Brittany could not deny, that she was confused at the moment. She always had this knack for figuring out people, but it seemed that Santana was harder to figure out than she initial thought. The girl was just full of surprises. Kind of like a Mexican pinata. Was Santana Mexican? Oh well, she'd have to ask later.

It's just that the Latina was kind of a major bitch. She was rude, evil, manipulative, arrogant, and everything that a cheerleader should be. But after today she wasn't so sure. Santana was sweet and caring, something she'd never dreamed of seeing in her.

But was this the real Santana Lopez?

She wasn't so sure.

?B+S?

Santana Lopez could not deny to herself that she had completely, and utterly fucked up majorly. She had everything going for her. She was co-captain of the Cheerios along with her best friend. It also happened that this was the one year she swore to herself that she would try-key word try- to refrain from being a complete bitch to Quinn. The two of them with their powers combined could run McKinley into the ground. Boys begged to go out with them, and they didn't have to make up some lame excuse to reject them. All they had to do was brush past them as if they didn't exist. And to them they didn't. Anyone who wasn't noteworthy to the popular kids was just a speck of dirt on her knee high boots. Annoying, not nice to look at, and no matter how much you tried to brush it off it would always be there like a thorn in her side. Yeah, fucking annoying.

Her father was a doctor, not the annoying Dr. Phil types, a legit doctor. Her mother was some hot-shot business director, which also kept the money rolling. She has never known what felt like to be on a budget or to save money. She was spoilt and she liked it that way. She didn't really care if her parents were never around anymore, well maybe a little bit but you can't always get what you want. Unless, in her case, it had a price tag. Then her parents couldn't give a shit. She had friends to keep her company, and she was a grown up now, she could take care of herself. And look at Quinn, her parents practically live at home, and look how that turned out.

But anyways, she was on top. She was popular. She had dough burning a hole in her pocket. And let's face it, she was pretty damn smoking.

And she had to go and blow it.

She was never counting on Brittany to sweep into Lima with her endlessly long legs, her flowing golden hair, and her crystal blue eyes. She was annoying beyond compare, she was snarky and defiant one minute but oblivious and innocent the next. Santana couldn't for the life of her figure the bubbly blonde out. Instead of the blatant disregard most pretty girls had for losers, Brittany would flash a blinding smile and converse with them, as if they were life long friends. The girl had tolerance, something the Latina had never possessed.

Even though the two of them didn't get a long. Understatement. Santana had to admire the blonde's fire. In a way she was like herself. She did not take shit from anyone, including Santana, especially Santana. She would find herself smiling whenever Karofsky picked on the new girl and she responded with a venomous glare that would send any sane person running for the hills. "If you don't mind I'm talking with my friend Rachel." She would say evenly, every time. If the dense boy kept advancing with his torments Brittany would always counter with something twice as hurtful.

And every time Santana could feel the guilt radiating from Brittany.

Then come Gym that faithful Friday, Brittany found it reasonable to pick her first. Granted, she wasn't unfamiliar with being picked first, but the Blonde hated her and vice versa.

And she had to thank Dean for what happened next.

The girl could throw, she'd give her that.

The pure concern in Brittany's voice touched something within her. It was something she'd never experienced and it unnerved her. When her eyes peered open the startling blue caught her off guard. She never knew that someone could have eyes like Brittany's. The blonde looked so worried for her. No one ever felt worried for her except for her dad when she was younger. And like with everyone else, she tensed. She needed to find out this girls angle.

It wasn't coincidence finding Brittany near that 7-11. She overheard Brittany telling their gym coach that she ran and danced a lot over the weekends when she was asked of what physical activity she did out of school. So with that information Santana spent the entire morning driving around Lima like an idiot in search of the blonde. She felt like some love-sick stalker, minus the love part.

When she finally caught sight of Brittany she felt her annoyance slowly seep away. She followed behind her at a respectable distance. When the runner finally stopped after a few minutes Santana parked her car in the nearest parking lot and moved to catch up with the Blonde. Much to her disappointment the Blonde had already continued her run by the time she made it to the place Brittany stopped at.

