A/N: The feedback so far has been amazing everyone, thanks so much, and I'm really glad you're all liking the story so far.

I've been getting asked about the age gap between Brittana, so to clear it up Brittany's senior year was 2011/2012, and this story takes place in 2020, so Britt is 25 at the moment while Santana is 17.

-B

October, 2020:

"Ms. Pierce?"

You lift your eyes from the open textbook in front of you and scan the room before landing on Santana looking at you with her hand raised. You smile faintly, wetting your lips to rid it from your face as you get up from your chair, walking over to her desk. You stop by her side and put your hand on the back of her chair, looking down at the hand out in front of her, "Question?"

"Okay, I tried this question but I'm not getting the right answer…" she says with a slight frown, pointing at the question with her pencil.

You smile and look at her, shaking your head, "Santana, we haven't gotten to this part yet. I only asked you to do questions one to seven."

"Well yeah but there's like fifteen minutes left and I could get a few more questions done." She says, glancing up at you. You arch a brow and she smiles faintly.

You roll your eyes fondly, taking her pencil from her, taking a sharp, silent inhale when your fingers brush, and clear your throat. "Okay, so you're crossing a medium red plant with a short orange plant. Tall equals the two capitalized Q's, and short equals the lower case q's. You would figure medium is one capitalized Q and a lowercase q, same goes with the color of the plant. If red is two capital R's and yellow is lowercase, orange would be the same as medium. Are you following?" you ask, looking at her after drawing a punnet square.

"Yeah but I don't get how to fill the square." She says, holding her hand out, "Like…no I'm just confused." She sighs, holding her chin in her hand while you nod.

"Because you have added characteristics you would add another two boxes to the square, like this." You show her, separating the letters, and turn the pencil around, handing it back to her, "So now you just fill in the box like usual." You say and straighten, staying by her side as she fills in the box and calculates the genotype and phenotype.

She looks at you and points to her paper with her pencil, lifting a brow in question and you lean down, looking over it before smiling, "Perfect."

"That's ridiculous." She says and you chuckle.

"Exactly why I didn't assign you those questions today." You tell her with a pointed look and she shrugs. You look up to the door when there is a quiet knock, and remove your hand from Santana's chair, heading over to speak with Rachel waiting for you in the hall.

You quietly close the door behind you, looking in through the window at your students still working on the questions, before looking at Rachel and lifting your brows expectantly, "What's up?"

Rachel smiles sweetly at you and you furrow your brows suspiciously, leaning back when she rips out a booklet from behind her, holding it out to you, "Congratulations!"

"Why are you congratulating me?" you ask slowly, hesitantly taking the booklet, flipping open the first page. "And why am I reading a manual on haunted house rules and regulations?" you ask, glancing at her through your lashes.

"You've been chosen from the entirety of McKinley's staff members to supervise this year's haunted house." She says happily, clapping her hands together before linking her fingers in front of her. Your lips part and you scrunch your nose as you flip through the booklet quickly, shaking your head.

"I didn't sign up to be chosen."

"Names are drawn at random, Brittany."

"Rachel," you sigh, "I'm not in the mood for your games."

"This is not a game, Brittany." She states firmly, lifting her hand and poking the booklet, "Every year staff members are chosen at random to supervise the different stations for Halloween Spirit Day, and it just so happens your name was pulled out of the hat for the haunted house."

You groan and glance around.

"I was in charge of it last year." She reminds you and you lift your brows quickly before looking back at the booklet.

"Of course, how could I forget you dressing seniors up as steaks and chicken to bring forth awareness of veganism?"

"It might not have been my finest moment, I will admit I let my beliefs get the better of me, but still! The haunted house is the best part of the day! Both the teachers and the students love it!"

"I understand that and I love getting scared shitless but I don't want to be in charge of building it." You tell her while handing her the booklet. Rachel takes a step back while putting her hands behind her and you drop your shoulders, "Seriously?"

"I'm sorry, Brittany, but I've already sent out an invoice to the staff announcing who is in charge of what station."

"Rachel!" you hiss quietly as she turns on her heels to leave.

"The students helping with the haunted house are meeting after school in the gymnasium, I'm sure they'll be thrilled when they find out you're in charge." She calls back before turning a corner and casting you a smile.

You groan and throw your hands up, glaring at the booklet before returning to your classroom.

You sigh as you pick up the last test from one of your junior's desk and look up at the clock when the bell rings.

"Alright, everyone, see you tomorrow." You say over the noise of students transferring their class. You step out of the way to let some students out from their desk and head to your own, lifting your bag to your chair. You slide the tests in your bag and put it back on the ground, sitting down and turning to your computer. You log in and open you email, checking the invoice from Rachel.

"Unbelievable." You breathe when you see your name next to haunted house, and click the close box. You groan and lean back in your chair, pinching the bridge of your nose as you wait for the time to pass.

You flick the light of your classroom off and step out of the room, closing the door. You put your keys away and drape your jacket over your arm before pulling your bag over your shoulder. It was ten to four and school had let out five minutes ago. It was time to head to the gym and meet the students that will be helping with the haunted house for the end of the month.

You have mixed feelings about the whole thing.

Sure you like the haunted house, you always have, but building it? You're not great when it comes to that kind of stuff.

You walk down the empty halls and head to the gym, slowing when you hear familiar voices from inside, talking and laughing. You push the doors open and step inside the gym, the click of your heels echoing as you head to the bleachers, a smile growing.

"Ms. Pierce! You're the supervisor?" Kurt squeals in excitement, jumping up and throwing his arms around you. You laugh softly and pat his back lightly before he steps back.

