The kids all sat in the choir room when Mr. Schuester walked in.

"Ok clase!" Will stood in the middle of the room as the kids quieted down. "Has anyone thought about a song they'd like to audition for Sectionals?" Will looked around a bit slowly and saw a couple students fidgeting, "Anyone besides Rachel or Kurt?" The girl and boy both looked down a bit in defeat. Mr. Schue looked around the room again, "Guys. We cannot go into Sectionals and perform songs we've barely prepared." His voice a bit urgent, "You all really need to step it up." He looked at them seriously. Before he could start ranting again, Quinn walked into the room and quietly took a seat in the last row of risers. "Nice of you to join us Quinn."

"Sorry Mr. Schue." She responded dully.

'What the hell!' Santana stared disbelievingly at Quinn as she sat down. 'Sue-is-going-to-fucking kill her.' She pulled her phone out and typed a quick message.

'Are you looking to get mutilated?'

She stared at the blonde to make sure she felt her phone go off and read the message.

'whatre u talking about?'

'HELLO! Sue said we're outta glee or cheerios and youre still HERE in THAT uniform'

'ya well I had a discussion w her and im still in both'

'WTF. So its ok for you and not for me?x|'

'told u im NOT replaceable.'

She scoffed, but it wasn't loud enough for Mr. Schue to stop his attempt at giving helpful ideas or whatever. Santana's death stare could have ripped a hole through Quinn's head if the girl was actually looking at her.

'Lucy. YOU HAVE SOME ESPLAiNING TO DO.'

"Are you ok?"

San jumped a bit in surprise to the whisper. She was too busy throwing flaming daggers at the side of Quinn's face to notice that Brittany had been watching her for the last 10 or so seconds. "What?"

"You look like you wa-"

"Brittany." Will spoke her name loudly so as to draw her attention from Santana back to him. "As glad as I am to see that you and Santana are making nice, your lack of attention is disruptive and unsettling. How are you supposed to focus at a competition when you don't exercise the discipline here at practice?"

"Well I exercise on my own outside of school." Brittany was quick with her words, which earned a snicker throughout the group and a sigh from Will. "But, uhm..." She looked down to Sam who was sitting in the front row.

'Come on, Britt you're a pro at on the spot excuses..' He hoped his thoughts would relay into his sister's mind; hey sometimes that twin telepathy thing worked. Plus with all the practice they had dealing with their parents, he knew she could spit out an explanation faster than light. He nodded up to her and she seemed to use the encouragement.

"I was just asking Santana if..I should perform my audition piece today." She looked over to the Latina who had a bit of a surprised look across her face.

"You have one prepared already?" Will asked surprised but slightly excited.

"Y-yeah totally." She kept her stare locked on brown orbs with a grin spreading on her face. Santana grew her own smirk and continued to hold the gaze as she lightly shook her head.

'Lets see if she can come through.' Since her own performance, which was also on a whim, wasn't "strong enough" for Mr. Schue's liking she wondered what Brittany was about to dish out for the life sized Chia Pet.

"Well that's excellent Brittany! I wish you would've spoken up when I asked." He said with a smile.

"Welll, I guess I was just a...little nervous." 'Think of somethin' good B!'

"Don't worry Brittany, I'm sure what you have will be great. We'd love to see what you've got." He held his arm out across the middle of the room before he took a seat in the first row to give Brittany the floor.

She took a breath in, tore her eyes from Santana, and slowly stepped down from the second riser over to the band. The guys all nodded when she whispered to them and each got ready for her cue. The blonde walked back to the back of the room and turned around from the group. She dropped her head, 'Improv is your-shit. You practically invented it. This will be cake."

"Tu-tu-today jun-yah!" Puck egged the blonde but received a slap on the back of the head and a scowl from Santana who was sitting next to him. "Ah! I was just kid-"

"Puck!" Will turned around to give him his own disapproving look before turning back to the front. "Whenever you're ready Brittany."

Brittany simply nodded then looked up and over to the band, throwing her hand out towards them as her signal to start. The music started up and after slightly rocking with the first 12 seconds or so, she turned around to face everyone.

"Haven't we met?
You're some kind of beautiful stranger
You could be good for me
I've had the taste for danger"

Her rocking subsided as she started to slowly saunter closer to the middle of the floor.

