Sup guys. I know I haven't been uploading anything in a long time. I just didn't want to finish it then I did want to finish it but my computer broke so my whole fanfic was deleted and so were my others. So for christmas I got a new computer. And now I'm back and I have some ideas. This is going to be a short chapter of this fanfic because I felt like writing today and I was like so pumped and then my friends were like the best way to get over a break up (cause guess what I'm single now haha yay me) is to get drunk (its really not) so now they're drunk and I'm pretty much babysitting them because they might do something stupid aha so that ruined my night but after this imma get drunk after this haha. Soooooo anyways…..

Chapter 6: (Brittany's P.O.V)

This all started today in class, 's class. She was calling on people to answer some questions. I swear I knew the answer, in fact I was even correct. But that stupid Justin kid had to ruin everything;

"Brittany," said calling on me.

I opened my mouth to answer the question but was cut off by none other than Justin. "Don't waste your time calling on her. She's just some retard. Maybe she was just asking to go to the restroom." The whole class laughed at that. How was that funny? It hurt me. Everyone knows I'm stupid, but the one time I'm confident about something someone has to ruin my self-esteem. It was embarrassing, having people laugh at you and you couldn't defend yourself. I mean I could have, but lets face I'm the school loser. People laugh at me even when I'm just walking through the hallways.

So I got up. I couldn't take the humiliation, especially in front of Santana. I don't know why but it just made it a whole lot worse having her there.

The next thing I know I'm crying and running into an empty classroom. I don't know this classroom. I've never been in here. I can't hear anything but Justin's voice. It kept haunting me. I hate being stupid. I wish I was smart. All of a sudden I feel a hand on my shoulder.

"Get away!" I scream. "I just want to be alone."

"Brittany," the voice is familiar. I know who it is. I don't want her here though. I don't want her to seem me in a vulnerable state.

"Please, go away," I whisper.

"No, Brittany don't push me away. I'm here for you," she said. "I care about you."

"Please I don't want you here. Just leave like you left me last time," I said starting to get angry.

"Quinn. Go back to class, okay? I'll handle this." NO. Not her. It was bad enough for Quinn to see me like this, and now Santana?

I heard footsteps fading away and the push of a door opening. I waited till I heard the door close before I spoke. "…I'm sorry."

There was a moment of silence. I looked up and saw her with a confused expression on her face. "Why are you sorry?" She said as she crouched down to the floor so we were at eye level.

"I'm sorry I'm stupid, and that I made a big scene and interrupted the whole class," I explained looking down feeling guilty.

"Don't be sorry about that. You are smart, don't let anyone tell you otherwise," Santana said.

"I'm not smart though. I need tutoring in almost every class I take," I argue.

Santana shook her head. "Listen, just because you need tutoring in some classes doesn't mean you're not smart. You just have trouble learning it."

"Well I wish I didn't have trouble learning things." Then the anger took over me. "In fact I wish I didn't have troubles with anything. I'm gross I have a fucking penis for God sakes, and I'm a fucking girl! My dad left me and my mom. Ever since he left we've been struggling with money, all because of me! I will never have someone who will actually like me enough to go on dates with me, hell I don't even have any friends. I will never be loved or even liked. And-" Before I could finish there was a hand cupping my chin.

"Well I like you." She leaned in with her lips puckered as if she was going to kiss me so I leaned in and then- a knock at the door.

" ? Are you in there." It was Rachel.

Santana sighed, she let go of my chin and got up. "Yes Rachel I'm here."

"The student have gone crazy! Some are skipping class and others just won't listen to me."

"I'll be right in Rachel."

"Let me guess, you left Rachel in charge again?" I say as I help myself up.

"Yeah…" This was awkward. "Listen what just happened-"

I cut her off. "It was nothing and it isn't right, I know."

"That's not what I was going to say." Santana shook her head. "Now isn't the time. I'll see you after school Brittany."

So now here I am. Standing in front of the classroom door. I'm nervous. I don't know what she is going to tell me. Maybe she's just going to tutor me? This has been on my mind all day. She told me she likes me. What is wrong with my life? I want to date my fucking teacher and now I'm freaking out because she might like me back.

I get snapped back to reality when I hear the door open. "Brittany," she says with a worried look on her face. "Come in."

I walk in slowly and she follows me. I stand in front of her desk and she does the same, looking at me. "Before we begin tutoring I would like to talk about today, if thats okay with you?"

I let out a long sigh. "Yeah, its okay with me."

She takes hold of both my hands, and looks into my eyes. "Brittany, you're my student and this is wrong, but I like you. It's like everyday I get more and more attracted to you. When you smile at me I love the feeling of knowing that I am the one that made you smile, that I made you happy, even if it was just for a second. I want to be with you, I don't know how you feel about me. I'm sorry, but I can't control these feelings. Though, I know that if I could control them I would still fall for you. People see us as teacher and student, but when I look at you I look at you like my huge crush. I know that sounds funny, but I just want you, I want to take you on dates, hold your hand, make you dinner, take care of you, and so much more. You and I both know this isn't right however, I'm willing to take the risk."

I was speechless. She, Santana Lopez, liked me? Me? Brittany S. Pierce, the stupid girl who is inter-sex, and she's willing to take a risk to be with me, her student? Am I dreaming?

"I'm going to take the silence as a no. I'm sorry I-"

"No! No. I uhm it's just. Am I dreaming?" She giggled and shook her head. "Me?"

She moved closer and put her arms around my neck. "Yes you." Then she moved her head closer to mine and kissed me. It was a sweet passionate kiss, I'm telling you I saw fireworks. I moved my hands toward her hips and pushed her closer.

Suddenly the tutoring session turned into a heated make out session. I was laying down on her desk while she was on top of me kissing my neck. I tried to control myself and keep it in my pants but I couldn't. "Sorry, I can't do this anymore. It's tough to control myself," I said blushing.

"Brit it's okay, don't be embarrassed. It happens." Santana said getting up from the desk.

"Brit?" I asked.

"Hm? You don't like the nickname?"

"No, I like it. But since we're doing nicknames now…can I call you Sanny?" I asked as I held her right hand. I was now sitting up with my legs semi-open with Santana in between them facing towards me.

She had a cute smile on her face. "Never in a million years would I let someone call me that." I frowned. "But you." She said poking my nose with her free hand.

I had a toothy grin on my face. My phone buzzed in my pocket before I could say anything back.

"Who's that?" Santana asked.

"My mom. She wants me home soon, she's cooking dinner."

"I shall drive you there then." She said. We both got up and headed out the door.

I know this sucks monkey butt. I'm really sorry for any errors. I brought some foreshadowing for Quinn :D

Anyways reviews are fucking awesome and they make me happy so please review and answer some questions if yah want:

How would you feel if Brittany and Quinn became friends again?

Should Brittany forgive Quinn?

Should Brittany join the glee club?

Should Santana take over glee club?

I may make Brittany have a falling point. How would you feel if she attempted suicide?

Next chapter Santana P.O.V.?