"I was worried we were going to get Mr. Reyes like sophomore year but thank god it is a cool teacher."

You smile and shrug lightly at Mercedes, placing your things on the lowest bleacher, "I am pretty cool." You smile cheekily before glancing to the side, and lifting your brows, just now noticing Santana sitting a few spaces away. "I didn't know you were so involved." You say playfully and she shrugs with a smile.

"I was dragged into it."

"By me." Mercedes lifts her hand with a proud smile before swatting Santana's knee. Both girls giggle and you just shake your head before looking at the gym doors when they open.

"Sorry! I had to pee really bad."

"Thanks for that, Trouty." Santana rolls her eyes as Sam Evans, a senior jock, jogs over with his huge lips turned upwards in a smile.

"Awesome, you're our supervisor?" He nods happily.

"I am." You nod, holding your hand out towards the bleachers, signalling for him to take a seat. You wait for Sam to sit and clap your hands together while looking around at the eight students sitting in front of you. "Okay so I don't really know the first thing about building a haunted house." You admit holding your hands out and the student's chuckle. You smile and point, "You think I'm funny but I'm being serious."

"Don't you usually start with like…the theme?" Santana asks everyone hesitantly.

You hold your hand out to her and nod with a smile, "Right let's-"

"I thought Halloween was the theme." Sam mumbles.

"Halloween isn't a theme, guppy lips." Santana says, "A theme is like, zombies or vampires."

"Ou, I could be down for vampires." Mercedes nods with a grin, "Add some werewolves-"

"Maybe some romance and glitter, we can turn it into Twilight 2.0" a jock behinds her says. Mercedes rolls her eyes and you just stand in front of the group with your arms crossed and brows lifted in amusement.

"Yeah, well what's your brilliant idea?" Mercedes asks with a scoff.

"Something like demons."

"I refuse." Kurt says quickly.

"Oh hell to the no!" Mercedes says at the same time while Sam nods in agreement with his fellow jock, slapping him in the back with a grin. "We are not doing some satanic ritual up in here."

"Why not, we could have Satan herself sitting on a throne." The joke laughs, nudging Santana with his elbow. She shoots him a glare, shoving him away from her before glancing at you while you furrow your brows. "What's wrong with-"

"Okay!" you clap, getting their attention. Everyone looks at you and you hold your hands out to the sides, "I have an idea. Mercedes can you take out a loose leaf and rip it into nine pieces about the same size?"

She nods and starts digging through her backpack while you look at everyone else, "Everyone take out a pen and when you get a piece of the paper I want you to write down your biggest fear. We can incorporate them into the house."

"House of Fears..." Kurt suggests, looking at you for approval.

"That's pretty cool. I'm in." Sam beams, taking a paper and scribbling down his fear.

You look around to the other students, each nodding in agreement, and smile proudly.

"Ms. Pierce, why'd you say nine when there is only eight of us?" Mercedes asks and you step forwards, taking the last piece and her pen, writing your fear on it before folding it twice.

"It's only fair my fear is incorporated." You wink and cup your hand together, "Everyone pass your papers forwards and I'll shake them up; then everyone can open one." You say, scrambling the papers before handing one to each of the students. "Sam you can read your first and then we'll go to Kurt and so on."

"Spiders."

Your lips twitch and you hold back a smile, nodding for Kurt to go.

"Death."

"Snakes."

"Darkness."

"Clowns."

You swallow, glancing around as Santana lists her head after reading the slip of paper, and nod for another student to read, "Being murdered."

You give a pointed look to the jock smirking and he falters under your gaze.

"Ghosts."

"Clowns again."

"Heights." You read and lift your head, letting out a breath. "Okay so we have some ideas to incorporate now we just need to figure out how to do that."

You take a seat next to your stuff and pull out your phone as the students start brainstorming. You tense and glance to the side when the bench dips slightly, and arch a brow at Santana. She smiles and drops her shoulders.

"Hey."

"Hey." You chuckle, "Have any ideas?" you ask, putting your phone away before turning to face her more. She purses her lips before side glancing you and smiling slyly.

"Kinda, but I was actually going to ask how you think we'll manage to portray death."

You chuckle and tilt your head, smiling at her, "That's your job."

Santana gasps dramatically, smiling and looking at her lap before tilting her head and glancing at you with a sweet look. Your smile falls slightly as you stare at her and her lips turn into a smile that grows slowly. You lift your gaze from her mouth and take a deep breath as you avert your gaze. You close your eyes, shaking your head faintly at yourself before opening your eyes and glancing back at the girl looking at the other students.

"Maybe for heights we could…" she starts, looking back at you, "Have a step down from a higher platform, not a horrible one but enough that if it's pitch black…" she trails off and you nod.

"Like when you go down the stairs and miss a step."

"And you have a mini heart attack." She smiles. You laugh and nod in agreement, "Yeah?"

"Pretty brilliant." You compliment and she blushes faintly making your smile grow. You shift, glancing behind Santana and tense when you meet Kurt's faint questioning smile. You clear your throat and stand up, rubbing the back of your neck as you face the group, "Okay, guys. I think that's enough for today." You say and watch Sam and the other four background seniors get up and leave as Santana gets up slowly with a slight frown, retrieving her things. You swallow and force a smile at Mercedes and Kurt as they wait for Santana. The three of them leave and you close your eyes with a heavy sigh, holding your hand against your forehead.

A/N: next update will be Thursday; and I can promise you that there will for sure be 2 weekly updates, but I will be aiming for 3 (Sundays, Tuesdays, and Thursdays).

-B