"If I'm smart then I'll run away
But I'm not so I guess I'll stay
Heaven forbid
I take my chance on a beautiful stranger

To know you is to love you
You're everywhere I go
And everybody knows"

She added a few spins to the go-go dancer moves she was doing before slowing down with the pace of the verse to let her body roll smoothly to the music.

"To love you is to be part of you"

The tempo quickened with her moves and she expertly danced around while managing to stay on key.

"I paid for you with tears
And swallowed all my pride

Da-da-da-dum da-dum da-dum da da da-da dum
Beautiful stranger
Da-da-da-dum da-dum da-dum da da da-da dum
Beautiful stranger

If I'm smart then I'll run away
But I'm not so I guess I'll stay
Haven't you heard?
I fell in love with a beautiful stranger

I looked into your face
My heart was dancing all over the place"

Brittany stared Santana down and kept her routine going, not missing a beat in her steps or singing.

"To know you is to love you
You're everywhere I go
And everybody knows

I looked into your eyes
And my world came tumblin' down"

In between those last two words Britt threw in a quick spin and dropped to the ground instantly to a split, bobbing there for a second it two. Jaws smacked onto the floor in surprise and delight, followed by drool dribbling down agape mouths.

"You're the devil in disguise
That's why I'm singing this song to you"

She nodded over to the Latina with a devious grin, almost teasing a blushing Santana, and quickly swung her legs out from under her back into a stance; rolling once more with the slower pace before it picked back up again.

"To know you is to love you"

The swift moves and turns came back, everyone rooting her final moments on.

"You're everywhere I go
And everybody knows
I paid for you with tears
And swallowed all my pride

Da-da-da-dum da-dum da-dum da da da-da dum
Beautiful stranger
Da-da-da-dum da-dum da-dum da da da-da dum
Beautiful stranger"

Her final word rang out as she stood in the middle of the room, decidedly pleased with her performance from the amount of applause and whistles she was getting.

"Wow Brittany, those moves were great!" Mr. Schue stood up as he finished clapping and walked over to stand next to the blonde. "See what you can accomplish guys when you put a little effort and practice into something?" Britt nervously laughed and nodded, leaving his side to take her seat next to San again. "Great audition. And I can't wait to see what the rest of you guys come up with."

As the club started to near the end of rehearsal, Kurt looked over and decided it was time to point out the apparent overnight change in Santana's wardrobe; he, as many of the people at McKinley, had never seen her out of uniform during school hours.

"Santana." He called to her before she got up to leave, "Where's the skirt and pompoms?" His loud question caused the others to turn to look towards her as they were gathering their backpacks or other bags. They had noticed it too and weren't sure of the reason, aside from Puck and Quinn, no one knew what was going on.

Santana rolled her eyes, "I decided Cheerios just..." She trailed off not really knowing what to say. She turned towards Quinn on the other end of the room and subtly glared, "Wasn't really for me anymore." Tearing her venomous glare from Quinn didn't completely go unnoticed; but not everyone saw it. They decided to leave it be for the time being. With that Quinn took another glance over to Santana and practically sprinted out of the room. She shook her head 'You can't hide forever Q.' Her theories on what could've been going on with the girl subsided as she was bumped into while walking down the hall.

"So how'd you like my song?" Brittany looked down to her with a smile.

'You mean the one where you totally hit on me?' Santana was quiet for a moment thinking over what to say. 'But I mean..who doesn't love Madonna?' "It was good." She nodded, "Kinda..great actually. How you came up with all those moves outta nowhere.." Suddenly the ground became incredibly interesting.

"You think?" Britt perked up, "Well I'm glad you liked it ca-"

"Were you intentionally undressing me with your eyes the entire time though?" San blurted out. She couldn't contain her curiosity any longer. Either she was right or the other girl had been staring at Puck the whole time...which bothered her in a way. Was it jealousy? Over Puck? Something must've been in the water these days. Last she remembered he was still kind of annoying.

"I wouldn't say undressing." The dancer smirked. "But I'd be lying if I said I didn't find you attractive Santana."

Brown eyes turned to saucers and eyebrows found their place at her hairline. "Y-you what?"

"Oh come on, you know what you look like." Brittany's eyes trailed over the shorter girl's body for a few seconds before she locked a gaze. "I'm just being honest." She let out a small laugh, "Don't worry, I'm not in love with you or anything. I just figured if I was gonna get us out of getting lectured by Mr. Schue I'd might as well let you know how I might feel...about you."

