A/N: Since I found FF I feel like I don't have a life anymore. Every free minute I spent writing my own story or reading others. Anyone out there feeling the same? :D

Well, as always, thank you, thank you, thank you for the reviews, favs and alerts, y'all make my day :)

Asmodeus Poisonteeth: For me it's easier to write in first person, I don't know why :D But I really want to show Brittany's side of this story, too, and this way is easiest for me, so I think I'm gonna stick with the way I write it now, but thank you for your suggestion. (:

As for the Rachel-fling-thing, I haven't decided yet who it will be, but thank you for your great advice. I've never really thought about Rachel and Sam, because I just can't picture them together, but I'll think about it :)

Chapter 9

Santana's POV:

"What is this?!"

"Where were you?"

"Do you have any idea how worried we were?"

"Don't do this ever again, you hear?"

"What is this?!"

My father yelled and pointed towards Dude. My eyes widened and the small dog whimpered, hiding behind me. I knelt down and petted his furry head while looking at my parents with a blank expression. I knew this would happen. They were always acting bat shit crazy when it came to the most simple things, but I was used to it by now.

I took Dude in my arms and stood back up, still not knowing what to say. My mother leaned her weight against the kitchen counter, sighing audibly. I wanted to roll my eyes, I almost did, but the look on my fathers face made me freeze. He is usually a really calm and relaxed kind of man, but right now he looked so disappointed, even a little angry. I knew what I did was wrong. I shouldn't have just run away like this, but the day was bad enough, I really didn't need my mother on top of that.

It was nearly 8pm, the sun didn't even start to set yet, so there was no actual reason to be worried. Also, I had Dude to save me from all the horrible things out there. (I really doubted that he could do much, he'd rather run away, but no one's gonna tackle someone with a dog, at least I've never heard of something like this...) And even if Dude wouldn't do anything, I knew Brittany would. At the thought of her I smiled. Mh... this girl...-

"Do you think this is funny?", my father rambled and put his hands on his hips.

"Uh...", How was I supposed to answer this, huh? Just keep your mouth shut, Lopez. I nodded to myself. Ugh, I practically gave my father tons of reasons to think that I'm crazy. (Crazy about Brittany...)

"Santana... are you high?!", he continued and I looked at him dumbfounded. High and crazy, almost the same things, right?

"Uh... what?"

"Are you high? Like... are you on drugs... did you take drugs? It was that Brittany girl, wasn't it? I knew there was something about her...-"

At some point I just zoned out. Was I crazy? Yes. Crazy about that blue eyed blonde from down the street. And high? Well... she definitely had that affect on me, and her lips were one hundred percent drugs. I just couldn't get enough of them...-

My father looked at me with furrowed brows and a helpless expression on his face. Shit, did he ask something. Was I supposed to say something now? My mother stood further away from me, but the look she threw at me was the same my father gave me. Even Dude in my arms looked at me confused. He started to get heavy so I let him back down. I just hoped he wouldn't kill anyone here like he tried to do with Sam. I sighed in relief when he walked to my dad with a wiggling tail and began to lick his shoes. I mean, how could you not like this dog, huh? He was just so cute, and lovely, and... adorable. Like Brittany...

Ugh... I had no idea what was wrong with me... Why was I always thinking about her? Yeah, it felt so good to be with her, and talk to her, and kiss her, and- Ugh! Just stop this...! It was so hard to get her out of my head, she just was like, everywhere. I couldn't help myself...

"Santana?", my dad asked and pulled me out of my thoughts. He looked pretty frightened, like he thought Dude might just turn into a dragon or something like that. I looked at him, still not sure what to say.

"I said, could you please get this off me?", he repeated the question I didn't hear earlier. This? What was he talking about...? Ooooh! Poor dog. If he would be able to understand what my dad said I would be totally cool with him biting my father's leg off. Okay... maybe not really, but something like this. I didn't want to be around my father any longer, and there was no chance I would talk to my mother. Don't get me wrong. I do love her, but after all she did I just wasn't ready to talk to her.

"Come on, Dude.", I said and started walking towards the stairs. The puppy turned his head around at the sound of his name and came running after me, following me back into my room.

