Professor Holliday was suspended for two weeks because she did not check that her delayed shipment actually floated its way to the sewer by accident. Headmaster Figgins informed everyone that Professor Holliday would teach about theories more than practices from now on. Brittany thought it was not the Professor's fault at all, but she was glad that the Defence Against the Dark Arts class was still entertaining somehow after Professor Holliday came back.

The Yule Ball preparation was going well as planned. Brittany could not be happier that two Houses could work together in peace. She was also happy with the fact that Santana agreed to do the tasks of the week together since what happened in the sewer. She even called Brittany by her first name sometimes.

I think we're sort of friends now. Brittany thought on her way back from the task one day.

Puck, Sam and a few other boys brought in boxes of plastic balls to the Great Hall. They were going to enlarge and color them into different planets.

"I have an idea. Since we do Dinosaurs and Space theme, why don't we use bludgers as shooting stars?" Pack spoke up.

"I can't tell if that was coming from you or the knarl on your head," Santana replied and shook her head.

She walked over to help Brittany floating the other side of a banner with WELCOME, YULE-ASAURUSES written on it.

"Thanks," Brittany said and smiled.

"No problem. Just wanna finish it for today and have lunch," Santana replied and shrugged.

They attached the banner to the wall and walked to their respective House's tables. Part of Brittany wished that Santana and her housemates would have lunch together at the same tables, but she knew they were not there yet.

Or will we ever get there?

Brittany walked to Rachel, who was sitting alone with a bowl of soup.

"Hey, how's it going?" Brittany greeted.

"I don't know. Finn seems distant lately," Rachel replied and stirred her soup absent-mindedly.

"What happened? Did you two fight?"

"No. That's the problem. I don't know what happened. Maybe he finally realized that I'm not pretty enough for him," Rachel's lips quivered.

"No, Rachel. You're pretty and I can tell he loves you. He's always excited when he talks about you," Brittany assured her and asked. "What made you think like that?"

"Well, whenever I told him we were gonna do it on Yule Ball night, he either excused himself or scratched his head."

"You mean you're gonna have sex with him?"

"It's not just sex, Brittany. It's going to be our first time. We promised to lose our virginity together, to each other and with each other," Rachel said and clanked her spoon to the side of the bowl.

"Oh, okay. Maybe he's just nervous. It's going to be okay, Rachel."

"I don't know. We'll see," Rachel replied and changed the subject. "Oh. That reminded me. With everything that's happening, I forgot to ask Finn to run for Yule Ball King."

"It's okay. From what you told me, I guess he's not in the mood either."

"Who isn't in the mood for what?" Kurt walked over and sat next to Rachel.

"Finn, for Yule Ball King. Now our House doesn't have anyone running for it, which gives me an idea…" Brittany did not finish the sentence and grinned at Kurt.

"Oh no. No, no, no way. I'm not gonna risk being made fun of or being called 'Yule Ball Queen' if I won," Kurt spoke rapidly.

"Nobody cares that you're gay, Kurt," Rachel said and patted his back.

"Only if 'nobody' means 90 percents of school population." Kurt mumbled and turned to Brittany. "Why don't you ask Sam? The girls are all over him."

"And… some guys," Rachel added and smirked at Kurt.

"Oh, shut up. Enough about me," Kurt replied while his face was turning red. "Just ask Sam, Brittany."

"Okay. Sam, it is," Brittany said and left the table.

Two tables and one lamp were the unlucky objects that were broken in the process of spells demonstration in Defence Against the Dark Arts class today. Brittany and Mercedes left the class lastly to help Professor Holliday fix the broken objects.

When they were done, Mercedes excused herself due to she had a date with her boyfriend, Shane.

Brittany was walking alone in a crowded hallway when she was pulled in a janitor closet.

When Brittany turned around, she found Quinn locking the door.

"Um, Quinn?"

"What? Did you wish it was Santana?" Quinn asked and squinted her eyes.

"What do you want, Quinn?" Brittany decided to answer the question with a question.

"Tell me it's not true," Quinn suddenly sounded serious.

"Is what true?" Brittany asked, confused.

"You're going to Yule Ball with Sam! I thought you liked Santana!"

"Sam said he would run for Yule Ball King only if I go to Yule Ball as his date," Brittany explained and added. "It's no big deal. I already told him we're going as friends."