She hissed under her breath and speed walked in the way she thought Brittany would have gone. When she turned the first corner she saw Brittany tapping away at her Ipod, not paying attention to where she was going.

She heard herself call out when she saw the runner about to collide with a stray bike laying on the sidewalk. As Brittany tripped over the bike and landed on the pavement Santana found herself running towards the tangled heap. She shouted at the young owner of the bike as she helped Brittany to her feet. Who the fuck leaves their bike on the sidewalk?

In the midst of all the chaos that happened Santana found the opportunity she was looking for. But if she was going to find out what was up with the blonde she was going to have to put her bitch face away for a few minutes. Blondie liked nice people, so she was gong to be so sweet that cotton candy would melt in her mouth.

She led the blonde back over to her car and found herself are taking for her. She had only ever practised with the first aid kit on her father when she was little. She feared that she was going to hurt Brittany. Every time she prodded the cut she saw the Blonde cringe. As she patched the bleeding girl's hands she marvelled at how soft they were. She must moisturize religiously to get skin like that.

When she finished bandaging up Brittany, along with a little small talk which Santana didn't hate that much, she offered to take Brittany to Breadstix. She wasn't lying when she said she was looking for an excuse to go back. The people there were like her second family. She was sure she spent more time there after school than any of her other friend's houses combined.

She was mildly surprised when Brittany agreed. When they were led to a table by her all time favourite waitress, the two of them actually sat and talked. She could tell that Brittany was a little uncomfortable to be there with her, and was a little shocked that I had manners. Santana didn't mind though. She was used to people being hesitant in her presence.

Santana found her mouth flying open when she caught sight of a familiar girl weaving through tables while balancing various dishes on her arms. She must have missed a lot since she came here last. It was a rare thing when Breadstix hired someone. What can she say? Lima Losers band together.

Well, so far she hadn't found any reasons why the Blonde was acting differently towards her, but she was still weary of her. She stole her clothes for god sakes! What if Brittany managed to get her guard down and then let it slip that she caught her and Quinn with their lips locked.

She needed to make Brittany relax.

When the Canadian girl walked up to the two of them to take their order she pretended to be surprised like Brittany was. The exchange was awkward to say the least, but she had to give the other girl props. She was way more civil than she had expected. In the end, Charlotte Dean walked away with one less enemy. It was a win-win. She didn't have to waste her breath pointing out her flaws and Brittany's smile was worth it.

How hard did she hit her head?

There was something that she had learnt about Brittany that she would have to remember for later. The more the blonde talked, the less cautious you were around her. Santana could feel all other thoughts and worries seeping away the more she listened to the Blonde talk. The girl was so damned honest and she acted like there was nothing about her that she wasn't afraid of sharing. It caused something to swell within her chest, like she was invincible, that she could spill her entire life story to Brittany and that the other girl wouldn't judge her like everyone else would. She fond herself waiting on the edge of her seat, hoping the blonde would ask her something about herself, anything, but it never came. The other girl seemed content with just talking about everything and nothing.

How Santana ended up with Brittany at the dance studio, she had no idea. The blonde had invited her and, well, she finally knew how teachers felt when the blonde asked for extensions on projects. She just couldn't say no, and she really didn't want to anyways.

One week. How could she convince herself to hate the blonde in that short amount of time? The girl was a freakin' ball of sunshine.

And could she ever move.

The smile that Brittany shot her when she started to shuffle through Brittany's music collection to pick a song. It was so heart-wrenching and innocent. It sent a pang of guilt to her chest as it made her remember why she was even with her today. She was so stupid and paranoid... And it maybe hurt a little to think that Brittany was smiling at the fake her, but would probably still hate her bitchy self.

?B+S?

Watching Brittany dance was like drifting off into a dreamless sleep. You can't really concentrate on anything except for the droopy feeling in your eyes. When the taller girl span she felt her eyes follow her across the entire span. Even the music seemed so far off. She could be dancing to Rebecca Black for all she cared.

All of a sudden Brittany straightened on the spot and beamed brightly at her when the music stopped, only to start again to a much slower song that Santana hadn't heard before.