I closed the door behind me and made my way to my bed, letting me fall down on it tired. The day was really exhausting. And tomorrow it would be just as bad. Probably even worse. But now I knew that I had Brittany on my side. And Rachel. I knew I didn't give Rachel many reasons to be that nice to me, but I was really grateful for her. She seemed to be a really good friend, and that was just what I needed right now. I've never had a real friend, and now I suddenly got a friend and a... uh... soon-to-be-girlfriend? On that side my life seemed perfect. It was better than I could ever hope for, mostly because of Brittany. But on the other side with my new friends new problems came. Problems as in Quinn and Puck. Without them everyhing would be just... just perfect. Maybe I would already be with Brittany if it wasn't for them, maybe not. Well... I'll never know.

Most of the evening I just sat on my bed with my back against the headboard, thinking about all the "what if"'s. Around ten I went showering and after that I grabbed something to eat while my parents were sitting in the living room, back towards me (thank god). Also I brought Dude something from the food Brittany gave me. (I still had no idea who or what a 'Tubs' was...? I really needed to ask her this...)

When I was finally lying in my bed, Dude at my feet, staring at the ceiling in the dark, I sighed heavily, and when I actually fell asleep only seconds later, I remember thinking that a certain blonde was haunting me also in my dreams.

/

No one's POV:

Flashback:

Except for a small light coming from outside the room was dark. It was in the end of april, so everyone knew the summer would come eventually, but not quiet yet. The heating in the room was on, and slowly it got uncomfortable warm inside. If it wasn't for small moans and heavy breathing everyone could've thought it was just another empty room, but it wasn't.

In the corner stood a king-sized bed. Actually it was Puck's mom's. But when Brittany and Quinn stumbled into the room like twenty minutes ago, eyes closed and lips locked, they couldn't care less about it. That thing between them was going on for almost three months now and everything was really good. They had fun. Because that's all what it was, right?

With Quinn on top of her, Brittany felt really good. The hazel-eyed blonde were the first person the taller girl had sex with, but it wasn't only that. Maybe it was because Quinn's fingers inside of Brittany were pure magic, but in the end Brittany knew there was something else. Something else she didn't understand back then.

Fifteen minutes and two orgasms later both girls were lying on their backs next to each other, panting heavily. Brittany was the first one who broke the silence when she started chuckling, still out of breath. Quinn looked to her right, where Brittany was, with a big smile on her face, shaking her head lightly.

"Stop it, Britt.", she said playfully and sat up. The girl next to her did the same and poked Quinn's shoulder. The two best friends looked at each other serious for like three seconds before both started laughing. It was really dark inside, without the lights on or anything, but thanks to the lantern in front of the window, they were able to see each other. Quinn was glad that everything with Brittany was so simple. She was so over Puck and his stupid mohawk, and his stupid badass-reputation and all his other stupid stuff. And she was so thankful for the other blonde who helped her to get through this. If it wasn't for Brittany she didn't know where she would be. She probably would be still running after Puck, trying to get his attention in some way. They were all super close, they even had sleepovers. Only the three of them. But that was months ago, before she and Brittany started getting it on. Now the mere thought about sleeping in the same room like the mohawk-boy without the influence of alcohol seemed weird.

Quinn stood up to look for her clothes, but because of the darkness inside she grabbed Brittany's bra first. "That's mine, silly.", The blue-eyed blonde chuckled, ready to take the clothing out of Quinn's grip, but the other girl didn't let go and grinned evilly.

"Come on, Q. We need to go back down. Wouldn't want to miss the party, huh?", Brittany said jokingly with a raised eyebrow. Actually she didn't mind to stay here with Quinn at all. Quinn was her favourite person in the whole damn world. They knew each other since they were six, that was more than half her life. Quinn just always was there. She was a big part of Brittany's whole existence, and a life without her was just unthinkable.

Quinn sighed dramatically and threw the pink bra with black polka dots at Brittany and continued looking for her own clothes.

It was moments like this when Brittany thought about what it would be like to be with Quinn like this all the time. Like... outside of this room. Or any other room, or backseat of Quinn's car, or janitor closet, or... ugh, you know. It was moments like this when Brittany tried to push the urge to hug Quinn and stay here with her away. It was moments like this when Brittany had to bite on her tongue to not let the wrong words escape her mouth.

It was moments like this when Brittany thought about the possibility that she might be in love with her best friend.