"Yeah, until he tries to kiss you when you slow-dance," Quinn said and rolled her eyes.

"Umm, you think too much, Quinn."

"I'm just looking out for you. It's also for Santana's own good. She's less moody since she started to hang out with you more often."

"Really?" Brittany said and beamed.

"I don't know. Maybe it has nothing to do with you," Quinn answered in the tone like she could not care less.

Brittany pouted at the answer.

"Look, the point is I'm rooting for you. Just don't screw up," Quinn said and grabbed Brittany's shoulders a little too hard.

"Has anyone ever told you you're kinda scary?" Brittany asked.

"No one has to tell me," said Quinn, still not let go of Brittany. "Promise me you won't start anything with Sam."

"I'm only interested in Santana and Santana alone," Brittany said firmly.

"Good. Merlin's mole, I'm so excited to see how this is gonna play out!" Quinn let go of Brittany and squealed.

"You're so weird," Brittany told Quinn. "I'm gonna go now… before people think we're making out."

Brittany led them both out of the janitor closet.

Pentagon students took charge of music at Yule Ball, while the White House students took charge of the games. Yule Ball started with the Pents taking turn of singing on the stage. After a while, everything became unpleasant until Santana let Rachel, Kurt and Mercedes sing some songs.

Brittany was in a bright yellow dress tonight. She had fun dancing with Sam and other White House students. She found that Mike was the only one who could keep up with her dance moves. They ended up having a dance-off while Mercedes was singing Dog Days Are Over by the famous witch, Florence Welch. In the end, Tina, who was Mike's girlfriend, decided that there was no winner.

Brittany had a feeling that someone was watching her. She turned around to see Santana standing next to the punch bowl made into a shape of a dinosaur's egg. She was looking at Brittany.

Maybe she's just looking at everyone here. Brittany thought.

Santana was in red one-shoulder dress with her hair down. Brittany thought she was stunning and could not help but stare at her exposed shoulder. She trailed her eyes back to Santana's face to find that Santana was still looking at her. However, Brittany could not tell from Santana's expression what she was thinking.

Brittany was thirsty and tired from dancing, so she decided to walk over to the punch bowl.

"Hey," Brittany greeted Santana.

"Hey," Santana replied as briefly as she could.

Brittany poured herself a cup of punch and drank it. She could feel Santana's eyes on her the whole time.

"Hmm, this is so refreshing," Brittany made a small talk.

"Maybe it's because you're tired from dancing like crazy," Santana said.

"That's the only way to dance," Brittany replied and wiggled an eyebrow.

She was reaching for the ladle to fill her cup again when Santana's voice interrupted her.

"Don't drink too much. I'm not sure if Puck and the quidditch guys spiked the punch or not."

"Is that why you're standing here? You're guarding the punch bowl?"

"Sort of," Santana replied.

"Come on. I don't think anyone wanna spike the punch and risk getting expelled or suspended."

"It happened before," Santana replied and put one hand on her hip.

"It's Yule Ball. You should have fun," Brittany said.

Santana seemed hesitant until Rachel showed up.

"Santana, it's your turn," Rachel spoke and turned to Brittany. "Hey, Britt."

"I guess this is my cue to leave the punch bowl," Santana told both White House girls and made her way to the stage.

Rachel had a cup of punch and left to dance with Finn.

The music started playing. Brittany recognized that it was a song by Haim, a band that consisted of three witches who were sisters. Santana went to the microphone and started singing.

Go slow

So that I can hear everything you're saying.

Now I know you're going.

You just threw this away.

You know I ain't gonna take it.

It was the first time Brittany heard Santana sing. Santana's voice was raspy and sultry, but most of all, it was soulful. Brittany felt like she was hypnotized. She found her feet moving forward to the stage to get a closer look of Santana until she felt a tap on her shoulder.

"Here you are," Sam said. "I was looking for you."

"Sam. Sorry, I was just thirsty."

"No need to apologize," Sam replied and offered his hand. "May I have this dance?"

"Yeah, sure. Let's go," Brittany said and led Sam to the dance floor.

Well, well, was it something that I said?

I know that it was something I said.

From your heat now.

Going crazy trying hard to forget.

You know I'm trying to hard forget.

From the heat now.

