Dear Diary,

Wheeling around all day in a wheel chair was harder than I every expected. I mean, how are you supposed to use your arms that much? I might have huge man arms by the end of the week. I don't get how Artie does it but he is really good at it. I think I probably fell out of it like ten times today…including one time when I ran into Santana going way too fast downhill.

"Fuck! Brittany what the hell." Santana basically shouted through the halls as I came zooming down a slope and right into her wheelchair. It was kind of fun rolling down super fast…it was like I was a speed racer, but in a chair.

"Sorry I couldn't control it." I said quietly.

She rearranged her seating after the collision, "It's alright. I hate wheel chairs, I can't do this anymore."

"I think they are kind of fun, you get to sit around all day, it's like you are on a rolling chair." Santana just silently glared at me as I tightened my lips together. "So..are you going to bake anything for the bake sale?"

"No." she responded quickly. You know for being in a wheel chair Santana looked extremely pretty today… I don't know why…not like being in a chair with wheels would change looks, but today my friend looked pretty…like a pretty best friend…who rolls around.

"I could not feel like any more of a loser in this chair, I could barely reach my locker." Santana groaned.

"I think you look pretty in your chair." I smiled. I don't know if that really made sense or not but I said it anyways.

She looked at me and a small grin slowly made it's way on her face. She looked kind of shy and cute when I complimented her.

You know what Diary, after my conversation with Santana I really can't remember where I left my wheel chair. It's like it disappeared out of nowhere. Maybe some one stole it? Maybe I stood up and kicked it far away? I really don't know, it magically vanished! But even though I lost my chair, I made a new friend today her name is Becky!

"See so many, and look how pretty they are Becky." Becky was latching on to my arm as I led her over to the Glee Club bake sale table.

Becky looked at the cupcakes in awe, "Wow."

"Brittany, you're supposed to be in your wheel chair." Santana glared at me.

"I lost it." I replied trying to again remember where I could have possibly left it.

"Are you a cheerleader?" Becky said looking at Santana like she was a god. "It's so cool."

Santana just uncomfortably stared at the girl.

"So is buying a cupcake that's really cool.' I said.

"But I don't have any money." Becky said.

"That's okay I have some" I replied and pulled out one dollar for her to spend.

Becky grabbed the cupcake and ran off, "Thanks."

"So how much do we have now?" I said feeling accomplished that I contributed to the bake sale.

Finn grabbed the dollar and began putting it in the box, "Well with this one dollar we have…one dollar."

I sat down and took a seat next to Santana. "At least we have a dollar now."

"Yeah that came out of your wallet." She said in an annoyed tone. This bake sale wasn't exactly going the way we planned and I could tell Santana was getting irritated.

"You know what?" Puck said eyeing a cupcake suspiciously, "I think I have an idea." And he rolled away on his wheel chair super fast.

After Puck mysteriously wandered away and brought back more cupcakes…those cupcakes were magically REALLY delicious..and addictive. Like everyone at school wanted them! I don't know what he did…it was like he put some kind of drug in the cupcakes that made all of us addicted, but he would never do that…right? Santana was practically munching on every cupcake and I asked her why she was eating so many…she just told me to shut up and eat another damn cupcake. It was kind of cute how she managed to get a bunch of frosting all over her uniform, it was like she murdered a bunch of cupcakes and their red frosting went all over her arms. Puck's nana must be a good baker…she's probably like the baker queen on the food channel or something. At the end of the school day Santana brought home like ten cupcakes with her carrying them in her arms.

"These cupcakes are so good," Santana said licking frosting off her finger, "Want one?" she said sticking one in my face.

I shook my head, "No thanks S, how many of those have you had anyways?" I asked as we walked towards Santana's house.

"I don't know, like ten? And I want more." She said eyeing the handful of cupcakes like a mad woman.

"I think you've had enough." I laughed as I tried to grab a cupcake away from her.

She moved them away so I couldn't take one, "No, I need to save these." She was like a little cupcake monster who wouldn't let anyone touch her cupcakes.

"You aren't seriously going to eat all of those are you?" I asked her.

She just looked at me in silence.

"You are!" I chuckled as I tried to snatch a cupcake again, but as I tried to get one a cupcake fell out of her hands.

"Oops." I said in fear as I looked at the red cupcake smashed on the ground.

Santana almost looked completely devastated, "My cupcake."

"Sorry Santana." I kind of laughed again.

"You're gonna get it." She grinned and picked up the cupcake off the ground and smashed it in my face. Red frosting covered half of my face.

"Hey!" I screeched with frosting all over me. Santana just smiled and ran down the street.

I chased after her in a mad dash and when I finally reached her put my arms around her waist and almost brought her to the ground. "What was that for?" I smiled.

She looked at me, "You made me drop a cupcake."

"That doesn't mean you can throw one at my face!" I laughed. "Get it off of me."

Santana slowly inched closer to my face and pressed her lips against my cheek, taking a lick of frosting on her tongue.

"You taste good." She said and again moved in on me. Her lips caught mine and I depend the kiss. I could taste the sweet frosting from the cupcakes on her lips. She was like a sweet Santana cupcake. She must have really loved the cupcakes because she kept kissing my face and licking the frosting off of me.

"Santana-Santana…I think it's all gone." I said slightly pushing her off my face.

She smiled, "Sorry, you just tasted like the cupcakes."

I chuckled and kissed her on the cheek, "You're funny."

Sometimes I wish I always tasted like a cupcake so Santana could kiss me all the time, but having frosting all over my face wouldn't be the greatest idea..all those other crazy kids would come and attack my face like they were attacking our baking table today. Santana tasted great as a cupcake too, like a hot spicy cupcake. She's my little cupcake. Well Diary it has been nice chatting with you this fine evening but I believe it is time for me to go to bed. Maybe some day I will make a bunch of cupcakes and Santana will come running to me like there is no today…tomorrow? Maybe I will ask Puck to make them again...cupcakes are yummy.

Oh and good news! My new friend Becky made the Cheerios! I'm so happy for her.

Goodnight Diary.

-B

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