"What did you think?" Brittany rocked on the back of her heels nervously as she bit her bottom lip nervously. But it seemed that the blonde couldn't contain her smile as the Latina watched Brittany's face morf into a smile. Santana couldn't will words to come out as she walked back over to the dumbstruck self sitting on the piano bench. "Did you like it?"

Fuck yeah, how could someone not like that?

She jumped up to her feet before the blonde could sit next to her, what she didn't think was that their lips would end up inches apart. She felt her own breathing stop whereas Brittany's breathing turned uneven. For those few seconds she forgot to breath, when she realized this she exhaled slowly but didn't move back. She swears that she could feel lightning crackle at the end of Brittany's lips. Santana's eyelashes fluttered as she slowly felt her way up a long pale arm around the back of Brittany's neck, brushing away small stray hairs.

Um... So? Hey, Lopez. This is yourself speaking. Yeah, we haven't spoken in a while.. but... Are you fucking crazy! Get out of there!

But... She's so... I don't know. I mean...

Fuck, snap out of it! Use your brain!

She found herself pulling on the back of Brittany's head and guiding the willing girl closer, successfully molding their lips together. Santana could hear a faint click in the back of her head as her lips moved naturally but slowly against Brittany's. It was so different from kissing Quinn. The short haired girl's kiss was forced and cautious. This kiss was... different.

And in all honesty, that is the perfect word to describe Brittany. Different. And the dancer managed to bring a new definition to the word. A definition that made her feel weird for using different as an insult.

"Am I going to take that as a yes?" She felt Brittany whisper against her lips as she pulled away slowly.

Hmm... Maybe I should have thought this through.

No shit, puta.

God, I'm going nuts.

You're just getting this now?

"Fuck..." Santana prodded her lips cautiously. They were still tingling all over from the kiss. "Shit, I- I-"

When Santana looked at Brittany's confused face a rushing force of reality hit her like a two ton truck going over the speed limit. It was so overwhelming that she could barely take a breath in, it felt as if two strong hands were gripping her lungs relentlessly.

The blonde grabbed her wrist as she turned to make a quick escape. She tugged weakly against Brittany's grip, she needed to breath, she needed room, but Brittany's grip tightened.

"Santana, stop." Brittany said so forcefully that it made Santana stand right on the spot. She slowly turned back to Brittany who's eyes were drilling holes into her own. "You do not get to that then just leave."

Brittany took a hesitant step back when Santana yanked her arm away roughly and glared angrily at the blonde.

"I can do whatever the fuck I want, thank you very much." Santana sneered as she rubbed her wrist subconsciously. "You know, you should be thanking me for wasting hours of my day hanging out with you so you wouldn't feel like the anti-social freak you actually are!"

When the blonde didn't say anything she took a deep breath and advanced on the blonde with a fixed glare.

"You don't get to tell me what to do, blondie. If I want to leave then you will let me. I am not going to stick around because you look like I kicked your puppy- stop looking at me like that!" Santana shouted causing the girl in front of her to shrink.

"You can't- I can't-" Santana choked off and willed the tears that were threatening to spill over to go away. "I'm not-"

Before she knew what was happening she felt a long pair of arms wrap around her warmly.

"It's okay. I get it." The blonde hummed into her hair as she

Of course she did. She's Brittany.

She rested her head on the other girl's shoulder and whimpered weakly into Brittany's neck. If she was watching the scene from outside her body she was sure that she would be shaking her head in disgust. The faint sounds of Brittany hushing her seemed to calm her down as her body stopped shaking.

"Don't worry. We'll figure something out."

Santana nodded into the blonde's shoulder. Something in Brittany's voice confirmed exactly what she was saying. She would figure this out.

But she was going to do that by herself for now. She needed that.

A/N: Hello, Cello, Mellow, Yellow, my fellows. I've heard some critisism that Santana was a bit too nice in the last chapter. So... this is why. And no Santana's not crazy... I think. Who knows really? Anywhore, I apologize profusely for the uber long time it took to update. :( Forgive me by reviewing this. LETS GET THIS SHIT TO HIT OVER 100 REVIEWS. I BELIEVE IN YOU.

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