"W-which is how?" Her heart rate seemed to be picking up. She could listen to guys tell her this stuff all day and she'd stand there unphased, but this was a girl. Out of the ordinary was a phrase that would've definitely downplayed what this was becoming for the recently ex Cheerio.

Brittany looked between her eyes and grinned, "That's what I'm not completely sure about. Yeah we're friends but I don't know you all that well just yet. You could be some diabolical person and I wouldn't know."

A laugh escaped her mouth, surprisingly to herself, "Well I'm not an evil mastermind or anything- unless you ask certain people.." 'Berry might say other wise' "But uh...Brittany, I-"

"Hey listen." The blonde cut her off with her hands up to stop the girl, "I'm not looking to make you uncomfortable, but I like to keep it real with my friends...which is still what we are, right?"

"Yeah of course." Santana nodded quickly. 'Dont get too excited, weirdo.'

"So don't take it too seriously." She smiled at the raven haired beauty and lightly pushed her shoulder, "You should lighten up some. I saw you in there today before we got called out. You looked so stressed I thought your eyes were gonna burst out of your head." San let out a tiny giggle. "I figured since you weren't in your uniform something must've happened, but I didn't wanna bring it up earlier this afternoon and ruin your day."

She looked into deep blue only a moment, thinking over how they hung out together at lunch by themselves again. The blonde didn't know it, but she'd taken away some of the stress on San's mind for those short 30 minutes. "Yeah well...that's a bit of a story." She looked down to the floor before letting her eyes float up to meet Brittany's again.

The girl simply nodded, "Well if you wanna talk about it or whatever," she grabbed Santana's wrist while reaching for her back pocket. The smaller girl quickly looked down wondering what was going on, then felt cool metal glide across her palm. Brittany finished writing quickly then brought the small hand closer to her mouth and lightly blew over where she'd just marked, letting her thumb sweep over the spot before dropping it back to San's side. "You can hit me up."

She looked down to her opened hand and saw a number written neatly in blue ink. A grin formed and she looked up to find the blonde walking away. She opened her mouth to speak but was beat to the punch.

"Bye San." Brittany called behind her shoulder with a smile and rounded the corner of the hall.

"Bye." The words were spoken but the Latina wasn't sure how loud they came out. 'So...what just happened?' Santana stood there a bit thrown off, because she was pretty sure Brittany had just said she might like her...that's pretty much what it sounded like. 'But she said don't take it too serious...so..' Shaking her head, dismissing the questions that started suddenly floating around in there, she hurried off to the student parking lot.

"I'll call you tonight, ok?" Finn rubbed his hand down Rachel's arm as she nodded in response. "Have fun...and be nice." He smiled as he started to turn away.

"I was nice last time, you know." She teased back.

"Alright. You have a point." The quarterback nodded his head in agreement and walked out of the room.

Rachel stayed seated in her chair in the choir room as she looked over to Mike Chang who was putting a binder up in his backpack. "Mike. You still up to practice?" She wasn't too certain just how committed he was going to be with practicing with her. The Asian grinned a bit and nodded as he zipped his backpack up. "Ok," Rachel answered, "Mr. Schue? Would it be alright if Mike and I work on his voice lessons in here?"

Will looked up from the papers he was organizing in his briefcase, "Yeah that's no problem. I'm really glad you took the time to go find help Mike." He gave the two a smile and stuffed another paper or two in the case, "Just make sure you turn the lights off and close both doors when you leave."

"Ok." The two answered in unison.

"Have a good practice you two." Mr. Schuester called behind him as he left the room.

The brunette walked down in front of the piano and turned to look up at her newest "student" still sitting in his chair. "I think your lessons went fairly well yesterday. You actually aren't so bad you know?"

"Thanks." Mike looked down at his shoes for a second.

"What probably needs the most work actually is your confidence when you perform."

He chuckled down at his shoes then looked back up, "So what do we work on today?"

Rachel let out a small smile, she liked Mike's work ethic and was glad he wasn't there to just waste her time. She loved being at center stage, but she loved winning with the group just as much. If private lessons for everyone in glee was what it would take for them to win then she had no problems; as long as she was being shown appreciation. "Well we're going to run through those scales I showed you yesterday first. Once we can really find your best range we can find the song you want to sing for the class."

