First time writing fan fiction in a coffee shop…I'm really getting into the element, the vanilla steamer (a term I learned only a few minutes ago) is really helping too. It was SUPER hard to find a song for them to sing, and even though I love the song I went with, its not perfect, because its an old and not exactly what they'd chose, also really cheesy, but it's a great song. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy and review.

Santana Lopez: Usually having one song stuck in your head sucks. But at times, the song is just perfect.

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Comments:

Brittany Pierce: I know what song you're talking about : ) its totally perfect, isn't it?

Santana Lopez: Yes! Perfect like…something else I know.

Brittany Pierce: I bet I know something even more perfect

Amy Pierce: Wanna try making your facebook flirting even more obvious?

Carlos Lopez: ya, make it more obvious. I DARE you.

Santana Lopez: I'm deleting those comments. You two disgust me.

Amy Pierce: I hope you're better at deleting comments than locking bedroom doors.

Santana stood apprehensively by the door of the choir room, her knees weak and her heart in her throat. It was really happening. Brittany was her girlfriend and was currently inside, asking to sing a song to the glee club about being gay. She didn't know which part of the sentence disturbed her the most. For a second she thought about running. Running straight out of that school, straight out of Lima, and Ohio, maybe all the way to Canada. She took a step towards the door, thinking that maybe, if she would just run-no. She had all that she wanted. It wasn't perfect, it couldn't be. She was still scarred of the names, the looks the judgments, but she knew she could handle it if she had Brittany. That's all that mattered.

Santana was snapped out of her little world by a head on her shoulder, and arms around her waist. "He said it would be great. I didn't tell him why we were singing, but he seemed really excited. I think he might have guessed." In reality, she may have slipped a few key words in there that may have clued him in, even more than he already was. Santana only heard half of this, as she was nervously checking the hall for any signs of other people, people who would judge and spread the news to all the other close-minded Lima-losers. But after she realized they were indeed alone, she leaned into the backwards hug and smiled as she felt a sweet kiss on her cheek.

At the sound of footsteps and talking, Santana immediately pulled herself away from Brittany, who was slightly hurt but understood why. Artie rounded the corner, with Tina pushing him from behind. They were laughing at something, obviously in their own little world. Santana could sense a bit of sadness in Tina's eyes, she still had feelings for Mike, no doubt. She also saw Artie's eyes flicker to Brittany, but he quickly looked away. He had always known it wasn't meant to be.

Santana walked quickly into the choir room, avoiding eye contact with Mr. Schuster. The fact the a teacher was about to find out, or more likely knew that she was gay, and in love with her best friend, was one of the weirdest things. She and Brittany sat next to each other in the back of the room, while Tina and Artie sat in the front.

"You nervous, San?" Brittany asked innocently.

"A little" Santana admitted.

Brittany smiled at her, calming the butterflies, for a second.

The other glee kids began to trickle in, most of them involved in their own conversations. Quinn and Rachel walked in at the same time "That's kind of strange…" Santana thought. Both of the girls stole quick glances at the two of them, but neither said anything.

"Ok kids, so as you know, we finished up our 40's and 50's unit yesterday, so we'll be starting our new unit early. Now this is a broad topic we've covered dozens of times, but I have just recently decided that it is important to address, yet again. Can anyone tell me what this unit, this club is all about?"

"Expressing what's in your heart" a dozen teenagers mumbled.

"Exactly!" came the enthusiastic reply. "Now I've had 2 requests for people to sing songs today. So who wants to go first, Rachel or Brittany and Santana?" Quite a few pairs of eyes widened when Mr. Schuster said that. They had their suspicions abut what was coming.

Rachel, possibly for the first time ever, insisted on going second, as she wanted to see what the girls had in store. They rose slowly and walked to the front of the room, Santana's hands shaking as she pulled her ipod from her pocket. She set it in the dock and went straight to the song they were singing. The two of them had practiced it all night in Brittany's room, at least, until other certain activities took over. Her finger hovered over the screen, the desire to run away returning, but she quickly put her fears out of her head. It was now or never. After all, she was pretty sure they all had their suspicions. Or knew for sure. She pressed play.

Santana walked over to the center of the room, where Brittany was sitting. She swayed her hips in time with the music and briefly snapped her fingers along to the music. Everyone in the room immediately recognized the sweet classic tune, and it brought smiles to everyone's faces. Her heart pounded as she opened her mouth to sing:

I've got sunshine

On a cloudy day.

When it's cold outside,

I've got the month of May.

The girls locked eyes for a second, beaming. Santana forgot all about the fact she was sort of coming out of the closet-and through song.

Well, I guess you'll say

What can make me feel this way?

My girl. (My girl, my girl)

Talkin' 'bout my girl. (My girl)As she sang the chorus, Santana wrapped her arms around her girl from behind and swayed her back and forth, and even kissed her on the cheek. Brittany reached up and squeezed Santana's hand.

I've got so much honey

The bees envy me.

I've got a sweeter song

Than the birds in the trees.

Brittany sang, smiling as she saw the faces of her friends around her, all beaming at her and her girlfriend. She got up from her chair and danced Santana around a little.

Well, I guess you'll say

What can make me feel this way?

My girl. (My girl, my girl)

Talkin' 'bout my girl. (My girl)

The girls stood, hands clasped, faces inches apart, smiling and gazing into each others eyes. Santana didn't feel afraid. She felt ecstatic.

I don't need no money,

Fortune or fame.

I've got all the riches, baby,

One girl can claim.

The girls paid no attention to the others in the room with them as they danced around, never breaking eye contact. Finally, Brittany swung her little brunette into her arms, facing both of them towards everyone else, who were now conversing excitedly about what was taking place in front of them. Only Sam, Lauren and Finn were thoroughly surprised, whereas Tina, Mercedes, and especially Quinn and Rachel, could have seen it coming from a mile away.

Well, I guess you'll say

What can make me feel this way?

My girl. (My girl, my girl)

Talkin' 'bout my girl. (My girl)

They alternated saying "my girl" while looking between the glee club and each other.

Talkin' bout my girl.I've got sushine on cloudy day

With my girl.

I've even got the month of May

With my girl.

The song ended and Brittany and Santana shared a long, loving gaze, before the entire room burst into applause and cheering. All at once they were surrounded by their fellow glee club members in yet another big Glee hug. "Congratulations" and "I knew this was coming, for so long, didn't you?" were heard, as Brittany and Santana held each other and began to cry. Eventually almost every girl, except Lauren, was in tears.

Rachel said she no longer wanted to sing the song she was going to, as it no longer mattered, but she planned on finding a new song to sing at the next practice. Santana also asked, or told, everyone to keep everything on the down low for a bit, and everyone reluctantly agreed.

Later that night, Santana sat on her bed, finishing up the last of her homework. She looked at her feet and chuckled to herself, remembering a text from Puck, congratulating her on sticking her foot out of the closet. She checked her phone to make sure she had replied, and realized it was already 12:04 am. Friday. The day of her first date with Brittany.