Sam made some small talks, but it was hard for Brittany to focus when Santana was singing. She told herself to pay attention to Sam whenever her eyes and mind decided to wander off to Santana.

Oh I just wanna go back hold on to the way that I was

'Cause you took away all my young life.

And I hate who I've become from your heat now.

Is it me or she suddenly sounds so sad? Brittany thought while Sam was telling a joke about his pet dog.

Go back.

Go back.

From your heat now.

I just wanna go back. Go back. Go back.

Brittany could tell that the song was ending. She looked up at Sam and found that his face was moving closer to hers.

He's trying to kiss me just like Quinn said. Brittany was lost in the thought that she forgot to avoid what was going to happen.

Go back.

Go back.

Sam's lips were soft against hers. Brittany froze in place and did not know what to do.

Go back.

Go...

Santana's voice rang in Brittany's head, especially the last sentence of the lyrics she did not finish. Brittany gently pushed Sam away and turned to look at the stage. The musicians continued playing their instruments until the song ended. Santana already left the stage and Brittany could not see her anywhere.

"Brittany, I'm so, so sorry," Sam's voice brought her back.

"It's okay. I gotta go," Brittany quickly told him and walked away.

She was not sure what she was going to do. She only wanted to see where Santana went.

Brittany looked around the Great Hall and spot Santana standing with Puck and Finn. Santana was folding her arms and furrowed her eyebrows. Then, she snatched a cup from Finn's hand.

Brittany walked over to them and asked. "What's going on?"

"The color of the punch looks darker, don't you think?" Santana said and showed Brittany the cup in her hand.

The liquid in the cup was dark. It was definitely not punch.

"Yeah," Brittany muttered and turned to Finn. "Is this alcohol?"

Puck answered instead. "Um, yeah. Finnocent just needs some courage tonight, okay? I just wanna help."

"I can't believe it, Puckerman! What did I tell you!?" Santana said furiously and shoved Puck with her free hand.

"I didn't spike the punch bowl. It's only just this one cup, Santana," Puck pleaded.

Brittany grabbed Santana's wrist just in time before she could attack Puck again.

"We're sorry, okay? I haven't even drunk any of it," Finn said.

Before any of them could do anything, Sam showed up next to Brittany.

"Brittany, about what happened… I know you said it was okay, but…," Sam started.

"Ugh," Santana said and freed her wrist from Brittany's grasp.

The four students were lost for words when Santana lifted the cup to her lips and chugged the whole cup.

"Hello, children," Headmaster Figgins came out of nowhere. "I saw the commotion earlier. Is there any problem?"

"No, sir," Brittany quickly said.

"I saw Miss Lopez took that cup from Mister Hudson…," the Headmaster started.

"Santana thought it was alcohol, but she misunderstood, sir," Brittany said as calmly as she could.

"Yes. It was just grape juice. I checked, sir," Santana added.

Headmaster Figgins looked at them slowly one by one. Brittany's heart was beating hard in her chest. She wondered if he could hear it.

A sound of bird singing rang up. The Headmaster lifted up his wrist to check his watch.

"It's time to announce the Yule Ball King and Queen. Mister Puckerman, Mister Evans, please follow me to the stage," Headmaster Figgins told Puck and Sam.

Puck and Sam followed the Headmaster obediently.

"I'll go find Sugar," Brittany told Santana and Finn, and left the scene.

Quinn, Sugar, Sam and Puck were all on the stage. Two of Pentagon students brought out two golden crowns, which were placed on two red square pillows.

"Quiet, please, children," Headmaster Figgins started. "It is time to announce this year's Yule Ball royalties."

The four students on the stage looked nervous.

Headmaster Figgins brought out a piece of paper and read. "The Yule Ball King is… Mister Puckerman."

Puck jumped and punched his fist in the air. He ran over to pick up the King's crown and wore it on his head himself.

Sam looked disappointed, but he clapped for Puck anyway.

"And now, the Yule Ball Queen is… Miss Sugar Motta," the Headmaster read another name on the paper.

Sugar squealed out loud. Brittany cheered for her and clapped along with other White House students.

Quinn shook her head in disbelief and walked off the stage.

Sugar waited for the Headmaster to crown her the Yule Ball Queen. She, then, beamed and waved at everyone in the Great Hall elegantly.

