Again thank you for the reviewing, alerting, reading and story faving. It's making me feel even more guilty for this late update. You know, it's pretty hard to update this story faster. I don't have a lot of time to write so I just do a few scenes every now and then. Also what I wanted to do the previous chapter but what I completely forgot, is answering to some questions you ask me. I have also a question for you guys: would you like me to switch perspectives sometimes or do you want me stay with only Britt's POV?

Also I have to be up in just a few hours so I didn't re-read it, so all mistakes are mine.

Phoenix4725: I was actually planning on doing that but don't forget that she has just moved to the other side of the world so yeah she is a little insecure about everything there, which is logical.

Isabel17: (as this question was in Dutch, I'll answer in Dutch) Ja, er zijn meerdere fanfics waar Britt uit Nederland komt. Twee heb ik er sowieso gelezen. Eentje heette er, volgens mij, Run Santana Run. Maar dat weet ik niet zeker. Die ander weet ik niet meer hoe die heet. Sorry!

Enjoy!

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Chapter 4

Crap. I'm lost again. I should have asked Santana where the choir room is. Santana. I literally cannot stop thinking about her. Every thought I have, she somehow just pops up. For example, I saw a group of Cheerio's walking by, going to the gym and immediately my thoughts went to Santana. But that's normal, right? But then a few minutes later I saw some kid, with a weird afro standing at his locker and I wondered if Santana would have made fun of him. Every single thought includes her.

I round a corner and I groan loudly. This is the third time I ended up here. I could just wait outside until Santana is ready with her Cheerio's practice, but I have no clue how I get outside.

Another groan leaves my mouth and I turn around, looking for the entrance.

"Hey Brittany, right?" I hear a voice behind me. I'm startled a little bit, because I didn't expect anyone to be in the hallway right now.

"Yeah, that's me." I say a little uncomfortable. Do I know him? He seems familiar but I don't know where I know him from.

"Artie." He says, probably noticing that I don't know his name. Oh yeah. Artie, guy in the wheelchair, got it. Member of Glee. Hey, maybe he can help me find the choir room.

"Right sorry. I am kinda lost. Could you maybe show me where the choir room is?" I ask him with my sweetest smile on my face.

He blushes and clears his throat. Why is he blushing? Oh right, my "sweetest smile" looks a lot like my "flirt smile". I'm about to say that I am absolutely not flirting with him but he has already opened his mouth.

"Yeah. I'm on way to the choir room right now. Just follow me." His eyes check out every inch of my body and then he turns around allowing me to follow him.

I hear Rachel's voice before the choir room came into sight, so I slightly pick up my pace. It's not that Artie isn't nice, he is actually. He just gives me the creeps.

"Thanks Artie." I call over my shoulder and smile at him again.

When I step inside the room, everybody turns their head to me and smile. I wave excitedly and walk over to Rachel and give her a hug.

"Thank God, you're alive!" She exclaims. "We were worried Santana had done something to you. Are you okay? What did she want?"

"She actually apologized." I say while looking at the group. They look back at me with big eyes.

"I'm sorry. She apologized? Britt, what have you done to her?" Kurt asks me with his eyes comically wide open.

"I did nothing, I swear!" I say alarmed. How could they think I did something to her? "Why would I do something to Santana?"

Kurt and Rachel share a look. "What he means, Brittany, is that she never apologizes. Like one time she was running in the halls because she was late for Cheerio's practice and she bumped into me. I fell against the locker and she made me apologize." Rachel explains me. I frown. That's really mean. But now she had spent some time with Santana and had seen her behavior, it doesn't really surprise her.

Glee starts when Mr. Shuester walks in a few minutes late.

"Sorry I'm late you guys, but welcome back." He says a lot more enthusiastic than when he was teaching Spanish. "I heard that somebody wanted to audition today, so let's hear it for Brittany." I get a pat on my back from Rachel and a thumbs up from Kurt. I let out a shaky breath.

"So- uhm hi. I'm Brittany S. Pierce and I'll be singing Tik Tok by Kesha." I am really nervous. Dancing is not a problem for me, actually it's one of the few things I'm really good at but my singing isn't nearly as good.