The dancer nodded his head, "Ok, cool." He got up to stand next to the piano as Rachel sat down in front of the keys to begin playing the notes for the scale.

Sam was throwing his backpack into his dark blue Jeep when he heard a voice call him out. "Hey Sam!"

"Oh hey Tina." He gave her a grin and refrained from climbing up into the vehicle.

Tina smiled brightly and stopped for a second, fighting off her nerves, "Um, I was wondering if maybe..you'd like to, you know, " The words were trailing from her mouth slowly but she fought back the urge to panic, "Help me sing a duet...for my audition for Sectionals?" She spat out the point and gave Sam an evidently worried grin.

He smiled, "Well thanks Tina, that's really cool of you to offer." He was glad to see the worry in her face slowly seep away, "Are you sure though? I wouldn't wanna be stealing any of your spotlight."

The two chuckled a bit while the dark haired girl shook her head, "No it's fine. I think I'll actually be more comfortable knowing all the attention isn't on me." She couldn't stop her face from smiling.

"Ha, alright." Sam nodded his head, "Then yeah. I'd be happy to help."

"Really?" Tina replied enthusiastically, "That's great! Thanks Sam." She smiled and awkwardly went to hug him; the offer was kindly accepted. "Well if you give me your number I can get a hold of you later and we can talk about practicing and all that."

"Ok."

Sam took the girl's phone and began punching in the numbers, her heart skipping a beat at the sound of each digit. "K-kay then, I'll uh, text you later or something." She stumbled on her words as she headed in the opposite direction.

The blonde chuckled a bit noticing her nerves, "Alright Tina. Later." She watched him hop up into the Jeep and start up the engine, waving her off as he pulled out from the parking spot. Tina sighed longingly to herself as she made her way to her own car.

"Laaa!" Mike let the final note of the scale ring out. He had been matching the notes of scales that Rachel was playing on the piano for over 30 minutes already.

"Very good Mike." Rachel looked up from the piano, "And it's only your second day. Imagine how far you'll be by next week."

The dancer nodded, "Thanks Rachel. Finn was right about you being a good teacher and all." He grinned down at her.

"Thanks." The brunette replied with a smile. "So. Since we pretty much know where your range is, do you have an idea what sing you want to sing for the tryout?"

"Well not really." He knew he'd have to prepare a song, but he hadn't taken the time yet to decide which would be the best sing. Rachel could hear the hesitation in his voice.

"Like I said before, what we really need to work on is your confidence. I have a feeling that once you get over those nerves, and practicing these scales more, you could be really great."

"You think so?" He seemed hopefully.

"Definitely." The diva giving him a reassuring smile.

"How are we gonna do that though?" He looked down for a moment, "The thought of messing up, even if I know all the words and keys, is what's got me all..." He shrugged, "Worried I guess."

"Well, once we find your song we're going to polish it up to perfection in the auditorium. You'll start slow by just performing for me, but shortly after we can bring in another member or two from the club, and by the time auditions are due you'll be confident enough to perform for thousands even in your sleep. You dance like Michael Jackson. I'm telling you now the singing won't be much harder."

Mike laughed, "I'm not so sure about thousands but I appreciate the help..and the compliment."

"Not a problem, plus it's the truth. And if Mr. Schue wants to hide away my talent I'm more than happy to offer my services to someone willing to be helped."

The asian smiled and shook his head; Rachel was a character for sure. "Well thanks Rach."

She nodded. "Now, we can narrow the song selection down by first taking into account what kind of music you enjoy listening to."

"I like rock and hip-hop, you know, the general stuff."

"Ok. Contrary from popular belief, I do listen to music other than show tunes, so I'll be happy to give you some sort of direction for finding the right song for us to possibly sing at Sectionals."

Mike nodded his head, "Sounds good." He took a seat next to Rachel on the piano bench.

"Well I can tell you right off the bat that a hip-hop song might not exactly be the best option- for this audition. The song should show off your best capabilities and rambling fast about money and 'bitches' might not do that.

"But that's not all rap-" The dancer started but was cut off by Rachel's continuos ranting,

"You want something that could be a crowd pleaser, but also have depth in the meaning. It should show off your obvious dance talent, such as Brittany's performance did for her today, yet have the ability to add simpler choreography to the music; for our less talented dancers. You don't want a song that just drags on and on..."