Suddenly, Sugar stopped smiling. Brittany noticed that her crown was starting to melt. Finally, it turned completely into gold liquid right on top of Sugar's head.

Most of Pentagon students in the Great Hall laughed and pointed at Sugar. Brittany looked to her left and found that Santana was one of them.

Sugar groaned loudly and brought Brittany's attention back to her. Tina and Rachel were already by her side.

Brittany rushed towards them and asked. "Sugar, are you okay?"

"It's… h-hot," Sugar muttered.

Mercedes brought a cup of water and joined them. She laid Sugar down and rinsed her hair.

Brittany made sure Sugar was okay and walked straight towards Santana and her fellow Pents.

She grabbed Santana's hand without any words and guided her out of the Great Hall. Santana did not seem to resist.

When they were alone in the Entrance Hall, Brittany turned around.

"What the hell, Santana!?"

"It was just a joke, okay? It's a tradition that we play pranks on the Yule Ball King and Queen if our House doesn't win," Santana explained.

"And that includes burning Sugar's head!?" Brittany asked furiously.

"About that… I asked Azimio to turn the crown into liquid. I didn't know that he would make it hot, too," Santana replied and reluctantly added. "Sorry, all right?"

"It doesn't matter, Santana," Brittany replied quietly and looked at the ground.

"What do you mean?" Santana asked and stepped closer.

Brittany looked up with tears swelling up in her eyes. "It doesn't matter if the liquid was hot or not. You still have bad intentions. You still hate me and my friends."

"Brittany, I…" Santana had a hard time to speak.

Her hand came up and almost touch Brittany's face, but she decided to drop it back to her side.

"I thought we were friends," Brittany continued with her voice shaken. "I guess it was just one of your pranks, too."

"No. I…," Santana replied and suddenly turned away.

She paced back and forth, and palmed her forehead. Her other hand on her side shook slightly.

Brittany was confused by the motion in front of her, but she was still angry at Santana.

"If it's that hard to apologize, then save it, Santana. It doesn't matter anyway."

"Stop saying that!" Santana turned around and grabbed both sides of Brittany's upper arms.

She was taken aback when she saw tears rolling down Brittany's face.

"Don't… don't cry," Santana said softly.

"Like you care," Brittany replied and bit her bottom lip.

Santana looked into Brittany's eyes and held the gaze. It was the longest gaze they had ever shared.

It took a while until Santana started speaking. "I do care… so much. More than I should. I've known I feel something for you for a while. I didn't know what it was. Not until I saw Sam kissed you and…"

"Santana…"

"No, let me finish," Santana cut Brittany off gently. "I got so jealous. I screw up my song and I'd never done that. And… and I wish I was him. Not just for the kiss. I wish I was there dancing with you."

Brittany was shocked by the confession. Her mouth gaped. Her heart raced.

Santana continued.

"And gosh, I don't hate you. How can I hate you? You never gave up on me no matter how many times I tried to push you away. And those eyes... I always had to look away because I didn't know what I would do if I stared into them any longer."

Santana did not look away this time except when her eyes flicked down to Brittany's lips.

Brittany's heart was banging against her chest, anticipated for what was going to happen.

Before they could do anything, Santana suddenly lurched to her right. She rested her hand on top of Brittany's shoulders to balance herself up. Brittany grabbed both sides of Santana's waist to help her by instinct, which brought them closer in process.

Their faces were a few inches apart. Brittany could smell something from Santana's breath.

With their close proximity, it took everything for Brittany to form a thought.

She thought back to when Santana was drinking from the cup she took from Finn, when she was pacing back and forth, and when she lost balance on her feet.

Oh my God, is she drunk or even drugged? Maybe what she has just told me was not even real.

Brittany felt Santana's left hand slid up from her shoulder to caress the side of her neck. She tried her best not to look at Santana, so she would not give in to the temptation.

Maybe it was real. But still, Santana doesn't seem like herself.

As much as Brittany wanted to kiss the girl in front of her, she needed to know one thing.

"Santana, are you dr-…"

All the thoughts and all the resistance Brittany had vanished when Santana's lips pressed against hers.

A/N: Kay, now that they have kissed, I wanna ask you guys; if they ever make love (you know they will), should I keep it K+ or should I go ahead and change it to M? Please say M, thanks. ;)