I'm sorry for the extremely late update on this. I think writing should be a fun thing to do, you know? Not a pressured thing. Anyways, I'm sorry that this chapter has been the shortest one yet. But, I'm kind of trying to work with another chapter too. And maybe kind of speeding it up, so I could focus on this one mainly. If you waited for a long ass time, thank you and so sorry. xx

Santana's POV

After our little chat in the kitchen, that blonde bitch (Quinn) sent me away with Brittany. Alone. It's not that I hate her or anything. I think she's (Brittany) incredibly hot, oh my god, and she's funny.

Nothing's bothering me about her. Maybe except the fact that she's my damn student. I honestly don't give a hot wet monkeys ass about that. Wait the fuck up! Am I actually crushing on her? Oh hell no. You haven't dated in...fucking forever. And you, as much as a bitch you are, you can't ruin her life. Not after Stephanie, or that other brunette chick. No.

Brittany seems like a smart person. I don't think she would do anything like that to a professor, right? Right.

Just remember this, Lopez, you don't do relationships. And you sure as hell don't fucking do feelings. So get your damn head out of those thoughts about her.

"Sanny?" Brittany says in that innocent voice of hers. I turn to my right and saw that she was looking at me.

"Huh? Yeah?" I smiled at her. I've never really liked people giving me nicknames. Except for 'San' since, you know, that's okay. But I guess she's an exception. Oh I wonder why.

"You okay?"

"Yes. I'm fine. Are you okay?" I asked her.

She smiles widely at me, and I feel my lips twitch upwards. This girl has like magical powers to make people fucking smile. You don't do feelings.

"I'm definitely okay!" Brittany beams, "I was wondering if you were okay with watching peter pan?" I could see her smiling nervously. I wonder why..oh wells.

I gave her a shrug, "I'm fine with anything." I told her.

She smiles at me softly, "Okay!" she says happily and skips over to the TV. I can't help but admire her body. God, those curves. Wait, the fuck? Woah, San, seriously. No.

"You should really not check out your student, Santana." I hear Quinn's voice in my ear. And it caught me off guard. Where the fuck did she ever appear from?! Is she some god damn ninja or something? I can feel my heart beating rapidly faster.

"What the fuck!" I shouted at Quinn, which, surprised Brittany too. "You gave me a fucking heart attack, Q!"

I looked back at Brittany and I saw a panicky expression.

"Are you okay?" I asked her, confused but concerned.

"You're not going to die are you?" She asks softly, and my eyes widened. I turned to Quinn, and she was dumbfounded just as much as I am.

Suddenly, and moment of realization hit me, and I understood what she was saying. I turned to Brittany again and my eyes softened. "I was just saying that, Britt. It's just like a a figure of speech."

Her face scrunches up with confusion at first and then her features soften. I guess she figured it out.

"Okay! I get it!" She smiles widely at me. As much as that kind of scared me a little, I can't help but find Brittany a cute. The way her face scrunches up in confusion. Kind of like the way my nose does the same thing. Scrunches up.

"There you go. Come on beautiful, lets watch the damn movie." I told her. Why the fuck did you just say that, Lopez? You idiot! *Mentally face palms myself*

I could see her cheeks get redder, Ok, I take that back. You are a smooth little shit, Lopez. No, hold on, fuck no. She's your student. No feelings remember?

I could feel myself shake my head in a nod, but I could possibly be doing it in my head.

"Why are you shaking your head?" I hear another voice. Quinn. That blonde haired bitch.

"What?" my voice sounded a little dreamy, and my eyes look away from Brittany's direction.

"You were shaking your head." Brittany cuts in with a curious look on her face.

"Oh, I was.. uhm, thinking about work stuff."

"Omg, please tell me you aren't giving us a lot of work this year?" Quinn asks, and I just smirked mischievously at her.

"Well, you will never know." I tell her with a shrug and took the plate of lasagna from her hands. "Thanks, Quinnie." I winked at her, and then I winked at Brittany. That was our little dirty secret. Wait,...that sounds extremely kinky.

The movie just ended a couple of minutes ago. Quinn decided to call it a night because she was tired on the first day. But Brittany knew that Quinn was just finding excuses just to get Santana and her alone. She really did appreciate it, but it was their fucking history professor for fuck sakes.

"That was a really nice movie." Santana sparks up a conversation. "It's been a long time since I've ever watched a movie."

In a weird way, that little piece of information made Brittany's eyes go wide, which caused Santana to chuckle, and nod her head. "Yeah, I know. Unbelievable right?"

"Yeah," Brittany breathes out the words that escapes her mouth, "why is that though?"

Santana gives Brittany and confuse look before asking her, "Why is what?"

"Why have you not watch a movie?" Brittany asks in a soft voice. Scared that she might speak too loud.

"I could think of a few reasons." Santana shrugs before continuing. "It's just that with my whole busy schedule and all, it's impossible to sit down sometimes and watch a movie. Or at least go shopping for new clothes." the Latina sighs.

"That...- sucks to be you."

Santana giggles lightly, and Brittany joins along. It's jsut something about Santana's laugh, smile, and giggle that makes it really infectious, that you can't help but go along with it. She see's the Latina check her watch on her left wrist, and Santana sighs sadly.

"I have to get going now." Santana looks at Brittany apologetically. "I wish I could stay longer, but it's already past one o'clock, and I should get going. I really need to do some boring teacher stuff." Santana huffs while rolling her eyes playfully. Causing the blonde dancer to smile, and laugh softly.

"It's alright, San, I understand." Brittany offers a smile.

"Good night." Brittany says, while Santana steps out of their door.

"Good night." Santana says, while turning back to Brittany, and smiling widely. "Thanks for tonight."

"You should thank Quinn for that. But, you're welcome anyway." Brittany shrugs, her smile never faltering.

"Have a good night, Britt-britt." Santana says in a playful husk voice, and walks away, waving to Brittany seductively.

"g-good night.." Brittany stutters and walks back slowly to her apartment.

Little did she know Santana was smirking to herself.

Well done Santana. You actually made her stutter. Oh yes yes, but what did that accomplish you? Oh right! Nothing! Absolutely nothing.

Santana rolled her eyes at herself, and walked into the lift. Trying her best to not think of inappropriate things about Brittany.

All the things I would do to her.

"You like her don't you?" Quinn asks, when Brittany walks into the apartment.

"WOAH! Quinn! Don't do that!"

"Answer the question, Britt-britt," Quinn says in a mock voice, to impersonate Santana.

Brittany simply rolled her eyes at her best friend, and walk pass her. "Whatever."

"Ooooo, so you do!" Quinn squeals.

"Good night, Q." Brittany says, while walking towards her door and closing it.

"Ohhh, this is good. They will have no idea what was going to hit them." Quinn smirks to herself, and began planning mentally.

Again, I apologize how short this is. But, I'll make sure to fix that soon. In the mean time, tell me what you think should happen next. xx :)