiling and she didn't know why. All she knew was that she wanted to get up and dance. She looked back at Quinn who smiled at her sweetly.

"What do I do?" Brittany asked.

"Hah. I have no idea how to handle Santana. That's your job."

"I might have an idea..." The two turned sharply to see Puck standing in the doorway, hands in his pocket.

"How long have you been there?" Quinn demanded.

"Long enough. I have an idea."

"Remember the last idea you had?" Quinn reminded.

"Look, how the hell was I supposed to know that it would blow up in the locker?" Puck defended. "But seriously, I have a great idea."

"What is it?" Brittany asked. Puck smiled.

"Make out with me." Quinn stood up and hit him on the shoulder.

"You pig!"

"Ow ow! No, hear me out, seriously please."

"I don't see how making out with you is going to make Santana any happier." Brittany commented and then, casting a glance at Quinn who looked about to murder Puck, "or Quinn."

"Listen." Puck insisted. "Jealousy is like...crack for girls like Santana. When she wants something, she'll get it. If someone else gets in there before her, she goes nuts trying to get it back." Brittany nodded, this was true. She remembered back in Kindergarten when a boy took Santana's legos and she beat the crap out of him, forcing her into time out. "I mean, back when we were dating, I used to hook up with all kinds of girls just to get her jealous because phew, that girl is hot when she shoves you against the wall..."

"You're on thin ice, buddy." Quinn hissed.

"But you're hotter, babe." Puck added quickly. Quinn twisted her lip and frowned.

"As much as I hate you right now, maybe it would work." Quinn said. Brittany looked back and forth at the two of them.

"Are you sure?" She asked. Puck smirked.

"Positive, trust me, it'll be fool proof."


On the pretense of summer, Puck called party to celebrate. Everyone from the Glee club arrived in the evening where there was beer and liquor in stacks on the kitchen counter. Brittany poured herself a sprite and pretended it was alcohol. It didn't take long before everyone was singing and dancing in the living room and making a general mess. Puck sat right next to Brittany who looked increasingly uncomfortable due to Santana glaring daggers at the two of them. Puck yawned, stretched his arms and put one around the blonde's shoulders who tensed a little. Santana bristled and took another long drink from her solo cup.

"Hey Brit...you're looking fine today." Puck drawled. Brittany could smell the alcohol on his breath and wasn't sure if he was acting or not.

"Thanks, Puck." She said awkwardly. Puck, making eye contact with Santana for a second so that he knew she was watching, leaned over and kissed Brittany. Brittany inwardly shirked but forced herself to kiss him back. Even without opening her eyes, she could feel the hate emanating from the couch across the room. She broke the kiss.

"I um...I'll be right back." She said hastily before rushing off. Puck settled back down.

"Dude, what are you doing?" Finn asked, sitting to the other side of him.

"Getting into her pants, what do you think I'm doing?" Puck sneered.

"You have Quinn!" Finn raised his voice.

"Yeah well, baby mama hasn't been all that exciting lately. I'm thinking about trying out the other blonde, see if she's still as good as I remember. Maybe knock her up a little too." Puck wondered if he had gone to far.

"You're way out of line." Finn stood up. The next thing he knew, Santana had walked over to them and dumped her cup all over Puck's head.

"What the hell?" Puck yelled, standing up. Santana kicked him as hard as she could in the crotch and he went down on his knees. She punched the side of his head.

"You fucking stay away from her!"

"Santana!" Finn grabbed her arms and pulled her away while Puck rolled around on the floor in pain. "Chill out!"

"Get your frankenhands off of me before I remove them!" Santana shouted, stomping on his foot.

"San!" Everyone stopped and looked at Brittany who had her hands covering her mouth. She rushed over to Puck. "Puck are you ok?" Santana let out a cry of frustration and stormed out of the house.

"Fuck me." Puck groaned, eyes scrunched up in pain. Quinn knelt down beside him.

"Told you it wouldn't work." She said, stroking his head before turning to Brittany. "I'll take care of genius here. Go after her." Brittany nodded and chased after Santana.

"Santana, wait!" Brittany yelled. Santana walked faster. "Wait! Please!"

"I don't want to hear it Brittany." She snapped.

"Please, wait, it wasn't supposed to be like this!" Brittany caught up and grabbed her by the arm.

"Be like what? You and Puck sucking face? Please, you'd suck face with anyone." Brittany shrunk away.

"It wasn't like that." She whispered.

"Explain then. Explain this."

"Puck thought it was a good idea..."

"And you went with it?" Santana almost laughed.

"So did Quinn." Santana was taken aback by this. She didn't expect Quinn to be part of the explanation.

"What?" Brittany bit her lip.

"I love you, San." She admitted.

"What? No, Brit, we've been over this, no you don't."

"Quinn and Puck said that...if I could make you jealous...then you'd admit that you love me too." Santana's heartbeat quickened. "How did they know?"

"Well they're wrong. I'm not in love with you."

"But they said that..."

"They're wrong, ok?" Santana snapped.

"Why are you crying?" Brittany reached up and brushed away the tears falling from Santana's eyes. Santana bit her lip. She seized Brittany's face in her hands and kissed her deep and hard. When they broke apart, Santana wiped the tears away.

"You're not in love with me." She said. "To you...to you, I'm no one special. I'm...I'm like your teacher. One day you're going to graduate from me and I don't know if I can handle that." Brittany looked down at her feet.

"Well...you're a good teacher. I learn better from you." She said. "And...maybe I can get my PMS from you."

"Ph.D" Santana corrected.

"See? You're always there to correct my mistakes." Brittany took Santana's hands in her own. "I think I could learn from you forever." Santana couldn't help but laugh and she kissed Brittany.

"I don't know if I can do this." She said but both of them knew it was only half hearted.

"It's ok." Brittany said, kissing her forehead. "I do. Just do what I do." She grinned and Santana laughed aloud.

"I guess I should go check on Puck. He deserved all of that though." The two of them held hands and walked the short way back. When they entered the house, Puck was sitting at the table with a bag of ice to his head and Quinn sitting beside him. When the two of them saw Santana and Brittany, specifically their hands laced together, Puck smiled.

"I told you it would work, babe." He said. Quinn rolled her eyes and turned away. Puck mouthed "blowjob" and Santana gave him a disgusted look. The two went onto the back porch. Brittany only left to get two cups of water for them. Santana looked down at her hands. A part of her was still scared as she had been since their first kiss. But each and every time she considered just calling it off, she thought of Brittany's beaming smile. "It'll be worth it." She thought. Santana suddenly had a realization and she smiled, looking at Brittany as she came back with a glass of water in each hand.

"You know, Brit, this is the second time you know how to do something that I don't." She stated. Brittany tilted her head.

"When was the first?"

It was her. The first day of elementary school, a brunette girl stood, transfixed by the image of a blonde girl squatting in front of dandelions. There was no mistaking it, that was the blonde that had danced in the park. She wanted to get away but the blonde looked up and walked over, a grin plastered on her face.

"Hi!" She said. "You're the girl from the park! The singer!" When the brunette said nothing, the blonde took her hand and shook it. "I'm Brittany."

"Santana." The brunette responded automatically.

"You sang for me! Can you do it again? You have a pretty voice." Brittany said, beaming. Santana nodded and before she knew what she was saying, she blurted

"Can you teach me to dance?" The blonde looked like she had just won the lottery.

"Duh!" She took Santana by her hands and led her into the middle of the park. "You know, I could teach you lots of stuff! My mommy says I'm smart." Santana looked at the smiling blonde and believed every word she said.

"Teach me."

The End