"Whenever you're ready Brittany." Mr. Shuester tells me with a smile on his face. I nod and take a deep breath.

"Hit it." I say with much more confidence.

I start singing while walking around with my hips swaying to the beat seductively. I can hear a few wolf whistles coming from some guys but I don't pay a lot of attention to them.

The rest of the song I do some choreography I made up myself. And right before the end I even do a split which earns a big round of applause.

The moment I finish they all start clapping really loudly which makes me grin proudly. I totally blew them away.

"Wow Brittany. That was just amazing." Mr. Shue tells me with a warm smile on his face. "Welcome to the New Directions!"

"Thank you." I say to him and I go sit next to Rachel.

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"Do you want a ride home, Britt?" Rachel asks me when Glee is over. It was so much fun. Already the best class of my day.

"No she'll be driving with me, hobbit." I voice behind me says. Without turning around, I already know who it is. Santana. The person who hasn't left my mind yet.

"Hey Santana." I turn around and give her a big smile. For a moment it looks like she's about to smile back but she only nods. "Didn't you have Cheerio's practice?"

"No it was cancelled because there were way more auditions than Coach had expected." She tells me. Then she looks past me. "Why are you still here?"

Oh yeah: Rachel. I had actually forgotten that she was still here. She looks a little frightened, probably because of Santana.

"Britt, could you come here for a second?" Rachel asks me friendly. I nod and Rachel pulls me by the arm to the other side of the hall.

"Are you sure this is a good idea? I mean, I know she's your tutor but I don't trust her and you shouldn't either. She is pure evil. Who knows what she is going to do to you when you are studying together. Maybe she'll-"

"You know that I can still hear you, right hobbit?" Santana states and she starts walking towards us. Rachel visibly flinches and she hides behind me. "You're right though. I am her tutor. So we'll be studying. And do you really think I would do something bad to her?" At this she glances at me and gives me a soft, reassuring smile.

When she realizes that Rachel is not going to answer, she rolls her eyes and grabs my forearm. "Come on, Britts." Britts. I don't know why but when she says it, it makes me feel really good.

"I have to call my mom though. One second please." My mom always wants to know where I am. Some may find it annoying bit think it's just sweet. She nods and stands still.

I dial Mama's number but I get the voicemail. "Hey Mama, ik wilde even doorgeven dat ik wat later thuis ben vandaag." Santana gives me a confused look and raises an eyebrow. Oh right, English. "Uhm I mean I wanted to tell you that I'll probably a little later. Which you already know 'cause I just told you in Dutch. Anyways I will be studying with my tutor and I don't know what time I'll be home. Call me when you need me. Love you, bye."

"Finished?" Santana asks me and I nod so we start walking towards her car again. "You know I came to watch your Glee audition today."

"Really?"

"Yeah, and you were pretty dope, I guess." She tells me somewhat shyly. But that compliment makes my day. "Why aren't you auditioning for Cheerio's? I mean, I saw those moves and you'll probably be a great cheerleader." She is actually really enthusiastic about this and that makes me smile brightly.

"You really think that?" I ask her hopefully.

"Yeah, were really, really great. I mean not flawless or something and your singing needs some improvement but you were- I mean it was amazing." She tells me and for a moment I think that she is blushing. Aw how cute? "God, I sound like Berry right now. Gag."

I look at her and I just can't hold it in anymore. I turn towards her and give her a big hug.

"Thanks." I whisper in her ear.

"Yeah, yeah. Let go of me now."

"But I don't know actually." She looks confused at me. "I mean auditioning for Cheerio's. Maybe I will. But I really need all the time I have for studying and catching up with everything." I explain.

She nods understandingly and we've reached her car. She motions me to get in and so I do.

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"Santana?" I ask trying to get her attention. We are now in her room which is completely cool by the way. Her walls are all tinted black with red and she has some posters of artists. Also there's a big television in her room, probably bigger than the one we have in our living room. A Mac laptop is placed on her desk where she is currently working at. In front of the television is a big couch where I'm laying on right now. Also I've noticed that she had Playstation 3 and a Wii. So forget about what I said earlier about her room being cool, it's completely awesome.

