Alright, thanks guys, so much for the reviews, hope you continue to. This one's just a little plot developer. Hope you enjoy and comment.
ON ANOTHER NOTE: I couldn't stop smiling for the life of me last night. Luckily I watched the new episode of Glee by myself or I would've looked like a grinning idiot. Constant Craving is stuck in my head (such a good thing) and Finn's rendition of Girls Just Wanna Have Fun was pretty awesome and not cheese-tastic like the song is per usual. Anyone else weirded out about "Update. My parents are cool with it."? Okay? That's what you were freaking out about...and then oh yeah, my grandma will be fine. DENIED! But then she's cool at the end. -Shrugs- Whatever, dude. At least the writers continue the out lesbian character story and Naya is still around. *Rant officially ended*

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Sorry for the kinda long authors note...I HAVE FEELINGS I CANNOT WITHHOLD!

Teach Me How

Britt's POV

I wake up to my alarm going off and I groan. At least I don't have classes today until the afternoon. I open my eyes to see Quinn walking around the room getting ready. I sit up rubbing my eyes and shut off my alarm. Quinn turns around with a concerned look, "Hey B. Are you okay? You left the club early, Santana wouldn't tell us what happened, but said that you weren't hurt."

"Yeah, I was just tired and didn't want you guys to stop on my account." Total lie and Quinn knows it.

"And the truth now, Britt." She sits next to me on my bed, looking at me expectantly.

"I shut down Santana's advances." Her eyebrows shoot up. "We kissed in the club and it was amazing." I feel a dopey smile cross my face and Q smiles softly back at me until my smile fades. "But then I realized that she can't handle an actual relationship, and until she can, I can't be with her in that way." Even though it's killllling me, I mean have you seen the woman? "So I told her we'd be friends and that's it."

"Wow, B. That takes a lot of self control. I should know." Q chuckles softly, "But I'm proud of you. And at least Santana actually has to work for something once in her life." She nudges me playfully and a small smile spreads across my lips. "You sure you're alright?" She questions once more, always the considerate one.

"Positive, Q." I hope.

It's been a couple days since the incident outside the club. I've only really talked to Mike and Quinn, because she's my roommate and he's in my dance class. Everyone else has been busy. I'm stretching out after another hard dance class when I hear Santana's singing from the hallway. I'm compelled to apologize for how harshly I acted, and I mean she's still my sort of friendly acquaintance right? I can talk to her….I think.

I sling my bag over my shoulder and walk down the familiar hallway to the dimly lit room where I see Santana practicing again while humming the song to herself. She makes a wrong step and growls out, running her hands through her hair. I knock on the door and she turns to me, with an unreadable expression.

"Hey, San." I walk in, dropping my bag. "How's it going?"

"Fine." She says curtly as she stretches her arms out a bit.

"Listen, I'm sorry I was so harsh the other night." I start off but she cuts in.

"Britt, really, it's fine. I get it, okay? Not that I'm happy about it, but I get it. You needed to get through to me, and you did. Message clear: Friendship initiated, okay?" She grabs her water out and takes a couple sips. I can see the sweat on her body glistening; she probably had cheer earlier and came over here after judging by the cheer shirt and small practice shorts.

I break off from appreciating her skimpy clothing, "Really? Because you seem pissed."

"Just frustrated with this stupid tango is all." She grumbles, shoving her water back into her bag.

"Why are you doing it anyways? You've got singing and cheer, are you like some sort of dancing fanatic too?" I smile softly.

"My mother." She rolls her eyes and continues in a high pitched heavy spanish accent, "Santana, you need to know the tango, it would please me so much, Niña. Dance it for your brother's wedding, yes?" She scoffs.

"Huh, didn't picture you for the type to follow your parents' orders." I muse. She seems like a bit of a badass. Probably quite a handful when she was in high school.

San raises her eyebrow at me, "Well, they're paying for my college so if they find out I didn't take the class at my brother's wedding, bye bye NYU education, hello community college. And believe me; you don't want community college in Lima." She shudders for good measure and I chuckle softly. She's kind of funny in a sassy way.

"So…what if I help you?" She cocks her eyebrow at me again. "No, seriously. You can drop the class and I'll teach it to you in your free time. That way you don't have to waste time in a stupid class full of snobby rich kid ballroom dancers who think they're better than you." I continue in a whisper, "They're kind of the worst. But shhhh don't tell."

She thinks about it for a bit before a grin spreads across her face, "Deal. But what's in it for you?"

"I get to spend time with you. Isn't that enough?" Her grin widens and she looks away almost bashfully. Point one for the Unicorns.

"I suppose you're right. I am awesome, I keep it real and everyone loves me." She brushes off her shoulders and I giggle.

"Well, let's start off with the basics shall we?" I smile softly and step next to her. I can see the sweat glistening off her abs from her previous athletic activities and it's hard to tear my eyes away from that tanned stomach. Oh boy, what have I gotten myself into?

"So, I figure we could go Argentinean tango, since your mother is Spanish and it's one of the closer ones to authentic. It can be pretty intense, but I'm sure you can handle it with a little practice." I start off teaching her the correct posture, carefully adjusting little things here and there. Then I teach a few small step patterns and the general hip motion. I keep trying to adjust her arms but I realize that she would do better with a partner; her partner will be leading after all. I step into her space and put a hand on my shoulder and grasp the other in my hand, I look into Santana's eyes which have a curious expression. I give her a small smile and proceed to lead her through a few steps. Just to add a little fun, I quickly spin her out and bring her back in. Her enticing laugh echoes throughout the room and she comes back into me, her face mere millimeters from my own. You can feel the sexual tension oozing from us as her eyes glance at my lips. I realize what I'm about to do and pull away clearing my throat. "That was really good, San. I think we can stop for today. You have my number so we'll figure out whenever you're free next." She nods and we pack up our stuff. I start to walk out and she grasps my hand, I feel a familiar jolt through my body at her touch.

"B, wait. You're doing this for me, the least I can do is buy you dinner." She smiles softly at me. At that moment my stomach gurgles.

"You're lucky my stomach agrees with you." I smile softly and look down at our linked hands. Seriously, what have I gotten myself into?