"What if!" Mike cut in smoothly before she could go too far, "I just look through my iTunes at home and next time we do this," He motioned between himself and Rachel, "I'll bring a few tracks that I feel like performing. You can help me pick which one I'd be best at singing and that'll be my song." He ended with a grin.

Rachel thought for a second and nodded slowly, "That works."

"Great." Mike started getting up from the bench to get his backpack. "When should we practice again?" He asked as he headed over to the door.

She looked up to think for a bit, "Can you get to school early Friday morning?"

"Yeah. What time?"

"How's 7:00?" Rachel asked cautiously; normal high school students wouldn't dream of being at school earlier than minutes before the first late bell rang.

"Yeeah, that's fine." He started out slowly, mentally checking with himself if he could actually be there.

"Great. Don't forget those song ok?" Rachel reminded as she gathered her bag from the stands.

"No problem. Thank you Rachel." Mike called with a smile as he walked out the room towards his car.

Sam was sitting on the bed in his room turning around a cylindrical object in his hands when he heard the phone sitting on his night stand go off. He looked over to open the new text he had just received.

wanna meet before school & talk abt songs? -Tina

Sure. 7:30, choirroom?

Definitely. See u in the morning!

He put his phone back down and continued to spin the cylinder. Once he spun it back and forth a few more times he opened the bottom to look down inside. The smirk that grew across the teen's face was momentarily subsided when he heard a light knock at his door. Before he could close up and cover the contents in his hand, his door opened halfway to reveal Brittany poking in.

"Hey creep." She greeted with a grin, "You almost ready?"

Sam breathed out a small sigh of relief, "Yeah." He started getting up from the bed to put his shoes on, "When are mom and dad coming home?"

Brittany looked up to remember what her mom had just told her on the phone an hour earlier. "Umm...dad got called in a little after 3 today so he won't be back until around 5 or 6 in the morning..and mom won't be back from her conference until some time tomorrow afternoon."

"Ok." Her brother nodded his head while he put the round object in his hand into his back right pocket. "I didn't have to help you with any homework today right?" He quickly asked before he took any further steps away from his bed.

"Not today." Brittany shook her head and looked down at the cat rubbing his face against her ankles, "Lord Tubbington and I are ready to hit it." She looked up and grinned.

"Alright." Sam chuckled as he bent down to pick the fuzzy feline up; bringing him lovingly to his chest, "Got everything?" Brittany nodded her head, "Then let's get to it." He started walking out behind his sister and closed the door behind them as the siblings made their way out to the backyard with the beloved Lord Tubbington in tow as usual...

30 minutes later the twins were laying on the soft grass in their spacious backyard, listening to a playlist off of their iPhone speakers.

"..you know what I mean Britt? S-she's funny, aand cu-"

"You've never had a real conversation with her." His sister cut in, her voice soft and light. It wasn't an insult; just an observation.

"But she looks funny."

"She looks funny? Sam I'm pretty sure that's not something you'd wanna tell her." Brittany started giggling as she lifted her head slightly from the ground to look over to her brother who seemed to be thinking about her last comment.

His mouth opened in realization, "You're right. She'd probably never talk to me then...but that's not what I meant." Blonde eyebrows furrowed a bit.

"I know, I get what you meant. I was jus-" She was cut off by her phone buzzing in her pocket. Reaching into her shorts to look at her phone, Brittany sat up to properly look down onto the screen. She raised an eyebrow at the unknown number that had sent her a text message.

Sam sat up as well to be nosey and leaned over her shoulder to look at the screen. Not knowing the number he looked down to Lord Tubbington who was laying flat on his side lightly purring and rubbed the top of his head, "I think LT's read for roun' dos."

Britt wasn't paying much attention and only mumbled, "Uh huh" as she opened the message.

Does "hitting you up" entail bitching about my problems?

She smiled and quickly replied.

Totally:)

You sure? Once I start I may not stop...might even sound whiney

LT is whiney. You probably arent

Brittany's giggle pulled Sam from his task and he looked over to his sister. "Who's that got you gigglin'?" He smirked, having an idea who it was though.

"Santana.." She picked her phone up again.

LT?

