Brittany, Santana, and several other girls from their grade were at a friend's birthday party. The birthday girl had turned 13, and was having a sleepover.

Once the hostess' parents had gone to sleep, the conversation had quickly turned to boys.

The conversation started out about boys in their school, boys they'd dated, boys they wanted to date, but before long one girl announced that she had recently fallen passionately in love with Heath Ledger, after having seen 10 Things I Hate About You on TV.

"Oh! I think my sister has a movie with him in it!" The birthday girl went running to her sister's room, and came back with a DVD with two men on the cover.

"Oooh! It has Jake Gyllenhaal in it, too! I love him!" One of the other girls exclaimed.

That settled it, they were watching this movie with the two hot men on the cover.

Once the main plot of the movie had gotten started, it became clear that most of the girls in the room were not expecting this. Santana was just trying her hardest to not spend all of Brokeback Mountain looking at Brittany. She wanted to gauge Brittany's reaction to what they were seeing, but she was also terrified of what she'd see. She was even more terrified of what they other girls at the sleepover would think if she were caught staring at another girl while there were two boys kissing on the screen.

Once the movie ended, it was clear to Santana that there were a few girls at the party who were trying to hide the fact that they thought what they'd just witnessed was frankly pretty damn hot. The general consensus, however, was that sort of thing was gross and wrong and just not acceptable.

She hadn't expected any better, but it was still disheartening to see right in front of her face that most if not all of her peers would condemn her if they knew what she had been doing with Brittany; especially if they knew how much she enjoyed it.

The rest of the girls had fallen asleep, but Santana couldn't. Something was bothering her, like an itch at the back of her brain. She knew what it was, but she wouldn't let herself think about it. She just stared at the ceiling, wide awake. Apparently, she wasn't the only one.

"Santana?" Came the small whisper from beside her.

"Yeah, Britt?" Santana whispered back, without even turning her head.

She heard a rustling of the sleeping bag next to her as Brittany turned on her side toward Santana. "What we're doing...it's not like in the movie, is it?"

Now she turned her head towards her friend, even though it was too dark to see her. "No, Brittany, why would you say that?"

"Well, it's just that they were, you know, kissing, and doing other things, and they're both boys."

"So? That doesn't have anything to do with us." She said, stubborn and resolute.

"Yeah, but they were lying about it. And they had wives and kids and stuff, just like we still date boys, and then they lied about it. And then they got into trouble for it when people found out," The pieces Brittany had been struggling to fit together finally clicked into place. "Santana, we're not going to get into trouble like that, are we?" Brittany suddenly sounded terrified.

"They didn't get into trouble until people found out, right?"

"Right."

"And we're not going to get found out, right?"

"Right, but what if—"

"Because I'm not going to tell anyone, and I know you're not going to tell anyone, right?"

"Right," Brittany sighed.

"Besides," Santana said, settling back down into her sleeping bag signaling that their conversation was over. "We're just kids, we're not married or anything. We're just practicing. We'll stop before we have husbands and kids of our own and things."

"I guess that makes sense." Brittany sounded quelled, as she settled back into her own sleeping bag.

Neither girl slept well that night.


A/N: Pretty much the moment I imagined this group of 12/13 year old girls accidentally watching Brokeback Mountain, I realized that not writing it would just be a crime. I'm being kinda vague on the timing of this, because I couldn't figure out exactly when that movie would've come out on DVD. Also, just so you know, for the purposes of this Fic I'm operating under the assumption that the girls were juniors at the Junior Prom.