/

With a panicked shriek Brittany practically jumped out of her bed. Cold sweat was covering her face and the back of her neck. This dream just felt so real. She remembered exactly what happened on this party. It was near the end of her sophomore year and in that night she admitted her feelings for Quinn to herself for the first time. But she just didn't want to remember. She wanted to forget about everything. She wanted to forget Quinn and all the stuff that happened between them.

Brittany whiped the sweat on her forehead away with the back of her hand. Her breathing was uneven, her legs shaking. She sat back down on her bed, thinking about her dream. Why was she dreaming about this? It was all so long ago, over a year now, and she was still dreaming about Quinn... Tired Brittany shook her head, lying back again. She pulled her blanket up, covering half her face, and closed her eyes.

The blonde was confused. Her last dream about the head cheerleader was months ago. So why did that happen again now? Brittany sighed, because actually... she couldn't care less about Quinn. She was her past, Brittany knew that, but that's all Quinn was. Past.

When Brittany fell back asleep, a smile on her face, she dreamed about Santana for the first time.

/

Santana's POV:

"Oh my god!", I screamed startled when I walked into my room. I tightened the grip on the towel I had clenched around me after I got out of the shower.

When I woke up this morning, I had a bonder (again), so when I stood in the shower and the cold water didn't help I saw no other way than to help myself out. With a muffled shriek of Brittany's name I came and stumbled out of the shower with a satisfied smile on my face. After that I put my favourite red fluffly towel around me, and walked back into my room to get dressed. When I was standing right in front of my door I was about to let the towel hit the ground (I was already late, I really had to hurry.), but then I got in, just to see Brittany sitting on my bed.

I swear I just got a heart attack in that moment. While I was standing here like a complete idiot she was just sitting there, a smile plastered on her face. My eyes were wide. I really didn't expect her to be here. I thought since we said she would take me to school with her, we would just meet outside, but Brittany was always up to surprises, so I shouldn't be so... well, surprised.

I was confused how she got in here, but also so excited to see her, and when I opened my mouth to say something more appropriate than 'Oh my god', I almost let go of my towel. I catched it before it got the chance to reveal something of the hidden parts of my body.

(I was pretty sure Brittany was able to catch a glimpse of my left side boob.)

I kept my hands holding the towel tight and blushed. I really was an idiot... Brittany stood up from my bed and slowly walked towards me, looking me up and down until she finally found my eyes. Did I mention that I really love her eyes? I mean, just... look at them. They are the most beautiful shade of blue, sometimes they even seem gray. But in the end everything was just how it was meant to be. The most beautiful eyes belonged to the most beautiful girl in the world.

"You don't have to hide, honey. Nothing I haven't seen before.", Brittany said sweetly with a grin and leaned forward to peck my lips once and I blushed even harder. Oh no, she didn't say that, did she? How could she be so evil and cute all at the same time? When she leaned back I expected her to take a step back and I could go get ready, but just like I said, Brittany was always up for surprises.

The way she looked at me made me know that she was up to something, and I really had no idea if it was a good or a bad something, but I trusted her, and I knew she wouldn't do anything to harm me. (And in the end... it was Brittany. I probably would let her do anything she wants with me.)

In one swift movement her hands were on my hips and she quickly turned me around, starting to push me backwards, until I finally fell on my bed. I tried to wiggle myself further up on it, so I could lean against the headboard, but then Brittany started crawling towards me. I gulped at the sight in front of me and when the blonde was hovering over me, practically straddeling my lap, I realized that the only thing parting her sex with mine was her thin jeans shorts and my fucking fluffy towel. Oh my god, no no no no no, don't think about stuff like that. What if I just got a stupid boner, huh? I mean, with Brittany on top of me and looking at me like this the chances that something like this might happen were actually pretty huge. (Not the only huge thing, if you know what I mean.)

(Wanky.)

Brittany had her hands on each side of my head, throwing a flirtarious look at me and I smiled up at her. She licked her lips, and it just felt right to do the same. I knew she would kiss me any second, and god, how much I love her kisses. Patient I waited for her to make a move and after a moment of just looking into each others eyes she leaned down to let her lips melt into mine.

It's almost unbelievable that yesterday was the first time we kissed, and now it already felt so natural to do this with her. Like we were doing this for years, not a day. When Brittany deepened the kiss my hands lost their grip on my towel and traveled to Brittany's hips. I really didn't want to seem too eager, but I just had to pull her closer. I needed her closer. And for for a second I didn't even care that the girl above me might feel my something down there. Brittany bit on my lower lip playfully and chuckled lightly what caused me to do the same. And when she pushed her tongue into my waiting mouth a small shaky moan escaped my lips. Brittany smiled into the kiss and slowly grinded down into me with her hips and I felt my dick twitch in want. That's when I froze.

