Its been awhile hasn't it? Sorry! Here's the next chapter, which was written on less than 4 hours of sleep. I hope it turned out well, although, I'm too tired to judge! But there are a few parts I'm not thrilled with. Umm…Sorry about the fact I suck at writing Rachel. Also, if "It's On" next episode they sure did a nice job hiding it in the promo!

Well I guess we'll all have to live on that body shot scene, and fan fiction!

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Most ridiculous plea for reviews ever. I know, I'm sorry. I just had to post it.

Rachel Berry: Having someone confide in you can prove to be a major responsibility, as I have quite recently discovered. I hope that everyone is impressed with the way I have chosen to handle this responsibility. Now its time to go back to William McKinley High School!

Comments:

Santana Lopez: Facebook should have a 140 character limit like twitter, to prevent freaks like you from clogging up peoples news feeds.

Rachel Berry: Better watch what you say to me Santana. If you know what I mean.

Noah Puckerman: Ladies, ladies, I think you should stop the facebook fight, and resolve your differences at school. Make sure I'm there.

Quinn Fabray: Gross you pig.

Santana stood tentatively outside of her school. So many times she had been able to walk in to the building like she owned the place. Since she retired from the Cheerios, she had always felt a slight ping in her stomach, as though she no longer had the uniform to defend her, but today she felt hopeless. She had never felt so many butterflies, even before Nationals for the Cheerios.

It was still early, only a few students trickling in, so Santana assumed Brittany was not there yet. Santana usually waited for Brittany by their lockers before first period, whether or not they were in the same class for that day. Brittany was usually especially disoriented in the morning, and Santana did her best to ensure that her blonde friend was always where she was supposed to be. Suddenly the sound of a rolling backpack interrupted her thoughts.

"Shit!" she thought to herself. "Rachel fucking Berry."

Forgetting her fears, Santana walked quickly into the school, but she heard the familiar voice screeching behind her. "Santana! Santana come here I'd really like to speak with you about the pho-"

"What do you want Berry?" she snapped. Rachel, carrying a stack of papers in her hands, appeared almost completely unfazed. "I spoke to my dads this morning, about what you said." Santana rolled her eyes and crossed her arms defensively. Maybe it wasn't too late to pass it off as a joke? "They know exactly what you're going through. So I, in the limited time provided, have prepared a song to sing for you during glee to inspire you, and have also printed out some music for songs I think you may like to sing to help get your feelings out. Now don't be intimidated by me singing right before you, especially when you have had so little time to practice, although so have I-"

Santana ripped the papers out of Rachel's hands, and walked quickly to her locker. She opened it and put her bag inside before looking over the papers. They were all ridiculous show tune songs about being yourself and shit. She looked through the stack to see if she had missed any decent songs, until she felt a soft hand slip into hers.

"Hey" Brittany said, her bright blue eyes shinning, her skin glowing, and her smile, lighting up the whole school. Santana felt a rush go through her body, of happiness and pleasure, but also of fear. Two girls, holding hands, it doesn't usually go unnoticed in Lima, Ohio. But then she remembered that they had held hands dozens of times before. Of course it had been a while since they had, but they were both hot enough that people assumed it was just a little pre-show for the guys. It was actually quite convenient. They had always held hands, to them, it was a sign of friendship, and now romance. But everyone else assumed it was just to be sexy, and they were ok with letting people think that.

They walked down the hallway, hand in hand, to their American History class. A few people looked at them, at their clasped hands, as the fact they were no longer Cheerios made it seem a little different than before, but no one paid them much attention.

After History, the day continued about the same. Holding hands on the way to class, just like a normal couple, only no one assumed they were a normal couple. At first Santana was thankful for that fact, but it soon started to bother her. She knew there was only as much suspicion as there had always been, at least when the two of them were single. So everything was just back to normal. But Santana didn't want the normal back. The normal had led to the really shitty. And besides, between her and her best friend, things weren't back to normal.

As the questions circled Santana's mind, she found it harder and harder to concentrate on her studies. Finally, lunch came, and Santana knew she'd have to talk to Brittany about what their upcoming date meant, what everything meant. It scarred the shit out of her. They walked to the cafeteria together, hand in hand, and bought their food. Santana looked around for an empty place where they could talk, but it was hopeless. Brittany began walking toward the glee kids table, but Santana steered them to the doors leading to the outdoor tables.

"Where are we going San?" Brittany asked.

"Outside. I want to talk in private."

They opened the doors to the cold Ohio winter. Nobody else was outside, 'Perfect' Santana thought.

She walked Brittany to a bench under a tree, which was conveniently out of sight of any wandering eyes. They sat on the bench with their food in their laps, hands still clasped.

"Is this dating?" Brittany asked suddenly.

Santana felt a lump quickly form in her throat.

"Well we are going on a date tomorrow, aren't we? So I guess that means we're dating."

Brittany's face lit up, hearing those words she had wanted to hear for so long. She and Santana were dating. She kissed Santana lovingly on the lips, and they smiled into the kiss together.

"Can everyone know?" Brittany whispered, her lips still against Santana's. Santana broke away and looked at her hands. "That's the big question, isn't it?" she replied, her voice showing her reluctance.

"Is that a no?" Brittany replied, a touch of heartache forming in her chest. She had felt that heartache for years, and had lived without it for only less than 24 hours. It hurt, but in the strangest way, it was comforting. Like her body was telling her she could never really expect everything she wanted out of Santana.

Santana looked into the sad, tear-filled eyes of her best friend. Her best friend and secret-girlfriend. It hurt her, having to hide it, as though she was ashamed of Brittany. She wasn't. She just wasn't quite ready to be that girl yet. The girl who gets slushied and called a dyke. She couldn't transition from HBIC to the flaming lesbian of the school in so little time. But she knew a complete 'no' wasn't the answer either.

"For now, babe. But tell you what…we can tell the glee club."

"Ok." Brittany nodded, putting a finger to her eye to catch a tear. "How should we?"

"The only way those losers know how" Santana replied with a smirk. "In song"

So there it is…not thrilled but oh well. And yes, they will be singing. And so will Rachel. Love you and your reviews!