(A/N: hey guys, not much to say... here is chapter 8! I hope you guys don't think I sped it up too much... I don't know let me know what you think!)

The warm months cam and went, and before long a nice blanket of snow covered the ground in Lima. Brittany and Santana had been having sessions at Brittany's house for a little less then 4 months, and in that short amount of time they grew completely comfortable with each other. Anna even met Santana, and she adored her. Brittany got to know the real Santana, the one that hid beneath her tough, bitchy exterior. She was actually really smart, she just needed a push, and that was exactly what Brittany did for her. Now a straight a C student, not only was Santana's spot on the cheerios safe, she was also on track to graduate. Studying and tutoring actually became Santana's favorite part of the week, she would go to Brittany's house for a few hours three days a week and they would do all her work, not only history anymore (which to be honest became Santana's favorite subject rather quickly.) Santana even introduced Brittany to her friends, well, two of them, Quinn Fabray and Sam Evans. (The introduction she used was "she's not really a huge square!") Quinn didn't care for her, but Brittany and Sam got along surprisingly well, discovering a mutual love of music.

Brittany's car slid along the road as she drove to Blaine's house on a Tuesday afterschool for one of there new rituals, weekday sleepovers. Rather then work they sat around and talked about Brittany's progress with Santana and about Blaine's relationship with Kurt. It was starting to softly snow away when Brittany got out of the car, grabbing her bag and running towards the front door to get out of the cold as quick as possible. She might have banged the door down in order to get inside.

"Blaine, open the door! It's fucking freezing out here" Brittany yelped

Blaine finally opened the door, rubbing his eyes and yawning as she shut it behind Brittany.

"You fell asleep I see" Brittany said as she walked the familiar route to Blaine's room. Once inside she dropped her bag and dropped down on the bed, pulling a pillow over her head.

"Yeah well, Kurt had me lifting sets for him all morning, I needed a cat nap"

"Yeah yeah yeah, a likely story" Brittany winked at her best friend "anyway what is on the agenda tonight?"

"Um, yeah well let's start with how are things with Santana?" Blaine winked and sat down next to Brittany on the bed.

"Ugh, Blaine. They are… fine I guess, haven't made any progress" Brittany let out a sigh and began to bit her thumb nail, a habit that emerged when she was complacent.

"Brittany as I do recall she introduced you to her friends, which seems like progress to me." Blaine used that smug tone that made Brittany want to punch her best friend.

"Well yeah, friendship progress, not romantic progress. The more time I spend with her, the more obvious that she's straight it is, but also I fall for her more every time I'm with her." Brittany hated the fact that Santana was everything she ever wanted because she would never be hers, at least not in the way Brittany wanted.

"Brittany, you are so angsty, just grab her and be like, 'Santana, I love you, now, I will ravage you'" Blaine wrapped his arms around himself and began making kissing noises.

"first of all," Brittany said, punching her best friend in the arm to make him stop "I would never say that, and just fyi, if that's what you say to Kurt then I have no idea how you two are still together"

"Kurt likes my dorkiness, besides, my sexy surpasses my dorky" Blaine motioned his hands up and down in front of his body.

Brittany smacked him with a pillow and he actually fell off the bed from the force.

"Really Brittany, really?" he said standing up and jumping on top of her on the bed

A wrestling match between the two started to ensue, it was pretty heated until the bedroom door flew open and Hiram Anderson-Berry stood with his hand over his eyes.

"Um, Blaine if this is you questioning your sexuality again I would rather you not do it in my house" Brittany laughed at this because Hiram had no idea that Brittany had absolutely no interest in boys.

"No father, that is not the case, just trying to teach Britt a lesson, what do you need anyway?" Blaine asked, jumping off Brittany and sitting up.

"Oh right, I came in here for a reason. Leroy and I are off the night, don't cause too much trouble… and Blaine, watch your sister and Mercedes. You know how they can get."

"Will do dad, have a nice date." Blaine winked at his father and Hiram rolled his eyes before exiting the room.
"So, how are you and Kurt?" Brittany asked hopeful that Blaine wouldn't talk about heir sex life.

"fine, although I'm starting to think he only keeps me around to help him move sets" Blaine laughed, "But really, we're great… happy. This is why you need to make a move on Santana soon. Two words for you Britt: double and dates"

"I'm not making a move Blaine… she's straight. But…. If things were going to happen, I'm not going to say no." Brittany shrugged "but nothing will." She quickly added.

"Oh Brittany, you have so much to learn." Blaine said throwing his arm over her best friends shoulder. It was a nice moment while it lasted but quickly ended when Blaine heard a glass breaking from the direction of the kitchen.

"RACHEL" he yelled before getting up and rushing off, Brittany followed… being occupied by anything other then her thoughts would be best.

Later that week Brittany and Santana had a study session. Santana arrived promptly after school and headed up to Brittany's room to get situated while the other girl got them sodas. When Brittany entered her room Santana was already spread out with her notes and book open. They quickly got down to studying the end of WWII, this was Brittany's favorite part of history.

"So, Hitler and his wife killed themselves together?" Santana asked

"Basically, the Soviets were going to kill them anyway, so they just decided to die on their own terms." Brittany nodded, her feet playing with the headboard behind her.

"Kind of romantic if you think about it….. And, you know, forget about all the genocide stuff" Santana took the book from Brittany's grasp and continued to read.

"Like Romeo and Juliet… with a Nazi Germany twist" Brittany laughed, Santana soon joined her, resting her head on Brittany's shoulder as she laughed.

"I don't know Britt, sometimes I wish I could hang out with you here all the time. Everything at your house is perfect and nice and clean, the polar opposite of my entire existence." Santana sat up and leaned back against Brittany's headboard, Brittany rolled over so she was on her back looking up at Santana.

"Big difference from when we first met, you hated me, like really hated me."

"I'm sorry about that, I was embarrassed and in denial about high school actually ending… I didn't realize until I met you that none of this" Santana tugged on her Cheerios top "matters after high school." Santana sighed and Brittany nodded in understanding, both of them smiling.

The girl's eyes wandered towards each others, and when they finally locked the smiles disappeared from their faces. Before either girl knew that hit them Santana was leaning down to connect her lip to Brittany's, the girls lips collided passionately. Santana's lips tasted exactly like Brittany imagined, like mint and honey, maybe even slightly better then she imagined. It wasn't long before Santana was on top of Brittany, her tongue pleading for entry to the other girl's mouth. Brittany bit Santana's bottom lip teasingly, eliciting a moan from the other girl that sent a shiver down Brittany's spine. Santana's hand wandered up Brittany's shirt and gently cupped her breast, Brittany pulled her mouth apart from Santana's and trailed her tongue up the pleading girls throat, every fiber in her body tingled with arousal. Brittany let her hands wander up to Santana's ponytail and she pulled it out, letting her soft, coconut smelling hair fall across her back. The two girls let their lips crash back together and their tongues danced together, perfectly in sync… like they were made for each other. This continued getting more and more heated until Santana suddenly got up, literally jumping off the bed, her hand held to her lips.

"I can't do this, I… I have to go" She said grabbing her bag and running out of the room and out of the house before Brittany could even think straight.

They wasn't sure what just happed, but all both Santana Lopez and Brittany Pierce knew was that they wanted to do it again, But one of them didn't want that feeling, she wish it would just fuck off. That's what Santana kept repeating herself as she drove away from the Pierce house, wishing that she could just be normal.