I realized where we were and what we were doing and that I was only in a towel, and carefully I broke the kiss. I let my hands travel to Brittany's shoulders and gently pushed her back a few inches. She looked at me like she did something wrong and I immediately shook my head.

"We should slow down...", I said in a low voice. I didn't want to scare Brittany by getting hard now or something like this, so we probably should stop. Brittany sat up (still in my lap) and drove her right hand through her hair. She had it open again, and I really liked it like this. I rested my hands just above her knees and slowly started to scratch along her thighs gently with my fingernails. The blonde smiled shy at me and I returned it.

"You know...just for now. I need to get ready...", I continued.

"You're lucky you're so cute.", Brittany chuckled and leaned down again to peck my lips, then she was off my lap and walked towards my window. "What are you doing?", I asked confused when she opened it. Woah...she couldn't just jump down there. It was like... a million metres down. Okay, maybe not that much, but still.

"I'll be waiting outside.", Brittany said with a wink and before I had the chance to stop her she was out of my window. I heard a low thump and ran over there to look out and down. Brittany was standing there, shaking the dirt of her shoes and smiling up at me with a heart melting grin. I shook my head amused and closed the window, but not before smiling back at her. I saw her walking to her bike. She had parked it on the opposite side of the street because my mother's (ugh.) car was still standing in our driveway. I heard her talking with my father this morning in the kitchen, so I just avoided to go down there. Brittany was lucky that the kitchen was on the other side in our house, else my parents probably would've seen her jump down. And that would've caused a hell of a lot weird questions.

Whatever... after Brittany was gone I was finally able to let my towel go and walk to my closet stark naked. I hopped into my dark blue compressions and a pair of jeans. (When I woke up this morning I found a basket with some of my clothes in front of my room. Obviously my father washed them yesterday. Thank god he was back. One of these days I would've run out of clothes...) Next was a bra and a loose sweater. I almost wanted to grab my bag and run down, but then I remembered what happened yesterday, and so I walked back to my closet and put two more shirts into my bag. You know, just in case...

Five minutes later I was walking down the stairs, as quiet as possible, I didn't want my parents to see me. Thank god when I arrived at the door. I opened it and went hrough it. Just before I closed it behind me, I yelled: "Have to go. Byyyye!"

I heard Brittany laughing at me and turned around. She was walking towards me, shaking her head in amusement. We met halfway, but what I didn't expect was that Brittany threw her arms around my waist and picked me up. Startled, but still laughing, I put my hands around her neck and pulled her in for a kiss. I knew my parents were inside of the house, maybe even watching (pervs!), but right now that was the last thing I cared for. Brittany gasped into the kiss surprised but slipped her tongue past my lips. She was still with Puck, I knew that, but at the same time she wasn't. At least for me she wasn't. And she said she would break up with him. For me. Mh... even inside of my head the thought of that was just...heavenly.

We let our tongues dance around each other for a moment, and after a minute Brittany pulled back slightly, resting her forehead against mine.

"Your kisses always make me... dizzy.", she whispered with closed eyes and I blushed. Was it possible that we were feeling the same things for each other?

Brittany carefully let me down and took my hand in hers. I followed her to her bike, and when she helped me to place the helmet on my head and looked at me with that loving and caring expression, I was sure of one thing.

I was starting to fall in love with her.

/

Brittany and me were walking next to each other in silence. Every now and then I felt the urge to just grab her hand and hold it tight, but I knew I couldn't do that. Not now. She had parked at her usual place, so we had a few minutes just for us, before we would be at school and I would be meet with a slushie shower (probably).

"When are you gonna talk to him?", I asked. I knew I didn't need to say his name, Brittany knew exactly who 'he' was. I didn't want to push her, I just wanted to know. And the sooner it happened, the better.

"As soon as I see him.", the blonde next to me replied and I nodded. "Okay."

We continued our walk in silence, and when we started to hear noices coming from the school Brittany stopped. For a moment I thought she was going to tell me she couldn't do this, that her reputation was more important than a freak like me, but she just turned to me and took both of my hands in hers. I looked up at her when she made a step towards me, so we were standing toe to toe. The butterflies in my stomach were racing around and my heart was beating in a rapid pace, it almost hurt.