Lord Tubbington. The koolest most evil sweetest cat on planet e-arth, of course

"Ahh, so that was fast. I thought she'd be weirded out after that stunt you pulled today in glee." Britt had told him when they got home how she had given the Latina her number after practice.

"You really think that was weird of me?" She asked only with a hint of worry.

Sam looked back down and kept fiddling with glass as he chuckled, "Nah not really. You didn't ask her out or anything right?" He looked up to see the other blonde shake her head, "Then you're cool."

"I don't know if I like her or if I just think she's foxy, but I'm pretty sure she's straight." Brittany started to think over their few encounters when her phone buzzed again.

Oh I see. Well ok...

Her reading was broken by her brother's voice. "Straight enough to text you after you basically hit on her in front of everyone in the glee club." He smirked, "Who cares what she is or isn't. She obviously wants to have some kinda contact with you if she's texting you already. At the very least she still wants to be your friend."

Brittany thought about it and nodded, then looked back down to quickly read over Santana's lengthy text message. "Woah."

Sam looked up as he searched around his pockets, "What?" Then stopped feeling around and leaned over Britt's shoulder to read the message she'd just been sent. "Holy shit that's like a novel." He didn't bother trying to read it.

"She's really stressed out." The gist of the message she'd just read came out to: San got kicked off Cheerios for staying in glee but Quinn was still in both and she didn't know how that was even possible. Quinn had been avoiding her since they talked that morning, barely gave her an explanation and still wouldn't respond to her calls or texts since they left glee. And that was the short version. "She says she doesn't know what to do." And for once Brittany didn't know what to say. Her head was swimming in chill land right now so a response that was expected to be longer than a sentence or two was definitely not gonna happen right now.

"Heyy." The lightbulb went off in Sam's head. "Tell her to come chill out with us! That way you two can hang, you can figure out your feelings and I'll assess the situation." His giant grin forced Britt to sport one of her own.

"Assess?"

"Yeah totally. See if she's feelin' you or not." He waved the piece in his hand with that grin still plastered on his face, "And either way we still get to have our fun time."

The blonde looked down to her phone, back up to Sam then down to the phone again. "I'm not sure I'll figure my feelings in one sitting..but it couldn't hurt...but what if she doesn-"

"Have you seen where we live now B? There's like, almost nothing to do here."

She shrugged, "Fuck it right?"

"Attah girl!" Sam patted her back twice and continued to feel around his pockets, then look around on the grass around them, "Now where'd I..."

Brittany tuned her brother out as she thought of what to tell Santana. She didn't want to seem dismissive about her evident conundrum, but she did think this girl needed to chill the fuck out for a minute. Take some time to relax before she could properly "assess" (she grinned) the situation she was dealing with. But the words just wouldn't form out properly in her mind. She was almost too clouded. So she shrugged and wrote what seemed to make the most sense; simple stuff.

Sounds hectic:/. Wanna come chill out with me and Sam? Clear your head

She quietly sang with the music playing and laid back onto the grass waiting for a reply. She was a little nervous to read Santana's response. After passing up Sam's offers, wanting to wait for a text back first, she finally got one a few minutes later.

...what the hell. Better than sitting here doing nothing. Where?

Her tiny squeal made Sam laugh, "I guess she's coming over?"

"Yes!" She leaned into Sam with a huge grin and grabbed the glass from him, "I gave her our address. Let's go inside for now until she gets here."

Sam nodded and got up, "We were getting thirsty anyways, right Lord T?", scooping the feline in his arms. "Grab the stereo?"

"Yeah."

'Seriously, what am I doing?' Santana found herself wondering as she followed her GPS to the address she typed into the device. It had only taken her about an hour and a half (not like she was checking the time) to text Brittany after the blonde had written down her number for the Latina. She didn't normally venture over to people's houses for fun or to hang or whatever. Occasionally she'd swing by Quinn's but through their high school career those visits had begun to dwindle. And now, only shortly after meeting this girl, and not even talking to her brother, she was going over to "chill out" with the twins. It did seem like a good idea, clearing her mind as Brittany said, and she'd found that talking with the pretty blonde- 'woah..' was rather entertaining. So maybe she was just in the need for some friends at the moment to distract her from the fact that Quinn was acting oddly shady, 'Even for her.' and kind of pissing San off.

