Dear Diary,

I am writing to you at 3:00 in the morning. If you're wondering why I'm up this late, it's simply because I just got back from a night out with Santana. Yup, you read that right. Santana apologized to me this morning after a week of not talking to me. She called me before school and asked if she could pick me up. Of course, I said yes. So, she pulled up in my driveway and as soon as I got in her car she apologized to me, saying she was so sorry that she ignored me and that she felt so bad. She just needed time on her own to straighten things out with herself. I accepted her apology, of course. And after school, she took me in her car and we drove around for hours, with the windows rolled down and blasted classic rock CD's on her car stereo. Around 10:30, we pulled up to this forest that had a pretty lake. She told me she had a picnic basket and a blanket and that she didn't want the food to spoil so she thought we should eat it. So, we're sitting on the blanket, eating turkey and ham sandwiches and the sky and the stars are really beautiful. I suggested we lay down on the blanket to look at them. She was a bit hesitant at first but said okay when she noticed how beautiful the stars in the sky were. So we lay down and I couldn't help but snuggle up next to her. I knew it was risky because when she kissed me she ignored me for a week, but lately I've been taking chances and it's all Santana's fault. She placed an arm protectively around me and I rested my head on her stomach and listened to her heart beat.

"Santana?" I asked.

"Yes, Britt?"

"Is it weird that I like to listen to people's heart beat?"

"Hmm. I guess not. It's kinda deep."

I giggled. "I love you, Santana."

She didn't respond and I panicked.

"As a friend." I quickly added, after realizing what I said.

"Love you too, Brittany."

I grinned.

"Do you, do you wanna come over to my house? And hang out there?" She asked me.

"Sure." I nodded.

We packed up our things and Santana drove us to our house. Her house was huge. Apparently, her father was a doctor and her mother was a lawyer, so they had a lot of money.

"What times your curfew?" She asked.

"12. But my parents are probably sleeping, so I could sneak in whenever I want."

"You're a rebel." She said, smirking.

I just smiled, cause she's Santana and she makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside.

"Are your parents home?" I asked.

"Yeah. But, I gotta warn you, my parents are kind of assholes. So, just don't talk to them much."

I nodded, feeling sad for Santana because she didn't seem to get along well with her parents like I do.

"Mom, I'm home." Santana called once we entered her house.

A young Hispanic woman, who I assumed was , appeared from the kitchen.

"Hello, Santana. Your father is spending the night at your abuela's." She said, coldly.

"This is Brittany." Santana said, pointing to me, ignoring what her mother had said.

"Hi, Mrs. Lopez."

"Hello, Brittany." She held out a thin arm. I shook her hand and smiled.

"You go to school with Santana?" She asked.

I nodded. She looked at Santana and then back to me and then smiled.

"Welcome to the family, Brittany."

"Thank you, ma'am."

"Can I get you anything to drink?" She asked, turning to the kitchen.

"No thank you, Mrs. Lopez."

"Please, call me Maria."

I nodded. "Okay, Maria."

Santana grabbed my hand "Come on, Britt. Let's go upstairs."

"Nice to meet you, Maria." I said, before following Santana up the stairs. Once, in her room I told her I thought her mother was nice and Santana kinda just stood there and ignored what I said.

"You mind if I play music? Nothing crazy loud, I promise. This playlist always makes me feel better." She asked.

"Sure."

She played a list of songs that were soothing and relaxing on her computer.

The songs included:

Landslide- Fleetwood Mac

Songbird- Fleetwood Mac

Imagine- John Lennon

The A Team- Ed Sheeran

The Scientist- Coldplay

Look After You- The Fray

Nicest Thing- Kate Nash

Wonderwall- Oasis

Video Games- Lana Del Rey

Shake It Out- Florence and the Machine

I Want You (She's so Heavy)- The Beatles

Santana called it her "Infinite Playlist". I don't quite know what that means, but she burned me a copy on a blank disc and gave it to me! We just lay around in her bedroom in a comfortable silence, just listening to the music. Around 2:30, I thought I should get going and she drove me home and kissed me on the cheek when we pulled up to my house.

"I had a really fun time tonight, Britt."

"So did I."

"I really feel good when I'm around you and it kinda scares me." She admitted.

"Scares you? How?"

"I dunno. You should get going, it's really late."

And so I left. Now, I'm just in my room listening to Santana's Infinte Playlist and replaying what happened tonight. Her words continue to ring in my head "I really feel good when I'm around you and it kinda scares me."

What does she mean, diary!?

Ugh, love is so confusing.