"You know it's gonna be hard...", Brittany began. "But I want you to know that I'm here. I'm in this with you, and I'm not gonna let anyone hurt you in some way. I promise."

I felt tears swelling up and knew I was blushing. This girl... she was just so... I had no words for it. She was just perfect. When a tear was about to roll down my face, Brittany brought her hands up to my cheeks and whiped it away with her thumb. She leaned her forehead against mine and breathed her sweet breath into my face slowly. I leaned my cheek into her hand and closed my eyes for a second. Everxthing in that moment felt so right. Brittany felt so right. But then she stiffened.

I opened my eyes and saw her not looking at me anymore. She looked over my shoulder past me and gritted her teeth. I was almost afraid to turn around, but I did. I saw Quinn and Puck hopping out of his SUV and sighed. The blond head cheerleader laughed at something Puck said and slapped his shoulder playfully. They were just... eww. I saw Quinn kissing Puck's cheek and walking away from him, waving her hand with a wink. Puck looked around, maybe he was looking for someone. And then his gaze found mine.

I froze just like Brittany did. She had her hands now dropped to my shoulders and slowly I turned back around to her.

"This is your last chance to get out of this.", I whispered. "You can be with him if you want. You know... I...", I slowly started sobbing. I knew how hard it must be for Brittany. When she would stay with me they would destroy her, too. And right in that moment I wondered if my pain was worth it. Brittany had nothing to do with it. She didn't have to do this.

She looked at me startled and shook her head quickly and whiped new tears off my face.

"No. We're in this together."

And with that she leaned down and kissed me with everything she had. I tasted my tears in this kiss, but also... love. But it couldn't be, could it? She couldn't feel this way about me, right? This beautiful creature sent from heaven? Brittany swirled her tongue around mine and held me as close as possible. After a few way too short seconds we broke apart, panting due to the lack of air.

"Try to avoid Quinn, okay? Just... try to find the dwarf, uh... Rachel. She'll help you, okay? I'm gonna talk to him... Just meet me under the bleachers at break, okay?", Brittany asked worried and I nodded dumbly at her. Avoid Quinn. Find Rachel. Meet Brittany under the bleachers. Yap. Okay.

Brittany leaned back down to plant a soft kiss on my forehead, then she turned around and walked over to Puck, who was obviously watching us and waiting for her. He threw a death stare at me and I just wanted to run away. But I knew I couldn't. Brittany was doing so much for me. All I could do for her was being strong and get through this. I started walking towards the school and breathed in and out nervously. That was it. And now go.

Avoid Quinn. Find Rachel. Meet Brittany under the bleachers.

/

No one's POV:

Brittany's breath was uneven. But not because of Santana's magical kisses, but because she was actually going to break up with Puck. Puck, her first boyfriend, even if there wasn't any romantic feelings involved, he used to be her best friend next to Quinn. Oh man, how much everything changed in the last two years. He was leaning against his black SUV, looking a mix of confused and angry. He had tried to call her last night a few times, but she never answered. She was too busy thinking about Santana.

When she arrived in front of the mohawk boy she sighed, already annoyed by his presence. "We need to tal-"

"Get in.", Puck said and nodded towards the passenger side of his car. Brittany looked at him with furrowed eyebrows and shook her head. There was no need to drive somewhere so they could talk. They could do this here just fine.

"No. We can talk here.", she replied and he laughed at her amused and evilly. He looked at her, anger slowly starting to rise inside of him. He slammed his hand down on the roof of the car, Brittany almost jumped back in surprise of the sudden thud. Then the guy walked towards her, slowly around his SUV, and when he finally stood in front of her he pushed his body weight into Brittany until she was flushed in-between Puck and the car. He made an attempt to kiss her, but in the last second Brittany turned her head to her side and closed her eyes tight. Puck chuckled annoyed and leaned in to whisper something into Brittany's ear.

"Listen... I really want to forget about the last week. Look at us, what happened? ... I want you to get into this car, and then we can drive to mine, so I can fuck the thought of that little freak out of your pretty little head, you understand me? I promise you we'll leave her alone. I'll talk to Quinn. She won't touch her. But I really hate to watch the freak's hands all over you-"

And right in that second Brittany's fist collided with Puck's jaw. How dare he to say all these awful things about Santana? He didn't know her, and had no right to talk about her like this. Brittany pushed the guy away from her as far as possible when she found her bravery again. She was so angry at him. She'd love to kick the shit out of Puck, but she knew that would make everything even worse.