"Brittany if you keep walking back and forth like that mom's gonna wonder who burned a hole into the carpet with their shoes. I'll have no choice but to blame LT." Sam shrugged with a smile and looked over to the cat sitting beside him on the couch.

Britt stopped and looked over at the two, "You wouldn't." Challenging her twin.

"So you expect me to rat you out then?" His pitch raising slightly in surprise.

She thought it over for a moment, "Touche brother." With a grin she relaxed her shoulders some and walked over, plopping down on the other side of Sam.

"She'll be here soon alright?" He took a sip of Kool-Aid from the cup in his hand, "Shouldn't you be chilled out right now anyways?" He asked lazily, letting his head fall back into the couch.

Brittany simply shook her head, "Wore off."

"Too much excitement I see." Rolling his head over he winked.

The girl scoffed, "Shut up." As she shoved his shoulder lightly the doorbell sounded.

If she stood up any faster she would've easily sent herself flying through the roof. "Calm down crazy legs!" Sam chuckled. His words were ignored as Brittany made a swift flee out of the living room to the front door, though he noticed once she got there she took a moment to collect herself. He stood up from the couch with a grin, grabbing his cup and glass, and strolled to the kitchen.

'Cute place.' Santana looked back to the neatly manicured front lawn and few tall trees scattered across the yard that were blossoming with white flowers. The large, dark wood door opened slowly to reveal a grinning Brittany. Blue iris' seemed to pop more against barely pinked scleras.

"Hey." Her grin growing to a smile, "Come on in." She opened the door wider to allow Santana in from the small front step.

"Hey." She stopped in the middle of the foyer so she could let the blonde lead, scoping out the two rooms she could see on either side of the entryway from where she stood. Brittany closed the door and turned around to face her, "Thanks for inviting me over." A shy smile creeping up.

"Yeah for sure. I figured some company might help you relax."

"Yeah I think you may be ri-"

"Brittany!" A deep voice called from what Santana assumed to be the other end of the house. "Tubbs just knocked my piece off the count-!" The loud voice had come closer and closer as it rounded the corner and traveled the few steps down the hall, "-er." Sam's voice drastically lowered in volume upon seeing Santana standing next to Brittany. "Sorry." He spoke, putting one arm behind his back and stretching the other out to shake the Latina's hand.

"So, have you met my goofy twin brother yet?." Britt rolled her eyes but smiled when the other girl accepted Sam's gesture.

"Not formally." She giggled at his sideways grin and blushed cheeks. "Santana."

"Sam." He nodded and let her hand go. "Welcome to the digs."

"Thanks." She let out another quiet laugh.

Brittany shook her head, "So what were you hollerin' about?"

"Uhh..." The green eyed boy looked to Santana a bit nervously for a moment before looking back to his sister, "LT knocked Squirtle off the counter..."

'The fuck is a Squirtle?' San raised an eyebrow in confusion while turning to look at Britt.

"Seriously?" The blonde pouted a bit then glanced over, "Uhm...San, do you mind giving Sam and I just a minute?"

Now she was really confused. "Yeah..." She looked around for a second and noticed the couch in the room to her right.

"You can take a seat in the living room, we won't be long." Brittany motioned to where Santana was looking.

"Ok." With curiosity running through her mind, Santana made her way over to the couch while she heard the siblings run up the stairs that were placed just after the foyer.

The two went into Brittany's room, "Is he broken?"

"Yep." Her brother sighed, "Cracked right at the carb." He pulled his arm from behind his back to show her.

"Aw no." She grabbed the piece and pouted again, "He was good to us." Sam nodded. "Well at least we still have a few others but..." Britt looked out the door, "How are we going to bring this up? I thought it was a good idea but now I'm not so sure. What if it scares her off?"

Sam could sense the worry in her voice. "Look don't worry about it, I got that all under control."

"How? You're gonna be subtle right? I don't want her to think we're like, trashy or something."

He laughed, "It's gonna be fine B." She stared up to him, hoping he was right. "Hey Santana!" Brittany jumped at the sudden boom of her brother's voice.

"What are you doing?" She whispered as if the Latina could hear her.

"Yeah?" She shouted back from the first floor.

With a grin, her twin simply rushed out of the room and glided down the stairs; Britt was hot on his heels in seconds. "Do you smoke weed?"