"Yes Brittany?" She asks me without turning around. I've also noticed that she actually is becoming nicer. She no longer calls me Blondie and her eye rolling has become less.

"How come everybody is so afraid of you?" I ask quietly. I know it's a very personal question but I can't get out of my head how everybody talks about Santana. They've mostly sad mean things but they are all pretty scared of her and I wanna know why.

Santana turns around and raises an eyebrow. "You're pretty forward, aren't you? And pretty oblivious too. I don't know if you have noticed but I'm a complete bitch to everyone." She looks at me, daring me to say something and for a moment I just want to leave it at that. But I change my mind.

"Yeah I've noticed. Duh." I say while rolling my eyes, exactly the way she always does. "But I want to know why."

"None of your business, Blondie." She snaps at me. Okay… now we're back to being bitchy towards each other. Well, actually, her being a bitch to me.

I sigh loudly and look down at the math homework we got. Well, the homework I got. They didn't give anyone homework on the first day back but I have catching up to do. Anyways I don't understand it. Like at all. But now I've made Santana angry I don't really want to ask her because I'm also kinda mad at her. She just could have told me, she didn't want to tell me.

"I'm sorry." I mumble, hoping she has heard it because I said it quietly. She turns around surprised.

"Why?" She asks confused. Oh, she looks so cute with that confused look on her face. Okay, focus Brittany.

"For asking that question. But just for the record, I am not afraid of you and I don't think you're a 'complete bitch'." I say and she is looking even more confused and surprised.

"You don't? I mean why not? I have been awful to you, on your first day for God's sake."

"I don't know. You know, I am not a really smart person. But I know people. Like Rachel Berry, she likes to talk about herself, a lot. Her dads probably spoil her with so much love and adoration that she is not used to a lot of failure, which makes her work so hard to always accomplish." Santana just looks at me right now. Her eyes wide open, but I'm not finished yet. "Like I know you, Santana. You are setting up this act to be a bitch all around anybody to hide how you really feel."

She starts laughing but is obvious fake. Like really, really fake. "Ad how do I really feel? Please enlighten me, Doctor Brittany." She says sarcastically.

I roll my eyes. "When we were downstairs to get something to drink I noticed that little note on the fridge saying that your parents wouldn't be home tonight for dinner. You looked at it before you threw it away. While you were making our drinks and snacks I was looking around the kitchen and saw that calendar hanging there. I looked at it and I saw the busy schedule your parents have. Working late almost every day, away for weekends for some congresses. You are lonely, Santana." That smirk is wiped off her face when I finish the sentence and for a moment I think I may have gone too far. She looks really sad.

"I think we are ready for today." She states quietly. I have definitely gone too far and I feel really guilty right now.

"Santana, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to-"

"Hurt me? Well you did. Congrats, not many people have achieved that." She states bitterly.

"Well I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I really just want to be friends but you are just constantly bitching at me and being mean to me and I just… I don't know." I don't tell her accusingly. I just state is like it's the truth, because, you know, it kinda is.

"You want to be friends? With me?" She asks surprised.

"Uhm, yeah I made that clear a few hours ago at school and just a moment ago." That's what I had told her right.

"And as I have told you; I don't do friends." Santana states bitterly.

"Well maybe it's time that you do. I am known as a great friend." I say while wiggling my eyebrows.

She starts laughing and I know that's she's not laughing at me. So I start laughing with her.

"Could we maybe start again?" I ask her when our laughing dies down. She thinks for a moment but then she nods with a small smile on my face. "Great! Hi, I am Brittany S. Pierce and I am from Holland. I heard you're gonna be my new tutor. Fantastic, what is your name?" I say with a bright smile on my face while extending my hand.

"You're such a dork." Santana giggles and stops the moment when she realizes that she is. She blushes and coughs her throat. "I am Santana Lopez and I'm going to be your tutor for the rest of the year, so brace yourself because it's gonna be one hell of a ride." She shakes my hand and winks at me.

With the way we started this day, I think it's really going to be a hell of ride, but things can only get better.