Puck was leaning over, holding his jaw in one hand. His eyes were squeezed shut tight in pain and he shook his head startled. Brittany quickly walked to him and whispered angry: "Now you'll listen. You will leave Santana alone, tell Quinn, you hear? If I see one slushie get thrown over her I'm gonna kill Quinn, okay? She always was kinda a bitch, but you used to be different. Just try to remember this time, Puck!"

With that Brittany turned around and wanted to walk away, but a hand grabbed hers and held her back. She shook his hand of hers but looked back at him.

"So what, huh? You're just gonna be with that freak?", he spat and Brittany really wanted to hit him again.

"Yeah. I'll be with her, you want to know why? Because I actually like her. I like her, okay? She's pretty, and awesome and so smart. She makes me laugh and feel special. That's something you never made me feel. And in the end... all you make me feel is... sick."

Puck scoffed at the blonde in front of him and made a move towards her, but when Brittany raised her arm he stopped in motion.

"Brittany, you're not like that. You're not a dyke. You're straight. You love my dick, I know that. Come on, just... we can forget about this all." And that was it. Brittany lunged herself at Puck and pushed him against his car in anger. He grunted in pain and looked at Brittany with wide angry eyes. For a second they were just staring at each other, Brittany's hands against his shoulders, but then she let go of him and made a step back.

Tired and sad she shook her head, looking at the ground.

"Don't you get it? It's over. Nothing can change my decision... It's over."

Brittany was glad that Puck didn't seem to reply. He looked at her expressionless, and after a minute he nodded.

"Okay... but then you'll go down with her."

Brittany smiled at him sadly and nodded, too.

"She's worth it."

/

Santana's POV:

I was walking through the school with three things running through my mind.

Avoid Quinn. Find Rachel. Meet Brittany under the bleachers.

Everyone was looking at me, I felt their stares burning holes into my head and frowned. I tried to not look at them, but everytime I raised my gaze from the ground I was met with pairs of eyes I've never seen before. Some of them shook their heads, some just looked at me disgusted. I needed to get the hell away from here. I had no idea where I was. Without Brittany (or Sam last week) I had no coordination inside of this building, I felt lost. And all the stares made me feel even worse. Thank god I haven't met Quinn yet. I knew the second that happened all hell would break loose.

Finally I remembered where I was now. I just needed to go around this corner and then there would be the spanish roo-

I stopped with wide eyes. Right in front of the spanish room, there was Quinn, waiting for me with a few cheerleaders and jocks. Oh my fucking god, I needed to get away from here. Now.

Suddenly a hand grabbed my arm and pulled me back around the corner, away from Quinn. Thankfully I sighed, but what if it was Puck, wanting to beat me up or something like this?

"I think it's time for you to skip a lesson.", a small voice said behind me and when I finally turned around I found Rachel and Kurt looking at me with shy smiles o their faces. Thank god...

"Come on.", Rachel said and nodded towards the exit. I looked at her confused, but made my way after her and Kurt. Hopefully as far away from Quinn as possible.

/

No one's POV:

Brittany didn't want to go inside. She would just wait for Santana to come here. So she was sitting on the couch under the bleachers, smoking one cigarette after the last one. She tried to blow the smoke in rings out of her mouth, and after some lame attempts it finally worked.

She was still so angry because of Puck. He had no right...

Brittany was pulled out of her thoughts when she heard footsteps coming closer and she quickly threw the cigatte away. She sighed in relief when she saw who was walking towards her. Rachel Berry and her best Gay. (They looked rediculous together.) And in between them was Brittany's favourite person in the whole damn world.

Santana, the girl she was starting to fall in love with.

/

A/N2: I watched "Tina in the sky with diamonds", and I have to say, Dantana are actually really cute together. First I was like "Whaaaaat?! Demi's gonna kiss Naya? Let's kill that bitch!" But now I slooooowly start to warm up to the idea of San with someone else. I mean, I hope Heather will come back eventually and then I want my fucking Brittana-Wedding, but until then, I guess all we can do is accept the fact that Santana is with Dani... What do y'all think about them?